#translating what i see in my head to comic is hard

[capn-twitchery]

do you have any tips for drawing expressions? it’s one thing that I always notice about your art, I love how expressive your characters are.

thank you so much!! it really means a ton bc expressions are one of the things i've focused & worked the hardest on over the years :D ♥

which ALSO MEANS--HA, YOU ACTIVATED MY SPECIAL INTEREST TRAP CARD i am now going to talk at you all for far too long about it >:) buckle up!

prefacing this by saying i Love animation, this makes me biased as hell with where i get my sources + how i study art. anyway!

i think my biggest #1 tip is don't be afraid to get goofy with it--characters don't have to look cool and stoic all the time, they can be silly! if an expression reads better, but looks a little off-model, do it anyway! make that guy look weird!

i draw little thumbnail expressions a Lot, whether for actual art or for just fun doodling. i don't have any recent ones to hand-- but here's some from a while ago. they help a ton to figure out what works quickly without worrying about actual facial features

they also help to see if i can push an expression further, it's easier to test out weird things on a tiny round doodle and then translate that into an actual drawing later on. pushing expressions To The Limits is a really good exercise in itself!

gonna put the rest under the cut bc it's getting long & i have a lot more to say

ok this in itself is a whole topic i can go on about for hours, but i'll try to keep it semi brief--i Love considering how different characters would show emotions! how one character would express sadness, how that would be different to another, how one character would smile vs. another, stuff like that!

related, giving characters individual expression quirks. twitch's :3 mouth & lazy lidded eyes if you could see them anyway & Very Smug Eyebrows, while grace has heavy low eyebrows & sad puppy eyes & usually looks at least 10% unsure at all times. it makes every single twitch smile look slightly not genuine and makes grace look. well. you know. the quirks are really fun to think of, and it makes drawing expressions feel a lot more fun when you personalise them!!

expressions can be easier to think of when you put characters in scenarios & consider how they'd react. it can also help to think of the character Moving/talking, instead of as a static image. mini comics or just adding dialogue to art helps a lot with this, i've only just started doing it and i'm having a blast!!

ok this one is weird and hard to explain and might only be applicable to me bc i can't see images in my brain-- but i'll throw it out there just in case! lots of artists make faces in the mirror to reference their own expressions, but it's never worked for me

i Do still act stuff out in my brain & make faces irl, but instead of doing it in the mirror, i just make the expression & consider how my face is moving in Words? ok for example This Comic, last panel for twitch--i'd run through the dialogue in my head and move around how i feel like they would, and list it off in Words--raised eyebrows, closed eyes, tilted head, etc etc. then i have a framework to base the expression on! and i don't need to stare into my own face in the mirror for reference. no mirror needed at all, actually. win/win. i do this for body language too

(yes this makes you look insane btw. sorry. if you do it too long best case scenario you get very dextrous eyebrows and worst case scenario you might start making cartoon character faces irl (or both) (i'm both))

not sure how much it helps specifically with expressions outside of animation, but it's a fun exercise--learning the limits of a character's face, animation calls it squash & stretch. drawing a face in the two most extreme states. so on character expression sheets you'll see weird faces like this⤵️ that's what that is

another exercise, i always have a ton of art saved that i like the expressions of. usually a lot of concept art for films. i'll do studies of them & redraw them, and/or take ocs and redraw them with those expressions! it's a great way to look at how other artists do stuff and yoink bits you like.

you'll hear this a lot if you look up Any art tips, but references & studies are great. i get a lot of inspo from disney concept art bc their artists are very talented people, but currently i hope disney studios' own hubris eats it alive. i want to see mickey mouse buried in a hole, the rat bastard. anyway some places i personally take inspiration from:

i look at a lot of animation concept art, some good sources are characterdesignreferences, livinglineslibrary, there's pdfs of animation art books all over the place too.

specific concept artists i like are jin kim & shiyoon kim !! they do Great expressions.

outside of film industry, tealin and tracy butler of lackadaisy cats are some inspirations! tracy butler has a great expressions tutorial here

if you find this stuff interesting & like reading, the illusion of life by ollie johnston & frank thomas is an incredible insight into the thought process behind stuff like this! there's a pdf here, unfortunately just a scanned copy but worth a read if you like this stuff!! specifically chapters 'character development', 'animating expressions & dialogue', and 'acting & emotions'

sorry that was an essay and a half but hopefully it was a little bit helpful!! i always love talking about this stuff so if you want anything clarified/just wanna talk about it more i am Always ready to go off >:3

#inquiries #solreefs #i have no idea how to explain these things in a way that feels Tangibly Helpful but i do love talking about it #hopefully it helps a Bit!! ty for giving me the excuse to go off hehehe #i wanted to do doodles to go along with stuff but my arms are achey today #alas. words will have to do #fredspeaks

[yea-baiyi]

what do you do when your fanfic existing in your head as less of a written narrative but instead a full movie. i keep trying to write this fic but it comes out as Scenes. I have drawn 3 comic panels at this point. can someone please tell me what to do.

#tgcf rogue one au #fic stuff #rambling #like i just need to suck it up and immersive myself in a perspective but augh #like. yeah this is the THIRD comic panel that i have drawn at work #instead of writing the fic #like each scene plays out so vividly as pictures in my head #but when i try to write it. it just comes out as scattered dialogue and scene directions #there’s also a lot of plot lines flying around so it’s hard to commit to a POV as well. like i don’t want a POV #i want to SEE the scene #i want to make my inferences about what each character is feeling #idk. idk how to translate that

[genericpuff]

I'm sorry, but this should come as a shock to absolutely no one.

Just a little bit of 'insider info' (and by 'insider' I mean I was a part of the beta testing crew a few years ago) Webtoons has been messing with AI tools for years. You can literally play test that very same AI tool that I beta-tested here:

Mind you, this is just an AI Painter, similar to the Clip Studio Colorize tool, but it goes to show where WT's priorities are headed. I should mention, btw, that this tool is incredibly useless for anyone not creating a Korean-style webtoon, like you can deadass tell it was trained exclusively on the imports because it can't handle any skin tone outside of white (trying to use darker colors just translates as "shadows" to the program, meaning it'll just cast some fugly ass shadows over a white-toned character no matter how hard you try) and you just know the AI wouldn't know what to do with itself if you gave it an art style that didn't exactly match with the provided samples lmao

And let's be real, can we really expect the company that regularly exploits, underpays, and overworks its creators to give a damn about the ethical concerns of AI? They're gonna take the path of least resistance to make the most money possible.

So the fact that we're now seeing AI comics popping up on Webtoons left and right - and now, an actual "Webtoon AI" branding label - should come as zero shock to anyone. Webtoons is about quantity over quality and so AI is the natural progression of that.

So yeah, if you were looking for any sign to check out other platforms outside of Webtoons, this is it. Here are some of my own recommendations:

ComicFury - Independently run, zero ads, zero subscription costs (though I def recommend supporting them on Patreon if you're able), full control over site appearance, optional hosting for only the cost of the domain name, and best of all, strictly anti-AI. Not allowed, not even with proper labelling or disclosure. Full offense to the tech bro hacks, eat shit.

GlobalComix - Very polished hosting site that offers loads of monetization tools for creators without any exclusive contracts or subscriptions needed. They do offer a subscription program, but that's purely for reading the comics on the site that are exclusively behind paywalls. Not strictly anti-AI but does require in their ToS that AI comics be properly labelled and disclosed, whether they're made partially or fully with AI, to ensure transparency for readers who want to avoid AI comics.

Neocities - If you want to create your own site the good ole' fashioned way (i.e. HTML / CSS) this is the place. Independently run, offers a subscription plan for people who want more storage and bandwidth but it only costs $5/month so it's very inexpensive, and even without that subscription cost you won't have to deal with ads or corporate management bullshit.

Be safe out there pals, don't be afraid to set out into the unknown if it means protecting your work and keeping your control as a creator. Know your rights, know your power.

#webtoons #webtoons critical #hosting recommendations #anti AI #fuck ai

[iconuk01]

This has long been a favourite commission, one of the first I had done, and I got REALLY lucky in finding Mitch Ballard as he knew exactly how to translate what I was asking for, in a suitably comic appropriate way, and this is a classic example.

I'd asked for Deathstroke having captured Dick Grayson's Robin, circa New Teen Titans era, and posing with his catch like the big-game hunter Slade had been, maybe with Robin caught in a net or something, but Mitch had a much better idea (Which is why you should always let the artist have their say)

So Slade has indeed captured Robin, and is probably having his photo taken with his prize trophy. The plaque above the fireplace reserved for, presumably, Robin's mounted head, was a nice macabre implication without going TOO far. This is something that could easily have been a genuine cover or a splash page in the 80's.

But one thing I especially liked (which isn't always obvious from the scan quality I could originally post) and made me realise that it was lucky I'd found Mitch, was just how ANGRY he made Dick. The Teen Wonder may be pretty helpless right now, but it os clear he is NOT going to make ANYTHING easy for Slade.

(The annoyance/anger is something I instantly realised I wanted to see in my captive Robin's and so became a regular addition to my commission description, but Mitch is the one who made me realise that)

Dick is tensed up and leaning away to get as much distance between him and Slade as he can whilst tied up and with a rope around his neck, plus he is probably working away at whatever his binding his wrists as hard as he can.

I mean, just check out that GLARE! He is working on several shades of payback on Slade right this moment!

And here it is with colours by Tom Smith, one of George Perez's preferred colourists.

#dick grayson #robin #slade wilson #deathstroke #mitch ballard #Tom Smith #the boy hostage #sladick #sladin #Tagging as sladin though it's not a relationship I personally go for

[ariesqueencobra]

what we used to be | V

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your dad disapproves of Eli and Cobra Kai. You're also waiting on Eli to ask you out. Oh, you also get punched in the face.

Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of tattoos

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I think this chapter is cute! Make sure that if you want to see more of this story to comment and reblog! Comments let me know what you like about the story and reblogs help others see the story! Thanks!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“Junbi!” Sensei shouted. 

You followed his directions, getting into the correct stance.

“Good, bow,” he slapped his hands against his outer thighs, watching as the class listened. “Fighting positions,” he held his fists up.

You watched him and yourself in the mirror when he instructed you to go through the motions. You felt proud as you were getting the hang of it, the gi you wore allowed you to blend in with the rest of the crowd, and for once, you didn’t feel out of place.

“Stabilize your base, Hawk,” Sensei kicked Eli’s foot out, making him grunt. “Keep your balance. Full rotation when you strike,” he demonstrated.

You watched before correcting your own mistake. But as Sensei continued to walk through the rows, you jumped when he neared you.

“Did you just flinch?” He asked you and you averted your gaze. He narrowed his gaze before checking out the rest of the class, and coming to a conclusion. “Holy shit, we got a room full of flinchers”. 

“Yes, Sensei!” 

You felt stupid for saying it, but your instinct told you that was the best response.

“That was not a question,” he shouted. “Raise your hand if you’ve never been punched in the face,” he asked and stared in amazement when everyone besides his first two students held their hand in the air. 

The nerves that appeared in your stomach told you what your sensei was thinking. Your stomach dropped when it was right.

“All your life you’ve been avoiding fights so you don’t break your nose or lose a tooth,” he paced back and forth before stopping in the middle of the mat. “There’s only one solution and that is before you leave this dojo, each and every one of you is gonna take a punch, very hard, to the face,” he directed.

You gulped.

“Miss Robinson, line them up, unflinch this group,” he ordered before walking back to his office.

She hesitated, glancing at Miguel for support until she cracked her knuckles, beginning with you. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” she sucked in a breath before reeling back her fist and knocking you square in the face.

The impact was hard. 

You actually stumbled a few steps back as you held your nose. You felt a dribble of wetness on your upper lip and when you reached to wipe, you saw blood. The sight made you freak out, but as you assessed the rest of yourself, you realized you were okay. 

You survived.

Still, the pain that radiated in your face was new and unwelcomed. 

“Nice job, babe,” Eli grinned, patting you on the back. “Total badass”.

You smiled in response as you walked off the mat, grabbing a tissue from your backpack to help with the bleeding. You spent the rest of the time, waiting for Eli’s turn. 

Every person faced Aisha’s punch, all of them groaning out in pain afterward. Some had already left class and finally, it was your boyfriend’s turn.

She punched him so hard he went flying. The gasp that escaped you was comical as you went over to his aid.

“He’s okay!” Aisha shouted.

