#(re)introducing my old eye style???

[tobyisave]

hammock negotiations

#steven universe #lapidot #lapis lazuli #su lapis #peridot #su peridot #su fanart #my art #stylized #digital #2024 #art #1k #p #(re)introducing my old eye style??? #havent really used it since i left the wc fandom lol #also formalizing my peridot hair. its based on how i looked when my perm grew out n it was only fluffy on the bottom… #fanart #character art #comics #described

[zhonglism]

MOON TIE

18+ MDNI; rigger!geto, bottom!reader, f!reader, smut, bondage (shibari/kinbaku), unprotected semi-public s*x (in a studio), suspension s*x (reader is tied up in a moon tie while doing it lol), all consensual, oral (f receiving), brief clit slapping, light dirty talking, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart, baby, my pretty, my darling), the tie done in this fic is the ‘moon tie suspension’ for reference.

word count: 4k

notes: re-published work from my old (deactivated) account, not plagiarising :>

“do you trust me?” his voice, smooth and velvety, just above a whisper, ghosting over your ears inside the dimly lit room.

suguru always asked this question before starting the private lesson—to solidify the bond between the rigger and the bottom. shibari wasn’t just about the act of binding someone or being bound, it was more than that; the consent, the art of intricate rope patterns, the intimacy between two people.

before you was a wooden suspension rig which donned a ‘swing-set’ style frame; suguru stood behind your figure, you could feel his tall frame looming as his question floated along the thick air of the room, waiting to be answered. “yes.” a breathy tone slipped past your lips, one that you didn’t intend—you couldn’t help it, not when the growing tension went unnoticeable. the lesson hasn’t even started and yet ever since you stepped foot in the room 10 minutes ago, the atmosphere shifted.

it was like both of you were walking on egg shells in each other’s presence, as if a single wrong move would result in something dangerous. the glint in suguru’s eyes confirmed that but nonetheless, as your rigger, he remained nothing but absolutely professional. although you can’t help think about his lingering touches during the last session—the way his palm rested against the inside of your thigh a little longer; the way his chest pressed against your back; the way his fingers rubbed the crimson rope marks on your arm.

a satisfied hum came from behind, followed by his footsteps walking away from you—to grab the rope, you assumed. “i-i want to try something new. .” turning around, you watched suguru walked towards you with a scarlet jute rope in his hands. he tutted, “not with that hesitancy in your tone, no.”

a deflated sigh left your lips, “just hear me out.” your rigger stood before you, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted to the side. you took upon his silence as a sign to keep going but you found your cheeks heating at the thought of it—the words forming on your tongue. suguru watched as the gears turned in your head, your expression somewhat flustered and deep in thought. he shook his head, “no, we’re not trying it.” suguru sighed before walking towards the wooden suspension rig.

you let out a sigh of disappointment. “shibari is all about the art of experimenting but that comes with the great cost of consent and confidence. i won’t force anything you’re uncomfortable about nor introduce new themes if i sense your hesitancy. rope bondage is something to take seriously or you can end up seriously injured.” that’s what he told you during your first lesson. suguru sensed a sign of hesitancy in you twice, which means your idea was most likely off the plate.

fuck it.

“i want to do it naked.”

you watched as suguru stopped in his tracks, his ebony strands were tied in a bun, exposing the back muscles stiffening under the white tank top he donned; the singular spotlight pointed at the middle of the room—at the suspension rig—casted harsh shadows upon his physique, defining every dip and curve of his body. looking over his shoulder, suguru held your gaze but remained silent. “it’s nothing new for you, right? i want to experience it all.” that’s right. as a professional rigger, it wasn’t new to him to encounter naked models while in practice.

you’ve attended some of his performances where suguru worked his ropes on a naked model. seeing him up on the stage with someone else’s naked body on display had your stomach turning, even if suguru was completely professional about it. “i can already do suspension, so what’s the difference with having no clothes on?”

a lot. one big difference was that you were going to be suspended in the air naked. you knew that but it wasn’t like you were trying anything completely new. a velvety chuckle tore through the deafening silence of the room, “for once, you’re going to be completely naked and at my mercy.” suguru rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing at the movement before continuing towards the suspension rig. at his mercy. did he have to word it that way? the corner of his lip tugged up as he watched your thighs rub together, it was a subtle action but suguru was all about subtlety.

“i know that, and i’m okay with it.” oh god. you didn’t know why you were so pushy today. usually, all you did was follow suguru’s instructions as he guided you through the ropes. “my darling, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” your knees almost buckled at the pet name but you stood your ground, holding his ebony gaze. suguru has your full consent, there was nothing else, really. he sighed but his face showed amusement, the light illuminating his handsome features.

“changing room is to the left, there are robes inside for you to slip into and a cabinet for your clothes. i’ll be here once you’re done.” a tinge of crimson painted his cheeks, paired with a slight waver in his velvet voice. you nodded wordlessly and didn’t waste any time to get undressed. suguru let out a loud sigh he’s been keeping as he heard the door closed shut; he dropped the scarlet rope on the ground, a thud bouncing from wall to wall as he face palmed, fully aware of his blush.

suguru cleared his throat as he watched your robed figure quietly pad over to where he stood, his mind spun at the thought of your naked body beneath the ivory cotton fabric—how it rubbed against your bare skin. his hands should be the one doing that, not some fabric. you noticed the way suguru’s chest heaved up and down, harsh breaths leaving his nose as you begun to untie the soft belt around your waist. your rigger found himself scampering to grab the rope off the ground, keeping his best to remain professional and to avoid gawking at your body.

in reality, his professionalism was hanging by a single thread. a thread bound to snap sooner or later.

suguru didn’t dare look up once he heard the soft fabric fall to the wooden floor, he could see from the corner of his eyes as it pooled around your bare feet. suddenly the jute rope in his palms were much more interesting, onyx eyes scanning the scarlet swirls of the rope. “i’m ready.” he almost jumped at your whispered tone, causing him to immediately look up from the rope. suguru sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes traced your naked body, light illuminating the parts he has never seen before.

fuck. he can already tell what your bare figure would look like all bound and suspended in the air. completely at his mercy.

surprisingly, you didn’t feel small under his piercing gaze but your heart hammered against your chest. you felt tranquil, like you weren’t inside your body, as if someone else was controlling every single action and emotion you had. is this what it felt like to be zen? to be at peace with your body and mind?

suguru cleared his throat once again, palm tightening around the rope. “right. last session, i introduced you to a new tie called the ‘moon tie’. this time, we’ll try the ‘moon tie suspension’ where you’ll be suspended in the air. the position is a bit different from last time, so do let me know if you’re beginning to feel uncomfortable.”

your rigger stood behind you, “i’ll start with the xana chest harness but this time with your arms bound behind your back. may i?” you could feel suguru’s breath ghost over your bare back, leaving goosebumps under its phantom touch. not trusting your voice, you nodded, placing your arms behind your back. a shaky breath slips past your lips as you feel the scarlet rope wrap bind your wrists together—a feeling you’re accustomed to but now with you bare body, you can feel the entirety of the rope, the roughness of it without any fabric barrier.

suguru looped the rope around your torso, making sure it’s snug enough to hold you suspended but also safe for you to breathe and stay comfortable while in the air. you bite your lip at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your breasts while looping the rope around your front and bringing it back. standing perfectly still with your arms behind your back, your body jerks along with every tug suguru does as he works the rope around your torso—your rigger stands before you, looping it over and under the previous ties he has done.

you study his concentrated face while he works on your chest. so professional. you think to yourself. in reality, suguru is almost losing his mind, his face so close to your naked breasts and yet all he can really do is brush his hands against them. oh, how he would like to massage them and listen to the moans that slip past your lips. maybe even pop a mound in his mouth, hot tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple over and over again—fuck what was he thinking?

a few more tugs here and there, your rigger admires the intricate rope work around your torso—he takes a couple of steps to circle you, making sure the lines are neat and snug. suguru noticed the way your breasts look with the scarlet rope woven around it, he slightly fiddles with the waist band of his ivory loose pants, a sinful feeling stirring between his legs. “i’ll move onto the moon tie.”

your body heats at the rough texture of the rope rubbing against your bare skin, it wasn’t painful nor uncomfortable but it did things to you. “do tell me if you feel anything out of sort, be as vocal as you want.” suguru voices out before starting the moon tie. he weaves the rope into the chest harness, kneeling down to loop it around each thigh—hands lingering on your inner thigh a little longer than needed. you bite back a moan as suguru tugs the rope, giving you a pleasurable friction near the apex of your legs. so close yet so far.

before you know it, the scarlet rope that suguru had was perfectly woven around your body, intricate loops and patterns accentuated your features. he helped you on a small step stool to prepare for the suspension, grabbing an extra rope to tie you on the suspension rig. “comfortable?” “as always.” you reassure him. suguru nods, walking to your right side, “i mentioned before that this one is a bit different than the previous moon tie we did. the suspension requires tying your ankle to the rig.”

a warm palm encased around your right ankle, securing the jute rope around it before lifting it up and tying it on the wooden rig. with one ankle lifted, it placed you in a compromising position—legs far apart and your cunt in full view, all for suguru to admire. once the ankle tie was secured around the suspension rig, he took a step back to admire the art before him—a slight tent in his pants forming at the sight of you at his mercy.

you looked absolutely breathtaking. the way the scarlet rope hugged your body just right, the fat of your skin bulging from it’s snug fit. oh, how he wished to take you right then and there.

suguru’s eyes glossed over your exposed cunt glistening under the warm lighting. he didn’t mean to say it out loud, he had no intentions of even speaking about it but it just came out. “you’re wet.” the rigger before you pointed out, gaze locked on the apex of your legs. your first instinct was to close them but the rough scarlet rope that bound you kept them in place, cheeks heating at the restriction. “. . why don’t you do something about it, then?”

“that won’t be professional of me.” his words betrayed his actions.

one. two steps and he was right in front of your wet cunt. bringing a slender finger to your right inner thigh and dragging it towards the spot where you yearned for him the most. a muttered curse slips past your lips as suguru’s digit teased you. up and down, up and down his finger trailed but never near your cunt. now you completely understood being at his mercy—hands bound behind your back, ankle tied to the suspension rig, body suspended mid-air; you couldn’t do anything other than take what he gives you, or not what he gives you.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he hummed, dropping to his knees so he was at eye level with your wet folds. the first day you stepped foot in his studio, eyes wide with curiosity, suguru fantasised about you—how your body would look bound and suspended in the air, your most intimate parts exposed all for him to admire and touch.

the last thread of his professionalism snapped. all he wanted was you, now.

he moved closer, breath fanning over your cunt. “suguru, please. .” your body wiggled against the restraint, arms dying to grab his head and press his face between the apex of your legs. he hummed, tongue darting out to lick a long stripe towards your clit. you shuddered at the feeling of his hot tongue, a broken moan in the form of his name hangs in the thick air. “that’s it. i like it when you’re vocal for me, sweetheart.” suguru purred before diving into the heat of your cunt.

you tasted just as delicious as you looked. suguru ate you out with such fervour—tongue plunged deep inside you, exploring the parts he has never touched before. he groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations which had your body shuddering with pleasure. “fuck. . ! just like that—mhm!” the scarlet rope left marks on your arms as you tugged against it, needing some kind of object to hold on to, to keep you grounded as you awaited your impending orgasm.

lewd sounds filled the studio, with every slurp of suguru’s mouth, the sounds bounced around the walls, engulfing your ears. his large hand slapped your clit, causing you to jerk at the sudden pleasure jolting up your body. “a-ah! yes, i’m so near—ngh. . !” you let out a heated gasp as suguru harshly sucked on your cunt, hand still stimulating your swollen bud just above his nose. he grunted, signalling you to cum all over his tongue.

and you did. you threw your head back, body wriggling against the restraint as you cried out his name, a pleasurable pain rubbing on your bare skin which was sure to leave evident marks. suguru hungrily lapped your essence, tongue languidly licking up every bit of cum that trickled out of your cunt, groaning in satisfaction. he rode out your orgasm by rubbing slow, soft circles on your clit—muttering saccharine praises near your cunt.

suguru stood up and made his way in front of you, lacing his hand beneath your jaw to pull you in a passionate kiss. you groaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. so lewd, so dirty and yet you wanted more. your body jolted as his free hand wandered to your bare chest, palm ghosting over your pert nipples in a teasing manner. “i want you so bad.” suguru whispered as he broke the kiss, lips softly grazing over your own while he held your gaze.

a small smirk formed as he watched you chase his lips, attempting to lean forward to seal the distance, only to be held back. “you have me. . at your mercy.” suguru’s eyes were the colour of space, dark, vast, and mysterious but it held the universe inside it. “fuck . . you can’t tease me like this.” he groaned, the growing tent in his pants became uncomfortable with every passing second. “‘m not teasing you, suguru. i want you just as bad as you want me.” he held your gaze for a few seconds before his arms worked on the white tank top he wore.

you sucked in a sharp breath—eyes tracing his god-like physique. the light above contoured suguru’s muscles, casting sharp shadows that added depth to each curve and dip of his body. you wanted to run you hands all over his torso, to feel his muscles flexing beneath your palms while exploring his body but to your dismay, your arms remained secured behind your back.

suguru didn’t hesitate to discard his pants and underwear in one swift movement, the fabric pooled around his ankles. your eyes were glued to his hard cock, standing proudly against his abdomen, it’s red tip was already leaking with pre-cum. fuck, he was big. suguru groaned as his palm wrapped around the shaft, giving it languid strokes as he worked his pre-cum all over his cock.

