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fainthedcherry · 20 days

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ALSO; Here's ANOTHER piece I forgot to post, but was really excited to post. Yeeeah it doesn't get better with my inconsistency and forgetfulness, I know, it's only getting worse haha.

THIS IS A COMMISSION THIS TIME, for my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke on DA and TH!!

Owloette and this outdated, redesigned version of Hoodude belongs to Hollowed-Hartlocke design wise,

Chiri belongs to me (she's in the BG by request of Hart)

Vanilly Hoodude Voodoo belongs to Mattel, and so does Heath Burns (to the right of the drawing.) ((The outfit is not official, I made a random outfit design to fit thematically))

Thank you SO SO much for believing in me, being so patient for me for so many years now!! I am so happy, that you were the first person, to actually pay me in IRL money, what an honour, that my friend is so nice to me man. 🥺💖

Yes, a commission! In this modern day, can you believe it? I've yet to finish 2 more comms, I hope to finish them this year, honest to god. It's so hard to get a grip on some responsibilities, as I gotta figure stuff out appointment-wise with my driver's exams, psychologist-stuff abt my diagnosis still, and ofc, deal with the fact, that I gotta babysit my coworkers (not exaggerating, I keep being bugged on my weekends about my coworkers over some random annoying stuff they didn't wanna do under the normal work-week), and continue to study for tests and finish a presentation until next week.

^As you can tell, it's a bit stressful lately, which is why I had difficulty drawing at home, getting out of bed, to add with cramps post-work, hip- and knee pain in my bones, migraines. it all stacks up, and it doesn't help, that I lately had a spike in my ADHD seemingly acting up again. Been unable to concentrate, been getting overwhelmed, been having some EXTREME time-blindness. It's a bit hard with life lately. :")

It probably makes sense, why I was absent for a good bit. I ache a lot physically, and mentally lately and just. A. LIFE. I DO NOT LIKE IT. BUT MUST SURVIVE IT.

I again, tried something different with the lighting here, being a more direct-light source! I tried to make the lights look harsher, and I think this isn't too bad! Again, in hindsight of 2024, months later, shoulda proooobs made the shading sharper in appearance, still looks too soft, for direct-light hitting this floppy fellow. And also, added a drop-shadow for Heath near the lighting. Dear god, I wish I wouldn't make so many mistakes aaaa.

But oh well, that's what passage of time is, growing up, sucking up mistakes, trying to rid of your perfectionism.

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notdust · 4 months

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Someday I will gather my strength and draw something new, but definitely not today

(And yeeeah, this is another one of my old drawings)

Dust sans by: Ask-DustTale

#not an artist #sans au #undertale #undertale au #dust sans #dusttale #phantom papyrus #dusttale papyrus #total drama

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hinataoc · 9 months

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KHOC Week Day 2 - New World

HEY! It’s the second day of @khoc-week Wooooo

So I have a lot to share for this. But I’m going to focus on the age old favorite of Halloween Town, because that’s where I just finished writing them at in FT.

First, I want to start with Hinata. She arrived first in Halloween Town, along with Axel and Riku. They were in pursuit of a Replica and formed a shaky alliance to track her down. When they arrived all three of them got completely different looks. Hinata was mostly unhappy with hers, while Riku and Axel ended up looking pretty cool.

I have this incredible piece by @amyhayanora that depicts them in their outfits from a scene in The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 17

Next is Sam. The poor thing does not have good luck with the ship’s magic drive. For some reason, she doesn’t get to be fully human. There is a reason, it’s just spoilers and such. Anyway, I am a huge fan of Legend of Zelda and when I think of the creatures in Nightmare Before Christmas I always think of the fish guy. So Sam got a fishy experience.

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Excerpt from The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 19—

(note: remember that crazy robot B.E.N from Treasure Planet? yeah he travels with them)

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Halloween Town was just as gloomy as the name would suggest. Gravestones and gargoyles stood intertwined with black thorny vines and rotting pumpkins. In the center of the field was a hill that curled into itself at the end, the entire thing silhouetted by the full moon.