“I’m fine,” he groaned, doubling over as he struggled to get up.

You grabbed him by the arm, hosting him up as you led him back to the front.

“That was intense,” Eli said, rubbing his shoulder where he landed on the mat.

“Tell me about it,” you giggled but immediately stopped when that caused pain to erupt. “Wanna head back to my house?” You touched your nose, seeing that the blood was stopping.

“Sure, maybe we could spar a little, some one on one,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

You felt your face heat up as you began to walk towards your bikes. “That’d be fun,” you grinned.

Once you were back at your house, you were glad to see that your parents weren’t home from work yet. You made your way to the fridge to grab a few drinks and snacks for you and Eli before you made your way to the back. 

“Sensei is training us hard, but I kinda like the challenge,” you smirked, handing Eli his drink.

“Same, I never felt more badass than I do now,” he raised a brow. “So you ready?” 

“Ready,” you raised your fists.

It was fun more than anything, to be honest. 

You kept your focus on your stance but it was enjoyable getting to mess around with your boyfriend on the grass. 

“You’re going too easy on me,” you giggled when you dodged a punch that was easy to block. 

“Well I don’t want to hurt you,” he smiled, ducking when you swung your arm. 

“Oh, c’mon, I took that punch without a sweat, you went flying,” you snorted. 

“The details don’t need to be recounted,” he dismissed, making you laugh again. 

Without another thought, you tackled Eli, making him fall onto his back on the grass. The look on his face was priceless before you swung your leg over him so you hovered above him. “I win,” you smirked, reaching down to peck his lips.

“What the hell is going on here?” Your father's voice boomed in the backyard. 

Your eyes widened and you were quick to get off of Eli. 

“Hi, Dad,” you ran your hand over your hair, gulping down the awkwardness.

“Hi, sir, we were just practicing karate,” Eli jumped up, standing beside you. 

“Karate?” He looked puzzled. “Since when did you join karate?” He glanced at you.

“A week ago,” you answered. “Mom said it was okay,” you added. 

“Wait here, I’m not done with whatever is going on between you two,” he jutted a finger at the space between you and Eli. 

“Hang on,” you touched Eli’s arm before heading inside.

You entered the kitchen, hearing your parents' voices as they spoke to each other.

“She wanted to join karate, you know it’s hard for her at school with the bullies,” your mom reasoned, prepping the vegetables in the sink.

“You know how I feel about karate,” your dad said, his hands placed on his hips.

Your mom rolled her eyes. “Our daughter’s never been more confident,” she retorted. “You know she’s on a good path,” her gaze softened. 

You took a step forward, still not being known by your parents. The creak of the floorboard turned their attention to you.

“It’s true,” you began. “I really like karate,” your voice lightened.

“What’s the dojo?” Your dad asked.

“Cobra Kai,” you stated.

The way his disapproving face changed to one of fear piqued your interest, but his next words made you forget about that thought. “Absolutely not,” he shook his head. “You’re quitting,” he ordered.

Your mouth fell open and you glanced at your mom who had a “you're serious?” look. “Why not?” You whined.

He stepped away, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t know what it was like growing up with Cobra Kai in the Valley, their students were a menace, it was a good thing they got banned in ‘85,” he explained. “You don’t know Cobra Kai like I do,” he huffed out.

You knew there was more to the story, but you couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment. Knowing you wanted to keep your position at Cobra Kai more than anything, you kept your mouth shut with the questions.

“It’s different now,” you reasoned. “Sensei Lawrence is turning us into badasses, not losers,” you frowned. “I mean look at Eli” you pointed out into the backyard where he was practicing some positions.

Your parents followed your gaze and your mother made a sound of approval but your dad was quick to dismiss it.

“He looks like he’s on his way to becoming an ass,” he turned back to look at you. “And now what? You’re dating him?” He scoffed, his features telling you dating the boy you had a crush on for the last decade was the most offensive thing you could ever do.

“He’s not an ass,” you rolled your eyes. “And, as a matter of fact, I am,” you crossed your arms over your chest, finding the confidence to hold your stance.

“I don’t approve, of him or the karate,” he waved his hands out in front of him. “I want you to end things with him,” he pointed at your boyfriend.

“Dad?! No!” You scoffed. “I’m not ending things with Eli and I’m not leaving Cobra Kai,” you defended. 

“Then you’re grounded,” he stated, point blankly. 

“Mom!” You turned to her.

She sucked in a breath, placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Eli’s a good kid, we both know that,” she began. “As for Cobra Kai, maybe this is a lesson she needs to figure out on her own,” she shrugged. “But no matter what, we’re gonna be there for her, right?” She pressed a smile, lightening her tone in hopes that it got him to change his mind.

After a beat of silence, he inhaled deeply. “Fine, you can keep dating the kid. But there won’t be any more unsupervised visits and your door has to be open at all times,” he raised a finger, tone firm. “As for Cobra Kai, I want to tell you right now, I don’t trust that it’s changed one bit so be careful, okay?” He warned. 

You gulped. Part of you wanted to take his warning seriously, but the other part of you was relieved that he agreed. With a smile on your face, you ran up to your parents, engulfing them in a hug.

“Thanks, guys,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss to both their cheeks.

You pulled away, running out to the backyard to meet Eli. 

“They approve,” you beamed. “Of you and Cobra Kai!” You admitted.

He faltered. “Wait, me? They didn’t approve of me?” 

“My mom has always, but you know how my dad is,” you shrugged, grabbing his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But it’s all okay now,” you reached over to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Awesome,” he grinned.

~

You were stretching between Aisha and Hawk when Miguel began talking about his “not-a-date” with Samantha LaRusso.

It was cute seeing him get all excited for it but your heart sank when you realized he was going on a date before you and he wasn’t even dating anyone!

The thought made you sigh out loud but it went ignored as Miguel droned on.

“I need somewhere romantic but not too romantic,” he contemplated.

You snickered when Aisha rolled her eyes. About to open your mouth to speak, Eli beat you to it. 

He jumped up on his feet, undoing his belt before shrugging the material off. “You could take her to get tattoos. I know a guy, who just hooked me up with this bad boy,” he said as he turned around.

Your eyes went wide. 

Oh shit.

“That is badass,” Aisha said.

You were silent, in complete shock. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend got a tattoo without telling you.

“Fourteen hours in the chair,” he stated.

You shook your head in disbelief but a crease formed between your brows when you recalled the day he was MIA. “Is that why you canceled on me?” You asked, feeling kind of offended.

“Sorry about that babe, I wanted to surprise you,” he quickly apologized as he tied the belt again, sitting down and kissing you quickly. “Also don’t tell my parents,” he added. 

You snorted at that.

“Any other suggestions?” Miguel pivoted the conversation back to its main focus. 

“Maybe do something she likes,” you suggested. “Or dinner and a movie, maybe a picnic on the beach, those would be my ideal first date,” you emphasized, sending a look towards Eli. 

“Kinda corny,” Miguel disagreed. 

“I’m out of options then,” you sighed, focusing back on your stretching as your mind thought to the possibility of going on your first date with Eli.

It made sense to go on a date at this point in the relationship. You had been dating for longer than a week, you kissed several times. What’s the hold-up? 

That question plagued you for the rest of class so much you didn’t realize you were walking out of the dojo.

“Good luck on your not-a-date,” Aisha wished Miguel. “See ya later, guys,” she bid you and Eli. 

“You’ve been quiet since Miguel brought up his girl problems, did he get you too depressed?” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you.

“No,” you shook your head. “Just the date talk got me thinking,” you shrugged, glancing down.

“About what?” He asked, pulling his bike off the rack. 

“Nothing,” you opted to answer.

Riding your bike home alongside him was the highlight of your afternoon, but today you were quiet. It felt like the Halloween dance all over again but you didn’t want a repeat of that. Still, you weren’t sure how to bring it up without sounding desperate. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Eli,” you reached over to kiss him goodbye. 

He nodded, waiting by the curb until you entered your house. “Y/N!” He shouted.

You paused fishing out your keys from your bag. “Yeah?” 

“I want to take you out, officially,” he smirked.

“Really?” You didn’t even try to hide your excitement, dropping your things and running towards him. “Where?” 

“It’s a surprise,” he shrugged. “But tomorrow, seven alright? I’ll pick you up,” he said. 

“Okay,” you agreed, beaming with happiness as you grabbed his face to kiss him before you went back to your dropped things. You waved at him before shutting the door behind you.

You were going on your first date!

~

#eli moskowitz x reader #hawk x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #cobra kai

[watatsumiis]

"Darling, you're the most gentle person I know." Foul Legacy x GN!Reader

Inspired by a prompt from @sh1-n0bu !!

Heads up for a passing mention of injury (a scratch on the cheek). Foul Legacy struggles with words in his abyssal form.

Childe, despite all of his elegance and prowess in battle, is far from what one would call 'coordinated' in his day to day life. 

This seems to shine through even more when he's in his 'Foul Legacy' form. Though he doesn't mean any harm (to you, at least), you often end up with little nicks and cuts from his razor-sharp claws, as well as bumps and bruises from him accidentally knocking you over or holding you too tightly. 

You accepted after the first few times that this was simply how it was going to be when Childe managed to trap himself in this abyssal form. You'd resigned yourself to the occasional injury, especially knowing how much anguish being like this caused him. 

Even now, as he's staring forlornly at the long, shallow cut along your cheek, still burning and tingling in its freshness, you don't really have much to say about it all. It was an accident, you understand. You've already got the first aid kit to clean yourself up. 

Foul Legacy plonks onto the floor by your feet, a long puff of air escaping him in a sigh that sounds almost comically like a tired old dog, followed by an odd, guttural crackling sound from somewhere in the back of his throat. 

You recognise it as a noise of distress, and react accordingly, even as you're still dabbing your cheek clean with a cloth.

"Hey. Stop that." You chide gently. 

Childe tucks his chin in, broad shoulders hunching in a defensive manner as he pointedly looks away. You hear the gentle tapping of his claws against one another as he holds them close to his chest, curled so they're out of the way. "I hurt you." You barely manage to catch the tinny whisper.

"It was an accident." You reassure him warmly. "I'm not mad." You hurriedly dab your cheek clean and apply a band-aid, wrangling out a crooked smile to demonstrate that everything is okay. "See? All better." 

"I…I always…" He lets out a little 'hff-hff' and shakes his head. 

“Hush.” You tell him sternly, reaching out to give him a pat on the head, right between the arcing horns that jut out from the mane of fuzz there. 

“I…I can never…” he chokes on the words, shying away from your touch as if he’s the one who has been hurt. “I can’t not.” he tucks his chin in and worries at the scarf around his neck with his claws.

You sigh gently, pityingly, as you bend your knees and crouch down beside him. It’s almost comical, when a creature this large is so curled in on himself. “Hey.” You tilt your head to the side and wait until he meets your gaze. “It’s not your fault, okay?”

“All I do is hurt people.” He mumbles, about to look down at the ground once more. 

“No.” Before he can turn his gaze off of you, you reach out and grasp his chin between your fingertips. The almost metallic texture of his face-slash-mask is cool and smooth against your fingers. He lets out a little chrrr. “You’re wrong.” You tell him gently, hoping the conviction on your face will communicate just how serious you’re being.

Though he may be clumsy, especially in this abyssal form, Childe is always kind, soft and caring to those he loves. You’ve been around him more than long enough to have witnessed firsthand how careful he is when handling things that are delicate or alive. It’s inevitable that he may accidentally scratch something up every now and then.

It’s hard for Childe to express emotions through his face when he’s like this, but you’re familiar enough with his abyssal form’s body language to know that he’s slowly calming down, latching onto your words. He lifts his big hands a little and you take them carefully in yours.

“Darling, you’re the most gentle person I know.” You tell him, and it’s nothing but the truth.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin self insert #my writing #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #platonic genshin x reader #foul legacy #foul legacy x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #platonic foul legacy x reader #foul legacy fluff

[alternativeminiatures]

Ok, let's talk about Lost In Space.

In the early 2000's there wasn't as much 40k fanfiction as today, you had Turn Signals on a Land Raider, and... I really can't remember. But I do remember Lost In Space!

This is probably one of my favorite 40k comics, even if it only has around 50 strips and never was completed. Sadly the website was nuked on january 2006, and nowadays, it's a bit hard to find all its published content. But hey, guess what? I'm a data hoarder, and found almost all the comic on my external hard drive, and the four strips I didn't have, I found them on a russian website, in russian, but @varanguard did me the favour of translating them back to english.