“just the thought of you suspended mid-air like this. . fucking you while you’re restrained is driving me crazy. would you be a good girl and take it all? or would you squirm beneath my touch, beg to be untied? mmm, i can have my way with you. .”

your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched your rigger pleasure himself, fisting his cock again and again. he situated himself between your parted legs, one hand holding his hard cock to tease the angry tip up and down your folds, alternating between rubbing and slapping in against your wet cunt. “s-suguru. . !” you gasped, hands balling into fists at the bare contact. “please, no teasing.”

“eager, aren’t we?” suguru eased his cock in before you could come up with a retort. your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, head thrown back as his cock parted you. strings of curses and broken moans left your lips as suguru inched his way inside your tight walls, he gripped your thighs for support, to at least keep him grounded while his head spun at your cunt wrapped around his hard cock.

he stood there for a moment, cock fully sheathed inside you as he let you adjust to his size because fuck was he big, it also gave suguru time to pace himself—making sure not to cum right then and there with the way you clenched around him. “please move, suguru . .” you pleaded, attempting to wiggle your hips to chase some kind of friction down there.

suguru’s breathless chuckle filled your ears. he planted a chaste kiss on your right ankle—the one bound to the suspension rig—before slowly pulling his hips back and slamming into your sopping cunt; you both fell into a unison of moans, desperate pornographic sounds intertwining with one another to create a perfect melody—suguru’s deep groans mixed with your dainty sounds. his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on your soft skin.

you squirmed, eyes shut tightly as the blunt tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix. the position you were suspended in allowed suguru’s cock to reach deeper into your cunt, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. wet squelches echoed throughout the studio, your essence dripping to the floor with every eager push of his hard cock. “if you keep squeezing me like that, i ain’t going to last much longer—haah. . !” suguru groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his neck; his adam’s apple bobbed with every moan of your name, a deep crimson blush plastered on his cheeks.

suguru noticed your closed eyes and reached a hand under your chin, angling your head towards him, “look at me while i fuck you.” he grunted, thumb caressing your bottom lip, dragging it downwards before prodding the digit between your lips. your mouth circled around his digit, eagerly welcoming it by swirling your tongue around and sucking on it—all while holding his lustful gaze.

your body jolted at the sudden force of suguru’s thrusts, his hips desperately ploughing into you, causing a pleasurable burn at the flesh of your inner thighs. his free hand wandered down your stomach, stopping just before where you to met and rubbed tight circles on your clit. you moaned around his digit, earning a breathless chuckle from suguru, “yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this? all tied up and open just for me?” you let out an unintelligible sound, your mind too hazy from lust to even nod in agreement.

shocks of pleasure prickled your skin, your muscles becoming taut as you neared your impending orgasm. suguru noticed the change in your behaviour, the way your chest heaved up and down, a series of broken high pitched moans coming from you, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head—he took his thumb from your mouth and held your jaw, “make pretty sounds for me while you cum.” you cried out his name, voice full of heat and desperation that had suguru’s eyes almost rolling back in pleasure.

he encouraged you to make more sounds, shaky whispers leaving his lips. suguru knew he was close too from the familiar bubbling at the pit of his stomach but he wanted you to cum first, he wanted to see how pretty you’d look as you creamed his cock. “that’s it, baby. . ! moan just for me, and only me. .” suguru let out a heated gasp, the sensation of your clenching walls becoming too much for him.

you tugged at the rope woven around your body, squirming in place as you came—stars engulfing your vision, and suguru’s name hung in the thick air of the studio. he caressed your cheek, onyx eyes glued to your lust-driven face as he whispered dirty praises; suguru knew you probably couldn’t hear his voice from the blissful expression on your face but that was fine, you did so well for him.

“think you can take one more for me?” he grunted, a pained expression donned his face as you clenched around him—although, what he was feeling was far from pain. you let out a broken cry, scrambling to get away from suguru’s hips since the pleasure was becoming too much. hot tears rolled down your heated cheeks as you chanted his name, throat scratchy from all the moaning you did earlier.

“c’mon, one more f’me, my pretty—aah, fuck . . !” you leaned into suguru’s touch, the contact of his palm on your cheek burned with bliss. “‘m cumming! ngh! suguru. . !” “s-shit. let go for me.” you let out a silent moan, eyes rolling back and lips locked in an ‘o’ shape as pleasure hit you immensely—your body shuddered, head spinning. suguru angled his body so his face was positioned near yours, sealing your lips together in a messy kiss.

he groaned in between kisses, chasing your lips while your body jolted with every desperate thrust of his hips. suguru gave you a few more messy thrusts before completely pulling out and shooting his load on you. he eagerly fisted his cock, hand swiftly working on it to ride out his orgasm, and paint your body with every last bit of his cum; you moaned at the warm feeling of his cum coating your lower abdomen, and inner thighs—biting your bottom lip at his lewdness.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been wanting to do that.” suguru panted, a sheen of sweat coating his body, causing his muscles to glisten under the warm light.

“looks like i’m looking forward to our session next week, then.” you croaked. “oh, trust me, my darling, you may want to take a break next week. the rope marks aren’t the only thing that’s going to be sore for you.” he playfully chided, placing a chaste kiss on your sweaty forehead before setting the stool beneath your suspended body, preparing to untie you.

“yeah? why don’t you come massage it for me then.” “mmm, let’s get you cleaned up, hm? i’ll give you a real good massage. after all, i’m good with my hands.” suguru replies, peppering butterfly kisses all over your arms—the scarlet rope made a rather evident mark on your skin.

“good is such an understatement.” you smile up at him, tucking strands of his onyx fringe behind his pierced ear.

#zhonglism ༄ #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut #mdni

[ineffablydelighted]

[Re-Angelized Crowley ruling Heaven alongside Supreme Archangel Aziraphale #1 & #2]

You may have encountered this fanfic of mine on Facebook. Time to bring it here! This explores what it would have been if Crowley had accepted to follow Aziraphale in Heaven... Probably Metatron's very own version of Hell... right? 😈

[This is meant to be light and funny - well, at least am I attempting to be. I reserve my deep thoughts for my analysis and I'm just as against our favorite Angel's decision as the next person 😅]

That time the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale had a "big announcement" to make, Day 1

Aziraphale: On this day particularly important for me - I mean, for us all, I have the pleasure to introduce *weird Magishun tone* *already amused by his own pun* or, to re-introduce: Archangel Anthony Crowley!

Crowley: *arrives in all-black attire, already owns the place* Helloooo, suckerssss! Ooookayy, Time to change a thing or two: Beige is out, Black is in! *snaps his fingers because Crowley*

Aziraphale: aka... my husband.

Crowley: *stops in the middle of a twist* Wait, what? Since when?

Aziraphale: *with a both cute and firm smile* Since now. I've decided.

Crowley: *blushes behind his glasses* *shrugs his shoulders**tries to sound cool and detached* M'okay. Works for me.

The crowd: *Too stunned to react*

Aziraphale: A round of applause, please, that would be lovely.

The crowd: *weird applause*

Aziraphale: *innocent yet somewhat demonic smile* Thank you 🤭

When the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale asked the Meeting Room to be repainted in wood shades "because it will feel cozier"

Michael: *about to have a heart attack* *cannot deal with the Jealousy* You cannot be serious?

Uriel: Come on, Michael, it must be a joke... Right?

Metatron: *is waiting for Aziraphale to answer "Yes, of course"*

Crowley: *arrives in style* Have you told them about the yellow lights yet or have I arrived too soon?

Two Angels walk into the New Office That Somehow Looks Like an Old Bookshop to report the news on Armageddon 2.0 - which should have happened two centuries ago - and on how Attempt #451 mysteriously failed.

Crowley: *leans in Aziraphale's seat that looks like an old sofa* And why do they keep talking, exactly?

Aziraphale *holds himself back from rolling his eyes for two centuries* *sympathetic smile* I'm sure you've done your very best to make it work. Thank you.

In the middle of a very important War meeting

Crowley: *sighs* I need a drink, Angel *realizes* *does not care* Yeah, nope, cannot stop calling you that. *To Michael, Uriel, Saraqael, and Metatron* Deal with it, losers. *miracles a glass of Talisker and drinks it as if it were 6 expresso shots in one big mug*

Metatron: *Contemplates the end of his own existence as a valid option for the first time in his Eternity* *So done with their bullshirt since day 1*

Three Angels report on how Attempt #523 mysteriously failed.

Crowley: *straight-up laughing* You heard that, Angel? They didn't do what you asked them to do! *theatrical hand movements* How unusual! How revolutionary! *whispers* Can I hang them by their tiny little fee-T?

Aziraphale: *scandalized look* *high-pitched voice* Of course not!

Crowley: *sighs in childish* Ughhh, I need a drink.

When Archangel Michael makes an appearance

Crowley: Isn't it time we introduce quiet firing, Angel? Also, Micky, I need a towel! *winks at his husband*

That first time Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Archangel Crowley were about to re-enter the Elevator together.

Aziraphale & Crowley: *dressed formally* *Aziraphale loves top hats and convinced Crowley they should both wear one with reversed colors* *arm in arm*

Metatron: *clears his throat* *severe tone because that is the only tone he knows* Where do you think you two are going?

Aziraphale and Crowley: *startle like children caught stealing After Eights way before eight*

Aziraphale: We... hum... We... *looks at Crowley* Weeee thought it would be... hum... good to... hum... go back to Earth to... observe humans and to... hum... to... do... groceries? *innocent smile*

Metatron: *cannot believe his ears* Groceries?

Crowley: You haven't got the faintest idea how many wars and plagues have started in a grocery store, do ya'? *is handsy around Aziraphale's hip for no reason*

Aziraphale: *giggles*

Crowley: Come on, Angel, time to start World War III by pissing off some Karens at the cashier. T'will take what, Supreme Archangel, to kickstart Second Coming, hum? Two days? *puts his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders* *strong grip*

Aziraphale: *looks at Crowley* Oh, hum, maybe a week. *looks at Metatron* Let's not be pretentious.

Crowley: *glasses slightly down revealing his eyes only to his hubby* You mean like Michael?

Aziraphale: *giggles again before tapping Crowley's hand away from his shoulder in order to concentrate* *pretends to be shocked* Don't say that!

Metatron: *trembling voice* But... You cannot go back to Earth!

Crowley: *has NOT removed his hand from Aziraphale's shoulders* Watch us. *walks like Rihanna because Crowley, straight to the elevator*

Later, after the elevator's doors are closed.

Aziraphale and Crowley: *sigh in unison*

Aziraphale: I thought he would erase our names in the Book of Life for a second.

Crowley: Yeahhh, well... The night is still young, Angel. But, for now, time to recharge at the Ritz.

Aziraphale: Remember your promise, right?

Crowley: *pretends to not remember* Hum? Wot?

