#bc it's more of 'what they want' with plain background and shit

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i need a new icon on here. The picrews I've used in the past aren't working and like. yes i have a recently taken selfie if i want it to Actually Look Like Me that's an option but also absolutely not (I'll post the selfie randomly like anyone else would thank u v much, ppl only need to see that Once, not on every post i reblog)

But no character pics feel right either. or cute animals. utter disaster over here, it is. twenty injured fourteen dead but somehow only three of us in the house at the time. but it was That Bad

#text post #i took the selfie to update my LinkedIn actually lmaoooo #bc it's more of 'what they want' with plain background and shit #i think with it not clear that what's behind me is a regular ass white plain bathroom door it looks like im being held hostage somewhere #but if that's professional to ppl then alright have at lmao #ill be 29 as of tomorrow isn't that fucked up #that doesn't sound real if you told 18 yr old me I'd be 29 someday they'd snap ajsndkfngjg #this icon thing is the most pressing matter on my plate rn ofc/s and will be addressed before professionalism in pics and my bday #that and mum struggling to not be with me for my bday bc i Know it's gonna come up tomorrow #she and the bf are actually on a trip out of state to help her not think of it so she won't be sad #i hope it works bc im having my own Feelings abt my bday and will still help handle hers if she needs but also #would be nice to just handle my own rn. AFTER the icon change is done tho

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★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: Yuuji Itadori truly was the best friend a girl like you could ask for, but he wasn't the only reason you came to visit. (His older brother, the devilishly handsome Choso Kamo, had always been the apple of your eye).

★ c.w.: slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual smut, childhood sweethearts, kinda, mutual pining, choso with a tongue piercing, rough sex, cunnilingus, backshots, unprotected sex, regular people au, two year age gap, PWP.

★ a/n: hi pookie dookies!! ive been wanting to write choso for a while!! this is a one shot I split into two chapters bc its like, 11k words.... but! if u guys request it, I might add more chapters!!! thank u for ur support as always, muah muah!! (btw if u like tokyo rev go check out my other shit teehee).

★ w.c.; 4.5k

best friend's brother ; chapter index

YUUJI ITADORI WAS truly the best friend a girl like you could ask for. The two of you were kind of like childhood friends, though you hadn’t been close for a good portion of it. You didn’t remember the exact day Itadori had invited you into his home – though you knew it was some time in elementary school. The two of you had been practically inseparable ever since. 

There was one thing about the pinkette’s home life in particular that seemed to catch your young eye. 

His older brother, Choso.

He was two years your senior – dark hair, dark eyes, he looked nothing like his brother. He had this scar over the bridge of his nose from an accident that had happened when he was younger. He was an elusive figure, something of a mystery to your young mind – he was always there, but never there.  

He was content to dwell in the background like some sort of side character. 

The first time you’d ever met him had been at one of Itadori’s baseball games. He’d invited you to show up – and at this point you had to have been no older than 8 or 9 – and show out for him. And show out you sure did. 

You had your mother do your hair up real nice in those cute little pigtails you used to love wearing. You had scribbled his jersey number onto a plain white tee the night before, donning some hot pink leggings beneath.

And you screamed for Itadori, cheered as loud as your little lungs would allow you to. He won, of course, but that’s not the point here. You’d gone up to him after the game, wrapping your short arms around his frame – and at the time he was no larger than you were – and telling him he’d done great. Itadori grinned at you, faint blush dusting his cheeks, and thanked you. His smile was a thousand suns in one.

A hand on his shoulder had shaken the two of you out of the moment. A bigger hand.

It was his 11-year-old adoptive brother, Choso Kamo. An angel of the darkness, as corny as that sounds, but in that moment you swore the gates of heaven resided in those dark eyes of his. He stood out against the bright backdrop of the September afternoon. The sunlight filtered through his short black hair, reflected off of his pale skin, shooting rays right into your stomach and sending a horde of butterflies fluttering.

“This your girlfriend, Yuuji?” He commented with a half-grin.

You remember turning red at his comment, waving your arms around wildly. You remember the way his eyes creased as he laughed at you, one of the few times you recall seeing him laugh.

So what if you had heart eyes for your best friend’s older brother? It was harmless, just a little crush you had formed on the guy you felt had stolen your heart away. Harmless. 

At least, it was until the two of you grew older. You started junior high, you started puberty , and as your body changed, so did his. So did your feelings, morphing from a butterfly crush to something more akin to desire as you began to see him in a different light.

He lost the baby fat around his face. His eyes had darkened, shoulders broadening. His hair got longer, falling into his boyish, scarred face in a way that rendered you entirely breathless. 

He was becoming a man.

You were 13 and 15 now, stealing sneaky glances at him whenever he would pass by his brother’s room. Yuji, who had just been boasting about how he was starting to get taller than you, would pay it no mind.

It was just a crush. He was two years your senior, after all. You had no chance.

You were 13 when he would poke fun at you and his brother. He was 15 when he would laugh at the way your face would go red. He didn’t know that it wasn’t his brother you wanted.

14 and 16 when you first began to notice the subtle slope of his shoulders become more pronounced, more defined. When you began to notice the way his muscles would strain against the sleeves of his tee shirt. 

He had always been a large guy, having hit quite a few growth spurts along the way. He had to have been about 5’10 at that point, practically towering over you. But lately, you thought he must have been hitting the gym. He would walk past Yuji’s open door – and in their house it was a family policy to leave the door open when you came over, even if Yuji was only a brother to you – with gym gear on. He would come back with sweat-slicked hair plastered to his forehead, chest rising and falling steadily.

Something about that made your hormones go wild for him. Inappropriate thoughts began to chew away at you from the inside, images of what he could do to you with such strength, even if you weren’t too certain what ‘doing’ even entailed at that time. The scent of his pheromones, something like that – or maybe it was the way his gym clothes hugged his body while he marched towards the bathroom to take a shower – it made you feral for him.

He was so much bigger than you now. It made your head spin with feelings you didn’t quite understand. It was just a crush… so why did you stay awake at night imagining him panting over you, sweat trickling down his bare chest? The way his muscles might ripple under your hesitant, inexperienced touch? The warmth that would bloom over your face when you imagined his lips on yours – this man who you had never gotten close to.

A man who you remembered having a late night conversation with in the kitchen while Yuuji slept right down the hall one night.

He was ransacking the cabinet for snacks when you found him. He relaxed once he’d noticed it was you, the two of you eventually falling into sugar-fueled conversation after he cracked open a pack of double-stuff oreos. A conversation about the taboo , about the things you had been told to keep quiet.

“You don’t have to be all flustered ‘round me, y’know,” He had told you rather softly. The two of you were separated by the kitchen island, but it felt like he was way to close to you. “You can ask me anything you’re curious about.”

“I’m not curious!” You had whisper-shouted back with a roll of your eyes. “I don’t want to know about your sex life, you whore.”

“You just asked me what it felt like, liar,” He noted, quirking a brow at your outward reaction. He loved to get under your skin. Lived for it. “And for the record, I’m not a whore. Most of the times I’ve been touched have been with my own hand.”

“I’ve never tried… that, ” You mused quietly, head low. Your face burned with the heat of your admission. 

He popped an oreo into his mouth, dusting his hands off carelessly. “What, masturbating?”

Your heart did a weak somersault. “Quiet!” You hissed at him. “Now what if Yuuji heard you talking to me like that?”

“Calm your shit,” he told you. “You’re too young f’me. Relax.”

He only chuckled at your words, shaking his head quietly while he resealed the oreos. Still, if he was thinking anything about your reaction, he didn’t voice it. You were glad.

But it hurt. It hurt, hearing him talk about you like you didn’t have a chance. Like none of the effort you put into your appearance around him had any effect on him because you were too young to steal his attention away. None of it mattered – the push up bras, the low cut tanks, the cherry lip balm. 

In his eyes, you were only a kid.

“I’m a virgin,” you had blurted out, for some odd reason you still didn’t quite understand.

The pause that befell the two of you was one that you remembered years later. 

“I can tell,” He had said, slim waist swinging side to side as he walked around the kitchen island, towards the exit behind you. He sauntered over to you with a smirk on his face and a plate in his hand, dark hair pulled back into a bun while his layers fell around his face. He was breathtaking, handsome, tantalizing build towering over you.

16, A man whose voice had dropped again in the last few months whispered those words, the ones you would never forget, “‘S fun. You should try it.”

You didn’t know what he had wanted you to try – having sex or performing it on yourself.

Either way, that night when you went home was the first time you ever tried to touch yourself. Fantasized about him whispering in your ear, holding you down, talking you through – while your pink-manicured fingers worked you up to your first orgasm.

Two years had never felt so far apart.

Choso had a girlfriend at one point. It was only for, like, four months – he was 17, you were 15. You only found this out when he’d come home after a pretty rough night with her. He looked pissed, lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You knew he was too old for you, that you weren’t old enough for him, more specifically – but, still, you batted those lashes of yours up at him while you asked him what was wrong.

