#You probably won't see art from me for a while unless it's by my left hand

[virfujiwara]

Magica's Moving Castle once again... They've been in my brain so much and I cannot draw ducks with my left hand, so, humans

#magicstone #sleepless art #gladstone gander #magica de spell #gijinka #You probably won't see art from me for a while unless it's by my left hand #I do like this so I'm posting it as the first drawing of 2024 #Magica's Moving Castle #They look generic but I can live with that

[ms-cartoon]

So sorry for the wait! I wanted to take a break from Helluva Boss for a little while because I needed to focus on other things. I feel like I’m a little late for it, but I don’t care all that much. As much as I like to have fun criticizing Helluva Boss, I don’t want my blog to be completely centered around the topic. I mainly signed into this site for my art, despite the lack of attention it gets. So you probably won’t be seeing so much post about the show as much as you used to. It’ll probably only be a once in a while kind of thing. But anyway . . . .

For once, we actually have an episode where the plot is focused on IMP doing their JOBS since the Cherub episode! Bet y'all this won't last long.

 Of course, this is another “Let’s shit on Moxxie” episode and it sucked a**. Moxxie was surprisingly annoying this whole episode. I feel like the writers just straight up ruined his character for me. It’s bad enough that his story arc is really repetitive where he’s a scrawny loser that nobody likes to him toughening up at the last minute, but with this episode being the same damn thing only with him being a big crybaby about it and so desperate for attention???? And from some petty teenagers too, like--

Plus, Blitzo stays an asshole to nearly everyone around him like always. And the fact that we’re supposed to sympathize with him this whole time because he’s in his feelings and is all boohoo because his sister don’t like him is even more ridiculous and irritating. 

On the plus side, Millie actually has some character development to her, but not even that is satisfying. Actually, I think the writers may have just failed with that one and I’ll explain why later.

So most of this episode is mainly centered around Moxxie and Millie who had to complete a mission for a client while Blitzo is taking care of whatever he has his concerns about, being his sister, Barbie. So, he leaves Moxxie in charge and the two arrive at this summer camp where the client was killed. To disguise themselves, they dress up as the opposite of their genders and they pretend to be brother and sister.

One of the issues I had with this episode is that, like always, there are up to three plots mixed in one pot. We have Blitzo trying to search for his sister, M&M completing their mission without Blitzo, and Moxxie all up in his feelings about his insecurities yet again. Like bro- why can't we just save one of these for ANOTHER EPISODE. Honestly, it’s not like we need a Moxxie episode anyway. We already have enough of that, and lets be real, no lessons are learned. Like this could've been a two-part episode where in the first part Blitzo is looking for his sister and we get a flashback on their childhood and why their relationship is the way it is, and the second part would be focused on Moxxie and Millie on their mission while Blitzo is handling what he's handling. Even then, Moxxie's insecurities could still be a side plot to that second part. But we can't have NONE of that, because the writers just have to rush everything!!

 -- So Blitzo is trying to visit Barbie at the rehab center. . . . through a window??? Like, why can’t you check in at the front door?  As soon as he sneaks in, he’s caught by one of the workers there who tases him and tells him to go away.

So when Blitzo asks about Barbie before leaving, she tells him,

"She's got a job now. A life."

A "job" that consists of illegal drug dealing? Unless this woman doesn't know what Barbie is really involved in, she shouldn't be vouching for her as if she got her life together. And it's also pretty ironic because this is a REHAB Barbie came from. Either the rehab didn't do a good job of helping Barbie or Barbie is so irresponsible and inconsistent, she just left and is using drugs again. Considering the results of her life now, I'm going for the latter.

-- Also, if Blitzo hasn’t seen Barbie in months, why does he decide now that he wants to visit her?? Why hasn’t he been contacting her until now.

-- So Blitzo shows up at the office while M&M are taking care of a client. Moxxie tries to talk to him about it, but Blitzo keeps brushing him off telling him, “Now’s not the time Moxxie!”

Dude! Just get the stupid mission out the way and you could look for your sister then! You got PLENTY of time right after! I don’t care how frustrated you are, you’re their BOSS! What’s the point in you trusting Moxxie to get anything done if you just end up talking shit to him in the end just to be a jerk??

-- Moxxie: Don't worry sir. We'll find your killer, and give him what's coming to him . . . And/Or her . . . .Or they . . . .

Just say "them". That should've been the first pronoun that comes to mind when you're describing someone you don't know the gender to. I might just be overthinking it, but if this dragged-on line might've been Viv's way of showing everyone that she and the writers are acknowledging the LGBT community, then . . . No shit, ma'am. We get it, more than enough of your characters have a sexuality that is anything but straight. We can't even count!

-- So M&M makes it to the human world in gender switched disguises and this is where Moxxie starts to become a nuisance from now to the rest of this show. They're hiding in the bushes, and they spot an obvious suspect of the murder. Millie correctly assumes he was involved, but Moxxie keeps brushes off her assumptions saying,

"That's all circumstantial at best."

My guy . . . . He has a whole bag of CASH and DRUGZ the client mentioned, he's holding a DRILL he most likely used to sink the boat to drown the client, and he's sneaking in a shed with a cautioned look on his face!! HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE MURDERER!! You're so hellbent on wanting to take charge and here you are already f**king it up!!!

So now Moxxie is wasting his time associating himself with these stupid adolescents to investigate even though the murderer was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!!! Like, he literally ignores him for the rest of the day, not even suspecting him in the slightest!! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one here???

-- Moxxie tries and fails immediately at this whole roleplaying shtick, lol! Nah cuz first off, how you just gonna barge in on somebody's conversation?? Much less approach these girls as if you know them?? You obviously didn't think things through. Also, seeing Moxxie act like a teenage girl is like watching SpongeBob in a dress with a southern accent.

Freakin' Bugs Bunny can pull off a better female disguise and he can act like ONE HELL OF A WOMAN. He'll make you question your sexuality without even trying.

What I'm trying to say is Moxxie is trying too hard with this roleplay and it's making me cringe.

-- Moxxie with try-hard valley girl accent: “I’m Moxxine and I’m the prettiEst gurl in my school! And all the bois want meee!”

“My favorite coloouur is hot-pink because normal pink is SOOOOoooo basic!”

“I gAt my first periAd last year... and it was sOOo heveey.”

“YEEou wAnnA be FrieeeENDs???”

Moxxine. . . . Do us all a favor and SHUT. UP.

-- Female Camper to Moxxie: “The f**k is wrong with your legs??”

One of the rarest of times in Helluva Boss where a human is actually questioning one of these characters’ very obvious demon features. But it doesn’t matter cuz they continue to act stupid for the sake of the plot throughout the rest of the episode.

-- Y’all see how these girls jump from making fun of Moxxie’s red skin to swooning over Millie and saying this-

“Look at how beautifully tan he is!”

Bish, both of them practically have the same skin!! TF!!!??

Also, I know Millie’s supposed to be a dude right now and the kids are supposed to fall for it and believe that she is a dude, but-

I don’t even understand the point of these gender-swapped disguises aside from them only to add comedy to the plot or something or to make it convenient for everyone.

Okay, let's just say this little shot of Millie turning around right here doesn't help. THIS does NOT convince me that Millie is a boy. Especially with them long AF eyelashes. If anything, she looks more like a tomboy with a pretty face.

-- I’m not gonna jump back and forth to Blitzo and his situation cuz I just don’t care and his little side plot seems unnecessary in this episode (or maybe just the other way around. This episode could’ve been about Blitzo and his sister). But the gist of it is that he’s asking around for Barbie’s whereabouts and he immediately gets violent if anyone even slightly questions him. And there’s even the part where he comes across a succubus (or incubus since he’s male) that has an asmodean crystal and he gets violent with him too, putting him at gunpoint to force him to open the portal to the human world. 

First off, I get that he’s desperate to look for Barbie, but is it really necessary for him to hurt people and force questions out of ‘em?? Are we really supposed to be siding with Blitzo here???

Second off, why does Blitzo even bother trying to force a succubus to open a portal with the crystal?? HE ALREADY HAS STOLAS’S GRIMOIRE! He could just go back to the office and use it there! Plus, it’s WAY too much of a coincidence that the portal would immediately take Blitzo where Barbie is, not to mention them being in the same summer camp that Moxxie and Millie are in. It makes more sense for the portal to stop somewhere randomly and Blitzo would have to continue looking for Barbie like he’s been doing.

-- So everybody is just okay with Millie practically killing these children? Like I get its just for comedy, but . . . . they’re still adolescents. These staff members should be fired.

-- Millie is feeling so happy and joy-joy over these kids liking her that she sings a song about it, which bored the hell outta me, so I skipped it. Why is she feeling suddenly ecstatic over this sudden fame?? As if she’s NEVER been acknowledged for her strength and skills before when she already gets enough of that from her husband, Blitzo, and her family. And even then, she wasn’t even that excited over those acknowledgements. Why is it so different with a bunch of random human beings you’re never gonna see again. I don’t even think Millie should be happy over this anyway. It’s not like these kids even like her genuinely. All there is her (or in their eyes, his) pretty face.

-- Why is there suddenly so much merch of Millie?? It hasn’t even been a day yet!!!

 -- Moxxie is sitting in the sidelines feeling jealous she’s suddenly gaining all this attention. He even tries to sing a song as Millie suggested that goes along the lines of

 “Hey! Pay attention to me! I’m better and prettier than all of you and you should like me! Pay attention to me! ME ME ME ME ME ME--”

Which is so out of character for him, btw. Like- WTF am I watching right now??? It’s just beyond embarrassing! You forget this is CHILDREN you’re singing too! Also, not to disrespect Richard Steven Horvitz. He’s a good voice actor and he played some awesome characters I like, but he is NO singer and he’s not even that good. I mean, he can stay on note, but that’s it. I don’t know what fans are going gaga about. Of course, this stupid song doesn’t work, and everyone continues to put their attention on Millie, so Moxxie walks off and cries like a bitch baby. . . . . No, I’m serious! He’s hiding in a tool shed and balling like a little petty teenager screaming, “Go away! Leave me alone. I wanna go home.”

Like bro- Did you just forget why you and your wife are even here in the first place?? Why are you even feelin all bad about a bunch of kids not liking you?? There not even that likable enough to be gaining attention from. And Millie trying to coax him and get him out of his temper tantrum is honestly stupid and embarrassing cuz first off, she shouldn’t have to and second off, she’s basically giving him the same advice she’s been giving him since the harvest moon festival when she shouldn’t have to. You see what I mean when I say this is another Moxxie episode with the same damn plot??

Viv and the crew are really screwing with Moxxie’s character here, from him being an untalented loser to him crying because he’s an untalented loser and suddenly getting jealous of his own wife (who’s suddenly talented at EVERYTHING for some reason). Like its kinda hard for me to even look at him.

