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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months

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Don’t imagine MK1 men edition;

This came to me as I was listen to asmr last night. Honestly have no clue what this is. 🦦

Don’t imagine Tomas asking you out of the blue about how he smells, having just finished using a new shower jell that had you recently bought, and once you were within range Tomas then pecks your forehead with his soft lips before pulling away with flustered cheeks and a dopey smile as he sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

‘I couldn’t resist.’ He claims. ‘I saw others doing something similar with their spouses, and so I guess I wanted to do it too. Pretty silly huh?’

Don’t imagine Raiden listening intently as you spoke, giving you every ounce of his attention towards the topic of discussion, smiling softly as his unwavering gaze never once faltered from your face; whereas yours would find a hard time staying glued to his beautiful dark ones because of how deeply he looked at you, making you feel not only heard but seen too.

Even as you apologised for talking his ear off, Raiden would counter that your voice was something he could never grow tired of, for it was his favourite sound.

It was such a simple thing but it was enough for you to feel yourself becoming fidgety under his gaze. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Raiden did this because it would always feel like the first time, every time.

Don’t imagine Liu Kang trying to make up for lost time by spending whatever small amount of time he had with you to the fullest before duty inevitably calls for his attention once more.

He’s fully aware that you don’t hold it against him and that you knew what you were getting into upon agreeing to being with him, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was in some way selfish with you, to which you were quick in disagreeing with by saying he was more selfless then selfish.

However that didn’t stop Liu Kang from helping you with your daily tasks as a way of expressing his gratitude for you, whether that be going down to the market, making the bed, preparing breakfast or something to drink. Liu Kang will do it without a second thought because who knows when he’ll have to leave you again.

So he savours every moment while he can but it doesn’t make the pain of having to separate from you anywhere near bearable.

‘No matter how far apart we may be physically, that does not mean my heart isn’t any less always with you.’

Don’t imagine Kuai Liang holding you tightly to him during the cold nights, his above average body warmth acting as your only form of comfort to combat the cold drafts that would somehow make their way into your room.

He’d thoroughly enjoyed the view of you trying to get as close as possible to leech off of his warmth, he couldn’t get enough with just how perfect you slotted against him and would often times have to pull you back into his embrace when he felt you shift the slightest bit away from him.

Kuai Liang loves keeping you close to his person, it makes him feel as though he’s protecting you with everything that he has, he loves it even more when he gets the chance to wake up before you and chooses to admire your every feature with adoration and love, engraving every inch of your face to memory; even your every imperfection that you claim to posses was engraved into his mind as to Kuai Liang, to love was to love imperfectly.

Not all love was perfect but yours certainly the most perfectly imperfect love there was.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han allowing you to take care of his injuries when he gets back from missions.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han‘s muscles tense up initially upon feeling your hands upon his injured bicep, soft hands working away at the wound in a way that wouldn’t cause him any more pain then he was already in.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han as his his sharp, observant eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, it’s not like he didn’t trust you, he was just trained to be vigilant whenever he put his care within the hands of others. He would even do it with the medics now and then but quickly came to accept that they knew what they were doing.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han slowly coming to terms with just how touch starved he was when he found himself at the mercy of your tender, caring touch, practically giving over all power to you in that situation to do whatever you saw fit. You could’ve hurt him even further for all he knew but instead you treated each of his wounds with a kind of gentleness he had never seen nor received before.

Whatever you do don’t imagine Bi-Han inspecting your work after you were done, giving a satisfied grunt, before he did an uncharacteristic thing by grabbing your hands within his own and kissing the back of them in gratitude.

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akindplace · 4 months

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2024:

Work on letting go of the guilt and shame related from situations you never had no control over;

You aren’t any more special than others, but the same applies to them, we are all equals. You’re no lesser than anyone, so remember this. If everyone is equal then you’re just as deserving of good things as everyone else is;

People are probably too busy with their lives to be judging you for the smallest details, but if they are overcritical to the point of humiliating you, they are the ones wrong, so try to avoid those types of people if you can;

Enjoy life with your loved ones. Find joy in the smallest of things;

Whenever life is hard, don’t restrict on things that bring you happiness. You need too add more of those things if it is possible. You don’t have to earn joy by working so hard. Those little happy moments build up. They allow you to take a break, and when you go back to trying to work on your issues, your mind will feel clearer, calmer. Don’t focus only on negativity when you need to remember that even though life is pushing you too hard, there are also good things out there, so you don’t give up.

Get into the habit of saying no when you need to, when you know that saying yes to certain things affects your health, when you’re already not doing well and have very low spoons;

Don’t give all you’ve got to people-please everyone;

Do the things you want to do, no matter how small, silly, or cringe. It’s not too late to have fun;

If it didn’t work out at first, please remember people get better at things by trial and error. Messing up is how you learn;

It’s not too late to dream. If you want to do something different with your life, but you don’t want to make a sudden change that could bring instability, try to take smaller steps to get there;

Give yourself grace. You’re still here and you’re still trying;

You don’t need to have it all figured out for the rest of your life;

Accept that there are things you don’t have control over;

Don’t compare yourself to others;

Reach out to people you like and who treat you well, instead of pursuing the ones who you just want to prove yourself to;

Please, eat and rest well;

Being imperfect is completely okay;

Don’t be so afraid of disappointing people that you stop living your life the way you wanted to;

Look at the clouds more often during the day. Look at the stars at night. There is beauty everywhere.

Carpe diem, everyone. Have a happy 2024 ✨🩵

#2024 #original writing #when I think about more things I’ll add more stuff to this post

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alxtiny · 6 months

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hello! saw you taking request and i have been wanting a yunho scenario (angst/soft smut n fluff ending) with plus size! reader. wherein y/n is a graphic designer and has been experiencing insecurities with all the models she's editing for work... sorry english is not my first language. thank you 🤍

Design | Jeong Yunho x reader

Synopsis: where yunho helps you forget your insecurities

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x graphic designer!reader, domestic au

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: heavy smut, afab reader, no use of protection (wrap it before you tap it guys), piv, multiple orgasms, minimal dialogue MINORS DO NO INTERACT

Notes: I’m sorry for taking this long this is my first smut 😭😭😭 i hope you like it

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In the dim glow of the computer screen, you meticulously crafted characters for a new project. As you worked, your eyes flickered between your design and the models on the screen. Each stroke of the digital pen seemed to highlight your own insecurities, magnifying the differences between yourself and the designs you created. No matter how much time you spent creating realistic bodies, perfect faces, and exquisite clothing, you still couldn't not compare them with your body or face.

"Why can't I look like them?" you whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. You compared your curves to the slender figures on the screen, your fingers tracing the outline of your own body almost unconsciously. Doubt crept in like a shadow, casting a pall over your confidence."How could something have such an appealing figure? What is wrong with me?"You sighed heavily, knowing you were being silly.

Meanwhile, Yunho noticed the change in your demeanour. He approached you, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked gently, his voice like a soothing melody in the midst of your turmoil.