You didn’t tell him about the way butterflies erupted in your stomach like a hundred angry guisers when he told you his girlfriend had cheated, left him for another man. 

You hugged him instead, telling him that it would be alright, telling him that she never deserved him anyway. You were the one for him, and one day he would see that.

Instead of turning to you – who had been right there all along, he had just been too blind to notice – he took his anger out on everyone else. He became cold, emotionally closed off. He became a serial heartbreaker. 

For a while, whenever you came over to Yuuji’s, his bedroom would be vacant. Open, dark, just as he had left it. For a while, he would spend his nights with faceless hookups and meaningless dates. Itadori would call you to complain about it, about how “we’re home alone for dinner tonight and Choso just walked out”.

Your heart broke, too. He just didn’t know it.

He didn’t know you were waiting for him to come to his senses, for him to see you as a woman .

You were seated in the kitchen across from Itadori enjoying another late-night snack, sharing some hearty laughter. You had always adored your conversations with him, the ‘After-Hours’ talks, as you would often refer to them. 

Your night had taken an unexpected turn when Itadori’s brother burst through the kitchen door with a giggling girl in tow. The late hour suggested that this was no ordinary visit.

Still, even though you couldn’t pry your eyes away from her, you didn’t say anything. You stayed quiet while your heart shattered into one hundred million pieces inside of your tight chest.

Itadori’s laughter had died down, giving way to an awkward silence. He greeted his brother with a smile, “Hey, bro. Who’s she?”

Choso shrugged, dark hair shifting over his eyes that seemed to glint beneath the dim lighting as he replied, “Company.”

His mischievous tone and the girl at his side left little to the imagination. Your cheeks flushed as you exchanged another quick glance with Itadori.

You felt frozen in place. You couldn’t move. No, all you could do was sit there like a dumbass and stare at him, watch the man you loved liked guide her by her hand up the stairs. 

Of course. You had been naive to think that he would wait for you. He would be 18 next year. 

He was out of your league.

Feeling the need for a momentary escape, you had excused yourself, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom. You had stood up, heart racing, and made your way up the stairs and towards the bathroom.

Conveniently, of course, it was located just down the hall from Choso’s room.

You crept down the hall slowly. As you passed by his door, you caught a sound. Something unmistakable – two people in hushed conversation uttering words in between kisses. 

“Choso, baby.” 

Another quiet kiss. Their lips separated.

“I’m ready.” 

“You brought protection?” 

Your embarrassment grew as you realized the intimate nature of the encounter happening on the other side of the door. Quickly, you averted your gaze, face burning, and ran off to the bathroom.

It took you a moment to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe the awkwardness of the whole situation. Shit, you didn’t even know how to approach him after this.

Worst of all, you didn’t even know why you were still only able to imagine it was your voice behind that door instead of hers. That it was him pressing butterfly kisses to your lips. Him asking you if you were ready for him.

With your cheeks tinged a rosey hue, you resolved to keep yourself locked away in the bathroom until the thoughts subsided.

It seemed like it was a new girl every time you came to visit. A blonde, a brunette – he didn’t seem to have a preference. Every time you would watch him walk another girl to the front door, bidding her safe travels on her way home, your hope would wither away.

But the feelings never subsided. No, even when you would spend a little more time walking past his room on your way to the bathroom to eavesdrop. Not even when you would hear hushed whispers and quiet moans from the other side and imagine what kind of lover Choso would be. Would he leave marks? Talk dirty to you? Was he a giver or a taker? 

Not even when the two of you would cross paths in the kitchen after his plans for the evening went home. He would turn to you with a knowing smirk, hair down and messy even though it did nothing to hide the red and purple love bites that littered the valley of his neck. 

And he looked so good that you often found yourself wishing it was you who had left those marks. 

It was as if he knew you were dying inside. Like something was beginning to change inside of him after all of these years. Like he took some strangely cruel pleasure in showing off to you.

No, you would have to remind yourself in vain. I’m too young for him. 

You were just a girl in his eyes. That’s what you maintained.

So you went out and retaliated by losing your V-card to some kid from your class. Well, in your head it was retaliation. He was none the wiser about it, but it gave you a sense of satisfaction knowing you were able to fuck people who weren’t him. 

Take that, Choso. 

Yuji groaned, laying spread eagle over his carpeted floor, arms spread out on either side of him. He had grown so much – you could hardly contain the way your eyes wandered from his pretty face to his new physique. Like his brother, Itadori was a well-defined man.

God picked favorites, and it wasn’t you.

There was an open notebook splayed over his face. He gripped the spine, tossing it to the side. 

“I’m over this chemistry shit,” He sighed.

You couldn’t possibly have agreed more. Still, you continued to sketch the rough outline of a circle onto the sheet of construction paper in your hand. You would need to make it perfect, just right, so that you would be able to incorporate it into your group project.

You turned the pencil over between your fingertips. “We’re gonna need more supplies.”

"Like what?" Yuuji asked, his frustration still evident. "I’m pretty sure we’ve purchased, like… every craft supply on the market."

You quirked a brow at the thought. "Scissors…?"

Yuuji pursed his lips, his brow furrowing. "I don’t have those."

"Of course you don’t," you sighed, shaking your head. "Who the hell doesn’t have scissors?"

"I lent them to Choso," he retorted with a hint of annoyance.

Your heart dropped at the mention of Choso. You couldn't help but picture his face, his body, and wondered if he was asleep. You didn't want to disturb him.

Yuuji sat up, nudging you with his foot playfully. "Hey, why don't you go over there and get them? Make some goo-goo eyes, bat your lashes. I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to you."

You hesitated for a moment, considering your options. "I'm sure I can find some in my backpack," you said instead, trying to avoid the suggestion.

"Come onnnn, you know you wanna go over there," Yuuji teased with a sly grin. He leaned in closer, cupping his hand around his mouth, and whispered, " He just got back from the gym. "

Another nudge from Yuuji finally made you relent. "Fine," you said with a playful roll of your eyes. "I’ll be back."

Only moments later, you found yourself standing in front of Choso's door, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you as you raised your hand up to knock. You rapped twice against the wooden surface. There was a shuffling sound on the other side of the world, one that made your heartrate pick up, and then the door cracked open.

He had one earbud in his ear, the other dangling over his chest. He wore a black wife pleaser and some grey sweats that hung loose over his hips – leaving little to the imagination. He looked so strong, muscular arm braced against the doorframe while the other held it open. His waist was thin, toned, so much so that you could see it through the fabric of his shirt.

He smelled like he had just hopped out of the shower – like cherry and musk. His wet hair was done back into a messy bun. His eyes raked over your trembling form.

With a gentle, familiar grin, he said, “What’s up?”

Your throat felt dry. You swallowed anyway, with a great deal of discomfort, averting your wide-eyed gaze. Ignoring the way your eyes lingered over the pale skin of his toned navel revealed where his tank had ridden up, over the v line that dipped down into his waistband, over the neatly trimmed trail that led down south . 

“Do… Do you have scissors?” You asked him. You didn’t like how timid you sounded, or the way your stomach churned at the sight of him.

He paused for a moment, and somehow you knew he was looking at you. You were suddenly very glad you had worn a fitted v-neck tee shirt today, one that would have provided him with a bird’s eye view of your cleavage.

He’s looking at me. 

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, stepping away from the door and into his room. You had only wandered into Choso’s quarters a few times with Yuuji, usually to steal something from him while he wasn’t home. You had never really taken the time to notice the band posters taped up over his walls, the black sheets on his bed, the clothes scattered over his floor in typical teenage boy fashion.

You poked your head in, taking a quick look around while his muscular back was turned. Ultimately, it was him you wound up gawking at, hungry eyes following the well-defined curve of his back into his slim waist, the curve of his bubble butt.

You looked away just as he had turned around. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t say anything. A red pair of scissors dangled from his curled finger. 

“Here,” was all he said, offering the tool to you. 

You didn’t know when conversations between the two of you had gotten to be so tense, so strained. It used to come effortlessly. These days, however, it seemed as if you were always trying to run away from conversation with him.

You took it from him gently, dying a bit more inside when his large fingers brushed against yours, offering a slight nod in return. “Thanks.”

16 and 18, now.

You had texted Choso asking for his help on a particularly difficult math assignment. He was older, after all, you didn’t doubt that he was better equipped to complete the homework than you were.

That was the first time you had ever hung out alone with him. Without Itadori. 

You would never forget the way the atmosphere changed when he sat close to you at the kitchen table. The way your skin prickled with electricity beneath his hesitant touch. He poked fun at you and your incompetence. You didn’t even care, not when he was sitting so close to you.

Alone.

The possibilities that filled your mind were less than holy.

Tensions were at an all time high. He had leaned over to help you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, when it finally snapped.

When you met his gaze with uncertainty in your eyes, making no real effort to put any distance between you and the man you had been pining after for so many years. In that moment, you saw it – saw him, saw that he finally looked at you as something more than just a girl.