"I didn't think this place would take its name so literally." Sam sidestepped a smashed pumpkin, gagging at the sight of rats and maggots devouring its remains. "I don't even want to know how it made me look."

"Yeeeah, that's probably for the best," Ben assured her, a few steps ahead as he scanned the area for any signs of Riku and Hinata. He had made it off nearly scot-free from the magic drive, spare for a darker shade of rust, a brighter, eerie glow to his eyes, and crusted blood splattered over his joints. "If you ask me—"

"I didn't," Sam reminded him, but he continued regardless.

"—I'd say you'd be better off under water." He tapped his chin. "Maaaaybe near Neverland! I hear there's plenty of sea monsters there. If DiZ's world encyclopedias are anything to go by, which"—he laughed—"why wouldn't they be, amiright?"

Sam inwardly groaned, stopping mid step and allowing Ben to continue on as he walked further and further away. "Of course I get stuck with him tagging along," she grumbled under her breath, reaching up her hand to rub her hair. Then she paused, realizing there was no hair to touch. Instead, her fingers were met with a slick, slimy skin that reminded her of touching a fish left too long on the counter— something she had done one too many times. "Oh come on!" She held out her hand in front of her, seeing the bluish tint to her now long webbed fingers. Suddenly, Ben's comments on her belonging with other sea monsters didn't seem so far-fetched.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Ben called back to her, his hands cupped around his mouth.

Sam clenched her hands at her sides, shutting her eyes tight and taking in a long deep breath. "Please tell me Velcia's coming down soon."

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Yeeeeah... she got to be based on a zombified zora. Sorry Sam.

Velcia though, my husband had the coolest design idea for her and I was so excited to get the chance to draw it.

An amazing ghost witch! She’s a potion maker by trade in Thebes, so it just fits so perfectly! All the ingredients hanging from the dress’ threads, the potions eerily glowing and dangling from the branches, ahhh so cool! I really need to up my design game. My husband has me beat.

Here is some more art I have of Hinata in her Halloween Town look. It was originally designed by someone on DeviantArt by the name of VelvetCookieVT. I hosted an art contest for participants to design a new world outfit for Hinata, and whoever won would get their outfit and world choice put into the story. I held the contest years ago and it just finally got put in. Anyway, here is the original artwork of Hinata’s Halloween Town look.

I was absolutely in love with it. Hinata was not lol! But she managed.

Also, bonus of Hinata’s Christmas Town look that was co designed by me and @amyhayanora.

OBSESSED

#khocweek2023 #kingdom hearts #khoc #Hina-Draws

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asubakaa · 2 months

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Not me making a love child for Harebourg and Amalia (I started on Tuesday 👹👹)

(the child is a male xelor btw. Also do you personally think that if a demigod has a kid then the kid is also a demigod or are they just a mortal?? Cuz like we’ve only seen more of the gods’ kids than the demigods’ ones and it’s obvious to see that when a god impregnates a mortal, they both get a demigod. But what happens when a demigod impregnates a mortal?? Is there like a 50/50 chance that the child will either be a demigod or mortal?? The only kids I’ve seen who were from a demigod was Goultard but I don’t think it was ever specified what the kids were.)

MWEHEHE........tbh I was thinking about their fankid for a while too but I have so many fankids yet so I don't know if I should make another one...In my vision he's also a male xelor(oh, a young prince...how cute) with dark skin and white hair. And he behaves more like mother :D spoiled prince yeeeah

Hmm, about demigod things... Maybe he's not exactly a "demigod" but he can be powerful or something?🤔 And can live a pretty long life?

Damn, now I wanna draw him too ksksks

Can I...?

#I just remembered about a comic with Yugo who saw Amalia and Harebourg's child. sheesh.#ask box 🎁#wakfu #haremalia #text post 🍑

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such-a-barbarian · 10 months

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Alright. Doing this intro post because:

1) @callivich’s encouragement for lurkers post was what made me finally make an account so I should probably just keep doing things they tell me to haha and

2) because after making said account I almost immediately went back to lurking out of habit and panic. So maybe actually participating in something will help?