So, what now? I think I'm going to put it here with tags, so people can find it; lost media is something we should take more seriously, books, videogames, series, music, etc... all human creation should have a place.

What happened to the website? I asked a friend if he remembers and he told me back then James was throwing a fit about copyright, and closed many fan content websites, so yeah, it could be the answer.

And what about the author? Ok, this is a complex subject. Technically, the last we know about the author is a post on DeviantArt where they talks about getting a copy of all the strips and wanting to publish them there, they started on september 2006, and the last one is from october 2006, there are only 11 strips, I think I have near 80 between LiS, Meanwhile and Grail Quest.

Soooo... I still wanted to know if it was ok to put the comic here, and you see, I am a very good internet sleuth, very good, so good that from a complete stranger putting funny drawings on the internets 20 years ago, now I may know their complete name, where they live, where they work, I got 4 different emails and their work telephone number*. And at this point I realized I had jumped head first without parachute into creepy territory (I blame my autism, when you focus onto something it's hard to know when to stop).

And now, contacting the author with the information I got that they didn't put out there to be contacted, to talk about something they haven't talked about for almost 20 years, feels disturbing, like crossing 30km of red lines and boundaries, and way worse than putting the comic out there without their permission.

I think I'm going to follow the spirit of their last post and share the comic, but if somebody has any idea, comment or observation, please, let me know.

*be vigilant about your internet privacy and what you put out there!! I'm just a basic nerd and was able to get all that information with just google! All the people telling you to be careful are not paranoid, they know how easy is to find information about somebody!

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #lost in space 40k #lost media #space marines #sisters of battle #imperial guard

[sonicjustbecause]

Lost in translation (general). Unavoidable.

"What girl witch cute". Yes. This is the plain translation. I'll come there later.

I'm not a native English speaker. I can say I know one language and half. Written/spoken Italian (native), written English.

I like to watch shows in Italian and Japanese usually. Seldom I watch them in English. In general i dislike the translation and the voices they choose for characters from foreign shows.

Like, I would watch easily The Simpson in English because is their native show and the voice they choose are good. In the Italian show they went as far as finding VA who have very similar voices to the original VA.

Sonic Prime worked fine with English voice (because they choose canadian VA and not the american ones. Both RCS and Kirk Thorton are... uhmmm... I loved Deven Mack and Ian Hanlin). Is maybe one of the few shows I watched happily in English. And I could somewhat understand what they say because of a clearer pronunciation.

For other shows I often watch them either in Japanese with English sub, or translated in Italian. For Dragon Ball I watched the whole DB and DBZ in Italian, DBS in Japanese with English subs.

I watched my favourites episodes of Dragon Ball Z in Italian, Japanese and English, to see how they differ and how voices work.

Italian in general stay true to the Japanese dialogues (few exception here and there, I'll come later). English? Oh God. The scene with Vegeta being possessed by Babidy made me laugh in English. Something like: 'He is in my head! I'm attacked! I can't! Oh no, I'm not innocent" Talkative Vegeta. The context was the same, the message was about the same (more ambiguous and open to interpretation in Italian and Japanese, more one sided in English) but a dramatic scene like that became a comical scene in English. And the voices... oh no!.

English dubbing! NO! My ears!

Language, context...

Monolingual people think all language are the same. Not the case, languages are influenced by enviroment. Inuit have many ways to say 'snow' with a single word, referring to the different quality of it.

Coming to the language we are referring to, English is known to be a low context language. It has a word for everything and a very rich vocaboulary.

Italian is a mid context language. It has not a so large vocaboulary,

Some words are the same but with different meaning.

Example

Salutare: it does means either 'to greet and' 'healthy' Sale: it does means either "going up" and "salt"

Batteria: 'set' 'drums' and 'battery' Piano: "plan", 'floor' (of a building), 'flat' (like the surface of a table), 'piano'

Those words can be easily translates in English though.

The problem come with figuratve language. Every language has one. I don't speak Japanese so i can make examples using italian and English.

When someone is lucky, we say, vulgarly: "che culo!" But, translated in EWnglish it turns in a "What an ass!". The phrase is the same, litera, the meaning change completely. For this you can't always stay true to the original material.

Another example, still involving luck in Italian might be:

"Avere un culo così".

In English it turns something like

"Having a big ass"

From having luck to being fat. And there it turns even funnier because in Italian you can use the very same phrase to tell that either someone is fat or that a woman looks curvy in the butt area in particular. Though all of them are not nice and can be used only among close freinds. Otherwise there are three distinct phrase for the different things like: "avere fortuna" "essere grassi" "avere un sedere formoso". Context.

Japanese is abnormally high context.

Let's talk about the above monstruosity that make us laugh hard.

Among people who like Japamese stuffs, there are some who are so passionate that they would sacrifice grammar in order to have a product that is true to the original. In Italy we have many translators. Some are better, some are worse. We got cursed by this man in particular:

Gualtiero Cannarsi.

To be honest, is unfortunate. He talks the finest Italian you can hear. But his translations from Japanese to Italian suck. he is one who think the product must be true to itself, so he just change Japanese words into italian words, leaving the Japanese rules, grammars etc. Yes, nothing got lost in traslation. But the result is incomprehensible so to say the truth, everything got lost.

If transtated in Cannarsi style, Versailles no Bara turns into Versailles di Rosa (The correct translation is 'La rosa di Versailles). For a better understanding of what I'm saying, in English, if I just switch the words, I get 'Versailles of Rose'.

His translation get some... uh, funny results:

Porco Rosso is supposed to be settled in Italy. Then why do they talk like barbarians?

"To stay to have fun to those places you'll end to be kidnappen in company" Is bad I know. I tried to stay true to his awful translations. This is terrible, considering that Gibli tried to write in Italian, as best as they could to create a better atmosphere:

"Non si fa credito" "Le rosse ali si sono spezzate (correct but arcaic) "Vivo o morto?(sounds better) "Di nuovo il canto di trionfo del Porcellino Rosso (perfect)" "Le bambine sane e salve" Still the atmosphere is there, is true!

You have to be fluent in Italian to understand this. Then you can either laugh or facepalm or be disgusted.

We also have good example of translation from Japanese. Luckily we have many good products from Japan that are treated correctly. One that I can think off is from Dragon Ball Super - Broly.

In DBS - Broly, I can feel the Japanese aura/culture/mentality from every phrase, every word they speak. They all sound solemn without sounding the same. But at the same time it is translated in a fine Italian, we all understand what they say just fine. The actor were great at acting and... do you know that the one who dubs Goku is the same VA who dubs Shadow? And the voice sounds different, very silly when he dubs Goku, more serious and mature when he dubs Shadow.

We of course also had some bad translation because there was a period we relied on 4kids. Luckily we still had manga, they came directly from Japan and got translated in italian. Some of them unfortunately went translated by Gualtiero Cannarsi. Dark days for anime. It seems things are getting better right now.

Same VA, different personalities.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic #shadow #sonic prime #nine #tails nine #eggman #tails the fox #translation #english #languages #english translation #localization #italian #Italian translations #sth #Gualtiero cannarsi #Dragon Ball #goku #son goku #Vegeta #Gibli #japanese #japanese culture #japan #porco rosso #princess mononoke #broly #dbs broly

[ladymunson]

Tragic Comic

Fic Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends for years, lately you feel like something is bothering him. When an unexpected visitor arrives in Hawkins to take advantage of Eddie, he finds out you’ve got his back after you stand up for him.

A/N: This one is a little different, set in 1988, after graduation. (I’m aware that the song that inspired this fic was recorded in the 90’s but this is technically an AU) There’s a little Easter egg for another fandom in here, let me know if you spot it! I hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 4790

Warnings: SMUT, perceived unrequited feelings, Eddie is a stuttering mess, Eddie’s father makes an appearance, swearing.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied, translated or posted on any other platform.

This fic was inspired by the Extreme song, linked below.

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It’s been a long day, your shift at work has been a pain in the ass for a couple of weeks now. A co-worker has gone on maternity leave and you’re the one covering her half shifts, as no one else but you and the manager will take them. You’ve split the shift so you work 12 hours and the manager does too. Maybe you’ll be able to afford to move out of your dingy trailer into an apartment at the end of this. And Hawkins is going through a heatwave, so it’s been even more unbearable, the heat making sweat drip down your temples.

You park outside your trailer, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before exiting the vehicle. As you approach your door, you see a bunch of flowers sitting on your steps. They’re pink and yellow tulips, wilted from the exposure. You assume they’ve been sitting there all day in the almost 100° heat. The sight of them makes you smile, you have no idea who they came from but you don’t care. You’ve not been given flowers since you were in hospital two years ago after having your appendix out. You pick them up and unlock your door, taking the flowers inside with you.

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Eddie watches you from his trailer door, hidden in darkness so you don’t know he’s there. He watches you smile as you pick up the flowers he left for you. He knows it was a mistake leaving them there this morning but he couldn’t take the chance that you saw.

Eddie has it bad for you. He has for the past few years, lately it’s been getting harder and harder to conceal his feelings. He tries so hard but he doesn’t know how much longer he can hide behind his excuses of not hanging out with you. He’s been telling you he’s been working on a new D&D campaign all week, which is why he hasn’t been able to hang out with you. He’s promised that you’ll hang out tonight, as you don’t have to work tomorrow. You’d asked to come over for a movie night, telling him to pick the movie. He went to family video early and rented two horror movies because that’s what you love.

He’d picked up the flowers on his way back and left them on the steps of your trailer, practically running into his. Not wanting anyone to see him leave them.

Little does he know, a certain redhead who lives opposite saw the whole thing.

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The shower after your shift helps relax your tired muscles and cools your heated skin, how long that will last you don’t know. You decide to pull on a pair of denim shorts and a Van Halen sleeveless shirt, knowing you were only going to Eddie’s next door. Maybe he saw who left the flowers for you?

You leave your hair down around your shoulders and refresh your make up, but only putting on the bare minimum. Eddie’s A/C is broken and he hasn’t had the time to fix it. He’s been working at the local mechanics for the past couple of months. Eddie is good with his hands and Jimmy, the owner, had known talent when he saw it.

Eddie works the 12-8 shift and you’re on the 9-5 shift, with a extra half shift on top due to the girl on maternity leave, so you don’t finish until 9.

Satisfied with your no make up make up look, you grab the snacks and beers you bought and begin to head next door to Eddie’s trailer, when there’s a knock on the door. You open it to find Max standing there.

“Hey y/n, just wanted to see how you’re doing?” She says looking behind you at the dead flowers you’ve put on the kitchen counter.”

“I’m fine Max, are you?” You ask. She gives you a mhmm and turns on her heel and runs back to her trailer opposite. “Well that was weird,” you say to yourself.

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A knock on his door snaps Eddie out of his daydream, the one of you and him laying in his bed. Not in a naughty way, just laying together while he holds you. It’s his absolute favourite. He’d been sitting with his boom box playing, Ozzy crooning out Shot in the Dark. A track on one of the many mixtapes you’d made him.

He gets up and opens the door, the sight of you in those little denim shorts making him gulp. “Ready for movie night?” You ask. “I brought supplies!” You hold up the bag with the snacks and beers in. Eddie is too stunned to speak. “Are you gonna let me in?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Erm… yeah come on in!” Eddie says a little too enthusiastically. You chuckle and step inside, heading to the refrigerator to put the beers in, keeping two out and handing him one. “Thanks!” He says, opening the bottle and downing half.

“Hey slow down Eds, we got multiple movies to get through.”

“Sorry!” He says and puts the tape in the VCR.

“So what are we watching?” You ask.

“I thought we’d start with Carrie and end with Hellraiser.” Eddie replies. You grin and take a seat on the small couch, patting the space beside you. Eddie gulps again before sitting down, leaving a gap between you.

It doesn’t escape your notice. “Why are you all the way over there?” Your scoot closer. You feel Eddie stiffen so you move back to where you were.

“I… just th….thought it might be too h…hot to sit right beside each other!” Eddie stammers out before moving closer to you and starting the movie.

Ten minutes later and your head is resting on his shoulder, his arm going around you instinctively. He leans down to place a kiss on the crown of your head, you hum in approval. Before the movie is halfway through, you’re fast asleep on him.