You looked up, your eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "I just... I feel so inadequate compared to these models I'm editing. They're perfect, and I'm just..." your voice trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Yunho knelt beside you, his warm hand cupping your cheek. "You are perfect, just the way you are," he said, his sincerity cutting through your self-doubt. "Your uniqueness, your curves, they make you beautiful. Don't let these digital images distort your perception of yourself."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared into Yunho's brown irises, seeing nothing but love and acceptance. "But it's hard, Yunho. Every day, I'm bombarded with these unrealistic standards of beauty. How can I not compare myself?"

He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, his touch grounding you in the moment. "I understand, Y/N. It's challenging, but you have to remember that real beauty comes from within. Your kindness, your talent, your passion – those are the things that make you truly extraordinary."

You nodded, taking in his words like a lifeline in the storm. "I just wish I could see myself the way you see me."

Yunho smiled, his eyes filled with adoration. "I see a strong, talented, and beautiful person who I love more than words can express. I see someone who inspires others with her creativity and passion. You are more than your insecurities, Y/N. You are enough, just as you are."

Unable to hold back any longer, you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his soft skin. "Thank you, Yuyu," you murmured, hoping the gratitude in your voice would translate.

Yunho's eyes fluttered closed as his head tilted to the side, inviting you to continue. For a few moments, all was quiet except for the faint sounds of the computer humming.

Then, he lifted your chin and kissed you tenderly. His gentle kiss stirred something inside of you, warming you from the inside out. "Mmm," he moaned softly, the sound catching your attention. “Maybe I should show you how I see you and your so called imperfections,” he whispered against your lips, pulling away slightly before kissing you again, this time deeper. He took you in his arms, wrapping you tightly against him, your fingers entwined in his hair as he deepened the kiss, slowly pushing you towards the bed.

When you felt Yunho’s firm hands caress your waist, your breath caught in your throat. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest as your senses heightened to the point where you felt everything around you. He pushed you down slowly, onto the bed, as his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw and neck, leaving little purple marks in their wake.

The taste of your skin intoxicated him, driving him wild as his tongue licked along your collarbone. His hands wandered downwards, moving in slow motion as if to savor each sensation. You squirmed beneath him, arching your back, inviting him to explore your body further.

At last, he reached the hem of the long shirt you wore, lifting it inch by inch until it was lying abandoned at your feet. You watched as he removed his shirt and pants, throwing them aside carelessly, leaving him in his boxers. He gazed down at you, his eyes darkening.

There was no need to ask; he knew exactly what you wanted. His mouth went further south leaving soft kisses and light marks on your torso. Reaching near your chest, he moved away, “ See, this is how much I love the way you look,” he whispered. you felt yourself become even more heated under his touch, a dark blush covering your face and chest.

As his mouth was once again on your skin continuing to move lower, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of your stomach, you forgot all about your flaws. All you could think about was his soft lips trailing upwards now towards your breasts. You arched your back, allowing him better access to your stiff nipples.

His hands slid underneath the waistband of your panties, making contact with bare skin. He groaned at the feeling, “you’re already so wet for me…”

The gasp escaped your lips when his fingers found their way between your legs, massaging your swollen clit in circular motionswhile he sucked on your nipples. You moaned and arched into his mouth as your body trembled from pleasure.

Slowly he pushed two of his fingers inside your cunt. You had done this before but it still felt like a first. Your mind was reeling from lust and his rough touch. Your brain turned to mush. He kissed you again, nibbling at your neck, shoulders and earlobe, as he continued his ministrations, pumping his fingers faster and faster into you.

You whimpered, trying not to cry out too loud. You had to maintain some self-control or he would have stopped. Instead, you moaned, burying your face against his shoulder as your hole clenched around his fingers. The pressure began building. Your head was spinning and your cunt tingling as heat erupted through your entire body.

He looked at you as you gasped and tried to catch your breath. “You are so beautiful, I can’t have enough,” he said.

He kissed you passionately and sat back up to remove his boxers. “Climb up here, I want to see you…” His voice was full of passion and urgency.

Your fingers fumbled as you climbed onto his lap, sliding down until your soaked cunt was lined up against his cock. Your eyes widened despite knowing that he could easily fit inside like always. With your legs wrapped around his hips, he pulled you tight against his throbbing erection, enjoying the sensation. You slowly lowered yourself onto him and moaned. “That feels good…”. Yunho groaned in response, you slowly started to move.

As if reading your thoughts, he tightened his grip around your waist, holding you tightly in place as he thrust upwards, forcing his cock deeper inside of you, you bounced lightly on his cock trying hard to get a release.

Frustrated with the slow pace, he flipped you around, you shuddered at the new angle as he thrusted in and out of your cunt at an even faster pace, one hand gripping at the plush skin of your stomach . You cried out deep in pleasure, your hands gripping his biceps tighter and tighter and you cunt clenching around him uncontrollably. His other hand cupped your breast, pinching your nipple as he ground into you harder and harder. Sweat coated both of you as the heat built within each of you. Finally you couldn’t take anymore and screamed as you released all over his cock.

Yunho was breathing heavily now, his grip tightening even more as he forced himself as deeply into you as possible, his thrusts becoming erratic, and the pressure of his hand increasing, enough to leave bruises on your waist. It didn’t matter though, because you loved every bit of it. When he came, your cunt tightened and he buried himself as deep as he could go, painting your walls white. He slowly rode out his release, you felt your muscles relax as well, small whimpers escaping your lips.

When he finally collapsed on top of you, you laid there motionless, staring into his face, thinking how lucky you were to be with someone like him. He shifted slightly, bringing his hand down to cup your cheek, kissing you gently on the lips. “I love you, you are absolutely flawless,” he whispered, looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. You giggled at his words, “I love you too Yunho, so so much.”

Kissing him tenderly, you felt him smile beneath your lips. Your heart fluttered and you relaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, wanting to stay right where you were forever, as you both drifted off to sleep.

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harlowsbby · 10 months

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Routines 💘

“Baby, come on baby I’m tired and I just wanna sleep already.” Jack pouted while you dragged him into the hotel bathroom.

The thing with you was you didn’t care what city or country you were in you were going to make sure you had a night time routine. With running around with Jack all day you needed a few minutes to just take care of yourself.

Jack on the other hand didn’t care for it all he needed was a quick shower and he was good but tonight you were forcing him to do your routine.

“It’ll be real quick Jack we just need to do some face care and drink some lemon water and we’ll be all set.” You told him but he wasn’t having it.

“Lemon water? What is lemon water going to do for me babe please enlighten me.” He stated as he sat on the edge of the bath tub watching as you took a few of your skincare products out your travel bag.

“Lemon water actually has a lot of benefits it gives you more hydration, clearer skin and better digestion.” You told him as you stood in front of him and started applying your green tea mask to his face.