Millie tells him once again to just do what he’s good at and continue to investigate by playing to his strengths, in which he keeps failing at the rest of the week, getting eaten by bears and sharks, hit with by a volleyball, shot with bow and arrows, y’know just constant Moxxie torture porn as if we’ve haven’t had enough of that already.

-- Excited for a concert she’s suddenly getting involved in (okay I thought this was a summer camp. Why is there a concert involved??) Millie shows up and tells Moxxie about it, not even realizing he’s not feeling the best of moods right now. Alright. . . . I know Millie’s having fun here, but she cannot be that unaware that her husband is having a hard time.

Now this where we finally get to see Moxxie and Millie having a serious argument for a change. And it’s pretty interesting to see. I was actually hoping to see the day where we see M&M fighting for once to show they're not always a perfect couple, and now here we are. Still, how the show goes about their argument doesn’t exactly work . . . . for either of them really.

On Moxxie’s end, he’s upset and jealous that Millie is practically a celebrity to these kids and suddenly goes off on her for it. And he had the absolute AUDACITY to say this- 

“We have a JOB to do, Millie! Meanwhile, you’re dancing for views!”

Um, EXCUSE YOU SIR- What do you mean, “We have a JOB to do”? You’re the one that wanted to waste your time associating yourself with these kids and investigate THEM instead of the actual murder who was right there under your nose!! You weren’t even worried about the mission this whole damn time! You were so stuck on wanting to get so much attention from these campers, you completely ignored it!

On one hand, you’re like, “HiiEEE! I’m Moxxine!! Everyone pay attention to me!” Not focused on your job AT ALL!

On the other hand, once you see Millie getting so much love, you’re like, “Millie!! We got a job to do! Stop paying attention to these people and focus on the mission!!”

Bro, this has NOTHING to do with Millie not being focused! You’re just jealous she’s getting the attention that you want. Like seriously- This is unrealistically so out of character for Moxxie! Why is he being such a hypocritical dick here???

On Millie’s end? She pretty much has every right to be upset with Moxxie because he was being unreasonably mad at her. But what she says here was completely out of nowhere!!

Millie: "For once, I feel like I . . . like I'm important!"

Frikin WHAT Millie!!??

What do you mean?? Since WHEN have you ever felt unimportant to anything?? Literally, WHEN was there a time when you felt inferior or second-best to ANYONE!! This entire show, you've been shown already to be much more stronger and talented than your freakin husband!! With looks, your fighting skills, and precisely everything else you've shown off this entire episode!! The only one who should be feeling unimportant, who HAS been feeling unimportant is MOXXIE!! From Blitzo whose been treating him like crap, to Loona whose also treating him like crap, to Millie's parents and everyone else in her family who don't even like him, to Striker showing off and trying to be better than him, his own damn FATHER, his ex-boyfriend, a ton of kids at a stupid camp-- Freakin EVERYONE is always shitting on Moxxie while Millie is getting the most acknowledgment. Are we sure Moxxie is the only one being selfish here??

Also, I can get that Viv, Adam, and the writers FINALLY gave Millie a certain character and development to her here, but it still doesn't work and they failed! Know why? Cuz once again, where did this sudden inferiority come from??!! Since when has Millie felt she was unimportant to anyone or unworthy of praise? She already gets enough love and praise from her parents. Blitzo always acknowledged her and is hardly mean to her at all. And of course she get's enough support from her husband who loves her more than anything and he always notices her. So honestly, she shouldn't be feeling unimportant to anything. 

Y’know, Millie’s side of the argument here would’ve made sense had there already been an episode just about HER! It would’ve made sense if we we’re shown that Millie had once felt unimportant and that she was no one to be proud of. Then we would’ve understood her side of the argument. But instead, the writers suddenly just drops some angst onto Millie out of nowhere with no kind of depth or build-up. We don’t even know why Millie is feeling the way she never felt before because it was never acknowledged.

And what’s worse is that this is another MOXXIE episode where we’re meant to pay more attention to Moxxie and his little insecurities for the FIFTH DAMN TIME! Where Millie’s feelings and development are only used as a tool for Moxxie to make up his development. Similar to Octavia or Stella who are used as underdeveloped tools for us to sympathize with Stolas and make him out to be a good person when he’s actually pretty selfish and terrible.

Lemme just jump to the next topic before I get off track here.

-- Moxxie finally continues with the mission like he should’ve done already, and he bumps into Blitzo. Realizing Moxxie is still getting the mission complete after a week, Blitzo replies with-

“THIS is why I don’t trust you with dick, Moxx.”

Bro stfu! The first time Moxxie brought it up to you in the office, you told him to get out and handle it on his own. You probably should’ve expected something like this. Also, how did you not realize Moxxie and Millie have been gone for a week??? You couldn’t have been that hellbent on finding your sister the entire time you couldn’t notice anything!!

-- Moxxie (about Barbie): Do you know her?”

Blitzo: Do I know her- That’s my SISTER, f*ckface!”

Ay man! Dial it back with the name-calling!! How was Moxxie supposed to know that’s your sister, especially with the human disguise?

-- OH!! So Barbie can have a human disguise while being an imp, but with Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie, Viv or any of the artist working on this show won’t take the time of day to come up with their human disguise!!?

Not that her human disguise is all that great anyway. Like, why are her arms and hands still the same, but with different skin.

-- As expected, Barbie turns out to be a bitch and unlikable. Like if you just take away her human form, you’d see a gender swapped version of Blitzo, and I’m not just saying that cuz they’re twins. It’s honestly disappointing, cuz I was actually looking foward to seeing her and was at least hoping there would be something good about her only for me to see her shaking her stuff to this minor. I mean- what the hell?? And NO Viv! It doesn’t matter if this boy is 18. Barbie is Blitzo’s age (around 30) with a huge age gap and it’s freaking wrong!! She even acknowledged that he was way younger than her when she confessed to manipulating him. She’s literally grooming this kid!!

-- How many times is Moxxie gonna fall in and out of being a great fighter!? He’ll be weakling at one point, to being strong the next, right back to being a weakling the next episode, being strong the next, and repeat. CAN HE FIGHT OR NOT??

-- I don’t like how we’re jumping back n forth to Millie wowing these campers.  Can’t we just focus on the fight? How is she doing all these tricks while playing music at the same time? That’s tiring as hell! Since WHEN was she a musician!! And did this bitch just swallow a whole literal SWORD!!!!

-- Okay, I’ll give it to ya . . . I laughed at that one.

-- Blitzo: Barbie wait! Let me help you. . . . . you’re clean now.”

No, no she isn’t.

-- As stated above, Blitzo wants to reconcile with Barbie, begging her to let him help her and even suggested they eat somewhere, but she immediately turns him down, telling him she never wants to see him again and to never look for her. But WHY though!!? What happened between these two? What did Blitzo do that was so bad, she ended up hating him?? How’re y’all gonna keep introducing characters that have bad blood with another and NEVER explore it the rest of the episode?? You see what I mean when I say this episode could’ve been about Blitzo and Barbie and what went on with the two??? But instead what we get is Barbie just being on screen for less than 4 minutes!!

-- HOLY MOLY SHIT, VIV AND ADAM!!! What the hell is it with y’all and these incest jokes!!!

Yeah, I know they’re not actually brother and sister, but to everybody else they are! If they were just gonna end up getting it on in the end, why didn't they just pretend they were boyfriend and girlfriend or something?? And y’all really couldn’t wait until you were in private where nobody is around.

How y’all like Millerd now?

-- Blitzo: “Gotta be honest Moxxie . . . . not to bad for your first solo mission.”

Moxxie: *Gasp* Really sir?

Blitzo: “Nah. . . . You’re a f*cking disgrace.”

Says the guy whose sister can’t even stand him!!?

And why is Moxxie sittin there and on the verge of tears? Usually if Blitzo is talking shit to him, he would talk back. If not that, he would glare and growl at him. And Millie! Why is it that every time your husband is getting shat on, you just sit there??!! Actually stand up for him instead of just sitting and glaring.

-- These animators really can’t keep up with where to draw Millie’s beauty mark. It’s underneath her corner of her eye in one shot to it being on her cheek in the next. Sometimes, it right beside her lip.

So yeah, this was just plain DUMB! To Moxxie’s character turning into shit, to Millie’s character development making no sense, to Blitzo’s being an unsympathetic jerk, to Barbie being a groomer and a jerk.

*Sigh* I need a nap.

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[nethartic]

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[marinerainbow]

I made headcanons for Roger and Jessica, and I plan on posting for other characters (especially Delores), so have some headcannons for

~The Toon Patrol~

~Smartass~

Unlike the others, Smartass actually studied the law. He had planned to become a lawyer, but when his criminal record caught up to him, he lost his license and officially started his gang.

One of his crimes was identity fraud. It's why he has so many names like Smarty, Smartguy, Wiseguy, etc (I know in actuality it was Disney trying to censor his name, but still).

He also used to be married but is now divorced. His spouse left him when they found out about his double life. Smartass will still offer relationship advice to those he's closest to but other than that he keeps that part of his life private. The only one in the group that knows his former relationship best is Stupid.

He loves the finer things in life. Just look at all that jewelry! He takes a lot of pride in his appearance and takes care of himself the most out of the other weasels (though why he still chooses not to wear pants or proper shoes, I have no idea). You'll get a smile out of him and a cheeky "I know~" if you compliment his appearance, but he won't really take it to heart unless you two are close.

In my last OC post, I stated I headcanon all toons have an artistic ability of some kind. Smartass' is writing. Slice of life stuff. If he wasn't a gangster, he'd probably make a pretty penny off of his writing.

~Greasy~

Similar to Smartass, Greasy also likes the finer things in life. But he doesn't put as much effort into his appearance (minimal/no jewelry, cheap cologne, just generally greasy, etc). It's like he's trying to put up the front of a well off man rather than actually be one.

He can appreciate art of all kinds, especially if it's centered around feminine beauty or intimacy. Writing, paintings, sculptures, whatever. Of course he's got the sleazy magazines as well. (@slashingdisneypasta actually inspired me for this headcanon with her own for Greasy).

He's Smartass' right hand man for a reason, and not just because they're friends. If he needs to, he'll focus solely on the job, he'll get things done, and he knows how to intimidate people. Not to mention his ability to come up with plans on the fly, like when he dropped the bricks on Roger. Tldr, he's more than just the silly pervert of the group.

He absolutely tries to get advice for women from Smartass since he had a relationship before. It doesn't work.

His artistic ability is playing the guitar, and I think he'd have a fairly decent singing voice. If he didn't snoop on women backstage, I can imagine him getting gigs at clubs like Jessica.