Aziraphale: You promised you wouldn't drink too much alcohol so that we can go to the Opera after. I need us to see Madam Butterfly sober!

Crowley: And I still strongly disagree with that statement. If I find Laudanum, I'll take a hundred bottles: one for tonight, the other 99 to bear the sight of Killjoy in Chief* for yet another day.

[Oh, I think we all know who Killjoy in Chief is. Obviosleh.]

Crowley: If we ever go back Up.

Aziraphale: *scandalized in type A personality* Of course, we will come back! We have responsibilities!

Crowley: Says the Supreme Archangel *of course he always mentions his hubby's new title ironically* who ASKED for a week on Earth.

Aziraphale: Yes, well... There is no such thing as the concept of vacation in Heaven at the moment, but I will certainly introduce it in a century or two. This is important!

Crowley: Sure.

Aziraphale: *talks in Life Mission* It helps stay productive. And happy!

Crowley: Riiight.

Aziraphale: You know it's true! Stop mocking me!

Crowley: I'm not, I... *freezes*

Aziraphale: What is it? Are you okay? *handsy around Crowley's shoulder*

Crowley: My Bentley is going to be so pissed at me. My baby must be so depressed... *puppy-snake-like eyes*

Aziraphale: I know where this is going... And the answer is no, Crowley. *tries to muster some authority in his tone* *fails*

Crowley: Rahhhh! Come on, Angel! You plan on taking your diaries, your favorite books, and snacks! All I want is a dozen Talisker barrels, my plants, and my car back!

Aziraphale: These things will take too much space, Crowley! What will Metatron say?

Crowley: Tss. Says the Supreme Archangel who dreams of reproducing to perfection his very Earthy Bookshop in Heaven. And has started to do exactly that! You're no fun and you're a hypocrite! An Angel, for short. And a basic* one at that.

[Insert The Good Place Michael who says "It's a human insult. You're devastated right now" gif here - Hey, we're on Tumblr, actually, I can!]

Aziraphale: *crosses his arms like a 5 yo while being 6000+* You too are an Angel, Crowley. You tend to forget about that.

Crowley: I'm not an Angel-Angel, Angel. Do you know why? Because I don't have a whole range of brooms stuck inside my bottom.

Aziraphale: *hurt* *also annoyed* *but mostly hurt* And here I was, thinking we would just spend an amazing week together. *trembling voice* You're the no-fun one, Crowley. *almost about to cry* *avoids eye contact*

Crowley: *notices* *pretends not to care* *holds himself back from thinking how cute Aziraphale's pouty face is* *fails miserably* *growls in defeat* How unfair is that?!

Aziraphale: *pretends not to hear for a second* *turns back to him* *keeps his pouty face steady* What? What is unfair?

Crowley: Nevermind, Angel. *sigh* Alright... I will limit my alcohol consumption to four, maybe five glasses.

Aziraphale: *cutest smile emerges* Thank you 🥰 *happy as in a Mariah Carey Christmas clip* *giggles*

Crowley: *blushes behind his glasses* *takes Aziraphales' arm back*

*Pretty long silence*

Crowley: Seriously, though, Sexy is gonna be so pissed at me.

Aziraphale: *high-pitched voice* OH MY LORD, for Heaven's sake, Crowley, the answer is no! Not another word!

Crowley: She might not want to take us to places, you don't understand how serious that is, Angel! What if she never forgives me? What if... *parent's biggest fear* What if she has been car-napped? Or worse? Ran away on her own? She could be anywhere by now!

Aziraphale: *tries to be reassuring* Well, if she isn't here when we arrive, we can miracle her back, it will be fine, Cro-

Crowley: And hurt her even more, treating her like... like... well, a car? I cannot talk to you when you are delusional like that! You're really pissing me off, *makes childish faces* SuPrEmE ArChAnGeL. *crosses his arms* *looks away*

*New silence*

Aziraphale: What if I allow you to drink as much as you like?

Crowley: *mumbles* Not enough.

Aziraphale: Come on, I need you to meet me halfway!

Crowley: *gritted teeth* Not. Enough.

Aziraphale: *sighs in angry mom* What do you want?!

Crowley: I told you what I wanted. You just don't listen.

Aziraphale: We cannot bring the Bentley to Heaven, Crowley! This is not happening!

Crowley: Then I'm not coming back either. Simple. *shrugs in blackmail*

Aziraphale: *shocked*

Crowley: For the record: when humans get married, Angel, they usually do not reject their spouses' child. You... You're behaving like a nasty mother-in-law right now and I'm not having it.

Aziraphale: Did you just Lady Tremaine-labelled me? For real?!

Crowley: Yep. You're that mean. I cannot believe how quickly your new job had gone to that top hat-ed head of yours.

Aziraphale: ...

Crowley: How career changes people, isn't it just baffling.

Aziraphale & Crowley: *cross their arms and look away at the same time*

*ANOTHER silence*

Aziraphale: *defeated sigh* *literally cannot be mad at his hubby for more than 3 minutes* One Talisker barrel, only the plants that stayed in the Bentley and... the Bentley. IF, and ONLY IF she consents to be... huh... reduced in size a little.

Crowley: *yells in bad faith* Here, have some fatphobia, now! I've seen it all! *points a reproachful finger at his spouse* You're a disappointment, Angel.

Aziraphale: *starting to lose patience* Crowley...

Crowley: Two barrels.

Aziraphale: Do not push your luck, I swear...

Crowley: Have you not noticed I'm winning the argument by now, SuPrEmE aRcHaNgEl?

Aziraphale: This is. Not. About. Winning, Crowley! And it is so unfair you keep our Soirée hostage until you get what you want!

Crowley: I'm a demon, Angel. Demons tend to do that.

Aziraphale: Technically, you aren't anymore!

Crowley: We both know you never technically sent the form to make my re-Angelisation official, so I am technically AND in truth: *marks a pause* Still. A demon.

Aziraphale: Exactly! A nasty mother-in-law would never do such a thing!

Crowley: So?

Aziraphale: A raging bureaucrat either!

Crowley: So?

Aziraphale: And certainly NOT a basic Angel!

Crowley: *annoyed* SO?

Aziraphale: I need you to take that back! That was unfair and BEYOND mean, Crowley! *shaking lips*

Crowley: *growls* *rolls his eyes* FINE. *removes his glasses* Sorry, Angel. It was the worried parent speaking.

Aziraphale: *little smirk Crowley has never seen before* *so ready for his petty revenge* Not. Enough.

Crowley: *finds it super hot* *likes being imitated* *cannot concentrate anymore* You... hum... Okay, what do you want? *is wondering how he went from winning the argument to being a fair loser in a matter of a single no-so-angelic smirk*

Aziraphale: *ready to push his luck* How about... a little dance?

Crowley: Out of the question.

Aziraphale: Crowley...

Crowley: NO.

Aziraphale: Crowley...

Crowley: *feels his determination melt like ice at the heart of Hell* *gritted teeth* Fi-

Elevator: Earth. *neutral ding* *doors opens*

Aziraphale: *takes Crowley's hand in his* *looks at him with soft eyes*

Crowley: *cannot believe a SuPrEMe ArChAnGeL could ever make him swoon**longest sigh* Ughhhh. Let's get this over with.

Aziraphale: *recoils to enjoy the view better*

Crowley:

You were right,

You were right,

I was wrong,

You were righ-T. *sighs* Satisfactory enough, SuPrEmE aRcHaNgEl?

Aziraphale: Thank you, Cinderella. *leaves first in victory*

Crowley: *wants to murder and kiss him at the same time*

#Good Omens #Aziracrow #Ineffable Husbands #Good Omens fanfic #Aziraphale #Crowley #Supreme Archangel Aziraphale #Archangel Anthony J Crowley #Crowley and Aziraphale rule Heaven together #Metatron wants to quit #Of course Heaven looks like an Old Bookshop now #Oh and they are married #Archangel Michael is jealous #The Bentley #Shamelessly using The Good Place references #Also Mulan's #Also Doctor Who's #Using way too much hashtags #Ya BASIC #Crowley has been reangelized or has he? #Of course Heaven has a terrible administrative system

[flyttadigsart]

for my birthday this year (6/25) i redesigned my oc téa-kyoko again lol. re-introducing her, so more about her under the cut!

téa’s twin sibling is mitsuko. she is a trans woman and takes the pronoun she. she wants to be a makeup artist and experiments on herself, her twin, and also their friend ryu who does drag. shes an appreciator of art and high fashion and writes poetry. she also does html coding and css, enjoys simple programming, refurbishes old tech, and likes open world video games. she suffers from survivors guilt.

this redesign is somewhat closer to how i originally created her in 2007, while keeping some changes i made in 2015 when i initially redesigned her. removed the completely peachy hair and went back to blonde, this time with a peach dye fade instead. her wardrobe choices are now closer to her original preference; i decided i want to embrace the fun and girly clothing she would wear earlier, but this time gear it more towards a gyaru style, particularly agejo (although i also want to experiment and use her as a style doll and dress her in other sub categories too). two other things i want to keep from the redesign are her trans identity and her body shape. lastly, something i was on the fence about was changing her eye color. shes always had dark purple eyes like her twin up to this moment, but i think pinkish-red eyes are fun on a character who is part rabbit. i think the visual contrast with mitsuko is much more diverse and appealing, in my opinion. theyve always been opposites in personality despite how close they are. might also draw her dressed down at some point but details are fun lol.

#ocs #artists on tumblr #téa honda #kemonomimi #clip studio #ink #mixed media #pink #barbiecore #gyaru #agejo #now i wanna draw mistuko again....... where did all the motivation to draw my ocs again come from idk but im enjoying it. #original art

[the-pink-album]

So 1989 TV is here and this is it. This is the re recording I was waiting for. It means a lot to me for so many reasons, and it felt like a good moment to talk about the why.

As much as I love Red and all too well and beging again are so dear to me, and therefore I was so excited about Red TV, truth is I wasn’t a fan when the original album came out, and less so for the other two albums we have Taylor’s version now. So I couldn’t quite go down the memory lane for those. I don’t have the connection of being in the fandom in that era.

But i do have that connection with 1989. Is when I first got to really know about Taylor. It was a funny road, getting there: see back at the end of 2014 two things were happening: i really loved blank space and shake it off. So much so I wanted to check the album. I liked it. I was also becoming a Harrie. Bc somehow even if I didn’t follow 1D blogs he was all over my dash, and I tried to resist it, I didn’t want to stan the guy… I was in my mid 20’s way over boybands… it feel silly to be so taken by a 20 year old guy.

So… while I was in denial I was still watching interviews and following along Harrie content on tumblr and on a few they mentioned Taylor. And that’s how I was introduced to Haylor… and the Pandora Box was opened.

And then there was Style. An amazing pop song on it’s own. But also a song about Harry Styles and how it ain’t the easiest to let the guy go… and it sounds over the top but I never had quite the thrill as singing that song when you’re in the process of falling for a certain artist. It made me feel happy, silly and young. It was in ways like falling in love but without the risk of getting your heartbroken. And Taylor gave me the soundtrack for it, and I don’t think I would have become a Harrie in the way I did if it wasn’t for Style.

Style isn’t the only Harry song in 1989, and in the process of getting through those, of seeing Harry through Taylor’s eyes I got to know her too, and she was amazing. Her lyrics were something else (the amount of love i also have for You’re in love… is insane). And so along with a Harrie, a lowkey swiftie was born. (Nowadays while I still would say i’m more of a Harrie than a swiftie, I love Taylor, I feel for her and if I could I would love to tell her I’m going to be forever grateful for Folklore in particular those two songs that feel like she wrote them just for me)

I went from checking tumblr on my free time to endless scrolling between two fandoms, both of which where also touring which meant really fun times here, (and crazy ones too) and if it came with a lot of discourse, fandom fighting, (and getting to know Taylor in a very particular point of her life) also i the moment, those were really happy times. (Yes, even when Harry was clearly 💔 at the 2015 BBMA) I really loved being here for all of it.

2015 was the year that brought me to the two artists that would be a huge source of comfort for the years to come. I often refer to 2015 as my last happy year, in reality it’s just that it was the last time I felt young and carefree and the world didn’t seem as overwhelming. It also gave me friends here that while I don’t talk much to them nowadays they were there for me when life got my heart broken, and to this day I still remember the wise things they told me. I will always remember that year with a fondness and smile, bc nothing has ever been as so naively happy since.