“Is that right baby? Who would’ve thought my girl was a dermatologist now.” He joked and smacked your lips. “Stay still I need to apply this before it dries.” You scolded him softly but nonetheless he sat still and rested his hands on your waist and watched how you carefully and steadily applied the mask to his face.

Jack would never admit to but he loved moments like this with you at times he got busy and wasn’t able to give you all of his undivided attention but he had to admit doing this silly little night routine with you had his heart fluttering.

You stood back and smiled in approval at your work Jack stood up to inspect himself in the mirror. “I look like a bird shit on my face babe.” You chuckled at him. “Whatever but you won’t be saying all that when your got that glass skin now will you?”

“Glass skin? Baby can you start speaking English what is glass skin?” You sighed you weren’t sure how you ended up with a man as slow as Jack at times.

“Glass skin like your skin is going to look flawless with no imperfection or anything.” He stood there confused still not fully understanding.

“Let’s just go get some lemon water.” You took his hand and dragged him into the little living room era of the suite.

He looked at the bag of lemons on the table with a confused expression he wasn’t exactly sure how you got those but he knew better than to question it. You poured the two of you glasses of iced cold water before chopping up the lemons and squeezing them in the water.

“Here and make sure you drink it all.” You demanded. “Yes mother.” He stated sarcastically before drinking the water, his tongue immediately flew out his mouth and his face scrunched up.

“This shit is nasty baby I’m not drinking this.”

“Yes you are.” You told him. “No I’m not.” He argued back. “I already did the face mask and drank half of this so I’m good.” You rolled your eyes and finished up your drink.

“Let’s go wash off our mask.” After the two of you washed off your mask you made your way into bed. Jack laid down with your laying on his chest and touching his face.

“See your skin feels so much softer now.”

“So my skin wasn’t softer before?” He asked.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it Jack I saw you smiling when I was applying your mask.” His cheeks heated up a bit when he realized you caught him.

“It was nice, just don’t tell the guys alright? The last thing I need is for Urban and Sunni to be making jokes about it.”

Jack loved this friends he did but hated how they always called him a simp whenever it came to doing things with you, he knew for a fact you had him wrapped around your finger but he didn’t care because seeing you happy was the only thing that mattered.

“I promise I won’t.” You lied because when he wasn’t looking you snapped a quick picture and sent it to Urban who of course showed Sunni along with everyone else.

“Let’s get some sleep yeah? I’m tired.” He grumbled and turned off the light.

“I love you baby.” He tiredly mumbled and rested his head on-top of your head.

“I love you more Jack.” You stated and pressed a kiss to his bare chest before falling in a deep and peaceful sleep.

(Just something that came into my head 😭💘 I got more stuff coming soon)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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whole-circus · 9 months

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maybe jeff and toby with a self insecure reader with stretch marks and scars all over their body? gn would be good ♡

Jeff the Killer and Ticci Toby with insecure reader!

➥ Hi love!! Remember that you are way more than your body and you deserve love not matter what you look like (im talking about self love and love from others)!! Take care and be kind to yourself🫀 >:3

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Jeff the Killer

Its pretty strange for Jeff usuall persona, but he gets it. His body is damaged (to say it nice); lots of scars, burns..well, you feeling insecure isnt weird for him. He knows that sometimes our self perception is cruel. We are our number one haters and as cheesy as it sounds, its pretty much true. So Jeff will limit his usual teasing and not-so-nice comments towards you. Even if it was only in jokes, then he would hate the thought that he had made you feel even worse! He is your boyfriend after all, his job is to make you feel good and happy! So as soon as he notices that you kinda..hate yourself, he lets himself be more vurnable around you. Even if he is asshole half of a time, then he can see that you need him. Jeff isnt the best when it comes to words, he doesnt want to make it worse, so you will receive small praises and lots of touches! Pretty much kisses your scars, he kiss all your body, all the places you dont like about yourself becasue you mean a lot to him!! Isnt as scared to show you affection in public, becasue he is proud that you are his! And if there is one thing that he want in this world, then he wants you to not be in pain because of what you look like.

Ticci Toby

Toby is a vurnable lover comparing to Jeff (or actually comparing to anybody).He has some scars too, and they are part of him - each one has it own story, even if its something small or silly. Stretch marks? Well, sure. Most of human beings have them, so does he. People does have imperfections, so why would he think of you any less? Its not something unusual. Toby likes to think of you in a way 'you are made from all this little things, some might be better than others, but its still you' - pretty simple, huh? Boy cant imagine not liking you becasue of things like scars or stretch marks. Its pretty normal to him, but he wont belittle your insecurities. He is and will find you perfect no matter what. Its not like he is unhealthy obsessed with you, no, he is well aware of your flaws yet he still finds them beautiful. Yes, you have scars and stretch marks, but are you aware of how your eyes lit up when you smile? Or how your hair is messy when you get up in the mornings? Your sweet giggles when he tells something silly? Toby finds it absolutely cute! Someone may seem your 'imperfections', but do they know your favorite type of tea? Or which scene in the movie make you tear up? Your favorite socks? Yeah, he doesnt think so. Toby sees every little detail in you and it only makes him love you more! Overall, you will recieve a lot of soft touches (he treats place you dont like about yourself with special love) with tons of compliements!

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yuri-is-online · 6 months

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Hi Yuri! I hope you are doing well<333 I really enjoy reading your writing and I am always more fond of reading the little octatrio fish gang! I dont really know how this usually works because I never send in any asks at all nor do I see your rules list or anything but if you dont mind I would like to make a request<3

A mc who finds an out of tune and old piano and fondly remembers that they used to play piano back in their world. And perhaps Azul hears in on this and despite the piano being old and out of tune, it is rather beautiful how you play it because of how imperfect the notes are being played out. (SORRY I WAS LISTENING TO FALLEN DOWN AND THE FEELINGS WERE JUST SURGING AND THE BRAINROT WAS TOO MUCH)

You dont have to force yourself or anything! Please take care and dont feel too pressured! <3

The Most Romantic of All Arts (Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu)

Hello dear friend and I am doing quite well thank you! I'm pleased you like my writing; the octotrio is what finally cracked my resolve to check out Twisted Wonderland and put FGO on the back burner so I suppose I shouldn't beat myself up too much for writing about them so much. I am sorry I caused you stress with my lack of rules, I don't usually send requests or asks myself, so I felt really bad to have frightened you. Not too sure if this will end up being what you had in mind, it got away from me a bit.

Also when you say Fallen Down, you do mean the Undertale soundtrack piece right? It's a soothing song I listened to it while I was plotting this to try and get into a similar headspace.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, header taken from the painting Spirit by George Roux (1885) which I found on this wordpres blog article I took the title from, it's a neat painting, Azul learning to find beauty and love in imperfections is important to me ok? Other works can be found on my masterlist here.

Sometimes you wonder if Ramshakle is sentient. The old building has more rooms than you know what to do with, and lovely as the ghosts are they don't fully remember what they were used for, if they remembered in the first place. But still there was something about those rooms that seemed to love you; he guest room almost built itself up around you, the kitchen had only needed some basic repairs before it was ready to help play host again, and no matter where a fire place was found it was always eager to burst to life and warm you and Grim.