~Wheezy~

He's the gun expert of the group. He taught Stupid and Psycho how to properly use firearms and take care of them. Smartass and Greasy had more knowledge then those two, but they still learned a thing or two from Wheezy.

Despite his lean frame, he's the second physically strongest member, next to Stupid.

I don't know why, but I can see him liking nature documentaries. Maybe he finds them relaxing. Just imagine him puffing away at his cigarettes while listening to Liam Neeson narrate about the life of seahorses or something while on his downtime.

The reason why his whole appearance/demeanor is completely different compared to the others is that he was made for war propaganda cartoons. He has fabricated memories of being in the war, even though he was just made for cartoons. He mostly keeps them to himself, but sometimes he needs to talk to someone about them and get it all off his chest.

His artistic ability is playing the violin. I know that the violin/guitar case he carries in the movies was used as a way to hide the gun, but I still like the idea of him playing the violin. I can also see him get into wood carving.

~Psycho~

Psycho doesn't sleep often, but when he does his eyes remain open and he curls up. It looks just as freaky as it sounds. Only when he is completely relaxed is when he'll actually close his eyes while sleeping and let himself sprawl out.

You can tell he's excited at the prospect of killing Roger ("Time to kill the rabbit!~"), but he never makes a move towards Roger until it was time. As such, I think that Psycho can very easily be patient, as long as he knows he'll get what he wants in the end. One could argue that it was simply because the TP didn't get enough screentime, but I like this idea better.

Psycho needs something to do with his hands. It's part of the reason why he has his razor in his hands half the time and hugging himself the rest of the time. Honestly just give him a rubrics cube or something and he'll be happy and distracted for a while. He's also learned how to do plenty of tricks with his razor. It's impressive but scary too.

Psycho has plenty of animalistic habits. It's not like he's got the brain of a wild animal, he just communicates a bit differently. For example, he takes smiling with teeth as a threat and will threaten people that way, he can imitate plenty of sounds perfectly, etc.

Mirrors make him uncomfortable. In the bathroom, he'll hang a towel on the mirror while he does his morning routine, and he'll avoid the mirror section in home decor stores at all costs.

His artistic talent is drawing/painting. Sometimes he just draws whatever comes to mind, but he'll also draw specific people and places he wants to commit to memory. Anyone who receives a portrait of themselves from Psycho has pretty much gained the ultimate sign that they are important to him. I can also see him be able to play the accordian.

I'm not entirely sure about this one, but I still like it so I guess I'll let you guys decide what you think. The yellow swirls in his eyes will change color based on his emotions. Yellow is happy/neutral, red is anger, green is sick/disgust, and blue would be sadness (and pink for love)

~Stupid~

I did some research after seeing it on another blog, and it turns out propeller hats were seen as science fiction novelty items back then. So I think Stupid likes sci-fi stuff. He'd definitely be a fan of Star Trek.

Another thing he likes is sports. His bat isn't just his weapon, he genuinely likes baseball. He mostly just collects cards, but if he was ever gifted a ticket to a live baseball game, he would love that person forever.

And of course, cooking. He can't cook very well on his own, but he absolutely loves sharing recipes and talking about his favorite food. If he got a cooking buddy, the TP's kitchen will be used nearly 24/7.

Stupid is dyslexic. He legitimately can't read, or at least not very well. He likes it when other people read to him. Psycho is the one who reads to him the most, but Smartass will do it as well when he has time.

Out of all the Toon Patrol, he's pretty good with emotional support. He may not be the best with life advice, but he'll just be there to be an open ear and offer hugs (his hugs are the best, trust me). And sometimes, that's all you need.

His artistic talent is playing the trombone. He's also learning how to use the kazoo.

~The whole group~

In the movie, it's implied that Smartass has a bigger gang than just the four other weasels ("We got informants all over the city."). So my headcannon is that Smartass is the head of the weasel gang in Toontown, and the rest of the Toon Patrol are his best men that he chose to join in on Judge Dooms plot. There are other gang's in Toontown, like the wolf gang or the coyote gang (Wile. E was a former member before he got hired by Warner Bros), but the weasel gang is most notorious, especially after Judge Doom made them a police force.

I've seen at least two people headcanon that Smartass and Psycho are brothers, and that's cool to see! But personally, I headcanon that it's Stupid and Smartass that are related. Or at the very least were drawn to be a duo in their cartoons. They both have the same- if not similar- fur colors, and I don't think Smartass ever really physically hit Stupid. He threw the plunger at him to shut his mouth, but he didn't wack him on the head like he did Greasy and Psycho.

I actually don't think Psycho and Smartass get along. Psycho was pointing and laughing at his boss while he was dipped, so at the very least Psycho doesn't care too much about Smartass. One could easily argue that he was too caught up in his laughter to stop, but that doesn't explain why he put in the effort to point at his boss, making it clear he found his death amusing. Greasy was also laughing yes, but he didn't have the view Psycho did so maybe he thought his boss flew over the dip.

Smartass and Greasy have been friends the longest. Psycho and Stupid are best friends. Wheezy is easygoing, so everyone gets along with him.

Greasy and Psycho both go out on their own sometimes to do their own thing. Smartass knows what they're up to, and he knows they'll be back eventually, so his only rule is that they clean up after themselves and tell him where they are going so he knows where to look for them if they are gone for too long. Stupid and Wheezy are allowed to go on their own too, but they mostly just stay home (though Wheezy does go out on his own more than Stupid).

Smartass and Stupid are comedy toons, Greasy is a risqué toon, Wheezy is a generic toon, and Psycho is a horror toon. They all were villains in their respective cartoons.

They are toons, so technically they are ageless. Or at least don't age like humans. But if I were to give them ages, Wheezy would be 47 (born/made right at the turn of the century), Greasy 38, Smartass 35, Psycho 28, and Stupid 25. And from tallest to shortest is Stupid, Wheezy, Greasy, Psycho, and Smartass.

I hope you guys like these. Any questions you guts have, I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

#Toon Patrol #WFRR #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #Smartass Weasel #Psycho Weasel #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Disney #Disney villains #my own headcannons #greasy was a struggle for me since out of all the weasels i got the least headcannons for him #as well as Wheezy #i need to give them more love XD

[reallifetangent]

Hey, it's me, with another Ominis and Sebastian mini fic/headcanon.

This time i got a bit more violent and decided to plasm my perception of the MC (here named Mikka Callyps) and the Sebastian Storyline through Ominis.

Warnings? Mentions of death of characters and spoilers of Sebastian's Storyline.

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Ominis had a rough relationship with Mikka. Alright, they still were close even after the years at Hogwarts came to an end, but Sebastian's absence was making Ominis' heart getting smaller. His head losing track of spaces, his body feeling unwelcomed without his friend around. And even if Mikka was there to help him with the pain or whatever, he would never forgive them.

Ominis didn't need functional eyes to see how unfair was everything. And how normal it was for others. Mikka asked Sebastian to learn the Cruciatus Curse and casted it on him. Sebastian taught them how to cast Imperio, and nonetheless they casted it over Ominis in order to protect Sebastian. He also heard the hordes and groups of ashwinders or bandits slowly disappearing, not because they willingly left the towns around Hogwarts, but someone with great powers make them, even using recourses as violent attacks ending heavily injured or even dead, some using the Killing Curse. Sebastian knew how to cast Avada Kedavra. No one in their senses could teach it at Hogwarts, unless you were that insane.

Mikka, in Ominis'perception, were in love at first sight with Sebastian. And their actions proved that they would even kill for him. They supported the twisted ideas of Sebastian to get a cure for his sister just for the sake of Sebastian liking them back. Mikka got in so much troubles just to side with Sebastian, push him further in the madness and Dark Arts 'till the No Return point. And Sebastian liked having that kind of ally after Ominis didn't agree with it.

And he wouldn't have a problem with it if it wasn't of his best friend rotting in a reformatory or Azkaban, expelled of his life, while Mikka was walking like nothing mattered. Hypocrisy at its finest.

War Hero? History won't remember their name.

He was aware of someone he knew they did worse things and in bigger amount than his friend, who might secretly hid his will to kill his own uncle. He was having around a killer, someone who didn't need the Killing Curse to get rid of people dangerous for commoners. Mikka was walking free, with way more blood on their hands than all the students together. And his best friend was paying for a small mistake in comparison. Maybe he was biased to Sebastian? Probably.

The butterfly effect of Mikka getting into their lives made him lose his best friend, maybe forever. The domino effect of Mikka being so people pleaser that even himself fell for their charms and opened the chamber and way to Sebastian's insanity. He would never forgive the person he knew they were pushing so far their luck. It didn't matter they saved Hogwarts from Ranrok and something about a magic source so powerful... He would never perceive them as a saint, as someone who saved us all, someone who didn't do anything bad. Dare to lie to his face. Mikka was no saint. No matter what the world tried to show him.

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Tuna's the name art is my game! And I just be simpin for twst content. I mostly create content for Twisted Wonderland! But I'm happy to do stuff related to all of these: [ Twisted Wonderland, Splatoon, Genshin Impact, ProSekai Colorful Stage ]

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ABOUT ME

You can call me Tuna! I'm 18+, asexual, and nonbinary. I'm bad at interacting with others as I overthink, have trouble with social cues and have high anxiety. That doesn't stop me from simping for art and writing and all different kinds of work! >v< I love to see/ read/ hear about everything yall may make! I love learning about animals, marine life is the coolest. My fav games are rhythm games, farm sim type stuff, or horror games! As for art, I've been learning and doin art serious for ~6 years but I've loved the arts since i was a wee lil thing. I also like to play around, like flipping, running, hanging on stuff ya know general monkeying around. My favs from the stuff I listed before: TWST- Floyd, Jade, Azul, Rook, Lilia, Kalim, Ruggie Splatoon- Pearl, Marina, Frye Genshin- Venti, Klee (my main!), Tighnari, Ayaka, Qiqi Prosekai- all of Wonderlands x Showtime HONORABLE MENTION! : Natsuki Shinomiya (UtaPri) Games I like to play: Twst, Genshin, Prosekai, Bandori, Phasmophobia, Devour, Stardew Valley, Minecraft Also one warning, if you are asking insensitive questions or being extremely rude right off the bat with me, I won't hesitate bitch to block you ^v^! I'm not dealing with it! It's very hard to get on my bad side but once you are there's no coming back I promise.

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Merciless Chance

Sometimes, you have trouble deciding to make me suffer, mercy wins over and it makes you sad. Therefore you start using a system that falsely externalizes the decision to get the guilt and the mercy out of the way.

Every day is split in two. Half of the day you're at work, with me at your house studying or working while locked in the little room where you store me. When you get home, the other half starts.

You unlock the door and lie down on your bed. I give you a massage, then kneel next to your bed and when you give me permission, I go and use the bathroom, take whatever dirty plate from my storage place to the kitchen and wash everything that needs washing, I take a cold shower and when I'm done I kneel next to you.