Eddie pulls away and gently lays you down on the couch, placing a pillow under your head and laying a thin blanket over you. He ghosts a kiss on your forehead, and turns off the tv. He turns off the lights and heads outside with a sigh.

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You awaken an hour later in darkness, panicking slightly before realising where you were. You sit up and look towards Eddie bedroom, there’s no light on so he must be asleep. You tiptoe to his room, but as you open the door, you find his bed empty.  You bite the inside of your cheek, where can he be?!

You hear rustling from above you and look up, hearing the gentle notes of an acoustic guitar and Eddie’s soothing voice. You smile, grab a couple of beers from the refrigerator and head outside.

There’s a ladder against the back of the trailer, you stand at the bottom and listen to Eddie as he hums and plays his acoustic guitar. Stopping every so often, before repeating himself and then continuing for a few seconds and then stopping again. You begin to climb the ladder spotting him looking at a notebook and writing a little before repeating again.

“Hey you.” You say, making Eddie jump. He drops his guitar and quickly covers the notebook. “Didn’t mean to make you jump honey. Whatcha doing?”

“I…. I didn’t wanna wake you, I had a song idea.” Eddie stammers.

“Can I hear it?” You ask.

“It’s not ready…. Not yet.” Eddie says. You nod, Eddie never shows you his songs before he’s ready. “Join me?” Eddie asks, arms outstretched. You join him on the roof of his trailer, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. He wraps his arm around you, humming the tune of what he was working on and swaying you both side to side. He stops, sighs and lays back, taking you with him. You both look up at the stars and fall asleep wrapped in each other and the many blankets scattered over the roof.

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Eddie wakes before you, he sees you laying in his arms. His heart swells and he wishes he could wake up like this every morning with you wrapped around him. He puts his nose to your hair and inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your shampoo. He thanks a god he doesn’t believe in, that this is how he has woken up this morning. With you beside him, on his 22nd birthday!

You stir awake, smiling up at Eddie and holding him tighter. Not wanting to move because being in Eddie’s arms makes you feel safe. And loved.

“We should get up.” Eddie says, kissing the crown of your head and pulling away from you. You groan and sit up, stretching before moving over to the ladder. Climbing down just as Wayne’s truck pulls up to the trailer.

“Another night under the stars?” Wayne asks as he gets out of the truck. You nod and smile, Eddie follows you down with the blankets and his guitar and heads inside. You turn towards your trailer, needing your morning coffee when Wayne calls you back. “Can we talk for a minute y/n?”

“Sure, I’ll put on some coffee.” You say as you open the door to your trailer and Wayne follows you inside. You busy yourself with making the coffee, he sits at your little table and waits for you. You place a mug in front of him and then your own mug onto the table before taking a seat. “What’s going on Wayne?”

Wayne sighs before he speaks. “A buddy of mine down at The Hideout came in to the factory last night, said he had some information for me.”

You take a sip of your coffee. “Go on.”

“They had a visitor last night, I didn’t even know he was out.” Wayne starts to babble.

“Who?”

“Eddie’s father.”

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Edward Munson senior was a piece of work, sent to prison for 20 years for killing a guy during a bar fight. Seems he only served 15 of those years before being released and you were angry.

Today was supposed to be a special day and now this information was going to ruin it. You tried to put it out of your head but you couldn’t, even as you were getting ready for Eddie’s birthday dinner. All you could think about was him showing up at Eddie’s door, then all your plans would go out the window.

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You arrive at the restaurant on time, standing outside waiting for Eddie, who you assume is going to be late. The dude would show up late for his own funeral!

Five minutes later his van pulls up and he steps out, looking rather dapper in a pair of Wayne’s slacks and dress shirt, complete with a tie. His unruly hair actually brushed!

At the sight of you, he stops. Taking you in. You chose to wear one of his favourite dresses, the one he told you made you look more beautiful than he thought possible. It was white with black roses, cut just above the knee with a flared skirt and cap sleeves. Sort of a 50’s style with a modern twist. You’d let your hair hang loose around your shoulders, and wore the bat necklace Eddie had bought you for Christmas. His breath hitches in his throat as panic sets in. How is he going to keep his feelings to himself tonight with you looking the way you do?

He finally walks to you and you link your arm with his, entering Enzo’s and confirming the booking with the hostess. You’re seated at a table for two in the middle of the restaurant, Eddie pulls out your seat for you but forgets to push it back in once you sit down so you have to do it yourself.

The waiter arrives quickly to take your order, a bottle of white wine with your pasta dishes sounding good. You’ve put money aside for tonight so you’re not worried about cost.

“Ah shit!” Eddie hisses out as he spills some of the wine on his shirt, making you chuckle.

“Why so jumpy tonight Eds?” You ask, smirking behind your own glass.

“It’s nothing, let’s eat.”

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Eddie pulls up outside his trailer, his nerves have been on fire all evening and you’re not sure why. He’s been acting weird for a couple of days now, cancelling your plans all week. You think maybe he has a secret girlfriend, you hope not but it would make sense.

“Well this is me, goodnight!” Eddie practically yells as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and runs into his trailer, slamming the door behind him.

You sigh and walk to your own trailer next door. A noise to your left startles you, you turn quickly and find yourself face to face with Eddie’s father.

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“What are you doing son?” Wayne asks after Eddie has run into the trailer and slammed the door behind himself, leaning on said closed door. “Dinner not go well?”

“I was jumpy and stuttery and nervous as fuck!” Eddie runs his hand over his red face and throws his head back against the door.

“You’re never gonna get the girl if you act like this son!” Wayne says. Eddie goes to speak but Wayne starts up again before Eddie can. “I’m not blind! You love her, fucking tell her and stop behaving like a damn fool!”

Eddie sighs, nods and opens the trailer door. Stopping when he hears your raised voice cutting through the sounds of the cicadas, Wayne joins him at the door and they both listen to your obvious rant.

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“Can I help you?” You ask Eddie’s father, already tired of the conversation.

“So you’re the girl that my boy is dating, you’re cute.”

“Do NOT call me cute and I’m not dating anyone. Eddie and I are just friends.” You say, folding your arms across your chest in a defensive stance. “What do you want?”

He eyes you suspiciously. “Just friends, yeah right. Anyway I came to see him, take him away from this dump!”

“This ‘dump’ is his home, you can’t just show up here and demand he leave with you. He’s not a child!” You counter.

“I’m his dad, he will come with me!”

You laugh out loud. “Ha! Some dad you turned out to be!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Do you think he’d choose some girl over me?”  

You scoff. “Seriously?! What dad teaches their child to Hotwire a car when they’re 5? What dad takes his 6 year old to drug deals? What dad makes his 6 year old son watch as he kills a man?” You wait for his response but he doesn’t answer you.

“I’m not just some girl! I’ve been his friend since we were 5, he was my very first friend at school. There’s nothing I don’t know about him and nothing he doesn’t know about me. Can you say the same?”

Edward senior stammers, trying to find an answer but comes up with nothing.

“Do you even know how we became friends? Did he ever tell you about me?” He shakes his head. “My first day of kindergarten, he found me crying in a corner. I’d broken the yellow crayon at recess and thought I was going to be in so much trouble. He was the kindest boy I’d ever met, he talked to me, told me his mom told him there was nothing broken that couldn’t be fixed.”

“We were inseparable after that, together every single day. Then one day that sweet little boy changed, he started acting out and started wearing his personality like armour. I then find out that the reason he changed was because of what you did. I saw his sparkle die, because of you.”

“Did I stop being his friend? No I didn’t because he needed someone in his corner because you weren’t. And now

he’s got me and Wayne. If I have to keep my other feelings to myself to keep his friendship then I will. And Wayne is more of a dad to him than you will ever be, so I suggest you leave. He doesn’t want you here and neither do I!”

Edward senior runs his hand through his greasy mane of hair. “Can you at least tell him I wanna see him? Let him make his choice?” 

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“All Eddie has ever wanted is for some one to tell him that they’re proud of him. How can you do that if you don’t know him?!”

Eddie leaps out of his trailer and runs over to you, putting his arm around you. “I need to talk to you!” He faces you, doesn’t even acknowledge his father.

“Hi son.” Edward senior says and steps towards Eddie.

Eddie puts up his hand to stop him. “Like she said, nothing to say to you.” He takes your hand and walks you towards his trailer, leaving Wayne outside with his brother. Eddie pulls you inside and wraps his arms around you. “Thank you!”

“For what?” You ask.

“For having my back.” Eddie says, squeezing you tighter.

“Always.” You say as you squeeze back. He lets go and grabs your hand and leads you to his bedroom.

“Sit right there.” Eddie says, as he leads you to his bed. He turns around to grab his acoustic guitar, and takes a deep breath. “I was late meeting you for dinner because I was with the guys. I wrote a song for you and needed to know what they thought.”

“A song for me?” You ask.

Eddie nods and begins strumming his guitar, playing the chords and melody that you heard him playing on the roof last night. He exhales deeply and starts to sing.

Flowers, I sent, were found dead on their arrival.

The words, I said, inserted foot into my mouthful.

So when we dance, my lead it ain’t so graceful.

Isn’t so, not ain’t so.

I’m a hapless romantic

St..t..tuttering p..poet.

Just call me a tragic comic, cos I’m, in, in love , with you.

You gasp but he continues.

And when, we dine, I forget to push in your seat.

I wear, the wine, spilling hearts all over my sleeve.

A stitch, in time, proposing down on my knees.

Splitting between the seams.

I’m a hapless romantic

St..t..tuttering p..poet.

Just call me a tragic comic, cos I’m, in, in  love , with you.

You hadn’t realised the tears were flowing until Eddie stops playing and singing, putting his guitar down and coming to sit beside you. You look up at him, into his umber eyes that are shining with unshed tears. “I fucking love you y/n, I have for years. I can’t take one more second of you not knowing because I’d rather shoot my shot than spending the rest of my life wondering what if?”

You put your hand on Eddie’s cheek and he leans into your touch. You don’t speak, you just lean in and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You feel wetness on your hand and realise Eddie has started to cry. You wipe away his tears and look into his eyes, smiling at him. You still don’t say anything, you instead press another kiss to his lips, for longer this time.

“You’re making me nervous by not saying anything y/n.” Eddie says bashfully. You stand and climb onto his lap, you feel him begin to shake.

“I love you Eddie. I’ve loved you forever.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. He grins at you before grabbing the back of your head and kissing you so deeply that you see stars.

“Be mine?” Eddie asks.

“I thought you’d never ask!” You say as you lean in to kiss him again.

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Hearing what you’d said to his father, had given Eddie the courage to say what he feels. Knowing that you’re feeling the same as him, makes him feel invincible. But the nerves start to creep in again when your hands begin roaming his body and his roam yours.

Eddie hasn’t had a huge amount of experience when it comes to girls, he likes to say he has but in reality there’s only been a couple. Because of his style and personality, girls don’t exactly flock to be with him. Playing lead guitar in the band gets him some drooling fan girls but when they’re alone with him, they mostly get scared of him. Which breaks his heart.

He looks into your eyes, looking for panic or hesitation but finds none. You’re right there with him, and all in. He smiles and grabs the back of your head, planting a kiss on you so passionate that your entire body feels it.

Eddie pulls back to look at you, your skin flushed with a light sheen of sweat. He presses a open mouthed kiss on your neck, and feels your body shudder. He licks up to your ear, pressing a kiss just behind your earlobe. You let out a moan that makes him instantly hard, painfully hard.

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You feel Eddie grow hard beneath you, naughty thoughts drifting through your mind. You pull on his tie, getting him closer to you. You kiss the tip of his nose which makes him chuckle, before undoing his tie and then his shirt. Pushing it down his shoulders and throwing it across the room. Your eyes darken as you take in the sight of his bare torso, you’ve seen it before obviously but never this close. You reach out to touch him and his eyes close. Your hands make contact with Eddie’s chest and you hear his sharp intake of breath, you grin and lower your head. Licking along his neck and down his breastbone.

Eddie let’s out a sound you’ve never heard before and it spurs you on. You get off his lap, he reaches out for you but you shake your head. You see fear cross his eyes, like he’s expecting you to run away, but you don’t.

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Eddie watches as you kneel in front of him, his heart beating so hard he thinks it’s going to explode right out of his chest. You reach for his belt and undo his pants, reaching inside to wrap your fingers around his rock hard cock. The moan Eddie lets out is almost pornographic, you pull his dick out of the confines of the slacks and you begin to salivate.