It does not have the same love for Azul, he'd complained as much when you talked about just what it was he wanted with the building after the events of his overblot had cooled between you.

"It's got a graveyard in front of it, though?" That really had been the crux of your whole argument. It was hard to be annoyed with his laugh when it sounded so nice, the genuine amusement a refreshing difference to his previous performitive indifference.

"Yes," he muses, sipping at his real before he continues, "I'm not bothered by that much, ghosts and grave ships aren't uncommon sights under the sea, but I always forget how unusual humans think they are."

"There's a lot of superstitions about places where people are buried." You mean it as an explanation, but it brings an odd look to Azul's face, like there's an emotion bubbling beneath his surface he doesn't want to acknowledge but is too strong to suppress. It settles over you both, as you try to focus on drinking your tea while your host seems content to let his grow cold.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing that ruin isn't really sentient." He sounds almost bitter, disappointed in how long he has let his drink cool you decide as he reaches for the pot and warms it with some fresh tea. "Otherwise, I'd accuse it of trying to keep you."

It's a silly thought, but the sight of this latest discovery really does have you wondering. You are supposed to be in that wonderfully accommodating kitchen making snacks for when Azul decides to "coincidentally drop by" later this evening to "go over the Lounge's expenses" in your guest room. On a Tuesday. When it was almost guaranteed business would be slow enough to keep anyone from wondering too hard about where he'd gone or the twins from being too upset about running things. But instead of "just wanting to try" a new recipe, you are here, tucked in a room just a bit further down the hall from the guest room watching Grim give his best impression of Ace after completing a magic trick. Because stars know he has never seen any other magicians.

"TA-DA!" He puts both of his paws out to really sell the piano at the window. "See, I told you I had a great surprise!"

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You say and try not to laugh with just how much more proud that seems to make him. "But where did you find this? Or how I guess, unless you moved it?"

"Nah." He shakes his head before remembering he's supposed to be the "great" Grim. "I mean I could have! But I'm just so cool I managed to find a piano here already, so all I had to do was clean it up instead! You're welcome henchuman." You scratch just behind his ears and politely ignore his purrs as you examine the piano and its bench. They're old, likely just as ancient as everything else in the dormitory and likely extremely, achingly out of tune. But the mere sight of it makes your fingers itch, and Grim barely has to whine "Well ain't you gonna play somethin'?" Before you're at the bench, experimentally pressing the keys to try and sound out something.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-

You hum it rather than sing, irrationally worried Grim will somehow figure out it's a lullaby and complain that you're babying him instead of cutely dancing along with the music like it's one of the cassettes Deuce let you borrow. He cheers for another, and you oblige, letting your muscle memory carry you as far as it can as you try searching your brain for just what it was you wanted most to hear from yourself after all this time being unable to play.

And missing the click of a heavy door down the hall in the effort.

Azul hears nothing at first, and though it does disappoint, it does not bother him. He's had a long day, one about to be made longer still by the grey zone already draping itself around his thoughts as he shrugs his blazer off to his shoulders while en route to the Ramshackle guest room. He pauses, for what he tells himself is only going to be second, at the kitchen door and is left unrewarded for his detour.

You aren't there: and that does bother him somewhat, even if it should not if his pretext is to be believed. These visits were too commonplace to be random, but maybe you'd made plans, deciding not to look past his excuses for the evening. Maybe you were asleep, tired of the day or just plain tired of him. But there is a kettle sat on it's base, mercifully not on just yet, but two mugs and the pour over cone set next to as if it was expecting company. The nerves remain knotted in his stomach, though the cause shifts towards something more welcome.

So you do have a mug purposefully set aside and designated just for him, and is that a little recpie card with notes on coffee taped to that tin? These things should worry him, the picture he snaps and immediately hides in a folder should be for a purpose. But it's separate from those ones, labeled something inane and barely full with how careful he is to have his longing remain unseen. He wonders, briefly if it would be an intrusion to make the drinks himself. If it would reveal to much to show outright he knows the way you take yours instead of just saying it in time with your order, but knows that would not be the exact issue here. He is a guest, and guests limit themselves to the halls and that room he forces himself, with haste that would be noticeable if you were there to see it, back down the hall and back towards the guest room. Azul has work to do, he can content himself with the warmth the mental image the cups on the counter produces until something forces him to pause at a door once more. The piano is old, droning out a tune that is unpolished and rusty from the player's lack of practice but filled with such a specific sort of joy it has him actually running towards it.

You sit at the bench, a serious look of determination on your face so unlike the usual Yuu it can't help but be cute. Grim sleeps contentedly on your lap as you continue searching for the threads of melody still trapped inside your head from years of only occasionally reluctant practice. It's an unfamiliar tune in composition, but not in feel. There's words to this song, maybe not in the form of lyrics, but there all the same for him to stumble even closer to as he comes to a halting stop just behind you and the music ends in a surprised crash as you whip your head around to see him.

"Azul!"

"Very sorry to interrupt." He holds up both hands in surrender, composure only just maintained as you check to see Grim still asleep and laugh nervously. "I didn't know you could play."

"Can't really." You say somewhat bitterly and more confidence comes to Azul as a slight plan froms in his mind. "I'm really out of practice ugh. I know it shouldn't annoy me! But with how everything's been since I showed up, it's just not been on my mi- Oh hello?"

Azul fully removes his jacket and sets it on a side table close to where he had been satanding, moving to sit on the bench next to you. He has enough mercy not to loosen his tie or do anything else scandalous, but the close examination he gives to the keys could have fooled you. "Pity it's so out of tune, this is a nice piano."

"I know right! I'm really happy Grim found it." You resist the urge to poke his cheeks some and Azul lightly, trying not to too openly relish in your surprise reaches one arm around your back to place his hands into a similar position as you had been earlier, tucking you close to his side.

"May I?" He's smug. Too smug it's robbing you of sanity.

"What's it going to cost?" You try too hard not to sound like you're flailing as you look to see your question hasn't even phased him at all.

"Oh normally I wouldn't dream of charging for a performance," he clearly lies "but it's been such a long day I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee." And he's off, music only marred by the off key of the piano in a clearly purposeful display of talent meant to sear itself into your mind enough that you don't think about his request too long. You and he are from two different worlds, but he knows that music has a way of gapping that if the stories of the mermaid princess told him anything at all. So when he purposefully slows the song at its end, he knows you know, that tricky smile he swore once he'd always hate kicking his heartbeat up again as you lean fully against his shoulder.

"Beautiful." You say, not bothering to give the compliment direction as he can't help but agree. "We should play together next time."