So I’m really excited to revisit and album that was a huge part of that time in my life. It will also remind me of Haylor, I just can’t separe it from that album and in truth I love that. Since 1989 the glimpses we get of Haylor are like Harry said once the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever. Theirs is quite the tale.

So 1989 TV for me is a really special time, that will never be not haylor related, and i’ll be in that headspace for a while. Yes, i know the album is about her, and reclaiming it for her, not about a relationship. But as Taylor herself would say, these songs are also about us, and I want to remember the why and how I came to love her so.

#taylor swift #harry styles #1989 tv #haylor

[hawkinsschoolcounselor]

Hi! Happy lukewarm Tudum day, I hope you're having an okay one :) all things considered... If you're taking asks right now I'd love to hear your thoughts. I've been reading again about attachment styles (secure, avoidant, anxious, and I think another I'm forgetting right now) and it got me wondering about ST characters and how they might fit in these categories. I remember kaypeace21 mentioning attachment style in an old post (the one about parentification) but it wasn't a focus. Any thoughts? Thanks either way! ^_^

I haven't really been keeping up with Asks, to be honest. The past school year was very rough, as I keep getting additional responsibilities as I'm there longer (without decent pay, of course). Now that it's summer, though, I suppose I have no more excuses. I think I knew I'd never be able to just walk away from this community.

So, attachment styles. This is a difficult thing to really get into since we know very little about most characters' early childhoods. Attachment styles are rooted in the attachments developed with caregivers in infancy, though they develop from there. That is to say, someone who forms an insecure attachment in infancy isn't doomed to treat all social relationships that way forever. These initial bonds do often tend to influence later bonds, though.

This is going to be a long one, so the rest of the post is under the break.

The attachment styles you mentioned go back to the work of Ainsworth in the late 70s. She devised the Strange Situation observational experiment, which involved an infant child being introduced, separated, and reunited with a caregiver and an unfamiliar adult. Attachment styles are determined based on how the child reacts to these situations, demonstrating how much security they derive from their caregiver. What constitutes a caregiver can vary based on culture and individual circumstances, so it need not be a parent/guardian.

The four attachment styles based on this theory are as follows:

Secure Attachment: To the child, the caregiver is a secure base from which they feel safe to explore unfamiliar situations. The child is upset when the caregiver leaves, but the bond isn't damaged, and the child is fine when the caregiver returns. This is the result of a healthy bond between caregiver and child. Funny story, in grad school my classmates and I got a look as to what this might look like in dogs when my professor brought his dog to class. The dog enjoyed coming up to all of us as long as my professor was there, but he left the room for a minute to fetch something, closing the door behind him. His dog stopped sniffing around all of us and immediately went towards the closed door. My professor walked in a moment later, and the dog's tail was rapidly wagging. I'm not aware of any research into whether this theory holds for dogs or other animals, but it was an interesting thing to watch given that we just learned about attachment styles.

Insecure Avoidant Attachment: The child avoids the caregiver, interacting little with them, and not being upset (or even noticing) their departure. The child may avoid eye contact when the caregiver returns. The bond, if it was ever there, is not re-established on return. This is generally the result of a caregiver not being emotionally available to the child. It's can be, but is not necessarily the result of abuse or neglect, as an emotionally reserved caregiver can unintentionally withhold affection. These children often come to see attempts at bonding as being met with hostile or dismissive reactions. A child like this could grow up to see self-sufficiency as the only way to go, as they don't expect emotional reciprocity, and will avoid getting too close to people, favoring more casual relationships.

Insecure Anxious-Ambivalent (originally Insecure Resistant): The child becomes very distressed upon separation, clinging to the caregiver, usually while crying. However, upon return of the caregiver, the child resists reattachment, sometimes to the point of kicking and yelling. This can be the result of inconsistency in the caregiver-child relationship, resulting in the child being confused as to how to navigate it. The child essentially never knows when anything will be ok, resulting in great distress whenever a situation is unfamiliar. A child with this attachment style may be afraid of abandonment, and could continue carrying that fear with them as they grow up if the situation continues that way. They may feel unworthy of love and need regular reassurance.

Insecure Disorganized: The child appears confused and/or afraid. The child shows some aspects of both avoidant and resistant styles, but there's a marked difference in intensity. The child may actively fear their caregiver, and it can be a sign of an abusive caregiver and/or childhood trauma. As a result, there's a real lack of any clear pattern of behavior relating to the child's relationship with caregivers. Survival could be a matter of reacting to individual situations without any real underlying schema having been formed. A child with this type wants love, but has no idea how to get it.

I dare say that most of the cast probably has a Secure Attachment style based on their behavior in the show. There are some exceptions, however. I will not be trying to classify El, as her, ahem, unique socialization complicates matters.

Mike Wheeler: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say he has an Anxious-Ambivalent style. He can be very emotionally reactive and sullen, and he does seem to have a fear of loved ones leaving him. This could potentially be the result of Ted's lack of emotional reciprocity. Karen was likely a very loving mother during Mike's infancy, but Ted being closed-off could have resulted in a lot of confusion for Mike. Mike gets clingy, suspicious, and jealous with loved ones when he suspects things aren't going well. This comes from his fear that he's not good enough for their love, and, as a result, he's deeply touched by Will's reassurance in the van, likely owing to his low self-esteem.

Will Byers: He's a tough one. He doesn't seek out relationships, which suggests Avoidant, but he has one loving parent and one asshole (later absent) parent, which suggests Anxious-Ambivalent. At best, Lonnie was emotionally distant, if not outright abusive. However, we know Will has great bonds with Joyce and Jonathan. I suppose it could be argued that there is still a lack of consistency, as a result of Joyce having to work a lot and Jonathan being a kid himself, but we don't know enough about how that worked in Will's early childhood. He does lack the emotional reactivity that goes with Anxious, though. I'm going to lean towards Avoidant, though, as Will does seem reluctant to get too close to anyone. His first friendship was with Mike, and Mike made the first move there. We don't know how he met Lucas and Dustin, but I can't see him taking the initiative based on what we know about him. He also befriended both Max and El because his friends did. He seemingly made no friends in Lenora, and, unlike El, he didn't seem to care much. His focus seems to be more on not losing his current relationships, particularly Mike.

Jonathan Byers: Insecure-Avoidant. He's very similar to Will, only he's had to serve as the caregiver for Will, which might complicate things. I'd say he's definitely Avoidant, though. He has no real drive to form relationships. His relationship with Nancy developed only because he spent a couple very traumatic weeks with her where they pretty much had to bond to survive. He did genuinely like her, but he likely never would have attempted to get into a relationship with her under normal circumstances. Now that he's in it, he's terrified. He's in too deep, and he has no idea how to handle that. He's afraid it's going to turn out like his parents' relationship. He's friends with Argyle, but it seems to be a largely casual friendship (up until recently, anyway). Argyle being an outcast stoner is probably what made him an appealing friend for Jonathan, as he doesn't have to worry about emotional closeness.

Steve Harrington: Insecure-Avoidant. We know he doesn't have a good relationship with his parents, who never seem to be around. He's confident and easy-going, likely the result of having to learn to fend for himself emotionally. He's had several shallow relationships, both platonic and romantic, owing to his fear of getting too close to someone. We only see him get close to three people: Nancy, Dustin, and Robin. All three of those relationships we can see Steve get antsy about being too close. He fears that Dustin is choosing Eddie over him. He was devastated by Nancy saying their love was "bullshit." And he's almost afraid as he confesses to Robin that he developed feelings for her. When he pushes through his fear, he's able to really click with people, but it always requires a real feat of courage from him.

Ok, I can't do anymore than that, I don't think. There's others who would be interesting to look at in regards to attachment, but, like El, have too many complicating factors. Hopper has had trauma in his past with Vietnam, his daughter dying, and his marriage collapsing. We don't know how he was growing up. Max has dealt with divorced parents and an abusive stepbrother, so it's hard to determine what might be the result of attachment style and what might be the result of her own traumas.

I do enjoy your thought-provoking Asks, though. I've missed doing these types of psych analyses, which is a bit ironic considering it's largely what I based the blog on when I originally created it.

#stranger things #attachment styles #mike wheeler #will byers #steve harrington #byler #jonathan byers

[soupbabe]

House of Wax Oc Re-Introduction

I rewrote Maggie a little bit. My ocs are forever changing, but I really like what Maggie is now :) any questions about her are always welcome

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

❁❁❁

Name: Magnolia "Maggie" Sinclair

Age: 34

Birthdate: April 9th, 1971. Aries 🐏

Gender: Trans Woman, She/Her

Orientation: Lesbian

Appearance

Height: 5'4"

Eye Color: Blue

Hair: Blonde, falls down to the shoulder blades, parted in the middle, naturally straight yet she curls them into loose waves for extra volume

Ethnicity: White

Body Description: Maggie is plus size with an hourglass figure, visible stomach and bigger arms, visible stretch marks across her arms and thighs

Aesthetic: She expresses her femininty through old Hollywood glamour, even styling her hair after Monroe. But with her family's location and lifestyle, she has to aim for more casual and convenient wear: jeans and a tank top. To combine her wants/needs, she'll add plunging necklines to her shirts, wear small pearl earrings, and prefers things that'll accentuate her curves.

Personality

Confident, Sociable, Nosey, People Pleaser/Sensitive

Extras

- Eldest Sinclair, was the accident that led to Trudy and Victor getting married

- Rather close to her mother, pretty ignored by her father

- Was around when Bo and Vincent were born, commonly was given Bo when Trudy and Victor were too busy with caring for Vincent (especially when they were in recovery after surgery)

- In the Sinclair sibling hierarchy, she's a solid 2nd favorite

- She was often left behind with Bo and eventually Lester as Vincent's talents and reserved behavior led him closer to his mother, but Trudy still wanted to keep her close

- She introduced her to old movie musicals like Wizard of Oz and taught her how to sew when she was younger, two interests that Maggie carried with her to adulthood

- Behind the scenes of the pageant is where she had her awakening. The other finalist gave her a kiss on the cheek for good luck moments before they had to go back to the stage for the crowning

- At 17, Magnolia entered herself in the Miss Ambrose pageant in drag. Although she did not win, she discovered a lot of things about herself: that being a woman and competitive nature of pageantry felt great

- At 18, she graduated highschool and swiftly left for college to study costume design. Throughout her time in college, she'd recognize her trans identity and begin to transition, unknowing to her family.

- Though at 21, she moved back to Ambrose upon hearing the news that her mother and father died. She dropped out to take care of her family so they wouldn't be put into foster care.

- Lester and mostly Bo felt resentful when she left. After being raised by her for their entire lives, they felt as if they had to rely on each other ever since she left.

- When the twins started making people into wax, Maggie wanted no part of this, but no one wanted her to leave.

- Writing to each other wasn't enough, her brothers wanted the family together again and to finish what their mama wanted

- Her main role in the modern Ambrose operation mirrors how she bonded with Trudy: designing/sewing clothes and costumes for the wax figures

- She roams around Ambrose frequently, sometimes acting as a distraction, stalling the visitors until Bo takes the lead and she can watch from afar

- Has a lower kill count, ranging from 2-3 people a year maybe. While she wants to act as if she only harms out of self defense, she's grown a bit jaded over the years. She gets easily annoyed and prefers to throw her victims to her brothers to keep her hands clean.

#magnolia sinclair #House of Wax oc #slasher oc

[wikagirl]

Allow me to introduce you to: Aetulia!

Name: Aetulia (pronounced Ey-tu-liah)

Age: Has been active for at least five years, gained awareness about half a year after nug

Height: 195cm on the dot

Voice refernece: originally the male text to speech voice but she exchanges the voicebox for one that allows her to sing making her sound more like AKINO from bless4

Aetulia was originally built as a healthcare robot by and for Halepharma where she used to work in one of thier clinics for years before she „woke up“ as she puts it. As a re-enforced model she was built to perform security work and, after a particularly violent encounter with a relative that refused to leave a patient alone, things simply started to click into place for her. She became aware of her self, of her feeling anger at the relative of her patient, that rage building with every time they visited and treated her patient poorly and relief every time the relative would leave. And then eventually she felt fresh hot blood splattering onto her silicone skin as she cracked the relatives head against the edge of a table again and again and again and again until the table gave out when the relative acted out again and threatened to hurt the patient.