Anyway, here we go!

Name: Kell

Age: Not exactly sure when ‘mid-30s’ becomes ‘late 30s’ but somewhere in that range.

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? Honestly, probably Cam and Noel. Their chemistry is unreal. I spent a good year obsessively watching YouTube clips before I came even close to watching an episode all because the two of them are just soooo good together.

How long have you been a fan? Almost 4 years I guess. I stumbled upon Gallavich during my first pregnancy and spent many late night feeding sessions read fanfic.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? How do you pick just one?! Probably the dock scene or the van scene or maybe just all of 7x10!

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Probably Kev. He’s just such a dork.

Do you write or draw or make edits? Man I wish! Alas, I do not have single creative bone in my body.

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I’m a HUGE sucker for soulmate AUs. Talk to me about soulmate AUs! I tend to prefer AUs in general, but definitely not against a good canon type fic. Also been super into Gallavich as parents lately.

Favourite Gallavich quote? There are sooo many great one and I’m not sure what this says about me but when I read this question the first thing that popped into my head was “oh shit, we getting pizza. Yeeeah. I’m starving” hahaha. It makes me giggle so hard every time. In reality it’s probably “you’re under my skin”. ❤️

#gallavichintro #hi #that was fun!

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atths--twice · 1 year

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It takes some time to come back to yourself after you’ve been hurt. Dana is beginning her journey down that path and Fox is there to make sure it’s a safe one.

I know it’s been sooooo long since there was an update to this story. I’ve had other things asking to be written, quite persistently in some cases. But, my focus is back here and here is the next chapter in the story. The next chapter should be up soon as well.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in this little AU. ❤️

Chapter Three

Fox was up very early the next morning, despite having slept very little, his thoughts on Dana and how she was really doing, knowing how men like Tom usually took rejection. He decided to go for a run, something he had not done in a while, thinking it would help to clear his head and create focus for the day.

The sun was just peeking through the sky when he stepped outside, stretching and warming up his muscles before he set off at a slow pace, gradually running faster.

He could hear nothing but the sound of his shoes as they created a steady beat along the pavement. Not many other people were out yet, and for that he was thankful. He liked being out before the city was awake, enjoying the quiet and lack of bodies filling the spaces.

He ran for what felt like miles. When he stopped and paced back and forth, breathing hard, his thoughts again turned to Dana and he shook his head.

She would have told him if Tom was threatening or scaring her, right? She would have said… something to him.

Right?

“Before,” he said, taking a deep breath. “She would have said something before.” Shaking his head again, he turned and began to run back home.

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“I got you a coffee,” he said when he heard the door unlock and open, his back to it as he took some prop books down from the top shelf. “You’ll need to warm it up though I’m afraid. I’ve been here for a while.”

“We must have been thinking along the same lines then because I actually got you a coffee,” she said and he turned to look at her. She was holding a small brown bag over her wrist and a cup of coffee in each hand.

“Great minds, huh?” he teased, setting the books on his desk and walking towards her. “Thank you.”

“And thank you,” she said softly, handing him his coffee as she bit her lower lip. “I also got you a ham and cheese croissant. It might even still be warm.”

“Thank you again.”

“Did you already eat?” she asked, spying the paper plate by his computer.

“I did. But like I said, I’ve been here for a while so… a second breakfast is much appreciated.”

“Okay, Pippin,” she said, a smile beginning at her reference to Lord of the Rings, but then it stopped. “I’ll… set this down and then start readying the studio.”

“There’s no rush. We’ve got time. Eat your breakfast. Drink your coffee,” he said, watching her and trying to gauge how she was feeling.

“You already got the studio ready, didn’t you?” she asked, setting down her coffee and the bag of food on her desk.

“Yeeeah. And the items I’ll need for the next two sessions ready as well,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee and humming at the perfect taste.

“Two? Jesus, you have been here a long time.”

“One of the drawbacks of having occasional insomnia,” he said, smiling before taking another sip.