"I-" You pick yourself up and what he wants to say slows when you pick up his jacket for him and hold out a hand. Later, he all to easily decides. Later, without Grim and with specific time set purposefully aside so you know just how much it matters. "I would like that. You'll have to show me the songs that you can remember from your world." And he takes your hand just to soothe some of the ache, trying and failing not to show just how happy he is when you keep it.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #<3 asks #i really love old paintings and actually ended up making this one my phone bg #so thank you v much for sending me this request annon idk if i would have found it otherwise

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bettertwin1 · 3 months

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I wanna attempt at drawing, but I have literally no clue how to start, so do you have any tips?

OUGH, we're not the right person to ask we just do stuff and hope it looks okay enough to post...

Personally though, the way we started was by watching tutorial videos (you guys would have better tutorials now, so this works out in your favor!!) and we kept trying over and over again until we got the product we wanted (This was traditional though)!! We also traced, alot, i mean the desperate press of the paper against the computer screen type tracing (again, you guessed it! Traditional practice!)

For digital, we just did whatever and kept hoping it would come out looking okay, we mostly learned from watching others and studying their artstyles and trying to replicate it so I have no advice for that either...unless that counts as advice...

We never really did the recommended things like studying (text book studies about poses and light and expressions and stuff) but you definitely should! Don't be like us cause honestly not knowing those things are a genuine struggle and makes art a lil harder than it needs to be. Also go crazy with your style! Don't stick to one thing, branch out, get silly, draw anime, draw cartoon, draw realism, draw whatever! Do illustrations, poses, character designs, perspective arts...

It helps a lot in the long run!!

And don't get upset with yourself if you aren't 'great' at it immediately, don't give up just keep trying! Don't compare yourself to others either! It's hard not to but instead try studying them, figure out what you could do better by looking at others!

Art is meant to be fun and silly! It doesn't need to be perfect, art is the most imperfect perfect form of media meaning it doesn't matter how simple or how complicated or messy or 'terrible' or glamorous the art is, in the end, it's all art, and someone out there is going to absolutely love it! Even when you don't sometimes! :>

They will see two cakes!

I hope this helps! Goodluck ♡!!

~☆

#i hope this is an okay explanation!#sorrey for answering instead of leo ♡

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watchingyoufromthestars · 5 months

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Okay, time for my mixed feelings on Scam Likely and how nobody can escape the repetitive cycle of being an imperfect father. I’ll try to be objective as I break down the scene in Goofs Realm, but I’m in my Scam hater era.

THIS IS LONG, SORRYYYYYY

No father will be perfect in fiction or reality, and it’s a running theme of the show. The mistakes of your past define the present and the families have been constantly doomed to repeat them, but in new, fresh, fucked up ways. There are varying levels of mistakes all of them have made in the story, especially compared to Willy, but he’s his own special case.

Scam’s sin is ignorance. To the world around him and individuals’ feelings. Consistently he is shown to not realize outside of his Goofs that they can heavily affect other people in ways they do not like. That actions have consequences. His entire relationship with Jodie was a joke to him, while Jodie was left without his romantic partner a second time and was scammed out of a son (and in more ways than one since Hermie was spawned as a teenager instead of a baby). It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and now that someone is his son and he’s dead.

“He tries to hide the fact that he is actually emotionally affect by this, but he only got a 6, so you can see that he is genuinely upset.”

In his own way, Hermie does matter to him. I think Scam is a very hard being to compare to the rest of the cast because of his Goofs realm nature. He has an entirely different set of morals and ground rules of existence. For christ sake you die forever into nothingness in Goofs Realm if you stop being funny. But now Scam is confronted with a harsh truth and he can’t deny an emotional mode outside of Silly and Laughter.

“I didn’t even think of him as something that could die. He was just a goof. Goofs never die. It’s like- all jokes are always funny forever.”

We truly see Scam’s mindset here. Be it as a Goofs native or just who he is individually, he only thinks of The Big Joke of it all. Hermie was not an individual with feelings to be loved and raised (not that he even raised him at all), Hermie was just a joke to him. And it wasn’t even in any personal way. Everything is a joke to him.

“Where is he? Is he in Hell? Is he in Heaven?”

“I don’t know! He doesn’t have a soul! He’s not like you or me. Well, not like you.

And here it’s cemented in just how irregular Hermie is. Neither him nor Scam have a soul. As much as we’ve visited dead characters on this podcast, there’s nowhere that Hermie can be reached. This incarnation of him is gone forever.

“Do you forgive me for whatever is about to happen? I’m truly going to try.”

Try as he might to make things right — in his own insane way of ‘farting and it’ll be so funny that he’ll come back’ — that’s not something that’s been allowed lately on this show. And what could he even do to make things right anyways? There’s no joke to be made when someone has passed, and no joke can bring them back.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would happen like this. I didn’t think he would actually develop a personality; he was just supposed to be a Goof machine. Nobody was supposed to be sad if something happened to him.”

Again, Hermie’s existence was just a part of one big goof and scam for him. Meta and Story, Hermie is and was a joke. He was just supposed to be this silly little guy, but then as time marched on he developed into something of a person. Something a lot of us got attached to and something Normal held onto dearly. “Nobody was supposed to be sad if something happened to him”, but he became too much of a Person for that to stay true.

“I could make you another one.”

And then there’s this line. It kills me in a very specific way. Scam is just so disconnected from human nature that he doesn’t know fully realize the value an individual life holds. Yes, he could just make another Hermie, but that’s not the Hermie. To use the first metaphor that comes to mind, it’s like making a mastercopy. In a previous painting class, we studied a singular painting for one project and recreated it to the best of our abilities. As skilled as one can be in painting, you cannot truly recreate the original. There’s history imbued in the original, and it’s lived a lifetime before your own version was created. Even if you create a version indistinguishable from the original, it is still not the same.

All of this is to say that I cannot truly judge Scam, at least from a certain standpoint. I have very mixed feelings about him, but he’s a unique case of a character that’s very different than judging one of the human dads. Am I rambling here? Am I spouting nonsense? I don’t know, I’m still in distress over crying multiple times from this episode. I’m not proof reading this lol

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #scam likely #the only one from today’s episode I’ll tag with character because this is a longer post

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fandom-rants · 10 months

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What’s your opinion about Tony taking Peter along with him to the airport? Of course he did NOT force him or blackmail him, people are literally making shit up to make Tony look bad (because that’s literally all they have, just words without facts) but just in general what do you think?

The way i see it, this is a good, supposed to be safe mission preparation first mission for him, but people saying he was bad for doing this to peter.

What do you think?

I mean, storyline-wise, it's pretty forced. The MCU high-ups were like, "Spider-Man makes money; let's get him in there!" So. What can you do.

From within, I liked how we were already well past his origin story, and I loved the dynamic between two Nerdy Boys, I thought the thing about Aunt May being young was weird but fine, since I love getting away from tropes and the 'sweet grandma' trope has been beaten to death. I loved Spider-Man as he was written and acted because he was the quintessential silly nerd weirdo who got crazy excited over stuff and nerded out about weaponry and superheroes and everything.