Saw the way his gaze softened as he leaned into you. You let him get closer, close enough that his nose brushed against the tip of yours. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You remarked, even though you ached to be trapped in this moment with him a while longer.

He licked his lips, murmuring, “You’re probably right.”

Nothing compared to the delicate brush of his lips against yours as the two of you finally met in the middle, The way fireworks blew up in your gut. The way he cradled your cheek gently in the palm of his hand, crossing that unspoken boundary that the two of you had been toeing for so long.

Though you had made out with a few guys before, in your eyes, you had shared your first kiss with Choso in the kitchen that night. The first of many to come .

The summer between 16 and 17 was spent sharing secret moments with him behind doors, between appearances. 

You sat on the couch next to Itadori, trapped in the second installment of a film series the two of you had been watching yesterday. You were wearing a zip-up hoodie over your school uniform. 

You had come over to do homework. Just like yesterday, though, you wound up fucking around. 

Itadori was far too engrossed in whatever was happening on screen to notice his brother leaving the kitchen just a few feet off to the side. He looked you up and down, dark eyes reaching into your soul and picking you apart at the seams. With a barely noticeable motion, he nodded towards the stairs.

You nodded back, heart thrumming wildly in your chest.

Choso gripped the meat of your ass in his hands, throwing your legs around his waist while his mouth danced against yours. You tossed your arms around his shoulders, head reeling from how effortlessly he had picked you up. He walked the two of you backwards until your back hit the door. 

He continued to ravage you against that surface, too, tongue slipping in between your lips and exploring your mouth. You trembled against him, trying your best to keep up with him.

It felt so good – being pressed up against him, being given his attention. You wished it was more than secret kisses here and there, of course, but you would take what you could get.

“Missed you,” he hummed against your lips. 

You didn’t even care if that was the line he used on all of the other girls. In that moment, all that mattered was his lips against yours, his hands on you, his attention.

You snaked your hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, twisting some of the dark strands between your fingertips. “I should really get back soon,” You gasped, relishing in the way his kisses felt up and down your neck.

He relented, letting you down. You pressed one more chaste kiss to his lips.

“Didn’t mean to keep ‘ya,” he chuckled lowly, breaths still heavy from the makeout session you had been having only seconds before. He nodded towards the door behind you. “Get back out there.”

You nodded wordlessly, opening the door. With one final smile, you slipped behind it. You felt like you were floating as your legs carried you down the stairs and into the living room. You didn’t even care how disheveled you looked.

Thankfully, Yuuji didn’t notice the way you were wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as you plopped onto the couch beside him. He also didn’t notice when his brother wandered down the stairs a few minutes later, or the way he smiled knowingly at you before disappearing into the kitchen.

You were 17 when Choso left for college. He was 19 when his brother had thrown him a going-away party.

There were 10 of you in the living room, a few of Yuuji and his childhood friends all gathered around the coffee table. A movie was on. Some of them were engrossed in a card game in the corner of the room. 

You and Choso lingered behind the group, situated comfortably on the couch behind all of the action. He was sitting so close that your thighs brushed against his, so close that it felt like he, too, wanted to savor the moment before interacting with you became a rarity. Before he moved out and started a new life somewhere hours away.

He didn’t voice any of these feelings, keeping his dark eyes unreadable and steady on the movie that Yuji had put on in the background. Selena Gomez was playing from a speaker somewhere behind the couch.

You almost wanted to lean your head on his shoulder. Almost. Never mind the fact that everyone would see it.

You distinctly remember the way he shifted closer to you when you pulled out a blanket. You let him make the bold move, seemingly unfazed by the potential audience only feet away from the two of you. 

He tossed the plush blanket over his legs. The lights were dim. Dim enough that they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed at the proximity.

Sixteen minutes passed. You felt like you were going to explode.

Somewhere along the way, though it’s all a bit fuzzy now, you remember feeling his hand creep down beneath the blanket to rest on your thigh. You fought to remain composed, even though the darkness undoubtedly shrouded whatever it was that Choso was planning to do.

He lingered over the skin on your thighs left bare by the shorts you had chosen to wear. His finger traced over you, igniting fire in your nerves. Again, you said nothing, letting him go about tracing shapes on your thigh while his face remained stoic and composed.

You glanced between him and the blanket. You couldn’t see the imprint of his hand moving, somehow, but you could practically feel the heat radiating from beneath it when his index finger slipped between your thighs. 

19 years old. Two years had never seemed so far apart. When he was the age you were now, you recalled his voice being quite a few pitches higher. The same voice that had dropped even lower over the last year, now drawing you closer to him as he murmured into your ear, “Can I touch you?”

Parting your legs infinitesimally, you wordlessly granted him entrance. His fingers dipped down, ghosting over your cotton panties in a way that had you wondering how well of a disguise the dim lighting really was.

“What if they see us?” You had whispered back, even quieter. None of them had bothered to turn back. Even still, you wondered if one of them had X-Ray vision.

His voice seemed even deeper as it vibrated against your side. “You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you?”

The moment his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, you knew you were in no position to disagree.

Yuuji and his friends were none the more wiser. Yuji didn’t notice when you whined quietly, letting him slip two fingers into your aching cunt, or when his brother worked you open on his fingers. 

He didn’t notice when the two of you had left to make out heatedly in the pantry, right against the box of assorted chips, right where anyone could walk in, turn on the light, and see you there pressed up against him disappeared to the pantry for ten minutes. 

Though the moment you returned to see him glancing at you with a curious brow raised, you knew he had finally caught on. Even if he didn’t say anything about it.

It would be another three months before you would see Choso again.

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do you have any tips on how to live off as artist professionally?

First of all art isn't always a viable option depending where you live. The only reason ive been able to live off art is because the american dollar is worth 5x more than the brazilian real so even if i didn't get many comms i could still get by with the few i had. and if that wasn't the case I'd pretty much be eating breadcrumbs off the floor like a pigeon.

1. Whore yourself out and draw fanart of every popular or trending thing to gather attention to youe art

2. Learn your platforms: learn how each websites algorithm works, learn what are the best hours to post, etc

3. I cannot stress enough how important it is to find your niche

4. Everyone is fake no one wants to be your friend, other popular artists will start following you the moment your following becomes good enough. They'll start to interact with you too and want to become mutuals in order to share followings/traction. If you can play into that you can get them to share your stuff as well, but honestly don't fall for it bc most of them shittalk other artists on their privs or personal servers and the stress isnt worth it

5. Draw nsfw if possible/if you're comfortable with. People who commission porn pay well and they often have very few options when commissioning stuff bc most artists don't accept porn commissions.

6. Accept being an artist is a hard job that doesn't pay really well. If you're freelancing on comms life's always going to be a tightrope, so i suggest trying to do professional work once in a while so you can at least have the security of a salary. Draw backgrounds, gestures, scenes, studies, and the likes, bc those are what companies will want in your portfolio

7. Depending where you live it's extremely hard to live off as an artist, and being an artist is often means a very difficult struggle with finances. It's a job that requires passion, and more often than not turning art in a job causes creative burnout and complete loss of spark for it. Ask yourself: why do you want to be a professional artist? Isn't it better to keep it as a hobby? Maybe a side gig if you need money? You can still pursue art even if you don't do it to earn money, and it doesn't make you any less of an artist. It's a difficult job, and you need to understand its not going to be viable at all times and sometimes you'll have to throw in the towel and do something else to survive and there's 0 shame in that.

8. Be professional and courteous with your clients. Don't be a doormat, but don't go around ghosting people or being passive aggressive or taking them for granted and never deliver any product. Doing art for money is a JOB. Treat it like such. Inform your clients about delays, or any issues that may come up.

9. Take care of yourself and by that i mean eat decent food, exercise your arms, get 8 hours of sleep and get some sun (or take vitamin D periodically if youre a basement dweller). This isn't some self care uwu shit, it's actual science that your body is a machine and not providing what it needs to function leads to issues, and some of those issues include affecting your mental health, and mental health issues include and are not limited to: anxiety, depression, burnout, loneliness, feeling like your art sucks, feeling unmotivated, feeling like you're a failure, etc. Same with physical: for the love of GOD you DON'T want wrist issues. You dont want carpal or ulnar nerve entrapment. Don't draw 24/7. Don't push yourself either. If youre feeling shitty its time to STOP. Just picture a shitty graphics card trying to run minecraft with 5 shaders and 10 mods at once on fullscreen with 60 fps. Thats you. Youre the graphics card

10. Don't be a bitch, don't get involved with drama. Can't be an internet artist if you get cancelled so don't try to start shit at any point in time. Don't be a shit person.