“I don’t really like the word insomnia. It sounds so menacing or something. I think describing sleepless nights as being a “tortured artist” sounds much better. As though sleep simply can’t happen when there’s beauty to be found. I just think there’s something romantic in those words.”

“I suppose unless you’re not an artist. Or if you’re Van Gogh and you end up actually torturing yourself.”

“Well, yeah. The line has to be drawn somewhere and I draw mine at self mutilation,” she quipped, taking off her hat and coat and rolling her eyes at him.

“It’s always good to know where the line is,” he said with a smile, watching her hang up her coat and run her fingers through her long hair.

She seemed more like herself today, sparring with him like she used to do. She looked like herself too, though she still wore the large black cardigan over her pleated, long sleeved, dark gray tunic dress, black leggings, and black fleece lined boots.

Twisting her hair expertly, she quickly had it up in a messy but somehow adorable bun, secured in place with a rubber band.

As she turned around, she caught him staring and they both froze. He was at a loss for words, not wanting to explain his thoughts to her, but she spoke first and he felt relieved.

“I… I can’t wear my hat with my hair in a bun,” she explained with a shrug. “I mean I can, it just looks and also feels funny. So…”

“Understandable,” he said, clearing his throat. “Sorry for… I didn’t mean to be staring… I was thinking about-”

“Your second breakfast?” she suggested as she pointed to the bag and he laughed, glad for the out she had given him.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping to the bag to take out his food. “Still warm.” He nodded and she nodded back.

As he stepped back from her desk and she stepped toward it, the scent of her perfume hit his nose and he quickly took in another breath.

Whimsy.

That was the name Dana had told a client weeks ago when she had asked after it, exclaiming over how delicious it smelled.

“Oh, yes,” the woman had said with a nod when Dana told her the name. “I always feel that a fragrance tends to suit the wearer and yours does to a T my dear.” Dana had laughed, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed.

But, as she had been walking around the studio barefoot- her new shoes hurting her feet- and wearing a flowy purple dress with her hair in loose braids, Fox had found he could not have agreed more.

In fact, he had taken a few quick pictures of her and shown her later that day, both of them laughing as she then pirouetted around the office.

She had stopped wearing it though, after Tom bought her a very expensive bottle of designer perfume. It smelled good, but it was not the scent Fox associated with her.

Hers was rich, reminding him of her dancing as she had laughed, but also of forests and nights under the stars. It made him think of fairies flitting through the trees, kissing the flowers to sleep, and waking the night animals from their day's slumber.

He loved her perfume and smelling it again made him smile as he took a bite of his second breakfast, hoping the one Tom bought had been chucked in the trash.

The first client arrived as he was halfway through his second breakfast. It was her first time in the studio and she was nervous. Arriving early, she had hoped to assuage her worries.

Dana took the garment bag of outfit changes from her and escorted her into the studio’s dressing room, putting her at ease as Fox double checked that everything was ready.

He smiled when he heard them laughing and he stopped for a second to listen more intently. Dana’s laugh was a bit quieter, but it was there and hearing it was enough for him.

The day passed by in a busy blur after that, lunch ordered and eaten when a moment allowed. By the end of the day, he was tired and feeling the effects from his lack of sleep the night before and the run that morning.

“Goodnight,” Dana said softly as she buttoned her coat, taking her hair down and putting on her hat.

“Goodnight,” Fox replied, smiling at her as she nodded, her own smile somewhat forced.

He sighed as he watched her walk out the door and to her car, leaving him with too many thoughts and worries running through his mind.

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The next two days were very busy, leaving them with not much time to talk.

But he kept an eye on her.

He saw how she would seem to come back to herself, laughing and teasing him or the clients the way she used to, but then she would stop. Her smile would disappear and she would pull her large cardigan around her body, as though she wanted to disappear and hide.

He hated seeing her that way, knowing it had to be a memory of something Tom had said to her, leaving her feeling inadequate and insecure.

She was quiet at the end of the day, checking emails and adding clients to the schedule, as he edited some pictures, cutting his eyes over to her often.

Her phone beeped and she sighed as she looked at it, typing out a quick reply and setting it back onto the desk. Her chair squeaked as she stood up and came over to stand beside him.