You may then wait however you like, or order me to do something specific, but if you're done using me for the day and don't want anything in particular, you then role a die to decide my fate.

It might end up being a d20, it might start as a d2 and slowly build up, but it selects randomly from a list of ways you can make me spend the rest of the day.

Here's some of them.

Total sensory depravation. You restrain me in a comfortable position and restrict all my senses. Optionally, you could throw dice again to decide whether it's a comfortable position or not, or to decide if I'll be left with looping brainwashing audios, white noise, a single song, or just silencing muffs.

Sadistic immobilization. You get to use your creativity and evil brain to inescapably restrain me in some way that satisfies you, with no regard for how I feel about it.

Boredom. I can't move around the house but I'm not being tortured or sensory deprived, and I have no access to any entertainment. Just have to wait for the day to be over. Optionally, could be used to encourage reading.

Deep cleaning duty. I must be constantly ordering things or cleaning, resting will not be permitted until you are satisfied or it's bedtime. Optionally, resting is allowed but also decided by the dice.

On display. I must stay in whatever position you decide wherever you tell me to be, still, for the rest of the day. Restrictions might be optional.

Pet. You gag me, put my mittens on me and I must constantly stay at your feet (or have my collar chained to something), am forbidden from talking or signing and from using any sort of furniture. Must always be on the floor or at most on a blanket unless specified otherwise. I may be allowed to use the toilet.

Doll. You gag me, lock mittens on my hands, a hood over my head, and then you either lock me in storage, chain me to something, or simply allow me to exist, being able to move around but pretty much nothing else, a useless doll walking around aimlessly, eventually probably just lying somewhere, waiting to be used or for it to be over. You might add sound deprivation, you might link my extremities to limit motion, or grab me and use me whenever you want.

Good toy time. I am restricted in motion (either by linking my ankles together, being chained to something, or being locked in my storage room) but am otherwise free to use my electronics in whichever way I like. I can even (thoughtfully and without annoying) ask for things!

Toy Day. I get active care and praise, you let me take a warm shower, you wash my hair, let me eat tasty food, and attend to all my needs. (Freedom is not a need, I'm still your toy). You let me sleep on a bed and make me listen to an affirming audio on a loop detailing the things you love about me.

Maybe there are multiple variations of good toy time: gagged, only productive, only art productive, gagged + only productive, etc. These are there to balance out (a bit) against other, more horrible situations in order to give me hope. If you roll a die and I know 7/8 of the times I'll suffer, I'll just be expecting suffering from the start, but if theres a 40 or 50% chance that I won't suffer, then I'll be so much more heartbroken when I see that the number it landed on correspondes to "Sadistic immobilization".

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Xenoblade Chronicles: Definitive Edition (2020)

My first main exposure to Xenoblade was, as I'd imagine with a decent number of people, Chuggaaconroy's playthrough of the game. On first attempt to play it I'd admittedly not been that drawn into it initially, but Shulk's announcement for Smash 4 convinced me to give looking at the series another shot through his playthrough and this time I had to force myself to stop watching it halfway through for want to play the game myself and not be spoiled on everything.

Fortunately, I'd get my chance to do so in 2015 when the game got a re-release on the Wii U eShop, and I was pretty hooked on the game. Though I ended up pretty badly underlevelled from doing no side stuff because I wanted to see the main story continued.

I hadn't actually played the game since that initial 2015 run, until about now when I managed to pick up Definitive Edition and, being in a situation where I pretty much only had my Switch and 3DS for a game machine option, figured I'd use now for my second run through the game. Though this run of the game was now with both Xenoblade X and Xenoblade 2 well behind me, and not recalling as much of the game as I'd like, Definitive Edition and wanting a primer for when I get to Xenoblade 3 was enough of a reason for a revisit.

Effectively, these are my spoiler-free thoughts on what I recall from the Wii version, how that was improved in the Switch version and my general thoughts on the game as a whole. Future Connected will be covered later, I am yet to finish that. Once again, opinions are solely mine.

Changes from the Wii version

Surprisingly, not... much. The primary difference is the game used to look like this:

but now it looks like this:

Which, definitely a warranted graphical update, something had to be compromised to fit this on the Wii. Hell, I'm surprised they got the game on any version of the 3DS on that note.

The other main difference, of course, is the addition of the Future Connected story and the game's soundtrack being rearranged. I'm not that much of a music connoisseur so I'll leave my comment on the rearranges as 'sure they're generally fine, if not necessary'.

The game also added a separate time attack mode which gives a separate currency to buy items, armour, etc., which, cool, but i admittedly never did much with it personally.

Otherwise, the original version's story is left untouched and is largely 1:1 to the previous versions, so unless you really wanted to replay the game you probably just got Definitive Edition for Future Connected if you already had played any previous version.

World and Story

The primary draw of the game I found to be its worldbuilding and overall story. For those uninitiated, the game's setting is the corpses of two titans that died in a battle against each other, with the game focusing on the denizens of the Bionis, enduring attacks from Mechon, mechanical automatons from the Mechonis seemingly out to destroy all Bionis life. The game follows Shulk, the main protagonist, and companions he meets along the way as he sets out for revenge following an attack on his home, Colony 9, at the foot of the Bionis.

The world of Xenoblade 1 is easily my favourite aspect. Everything about it is phenonemal, between the setting conceptually to the vast areas you can explore while playing the game, it's one of the best open world experiences I've had in a game. The world is further enriched by entirely optional quests you can choose to do to see the relationships between a number of the citizens.

The game's story definitely overall hits as well, though I have some grievances, mainly that some characters end up oddly starved for their screen presence and often won't get suitable screen-time outside of Heart-to-Hearts, an effective equivalent to something like Fire Emblem supports.

Gameplay

The game's battle system follows a real-time system, with automatic attacks done at given intervals with the player able to execute special attacks, or Arts, at will. One player is designated as player controlled, with 2 other party members controlled by an AI. A primary gameplay feature is having visions of the future, notably a devastating enemy attack, to provide a window to respond by way of protecting the target or changing who the enemy is aggro'd towards to save the initial target.

The system definitely works, though I do have some slight issues. Mainly, only certain characters can be trusted in the AI's hands. Most notably, Shulk and Melia, the former frequently using Battle Soul (half HP to restore talent gauge) and Monado arts (fueled by talent gauge) for seemingly little reason, and Melia's elemental summon focus often being squandered by the AI for sake of extra damage. Generally though, the other party members play fine in the hands of the AI.

My second major gripe is some Arts having terrible frame data. Chief example is Shulk's Shaker Edge, an Art that inflicts Daze on a toppled enemy. Though the attack takes so long to actually come out, half the time the toppled enemy already recovered from Topple by the time it lands. Not the case with everything, but it occurs enough to be annoying.

Additionally, for doing optional quests along the way as you find them you're generally on track for staying on level the entire game without need to grind. This is the case until the final stretch, where everything suddenly level jumps by about 10 and most lategame quests become too challenging without grinding. It's annoying it lets down on that front so late in, but I suppose only the 100% players would be as concerned by that point.

And while I did praise exploration in the story segment for those reasons, on occasion finding low drop rate items can be incredibly tedious and is the main reason I did not go for 100% beyond bloating my 62 hour playtime to a 160 hour playtime.

Characters

For sake of not spoiling anything, I'll not be covering all characters and instead go over a few highlights.

Primarily, of the main party, Shulk and Melia were my easy favourites of the main cast.

Shulk manages to both be a pretty compelling main character while also being sort of hilarious, ending up going on this grand adventure when he's actually just this freakin nerd who wants to sit around and poke a legendary sword all day in a lab. His story transforms from one initially of revenge but later pivots to a more fundamental focus, and is generally executed pretty well.

Melia is one of the later party members to join, whose arc follows living up to her family's legacy primarily. Though in later parts of the game she's also a noted victim of the limited screen-time, with a huge gaps between her story relevant scenes.

The other party members range from generally pretty good to mostly... fine. Again, Shulk gets the majority of the screen-time focus, so the side cast are often left wanting.

Antagonists wise, not much can be said about them without spoilers, but of the roughly 10 or so primary antagonists I'd call one maybe my favourite character in the game, another not quite there for me but about as compelling, and the rest vary from pretty good to villain of the week, mostly on the latter side. Usually character writing is my compelling force for a game, notably with Fire Emblem, but in this case I have to admit I find the character writing comparatively lacking to the overall story and worldbuilding.

Soundtrack

The game's soundtrack was handled by a mix of Manami Kiyota, ACE+, Yoko Shimomura, and Yasunori Mitsuda.

Overall I do admittedly recall liking this game's soundtrack a bit more overall. My favourite tracks from the game are most likely Colony 9 (Day), You Will Know Our Names, Mechanical Rhythm, and the last few I'll spare mention of due to being far into late-game.

Though the game's main battle theme, Time to Fight!, is admittedly pretty underwhelming, and I don't recall too many of the game's area themes.

My single most disliked song in the game though is Vision of the Future, which plays when the future changes in a battle over whatever was playing previously. Even in boss battles. The future changes a lot typically, and it gets old very fast, especially when the battle theme in question is You Will Know Our Names. It's pretty rare that a given battle theme is exempt from being overridden by it.

Overall

On the whole, I definitely enjoyed my time with going through Xenoblade 1 again, though I admittedly felt far less drawn into it compared to my first runs. Maybe it's just getting older, knowing how the game plays out or being more aware of the game's flaws on this run, or something else, but I wouldn't put the game as highly as I might have done about 7 years ago.

Regardless though, the game is still a pretty good time around in spite of those flaws, and I'd encourage anyone who hasn't played it yet looking for a decent action RPG to give it a shot.

Xenoblade 2 is another game I want to give a similar revisit at some point, and I'm yet to play Xenoblade 3, so I'll cover those eventually. Next writeup will be for Future Connected.

Thanks for reading.

EDIT: had to put images in again because why does WEBP format exist

#media thread #media thread 2022 #xenoblade chronicles

[ooh-its-simp]

I'm having an awful week.... So here's random facts about me and this beautiful fucking hoe of mine 😩😩:

Shorter and I would get so high or drunk off our faces, we end up slow dancing to upbeat club music at a rave party

Learnt to get around New York City because of him

Shorter does the cooking coz he can't stand bland boiled vegetables and meat... not my fault it's good for you SHEESH =3=

He likes my baking at least.. and he's suprised that it ain't bland XD

During art school, I couldn't stop drawing him. (Also true irl, I will admit. Except art school being in America. I never left this oversized island before XD) And honestly still can't stop.

We argue over which consoles better. He prefers Playstation while I prefer Xbox.... then Ash slam dunks us with PC having mods, 4K and more games. Like bruh.