It was later found that the relative was the reason for why the patient had to be hospitalized in the first place but Aetulia never learned about that due to being locked up in a confinement room, designed for people considered a threat to themselves and others, taken off of the list of the mandatory bi-monthly system reset and kept around to „study“ like an animal in a cage. Only that the cage was a baby proofed hospitalroom with a big bulletproof window for surveillance. She was kept in there for weeks, slowly taking apart the room bit by bit and when that wasn't enough she started to peel at her skin.

And then that little blue thing called Nug poked their little optic over the bottom edge of the window.

Some random tidbits about her:

She's a metal head and thus wears corpse paint a lot. It's painted on with alcohol activated paints and is supposed to resemble a curcuitboard

her skirt is DIYed from an old curtain that was left over from when gigis older sibling renovated their bar. Originally she wanted a full circle skirt but that ended up getting caught in her hip joints too often so she made it into a more...battle skirt? Kind of looking situation and she just left behind t-shirts and tops all together as they kept getting in the way of her shoulder and neck articulation and getting caught on things in general.

the rest of her clothes are pieces that nug just kind of gathered and gave to her at some point. The brighter triangle scarf she uses to cover her head is jakobs brand and the other slightly darker scarf which she uses for her other two headwrapping styles was found and purchased on a street market in hollow point (also at least the triangle scarf is inspired by my grandma, she always used to wear a scarf over her head like that and the other two styles are inspired by one of my old coworkers from when I used to work at a convenience store. I personally don't really subscribe to any religion but she showed me how to wear like two or three hijab styles once so ye blows a little kissy to hevin my favourite shift buddy)

the necklace she has was made by nug (with a little help from lahn) from seashells and washed up coral bits in her favourite colour, all kept together by wire and tape. It's attached to her collarbones because it would keep getting caught on her neck too much if she wore it normally

her forearms and lower legs are wrapped in flextape just to protect the wires and tubing there from getting caught on anything, sometimes if she knows she's going to do something that might be more of a physical risk she'll also wrap the other bits of exposed tubes and wires

her black and white wig is literally her most treasured posession. After doing odd jobbs for a while she finally saved up enough to buy it, she abrely ever wears it but if anything should happen to the thing she would probably go mental

she wears a scarf or headband most of the time because she dislikes the feeling of her neckwires being exposed and also to protect the mechanisms just like Nug and their little loop scarf. The styles of headwrap she uses are ones she remembers seeing on patients and employees at the clinic but also customers at the bar she currently stays at.

Nug is the only person she calls a friend, everyone else she just tolerates. Some more some less.

Nug is the only one who gets to call her Aetu

her name is a reference to the masterpiece that is the game brütal legend

after nug and their friends broke her out of their confinement she had to go into hiding for a while and just kind of lived at the bar owned by gigis sibling. Gigi is currently working on getting her contracted as a medic for the vaulthunting department but that will probably take a bit considering that she comitted murder in a hospital.

even though she hates humans for how she was locked up for „studies“ and also for the cruelty they are capable of for literally all the dumbest reasons she still can't help but feel the urge to care and assist. She definately won't help you at all if she actually really hates you but if you are someone like nugs close friends prepare to get insulted to hell and back while she passive agressively stiches up your wounds to perfection and tugs on the string a bit more than needed with every stich.

She really likes the arts, especially music and painting.

Her favourite styles of music are symphonic metal, dubstep, and just anything with a dark or hauntingly beautiful vibe to it

she has yet to actually paint something on a canvas, the closest she has gotten to painting is painting her face in corpsepaint to express her music preference but every time she attempts to paint on a canvas she just stares at it until the paint is dry on her palette

there are certain things hardwired into her coding that she can not go around, even after getting admin access to her own systems thanks to gigi pulling some strings. Most of these lines of code are supposed to prevent the healthcare bots from harming others but in her case it has only led to her being able to hurt others under extremely specific circumstances or when her code recognizes it as morally accaptable/needed to harm someone to protect somebody else so most of her agression towards other comes in verbal from most of the time.

The eyecolour of her model is usually just a coloured foil stuck on over top of the glass lenses of her eyes so she simply peeled it off, leaving her with ghostly grey pupil-less eyes that sometimes glow in different colours when executing certain programms. The sight of seeing her use a small exacto knife to scrape that stuff of her eyeballs was only midly traumatizing to lahn who had to witness the whole thing.

Her eyes can glow in the following colours under the following circumstances: blue when scanning, green when running self diagnosis on her systems and hardware, orange when engaging in security mode/preparing for violence, red when taking too much damage or encountering system errors

could break a grown mans femur with her own two hands if she tried hard enough

technically speaking she is currently unemployed but in oder to get in some cash gigis sibling managed it to set up a deal with a friend who runs a vintage clothing store. Most of the clothes there are second hand and if they are a little damaged but otherwise good Aetulia will fix them in exchange for some cash so she spends most of her time just sitting on a chair in the corner near the bar counter and sewing things per hand. Her sitches are incredibly neat and after some scavanging on the echno net she found some downloadable executables for other forms of stitching outside the ones she allready had from her wound treating programms.

She has sensors for smell and taste so she can chew stuff to analzye it

just by scanning someone she can tell their bloodpreassure, heart rate, body temperature, hydration status and if there are any broken bones.

even though she moves her mouth when talking and has what is essentially a robotic tongue made from rubber to move along with it, they are not essential for her talking and if she wants to she can simply keep her mouth shut and let her voice box do all the talking....also have fun imagining what that tongue can do to all you robot fuckers out there

this fucking edgelord wasted about two hours of her existence sanding her teeth into canines just to be that extra bit offputting in the rare occation that is her smiling

usually the healthcare bots have a layer of silicone skin and a sub layer of rubber strand that are supposed to simulate the morth and flex of muscles under skin but she peeled all of that off except for on her face so she has something to actually paint on and also to still be able to give people that good ol criminal offensive side eye with the slightly raised eyebrow

I'm gonna be real with you when I made her design clothing wise my idea was a mix between what I saw a lot of women wear at metal festivals (so long flowy and dark with corpse paint) + shit you could just diy on limited materials while at the same time not limiting her joint movement but especially with some of her headscarfs she came out in a way that can potentionally be mis-read like she's visually based off of a mishmash of la calavera catrina and romani visual stereotypes which is why I listed the actual design inspirations in the tidbits instead of in the tags for once so people actually see them and see where I'm coming from and hopefully not get the wrong idea.

Character theme: raise your banner – within temptation

5 songs she'd listen to:

shoemaker – nightwish

unleashed – epica

crystallize – lindsey stirling

Casket (VIP) - MARAUDA

Quantum Sonata - FormantX

Height comparison to Nug and also her other headwrapping looks, her wirth her wig and just her bald lil egg head and the blank skeleton next to what a normal healthcare bot looks like with the silicone skin

#borderlands oc #aetu #myart #this took me ages but I am so happy she looks so good #yes the actual healthcare bots look like eggs that wear crocks and yes that was intentional actually #because i wanted them to look as uncanny and shitty as possible #like a cheap imitation of human life #tw murder #tw violence #tw abuse mention #I tried to proofread that like 5 times but i am simply too burnt out to do it properly #so if there are any spelling mistakes in there then that's how it is #I'll just have to accept that now because my brain is a pancake #I've literally been hallucinating from sleep deprevation so I think I can allow myself to be sloppy a little bit

[general-illyrin]

For the character asks! Would you do 3, 44, and 49 for Mim?

Thank you so much for the ask, @dreamingthroughthenoise!

3. Obscure headcanon I have several Mîm headcanons that I enjoy (and almost all of them make his story more tragic), but this one has textual evidence, depending on how one reads Mîm's Klage. While re-reading it for a fic, I noticed that throughout Mîm's Klage, Mîm constantly refers to his sculptures and treasures as "memories". The line "So they robbed Mîm of all his memories and all the merry leaps and bounds of his mind" especially stood out to me, for how could one rob a person of his memories? ...Unless the person's memory was failing and he had created these treasures as more than just beautiful sculptures, but as representatives of important memories, a sort of physical journal, similar to how we use photos now. To make it even more tragic, he references failing eyesight: "All things my eyes saw when they were still clear," And if Mîm's memory and sight were failing him, then when these treasures were stolen, his memories would quite literally have been stolen from him.

44. Their happiest memory This is a hard one to answer, for we know that Mîm was once very happy. Mîm's Klage explicitly mentions this, but we can also infer that he was married because he had two sons. (Of course, he could have adopted them, but I headcanon that he was married.) And since Dwarf women only marry those they wish to marry, it is a safe bet that he was once happily in love, and had a joyful life before tragedy struck and turned him into the old, angry, bitter Dwarf we see in The Silmarillion. But which memory would have been the happiest? A nostalgic childhood memory? The day he realized he had fallen in love? The courtship? The day they agreed to get married? The wedding day? The days their sons were born? (If they weren't twins, that is.) Raising their sons as a happy family? How does one pick just one memory and call it one's happiest? That said, if I must pick only one memory, I think it would be the first time he held his sons in his arms (I headcanon they were twins), and realized how perfect they were and what a beautiful family he and his wife had.

49. Favorite toy as a child I honestly haven't thought about this before, but let's see. Actively resisting the impulse to give him a set of child-sized carving/forge tools because I want something with more personality But the Feanor parallels! Hmm, I think it would have been something passed down through the family, so something his parents played with when he was a child. That means that it is sturdy, so we're looking at something made from metal or stone or possibly wood. Dolls don't really strike me as Mîm's style, so - oh I know! It's a hand-held slingshot! Every Dwarf has a slingshot-stage in their childhood, and most are highly competitive about who can shoot the most accurately and farthest, the slingshots are highly prized possessions handed down from parent to child, carefully looked after for the next little one's time to fling stones and branches and lizards and toads and who knows what else through the air at targets that may or may not include their siblings. This also has the added benefit of introducing the children to crafting, because each child is expected to keep the hand-held slingshot in top condition, for example, keeping the handle from rusting or rotting (depending on whether the handle is metal or wood) and replacing the sinew when it frays. And of course if they break it, they have to make a new one!

These were so much fun to answer; thank you for the ask!

#Mîm #petty dwarves #mim #Petty-dwarves #mim's klage #ask game #asked and answered #headcanon

[srorgana1]

Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Forty One

Taking a deep breath, Kylo looks down at his phone shifting his weight to get comfortable. Behind the multiple messages and notifications, your beautiful smile is there pushing him forward. He can do this. Clicking the Join button in his tablet, he watches multiple heads pop up on the screen. Vic, Hux, and the rest of the guys are all there along with a couple reporters he doesn’t recognize.

“Thank you for joining us guys” a dark-skinned woman says. “Just want to introduce myself and my group before we get started. My name is Naomi, head journalist for ENews. This is my team – Deepa, John and Mohammed. We want to stress this interview is for your benefit, not ours and if there is anything you don’t want to address, just let me know and we will change direction, okay?”

He shakes his head with the others. “Now our process is to record the whole online interview. Once it is complete we will edit it to form a seamless production and send it to your manager for review and approval.” Seems standard, he thinks.

“Okay, let’s start with the overview. There has been information which has come out accusing your old record company, First Order Records of abusing their clients. As one of their previous top bands, we are here to discuss your experiences” Naomi says, clicking the record light on.

His phone buzzes again with a text from Vic as Hux discusses issues the band had with their contracts. Be strong Ky. “…their contract was more restrictive compared to others.” “Interesting Mr. Hux, how would you have known this?” Deepa asks.

“I was the consultant for new acquisitions of talent. I reviewed their contracts with them. When I started seeing things in other contracts, I went back and re-reviewed theirs. I can attest theirs was the most restrictive I saw” Hux says. Kylo’s breath hitched at his statement. He knew their contract was controlling but honestly didn’t know that.