“I need to ask you a question.”

“Go for it,” he said, smiling and giving her his full attention.

“Well…” She cleared her throat and pulled her cardigan around herself. “There is that wedding this weekend.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re driving up tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah,” he said again.

“I mean, we’re going to the wedding. I’m not asking to not go. I’m…” She sighed and he smiled.

“What is it?” he asked softly.

“Is it okay if my sister comes with me?”

“Oh,” he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, having not expected that to be the question.

“I know it’s a work weekend, but I…” she said hurriedly. “She won’t be there at the wedding, or the hotel. Well, except tomorrow night. She has friends who live by the venue. She and I were talking and I thought, if you didn’t mind, she and I would drive up together. She’d visit with them overnight Saturday and then pick me up on Sunday.”

“Okay. But, why do you feel you need to ask me if she can come with you?”

“Well… because you’re paying for my room,” she said quietly, licking her lips.

“Dana,” he said, standing up as he shook his head. “It’s… it’s your room.”

“But you’re paying for it,” she said again. “It’s for work. I don’t want you to think I’m not taking my job seriously. Because I-”

“I would never think that of you,” he cut across her, frowning slightly as he shook his head again.

“I just…” She drew in a deep breath and looked down before raising her eyes to his, biting her bottom lip as she exhaled through her nose.

“Your sister is more than welcome to join you. In fact, how about if you both join me for dinner tomorrow evening once we’re all there? Unless you would rather it be just the two of you?”

“Oh. I’d like that. I’d liked for her to meet you,” she said with a smile. “I’ve told her a lot about you. If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is.”

“Not at all. I’ll make a reservation at the hotel restaurant for say… seven thirty?”

“Yeah. That would be good.”

“Great,” he said, smiling at her. “And you know, why don’t you take tomorrow off? We don’t have any clients and I’ll just be here getting things ready, along with doing some editing. No reason for both of us to be here.”

“Are you sure? I can come and help you pack things up.”

“No, that’s okay. We’ll be quite busy this weekend. Best get some rest while you can.” He smiled again and she nodded slowly, still looking uncertain. “You could even leave now if you’d like to, get home a little early.”

“I… okay. I’ll let my sister know. About the dinner, I mean. Thank you, Fox.”

“You’re welcome, Dana.”

She stepped back to her desk, glancing over at him over her shoulder. Gathering her things, she took a moment on her phone, smiling when she read the message she then received.

“My sister says to thank you and she looks forward to meeting you.”

“Tell her the feeling is more than mutual,” he said with a smile and a nod.

“I will. Thank you again,” she said, biting her lip and then exhaling. “Thank you for everything.”

“Yeah,” he replied softly, nodding again.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he agreed as she gave him a small smile. Putting her phone in her coat pocket, she held his gaze for a second and then left without looking back.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

#the xfiles #xf fanfic #alternate universe #photography #toxic relationship #leaving the bad behind #working through a bad relationship #friendship #care and understanding

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cyberrose2001 · 9 months

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Psst it was the anon that offered fo draw you some horny stuff, I started something and it's like 1am rn

I'm wide awake rn thinking about who's fucking who, is op fucking Ratchet? Is Ratchet fucking Op? Idk yet

Might fix it idk

YEEEAH!!! Either is good!! Cant wait to see it

#it was you!!#tfp #tfp ratchet #tfp optimus #valveplug #asks

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dead-set-goat · 4 months

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Part 2 of my “Sharing your Spotify wrapped sucks, do the talking yourself”!

Ou yeah. Ouuu yeeeah. I’d say this is a certified dance-pop banger. I had it on loop when my PC broke. It also got a pretty fire remix recently…

Speaking of remixes, this. I love eraser but always thought it should be longer for my complete enjoyment, and then, there’s this?? (Two remixes actually) No drawing session was complete without this through spring and early summer. Lot’s of character designs I made during that era owe their soul to this.