I call his motorcycle Red Steed

Shorter chose the gamer tag "The BFG" Which I've mistaken for as "The Big Friendly Giant"... but he was referring to the weapon in DOOM 4/ Eternal "The Big Fucking Gun" And of course he changed it after that convo XDD

Out of all of Shorter's friends, I can't get along with Ash. Simply because every game he touches beats my high score and I have to spend all day and night trying to reclaim the dozens of high scores =-=

Shorter would definitely hate my dad, especially while my dad's drunk and wouldn't hesitate to beat his ass. And he doesn't need my permission to either. Someone needs to knock some sense into that fool when he gets like that.

I swear Shorter teaching me Chinese and making me say it after him is his plan to kill me with embarrassment. But he convinced me he's being genuine by letting me teach him Te Reo... now I understand why he likes making me nervous XDD

Ngl I love it when he's emotional or sensitive, its so fucking sweet

I've met Nadia and she's so fucking cool, I love it when she talks about every single embarrassing story she has of her brother.. but Shorter hates it. Probably why he doesn't like hanging around his sister while I'm there, if he had to stay then he's probably thinking "Wow, they're bitches from different witches alright."

He never admitted that he was in a gang yet and I haven't admitted that I have PCOS, Diabetes type 2 or Hypertension... coz I have no idea what he'd do if he finds out this whole time we can't have a kid so easily or at all if it was ever decided ^^;... then again, what would I be thinking if he told me he leads a whole mafia and killed people before? o3o;

I play Fortnite and he hates seeing it on the TV almost every... Fortnite 👀 (bad pun ik XD)

Between me and Shorter, I'm mostly terrible to sleep with. I kneed him hard in the butt once in our sleep and now we have a pillow barrier between us.. still gotta get use to sharing a bed XD

I hate it when he watches me draw coz he knows I'm always drawing him

It was a surprise to me that he could do graffiti art and shamelessly flawless at it, but he has no idea why I'm making such a big deal out of it

I appreciate how he likes to talk about his culture, means he's closer to home than we think. Me? I rather be far from my home as possible tbh XD

If I had to explain how I fell for him, it was like a honey bee to a sweetpea... meaning his purple hair caught my attention like a colorful flower to a bee. And the flower turning out to be the sweetest of them all

Oh I love the manga version just as much, but he won't get my attention as easily no doubt, unless he approaches first, then hell yeah.

I never believed Shorter's his real name and he believes Nature isn't my name either XD

I can't remember (or haven't decided o3o) where our first kiss was but it was either at a party or at the old Freedom Tunnel

Speaking of first, we didn't know each others exsistance until we glance across the road

Okay, I'm finally done and was actually a lot of fun. But I think I can nap. Happy sailing, Shippers!

#The weeks just getting worst 😮‍💨 #i really need to get three jobs for my own house #would rather have nothing else on my mind #im a rambler not a chatter #anyone getting high tonight? #i am tired #really tired #tummy hurts too #im in love with him help #self ship community #self ship content #selfship #selfshipping #f/o #self insert #romantic f/o #shorter wong #banana fish #anime #manga #f/o gush #rambles #ramblings #long post #romantic f/o:💜🍍

[outoftheirdifferences]

Lauren for the character writing meme!

Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

Oh wow, I must confess did not expect to get one for her! I was prepared to write one for Angel or someone xD That said, I'm always happy to talk about my favourite OC, so thanks! :D

Well, first... and, I'd argue, most importantly to me: the fact that Lauren isn't just bitter rage-ball at the world all the time. I mean, granted, that actually was true of her when I first created the character; but I've developed her so much since then. Even still, though, it's all too easy for me to slip back into her being just rage and bitterness and forget all the nuances I've built up for her over the years, so I always need to keep this in mind.

Like... yes, she does harbour a whole lot of bitterness; but the thing is, it isn't readily apparent a lot of the time? She should have the freedom to look and act just like your average teenage girl a lot of the time - to have fun and laugh at dumb jokes and not just have every single aspect of who she is defined by her bitterness and nothing else. That has the added bonus, too, of when her bitter side does spill out... it's a shock to people around her, because she's actually seemed normal up to that point? It makes it much more impactful when it comes up unexpectedly, rather than being her constant mindset at all times.

(rest beneath the cut for length!)

Tying into that, there should be a balance in just how fighty and violent she can get. Again, originally, she would just lash out all over the place without regard for anything, whenever someone said something that touched on her specific area of vulnerability - that being, her parental issues. (This was, in truth, because she started out life as a minor bully in a story focused around an entirely different character, so it didn't matter that much - but she eventually just stole the spotlight entirely and became the main character herself!)

But the more I worked with her story ideas, the more I realised that it just didn't make sense... Lauren specifically doesn't see herself as mean, even in spite of her fighty tendencies. If she was beating up other kids left and right if they so much as breathed about having the caring parents that she didn't have, there was no way she could keep that view of herself... that, and she would probably have been expelled from her school five times over. Again, it's easy to fall back into writing her that way, because it was grounded in how I originally imagined her; but it's just not the truth of her anymore. She is temperamental, she does lash out... but she also has common sense and self-control, and unless she really feels like her issues are being deliberately poked at (or her friends threatened), the most she will do is seethe silently.

Third is that Lauren doesn't lie. It's not a matter of morals or principles for her; she just has never had reason to believe that it's worth the effort - in her mind, it just sets up worse problems down the road, no matter what the situation. If she doesn't want to talk about something, she will very determinedly not talk about it - she has being sullenly silent down to a fine art - and can be evasive like there's no tomorrow, but she won't outright lie.

So if she does lie, that's when you know that something is very, very seriously up.

Fourth: Lauren's closest friends mean more to her than ANYTHING. This is in large part because, even with not being angry all the time, she's still a very closed-off girl, and very, very guarded about letting people get close to her. After all, if she can't expect her parents to care about her, how can she imagine that anyone else will? So if someone does manage to get close, it's very little exaggeration to say that Lauren will defend them with her life. She very much has an 'I don't care what you do to me but don't you DARE hurt them' stance and becomes very protective of the rare person she gets close to.

Lastly, I guess, is just to remember that Lauren doesn't fear physical pain. She does have her fears - her greatest one is being rendered helpless and unable to fight back - but even with the changes mentioned above, at this point she has still been in (and lost) enough fights that they've toughened her up to the point where she honestly doesn't care if she takes a beating. She doesn't seek pain, of course, but she also doesn't run from it as long as she has opportunity to give as good as she gets.

#ooc #meme response #sxsamarantespacexsea #Thanks for sending this! :D #Always fun to get to talk about this girl ^^ #Lauren tag tbd

[willowwind78]

The Value of a Toothpick

In the wonderful world of hobbies lies the art of miniature painting. Taking something small, already useful and lovely in its own right and adding color to it because humans feel the need to make everything better. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

Miniature painting can be an incredibly cheap, fun and enjoyable hobby. It can also be an incredibly expensive, frustrating, and agonizing one. Sometimes, it is all of the above.

As I progress and learn in this hobby, I try to share valuable insights from my errors and my successes with anyone who bothers to read my blog. My dream is to make this a self-sustaining hobby. Sure, I'd love to quit my job as a minister and just paint but that does not appear to be God's will and so... here we are. Full-time minister. Part-time therapist. Occasional hobbyist painter.

I have a ridiculous paint studio for my capabilities and time. One day, I will count how many bottles of paint I have and shamelessly show them to you, today is not that day. Today, to make a short story long, I want to talk about how the f*c* do I paint those tiny pieces without making a mess of them. A question which I may have an incredibly cheap solution for as it seems to be working for me. All you need in addition to what you are painting is essentially a toothpick and super glue. In addition to those supplies I highly recommend a disposable surface cover and some poster putty or my preference, museum wax and sometimes a few random household objects.

This is what we are about to do.

Here is why toothpicks are so valuable:

They're cheap

They break easy

They're pre-pointy

They are disposable or reuseable

They are readily available

Is that enough reasons for you? I could probably come up with more.

I prefer to use the gel super glue. While the gel dries slower, it stays in place allowing you to make a droplet which regular superglue does not. Once you squeeze out a teeny tiny droplet of glue, you spin the toothpick around like you would an ice cream cone if you worked at Dairy Queen. You can either place the droplet directly onto the bulb of the hand where it will eventually connect to the miniature or you can leave it on the toothpick. Whichever works better for you and the model, it varies.

All you are going for is just to make a temporary connection. You can see here how just the tip of the droplet touches the hand and just the tip of the toothpick connects. WE ARE NOT MAKING A PERMANENT BOND HERE. So don't go all handsy and squish the two together, we're just making a connection here. For smaller weapons, the connection only has to hold on long enough to prime the weapon and then attach it, for larger weapons we're going to leave it on the toothpick while we paint.

You do not want to get superglue anywhere that needs primed! That's why we are placing the toothpick on the bulb which will be hidden inside the miniatures arm at the connection point.

Some things to keep in mind:

Use as little glue as possible, enough to connect like a polite kiss, no tongue

Make sure you are attaching the toothpick where it won't get in the way of painting. This is especially true of shields and large axes like you can kind of see in the lower left corner of the picture

Make sure you are not gluing your miniature or the toothpick to your work surface

I have found this is quick and easy to do. The weapons can be very smoothly snapped off once they are primed or painted with minimal need to remove excess glue unless you got handsy.

Here's what the poster putty or museum wax is for:

Some miniatures, particularly shields, need to be attached perpendicular to the toothpick, like the letter T. Or, some miniatures like to roll around and be a pain in the ass. Take a small ball of poster putty or museum wax, pea sized at the largest, set it on a non-stick surface, a plastic notebook cover as you see here or a silicone baking mat if you wanna get pricey, gently flatten the ball of tackiness with your finger and then SET, not squish! Set the miniature on the tacky surface so it stand up, add tiny drop of gel super glue, lay the toothpick on it and ta da! You may need to use the poster tack or museum wax to hold the toothpick at the correct angle and allow for it to dry. If you do this, remember to very gently remove the item from the tackiness by its most secure point, most often this will mean lifting the mini off the tack by the mini NOT the toothpick. This is a gentle temporary hold. If you rip it off by the toothpick you will likely rip the toothpick off the miniature.

Then you have this! Doesn't this look way easier to prime than trying to hold all those little pieces in your hand or on a stick, or whatever else you're trying to do?

The base you see here is the plastic that came inside of hair straightener I recently purchased. A Styrofoam takeout container works amazing for this too. Now, you can hold on to the container or set it on a surface you don't mind getting paint all over and spray away!

When you're done, simply snap the little pieces off their sticks and carry on with your life. Easy. Cheap. Effective. You can also leave them on the stick which has a pointy end and can be stabbed into any number of various objects like soft cork, flower arranging foam, fruit, mushrooms, whatever you have handy to be used as a larger handle for painting.