“Vic, you said earlier you all were pigeon-holed into a particular sound and style, care to elaborate” Mohammad asked. “Sure. After our first album, we were their highest grossing band. When we started working on the second album, we wanted to experiment. Kylo here wrote some great stuff which would’ve been great as a slower heavier vibe which was popular at the time, but Snoke shut it down. We actually recorded some of it, but they got rid of it stating it wasn’t our thing” Vic says, running his hand through his hair.

He shakes his head at the not so fond memory. He wrote four different songs during that time, hopeful that Snoke would see he had more range than just hard rock and metal. But Snoke was not impressed, telling him he was wasting his talent on stuff like this.

“Interesting that you mentioned that. Not sure if you are following as closely as we are but more has come out since the initial post. There is evidence out now that music you wrote Kylo was used and sold by other First Order artists. Where you ever notified of this?” Naomi asks, her sharp brown eyes landing on him.

Here we go. “No, I wasn’t. I was not aware of my music being used by other artists. The policy there was songs were submitted to Snoke’s team for approval. We were hear back either yes or no and then moved forward” he says.

“So are you aware that Bazine Netal’s top grossing song “Not Meant to Be” has the exact lyrics to a song we have photographic evidence that you wrote” she says sharing a picture of one of the First Order song submission forms with song lyrics next to the printed lyrics of Bazine’s song.

His eyes widened as he looked at them. They are the exact same. “I’m guessing by your response Mr. Ren you did not know” Deepa says. Anger surged in his veins, but he kept his mouth shut, shaking his head no.

“Kylo, her record it states her material was written by First Order songwriters. Were you ever employed at the First Order as a songwriter?” John asks, shifting in his seat. “No, I wasn’t” he says, grinding his teeth “I was an intern before signing our first contract when I was 22. Interns were responsible for helping with back track recordings, layering recording and other general things around the studio.” Naomi shakes her head. “So as an intern, were you paid hourly?” she asks.

Shit. He ran a hand down his face, not sure how to go about this. Thankfully Hux caught on. “Ms. Richards, there is an ongoing investigation regarding this, so without more evidence that First Order did or did not follow labor laws we cannot continue this portion of the interview” he says. Naomi nods. “You are quite right Mr. Hux, I apologize, now Vic…”.

He settles in as the interview continues, delving into other topics: the Bazine incidence, the fan situation, their breakup with First Order and the subsequent media fallout. Kylo answers what he was asked truthfully, trusting that this was for the benefit of himself and the band. This needs to come out for all those currently still under Snoke’s thumb.

He needs to strong for his mates and for you. As the interview wound down, they were thanked for their time and honesty. As he was clicking out of the interview, another screen popped open. It was just Naomi and Hux.

“Thank you Kylo for everything today” she says, brushing her hair away. “I want to say your band’s story is our top priority and we want to assist in however we can so you can get to compensation you are owed.” He nods, honestly unsure on what that entails. “Hux will be in touch with our team and if we uncover anything regarding you, we will reach out for your approval first” she says, “we are so sorry for what you have been through.” He stares at the screen at a loss.

“Thank, thank you” he stammers, embarrassed at his lack of decorum. She smiles softly as she logs off, leaving him and Hux. Hux sighs, ruffling his hair through his pale fingers as he patiently waits for him to process what happened. “How did this all come out Hux?” he murmurs, his brain still reeling at the information that was unloaded on him. “Let’s just say, it had been in process for a while and just needed the right event to unleash it” Hux says, looking off camera.

“So where do we go from here? You know as well as I do Snoke won’t take this…” “Kylo” Hux interrupts “that’s my problem to worry about, not yours. I need you to focus on the final three shows.” There was a sense of finality in his voice.

“You did good Kylo” he says smiling “it takes a strong man to talk about this stuff.” He nods, knowing what Hux is saying is true. It was hard enough to tell him and Cassian in the comfort of their condo. “Thanks Hux” he huffs out. “Go get some sleep Ky. I’ll see you tomorrow” he says, signing off.

---

“Okay Row 3 spot 11” Rae says as she puts her car in park. You look over to the massive building that is the Kia Foram. The venue is perfect for the finale of the Knights of Ren’s tour. You smile as you see throngs of people heading towards the entrance.

The build up to this show was huge due to the continued development of stories and interviews related to the Knights and First Order. Totally outside of the original plan, some prior First Order bands came out of the woodwork, doing interviews corroborating the evidence Cassian had. Fans bickered online, aghast at the blatant abuse of their favorite artists.

You smile to yourself as you see a girl pass your car with a Team KOR shirt. The hashtag became popular online about a week ago when the ENews interview came out, so your not surprised online marketing took advantage. You, like everyone else were upset about the song writing scandal and it made your soul a little happy when Spotify and Amazon removed Bazine’s song from their services, citing an ongoing investigation.

Hux had shown you and Cassian the legal paperwork he was filing for copyright infringement and plagiarism against both Bazine and First Order Records. You knew this wasn’t going to be a quick fix but that’s okay. What mattered was Kylo and the rest of the Knights and that their pain and suffering under the reign of First Order was finally over.

You undo your seatbelt as you fix your strap under your TEAM KYLO shirt. Rae had it specially made for you to cover up your sexy little number, saying that was for later. She was right. You would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb if you walked into the venue like that. You grab your wristlet and phone, sending a Quick text to Hux letting him know you both had arrived.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket as you walk through security and ticket scan. You thank them and catch up with Rae. There are people everywhere. It makes you so happy to see this overwhelming support for them. Pulling your phone out, you see Hux had texted you back. Awesome! Head down to the back after they play Miracle, Cassian will be waiting to let you both in. You take a deep breath. This is really happening.

“Hey come here, we need evidence” she laughs as she takes a quick selfie with you. You run a hand through your freshly cut and highlighted hair, ruffling your loose curls. “You look beautiful babe” she says, changing the angle and taking a couple more. “So do you sexy mama” you say. “pssh, I’m not important today, you are. Now go over to their poster over there, I need full body pics” she says pointing to the large poster.

You want to argue but she pushes you over to the live size photo of Kylo and his mates. It’s one of your favorites from the album photoshoot. You stand in the center and strike a couple poses until Rae is satisfied. “The show will be starting soon. Let’s get our drinks and head in” you say walking over to a food stall. Two waters and a lemonade are quickly bought and you lead Rae to your seats.

You smile as you reach your section. Damn it Cassian. They are box seats, overlooking the lower bowl in perfect view of the stage. Now his vague text made sense. Shaking your head, you sit on the plush U-shaped couch, motioning to Rae to pick her seat. “It’s all ours so whatever you’re comfortable” you say, cracking open your water.

She winks at you as the lights dim and the crowd reacts. You settle in as the strobe lights start up as you hear a low bass riff. It builds as you watch the band members of the opening band Trooper appear on stage. A crash of drums matched the lights, bringing up the energy as they started into their set.

You nod your head to the beat, impressed in their stage presence. Their energy is infectious, a perfect match for both Horizons and the Knights. You take a sip of water, calming your building nerves. You will be on that stage in less than three hours and hopefully in Kylo’s arms shortly after that.

🤘❤️

#adam driver #knights of ren #star wars au #kylo ren au #kylo ren #rockstar! kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo fanfic #kylo x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren imagine #music au #adamdriver #adam douglas driver

[athousandmorningss]

I'm starting with some musings about stray cat chronicles, feel free to scroll past that content if you don't wanna read it.

I'm increasingly feeling like I did the wrong thing by taking Tree home. There's a clear demarcation between a feral cat, and a friendly cat that likely has a home. The fact that he came to me pretty readily AND let me carry him indicates he has a home. Perhaps I should have just left him alone and visited the park a few more times to see if he was still there, and then did something. I have a bleeding heart. Sometimes this means I lead with feeling rather than a well thought out plan. I'd hate to put the baby through the process of adoption and re-homing if he already has a place he lives. I'm also increasingly unsure about keeping him. He is def. a Young Baby--he's in his "bite everything era," and I worry what introducing a small male cat into 16 year old Oliver's home would do. TBH though, my babies are very surprisingly chill about it: some occasional hissing at the bathroom door but for the most part, carrying on as normal. That is surprising and interesting to me, and could indicate keeping him (if I need to) might be possible. Anyways. The point is, sometimes I need to mind my business. Maybe this was one of those occasions. That said, I'd add that at this point, the family attempting to find Baby could do so pretty easily if they called any of the local shelters and offered a description, or navigated to one of the top local lost pet facebook pages, or (if they live close by), walking to the nearby park where posters are located. No word from anyone though, and that makes me really wonder if anyone is looking.

Anyways. Tree is the sweetest boy: very rambunctious, lover of chewing of the fingers/arms/legs/towels, anything he can put his mouth on. I discovered if I wrap him in a towel and sing to him, or do odd mouth sounds ASMR style, he'll get big wet eyes and nod off in sleep pretty quickly. Here's him in such a state:

he goes a little cross-eyed when sleepy.

Anyways. My two other classes started today, bringing my total teaching load to 7 courses. Light work (hehe). One of my favorite courses I teach is Family Communication, and one of my favorite theories I teach in it is the Relational Dialectics Theory. It holds that in all relationships, including family dynamics, we osculate between opposing forces or needs, and work to adopt ways to address these tensions. For instance, family members might be struggling between the dialectical tension of autonomy (wanting personal identity, space, etc) and connection (seeking togetherness, wanting to consistently be around your family members, etc). There are suggested ways of dealing with these tensions (you can read more here) that are pretty useful.

I like teaching the course because it seems to give language to a lot of experiences students have. I consistently get feedback about the relevancy of the content, and usually enjoy reading and responding to student assignments in that course.

Since I'm in my can't leave my house era due to Tree, I've invited C over on Wednesday night. I'm a bit nervous-- I rarely have people over to my house. In fact, in the last 8 months, no one's been in my apt. save for my cat sitter and the maintenance guy. That's kinda wild. I am very protective of my space and who I let into it...

Anyways, I'm ganna put out treats and we'll swap stories about our various trips we've taken. I'm hoping in future to host a Halloween party, some small potlucks and a Friends-giving, too. Tryna manifest a little more coziness in my space..

That's all, from the House of Wayward Cats.

#stray cat chronicles

[juniperhillpatient]

"Jet" Re-Watch

I'll be honest, this episode is one of those that I've seen A LOT. So, it's not like there were any surprise takeaways. Jet is one of my favorite characters & "Jet" is one of my favorite episodes to re-watch. So, let's talk about Jet - the character - & why I love him. And let's also talk about why I have a love-hate relationship with his titular episode.

This is the very first episode of my re-watch where I'm going to.....ugh. criticize the narrative framing...

Look, I love a sympathetic anti-hero & that's at least part of why I love Jet - anyone who knows me knows I am drawn to morally gray characters, flawed people with good intentions, traumatized villains who see themselves as the hero - & that's a huge part of why I love Jet. But I think it's doing a disservice to critical engagement with the material to NOT acknowledge the way Jet is framed as the "scary evil Earth Kingdom rebel fighting back the "wrong" way." This episode felt very much like propaganda not to trust people who are TOO rebellious or TOO angry at their oppressors.

Remember kids, violent rebellion is never the answer even when you're being violently oppressed. Anyone who says otherwise probably wants to murder babies!

Sokka getting to be the grumpy mom of the group is always fun & I gotta feel bad for the guy. It can't be easy keeping these kids in check when they're always so eager to be reckless & don't even take him seriously or respect him! And poor Sokka was right in the end...And was way less of an asshole about it than I would've been after all the crap he took!

Jet's entrance is just so badass. I absolutely loved the Freedom Fighters coming in & immediately kicking ass & winning over both Katara & Aang. And also I'm sorry but I must say it. The Avatar fandom is so sick & twisted & wrong for everyone fighting over if Katara should be with her little brother-like friend or Zuko when Jet is RIGHT there. From the bottom of my heart, I'll never forgive the Avatar fandom for having such bad taste just LOOK AT THEM

What is this....Sad......................alright, okay, okay, I'm done.

ANYWAY!!! Katara's instant chemistry with Jet is so real & I love how she got insta-heart-eyes. I love you Simptara. Girl, can't you even tell when your episode of the week love interest is introduced anime style as a person you obviously can't trust? So fucking funny to me. Like, Katara, haven't you ever seen a single episode of television? Jet is handsome & smooth & charming & he has wheat in his mouth. Of course he's gonna break your heart baby girl, it's right there in the narrative framing.