His cock is almost as pretty as him, long and thick with a pink tip that is getting darker by the minute. The leaking precum making the tip glisten in the light. You look up at Eddie, who’s gazing down at you with hooded eyes.

You lean down and lick a stripe from the base, the tight curls tickling your nose, to the tip where you clean up all the precum gathered there. Eddie’s eyes grow black with desire and you grab the waistband of his pants, pulling them down so you have full access. The moment you take his cock in your mouth, his hips snap up to meet you. You moan at his taste, as your mouth moves up and down, his cock heavy on your tongue. His heavy breathing and moaning spurring you on, you wiggle your tongue on the sensitive spot just below the head and his hand grabs a hold of your hair.

“Y/N…” he moans out. “Stop or this will be over before it gets started.” You release his cock with a little pop, and Eddie reaches for you.

Eddie puts his hands on either side of your face and pulls you off the floor. You land on top of him, he kisses you deeply. He reaches behind you to pull down the zipper on your dress, helping you slip out of it. His eyes get wide as he takes in the sight of your naked body, as you’ve forgone wearing underwear. The dress has internal support so you hadn’t needed a bra, and no panties meant no uncomfortable sticking, as you get soaking wet every time you smell him, your pussy gushing if he so much as touches you.

Eddie rolls you onto your back, kissing your neck, along your collar bone and between the valley of your breasts as he reaches down between your legs. His breath hitches in his throat again. “Jesus H! You’re fucking soaked!” He moans as he captures your lips again, lining up his rock hard dick with your wetness. “Tell me you want this… please! I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you Eddie, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Eddie pushes into you slowly, your head rolls back and your back arches into him. He groans out as he continues to fill you up slowly, your moans sounding like music to his ears. More beautiful to him than any metal guitar solo in existence. As he bottoms out in you, he looks up at you.

“You okay?”

You nod, “Move… please! I can’t take you not moving. I need you so fucking bad!” Eddie chuckles then moves his hips, dragging his cock back as he withdraws from you. Then surges his hips forward, burying himself in your heat again. The feeling is exquisite, his cock is hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “Oh my god!” You cry out, grabbing at him, your nails scratching down his back. He growls and his hips begin to move faster, making your eyes roll back into your head.

Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. Your nails digging into his scalp as you grab his hair. “Do that again!” Eddie moans. So you do, eliciting a low growl from Eddie. His hips move even faster, snapping to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and your heavy breaths and moans echoing around the small room of Eddie’s trailer.

“Don’t stop…. Never ever stop.” You moan out as Eddie continues to pound you into the mattress. He reaches down between you, his fingers finding the hard bundle of nerves. “Fuck!”

“Need you to come on my cock, now please!” Eddie moans out, as he gently rubs your clit in circles.

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Eddie can feel your velvety wet walls pulsating around him, he knows you’re close. “Come on baby, let go!” He moans.

You come so hard, you literally see fireworks. Eddie feels you tighten, he didn’t know it could be like this. He spills into you as his climax hits him, not even realising he was right on the edge, too busy concentrating on getting you there. The sound that escapes Eddie’s lips as he comes is one he’s never made before, the sound of ecstasy and love rolled into one.

Eddie collapses on top of you, the pair of you panting as you come down from that exquisite high. He pulls out of you, making you wince slightly, landing on the bed and pulling you to him. His arms around you, making you feel complete.

Neither of you know how long you lay together, recovering from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

Finally Eddie speaks, “come here.” He stands and pulls you with him. Your legs shake but he holds on to you. He helps you to the bathroom, leaving you to take care of business and going to grab you both a beer from the refrigerator. There’s a note taped to the counter, Eddie reads it and chuckles to himself. You enter the kitchen wearing a pair of Eddie’s boxers and an old Black Sabbath t shirt.

“What’s so funny?” You ask. He grins and hands you the note.

Finally!

Enjoy your alone time lovebirds, it won’t last long.

The kids have already been round once

Red saw everything.

Wayne

The End.

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𓃮 Even the Sun Influences the Tide: Chapter Ninteen

Even the Sun Influences the Tide: After the death of your foster brother, King T’Challa, you had spent much of your year of mourning in isolation. When your mother gathers you and your sister to end your mourning period, you encounter the newest threat to Wakanda: Namor. You don’t know what to think of Namor, but you do know one thing: he probably shouldn’t be making trips to see you at your beach hut.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Namor/K’uk’ulkan x Fem!Reader, I Tried To Make The Yucatec Maya & Xhosa Translations/Traditions As Accurate As I Can Get.

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“How did you manage to keep that a secret for so long? Especially from mother and Okoye?” Shuri questioned, very impressed with the fact that Namor had been able to sneak into Wakanda to visit you repeatedly over the course of two months, without anyone knowing. You were in the process of returning your jade necklace to its place upon your neck when you glanced at her.

“Believe me, I was tempted to tattle more than once, certainly when he kept coming back…” You murmured, thinking back to your perception of K’uk’ulkan when he had first started dropping by. “But he never once threatened me nor did he come across as scheming or intentionally trying to get government secrets out of me. Eventually he started telling me stories of his people.”

“Really?” Shuri asked, eyebrow arched. “He really must have liked you then.”

“Yeah, well, his company as I found out, was not that bad.” You said with a shrug. “Probably why it wasn’t that hard to agree to an alliance with him. Granted I didn’t exactly realize that by making an alliance meant that I was marrying him.” You sighed in memory of the event. “Probably why he told me several times not to be hasty in that decision.”

“Only you would end up marrying to make an alliance, but have no idea that you were getting married in the first place.” You both snorted because it was true. Shuri tilted her head to the side. “It makes me feel better that he didn’t let you go charging into that decision without a second thought.” She then eyed you. “But I do have to say, sister, you know how to pick voracious men. The number of marks I saw…”

Your face flooded with heat as you covered your eyes, nearly drowning in embarrassment at Shuri seeing the evidence of your… activities. Chuckling, Shuri nudged your shoulder with hers.

“I’m guessing that Namor has great stamina, surprising considering his age.” Your face couldn’t burn any hotter at this point. “I wonder how his refractory period is effected by the blue herb?”

“You are assuming he has one, Shuri,” You whispered meekly. It was almost comical the way Shuri’s eyebrows rose and her eyes widened. For the first time since you had met her so long ago, Shuri was speechless.

“You don’t mean…” You nodded.

“Pretty sure he doesn’t have one, and let me tell you, I have had sore muscles in places I didn’t even know you could be sore in.” Shuri snickered at you, which you punched her in the arm for, before sobering up. “But really, Shuri, you and mama have nothing to worry about.”

“Mother is not going to see it that way.” That you knew. You got your stubbornness from her.

“Naturally,” You sighed before looking to Attuma who had been lurking in the shadows. “Attuma?” The massive warrior stepped forward once more.

“Je’el, in reina,” He spoke, glad to see the color returned to your face and the fire within your eyes once more.

“You are not going to be happy with my decision but I need to go back.” As Griot was translating your words in Yucatec Maya, Shuri was already rejecting you idea.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N!” Shuri thundered, echoing Attuma’s rapid bursts of words you didn’t understand. “You almost died because you went there and now you want to go back!?” You let them both bluster and explode on you, clearly against your statement of wanting to go back. Arms crossing your chest, you leaned back against a work table and waited for them to stop. You were used to Shuri’s anger and disagreement, and Attuma, while large, intimidating and deadly, did not scare you. You took in a deep breath and gave them both a frank look.

“May I remind you both who the queen is in this room?” You questioned. Shuri’s jaw nearly dropped open and you were fairly sure Attuma’s eye twitched. “Don’t argue with me, I won’t entertain it.”

“I think you’ve fallen into that roll a little too well for my liking, Y/N.” Shuri griped, her eyes still narrowed at you.

“I’m not going to apologize.” You returned, not backing down from her gaze. “Now, you can either come with me and have the knowledge that I am alright. Or you can stay here and be left to wonder.”

“That is quite a cruel decision, even for you.” Shuri responded, both unhappy with your words but impressed by you standing firm with your decision.

“Alls fair in love and war, Shuri,” You reminded her. “And is it not the queen’s duty to make difficult decisions?”

“Ma' ken a kuxtal táan amenazada,” (Not when your life is threatened) Attuma cut in. “K’uk’ulkan ma' yéetel ki'imak.” (K’uk’ulkan will not be happy)

Listening to Griot translate his words, you mulled them over, knowing full well that K’uk’ulkan would indeed be not happy that you had come right back to the place where you had almost died. But you were firm with your decision.

“This is not a request,” You said firmly. “It’s an order.”

Shuri and Attuma exchanged a look, clearly not expecting that from you. But going off technicality, you held the highest rank in the room and therefore, were within your rights to make such a decision and order.

“Fine, but you do not leave our sides, nor do you think about going near any rubble or wreckage.” Shuri stated firmly, pointing a finger at you. “Just because you are queen does not mean that you can wander wherever you want.”

“Duly noted,” You replied, standing up from your lean. “Now I’d like to leave before mother and Ch'ah Toh Almehen rip each others throats out because at this rate? It’s likely to happen.” You said while moving towards the exit. Shuri chased after you with Attuma on her heels.

“Y/N, wait!” You sighed and paused in step, looking back at her.

“What is it you wish to argue about now Shuri?” Shuri reached you and stared into your eyes.

“It’s about the results of some tests I had my team run while you were in the tank.” Shuri began, not knowing how to break the news. What she did know was that she didn’t want Griot to translate what she was about to say. At the very least the Talokanil was lingering several feet away. “Griot don’t translate what I’m about to say.”

“Yes, princess,” The AI replied. You frowned at Shuri’s words, worried about what she had to say that she didn’t want Attuma hearing. Shuri took a deep breath.

“You have trace levels of hCG in your blood, Y/N.” You blinked at her and raised your eyebrow.

“Shuri I have no idea what hGC is, you’re going to have to explain that one to me.”

“The only time hGC can be found within the human body, is during pregnancy.” Shuri explained, watching in your face and attempting to gauge your reaction to that news. You were silent, your mind reeling at the information. Surely it took longer than just ten days, to get pregnant. Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N, all it takes is one time. Your mind pushed aside the knowledge of you being pregnant and focused on another terrifying thought.

“Shuri,” You whispered, your voice deathly quiet. “Shuri I almost died and then proceeded to have an untested medical treatment. I— There’s no way—“

“Look, we’re talking about a pregnancy that isn’t even two weeks along.” Shuri said, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “Now, the chances that your recent medical trauma causing a miscarriage are certainly a potential outcome… but it is not a certainty.”

“That’s not helping Shuri, you know how sensitive babies are to medications and such. I just had something that wasn’t designed for even me to have!”

“That does not mean it will affect the fetus, K’uk’ulkan turned out fine.”

“He wasn’t exposed to the heart shaped herb!” You almost shouted, waving an arm. Attuma stepped forwards.

“In reina?” You glanced at him, and collected yourself. Now was not the time to be worrying about this. Let alone thinking about it. You had bigger issues.

“We should just go,” You said, putting that news in the back of your mind. “The fetus probably didn’t survive the trauma of my injuries and isn’t even two weeks along. There’s no point in worrying about something that will probably never come to light. Let’s go.”

You strode away, your fingers picking at the flesh around your wrists as you walked.

It was tense on the ship as you flew back to the beach where your mother and K’uk’ulkan still were. You took to drumming your fingertips on your knee, fidgeting about the idea that even after you had been injured in front of them… your mother and K’uk’ulkan would still go back to fighting. You were up and out of your seat before the ship even touched down on the sand, and the moment it did you were opening the hatch and striding across the sand towards the masses of warriors.

No one was fighting, you were relieved to see, but that didn’t mean your mother and K’uk’ulkan were being cordial with one another. You ignored the looks of relief of those around you, your mind focused on only one thing. The moment you spotted K’uk’ulkan and your mother, all else failed to exist and you got tunnel vision. You were blind to Shuri and Attuma’s efforts to guide you around the carnage, and even waved off Okoye when she approached you. K’uk’ulkan was the first to spot you, feeling your gaze upon his body. To say he was shocked was as understatement. Then your mother noticed that he was staring at something and caught sight of marching towards her.

“Y/N!” She breathed out, feeling a rush of weakness at the sight of you alive and well. They both headed towards you, but K’uk’ulkan was the fastest, zipping in front of you and spouting out words of Yucatec Maya a mile a minute while cradling your face in hand and running his other over your body in search of injury. 