And from the top of my head thats it, hope you like eating plain bread 🍞

[lottiecrabie]

Pfms Matty getting into a fight over girlies honor (maybe someone called her a prude for not putting out for them or smth) and he’s all bloody and she’s just *heart eyes*

no bc they’ve had their secret love affair but it’s ended somewhat terribly and heartbroken. now she’s seeing this guy that’s on paper perfect for her— some popular jock guy with a colgate smile. and matty is fine with that! whatever! if she’s happy with little ken then that’s all good to him!

they’re at the same party and no it Doesn’t hurt to see her nurse some sparkling wine and fade into the background, knowing full well that her first party, her first time getting drunk, her first sip of wine outside of church was with Him. and that when they were together — he uses it in the broadest terms, of course, because they never really were together — she would dance and laugh and chat. she’d thrown her head back with a giggle, snort into her solo cup, maybe even steal a puff or two of his cigarette and blow it in his face cheekily. take his hand and drag him to the upstairs bathroom and kiss his face off. whatever. he doesn’t care.

but he’s watching her and he’s starting to notice that dickhead’s hand around her waist and how he keeps Tugging her into him even when she slides away, keeps pressing his fingers into her ribs. notices the crisp smile she gives to his worshiping crowd gathering around him like he’s some sort of god. the way she flinches.

matty gets closer to them just to see. he waits around even when everyone else has left them alone, suffers through the disgusting wet sounds they make when they kiss. at least he’s safe in the knowledge that she doesn’t moan for that loser like she did for him. from the side glances he torturously allows himself, she barely even touches him except for a perfunctory hand on his shoulder, practically leaning away from him as he crowds her.

then he hears it. ‘i want you’ and ‘baby i need you’ and ‘you look so fucking pretty’. matty gags. but he keeps going ‘it’s painful’ and ‘i can’t wait’ and ‘cmon babe, at least your mouth’. matty sees red. his fingers dig around his beer. she says ‘no, tom. you know i’m not ready yet’. there’s some shitty side of him that’s elated to hear the words— she hasn’t been with anyone since him. isn’t ready for tom, but was so fucking ready to ride matty in his dirty car parked behind the school.

but then that asshole gets mad, like the fucking shit he is. ‘when will you be ready, huh?’ and ‘it’s been forever’ and ‘a guy has needs’ and ‘this is why you don’t date virgins’ and ‘you’re just such a fucking prude’.

matty’s pushing him away from her before he’s even aware he’s moved. ‘don’t fucking talk to her like that,’ he says, which tom obviously snorts at. ‘what’s your fucking problem? this is between us’. matty rises his eyebrows, ‘yeah?’ and punches him.

now, tom is taller and more athletic than matty. but he’s never been in a real fight, and matty doesn’t fight fair. he’s got him down on the floor, groaning in pain. matty stands up from him, his own ribs surely bruises, lip bleeding, a black eye coming on the way.

he turns to her, half in apology for involving himself like this, for being a reckless guy she can’t depend on. for being him. he expects some sort of horror, or anger, or plain disgust. instead, she gives him the same look she used to give him. the one when he knew she was about to find a ridiculous lie no one would ever contest because good church girl had said it, all to sneak him into some closet and jump his bones. thrill runs up his spine.

‘this has to stop,’ she said, crying. ‘we can’t— i can’t—‘ she shook her head, sniffling. ‘i’m sorry.’

it’s not a good idea. matty turns away, eyes fleeing her like he’s been burned. he steps over tom, walking to the door, rustling his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. he hopes the smell won’t remind him of her. hopes she’ll stop haunting him.

the door closes behind her. muted awful pop music follows him down the street.

#i used to suck at blurbs but why is this one kinda slay🕺 #pray for my soul #ask #blurb

[heatwavering]

when-harry-met-sally-ification of hangster is genius!!!! i would love to hear more about that if you don't mind sharing!

also - what's on your bradley bradshaw playlist? what's genre do you associate w/ him the most?

oh god. oh you don’t even know man. hangster being harry met sally (1989) is one of those things that only makes sense in my head or with a lot of background context, because if i were to just come out and say “rooster is like sally because he’s a chronic perfectionist and an emotional powder keg that lets everything pile up until the last moment (plus his mom is meg ryan), and hangman’s like harry because he’s an cynical asshole who’s actually gooey on the inside and doesn’t speak before he thinks and chooses to push peoples buttons and yearns more than he lets on” to someone who’s only seen both movies in passing, i’m going to get a lot of blank stares and nervous laughter. "isn't that every romcom couple ever?" yes. but i mean--

BAR. FOR BAR. I have wayyy more examples and comparisons but my computer explodes every time I try to add a picture or god forbid a gif. mostly, the "we've met before and it went terrible both times, but the third time we met it stuck and we managed to finally find equal footing and fall in love," is sooooo special to me. and since when harry met sally is an 80s movie (derogatory) and people bog down on the "men and women can't be friends" thing it gets a lot of flack, but by the end of the movie the whole dynamic shifts and becomes more like "why are we putting such big expectations on a relationship when I just love you. plain and simple. no wishy-washy philosophy applies because we've outgrown it and now know each other as equals." (plus that whole first "idea" is brought up by a cynical twenty-something who changes his entire worldview by the end of the movie bc he's fallen in love. why stick to your guns about an idea that's outdated when (a) people are too complicated to fall into your boxes and (b) uhhh who cares. you're in love. I always thought the change in harry's character is supposed to reverse his previous claim in the beginning of the movie and make fun of it for being kind of elementary. but maybe I'm thinking too hard about it.) I'm definitely glossing over some plot points and nuance and whatever but again, this dynamic is something that came directly out of my mind and basically only applies to how I've sandcastled hangster into what I want to see. plus I watched WHMS at like nine years old and it might've had some debilitating side effects. enjoy with an entire pile of salt.

about music now. I'm one of those people that is the ugly kind of pretentious about character playlists (his ass would NOT listen to hayloft by mother mother, shit like that) but also spends net zero time actually building a playlist that follows a timeline or theme. so I just sort everything into two separate playlists/categories: songs that [insert character] would listen to "canonically" and songs [insert character] is aligned with in my own opinion. sometimes there's overlap!!! and sometimes I'm forcing myself to decide if Bradley listens to third eye blind or is the kind of guy who makes fun of people who listen to third eye blind. I still can't decide. I wasn't alive when he was in high school. and you know you're up a creek without a paddle when American Pie (1999) becomes reliable historical material. anyway here's the best way I can describe the difference in the two:

Bradley's own playlist: teenage boy from SoCal in the late 90s early 2000s. in my mind he was always kinda quiet in school and did partake in band so he could play the piano (yes, in jazz band. if I hear a Whiplash joke I'm airing the room out) and spent a lot of time listening to anything and everything that wasn't uhhh Britney Spears adjacent. but lots of blink-182, foo fighters, Pearl Jam, nirvana. probably some early Coldplay. maybe some of The Killers when he got to college, and Radiohead but in secret and when Maverick wouldn't bully him for listening to so much "sad ass (unspoken: gay) music." and of course he's Goose's son, soooo: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Jim Croce, Billy Joel, Allman Brother's Band, Hall & Oates, CCR, Eagles, etc. From Maverick (and Ice): U2, Pearl Jam, The Cars, more dad yacht rock, maybe Metallica (??) depends on if you think Maverick would ever mess around with something hair metal adjacent. of course he prays at the alter of Bruce Springsteen like his fathers before him. and his mom filled in everything else: Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Paul Simon, Wham! (George Michael being outed....hoo boy. #1 topic NOT discussed at the Bradshaw-Mitchell-Kazansky dinner table.), George Strait, Hootie & The Blowfish, miscellaneous female country music from the 90s like Faith Hill and Shania Twain. Alison Krauss & Union Station! Alanis Morissette! The Goo Goo Dolls? now I'm just listing things but you get the picture.

my playlist about Bradley: anything about hating your dad or your hometown with lyrics that apply. see photo below and you'll get the vibe.

[also, that ONE specific photo of miles teller in project x is the photo that sailed a thousand fics. i love that photo. i wrote this entire fucking fic around that photo. it’s so bradley nicolas bradshaw to me.]

but overall my biggest examples of songs that apply to him (for me) are Little Giant by Roo Panes, Release by Pearl Jam, and The Long Way Around by the Chicks. Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten bc of how it makes me feel about Maverick and him (sick in the head.) souvenir by boygenius. faith by bon iver. Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus and The Steps by HAIM for hangster vibes. too much Taylor Swift and Maggie Rogers that I don't know how to explain without having a published fic. I have a ton more and I want to pick like 10 songs from each section and go into heavier detail, but I should probably put something out before I dig myself a hole pffft.

#writing #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #writing all of this instead of packing for school uuuuhhh #on the bright side i’ve been writing much that usual #and no promises but there’s something cooking. it’s not related to any of this but i wrote about 8k for a one shot and have not stopped #never back down never WHAT? #it’s…sad. very sad. maybe too sad. but when is icemav not

[keeper-of-gates]

some scenarios that have come up and haunt my work hours

Poppy actually being exceptionally good at hiding in plain sight, almost getting squished between the couch cushions by a unknowing visitor.

Player having stowaway buddies who climb into their bag for work because it's bath day

Baby Long Legs just becoming a huge menace at school to their classmates. Player gets called in because Baby bit a kid but both Mommy and Daddy are just proud of their first sharp tooth while cleaning blood off their face.