This concludes your How Not to Paint Miniatures lesson of the day. One day this will appear in video form on my YouTube page. Ahh... the dream... Hope this helps!

#miniature painting #how not to paint miniatures #painting miniatures #dungeons and dragons #d&d #toothpick #versatility #whatever works #priming miniatures #tiny objects #how to hold small objects for painting

[coffee---bean]

a summary for class

so we have a check-in assignment, where we write around 300 words about our work and share our ideas with the class. i really struggle communicating my idea cos its really wacky and draws from a lot of ideas and pulls them together in a weird way.

but here goes!

i think the title of the work is gonna be "shout out to big jesus". i like the feeling it gives of "big trouble in little china" or something. i like saying "shout out" to stuff that i'm kind of ambivalent to just cos its a sort of stupid and fun thing to say when u don't have anything to say. i think that fits the work, i really don't have a really really strong feeling one way or the other about big jesus, i just wanna point them out. and the idea of "big jesus" is just the various jesuses we have and think about, everyone with a personalized one. idk i think of it like "big tech" or something, like there's some nefarious company producing our jesuses for us at premium prices, and also the nefarious vibes fit the idea of the work being a mind-control device. plus i just feel like the kind of person who says "shout out to..." would also call jesus "big man" or "big guy" or something, which i find really funny. i mean that's basically the exact point of the work, turning jesus into a regular ass weirdo.

anyway that's not the 300 words but it's called

SHOUT OUT TO BIG JESUS

"shout out to big jesus" is made out of plungers and pvc piping and it's a giant contraption kind of similar to a fishing rod which i'm gonna use to convert people to christianity.

i will catch someone in my trap and begin playing them a film with stereo audio, voices and music panned left and right, and a screen showing two images. on the right, quotes from big jesus will flash in muted colours and black-and-white, and on the left, images and videos will flash in brighter stranger forms. when the process is over, the box will be reeled back up.

the work is inspired by lots of things! it's inspired by the outsider art of royal robertson, the editing and animation style of the final episode of neon genesis evangelion, memes, the theory of the bicameral mind, the matrix and h.r. giger's design work, the band "everything everything" and their album "re-animator", the youtubers femboy fishing and contrapoints, my experiences with scientology, my conversations with religious people trying to convert me, the video game series metal gear solid (especially the 2nd and 5th game) and this video:

this work is meant to be an awkward ram-shackle embarrasing experience, at least for me, the person who's doing the fishing, and probably for the person being fished, unless they're really into this sort of thing. it's a work of art that can only be experienced on your own, even i won't really be able to see or tell what you might be thinking or feeling. you won't be able to see the outside world very easily while you're being fished. it's gonna be a weird feeling, i definitely don't wanna encourage anyone to take part if they wouldn't feel comfortable being in that position.

the core of the work is the audio/video presentation inside the box, but the context of the sculpture is vital for the psychological effect i want to create. i want people to wonder what they're gonna see in the box for a while, to build anticipation seeing someone else sitting there experiencing it while they aren't and can't. i want people to not be able to really explain it easily once they have seen it because it's really weird and not closely aligned with anything easily recognisable.

umm i've gone over 300 words, so that's it! there you go.

#screen arts #Youtube

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Alpha Energy - Part 1

- Knox -

It's said that God created man in his own image.

Everett calls bullshit on that.

No way is God responsible for someone like Knox.

A man who probably prefers chaos over tranquility.

His entire aura reeks of mayhem, savagery and death.

The vivid images of Shaun bleeding out on the floor of Club Inferno tumble out from the dark corners of Everett's mind whenever he tries to give his abductor the benefit of the doubt.

God didn't create Knox.

The devil did.

"You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm getting into that filthy bed with you," Everett slaps Knox's hand away from his face before turning around to snatch all the covers off the bed, including a pillow. "How often do you wash these sheets?"

"Once a week. Sometimes twice if I had company over."

"Ew. People willingly sleep with you?"

"Contrary to what you think of me, I'm not some dirty unhinged animal," Knox says. "As you can see, my bedroom is spotless. Not a single beer bottle, soda can or empty pizza box in sight. I value cleanliness despite my messy line of work."

Everett raises a judgmental brow.

"And if I were to look under your bed right now?"

"You'd find nothing but a shoebox full of mementos."

"Lies. It's probably where you keep souvenirs from all your victims... a tattered old shoebox stuffed full of teeth, fingernails and locks of hair. I know a psychopath when I see one."

Knox's laughter fills the room, something close to amusement twinkling in his eyes as he watches Everett get settled on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"You're serious right now?"

"As the heart attack I wish you'd have, yes I am."

"Fine. If your stubborn ass wants to sleep on this rock-hard floor, then by all means, be my fucking guest. I won't beg you to reconsider."

Everett curses under his breath after Knox stomps his way into the bathroom.

Everett hears the faint sound of clothes hitting the floor, then the shower turns on a few minutes later.

He doesn't think twice about taking advantage of being unsupervised.

He tiptoes to the bathroom and peers inside.

Knox didn't shut the shower door all the way, so Everett can see every inch of him from behind.

A massive tattoo covers his entire back. It's of an angel wearing a broken crown, a few feathers falling from its enormous black wings.

The amount of detail put into the elegant work of art would've brought a tear to Everett's eyes if he cared.

Too bad he doesn't.

More important matters are at stake, and getting his cell phone back takes priority over everything else.

'Pull it together, Everett. Don't get distracted.'

Glossing over Knox's plump ass and muscular thighs the size of a tree trunk, Everett spots Knox's jeans lying on the floor by the toilet.

Everett's cell phone is hanging out of the left back pocket, just begging for someone to snatch it up.

'This is such a stupid move but I have to try something.'

Everett crouches low to the ground and takes two steps forward, his right arm extended as he reaches for the jeans.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, kitten."

"Ah," Everett shrieks and staggers backward, landing on his ass. "What the hell, man? Do you have eyes in the back of your fat head or what?"

Knox turns around slowly, his grey eyes blazing.

He's dripping wet and covered in suds of soap, unashamedly flashing all that the devil blessed him with.

Everett can't help but lower his gaze.

How can he not look?

Apart from Knox's fat head, his fat cock is the second biggest thing on his body.

It's intimidating even while flaccid, long and thick, slightly curved.

Overall impossible for any normal human being to take inside themselves.

"Unless you need my help with something, I suggest you get up and leave."

Knox snaps his fingers when Everett doesn't immediately respond.

"Hey. Eyes up here."

He gestures toward his face, smirking while Everett picks his jaw up from the floor.

"I'm starting to remember how you called me a pervert earlier..."

Everett scowls and stands on wobbly legs, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I want my cell phone."

"You'll get it back when I decide to give it to you."

"Why are you being so damn difficult? I just want to check on my friends and let my parents know I'm still alive. If you won't kill me, then at least let me have this one thing."

Knox shakes his head and returns to showering.

"Not right now."

Everett yells every curse word he can think of as he grabs the closet thing beside him, a bottle of air freshener sitting on the bathroom sink.

He chucks it at Knox, who narrowly avoids getting his head split open by the metal can.

"I can't wait to kill you in your sleep tonight."

"Would fucking love for you to try it, kitten. All the more reason for me to tie you up and never let you go."

Knox winks at Everett and it does nothing but get under his flushed skin.

"I hope you slip and fall in there."

Everett flips Knox the bird before spinning around and marching straight for the bedroom door, opening it and slamming it shut behind him.

The chances of him finding the exit before getting caught are high, but it beats sitting around doing nothing.

Anything is better than succumbing to the dark thoughts presently bouncing off the walls of his mind.

The amount of therapy he'll need after this will surely end up costing him triple of what he currently owes in student loans. Jeez Louise, how big is this place?

The Fallen Angels live in a large three-story house that feels never-ending and is way too tidy, considering it's home to a group of rowdy bikers.

Everett walks past bedroom after bedroom, and the few people that he crosses paths with don't look at him twice.

Do they already know that he's here because of Knox, and not by choice?

Is it pointless to ask someone for help?

'This is what I get for messing with bad boys.I swear I'm only dating librarians after tonight... if I'm lucky enough to make it to tomorrow.'

Everett sniffles his way onto the first floor.

He slows to a stop a few feet away from the spacious kitchen, which is where he finds a group of scantily clad women.

They're sitting at the kitchen table talking and laughing.

When a short blonde dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy panties locks eyes with Everett, she points and makes him the center of attention.

"Look. There's the kid who fucked Cole up. Scrawny little thing, isn't he?"

"Yeah. Not Knox's type at all, but he's already been in his bedroom." Another woman whispers, though not low enough.

"Why is he keeping him around?"

"I've asked myself the same thing about a thousand times," Everett interjects, boldly staring ahead.

The woman talking shit swiftly blushes from embarrassment.

"Well, this just got awkward..."

"Not at all! Come on over and have a seat, sugar. I heard you're stuck with us for the night. Or several."

The pregnant redhead smiles and waves him over.

She has kind green eyes and is the only one at the table sporting a gigantic rock on her left ring finger. 

"Don't be shy. We don't bite."

"Oh, I definitely bite," the blonde laughs and then stands to offer her seat up.

"But my man isn't one for sharing, so you have nothing to worry about around me."

"Yeah, no... I don't swing that way anyway, so I guess I can say the same to you," Everett replies, making most of the women crack up laughing.

He takes the blonde's seat after she leaves.

"Does anyone have a phone I can borrow? Mine is presently being hijacked by the asshole you all call Knox."

"Hey, now. Watch how you're talking about my best friend."

The redhead teases, lightly bumping shoulders with him.

"None of us are stupid enough to go against Knox, so I'm afraid we can't help you there. But if you're hungry or whatever, there's a pot of lasagna in the oven and tons of snacks in the cupboards. Make yourself at home."

"No," Everett shouts, slamming his hands down on the table as his frustration boils over the edge.

"This isn't my home. How are you people okay with me being kidnapped? Does this happen often around here? I could literally die tonight and you'd all be accomplices to my murder. Are none of you fucking bothered by this?"

"Ladies, can you please give us the room?" the redhead softly announces, showcasing she has some sort of power around here apart from the men.

[bbyheedeungie]

Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

--

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

#enhypen au #enhypen imagines #kpop imagines #enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunwoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen ni-ki #enhypen ni ki #enhypen niki #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon imagine #enhypen android au #enhypen robot au

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden----Anonymity Ch.5 (NSFW!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

'Cassandra's favorite', the other maids call you.

You can't tell if they mean it as a good or a bad thing. Hell, you can't even tell which of the two it really is.