“I have no idea what you just said but I am fine.” You told him, allowing his rapid and desperate search for injury upon your body. K’uk’ulkan’s brown eyes narrowed in disbelief, and he held your face in a firmer grasp.

“What are you doing back here!?” He growled at you, his voice rasping and betraying his true state. “In k'iino’ you should not have come back! Your lungs—“

“Are pretty much toast but I don’t need them anymore.” You said, cutting him off as he was about to go on a rant about how foolish it was for you to be up and walking after having taken a piece of metal to the abdomen.

“Y/N, you should not have come, you almost died here in our arms.” Ramonda chastised, more than happy to see you but very displeased that you had come back to the place that nearly killed you. Her eyes shot to Shuri while K’uk’ulkan turned to Attuma, clearly displeased that his general had allowed his queen to return to such danger. Were they not supposed to keep you safe and out of harms way?

“I told you this would haome back to the place that nearly killed you. Her eyes shot to Shuri while K’uk’ulkan turned to Attuma, clearly displeased that his general had allowed his not have come back! Yppen.” Shuri quipped giving you a look. You sglance oa her.

“And do you know how much I care at the moment?” You replied breezily with a scary smile.

“Le Reina k ordenó k’a’,” (The queen ordered us to return) Attuma spoke to his king, bowing his head solemnly. “Ma' in habría arriesgado.” (I wouldn’t have risked it) K’uk’ulkan’s eyebrow went up as he stared at you in disbelief and you could have sworn that your mother would have face palmed herself if she hadn’t been in such company. You lifted your gaze to K’uk’ulkan’s intense brown one and you pressed your fingers against the jade necklace overlaying his traditional one.

“May I remind you,” You enunciated, ensuring that your words were loud and clear to both of them. “That I am a queen who is capable of making her own decisions? I am not for show.”

“Je’el, in reina,” K’uk’ulkan obediently replied, entranced with your spark of fire yet again.

“Now,” You sighed out. “Can you please tell me that you two have come to an agreement?”

Date Published: 7/9/23

Last Edit: 4/5/23

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Behind the Scenes The Evolution of the Near-Punch in Between Us

Intro

One of my favorite things about any production is when I find out that there's been a collaborative effort in the storytelling and character-building. Between Us, directed by New Siwaj Sawatmaneekul, has a fantastic example of this: the evolution of the post-drowning scene in episode six.

So! Overall, there have been three iterations of the scene: the original in the novel, the pilot teaser released in February of 2022, and episode six of the main series.

Let's see how we got from A to Bee to Sea. (I'm not sorry.)

The Novel Scene

“Entering the pool without permission from an authorized person is breaking the rules. You can be kicked out of the club.” His fierce eyes were looking at the junior who was now very pale. “And if I had not noticed the light from the pool, which made me come to check, what would have happened?!” Win felt a chill in his heart. He had just walked past the club and had seen the lights. He thought he had forgotten to turn them off, so he came to check. But instead, he saw someone drowning in the middle of the pool. If he hadn’t come in time... “Answer me, Team! Why are you doing this?!” Win grabbed the boy's shoulder and forced him to make eye contact. “I wanted to practice.” “What?!” “I just wanted to practice so that I could get a good time tomorrow!!” “What fucking practice!!" Win shouted, his eyes redder than the person who almost drowned. "You almost drowned, you bastard!! you almost died in front of me, do you understand!” “I…” smack The senior punched him hard in the face with a force that caused him to sway. Team cried out and felt the taste of blood in his mouth. He wanted to make excuses, but when he saw the pain in the senior's eyes, he couldn't speak. “Hia, I...” “If I came one minute later. No, even if only thirty seconds later, you might have already drowned at the bottom of the pool, do you understand?” “I…” The boy hugged himself tightly. It was true. A few more moments and he would have... Team was shocked when his body was suddenly pulled and hugged, his face buried in Win’s chest. Win's whole body was trembling like a frightened animal. Team’s guilt was so overwhelming that he couldn't say anything, but he raised his hands and hugged him back. He gently stroked Win's wet back to comfort him. “Don't do this again...” “Mmm…” “My heart will break…” “Mmm…” Team hugged the senior more tightly as warm tears fell from his eyes. It was not only him who was hurt. Hia was, too. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

To summarize, Team is nervous about the upcoming qualifying meet. He only got two hours of fitful, nightmare-ravaged sleep on his own the night before, so he decides swimming will help him sleep. He sneaks into the pool, doesn't stretch, and swims until his leg cramps up. He nearly drowns, Win saves him, berates him, punches him, hugs him, takes him home, etc.

In many ways, it's very similar to the scene we got in the main series. But it's different enough that I wanted to talk about it.

I've talked about my personal perspective on the novel scene before. Basically, I've drawn a line in my head between Novel WinTeam and Main Series WinTeam. Novel WinTeam are LazySheep's creation, so what they do and say and think and feel are primarily decided by LazySheep and her editor. Main Series WinTeam, however, were created through the close collaboration of Sheep acting as a scriptwriter adapting her work for the screen, New, and WinTeam's actors Boun and Prem. (And opinions and reactions from fans and professionals affiliated with the series have also likely shaped their development along the way.)

[Sheep drew and posted this adorable comic of WinTeam and BounPrem together the day Between Us was first announced on July 5th, 2020.]

Boun's Win has always had a casual, insouciant kind of charisma that feels inherently nonthreatening, whereas Novel Win sometimes feels more like a Dude. A Good Dude, but a Dude nonetheless. Then we have Prem's Team who is, simply put, sassy and adorable, whereas Novel Team is also, y'know, kind of a Dude.

Take the hookup scene as an example. In the novel, there's no conversation about consent, no careful check that Team's sober and aware of what's going on. It's just what you'd expect from two horny guys down to bone: some light banter and then Win gives Team a handjob while they're still outside. And that's fine! It's realistic! It's probably happening somewhere right now. <3

“What do you want me to help you with?” Win crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the junior who was clearly uncomfortable and looked like he was ready to slap his face. “If you leave it like this, it's torture, don’t you know? It'll be very uncomfortable. Just helping each other as friends, right?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging the junior. Team turned around and peered at the darkness around him. Only the sound of the waves from the beach hitting the shore and the laughing sounds of the other young men who were still at the barbecue could be heard. “What are you looking at?” Team gulped and asked tentatively. Win shrugged his shoulders, pulled the upper arm of the junior, and walked towards the dark corner of the bungalow and into the dense, quiet bushes. “Shit! Huh, really? Seriously?” Team, who had never let a friend help him jerk off, was feeling light-headed. The more he saw, the more he knew that hia was serious. Team was startled when he was suddenly turned to face the bungalow wall. “Shush, don’t make any noise. People in the next room will hear,” Win said while pushing his leg in between Team’s own legs to push them apart. Team squinted and stared at the senior with shock. So skillful! “Mmmm…” The boy could barely hold his breath when he felt the warmth on his back. His elastic pants were pulled down along with his underwear. He almost didn’t want to believe what he was doing right now. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

This is just standard hookup culture. Team's hot, Win's DTF, Team makes the startling realization that he, too, is DTF, so they go off and F. After the handjob, Win goes to his room, then Team hesitates and follows him. No coercion, just like the series. We don't get the sex scene in detail, but we know from Team's narration that they did in fact have some good ole fashioned penetrative sex that night (with protection!). And then they don't have sex again. We're up to chapter seventeen of Hemp Rope, and so far, chapter one is the only time they've Done the Deed. [EDIT 12-16-2022: Chapter eighteen was released yesterday and -spoiler- there’s a note from the author saying WinTeam have sex there but she’s releasing the scene later on as bonus material.]

I bring this up to emphasize that these are different characters from the ones BounPrem are portraying. So when I read the chapter with the punch, I thought it fit. Because it's who they are in the novel. We don't really see Win's insecurities explored in Hemp Rope, so for me, punching Team came across as evidence of how frantic and primal his fear of losing Team was, and perhaps a bit of his role of club senior crossing wires in his brain with his role as Team's Surrogate Sentient Bolster Pillow.

It's also worth noting that Team sneaking into the club in the novel is framed as a bad thing that he knows he could get in trouble for.

He risked getting caught sneaking in. The tall, slim body of the intruder was standing on the edge of the pool, staring blankly at his reflection in the water. Initially, Team was determined to go back to his room, but after he thought it over, he was so nervous that he couldn't sleep. He decided to sneak into the club to practice for a couple of hours. It might help him feel more comfortable and sleep better. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

He's sneaky about it. He doesn't casually tell Manaow or anyone that he's going. There's no plan to stay with Pharm, no DeanPharm date that stops him. He's just an ornery, sleep-deprived cat in a bad headspace, so he sneaks into the pool knowing it's going to get him in trouble if he's caught. In essence, he isn't framed as Team the Terribly Tragic: he's exhausted, sure, but he's also being irresponsible.

So to me, the punch in the novel felt like a, "You nearly died in front of me because you broke the rules to practice for a qualifying meet you wouldn't even have remembered in five years, you spectacular idiot." And because Win and Team being more Dudes' Dudes in the novel, that gave them an added feeling of Dudes Being Guys Who Punch. (See Also: PeteKao) It's not right or good of Win to do, but for me, the situation made sense for the characters as they are in the novel.

That brings us to:

The Pilot Teaser

The pilot teaser was our first visual of the scene, released in February of 2022.

According to behind-the-scenes footage and interviews, BounPrem practiced the punch with New on the set multiple times before they started rolling. So it was fully in the cards as something they were going to do.

But then, in the middle of the scene itself, Boun made a different choice.

Thing is, Win does hug Team in the novel. Boun just skipped the punch. When he was asked about it, Boun said he didn't feel like Win would ever hit Team.

And this is where I have a ton of respect for New and Sheep and their production: they listened to him. And then they actually incorporated his choice into the canon.

In the same pilot teaser where Boun literally pulled his punches, Prem cried after singing, even though the script didn't mention anything about Team crying. When Sheep asked him why, Prem said, "I just think Team would cry."

And again, they listened to him. They kept it.

Yesterday, Sheep did a Twitter Space talk with fans where she said Prem has been devotedly asking her if he's portraying Team correctly. She told him warmly that he knows how to play Team, and the version he portrays in the series is Team, but a Team who is fully his.

The thing with great adaptations is that they have to be allowed to become their own creation. Boun and Prem have lived with these characters in their hearts for so long that they have their own readings now of how they feel and breathe. Boun loves Win so much he said he felt empty when they unofficially wrapped up filming last month; Prem loves Team so much he's asked Sheep over and over to confirm and reconfirm that WinTeam get a happy ending (they do). They're not just doing this for a paycheck; this is a passion project. WinTeam gave them their spotlight, and they viscerally treasure these roles.

And to me, the fact that their feelings and thoughts were discussed and put into practice on the fly is really, immensely beautiful to me.

The Main Series

Now for the version we all saw yesterday.

I was so excited to see this scene. It's my second favorite in the novel (the first being the homophobia scene that we'll see next week in episode 7), and I was wildly curious about what else they'd added or adapted around Boun's punch-less choice.

First of all, the energy from both Boun and Prem is a lot higher than it was in the pilot teaser, and you can see the calm leave Win's eyes when Team gives his excuse.

The pilot teaser scene was great, and I think it fit the novel well, but the main series has been building up to Win's breakdown, so this scene really had to sell it. The script has been hinting at insecurities that are all yanked out for display in this scene.

I think Boun might have ad-libbed the "damn it" part, too, which made it my favorite line delivery of the scene. Win's voice not only breaks because he's so angry, it's also higher in tone than Win usually speaks, underscoring how out of his mind and beyond rationality he is.

Then we get to the raised fist.

And what I love about these three shots in succession is that we go from: fist, face, combination of both. The action, the emotion, the realization.

Then we see moment he realizes what he was about to do, and what he can't do.

And finally, what he chooses instead.

They took Boun's character choice and built on it beautifully. His raised fist in the pilot teaser is quick and angry and impulsive, but the main series shows him shaking and angry and terrified. He has the impulse, but he's a rational person at his core, and the sight of Team accepting whatever Win is going to do to him, because he believes he deserves it, is what snaps Win out of it.