Bron stealing food from the neighbours during the BBQ, not even caring if he got caught or not. He wants his hotdogs

Candy cat and Catbee snuggling next to each other beside the fireplace while eating a very human leg together and watching a cartoon.

Boogie bot and Bunzo Bunny, trouble duo whose main purpose to be loud and make music with Daisy in the background ready to tear them apart with their bare hands

Poppy being the more creative toy in the family, always dirty and covered in paint. Daddy's always there to help her at the dining table but often loses his shit about her hating her work.

poppy, pointing at her molded craft piece that's in daddy's hand; i don't like this.

Daddy; YOU F****** MADE IT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE IT. "I don't like this but i made it!" LUDWIG MADE YOU YOU DONT HEAR HIM F****** COMPLAINING

(Kudos to smokingglueguns' video for the true inspiration of my characterising of daddy long legs, bc that's all i hear all of the fucking time)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime escaped au #mommy long legs #poppy playtime mommy long legs #daddy long legs #poppy playtime daddy long legs #bunzo bunny #poppy playtime bunzo bunny #baby long legs #poppy playtime baby long legs #boogie bot #poppy playtime boogie bot #poppy playtime bron #poppy playtime daisy

[alonestuckinthestars]

Auditory Processing Disorder

I've known I have auditory processing issues for a while but... Attending the con yesterday made me realize I very VERY likely have Auditory Processing Disorder, lol.

I spent most of my afternoon there with my friend and her boyfriend and for the life of me I just could NOT hear her boyfriend speak. My friend speaks VERY loud and clear so hearing her is not as much of an issue, but her boyfriend's volume of voice was at the same level as the background noise so everything mashed in together and I could not make out what he was saying, even if everyone else who struck a convo with him could hear him just fine.

Poor guy kept trying to talk to me (and I appreciate that lol) but all I could do was fake hmmhmm's, yeah's and haha's because the number of times I would have had to ask him to repeat himself is embarrassing. At one point he asked me something and though I heard him speak, I just did NOT understand so I looked away and stayed quiet hoping it was just a plain statement to close the topic until he repeated himself and it was actually a question.

It drives me insane because due to this I just can't fully engage in conversation even if I'd want to. It makes me look distant, standoffish, stupid, you name it. This happens at work all the time too, and looking up online there's other struggles I've always had I'd never even known were related to APD. Trouble remembering what was said, trouble following verbal instructions, difficulty on the phone if there's background noise, etc.

At least I guess I find comfort in the fact that APD often co-occurs with autism and ADHD, so I feel validated in the idea that I'm NOT making all this shit up. I might not look into an autism diagnosis bc that shit is expensive and hard to get but having APD diagnosed would perhaps be a lot more helpful to me in explaining shit to people/getting accomodations all the while being simultaneously validating of my autism in itself to me personally.

It's just frustrating that no one ever flagged this in my life. Like ok I get being undiagnosed for autism or adhd but auditory processing issues?? That shit is clearly visible man... My grandma herself said in my childhood I'd often be irresponsive when called on or talked to, as if I didn't hear them. This could be a symptom of many things, but PLEASE!!!! You have a disabled child right here!!!! Fucking do something about it instead of ignoring it oh my GOD!!!!!

Anyways. That said I'll try to look into formal diagnosis for it I guess, at least that'd be one thing clarified and dealt with.

#undiagnosed autistic #neurodivergent #neurodivergence #undiagnosed autism #autism #self diagnosed autism #autistic adult #possibly autistic #am i autistic? #apd #auditory processing issues #auditory processing disorder #auditory processing problems #autistic

[kdval]

Let's talk about villains

And their connection with protagonists. And some related topics.

I finally finished it. This would be a loooong post. I'll provide reddit link below just in case.

Spoilers ahead!

A little preface

I've played Requiem 3 times – 3rd playthrough was mostly for hunting for good screenshots and finding anything I've overlooked in the first two. And it turned out it was good idea – at least bc some interesting details, especially about side characters, are simply "hidden" in the most dynamic scenes. Like, you're in a middle of a fight and characters start talking about the past while trying beat the shit out of each other. Given the fact that everyone wants you dead, it's a bit difficult to focus on dialogue (or subtitles). Or you can accidently interrupt character's line while approaching certain area too quick (I ran into it when Sophia was explaining that big tree prayer and then place for people who can't have children – I just didn't hear the whole 1st line and she switched to the next; sure, I could stay there for a while and then proceed, but still, I didn't expect new encounter so soon).

So, my main idea is: Asobo improved their character development compared to the previous game, especially ofc I mean antagonists. At the same time this little problem with dialogues and some plot decisions leaved me in, well, frustration? I love this game, but it broke my heart.

About Innocence

Innocence's antagonists look much more plain and simple imho. For me the rats were more terrifying – every time you meet them you feel desperate. Though they never were real villains, just mindless power. Like Lucas said – Macula cares neither for good or evil. Same for rats.

So you basically bump into horrors of war, decease, human cruelty and somewhere on the background the Inquisition looms. Vitalis and Nicholas are just another human beings driven by greed.

We know that Vitalis is grand inquisitor who tries to hunt down De Rune family and take the boy, use his blood in his own experiments with rats. A bit weird how he can send dozens of people to take down just one family and then just two kids (Hugo didn't even have "powers" back then) – and fail. Ofc it's for game's sake – otherwise it could end in the first chapter, but still. What do we know about him except that he's old (maybe even unnaturally old), rich and powerful enough for heaving the full stuff of alchemists working on Macula for him and soldiers hunting people he orders to hunt? I can't recall any specific details.

Same for Nicholas. He has really cool outfit and voice, can't argue with that. He's extremely loyal to Vitalis, he's ruthless fanatic and terrifying warrior. Maybe he has unnatural powers too? Like, Vitalis almost certainly experimented on something other than just rats. Arthur throws at Nicholas bunch of big-ass rocks – and he didn't die! Rats tried to devour him twice – he didn't die! He lit his sword and then whole armor – like not a big deal. Maybe he was alchemist too? We don't really know. Nothing about his or Vitalis' background.

So I personally didn't feel anything about Nicholas' death. Same for Vitalis. Both boss fights are bit annoying, but ok-ish. I was much more worried about the main characters relationship, I loved Hugo from the very beginning and was ready to kill anyone for this precious boy. Amicia grows as a character throughout the game, she becomes strong and carrying, real big sis for Hugo, and still has her own doubts.

Anyway, Asobo did a great job with Innocence and they really improved in storytelling in Requiem.

About Requiem

So, in this chapter we have antagonists who has quite good, interesting backstory. I wouldn't assume the Count and the Countess as main villains though – first, we confront with Vaudin (who's not really remarkable character, but I loved his voice and design anyway), then with Arnaud, then with the Count and his wife, and eventually… with ourselves. And the biggest power here is actually Macula. We can see at some point that Macula has some kind of… its own will? Especially when Amicia shout in a rat's nest that she won't give Hugo up – and shit immediately happens, we run from thousands of rats once again.

In this sense Requiem's more complex than previous game.

So, we hear little details about the Count here and there from almost very beginning. It's very easy to miss these details, but when I approach La Cuna, I remembered that little talks and thought "Ah, this is the Count everyone were talking about, alright".

In Innocence we meet the Inquisition in 1st chapter, they're after us the whole game. Here – whole districts are shutdown, plague's everywhere, some local conflicts happen here and there (wtf was all that mess with beekeepers anyway?). Everything feels more global than us. As soon as our - world's and Amicia and Hugo's – paths cross – boom, some shit happens.

Would eventually the Count and the Countess know about our existence if not for Arnaud's dumb revenge plan? Maybe not. Well, would we have ever met our antagonists, if we hadn’t gone to the island, to start with? Damn, our little family was surviving for half-year somehow, if not for that castle and beekeepers, they still could live peacefully as they wanted to. But the game constantly remind us: we can't live among people and be free from them, their vices, their greed, etc.

Returning to our antagonists.

We know the Count is very rich and powerful man. With one hand he can grant favors to people, with other – close districts, leaving people there to rot and die from a disease. Ofc when Amicia asks Arnaud if they should worry about count's army here, on the island, he says – different captain, different land. And we hear how soldiers speak about new captain – the Beast – so I guess arbitrariness is definitely possible. But again, the Count lives on the island and seems not very concerned about the rats and everything else… If we listen closely to his and Arnaud's dialogue during their duel, we can learn that leaving people behind is quite normal for the Count. Costs of war, so to speak. We can learn his "war veteran philosophy" from that "duel" with Amicia as well. Asobo scattered a lot of details everywhere actually.

At the same time the Count loves his wife so much that he found a whole goddamn cult just to fill her head with this Child of Embers legend, so she wouldn't try to hurt herself mentally and physically again.

We know the Countess can't bare the child, she had conflict with her parents (because of that?) and tried to commit suicide (if I understood correctly). Though she's quite charismatic cult leader, not gonna lie. And she has great influence over her husband. "She showed him another way" as he says himself.