OK. Foetus time. Without a doubt my most exciting musical discovery this year! I fondly look back to my first listening session, although it wasn’t that long ago hah. Anyway, don’t think I was ever so WOWed by something I listened to, yeah, might’ve thrown a “wow that’s a certified banger” but listening to Foetus for the first time, every cell of my body and every ounce of my mind freaked out. Can’t recall which song was the first I listened to, could’ve been “(You Got Me Confused With) Someone Who Cares” or “Suspect”, one thing’s for sure, blown away was I. The eclectic style, the roughness, the flow, the lyrics, the album covers… for something so chaotic at first glance, it’s surprising how it all comes together into such a cohesive act! I’ll probably make a Foetus-only post at some point, but I must be careful, or this whole blog will mutate into a Foetus ramble pit…

But yeah, Throne of Agony. Very good and accessible song, I think it captures the essence of this act accurately albeit lighter on the experimental side of things. A great musical inspiration to me!

Putting this one in the list too. This was an instant hit to the head. Good intro to earlier Foetus, oh boy.

Ok that is it. Thank you for your time.

and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#🦞chat #year review #music #throbbing gristle #nine inch nails #coil #foetus #scraping foetus off the wheel #Spotify #SoundCloud #industrial music

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infinitybits87 · 8 months

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Hi (and happy birthday!)

For the WIP game, Rock Paper Siren please!

Happy writing! :)

[Back to Angel trying to distract Jack away from a security ping AI Jack made]

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“Angel? Got a real weird ping just now. What’s going on?” Right to the point.

“I must have tripped a security alarm pulling together those propaganda files you asked for. False alarm.” She’s going for breezy and casual, but it kind of feels like she’s plastering on the guilty smile you get right after you kick a broken vase behind the couch.

“Yeeeah.” He draws out the word. “Weird security ping for something like that.” She can hear the tapping of a keyboard through the connection.

#borderlands #wip wednesday #rock paper siren

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nemesisvoid · 10 months

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Chapter 1: Furby.

"Genevieve?"

"Gen!"

"Huh? What's up?!" The short, curly-haired, green eyed girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name being called to see the familiar smirking face of her friend, "Oh! Emmy, when did you get here?"

The slightly shorter girl, dressed fully in black, leaned onto the desk beside the one Genevieve sat at, "Uh like a minute ago. You were so focused you didn't even see me walk up to you." She leaned forward a bit to peer at the page the other girl had covered with her arms instinctively, "Whatcha drawing?" She gestured at the opened sketchbook and the obscure sketch covering almost an entire page.

Genevieve stuck her tongue out at her friend and shoved the sketchbook and pencil case into her dark green messenger bag and stood up adjusting the almost equally green sweatshirt she wore, "Don't worry about it. Aaaand to be fair, you're really good at sneaking up on people ya spooky bitch."

Her friend smiled proudly, a grin spreading across her face as she followed behind her; a jingling sound emanating from all the chains and spikes on her outfit, "Yeeeah well you know I love to be stealthy, it's kind of my thing."

"Uh huh, I know. Are we going for lunch? I'm hungry and I could really kill for some mozzarella sticks right now." Her stomach growled lightly as if to back up her words.

Emmy slowed her pace causing Genevieve to turn around. She gave her a slight apologetic smile, the kind of smile that caused her favourite person in the world to realize she was about to be told something she wasn't going to like. "Uh about thaaat...I have to leave school early, I forgot to tell you about it yesterday. Sooo you're gonna be on your own for lunch today." She took a step back fully expecting to be smacked on the arm in response.

Genevieve's excited expression dropped and so did her bag's strap off her shoulder in disappointment, "Whyyy? I hope you know I'm gonna be sitting by myself. All sad and alone, putting mozzarella sticks into my face hole while sobbing." She tilted her head down sadly and hid a small grin hoping the guilt trip would work.

The shorter girl nodded looking mildly sad herself; the guilt trip indeed taking its effects, " I knooow, I'm sorry but it's just for today. I promise. Just try not to do anything I wouldn't okay? And if you're gonna do any crimes wait til tomorrow so I can help." She smiled and reached up to pat her on the head affectionately and gestured at Genevieve to go ahead to the cafeteria. "I'll see you tomorrow, love you", she called as she spun around on her heels and hurried towards the school's exit.