I liked how Tony was explicitly stated to order Peter to stay back and just web them up. I like how both of them were still playing around a little bit; the "Underoos!" thing made it clear Tony wanted Steve to knock it off but never expected a real fight. Even after having Spider-Man take Steve's shield, he still didn't instigate a battle; he just wanted to use Spider-Man as a tool for de-escalation. I was pleasantly surprised, at the time, by Steve being the one to push for a battle, and for his side to end up going WAY too far over and over again, because it proved his imperfections, which I love to see in my superheroes. (I of course abhorred the backtracking in later movies.)

Overall, I thought Tony noticing Peter made sense, since Tony's been leading the Avengers in all but name since the start, no matter what anyone says about Steve, and it makes sense for Tony to be on the lookout for others like himself and the team. It also makes sense that Tony sat on this after learning who Peter was until he found he needed someone to help him get his friends back before the United States government killed them. I wasn't fond of the sudden trip to Germany, but I understood the need for speed and, with the information given about Tony's original plan, I realize he was backed against a wall and making a tough choice.

I loved how, when everything got bad as hell, Tony stopped everything and ran to Peter to order him to stand down and stay out of the fight; I loved how scared he'd been when he'd gotten to Peter's side, because the kid had been in real danger thanks to Steve's team and could have gotten hurt far worse. It is telling to me that Steve was the one to injure Peter, even after learning how young Peter was (there's no way Peter's voice was the voice of an adult, ffs), yet Steve did not ensure Peter was okay. Tony did. Tony was the one to check if the kid was all right and then ensure he stayed out of the increasingly escalating battle.

If the rest of the MCU movies hadn't come out and I hadn't been forced by a bunch of brats on the Internet to endure some of the dumbest bullshit the MCU fandom writes about how sweet angel Steve Rogers did no wrong and evil devil Tony Stark wrought the world asunder, I would actually say that I loved Civil War, for all its faults. Because Steve wanted to be a hero, Tony kept trying to hold everything together, and neither of them did a perfect job but Tony did well and Steve did horribly, and it was about time we got some character depth on Captain America and got to see Tony's merits as a leader, too.

And then. You know. The rest of the movies, and the fandom, and now I want to burn the world to ashes every time someone even mentions MCU Steve Rogers or Civil War to me.

#mcu rant #avengers rant #civil war rant #anti steve rogers #anti fandom #anti fandom stupidity #tl;dr - Spider-Man was done well and his part in the battle was done well #humans are just stupid #long post

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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Reader who’s really insecure about their body or something on their body, who’s also in a relationship with Kakashi Hatake:

Warnings: 18+ a mix of nsfw and sfw

For my sweet @smutteedreams 💗

Kakashi

Kakashi notices all the small things you do when you’re feeling uncomfortable…he notices the way you avoid looking at your reflection whenever you walk past a mirror or a window…he notices how you stare at other people before looking down at your feet…he lifts up your chin when you try and keep your head down out of inner pity, to plant a few soft kisses on your lips and one on your cheek, forehead and other cheek, instantly making you smile…he’s aware of they many ways in which you try and hide your tummy, kissing and biting it while he lays on your at night, the two of you simply conversing about how you’ve spent your day, space, aliens, ants, cookies, getting high, other people…anything your silly little head comes up with he’s eager to entertain, and when you get dressed for work, or when you slip inside the bathroom while you’re out, you’re always reminded that you’re loved regardless of your weight, your scars, boobs, your ass or anything of that matter because on every part of you, there’s a small dark spot from where he marked you, and you suddenly feel warm because you’re loved not only for who you are, but also for every inch of the “flaws” and “imperfections” you carry.

He loves sitting you on his lap, his hand snuggly wrapped around the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him through teary eyes, as he slowly fingers you, ignoring your whimpers and the little kicks against his leg after he denies you once again. “Who’s my beautiful baby?”, he asks, and you whine out loud, ready for your orgasm that he just won’t give you until you tell him what he wants to hear. “Cmon now, tell me properly, unless you don’t wanna c—“ he starts, and you quickly say those words you’re slowly getting used to “I-I’m beautiful…”, you try to say, Kakashi’s fingers picking up the pace, more pressure being added in the process, your hand gripping his shirt as you start to feel incredibly good. “Yes darling…what else?”, he says, threatening to slow down once again, but you need this orgasm…this is how it always goes, no matter how you try to brace yourself, you can never overcome this part, and that’s probably why itworks so well… “…and…and I- I’m smart,” you whimper, bucking your hips up in frustration… “Uh uh, what else baby?”, he teases, his voice so deliciously deep. His thick fingers completely leaving your aching pussy, completely covered in your slick. “…and i deser-deserve to be l-loved”, you scream as soon as the last word slips your mouth, Kakashi working his fingers inside of you, your nails digging in his shoulder as he brings you to an incredible orgasm, your legs shivering between his, as he showers you in kisses and praises, his fingers now slowly massaging your clit until you’re ready for the next one.

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #kakashi x reader #kakashi imagines #kakashi smut

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ganyuslily · 1 year

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ALL THE THINGS I COULD’VE BECOME (TELL MY MOM I’M SORRY).

he loves her in a way only a child can love their mother and yet, at the same time, he hates her in the exact same manner.

ei&scaramouche + scara&puppet!reader. familial.

angst. i guess…. also im clinging onto the headcanon that scara had long hair before he cut it off in a fit of rage

this is very chaotic. and messy. and in general kinda weird. anyways i think scara with yet another puppet!sibling that is also imperfect yet tries to stay at raidens side with everything they have is a sad concept

scaramouche is nothing else but destruction.

he wants to rip apart raiden ei’s chest, dig his bloodied hands into it and see for himself if she’s empty on the inside the same way he is. if the space between the ribs where the heart should be is an empty void.

comfort. it would bring him comfort.

because no matter how much scaramouche says he despises his god, his creator, his mother — it is simply not true. he wants to see, he needs to know, that fundamentally, they’re both the same. that they’re both empty on the inside, with no heart in the place where it should be. that if you would hit their chests, all you could hear would be an empty sound.

“you see, i love my mother as much as i hate her.”

(he thinks he might love her as much as he loves himself — which is almost nothing. how can he love someone if he cannot even love himself? oh, but at the same time he does love her, more than life. more than death. more than anything in the world. he loves her in a way only a child can love their mother and yet, at the same time, he hates her in the exact same manner.)

“i cannot forgive her, and yet i crave for her to tell me she’s proud of me. silly, isn’t it?”

he wants her to braid his hair and sing him to sleep just one more time. one more time, and then they can go back pretending they never even met. that she is not his mother and he is not her son. just one more time.

his mother has braided his hair one time in his whole life; when he was created. he kept the braid until it fell apart. after it did, he cut it off — no one but his mother should be able to braid it ever again.

you once made a grave mistake of comparing him to her — visually, they are oh so similar. you never heard him scream at you the way he did that night. he was screaming at you and yet you knew he was just screaming at her. you know he’s jealous — in comparison to him, you are not similar to your creator in the slightest.

i am not like my mother, he’d scream. i might’ve been created in the image of her, my flesh her flesh and her bone my bone, but i am not like my mother. i am not her. i’ve never been and never will be.