Win's been portrayed by Boun in three different iterations now: 1) Until We Meet Again, in which he didn't have a lot of material to work with, so he let Win borrow some of his own personality traits. 2) The Between Us special episodes released in autumn of 2021. These aren't canon and were based on Sheep's social media skits that she just posted for fun. The episodes were produced as a symbol of gratitude to fans for waiting so long for the main series. As a result, the characterization in the special episodes is all over the place, and they were extremely aware of it. SWS staff and actors made a lot of jokes on social media about which scenes were BounPrem and which were WinTeam, so they're very much Grain of Salt content. 3) The main series currently airing.

Ever since Boun was cast as Win in spring of 2019, he's spent a little over three and a half years with this character, so it makes sense that the character's depth would become more and more multifaceted through his choices. Sheep started posting chapters of Hemp Rope back in or before 2017 even before the rights to The Red Thread had been sold to New and Wabi Sabi. There was no Boun, no Prem, no UWMA. Just a fun little hookup-to-lovers story with some trauma thrown in.

When Boun was cast, some fans of the novel complained that he was too thin and he looked nothing like the character. Putting aside my own very normal feral yet parasocial feelings of protectiveness for Boun and how much unnecessary pressure fans put on actors to look a certain way, there are indeed some superficial differences between the novel character and the actor. Physically, Win is drawn and described by Sheep as broad and muscular, even more so than Dean.

Team looked at him with a sharp expression. Then he moved his eyes to Win’s abs. Because he was a very attractive person, he did not like to wear shirts. He liked to show off his tattoos regardless of his roommate. Looking at those abdominal and chest muscles, Team grabbed his own muscles. Mm, pretty good. - Hemp Rope (Eng Translation)

Sheep was a little hesitant about Boun at first because of this, but New stuck by his casting choice. Once people saw Boun with his hair dyed, it's been said by older fans that the majority of the complaints ended. With this in mind, the Win we have now was always going to be a different version from his novel self purely because New and Sheep chose an actor by his skill and his chemistry with his screen partner rather than by a physical likeness to the character.

After Boun was cast as Win, and after Sheep got to know him and Prem, and after Between Us was green-lit, she continued writing new chapters of Hemp Rope with a slightly newer take on the characters. She's said on Twitter that she's struggled to separate BounPrem from the characters (mostly jokingly), and she was also adapting the script for the series at the same time, so a lot of character building was going on at this time.

In 2021, Sheep wrote a long, long thread on Twitter telling fans how anxious and afraid she was of getting Between Us wrong. Not for herself, but for BounPrem. For New. For the queer community. She's an author who truly understands, to a debilitating degree, the amount of influence her work has. She knew this is BounPrem's first major series as leading actors, and she clearly felt the stress of that responsibility as the scriptwriter.

This whole scene does so much to showcase their strengths and growth as actors. Just like the scene itself, they've evolved over the years and shaped the characters and their story.

Hemp Rope doesn't deeply explore Win's insecurities and flaws, but Between Us needed to because it shines a spotlight on both of them. To make this a full and complete series, they needed to add to the story LazySheep created, and I believe that Boun and Prem's contributions, delivered from a place of love for their characters, will be what elevates Between Us into a truly iconic series.

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[genericpuff]

This is stupid, but you know those new LO hoodies the Webtoon shop has? I know the font they're using. It's Eckmannpsych which is an Adobe font.

That's not the stupid part though. The dumb part is the capital H and G in the Eckmannpsych font do not match what is on the hoodies, which would obviously be on the hoodies that have Hera or Goddess on them. So, Rachel looks to have taken the time to hand draw her own H and G to match the font style for those hoodies but did not take any time to make new, better art for the merch, but instead reused ugly panels from the comic. Talk about a strange look into her priorities. She doesn't like how the G and H look on a font? She will remake those to fit what she wants. Rachel when the assignment gives her the chance to make specialized, better designs for those same merch? She can't be bothered to even try. WTF!

for the love of god-

I'm assuming and hoping they had the commercial rights to that font LMAOO But it did kind of make me go 🤨 because while I didn't know the font EXACTLY off the top of my head it still felt... weirdly out of place for something like LO? Why are these hoodies being stylized like they're from Austin Powers LOL

On another note tho, the LO merch is just like... disappointing in how bad it is for what's supposed to be WT's #1 series, which is, btw, a series with so much unique stylization that it shouldn't even be this hard to make merch for it! it just feels very "first attempt at redbubble merch", but unlike genuine first attempts at making merch (which is obviously a learning curve that I wouldn't judge anyone for being new to) this is a company that's sunk shitloads of money into LO so I don't know why they can't get better merch made?? so much of it is just the default drawings taken and slapped onto a tote bag or t-shirt, which like, yeah cool fine you're using art that's recognizable and considering the art is already made, it stands to reason that they should use it for more than just the comic. It's just disappointing to see how lazy it often is and how little effort is put into translating it onto a t-shirt/tote bag/etc. like we can't even have ONE exclusive t-shirt with a unique design that isn't just poorly copy pasted from the comic?

Case in point, those t-shirts that Rachel was advertising a while ago that were actually straight up falsely advertised. I can't find the post about it on my Tumblr (I'm pretty sure I talked about it here) so here's the IG story rundown I did on it ages ago:

Again I'd really like to have benefit of the doubt here that Rachel isn't the one making these designs, usually that's not how the merchandising process goes in these types of deals, so I'm not gonna point the finger at her. But it's just so odd to me that it happened in the first place. And this goes for a lot of LO's merch, so much of it feels cheaply made and rushed off a conveyor belt for the point of making money without much expense. Which yeah, that's a business model for sure, the goal is to profit, but like this?

You can't even argue that it's like people criticizing LO the comic because like, as much as I'll justify what I spend my time doing here in my free time, it's true that at the end of the day I don't have to pay for LO, so really the only thing I'm doing is inflicting psychic damage to myself, it's not like my actual money is on the line LMAO That's why I stopped paying for LO ages ago and only do it when I have a specific episode I need to review (such as the midseason hiatus review series I did). At the very least, if I really want to keep reading LO but don't want to pay for it, I can just avoid FastPassing it and read it for free so I can save the coins for other series I'd rather read. The Webtoons' FP system is very fair that way.

But this is merch explicitly made to generate revenue. It is a product, front to back. You can vote with your money by not buying the thing you don't like, absolutely, but the fact that it's this poorly to begin with is just so indicative of Webtoons' business practices and so shitty for the people who genuinely enjoy this comic and are being advertised and sold shoddy merchandise that doesn't even come looking the same way it's advertised. It's really not a good look for Webtoons, Rachel, or LO that this is what they're selling to people.

Especially for what they're charging, good lord-

Like, okay, they're hoodies and they're gonna be expensive to print and ship so the higher overhead cost makes sense, but jesus christ, with the kind of merch Webtoons has already given the stamp of approval on, would it even show up in decent condition? How bright are those colors gonna be? Are they gonna strip off as soon as I throw it in the wash? I'm half-tempted to buy a hoodie for myself just to do a review on it but I can't justify dropping $75 CAD on a hoodie that only has art on the back. Maybe it's just me living in the hellish lands of Canada where we play with toy money that's the problem, but it's just not a gamble I wanna take LOL If I bought one it would probably be the Hecate or Hermes ones because they're the only ones that are at least somewhat legible and have decent character art that isn't a character looking like they need to poop LMAO

(these are literally the two worst drawings they could have chosen of these two i stg lol the only thing that would have made this worse/funnier is if it was Handsome Hades and Persephone Kidnapping a Baby LMAO)

It has me worried about what the LO figures are gonna look like when they release. Are they gonna have some creative liberty with making them chibi-fied (like a Nendoroid?) or are they gonna try and replicate the art style exactly and wind up making literal blow-up sex doll Persephone? 😭

NGL, if the figures are done well enough and don't cost an arm and a leg, I might consider buying one just for the shelf collection, but again, it depends. If Webtoons released a tarot deck with really good panels from LO (like the Tower 4 scene or Persephone sitting on the rooftop with her comb or Eros flying down into the Mortal Realm) I would buy the shit out of that. I would even just take the Major Arcana if 78 cards was too much to ask :'0 I'm not against Webtoons/Rachel trying to profit off LO merch at all, I just wish it was BETTER- (╥﹏╥)

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

[dvlwablu]

Onmyoji Manga List

Back at it again, this time with all the Onmyoji novels series based manga I'm aware of! You can purchase all of these from Bookwalker without needing to be in Japan as for as I'm aware, but your experience may vary. Note that none have official English translations as of 2023.

Reiko Okano's Onmyoji This series is apparently the manga adaptation for Onmyoji - it won the Tezuka Osamu Cultural Grand Prize (yes, that Osamu Tezuka) in 2001 and the Seiun award (think Japan only Hugo awards) for best comic in 2006. I haven't read much of it unfortunately (I can't afford to buy all the volumes!) It has 13 volumes and a sequel (where you get to see Seimei's son!!!) A few volumes of this manga have been translated in French, but I haven't been able to get my hands on a copy :(

Mitsuki Munku's Takiyashahime A mostly straightforward adaptation of the two-part novel series Takiyashahime. If you can't read the novels, you can read this and get a rough idea of what's going on if you can't read much Japanese (or watch the drama special I mentioned in this post!)

Itou Sei's Takiyashahime aka 瀧夜叉姫　陰陽師絵草子 (Takiyashahime Onmyoji Ezoshi) Okay okay SO THIS MANGA. It adapts Takiyashahime, but puts its own spin on the characters. Seimei is now Haruaki (which is just the kun'yomi reading of 晴明 - Seimei is the on'yomi reading. I could talk about nanori and azana more but that's for a separate post), a young, talented onmyoji who is nonetheless still a mere apprentice. He's a lot more hot-headed and kitsune-like, but also a lot more insecure with being friends with Hiromasa due to his social status. Yasunori also plays a larger role in this as Haruaki's main mentor/shishou instead of senior disciple, probably because the author had a previous manga that involved him as a character (unrelated to the Onmyoji series) I have MANY words about the flavour of Seimei/Hiromasa in this, but it's hard to explain without context!!!

This manga has absolutely GORGEOUS art - beautiful lineart, dynamic panelling, and lovely watercolour splash pages. However, it does not shy away from graphic violence, with multiple instances of animal death, human death (including children) and one instance of graphic sexual assault (which is in volume 3, pages 109-111, if you would like to skip it) It is currently ongoing as of 2023, and you can follow it here.

#瀧夜叉姫 陰陽師絵草子 #takiyashahime onmyoji ezoshi #mitsuki munku #reiko okano #itou sei #minamoto no hiromasa #abe no seimei #fyi i've bought digital versions of all of munku's takiyashahime and the currently released itou sei volumes #i started a solo scanlation project for itou sei's manga a while ago but life got in the way...might have to bring it back again haha

[misscaterpilla4]

IMPORTANT

This is a clarification about TSAMS and what I will do in this blog

I'm sorry if I can't make myself understood correctly, I'm writing this quickly and I'm having a hard time translating it since I've been having some headaches and I just want to stay asleep, well, I recently found out about TSAMS and have received both warnings and suggestions , but I want to clarify something, I won't draw anything about it, this is mostly because I have a lot of things to do, I'm slowly getting back into animation, there are 2 animations I want to make about One Piece, doodles from both OP and of FNAF and I also have my head saturated with a comic that will be my most important project to carry out, so at the moment I don't have much time to review external things of which I have no knowledge, I want to clarify that this is nothing against the fandom , in my tray I received a warning about this and the behavior they sometimes have towards DCA artists, I asked others and they gave me varied answers, I have been in fandoms that can be considered problematic but I know that like in all fandoms of that style There are also very kind and respectful people, I have even had some run-ins with people from the DCA fandom and despite this I continue to draw about it, however as I mentioned before, I don't have time to get into another fandom, I want to focus on my projects and answer questions that I have pending for months, if you are part of the TSAMS fandom I hope you understand my position, all the suggestions sent about the show will not be answered, I also decided to delete the previous post where I asked about it since there was a situation that affected the person of the question, lastly and with all my heart, do not fight among yourselves, do not be threatening towards those who enjoy TSAMS, I know that you may be worried about the experiences and that you do not want that for me, but I will be okay, it is not necessary to make a complaint to the other person, this has saturated me with many emotions, I still cannot understand myself but I usually get very anxious and scared with anything since I worry too much about everything, I just want everything goes well, that both you and I are fine, I honestly don't know what else to add, I think this is all, I hope you can understand me and that everything is fine, I'm sorry if the text is very long, I try to be as clear as possible although perhaps I could have said very little but there were many points to be made here.