So I fell into a trap. I actually felt sorry for our villains. Or pity. When we arrived to La Cuna, I hoped, like Hugo, that everything will be fine. More or less. Even though it was obvious that everything will go to hell.

What I personally didn't like about 12 chapter – villains turned to typical dumbass villains again. Instead of finish everything quick they start that pretentious bla-bla-bla and guess what? Shit happened. It reminds me Innocence, when Arthur should check out if Nicholas was dead. Wtf he was doing all that time? Right – nothing. And got wrecked because of it. Wtf the Count was doing while Hugo was killing his men? Well...

It feels like some plot events were made that way to lead us to finale we got. Though I wouldn't argue with this finale, it's sad and heartbreaking, but very meaningful. But some characters simply suffered for plot's sake. Like Beatrice, for example. I feel like she was more of an instrument for plot than a character. Firstly – to confront Amicia, secondly – to push Hugo into Macula. Even though they all reconciled, she actually understood her daughter, supported her, and then we almost immediately lose her. Well, thanks.

About parallels

But what else I like about the Count and the Countess backstory – aside from details Asobo added to these characters – is connection with protagonists.

Just think about it. We have two mentally ill people. They can't cure each other obviously, but they care for one another and prefer to live in a "wonderful dream", being delusional and deceived. And until they live there, on that island, disconnected from other world... well, they handle just fine.

Same for Amicia and Hugo. They can't find any cure for Hugo. Except for very fragile hope for calm life. But Amicia clung to Hugo's dream, even though it's a lie. Even Hugo in 9 chapter says that they (the Count and the Countess) are so wrong – "just like me". Like making a parallel. But when our siblings stay out of trouble, when the war, the plague, the slavers, the marauders don't concern them – they're fine.

And as soon as Amicia/Hugo and the Count/the Countess run into each other – they start annihilating everything around them. And eventually annihilate each other.

The only difference is the Count's fully aware of his own lies, while Amicia truly believes in her dream.

In Innocence Amicia comes a long way from "leave me alone, you little…" to "I'm going to kill everything and everyone for my brother". In Requiem she gets angry several times, but she stops herself from being rude with Hugo. Like when they wanted to change a bandage, and Hugo asks what color she wants: she clearly wants to say "I don't care", but immediately corrects herself. With Hugo she becomes more patient, calm, reasonable and protective. At the same time Amicia is quite obsessed with Hugo's dream and the whole idea of saving him, which causes harm not only to Hugo, but to all people around.

Same for Emilie. She's a calming presence for the Count, he becomes peaceful and nice, when she's around. As a composer, Olivier Deriviere, says in his walkthrough, she contains his anger and madness. And you can say the Count is obsessed with his wife as well: "everything in this world is rotten except for her" line, his wish for destroying the world after she's gone, all that.

They both – Amicia and the Count – are convinced that what they're doing for their loved ones is for good. But Hugo constantly sees bad things around him, fall more into Macula, become more frustrated during their journey. And Emilie's just falling into madness. She doesn't try to hurt herself anymore, yes, but now she's whole into that crazy idea of becoming a Mother for a God…

I can't find much parallels between Emilie and Hugo … except, maybe, for their way of dealing with things. When Hugo's angry, he calls the rats and tries to "eat them all". And he believes that's the right way to deal with cruelty he sees (even though Amicia tells he can't just kill people like this, but honestly, not that a 6yo kid can defend himself in any other way). Emilie's doing whatever she's doing and she's sure that's the right way.

(Only we keep in mind that Hugo's just a little innocent boy, and Emilie is in her early 30's (I believe?) and her psyche is broken).

And I noticed one interesting thing. When we play that hide-and-seek game with the Count, and he speaks his lines about Emilie and all that, Amicia says that he's lived in this lie for so long, that he can't tell it from the truth. The irony is it's exactly what she's doing – living in a dream, a lie she created.

Hugo's going to die? No, it can't be, we will find a solution. Hugo doesn't want to go to the tomb? No, you must, it's for your own good. Hugo thinks he's responsible for all deaths? No, it's rats/Macula/the Count/whatever.

Another topic I constantly see in the game is revenge. And how an obsession with revenge gets people into big trouble.

Amicia. I would assume this as a kind of revenge, when she starts killing soldiers at herbalist's hut. Like, "the world hurts", and she wants to respond to it the same way. But the most important moment is Beatrice's death and following Hugo's anger. Amicia wants to "spoil their blood", she wants revenge so badly, that she basically pushes Hugo into more anger. As a result, we have:

Hugo's almost dead (even though he "wakes up" later, that massacre certainly affected him badly);

Emilie's dead which causes the Count's fall into complete madness followed by events of 15-16 chapters;

Arnaud. He wants the Count dead, so he will do whatever it takes to reach his goal. He doesn't care if lots of people will die once Hugo release the rats. And eventually he got our siblings into trouble along with himself.

The Count. Thinks he can take control over the boy with such disastrous powers and make the whole world burn.

Conclusion

In one of his walkthroughs Olivier Deriviere said they didn't want to make villains plainly bad. Like, bad people are bad in every aspect. But instead they developed more complex characters, and I believe, they did an excellent job. You may hate these characters, you may care little for their motifs or background, but the devs created amazing story.

And main characters' problems, conflict aren't based only on confrontation with villains, but on their decisions and mistakes.

So, as you understand – it's just my interpretation (maybe a bit chaotic, and my English is complete disaster, sorry for that), but I'm open for any discussion.

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #aptr #amicia #hugo #count victor de arles #countess emilie de arles #just thoughts

[jemandthesingalongs]

Ask game!

24 for jem, 1 for dr >:3c

leo my beloved <3

the character everyone gets wrong - Danganronpa

Since the answer can't be "all of them" I'll go with my blorbist of blorbos: Mukuro. Mukuro's such an interesting character because she was envisioned to be a simple plot device to make the twist work, so her original character wasn't much except, well, plot device and foreshadowing. Later additions added to her character and fleshed her out, building on a pretty decent character concept. The core of Mukuro's character though, regardless, is she loves and dedicates her life to her younger sister Junko. This is her /core/ and something that remained true throughout all of her content and appearances. And of course, this is what people get wrong. Often times, when they write or rewrite her character, they remove or change that aspect. Because well you gotta make her GOOD, can't have her complex when she needs to kiss Makoto or whatever. You know, a stupid decision. When in both semi-canon material (DRIF) and canon-but-sort-of-not (DRS) that when she grows attached to her classmates, she doesn't change her moral stance on Junko's plans because ~redemption~ or whatever, she still wants to bring her sister's happiness out of her love for her, and if that means ruining her plans to bring her despair, then that's what she'll do. Nothing will change that, and people just ignore it, and it drives me fucking bonkers.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse - JEM

This one seems so easy, it's so unfair, but IDW because IDW had the audacity to include fat gay women. I'd say to a lesser extent, any content that's not the show, but to those who came in late there was so much discourse and hate and just, general bigoted opinions on the FB side of the JEM fandom. Like, everything was overhated, shit on, everything. Nothing IDW did was enough, bc this was a bunch of boomers who hated change and diversity, plain and simple. IDW did have pacing and story issues, and I would say that it is not great their WOC characters were shoved in the background, and more minor elements, but that was never the point of the, dare I say it, Jaters (JEM Haters). They just hated fat women and non-white women and gay women. The funniest thing is, IDW is likely what Marx would have done, should she actually have a hand in a reboot lmao. And I have proof!!!

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

#i have so many thoughts on both of these but god jemcourse was so insane #its so you had to be there but just imagine the worst of star wars fans and think of them in glitter and you have those shitty fans for jem #made so much worse bc a lot of detractors were cisgay men like #those are your sisters you shit for brains #choose violence ask game #ask game #fightthesun #ask

[artinandwritin]

Kinda inspired by the ask you sent me, we know Gustav has a CURSED fashion sense, right? I feel like in a modern au, it being Summer would only highlight that, so like, what atrocious stuff do you think that Gustav would wear and also probably buy for the kids

(i'm sure siri is the only well dressed person in the family some days and it's made so much worse bc she's obviously a fashion queen)

HELP BC YOURE SO RIGHT

have a lil doodle i made in ten minutes to illustrate the ✨️vision✨️

My art skills are shitty today shhh we dont talk about that

A list of atrocious things Gustav would buy for himself, Siri, and their kids;

Crocs. All the crocs. Preferably with weird designs cuz he thinks theyre cool. Sunni has psychedelic ones and she doesnt know what to do with them. Siri's are with flowers, Niv's are dinosaurs and Hellie's have a fire theme. The Guster himself has the most neon purple ones he could find and he only ever wears them in race mode. Siri does wear them sometimes but only in the house or in the garden

Also, bucket hats. Siri keeps telling him to put on sunscreen but he's too lazy for that, so he just goes for the next best option and just has a bucket hat on all day every day. Sunniva sometimes makes or buys pins for him to put on it and he brags about it to Snotlout

The dude's got like. Ten silly t-shirts. One for every day of the week and than some more. They either have very anti-authority texts (which is so valid) or just. Plain stupid. He's seen some tiktoks from the youth tm that tucking your shirt in your pants makes you look cool so that's what he does always. Niv absolutely hates everything about this.