Genevieve half-pouted, half-glared as she watched her friend leave, "Love you too abandoner!" As she spun around now only semi-excited about her mozzarella sticks, someone brushed past her clearly in a hurry, his arm barely grazing hers but surprised her enough for her to stumble slightly.

A curt "sorry". Was all she heard but by the time she steadied herself the person was gone in a blur. "Ooookay?" She shrugged adjusting her bag's strap on her shoulder and made her way down the hall towards the cafeteria, "Maybe he really wants breaded cheese too" she mused.

Tray in hand Genevieve glanced around the wide open space littered with tables and the chattering the people who occupied them. The cafeteria itself was a very plain space; white walls and rounded simple light brown wood tables with metal legs, nothing too fancy. Finding a completely unoccupied table near the windows she made herself comfortable. She dropped her bag next to her on a vacant chair, her stomach growled almost in excitement. "Mmm, mozzarella sticks."

As she took her first bite, the Cullens appeared making their way into the cafeteria to claim their usual table. They were odd for sure. They never ate or drank anything, not that anyone ever questioned that. They always just sat with each other, never really interacting with anyone else unless they had to. Rosalie spent most of her time at Emmett's side cosied up to him and mostly clinging to his arm affectionately to show ownership. Edward was often barely seen anymore and if he was it was with Bella but today he had brought her along to sit with them all. Bella as per usual looked uncomfortable and somewhat confused but that could have just been her standard look.

Genevieve's eyes slid from each Cullen as she sipped slowly on the small carton of apple juice, looking them over with mild curiosity. The only person she had ever spoken to from that family was Edward; it was a group project in Physics class and they had shared only a few words though he seemed completely uninterested in speaking with any of his table mates. That was all well and good since she had no interest in befriending him. She had never spoken to Rosalie but that was just as well. She looked displeased to see Bella in that current moment but then when did she ever look approachable to begin with?

Genevieve's gaze stopped on the only Cullen who wasn't coupled off, Jasper. She had only seen him around a few times before the new school year started and she realized the severely awkward looking boy shared but a single class with her. He sat at the back of the class and usually had his arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he even took notes or just sat there like a statue the entire time. He never really spoke to anyone and always seemed uncomfortable somehow. He sat stiffly only nodding somewhat when one of his siblings or Bella addressed him. "Weird guy", Genevieve whispered to herself gathering her things to leave. As she passed the Cullen's table that was just a few feet away, none of them paid her any mind but Jasper who had turned his head to the side to lock eyes with her. His gaze held a mild air of mischief but still unreadable. He stared at her blankly, however prompting a 'what do you want?' eyebrow raise in return from the girl.

Jasper kept his composure, his almost golden eyes following her as she returned her tray and dug through her bag muttering softly to herself, searching for something, unaware that she was being surveyed. He gave her a once-over; it was the first time he had really gotten the chance to look at her properly. She was small, had short black curly hair with the under layer bleached white and wore casual clothing in earth-toned colours. Today she wore a dark green sweater with little strawberries printed across the sleeves, a pair of dark brown shorts, patterned tights underneath and a pair of black boots. It suited her almost urban forest fairy vibe.

She let out a small "fuck yes" in triumph that caused a few people to glance up at her. She retrieved the sketchbook she had been rummaging through her bag for. Jasper watched as her green eyes lit up in victory; "cute..." he muttered, the slightest smile tugging at the right corner of his lips as he returned his attention to Emmett who was ranting about baseball as he usually did.

Heading out of the cafeteria, Genevieve turned around to glance back at the Cullens' table; they were all still there but Jasper. "For someone so awkward and stiff he sure is fast..." Shrugging and realizing her last period was free, she made her way to the little studio all the art-oriented students spent most of their time in when they weren't in classes.

#jasper hale #jasper cullen #fanfic

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Ingall nodded and motioned for them to come closer, “what if we pretend to give up? Move on to something else to draw her out and catch her?” He whispered.