“don’t tell her any of that, though. she doesn’t deserve to know. if you do, i will find you,” he says after a long silence. you just nod with an emotionless face.

(sometimes, he wonders if you feel anything at all. perhaps, raiden ei forgot to make you able to experience that. or perhaps, it was just another flaw that made you imperfect in her eyes. she’s cruel, your creator and his mother.)

you know he wants you to tell her that and he knows. he also knows that raiden ei will know all of this before the next sunrise — for you are her creation too and you have always stayed at her side, even after being discarded.

he feels sorry. for who? he doesn’t know. perhaps, for no one. perhaps, for the both of you.

(perhaps, deep in his heart, a part of him feels sorry for his mother too.)

hi. missed me yet? please remember to reblog and leave feedback! it helps me a lot and also makes it easier for me to improve my writing :] i hope you have a wonderful day/night!

#genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #raiden ei angst #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #raiden ei genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact #man how do i tag this #i give up #ganyuslily.writes

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naneun-no · 8 months

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🎈Happy birthday Namjoon 🎈

One of my favorite things he’s ever said, and he’s said a lot of intelligent, thoughtful things, was a comment he made during their hiatus announcement video last Summer.

I’m gonna paraphrase, but he essentially said that out of the myriad of realities in the multiverse, he genuinely believed (or wanted to believe) that he was living in the best possible one. That he was living the best possible outcome of all the random realities for Kim Namjoon that there are.

And wow, that hit me.

At first, it didn’t. I had recently lost a pregnancy, painfully and traumatically; I was grieving that and watching the world seem to fall apart around me, and struggling to find the will to keep going, to keep caring, to keep watching all the girls who were pregnant at the same time as me have healthy, beautiful babies and to click the “❤️” button rather than scream at them to shut the fuck up about how “blessed” they are.

So for a second I scoffed at him, like, “well no shit he’s living in the best reality; he’s a famous, successful and beloved celebrity with more money than he knows what to do with.” I mean — that’s the alternate reality we all would like to wake up and find ourselves in at least some days, right?

And, well, fair enough. But his words stuck with me, and the more I thought about them, the more I realized his words were deeper than that. I think they were about cultivating joy, and gratitude, and intention, and putting effort into making the life you’re living, no matter what it looks like, the best it could possibly be, out of all the random dice rolls in the universe.

And that’s a powerful fucking decision to make.

There are forces outside our control, of course there are. There are things we can’t escape, realities we can’t change. But there are almost always more things that we can change than things we cannot. And one of the biggest ones is our perspective.

What would the world look like if we all decided, individually, to make this right here our best reality? To stop wishing we were someone else doing something else somewhere else. To instead wholeheartedly believe that this is the chosen life, the one that deserves all of our effort, all of our passion, all of our attention. I think it would be transformative.

I encourage you to try it, even just for a day. Believe that your life is charmed, that it is destined and fated to matter. I’m not talking about manifesting, I’m talking about choosing.

Since hearing those words from him, I’ve tried to make small changes, everyday changes, but intentional ones, to enjoy the life I find myself in. To appreciate it, really appreciate it, despite its hardships, despite its ugliness, despite its many, many imperfections. To write more, to feel more, to forgive more, to listen more. To smile and dance around in my kitchen to KPop songs more. To tell my husband I love him more.

I can promise you that while my reality has not changed much at all since last Summer, it has nonetheless risen in my esteem. I can agree with him now; I can say that I too, am living in the best possible reality, out of the myriad of them that there may be, floating out there in the ether.

Maybe in one of them I am smarter, cleverer, notable for accomplishing something great. Maybe in one of them I’m more popular, more loved, more lauded.

But in this one, I am me, right where I am. And I choose to believe that that is no accident.

When he gifted those words to me that day, it was just that: a gift. And maybe I’m silly to read so much into a throwaway sentence from a pop star, but I’m not sure that’s what it was. I think it was vulnerable, thoughtful encouragement from a man who has enough power and wealth to be anything but vulnerable and thoughtful. And yet, he chooses to be.

Thank you, Namjoon. And happy birthday 💙

#happy birthday Namjoon #kim namjoon #kim namjoon bts #namjoon #namjoon birthday #Namjoon the philosopher

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lollytea · 6 months

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About the phone writing thing, idk how people write for fun off their phones. Like I feel like my silly little OC stories aren’t official enough for a word/google doc. That’s reserved for like a novel or academic writing in my head

Exactly, there is some intimidation associated with the word document that makes you feel like you need to put something polished and refined on it. But the notes app? Notes app is your friend. Notes app doesn't mind what you tap into it. You could write down one word so you don't forget it and it would feel natural. You could write your grocery list. Or maybe you could just tap in a little paragraph for a fic you're thinking of writing. Or two or three or five or ten paragraph! Now look at you you're writing without reservation. It can be a little sloppy and imperfect but that doesn't matter because it's just the notes app, who cares. I think writing flows a lot smoother when you don't put all these expectations on yourself to make it good. And for a lot of people, using the phone helps with that for some reason.

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7grandmel · 3 months

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Todays rip: 04/02/2024

[SFM] The Voice's Day Off

Season 3 No Album Release (Read More) Idle - Garry's Mod

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Requested by @undertale-vs-fortnite-who-wins!

Look - To tell you that I was DELIGHTED to see this request come into my askbox would be an absolute understatement. In my coverage of SiIvaGunner through this blog, I want to try and touch on as many different parts of its history as possible, to introduce and remind fans new and old of just how many things have been put on the channel in its life. Yet somehow in doing that, I'd forgotten entirely about the Garry's Mod rips, which given their quality is a damn crime.

For that specific generation of internet users who have only recently turned into adults, it's a universal truth that Source Filmmaker (SFM, for short) fucking rules. Released by Valve onto Steam back in 2012, its the software that the company themselves used to animate cinematics within and to promote their own games from around that time - only now being distributed for free to anyone using Steam to use. This opened the floodgates for a whole new wave of amateur animators to fuck around with all sorts of film-making, either by using Valve's own characters such as the cast of Team Fortress 2 or by using models shared on the Workshop. Not too dissimilar to the chaotic and openly unrefined world of YouTube Poop, the resulting wave of SFM animation would be defined by its imperfections - ragdolling characters, distorted facial animations, and generally crazy over-exaggerated animation placed upon environments that looked noticeably stock and standard by comparison.