He's got shorts that end above the knees so everyone can see his battlewounds (scratches he got from tripping over Fanghook, his own feet, and falling while skating) and it utterly proud whenever someone mentions them. He tells different stories of how he got them every time someone asks

The most normal thing are sunglasses, surprisingly. At least the kid isn't gonna let his eyes go to shit? He did buy them from a very cheap shady store so who knows how long before they break

Surprisingly, Siri is totally fine with it (she shouldn't be ngl, but for some reason she is). She just doesn't see any harm in him dressing up the way he wants.

Niv, Sunni and Helene hate some parts of it with a burning passion tho. They liked it as kids (Sunni a bit more than Niv and Hellie cuz their dad dressing up in the craziest things meant she could dress to all her needs too) but when they got older and Gustav became the "how do you do fellow kids" parent they just felt. Embarrassed lmao.

Not completely unrelated but during summer family-reunion-esque bbqs (Siri's dad has doubts about inviting his kid's weird husband every year again bc of the fashion sense and personality) Gustav would buy a "kiss the cook"-like apron and force who-ever is cooking to wear is (snickering in the background cuz damn that looks so funny)

People would ask Siri to like. Control her hubby and she just goes "why would I"

She's so into his silly that she just doesn't want it to chance. At some point Sunniva does join in on the silly again and Siri supports that just as much cuz she knows Sunni enjoys that stuff. Helene keeps hating it for the rest of her life tho. She doesn't think it's cool tm :')

Anyway that turned into a whole thing bc my brain had many thoughts and needed to relay them to you LMAO thank you sm for this ask!! It was sm fun to think about it <333

#hehe funny stuff #sometimes you just need to embrace the silly #and think its cool #thats just how it is #but youre right siri is the most normally dressed all the time #niv is in a close second #next is helene but she secretly wears silly things too #she just think they're silly but they are #sunni is in fourth place she deserves to dress silly #and the guster has hit rock bottom and will never come up again

[sidsinning]

Daniel being boring aside, the shift in scene focus was also a turnoff. The whole dynamic of everyone thinking she's gonna die while she's just YOLOing through the setting was interesting but then it just became chapter after chapter of weird waxing poetic. Tears and demons and stuff that just made me go "I have no idea what you're talking about or what the point of this scene is". They never even bring up the whole "she slowly gets the original's memories" thing or do anything with it.

Yeah I felt kind of like shit randomly became only Daniel focused when I thought we were going to get way more time with the FL and other guys to get a feel for em. They're all kind of background decoration now for when we need to remind everyone she has this disease that is actually a gag bc it's not fatal lol. Like I get the joke and I was down for it but at this point I'm like- are yalls seriously still treating this like its a super serious main plot point??? Like they spend PAGES for it. And yes I want way more stuff with her and the OG villainess communicating, bc that's the most unique aspect to this webtoon.

Daniel just stayin plain in both hair and personality.

Idk. White haired MLs ftw lol

#when the villainess is in love #when the villainess loves #webtoon #ask

[mythvoiced]

Lena! Lena!! here’s a few questions to think about while falling asleep: which muse is the most likely to go forward in time and why? (can’t go back, just forward!) which muse is the healthiest? (think….plain oatmeal for breakfast level of healthy) which muse is the most afraid of spiders? (anyone who can’t even watch harry pottery bc of the spiders?) which muse is the most afraid of death vs least afraid of death? (reincarnation doesn’t count. i mean DEATH death. the kind you don’t come back from) and finally, which muse cried while watching Encanto?

@voxvulgi | staring at my ceiling, thinking about YOU while falling asleep, dammit 🥺

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You take my heart out of my chest and ANNIHILATE IT, take my LOVE, DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT

-. Which muse is the most likely to go forward in time and why? This is such a tricky question I love IT SO FKING MUCH, it's so good, I have so many muses who are so afraid of the future for whatever reason, others who would like to experience it naturally as it approaches, not wanting to miss out on anything, good or bad as it may be. Others barely tolerate the present, to jump into one they know nothing of... but then again, maybe there is liberation in jumping forward and skipping out on difficult decisions you might have had to make along the way, the easy way out of having deal with future loss. I think Karube probably would do this. But to pick an original character, Doe might. I can't say for sure if he's the most likely, but the one that sticks out as very likely. Doe is very much that person, who can't bear the present or bear the responsibilities and connections he himself chose to carry and build. He can't stomach existing in the presence and would jump forward in time far enough to a point where existence for him might not even be an option anymore. A point in time where he could only fade away in the background without a chance or motivation to survive.

-. Which muse is the healthiest? SEOK-JU, BABY!!! Seok-ju might have some pretty tough mental health situations to deal with, but honestly? He handles them the best out of just about anyone featured here and this includes self-care. They don't skip meals and they eat healthy meals, keep hydrated, and all that. Considering what he has to deal with, he's got a pretty good grip on life. Sometimes it slips out of his grasp, yes ma'am, but they've got it.

-. Which muse is the most afraid of spiders? I LOVE YOUR EXPLANATIONS IN PARENTHESIS, LET ME BUY YOU FLOWERS-- Ahem, I do have a muse who really doesn't like fast moving small things, but I can't for the life of me remember who that is lmao. I think I'll give this one to... welp, to be honest with ya, I am not afraid of spiders, I LOVE spiders, even those who are the size of my head, those Australian ones who just vibe in houses and are hairy and super fast, I'd never fuck with them or live with them because the thought of waking up with one under my pillow or in the toilet is kind of gross more than anything, so I think I... just... passed that onto all my muses. I've got muses with paranormal ties or who deal with scary shit or just don't care, so... I think, that everyone I write could watch H. and R. hang out in that forest, but Prince and Yeonghon, while not afraid, would straight up murk one if they saw it (dance outta line).

-. Which muse is the most afraid of death vs least afraid of death? I feel called out on my reincarnation nonsense for Pat-- ;;;;; LKFHFKLHGFLKJ Yihwa is the most afraid of death, it's a pretty vital part of her characterisation, it's basically the backbone of her developmental journey (that has yet to see an end, it's so seXY here~ I love writing~), so this one goes to her. I have to exclude characters who are, just, convinced they'll never die (Nathaniel, lmao) so they don't even entertain this topic enough for me to have a place to smack them onto this spectrum. And I guess, least afraid could be Fabian. They kind of... feel very welcoming of death, the notion of there being an end is for them more one of 'final rest' than something to be afraid of. I'm kithing their forehead. Or Zagreus, because he can't stay dead, lmao

-. And finally, which muse cried while watching Encanto? I fucking cried while watching Encanto. I was choking on my tears to not get caught but BY GOD, that bastard gets it, Surface Pressure and What Else Can I Do? That's the EDS (Eldest Daughter Syndrome) RIGHT THER- But THAT ASIDE, perhaps Seok-ju because he does enjoy crying at Disney films. Kaeden, same deal. Taejoo might cry because dysfunctional family dynamics are, welp, been there done that. I guess Taejoo would cry, not for the resolution, but for knowledge that real life doesn't work the way Encanto does. It's a Disney, it's a cartoon, it's a time-limited story, but real life dysfunctional families don't get repaired that easily, real life abuela's can't be convinced like that, speeches don't work in real life. That would make him cry. IT MADE ME CRY.

#voxvulgi #;ooc #the muse;to be tagged #SARA I... I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT THIS TIME AND NOT GO HAM AS I WOULD NORMALLY #BECAUSE I WRITE WAY TOO MUCH BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW I HAD TO PHYSICALLY RESTRAIN MYSELF BECAUSE #YOU SPOKE BADLY OF THESE QUESTIONS BUT THEY ARE SO GOOD??????????????? LIKE??????????? #I HOPE IT'S OKAY IF THEY'RE A LIL SHORT I WANTED KLGDFLJHGF TO BE CONCISE FOR ONCE #BUT I CAN LENGTHEN THEM IF YOU'D LIKE I CAN TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THE THINGS HERE JUST LMK #THANK YOU SO MUCH I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO LONG ANYWAY I LUB U #;answered