They formed a little huddle around him "Maybe?" Shakko replied a little unsure. Reiko's tail wagged behind her "We'd have to make a good show of looking first or she'll know somethings up!"

"Oh- oh I-I could pretend to find something t-to distract us?" Byakko offered enthusically. Shakko started nodding slowly "Yeeeah. Get her good an' curious. Might work."

"That's a good plan." Kit agreed with a grin right beside them before taking off with a laugh as the children yelped.

#aizawasluckylady

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years

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When the episode literally opens with the words before Daenerys was born and I snorted out loud lol. Also according to a tik tok video I saw no other dragon rider, except her, used dracarys? So that felt forced.

Yeeeah I mean I could be wrong but I don't remember anyone else pulling that--and they definitely made Rhaenyra using it a big NOTICEABLE moment lol.

To be clear, in general I find the Targs to be like.... perhaps THE most overdone thing about ASOIAF/GoT. The dragon riders! The white hair! Their Super Special Language! We do get it. But if I like something, I won't pretend to hate it just to make a point. I'm the first to say "you won this round, X" and just like what I like. Which is why I watched the pilot.

What struck me was:

A) This is going to be really difficult for laymen to follow, and they know this. It begins with a voiceover recapping something that happened before this prequels happens. Most of the mains are white people with the same bad wig. Game of Thrones was difficult for some to follow because of the world, but the visuals here are less distinct. I also would say that like... It was pretty sad, in a way, to think of how cool and impactful the opening of the Game of Thrones pilot was--zombies in medieval times, then a guy chops a person's head off in front of his tiny child--while this begins with a Targ history lesson.

B) One of the coolest things about early GoT, which I think DID make it easier for people to follow, while being a really cool marketing element, was the differences between the houses and cultures and VIBES. You'd be all "oh, the sigil of House Baratheon is the stag which is why they've all got their lil antler crowns", you'd know the Lannisters' house words, you'd take quizzes to find out who you are. The Greyjoys were the ocean ones, the Starks were the frosty ones. This lacks that and seems much more limited. Hopefully it will expand as time goes on, but focusing so heavily on one house just seems like a mistake to me. Like, I get it--they have dragons.

C) They're trying really hard to answer critiques about sexism for the first show, but not living it? So you have Aemma being all "THE CHILDBED IS OUR BATTLEFIELD" (a much less fun version of shit Cersei would say while wasted, and much less impactful when you don't have Lena acting her ass off) and Rhaenyra complaining about sexism. But don't worry, we're still gonna show you a conscious c-section to save the life of the baby, and not one but two Chester the Molester moments for Targ men with teenage girls. Wonder how they're gonna handle the whole Daemon/Rhaenyra thing as time goes on?

D) They even brought back sexposition but made it lamer??? Like instead of some wacky sex scene going on while Littlefinger strolls around being like "AS YOU KNOW, LADIES" you have Daemon being unable to keep it up before the sex worker is like "do not worry my dragon, Daemon Targ, X Title Thing We Want the Audience to Know Because They Need to Know You're A Toxic Mess But Also Noteworthy, X Event Will Not Happen".

E) You can also tell that they're worried about getting critiqued for being unaware of how bad bad guys are, which I think was something early seasons of Game of Thrones was less worried about, while later seasons... were worried. I feel like if Daemon Targaryen is supposed to be an asshole but also a legit threat, you can make him an asshole and also a legit threat. He may technically be one, but he came off as just a whiny asshole lol. I remember the scene where Jaime and Ned fought in season 1 of GoT, and it was basically a draw before a kingsguard stabbed Ned, which upset Jaime. This did so much interesting character work and communication with like, no dialogue. Ned is old and tired but still dangerous; Jaime is an asshole but also quite skilled, a legit threat and not just making it up, and has enough "honor", or sense of it, to be pissed when a fight is given to him rather than won.

Also, that helmet is tragic.

#i also think the original show lived and died on the strength of its cast and this show....#does not have a HORRID cast but nobody's sitting there throwing out like #a performance basically ANY lannister actor was giving in the original show lmao

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