On SiIvaGunner, the rips of Garry's Mod (a sandbox game that was often used before SFM to make faux-animations/Machinima) are all made to pay tribute to this specific part of internet culture, with SFM animations made within SiIvaGunner's set of inside jokes. And god, man, [SFM] The Voice's Day Off in particular just brings me back to such a fun time on the channel in general. I'll still likely forever say that Season 2 was my favorite time to be invested in the channel due to just how much constant lore development seemed to be occurring at every moment, but...for as engrossing-yet-absurd as those Christmas Comeback Crisis episodes were, there was something refreshing about Season 3 scaling back on things a bit - yet still letting us keep tabs on it all with side episodes and the Haltmann Archives data logs. And yeah, the channel was still definitely going down a sillier, more chaotic path over the course of the Season, and by the start of Season 4 the lore had effectively been put on hold entirely to focus more on the core of the channel. But the result of that shift in focus has left Season 3 as feeling like a sort of crossroads in my mind: as that period of time where the entire community was still aware of and hotly anticipating any and all lore developments and updates on our favorite CCC characters, while still being fully aware that we probably weren't going to see a new main episode any time soon. We were all just lore aware enough to begin having communal fun with all forms of SiIvaGunner lore-shitposting.

Look, what I'm getting at is: [SFM] The Voice's Day Off is an immensely silly animation, yet what its parodying is the SiIvaGunner lore itself. It's an animation where the entire joke is built on the characterization of SiIvaGunner-original character, more than it is about the pop culture that otherwise influences the channel so much more frequently. I am of course immensely happy with how The Voice was portrayed in his grand return in Season 7's Christmas Comeback Crisis episode, yet in those years of time off between Episode 10 and 11 it was the rips like [SFM] The Voice's Day Off that reminded us in the community that The Voice still existed, and that he still very much mattered. Silly of a video as it may be, it is still just a genuinely funny concept and execution for a parody video, given the genuinely evil characterization he has in the storyline. There's just something so fun about seeing the guy sing and boast about his perfectly normal sunday afternoon, althewhile it consists of just as much murderous rampage as he seeks to indulge in during his time in the canon material. Silly parody content or not, even through the often intentionally crude animation, it really was rips like this that helped inform my understanding on The Voice as a character, in particular his love for the theatrical and the borderline flamboyancy he exudes.

...I feel like this post is delving ever closer into character-overanalysis territory akin to Vote Responsibly!!, but I can't help it - I fucking love SiIvaGunner and its lore, and I find The Voice in particular to still be one of the channel's most compelling pieces. And though it's definitely true that he was turned into more of an in-joke within the community during his years off the clock after Season 2, no doubt in part thanks to rips just like [SFM] The Voice's Day Off...I'm still glad silly shit like it was able to exist at all before his grand return. Because for as often-disconnected as I've felt from SiIvaGunner as a community, it felt damn good to be laughing together over the characterization of our favorite pyramid-headed bastard.

#todays siivagunner #season 3 #siivagunner #siiva #tentative rip name #rip visuals #NBGMusic #the voice inside your head #the voice #christmas comeback crisis #Youtube #sfm #sfm animation #garrys mod #source filmmaker

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pandoa · 2 years

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May irequest for your flower event

Asters ~ “i am willing to wait. i will remain by your side, loyal only to you”

And

Cherry blossoms ~ “your imperfections are what make you simply irresistible”

For azul but his s/o is saying this

Asters ~ “i am willing to wait. i will remain by your side, loyal only to you”

Cherry blossoms ~ “your imperfections are what make you simply irresistible”

~azul ashengrotto x gender neutral reader~ warnings: angst/comfort for our dearest octo boy <3 azul and the reader are also in an established relationship

hello anon! i just wanted to say that i absolutely loved writing this. azul deserves all the comfort he can get and i'm so glad that i was able to write for this side of him. enjoy!

♡Blossom Grove Prompt Event♡

♡know that i am here♡

It was one of those dreary days where the sun refused to emerge from the curtains of gloomy clouds in the overcast sky. The atmosphere was filled with a sweltering dampness that irritated your skin as the wind softly whispered its darkest secrets into your itching ears. Raindrops pattered against the windows with an uneven rhythm. Thunder roared and rumbled through the ground. No one wished to remain out in these unpleasant conditions, and you and Azul were no exception.

Maybe it was the colorless way the trees hung low over the creaking roof of your room at Ramshackle. Perhaps it was the howling shouts of the storm creating a crestfallen mood on all who encountered it. Or it mayhaps could have been the dreadful emptiness surrounding the usually lively Night Raven campus. Whatever it had been, all you were certain of was that it left your dear boyfriend, Azul, to be distraught by his occasional waves of insecurity.

Huddled underneath a sound blanket in your rather cozy dorm room, Azul turned his face away from yours, clearly trying to prevent you from spotting the flowing tears welling up from his eyes. It was moments like this where he wished your gentle gaze would divert its attention to anything that was not himself. He detested the feeling of your worried stares pointed towards him and loathed the fact that you had to see him in such a frazzled state.

“I’m afraid you do not understand,” Azul said as he buried himself in the warm covers of your bed. “I am weak, I am ugly. I may appear to be worthy now; however, deep down I know that I will always remain as the pathetic little merman trapped inside a silly octopus pot like the crybaby I truly am.”

Extending your hand out to cradle his contrastingly cold palm, you grasped Azul’s figure, determination evident in your demeanor. “Azul, look at me. You know none of that matters.” You proclaimed assertively as you peered into your boyfriend’s fallen expression, making sure to maintain an intimate eye contact with the young man. “I love you.”

“How could you love a miserable thing like me?”

“Well, first off,” you began as you placed a concentrating finger against your chin, “you are incredibly intelligent. Look at all the accomplishments your younger self has achieved. Your brilliant mind never ceases to amaze me.”

Azul then peeked his head out from the soft disposition of your blankets at the validating reassurance of your words. Did you really think that? A small part of him wished for you to continue, filling him with a certain sense of warmth gathering within his stomach.

“And your octopus form? All the more arms for you to wrap around my waist in a snuggly embrace,” you whispered into the light-gray locks of the fragile second year before you, caressing each troubling thought that infected Azul’s mind with your own sweet sentences.

“The tears you shed only prove that you are comfortable enough to let yourself be free around me. Do you know just how much pride I get from knowing that you allow yourself to lower your guard around me for the sole reason being that you trust me?” you asked with genuine fondness weaved into your heartwarming voice.

“Your imperfections are what make you simply irresistible. Please do not think that there is a need for you to hide them.”

Azul, who had finally emerged from his place burrowed in your bed, lifted his wavering gaze to your knowing one as he relaxed. “I will try… I suppose. However, there are no promises that I’ll expose them right away. I must have time.”

“Of course. Take all the time that you need. I am willing to wait. I will remain by your side, loyal only to you.”

Running an emollient hand through Azul’s hair, you pulled his form closer to yours in a long overdue embrace that left the Octavinelle housewarden yearning for more of your delicate touches of affection. The emotions you evoked out of Azul seeped out of the boy in an uncharacteristic manner regardless of whether he wanted them to or not. Feelings of a swelling passion growing in his heart, feelings of overwhelming courage in his step, and finally, feelings of weakness that was not necessarily a bad thing when only shown to you, his lover.

Vulnerability.

a/n: woooooo two azul requests in a row lol

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