Being her 'favorite' does not make you immune to harm in any way; bruises litter your shoulders and sides from when she grabs you too forcefully and cuts from her nails sting at your neck and stomach, renewed each time she comes to take a kiss.

None of that existed back when you were something of zero interest to her. On the other hand, she's told you several times you're 'a thing of beauty' --her thing of beauty-- and she won't let anything ruin a natural piece of art.

If you know anything about Cassandra, it is that she takes art very seriously. Your interpretation of the word greatly varies from hers, you're sure, but it doesn't change the fact she won't easily raise a sickle on you.

Cassandra won't break you. She won't let Daniela do so, either. Bela doesn't even care to hurt you. It means you're safe for now...

Unless Lady Dimitrescu decides you're best taken away from her daughter. Permanently. You don't dare meet her eyes, but you can feel them on you, scrutinizing, every night at dinner.

You're pretty sure she knows.

The thought sits heavy in your mind while you're cleaning bloodied steps off a corridor at three in the small hours of the morning, along with another maid. Adella is a quiet and hardworking one; the two of you make a good team and you know you'll be done in record time.

But it only takes a single moment for everything to go wrong.

Adella is hastily walking back to you with a bucket of fresh water in hand when you hear a different set of steps approach from the side. You make to warn her, but it's already too late.

The collision happens at the turn where the two passageways meet. As soon as you see black robes dripping wet you pray to whichever God will listen for mercy.

Because Cassandra has not been in a good mood all night and she is not the understanding type regardless.

Adella gasps and shakingly backs away, a waterfall of apologies spilling from her lips. Cassandra rolls her neck and draws her sickle, advancing on her slowly. She looks terrifying.

"Don't move now." she orders.

And you just- can't watch this. You don't know why, but the realization you cannot hits you like a speeding truck. You can't stand there while the the woman you frequently kiss cuts away at a girl you know is as good and compassionate as a human under your circumstances can possibly get.

You react.

Before you can even think how impossibly stupid you're being, you drop the mop in your hands and dash forward, crashing into Cassandra's form. Your right arm wraps around her waist and your left grips at her wrist like a vice. Your heart is pounding. You don't even know what you're saying;

"Cassandra, no! Please. Don't." Cold and rigid as she is, it may as well be a statue you're holding. "Cassandra, stop. Please." Once impulse dies down, you realize you've just signed your death wish for two seconds of playing hero.

And you thought you were smarter than that. Ha. But maybe, just maybe, part of you wants to die, so long as it's quick and painless.

With Cassandra, though, you doubt it. Especially with how lethal she sounds when she says:

"You. Disappear." You hear, rather than see, Adella scurrying off for her life. "As for you..."

You only register a blur, nausea, cold nails piercing at your neck, over already existing marks. You are shoved into the nearest wall so powerfully you can't breathe for all of ten seconds. It's a wonder you don't hear any cracks from within your body.

Cassandra is on you, her fingers harsh on your chin and breath chilly on your lips. "Good pets don't bark against their own masters. What made you so bold, hm?"

You don't answer, too busy summoning your mental strength for what comes next. The way her eyes and the lines of her pretty face have hardened, she looks nothing like the flirty girl who comes to steal kisses from you at random times during the night.

"Maybe I've been too nice to you. The first time you call my name and it's for some other maid?"

She looks like she wants to let out a bitter laugh, break something and slice you into stripes simultaneously. And then you realize; Cassandra is jealous.

It doesn't get any worse than that.

"Maybe I should make sure you never say anything again." The corner of her lips curls up in dark amusement as she talks. "You don't talk much, anyway."

Well. She did say she wouldn't let anyone ruin your looks. Never promised anything about what's on the inside.

You're shaking, even if her grasp doesn't leave much room to do so. Your brain is restlessly trying to come up with something to get you out of this mess-

"I'm of way more use to you with my tongue intact." you somehow manage to speak without stuttering. It makes you wonder where the hell this confidence came from.

Cassandra stills for a moment. Her grip eases the slightest amount, probably from surprise.

You wonder what the hell you're even doing, yourself, when you bring your hands to her sides and lean in, to the curve of her nice jawline. You've never kissed her neck before, but you remember from the times you've given her a massage that she's very sensitive around it.

Cautiously, you press your mouth to the soft spot under her ear.

She smells so good and her skin feels so smooth you're not exactly forcing yourself to kiss her. If you're going to be mutilated anyway, the part of you that must be severely messed up muses, you may as well take some pleasure for yourself beforehand. Who knows, it may change her mind along the way.

So you lick her there and suck over her faint pulse. You don't get any stimuli from her, at first.

Until her hand trails from your shoulder to your nape, urging you harder against her. It's the green light to keep going.

You put all your skill into it as you lavish her neck and collarbones with open-mouthed kisses. She's loose and moaning low in her throat now.

You can't tell why, but the sound echoes right though your adrenaline-induced system, tickles down your spinal cord to pool low in your stomach. You either had a kink for danger you never knew of, or you developed one in the castle.

Whatever the case, your fingers are working on the buttons of her outfit and she doesn't seem like stopping you has even crossed her mind.

When the robes barely hang onto her shoulders, Cassandra maneuvers you to the closest room, shuts the door and presses you against it. Hard. Your lips slide together hungrily. You taste wine on her tongue.

At this point, your hands are the only thing supporting her outfit on her. She looks too fucking sexy for words like this, half-undressed, lipstick smeared, so turned on and ready for you. But you also want to see more of her, so you let the black fabric drop.

She's getting impatient, though. Being more vocal, tugging your hand to the apex of her legs.

"Cassandra." you moan when you push the midnight lace of her panties aside and touch her. She's so wet.

Her mouth falls open in a soundless gasp, brows drawn softly. "Oh, you're lucky I like my name on your lips." she says, breathless.

You did start this trying to prove to her how useful your tongue can be attached to your body, however... so it's only fair that's how you finish it.

Finish her.

Cassandra looks dazed and confused when you kneel in front of her, but it's quickly replaced with a broken moan when you take her into your mouth. You revel in every single gasp you coax out of her, every minuscule shake of her perfect thighs.

She bites into her own hand when she reaches her peak, nails leaving four parallel marks on the wall.

You're gentlewomanly enough to pull her outfit up for her while she's coming down from her high. Your gaze takes its sweet time admiring the contours of her chest as you button it closed. She really is the most attractive girl you've ever seen, if you somehow don't take into consideration her body count.

"Good?" you ask when she opens her pretty eyes to look at you.

"It's not cute to be smug, plaything." Cassandra makes a soft grimace at you, though you can see the lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lip. "But. I suppose your tongue has its uses to me, after all."

You gently push off the door to let her exit at her leisure. The movement makes you realize you won't really be able to move tomorrow, with how sore you already are.

To your surprise, Cassandra takes a moment longer in the room.

She turns back to you and raises her hands to your torso, then carefully adjusts your wrinkled shirt. Her long fingers smooth over the imperfections she caused...

And you don't know why after everything the two of you just did, it's this that feels the most intimate.

The same digits brush over your throat as she pulls away.

By the time your mind starts working right again, Cassandra is already gone. Absently, you trace over the weeping scratches on your neck.

-

-

Later, at the main hall of the castle...

"Oh, boo, look who's late again." Daniela rolls her eyes at Cassandra's fashionably delayed arrival.

"Surprise, surprise." Bela smirks, casually leaned against the side of the fireplace.

"Are you two done being insufferable or should I come by later?" Cassandra asks.

"And scar our ears and minds with another round of your 'oh's and 'ah's, sister? I think not." Daniela comments.

Bela raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Had a nice time?"

"You two have very active imaginations, you know? Tells a lot about you." Cassandra chuckles. "She was just giving me a massage. But do go on. Be thirsty. I can wait."

Daniela and Bela share a look, thrown off their game by the nonchalance.

Cassandra hides a smirk under her hood and steps out first, into the peerless dark.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #fanfiction #the thirst is real in this one guys #you have been warned

[rikumorimachisgirl]

Title: Eyes on you

Pairing: Shaw x You

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,901

A/N: You (Y/N) are not the MC in MLQC. This is a plunny that's been bugging me for quite a while, I had to write it. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC or its characters, but I do own the concept of this fic.

There were a few mysteries in this world that the esteemed Archeology Graduate Professors at Loveland University can't explain - for instance, the formation of the Stonehenge, the exact location of the lost city of Atlantis, the origin of the Nazca lines… and your presence at the Metro Art Gala dressed to the nines, positively gleaming as you strode arm in arm with your classmate and Thesis partner Shaw, who seemed like the perfect gentleman that evening. Thanks to your work at the Loveland Museum, you scored two invites to the gala featuring the recently discovered works of a well-known artist - an event any Archeology fanatic wouldn't let pass. The two of you walked along with LFG's Exhibition Hall, pausing occasionally to admire one of the recently discovered sculptures by the Renaissance artist D'Romani. As you both looked at the intricacies of the artwork in front of you, your charming companion would lean in slightly and whisper something in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes or stifle a giggle. 

To the guests in the prestigious gala, the two of you looked like two young people at the cusp of falling in love, but the members of the Faculty of the Graduate School of Archeology saw it differently - this was a real-life mystery if they'd seen one. 

As your eyes swiftly swept through the entire room, you could see that your professors only had one question in mind - how'd this happen? How did two people as different as day and night, who argued with each other throughout Graduate studies, end up amiably enjoying each other's company tonight? 

You drew a sharp breath and sighed. The answer was simple: Your Thesis defense was right around the corner. You needed him to cooperate, you were willing to go to great lengths to make it happen. And your Thesis partner (unfortunately) was ready to take full advantage of the situation. 

***

"Tell me why we're doing this again, " you said through the door that separated you and your date, as you were putting on the dress you bought (or invested on, as he casually stated) for tonight's gala, which he insisted on attending with you. It was six in the evening on a Friday, and you had just arrived home after cramming your workload at the Loveland Museum and foregoing your meal breaks just so you could leave work at exactly five-thirty. 

"I already told you a couple of times - you want me to cooperate with you so you can pass our Thesis, and I need a reason to be around her," the purple-haired man waiting at the other side of your bedroom door called out nonchalantly. "You can drop your fantasy about me asking you out because I'm attracted to you."

You hissed silently at his snarky remark and counted to ten. You haven't even left your apartment yet you already wanted this night to be over. "How do you even know she's gonna be there?"

She - the Miracle Finder Producer, the object of your Thesis Partner's fantasies, and as fate would have it, his brother's girlfriend. 

"They're doing a show featuring our Thesis adviser. Didn't he tell us about it during our last consultation?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I wasn't listening," you shot back, as you took off your ponytail and started styling your hair with your curling iron. You chose a one-shoulder fitted black dress that stops right above your knees, so you thought of wearing your hair down for a change. 

"Ah, yes. You were too busy looking at your notes, trying to prove me wrong as always."