Also, Jet is a manipulative little shit & I love him. I think a big reason Jet gets a lot of hate ASIDE from the NaRrAtIvE fRaMiNg issues is that he IS in fact very calculated & manipulative. I think it's worth noting though, that the Freedom Fighters look to him as a "good leader." Jet is clearly the kind of person that is good with people, & good at leading others as well as being mature for his age. So, he's taken on the mantle of leadership with these kids. Yes, he is manipulative & he mugs sad old Fire Nation colonizers, but like, he was given the mantle of leadership at EIGHT YEARS OLD after watching his parents die y'all. Cut him some slack for not having the soundest moral compass, jeez.

Like, what can I really say here? No, you're right guys, an eight-year-old who witnessed his village being destroyed & his parents dying & then was left to protect other orphaned kids should TOTALLY understand that #NotAllFireNationPeople are bad. Obviously, that's a reasonable expectation.

Anyway, Jet's plan to flood the village is very....interesting. I've seen it discussed endlessly whether there are ex-Fire Nation generals in that village, whether the old man Jet mugged was an ex-Fire Nation general, whether there were Earth Kingdom citizens living there or not, & well...it's all just VERY vague. The show doesn't tell us because I guess the point is that "murder is bad." Which...sure, I guess. Still would've been nice to understand more details?

A big anti-Jetara argument that I get pretty much every time I say I ship them is that he broke her heart & made her cry & also wanted to commit mass murder. To that I say.....where's your sense of drama? Jet touching Katara's face as she turns away crying, horrified by what she might've helped him accomplish is just good drama. I don't know what to tell you. Have fun shipping boring things where the characters have no complexity & only ever agree with each other I guess.....

Sokka does deserve some major props in this episode, I'll say that. He put up with pretty much constant shit from Katara & Aang both, he was right in the end about Jet's plans NOT being something Katara & Aang would like, AND he managed to warn the village about the flood. So yeah, props to Sokka.

Anyway, this "re-watch takeaway" post....ended up being.... just...me defending Jet & saying Jetara rights. Whoops. Oh well, I feel like that's a fitting takeaway for this episode :)

#jet #atla book 1 #atla re watch #jetara #i'm tagging the damn ship since i accidentally talked about it so much LOL

[apinchofm]

What Are We Doing?

The story of Kate and Anthony in Ruin

Strangers-to FWB-to Lovers.

"I don't have time for a real relationship. I'm finishing my medical degree, I do not-"

Anthony looked up from between her legs, annoyed that he had not distracted her well enough.

"That's fantastic. May I continue?"

...

Fresh out of Cambridge, Kate decided to go to London with a few classmates. Her last night of freedom before starting the medical part of her degree

Sitting at the bar, she noticed the handsome man next to her. He looked annoyed as the bartender listened to him rant about his sister's engagement.

"I feel bad for the man your sister is with," Kate snorted.

Anthony looked at her, "He was my best friend and my little sister!"

"If they love each other, then what's wrong with that? Scared she may get treated the way you treat other women?" Kate challenged. Most men were always terrified of that prospect.

But he smiled at her, narrowing his eyes in interest, "I will have you know, I am a perfect gentleman."

"I'm sure," Kate agreed sarcastically.

"I'm Anthony," He introduced, "See? Gentleman."

"Kate." She replied.

"What are you drinking to?" He asked, noticing her cocktail. As he moved closer, he inhaled the smell of her. Lilies. It was nearly intoxicating.

"I have just graduated. Starting medical training in September," Kate explained.

"Congratulations! That calls for a drink. On me." Anthony said. Sexy and smart? He liked her already.

"What about you?" Kate asked, seeing his glass of whiskey.

"I am... just drinking,"

"I'm sure that's just alcoholism."

They both grinned and laughed, "No, I, um, it's been a shitty few months. Fighting with my sister and my best friend. My fiancee broke up with me," Anthony took another sip, "I have everything but my life is a mess,"

"I'm sorry," Kate said genuinely feeling bad for him.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine, I think." Anthony waved her off, "I have my family to focus on,"

"I get that. I always worry about my little sister." Kate agreed, "And my mum,"

"I have seven siblings to worry about," Anthony said and her eyes widened.

"Well then, I think we'll need more drinks."

They were still talking and drinking even as other patrons left.

"You are so bloody arrogant," Kate said to him.

"Never had a complaint before," Anthony said with a wink. He tapped his black card against the reader, "Come home with me?"

She raised an eyebrow but followed him out anyway.

That's how it started. Neither would say it meant anything. Merely two older siblings, who needed relief in their busy lives.

....

Kate finds out who Anthony is when they re-settle in Mayfair. For Mary, it was coming home after two decades to the house and estate her parents left her. She didn't exactly want it but she wanted her girls looked after.

"I love it!" Edwina ran inside the large house, Newton scampering behind her, "I get first dibs on rooms!" She ran up the staircase.

"It's like a mausoleum," Kate said. Mary wrapped her arm around her eldest.

"That was my parent's style." Mary agreed, "But we will brighten it up. I fear Edwina has already planned to paint the whole place yellow or pink."

"I'm so here for that," Kate said and they both laughed.

"Mary!" There was a sharp knock at the open door, accompanied by a cheery voice and a cheerful woman in a floral dress carrying two large cake tins.

"Violet." Mary grinned and hugged her old friend.

"I have brought cake. Victoria sponge, made by me." Violet gave her one, "And the other is full of cookies and macaroons, from that bakery," She clicked her fingers, "Anthony! Darling where is that bakery again? The one Eloise and Frannie love?"

"Near Hyde Park mother," A deep, familiar and amused voice followed by Anthony himself. He is holding a basket of flowers

Kate and Anthony stared at one another as their mother's chatted. He was her fucking neighbour?!

"Ah, this is my eldest, Anthony. Anthony, you remember Mary, do you not?" Violet introduced.

"Wow, the last time I saw you, you were so little," Mary gushed at the Viscount who smiled politely, "This is Kate, my eldest

"Amma, I called bagsy on the room with the view of the gardens! It has so much space for my books!" Edwina came barrelling down the stairs, smiling at the new people.

"This is my sister Edwina," Kate introduced her sister who smiled brightly at Anthony, "And this is Newton." The puppy barked at Anthony causing him to step back and Kate smiled, satisfied.

"Why don't I help you with your boxes? You can show me this room you've baggised" Anthony said to the younger sister who grinned and nodded, putting down Newton and dragging him with her.

"Oh, such a sweet man. But that's the Viscount. He still reads to Hyacinth before she goes to sleep. He can't resist helping a younger sister." Violet gushed to Mary.

"Viscount?" Kate asked, startled.

"Yes, darling," Mary confirmed, "Oh, sorry yes. Violet is the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton."

"But please Violet because that is a mouthful." The women laughed, before walking through the house, discussing what Mary was going to do with it.

Kate hated him. Oh, she really hated him.

But it turns out disdain makes for great sex.

....

Marina knew. She had a second sense for her friend's well-being in every sense

When they were helping Marina paint the living room of George and her's new home.

Kate leaned back when she noticed her friend sniffing her, then scanning her with a critical eye.

"You're having great sex." Marina concluded, as she continued painting the mantle place.

Kate spluttered, "How do you-?! What are you, a sex sniffer dog?"

"Because as cute as that shirt looks on you, it's a few sizes too big and you smell like Tom Ford," Marina said. Then her eyes widened, "Which nepotism lawyer are you sleeping with?"

"None of your business!" Kate said defensively." Her friend simply smirked. She would find out, somehow.

In fact, when Kate and Sophie were going home, Marina texted Kaye:

"Anthony Bridgerton is a good choice. Proud of you x'

She was going to kill George.

....

After Sophie outed her at dinner, Mary wanted to talk to Kate

"Anthony Bridgerton," Mary hummed as Kate dried dishes and put them away.

"Mama..." She didn't want a lecture.

Mary laughed, however, "No, I don't mind it honestly. He would make a good son-in-law," She teased.

"We're just," Kate shook her, "It's not that serious, just a bit of stress relief. Neither of us have time for that,"

"You forget, I met your father when I just finished med school," Mary pointed out, "He had a charming little girl who he looked after, whilst doing his PhD, then remarried and we moved to a different country afterwards. Multi-tasking is in your blood, chellam"

Kate smiled, "Edwina-"

"Will come out when she's ready. It's not for us to worry about, not unless this girlfriend breaks her heart." Mary said and she had to agree. Her younger sister was a romantic. If she broke, she would shatter.

"You deserve happiness and respect," Mary said gently, brushing Kate's hair back, "Do you have that?"

She thought of how even after sex, they would watch something, playfight, order in or go out for dinner. Anthony knew her and she knew him.

"I do, amma," She whispered.

...

"Do you want to go to dinner?" Anthony asked her when she came by his penthouse in the evening. He was still in a suit,

"Uh, sure," Kate replied, confused. They usually had food afterwards.

"Great, I made reservations," He smiled

"Do I need to change?" Kate asked, looking down at her dress under her

"You look beautiful," He assured her sincerely. She always looked beautiful.

They walked down the busy streets of London. Anthony talked about his day, and how Gregory is doing better at school. Kate talked about her upcoming tests and that's when it hit her.

"Anthony." She stopped walking. He turned to her, concerned.

"What are we doing?" Kate asked, desperately.

"Going to dinner. You mentioned you wanted to try the place a few weeks back-" Anthony explained, confused by her questioning.

"Exactly! Why do we remember these things? Why do I know that you hate bees and that you secretly like sugary caramel lattes? Why do you keep the soap and the perfume I use at your place?" Kate asked, "What are

"Kate..." Anthony whispered, "I'm not good at this. I can't even pretend I am. I have a failed engagement. I'm not perfect. I know that. Do you want to stop?"

"No," Kate shook her head, "But I can't ignore how I feel and just.."

"So we can just be us." Anthony concluded, "But I'm not going to pretend that I don't feel strongly for you. That I seem to only be able to breathe around you. And this has always been more than sex."

She reached up and kissed him, her hands cupping his face. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

"So is that a yes?" Anthony asked.

"Come on, buy me dinner," Kate smirked, holding his hand. He grinned and they happily went.

#modern au #kathony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #anthony x kate #bridgerton #fic:ruin #friends to lovers #friends art #side fic: ruin

[cosplayinamerica]

Punk Sailor Moon Cosplayer: @figglybuff Photo: @felixwongphotography @jriversxphotography custom car @xtrek_lun Convention : Otakon (Washington DC)

Sailor Moon was my first love ~I guess you could say in anime~ + as the first source of my femininity + empowerment at a young age that stemmed from Asian influence. I grew up watching the American version. Then I rewatched the OG Japanese + fell deeper in love. As a kid born in 93, I appreciate it more as an adult.

In middle/high school days, I was a misfit. I heavily experimented with my looks + fashion choices to express myself. I had more phases than the moon (pun intended) but my emo/punk phase never trickled out of my system completely.

How could I pay homage to one of my favorite childhood fandoms? By marrying the rebellious side of my teen angst years with the soft, feminine magical aesthetic of Usagi/Sailor Moon.

I was watching Sailor Moon Eternal + Sailor Moon Crystal on Netflix. I saw a Facebook post from my friend, Amy Tiller asking for a Sailor Moon replacement in their Punk version group at Otakon ASAP. How crazy the timing was since I was in the middle of watching the anime!

The fact that we rushed it in two days to finalize the entire look was impressive. Amy Tiller treated it as a free commission + we exchanged ideas based on the iterations of Sailor Moon’s looks. I loved the idea of wearing a denim vest with a Punisher crossover since the last con I cosplayed as the Punisher. She crafted + adorned the denim vest, the hair accessories, hand-painted the brooch, + put grommets in the blouse to make a shoelace effect.Her sister, Beth Tiller made the tiara out of cardboard, took a red gem from old jewelry then glued it using gold puff paint, jeweled my mask, + made the beaded mask holder. She reduced the floofy pigtails with bubble braids. She also re-arranged the metal chains intertwining my shirt.