I will be away for a while, I am going to rest a little to calm the headaches, when I feel better I will continue working on my things, I will try as possible to bring some content so as not to neglect you so much, it may be a slow process but I will do everything at my pace, so please be good to each other, I love you and I don't want there to be problems between you because of me, it may not have been something that big but as I mentioned I can be very sensitive even with the most simple, see you later!!

#miss caterpillar

[dollwritesarchive]

Imagine Kyle rayner with a air headed s/o

(There isn't much fics of him on this app.)

𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 ⎹ 𝓚.𝓡.

fandom dc comics / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring kyle rayner x gl in training!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters featured are 18+

content warning all smut, dumbification, use of the word bimbo ( affectionate ), subspace kinda, ahegao

summary Kyle spoils his little airhead

word count 1.6k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

Kyle loved visiting his silly girl on Oa.

he would sneak into your training sessions, just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement when you caught sight of him. how you would stop whatever you were doing, mid-construct or not, and give him an excited wave, chewing on your lower lip. then, without fail, your shoulders would bunch up when your training officer barked at you for losing concentration.

Kyle, trying to stifle his fond chuckling, would simply tap his temple with his forefinger, twice, and mouth the word: “Focus.” he didn’t revel in pissing off your superiors, but he couldn’t help himself.

you were just so damn cute.

but what he really loved about visiting you, was moments like this.

it was much too late, and while Kyle knew he shouldn’t keep you up, it was hard to say no to you when you straddled his lap. your svelte fingers interlaced with his, palms pressing against his much stronger ones, you give all your trust to him— keep you upright while you ride him.

once you found your slow and steady rhythm, taking him deep so you could grind against the his pelvis, you were consumed almost entirely by lust, and Kyle liked to watch you go completely dumb on his cock. if a sight more adorable than your dick-drunk smile, glazed over eyes, and whiny babbling ever existed, than the Honor Guard had never seen it. “Look at you,” he purrs, giving both of your hands a squeeze in hopes to get your attention, but you’re so far gone, it doesn’t matter either way. “Is my silly girl just so happy to ride? Does it feel too good?” your head lolls, which could’ve been interpreted as a nod, and Kyle chortles. “Mm, I know, baby, I can tell.” he shifts underneath you, letting go of your hands to push himself to sit up, and your fingers clamp on to each shoulder, nails biting at the skin as you’re boosted up and down, before he’s face to face with you. whimpering, feeling the swollen tip of his cock prodding at your belly button, your back arches, bringing him closer, deeper still, and both of his palms envelop your warm cheeks. “Your pretty, little head is completely empty, isn’t it?” he croons, allowing his couplet to crest over the bridge of your nose, his panting drowned out by your string of sultry moans. “You don’t even care what I’m saying to you right now, just as long as I don’t pull out of your warm, soft pussy—“ he smiles, dragging his lips down to meet yours. your jaw is already slack, allowing for your babbling to drip from your swollen lips like honey, but they at least make an attempt to kiss him back. you nod, hands careening under his arms and around to grip his shoulder blades, pull him closer. you would never be satisfied with how deep he was— you always needed more when it came to Kyle. “Just my sweet bimbo, aren’t you, cutie?”

another nod, but this time you purred out, “I’m your sweet bimbo!” as you take him hilt deep, clenching around the base of him until he’s smiling with grit teeth. “And I— I—love it!”

“Such a good baby for me,” he mutters, voice husky, eyes heavily lidded, but he keeps his gaze on your countenance. your eyes couldn’t lock on to his, for you were much too spaced out, “even fucking yourself full of dick and completely braindead, you still try to answer me?” his lips are moving against yours, but you’re trying to capture them in a kiss, and he wasn’t having it.

he’d started to guide your movements, rocking his hips to meet your grinding. your walls spasm around his thickness grateful and fervent, as the protruding veins massage the tightening canal “Kyle— baby—“ you mewl, eyes rolling back. “Please…”

you were so close already, too tender to wait on him— that’s what you get for dating an Honor Guard that you rarely see— it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep yourself from falling apart the very second he was inside you.

“What do you want, silly girl? Use your words for me.”

but he was making it so damn difficult; with each firm bucking of his hips, you’re fucked deeper into stupidity— every thought that tried to surface that was irrelevant to the fact that he was buried balls deep in your belly was immediately drowned in the depths of pure euphoria flooding your mind.

“G— gonna cum…” you whine, dragging your nails over the hard pads of muscle against his shoulder blade, “gonna… o—oh, cumming!”

Kyle rained affectionate, open mouthed pecks over your cheeks, edging closer to your lips each time, and he groans, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” he didn’t have to give you permission, but the neediness in his husky voice sends you over the edge— it was as if he couldn’t wait to see you fall apart, like he was just hardly holding on to a thread of self control. he must be just as close as you were, and you hadn’t even realized it. “Let me… let me feel you shake on my cock…” now, you could hear it. the hiss as he clamps his teeth together. his restraint is failing— he couldn’t wait to cum, either.

and that just made your orgasm hit you that much harder.

you come undone with a squeak of air escaping your lips when the tip of your tongue slips out, dangling over the curve of your lower tier. usually, Kyle would’ve smothered your mouth against his own, but he wanted to hear each and every lusty, broken sound that escaped tonight. huffing, your body arches again, twisted into an S as you whimpered, eyes crossing until you were seeing double, then triple, of your boyfriend. “That’s it,” he murmurs, the rhythm slowing as soon as you dig your knees into his ribs. your body is completely possessed by ferocious aftershocks, from your quivering thighs to your fluttering eyelids, “so good…” you were babbling now, your typical, grateful and affection blithering in his ear. telling him how much you love his cock, and how hard you’ve just cum, and he’s twitching now. both hands fleeing to grip your hips. you slump backwards, your shoulders and the back of your head hitting the mattress, and you moan. Kyle pushes himself on to his knees, using the grip on your hips to pull you to meet a slow, deep thrust. “Look at that, silly girl, taking me so deep, fuck…”

if you could’ve, you would’ve lifted yourself into his motion, but there’s no way your muscles would work— not when they felt like jelly. so, you allow your head to roll to one side, bleating. and then, Kyle’s on you in a minute, pressing his sweat-soaked torso to yours, kissing your neck as he pushes as deep as you’ll allow him to go with a dizzy, grunted, “All mine.” all his muscles go taut, and he’s panting in your ear, your name on a loop, until you feel the tension snap and warmth seeps into your belly.

you’re beaming; a precious, drunken smile plastered on your face as you comb through his damp, raven tendrils. “Promise?” you ask, biting on your lip. “Promise I’m all yours?”

Kyle is only now starting to breathe easy now, and he buries his face in your neck, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue over your pulse point. “I promise, baby.”

content, you twist a dark curl between your fingers, staring at it. “Do you leave in the morning?” you ask, fighting back a frown. you knew he had work to do, and it was unfair to expect the honor guard to hang around Oa when the galaxy needed saving. still, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he nodded his head. you push your lower lip out in a frown and whined an irresistible, “Kyyyyyle!”

a soft chuckle slips from his reddened lips when he pulls back to look at you, tracing your pout with the pad of his finger. he was always so delicate— must be the artist’s touch. “What’s wrong, silly girl?”

“Can we do it again?” you ask, kissing his finger, eyelashes fanning against the warm apples of your cheeks. “One more time?”

exasperated, Kyle smiles, wide. “Again?” he asks, incredulous, “Isny this the third round we’ve gone?”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t you have an evaluation in the morning with your commander?” his brow quirks.

your nod, sheepish, but hold those puppy dog eyes on him. you can all but see him cracking. he’s never been able to resist that look.

finally, he groans with a fond smile, and reaches down to gather both of your legs, bracing his palms at your knees and bringing them together, upwards, he pins them to your chest. you coo, victoriously, and hook both arms around the back of your knees, watching him get into the perfect position, on his knees. you can feel his cum leaking out of you already, while he pumps himself hard again, and you giggle when he looks you over, muttering, “You’re spoiled rotten, baby.”

#kyle rayner #Kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #kyle rayner smut #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader

[crustyfloor]

More fun things since I keep digging into this fandom, I'm sorry for the out of order rant in your ask box- Sorry, interrogation room T-T Theres a livestream made by robiirosie and this Vtuber talked a bit about the korean context of the Ivantill version of Oh My Clemantis, mentioning how Till's speech, in that context, is rather of someone quite comfortable with the other person, even though he keeps telling him to stfu There was a tumblr post as well regarding the translation of the song and how Ivan's part are actually much softer and less, you could call it "carnal" or "extreme" than the actual translation in the video, indicating that he's pretty much accepted the fact, a long while ago that Till, in his eyes, isn't feeling the same or anything at all towards him. We know that Till is a pretty heartfelt person from the little comics and little flashbacks etc, so he might very much, from all the context, end up feeling really bad after Round 6 Also notice how in Round 2, the shock collar Till wears looks like a noose, and how Till doesn't visibly wear one. Almost as if foreshadowing that Till was supposed to die, but since he doesn't Technically have a choice of even that (IVAAAAAN), the one who has "no collar" can intervene in that choice. Another food for thought: Notice how for Mizi, Till sings pretty much in English, but without Mizi, he sings in Korean. While composing the melody in Round 2, Till wears black, he probably was in a similar hard place, as he was shown without a guitar. It's interesting that he also wears black in Round 6. And the final thing I noticed, if you go and watch TOP 3, the order at the end is the following: Till and Ivan, Luka and Hyuna, and Mizi is the "winner". I believe, that since we already got Till VS Ivan... We're gonna get Luka VS Hyuna and Mizi remains the only one alive by the end of it all.

It's all good anon! I quite like investigating so whatever you have to show, I'd like to see (￣▽￣)b

I also noticed that for a very distanced duo, in canon Ivantill are very casual with each other (even when you never mind the times that Till isn't awake), and in the ivantill my clematis cover during the TalksvsListens.exe scene this is shown perfectly clear. I'm very confident in my take that Ivan and Till were very close friends when they were kids, and even though they're seemingly not as close anymore at the moment, they still carry a casual air around them, to the point where Till is still comfortable throwing jabs at Ivan like he did when they were younger (which isn't something he's shown doing in canon, much.) I'd even call the "man stfu" from Till affectionate if I didn't sound delusional so I'll just move from there

And yeah, Ivan is totally under the assumption that Till doesn't like him anymore in any sense (which is something i, *loud buzzer incorrect sfx* don't believe) My Clematis cover was kinda a mix of a goodbye and a "one more time.." song, with the way Ivan sung it. (one more time being, one more time trying to see where he stands in till's life. and Till is barely active in the last bits of the song when it actually counts, so in a way *figuratively* that was all Ivan needed to know)

And the collar noose symbolism omagah i could go on for ages not only did the noose show the intensity of Till's imprisonment in alien stage, so intense that it would(ve) killed him one day, (And in the way that his heart is disconnected from his head, he used his heart to go back to Mizi and therefore tie the noose disconnecting what he knew was right to what he wanted, all for her.)

And as you said anon, it also shows for some good symbolism/foreshadowing for Ivantill, Till always had that collar on, Ivan was always taking that collar off, Till was always meant to stay collared and eventually die, but as the one with the freedom, Ivan basically defied Till's fate for him and (metaphorically) put the collar on himself, taking Till's fate as his own. (I HATE YOU IVAN!!)

oh yeah and about the lyrics thing, truly Till could've just been feeling bilingual for the fuck of it while writing Till the end, but I'd like to read it as him putting up an image for Mizi, coordinating into someone who (not really) himself to impress her and his true self, but on stage with Ivan, they were there raw, authentic selves. there was nobody to impress (not anymore)

and so for the TOP 3 video holyyy shit. first of all, if you're onto something I assume Mizi and Hyuna would have to get caught and recaptured for that to happen, Till would have to get K.O. and then Hyuna will get her round with Luka as originally planned, she'll get K.O. then Mizi will go back up against Luka, win with the power of Yuri depression and be the sole winner. That's an interesting idea...but I don't know if it's a very likely situation? well, it kinda is since Hyuna is injured and the Guards are out trying to find them it's a strong possibility. (hell, maybe Luka will even work with alnst to get em back) Idk what to make of it, to be honest (To me, it does kinda just look like the original ordered pairs that Vivinos was foreshadowing but before Hyuna just left and Mizi took her place, Mizi is alone because she just finished her round with Mizi and now her bubble is broken so she's traumatized asl)

#alien stage #alnst