You closed your eyes, as you continued to make big beach waves and prayed to the gods you wouldn't commit murder tonight. 

"How much longer are you gonna take?"

"Excited much?" You asked, smirking while you now removed your glasses and put on your contacts. "You sound like a teenager excited to see his crush in a school fair!"

"Don't compare me to you!" 

"I don't have designs on anyone in the party," you called back. "Unless your brother's attending the event, that is. From what you've been telling me, he seems like a great guy."

Silence. You arched an eyebrow as you strained your ear to listen for any sign of life outside your bedroom door. What must your grunge-rock skater boy-turned-date-for-the-evening be thinking? 

"Do you want to pass our Thesis or not?"

You struck a victory pose at his remark. Finally, one point - you, Shaw - about twenty. 

"Are you done yet? This suit is really uncomfortable. Damn, why do people even wear these?"

"Because they're decent?" You shot back. "You know, you can always go home if you're not comfortable in your attire because when we get there, you need to act decent, too. Can't have your usual swagger in a formal affair."

"Just hurry it up already!"

You rolled your eyes as you applied your nude-colored lipstick to finish off your look before putting on your black stilettos, and stuffing your phone, wallet, and your makeup in your purse. 

"All done," you replied, as you finally emerged from your room. 

***

A part of you wished that the dynamics between you and Shaw were different. While he was a pain in the neck, and too carefree for his own good, you also thought he made for a good intellectual sparring partner, quite attractive, and it was hard to deny that he's got your heart beating double-time whenever he got too close for comfort like he was at that very moment. 

"My, you two kids seem to be having fun tonight."

You gasped, at the sound of the voice behind you, and you felt your date nudge you ever-so-subtly while straightening.

"Hey, Professor Adler," he said in his usual unruffled tone, his lips stretched into a smirk as he held his hand out to your Anthropology professor and Thesis adviser, who watched you both amusedly. His gesture made your eyes shot wide open, you thought they'd fall right off. Shaw shaking someone's hand? That's one for the books. 

"Shaw. Fancy seeing you here," the stout middle-aged man greeted while shaking your date's hand. "This isn't your usual scene though."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't exactly turn a pretty lady down, can I?" 

"I can see that," your professor said as he looked at you appraisingly. "Well, well, you clean up well, Miss (y/n)."

You fought the urge to squirm at the older man's words when you heard your date cluck his cheeks with his tongue and suddenly felt his arm around your shoulders, pressing you protectively close to his side. 

***

"All done!" You happily announced as you stepped into the living room of your small apartment where your date was impatiently waiting for you. 

You could've sworn he was stunned for a second or two before he shook his head and tried to regain his usual impassive expression. Finally, he stood and walked closer to assess you better. 

"You're not wearing your glasses. I thought you said you're practically blind without them?" 

You cocked your head to one side. Out of all the things he could've complimented or called out, that's the first thing he noticed? 

"Wouldn't it look awkward if I wore glasses to a formal event?"

"Your hair is all curly," he continued as if you didn't say anything. "And your shoes are so tall, won't you trip? Also, surely you have a jacket to go with that dress, right?" 

You stared at him in disbelief. Why did this carefree, bass-playing skater boy turn into your dad all of a sudden? 

"Uh…"

"Well, at least you're not wearing red lipstick. You don't have to try too hard to look sexy. Geez! I've got plans of my own this evening, so don't expect me to be your bodyguard," he continued to mumble as he circled around you. Before long, you felt something warm and heavy on your shoulder. His coat?

"It's just until we get to the venue," he shrugged as he led you to the car he borrowed for tonight. "I don't want people seeing you freeze to death."

You sighed, your shoulders slumped as you followed your date to the car. You already expected he wouldn't throw you a compliment for looking like a proper human tonight, and you cursed yourself for feeling gutted over it anyway. 

 ***

"So, which one of these sculptures did you like best, Professor?" You sighed in relief as Shaw changed the subject, his arm still wrapped around you, making you blush furiously. 

"Oh, I have to say I liked Eros and Psyche best. In case you haven't seen it yet, it's located a little further down the hall near the bar area," the older man was starting to explain when someone tapped his shoulder from behind. 

"Excuse me, Professor Adler," a gentle voice called out, making both the professor and Shaw jump. From behind the old man, a pretty petite with brown hair and big brown eyes, and the biggest smile on her face stepped up. "My name is MC from Miracle Finder."

Almost immediately, Shaw withdrew his arm around you, almost causing you to stagger backward. He straightened up and feigned disinterest. 

"Hey. It's a little rude how you stepped in while I was talking to the Professor," he said, his tone teasing. 

"Oh, I didn't notice you here. Do you mind if I talk to your Professor? We've invited him for an interview about the exhibit," the girl said sweetly. 

Based on how unconsciously coy she acted around Shaw, and the way he kept egging her, there was no doubt that this was the girl he was crushing on. You felt like the odd person out all of a sudden and needed to step away. 

You backed away slowly, careful not to rouse their attention because it would probably suck if you knew how Shaw would introduce you to his little crush. As soon as you were in a safe distance, you turned and walked aimlessly down the hall, pausing briefly at paintings or sculptures that caught your fancy, looking at its intricacies as you did so earlier. But somehow, it wasn't as fun as it was before, so you moved on quickly, to give way to the other guests who also wanted to view the artwork.

Finally, you came upon the bar and decided to rest your tired feet at the far corner, hidden from the rest of the world. Sighing, you slipped your feet off your stilettos and quietly watched as the guests around you - mostly couples - happily chatting away as they enjoyed the beauty of the art around them and the wonderful music that filled the air. You knew somewhere in the crowd, your date was fawning over his lady love, probably getting in the way of her filming your professor. 

Tch. 

You knew he liked her - he always told you he did. And why wouldn't he? MC was pretty, seemingly sweet, and dainty - the kind of girl any guy would like to protect. And you. You were the opposite. You lived for your work, were 'one of the boys', and didn't need anyone to protect you - that's just how you were - and now you started to realize that maybe guys don't exactly like that. At least not Shaw. 

Wait, what were you thinking? You scolded yourself as you shook your head. Why were you even thinking of what he liked when you don't even like him to start with. Or did you? 

"Ugh. What the hell is wrong with me?" You groaned when a cold bottle of beer and a frozen glass was placed in front of you. 

"I was gonna ask you that myself." 

You straightened up in your seat and shot a look at the guy seated beside you. Dressed in a nice grey suit, he smiled as he raised his beer bottle in front of you. 

"You look like you needed a drink. I hope the beer is okay. They don't have fruit beer or soda," he said calmly, his amber-colored eyes never leaving yours. 

"Y-yeah. Beer is perfect," you replied while pouring the amber liquid into the glass. "Thanks," you muttered before raising the glass to your lips to gulp down some liquid courage. 

"I saw you with Shaw earlier -"

The name on his lips drove you to a coughing fit, as you choked on your drink. "Sorry, " you mumbled in between coughs. 

"No, I'm sorry," the brown-haired guy said, as he cautiously and politely patted your back. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I was just curious."

"It's fine," you replied when you finally regained your composure. "Yes, we're just classmates in Grad school who decided to check this exhibit out for the heck of it."

"Classmates, huh?"

"Yeah, that's what we are," you said, taking a sip off your glass. "Grad school classmates."

"Are you telling me or telling yourself?"

You looked up and saw him smiling. There was something about Dreamy McHandsome who was seated beside you that felt so familiar yet different at the same time, but you couldn't point a finger at what it was exactly. 

"We're classmates, and we're working on our thesis together. But we're not friends - far from it even. We hate each other's guts."

"Can't blame you for doing so," he shrugged as he drank his beer. 

"Yeah. He dragged me here so he can get with someone he's been crushing on for so long," you rambled on, frowning. 

"Oh? And who might that be?"

"The Miracle Finder Producer. You know, the pretty girl in a blue top and white skirt. He's been going on and on about her for weeks…"

"You mean my girlfriend?" 

His girlfriend. You choked on your drink once again. "Y-y-your girlfriend? You mean to say…" You gasped. Has the beer made you stupid? You've barely drunk half of it, you thought as you fought to regain your dignity. This was Shaw's brother you were talking to - and boy, we're they blessed with good genes…

… And the same social awkwardness, you noticed, judging by how he kept his hand at your back, but not exactly touching it, as if trying to assess if he had to pat you or not. 

When you finally calmed down, he cleared his throat and gave you a small smile. "Don't worry. She talks to me about their conversations. I know what that guy is playing at, and I most definitely know he's not after my girl," he said, his voice broke no room for doubt. "My name is Gavin..."

"Yeah, I know…"

"You - what?"

"Oh," you said, tapping on your glass nervously. "Shaw kinda mentioned it in passing before."

"I see."

"So, what were you saying earlier about Shaw?"

"Oh. From what my girlfriend tells me, he's got his sights set on…"

"Ahem," you heard someone say loud enough for you and Gavin to turn your heads around. And there, standing behind you, was an angry-looking Shaw. You sat up, your gaze shifting between the two brothers as the air started to thicken with tension. "I talk to someone for a minute and the next thing I knew, my date walks out on me and right into the one person I'd hate for her to meet."

"Well, if you were just honest with her as with a lot of other things in your life, maybe she wouldn't have left your side earlier," Gavin retorted flippantly. "Is she finally done with filming?"

Shaw simply grunted in reply as he watched his older brother finish his bottle of beer and stand. "Well, Miss, there's a lot I've heard about you. Seems somebody couldn't stop talking about you, but I'll leave it at that." 

With a wink and a mischievous smile upon his face, the brown-haired guy sauntered off to look for his better half, as you and Shaw watched in awkward silence. 

He cleared his throat and glanced at you. "Hey."

"Hey," you replied, shakily. 

"So, about what that jerk said -"

"Yes?" You asked, feeling your heart hammer against your chest by the second.

"Whatever he said is not true," he said dismissively, as he took his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. "I told you before, I don't find you the least bit attractive."

You felt tears starting to sting your eyes, as he continued with his harsh commentary. "You're tough, highly opinionated, and you always want to come out on top. I don't find those attractive at all," he said. "I prefer a damsel in distress. I want someone clingy… someone, needy."

"I know that -"

"Oh do you?" He teased, his amber eyes twinkling. "You seem to know a lot about me."

"We've been working together for months now," you said. "Of course, I'd know more about you."

"I see," he said, as he took a step closer to you and touched your cheek, rubbing the stray tear that had managed to slip down the side of your face. "So, you must know I'm also a good liar. After all, I've kept all these feelings to myself for quite some time."

He snickered when he saw your frown deepen and he bent down just as he had done so earlier, to whisper. "I made you think I liked someone else when in fact," his low voice made you shiver. "I've always eyes for you."

The End.

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