I chose a mix of clothes to fit the punk scene to be recognizable enough. I styled the wig + hot glued heart shaped red gems on the pigtails. To stay on brand, I used the Sailor Moon ColourPop makeup palette. I added anime lines under my eyes for extra flair. I “hardened the look” with gothic touches by introducing black leather garters + thigh highs.

I am thankful that this was a collaborative effort. This entire outfit was put together by the power of love and friendship! 🌙 ✨🖤

The Punk Sailor Moon because of how perfect the situation was under time pressure + how my look was completed through the assistance thanks to new friends. I was overwhelmed with compliments + met cosplayers who rocked Sailor Moon characters.

I was in the spotlight of the anime sports car section. A customized Subaru was decked out in Sailor Moon artwork. I was given a dope sticker of a modern day Usagi posing with the car just as I was in real life. The unique photo opportunity was the most memorable to me.

Otakon was my first Anime con + being Sailor Moon was the cherry on top. Despite the stressors of cosplay crunch, I’ll still look back + be over the moon of the experiences I shared.

During my childhood, I looked forward to playing dress up + planning my Halloween costumes in advance. I chose obscure characters + would happily tell everyone the lore behind the character I was recreating!

I discovered cosplay in 2010. In highschool, I felt alone most of the time so I crafted + created in my spare time to share with others online. My way of escaping reality = planning my self-photoshoots at home. I would post my cosplay photo sets on Tumblr to reveal my love for > insert characters here <

My first cosplay + videogame was Lara Croft: Tombraider. I dressed up as her many times in my youth because I played a lot of the games. She was a strong, badass icon whom I admired. As I started to begin my fitness journey, I subtly dressed up as her. Then gym regulars started to refer to me as, “Tombraider”. I didn’t know this at the time, but this is where my cosplaying journey began.

Cosplay was a constant in my life since I was in diapers. I just didn’t know what it was at the time or that it would become my lifelong mission as an adult. It gave me my sense of self, the strength to see myself in these characters + stories, a supportive community,+ an awakening of my creative power.

#punk sailor moon #punk sailor moon cosplay #sailor moon cosplay #cosplay interview

[redrascal1]

TROS is a hitman which not only destroyed SW but all leading characters in the ST

Here's my Top Ten:

10. Snoke.

Yes, Snoke. Throughout both TFA and TLJ it was very much stressed that he was NOT a Sith. His eyes were blue, not yellow. Instead, TROS 'reimagined' him as a cloned puppet of the Emperor. Who was as bad at cloning him as he was with Rey's father, as for some reason the clones were all disfigured.

9. Rose. She had a great role in TLJ, and her character was completely stripped of her importance and reduced to a single line. And I refuse to believe it was because of Carrie's untimely death.

8. Holdo. Even though she died in TLJ, her character's self sacrifice was presented as an object of ridicule in TROS, which isn't only unfair but petty and childish.

7. Hux. He could - and should - have been the 'big bad' of the sequel's final chapter, but no, Hux is unceremoniously killed off five minutes into the film and prior to that revealed as a Resistance 'mole' - this goes completely against everything he was. Hux loathed the Resistance with a passion, it was completely out of character for him to join them, just to get rid of Kylo - there were plenty of ways to 'off' him without turning traitor.

6. Poe. Rian Johnson did a great job with Poe, he became more than a Han Solo wannabe in TLJ. Instead of becoming Leia's heir he was turned into a seedy drug runner - he was supposed to be the son of legendary Rebels, FFS!

5. Luke. Remember how angry he was when Obi Wan admitted he'd lied to him about who his father was? He told Rey he didn't know her in TLJ. Now, apparently, he DID but had kept the truth from her. Luke is now a liar, full stop.

4.Finn. He had a great character arc in TLJ. All that was gone in TROS, his 'grand announcement' that he had the Force was a damp squib and all he was good for was running around screaming 'REEEEEEEEY'. I'm genuinely stunned JB calls TROS his 'favourite' of the sequels....but there ya go.

3. Rey. Our likeable, feisty, gloriously flawed 'nobody' is completely deconstructed into a snotty, self righteous, judgemental little space nun. She was like an evil reflection of herself. The Rey we were introduced to in the first two films wept for Han Solo (although she'd only known him five minutes), longed for a family, lost her temper and was called out on it, and most of all was human. What is particularly irksome is post TFA Abrams insisted that she was 'not a Skywalker'....and then they made her one anyway.

TROS Rey was an emotionless two legged example of Jedi dogma. She actually gave me the creeps.

2. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. Poor Kylo. Even more, poor Ben. He went through a complete character reversal in the first part of the film. Where like Snoke, it was stressed he was not a Sith, in TROS he made deals with them. When it was insisted upon that he was not Darth Vader, he acted just like him complete with that ridiculous mask.

The final part of the film when Ben returns should have been glorious. Instead, he spent most of it down a hole while Rey got the 'glory' of killing her grandad. No dialogue. No role in destroying his family's old enemy. And then....poof. Gone. Ben Solo's only legacy is that he 'gave Rey back to the galaxy.'

And she didn't even tell anyone.

1 Leia.

And....the number one is our beloved Princess, Leia Organa.

The cruelest character assassination of them all is that of Leia, child of Anakin and Padme, sister of Luke, husband of Han Solo, mother of Ben Solo, adopted daughter of Bail Organa, Senator, warrior, courageous leader and General of the Resistance.

Re imagined by Terrio's loathsome fan fiction as being in an afterlife GoT style incestuous relationship with her brother. And a woman who didn't give a damn for her own child.

TFA Leia made mistakes. Like her husband, she was afraid of her son being like his grandfather. She left him to be raised by droids. She sent him away at nine.

But...TFA Leia knew she'd made mistakes. She admitted that she never should have sent her son to Luke. And she wanted him back. Desperately so.

We could forgive TFA Leia because she knew she was wrong and owned up to it - as did, in fact. all of the OT cast. And we could forgive her for sending Ben to Luke, because TFA and TLJ Leia didn't know how to train him in the ways of the Force. Leia was NOT a Jedi. She didn't know how to train Ben, so thought it a good idea to send him to someone who did.

That however was TFA and TLJ Leia. The Leia I loved and believed in.

TROS introduced her to someone I didn't recognise.

TROS Leia DID have Jedi training. She might have quit, but she had enough knowledge to be able to train Rey. Train her well enough to fight and almost kill Kylo. AKA Ben.

AKA the child Leia had given birth to.

TROS Leia had sent her emotionally vulnerable nine year old away so she could focus on her career, despite having the ability to train him herself. She then trained the woman who she knew might very well kill him, and after her death...'took him with her into the Force'.

Her FG is later seen smiling fondly on Rey. It wouldn't have been quite so bad - although I still would have hated it - if Ben's FG had been beside her and we would have seen him with his mother. But, no.

According to a source Terrio wanted the 'final scene to be all about the Skywalkers.'

Rey is a Palpatine. I will never see her now as anything else. And Leia had the Skywalker blood, but she was an Organa and then a Solo.

Terrio and perhaps Abrams, made sure that everything of Ben's went to Rey. His grandfather's lightsabre. His father's ship. Whatever relationship he had with Chewie. Luke's respect.

And....Leia's love.

What a terrible, terrible way to treat Leia. And how they disrespected Carrie, a mother in real life to Billie Catherine, with this abominable assassination of her most well loved role.

TROS is an abomination. I will never be able to understand why they chose to retcon TLJ....yet leave this horror story as set - in - stone canon.

[gretchensinister]

2022 is now officially, 100% over, and so now I can be solid on my book count for the year. I read 103 books! Reading is my main source of entertainment and I make a point of doing it. Please don’t think I’ve also been keeping up with all the popular tv shows, video games, movies, podcasts, etc. I haven’t. I mostly read, and that’s how I get to this number. Also, I’m not buying all of these. I live in a place with a big public library system and free interlibrary loan. So, as a random person who read 103 books in 2022, I do want to note my favorites and other recommendations.

Favorites are totally personal and in no particular order. Also probably kind of uninformative, but you can always ask me for more details if you’re curious and would rather hear from me than a website selling the book.

Uprooted by Naomi Novik: This wasn’t the first time I read this book but the dynamic between the protagonist and the wizard is still catnip to me.

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir: Hopeful, but not syrupy, science fiction, and also with some survival narrative flavor.

The Thousand Eyes by A. K. Larkwood: The second book in a duology that starts with The Unspoken Name. Completely nonhuman, alternate world, high-stakes fantasy, weird relationships with divinity and magic, fantasy trope aware but still earnest, I found the ending satisfying.

Vagina Obscura by Rachel E. Gross: Nonfiction book giving an overview of the latest knowledge and research of the pelvic organs including the vagina, clitoris, ovaries, uterus, etc. The last chapter is about neovaginas, and the book is intended to be trans-inclusive.

Fevered Star by Rebecca Roanhorse: Sequel to Black Sun, fantasy set in non-Columbian Central American styled setting, light and darkness in a struggle, political intrigue, I can’t quite get to squishing the avatars of light and darkness together in my mind but that’s because of the devoted nonbinary ex-assassin priest and the bisexual mermaid with a dark secret that they’ve respectively got. Story not completed and sequel not out yet.

Lost Boy by Christina Henry: A story asking what if Captain Hook started out as a lost boy? I’m usually very suspicious of books that kind of go for edginess with regard to Peter Pan, but this one was really good, and I felt like the author took the project seriously.

Revenant Gun by Yoon Ha Lee: End of the Machineries of Empire trilogy. Found the ending satisfying, unique science fiction world, yeah it’s one of them unnaturally old space generals with personal problems, one of them tear down the empire stories. You get it. First book is Ninefox Gambit.

The Obelisk Gate by NK Jemisin/The Stone Sky by NK Jemisin: I finished the Broken Earth Trilogy this year and it’s so good. I will probably re-read this series sometime in the future just to get to see the story from the new perspective of knowing what’s going on rather than being introduced to everything.

Devotions by Mary Oliver: An extensive collection of Mary Oliver’s poetry throughout her career. This is one of the few books in that 103 I own, and I have marked many poems in the volume for fighting against The Melancholy. Mary Oliver is the “Wild Geese” poet if you are unfamiliar.

Other fiction recommendations:

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet/A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers: I think these are good as a sort of lower-stakes sci-fi. They’re character-focused and...nice? But they do include a trope that’s my pet peeve, about humans being uniquely smelly among all aliens.

This One Summer by Mariko Tamaki: Graphic novel about two girls during a growing-up summer. Very good at capturing the vibe, didn’t make the first list because it’s not queer.

In the Night Garden by Catherynne M. Valente: Intricate, interwoven fantasy with a pure uncut fairytale vibe, beautiful language, didn’t make the first list because of casual fatphobia and also some places where I could not tell if certain orientalist tropes were being played straight or not.

The Habitation of the Blessed by Catherynne M. Valente: I took a class in college on the European medieval imagination, particularly as it related to monsters and marvels. So I read this book with context for Prester John and the various creatures in the story. Because this is an imagining of Prester John’s journey and how he became king of the land that’s first mentioned in this medieval text. I didn’t put it in the first list because I feel that it’s kind of inaccessible without at least some background knowledge of the way medieval thought worked.

Other nonfiction for writers and other people that just want to know WTF is going on:

Revelations in Air by Jude Stewart: Musings about scents

Hurts So Good by Leigh Cowart: How does pain work and why do people seek it out

Sentient by Jackie Higgins: Animal senses and human senses

Sandy Hook by Elizabeth Williamson: What happened, including the long-term aftermath that has recently culminated with a billion dollar judgment against Alex Jones. Heavy read.

The Tragedy of Heterosexuality by Jane Ward: What is going on with straightness?

Evolution’s Rainbow by Joan Roughgarden: Nature is very queer

Phallacy by Emily Willingham: What is going on with penises? (When you try to look without patriarchal assumptions.)

Legacy of Violence by Caroline Elkins: Sober look at one of the ways British colonization fucked up everything it touched, focused on the 20th century. Dense, heavy read.

Edit: Wow! The spacing was very fucked up in this before I fixed it! Hope this doesn’t happen again when I try to copy and paste things from LibreOffice in the future!

#rambling #reading #book recommendations #books