[just-some-random-blogger]

meow meow, angel!! hope you're not annoyed by this greeting, bc it lets you immediately know who's your anon and i like it. so i've just finished watching hotd. the show in general and the characters seemed indeed more charming before i've watched it. i'm not disappointed but ig it's not what i expected it to be. still good, beautiful and all. don't get me wrong, i knew exactly what i'd been going to see. i knew all the plot points and all this shit. maybe this very fact spoiled everything. and i've never read the book. maybe they differ greatly but i'm talking only about the show. first of all, the plot seemed rather plain to me?.. it's linear and so predictable, too logical and obvious. i know they've cut some (dk how many) scenes but ig it's not the point? maybe it's the problem of the original, maybe the problem is the will to say to much. maybe it's just me being bitchy. second of all, characters?? the whole internet is arguing about daemon having no or grey moral while being blind on the others? wtf?? name me the one (out of the main characters) who's done NOTHING wrong and is absolutely saint?? who brings the love and the thruth only? viserys? a childish and selfish old man who's done so many wrong things and didn't want to face the consequences. rhaenyra? the young one annoyed me but the old one made me angry at times. the second one who's childish and selfish with no sense of duty. alicent? a naive woman whose resentment overgrown herself and made her blind with the desire of revenge. daemon? another selfish and arrogant man. besides, even if he had a sympathy for non-heir rhaenyra, i, personally, saw no love between them in the driftmark. a strong bond? desire? ambitions? targaryen's pride? yes. but not love. don't get me wrong, i understand all the motives, all the backgrounds, the characters. they all need a therapy and are deeply mentally wounded. but in general they're still a bunch of twats who do stupid and selfish things trying to overplay the faith just to be it's only favourite. a bunch of stupid just people doing stupid things. every moment of this show i was like "what if". what if rhaenys had become the queen? what if aemma hadn't died? what if daemon had someone of his liking for a first wife? the amount of their stupid decisions that are just leading them to the tomb... this hyperfixation made me realise i have that pride? strong feeling to the ancestry? that corlys possessed (as he said but we know). i feel SO sorry about this all. it's really scary how such a strong house, a great cultural inheritance is ruined by a bunch of morons. personally, i see it as an enormous tragedy. i can't empathise with mere people beside to the great history. but i did. i cried more times than one. still the mark of a good work. it made me empathise with the people that are TT annoying TT i was crying like a bitch over both scenes when daemon put the crown on his brother's/rhaenyra's head. i felt so sorry about all these relationships of the brothers. i cried over aegon's whole story. he's a twat. but boys with glossy eyes... the way young aemond said 'do not mourn me, mother'??? boy wtf?? i wanted to say who's my fav but tumblr is mad at me for sending long asks. a reason to send a love letter. and! *imagine the furious emoji* yesterday i was literally watching it till 8 am to finish it in time and to not pay for the full subscription bc hotd is literally the one show i've watched in a year but?? they just took the money earlier?? i'm furious but i'm gonna cry if they don't answer my messages TT take care! kiss you good morning or good night or good day! luv u<з

meow meow baby

i have no idea what this is but its cat related and also i want to eat it i hope its not slime. you know what time it is 😎😎

hope you're not annoyed by this greeting, bc it lets you immediately know who's your anon and i like it.

im not annoyed but this greeting. you can greet me however you want

so i've just finished watching hotd. the show in general and the characters seemed indeed more charming before i've watched it.

💀💀💀💀 HAHAHAHAHA BUT NO SO TRUE because now your disillusioned by them this is why the book is always better than the adaptation because there is always space in your head to tweak the character to your liking lol

i'm not disappointed but ig it's not what i expected it to be. still good, beautiful and all. don't get me wrong, i knew exactly what i'd been going to see. i knew all the plot points and all this shit. maybe this very fact spoiled everything.

nah i dont think its the spoilers. but since idk what it is lets agree its the spoilers AHAHAH

and i've never read the book. maybe they differ greatly but i'm talking only about the show.

i never read it too but apparently they changed a lot ?? or rather took a lot of artistic liberties ?? idk dont quote me on that. but knowing how adaptations are im willing to bet they did change a lot

first of all, the plot seemed rather plain to me?.. it's linear and so predictable, too logical and obvious. i know they've cut some (dk how many) scenes but ig it's not the point? maybe it's the problem of the original, maybe the problem is the will to say to much. maybe it's just me being bitchy.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH nah but its i think pretty common for a series to start off strong then dwindle along the way. isn't that what happened to GoT? i never watched it but my mom did and she said 👎 lol HAHAHH its hard to sustain good plotlines if youre not sure what ur doing lol (not that i can say i know what IM doing when i write either AHHHAHAHA). also i dont think its you being bitchy. not liking something or disagreeing with something does not equate to being a bitch. ???? its giving internalized misogyny? its ok you can have against the grain opinions

second of all, characters?? the whole internet is arguing about daemon having no or grey moral while being blind on the others? wtf?? name me the one (out of the main characters) who's done NOTHING wrong and is absolutely saint?? who brings the love and the thruth only? viserys? a childish and selfish old man who's done so many wrong things and didn't want to face the consequences. rhaenyra? the young one annoyed me but the old one made me angry at times. the second one who's childish and selfish with no sense of duty. alicent? a naive woman whose resentment overgrown herself and made her blind with the desire of revenge. daemon? another selfish and arrogant man. besides, even if he had a sympathy for non-heir rhaenyra, i, personally, saw no love between them in the driftmark. a strong bond? desire? ambitions? targaryen's pride? yes. but not love. don't get me wrong, i understand all the motives, all the backgrounds, the characters. they all need a therapy and are deeply mentally wounded. but in general they're still a bunch of twats who do stupid and selfish things trying to overplay the faith just to be it's only favourite. a bunch of stupid just people doing stupid things.

this this entire thing. i agree. they're all damaged and have their own wants and motives and most of all theyre all human. aint nobody perfect and even the best of us get swayed. i think its important to deconstruct works of fiction as they are a mirror to reality, but the moment someone tries to argue with me over an opinion i have over fiction im gonna say 'nah ur right bye' cos that aint worth it

every moment of this show i was like "what if". what if rhaenys had become the queen? what if aemma hadn't died? what if daemon had someone of his liking for a first wife? the amount of their stupid decisions that are just leading them to the tomb...

SO TRUE, even in the first parts of the show, there was already so much conflict so its all just a mountain of genetic/era specific stupidity AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

this hyperfixation made me realise i have that pride? strong feeling to the ancestry? that corlys possessed (as he said but we know).

ah you mean the illigitimate thing. nah fr he kinda messed up with that too but he's not wrong about the names thing. i understand what you mean, there is discomfort in the idea of knowingly letting someone who is clearly not your heir be heir. but at the same time, the kids became his heir by choice. blood is not the only determination of family.

i feel SO sorry about this all. it's really scary how such a strong house, a great cultural inheritance is ruined by a bunch of morons. personally, i see it as an enormous tragedy.

literally the story of humanity

i can't empathise with mere people beside to the great history. but i did. i cried more times than one. still the mark of a good work. it made me empathise with the people that are TT annoying TT

DAMN IF IT MADE YOU EMPATHIZE WITH ANNOYING PEOPLE IT FR GOOD AHHAHAAHH

i was crying like a bitch over both scenes when daemon put the crown on his brother's/rhaenyra's head. i felt so sorry about all these relationships of the brothers.

so true those scenes showed how daemon albeit greedy and despicable, still cared for things in his life, as most evil people do. the best example i have is hitler (not that im saying daemon is like hitler rip rip T_T just listen) lashflkahsfash i remember seeing a post with a pic of hitler carrying this child; people were saying it was chilling because well it was hitler with a child, why would someone who wants to kill people and wage war look so friendly with a child??? someone responded by saying something like people forget that at his core, hitler was just a dude that REALLY REALLY wanted to do have his way and he just genuinely believed in what he was doing. smth like that. again its unfair to liken a fictional criminal with AN ACTUAL WAR CRIMINAL DICTATOR so lets leave it at that.

i cried over aegon's whole story. he's a twat. but boys with glossy eyes...

so true actually. when he asked his mom if she loves her T_T i felt that. T_T he like me fr T_T i felt the helplessness of him. he's just a kid who happened to be born an heir lol and just wants a hug

the way young aemond said 'do not mourn me, mother'??? boy wtf??

SO TRUE T_T aemond was so emotionally responsible for that it breaks my heart that a child knew how to be like that T_T

i wanted to say who's my fav but tumblr is mad at me for sending long asks. a reason to send a love letter. and! *imagine the furious emoji* yesterday i was literally watching it till 8 am to finish it in time and to not pay for the full subscription bc hotd is literally the one show i've watched in a year but?? they just took the money earlier??

not to be a bad influence but you can always you know what it the noncorrect way wink wink HAHAHAHAHAH

i'm furious but i'm gonna cry if they don't answer my messages TT take care! kiss you good morning or good night or good day! luv u<з

i send you a hug, you can cry on my shoulder. im luv u

xxx

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #daemon x reader #modern!daemon nonnie

[somewhereinthepines]

Random thought, what kind of clothes does Chris wear outside of camp? The other week when I was playing the game I got to the bit where Dylan is poking around Chris's private rooms. It was hard to see the clothes on the hangers properly because the lighting was kind of dingy. So I wondered what you thought Chris would wear on a regular day. I was thinking he's maybe not fashionable, which makes sense, because of Dylan's "fashion icon" comment while snooping. I did catch a glimpse of what looked like black trousers maybe and some kind of beige or yellow top? Which were mix match looking garments to see there. I did see he had a brown jacket in his office hanging off one of the hooks too. Then theres the picture of him with his kids, blue hoodie. It got me thinking about Ryan seeing him wearing something other than his uniform. What kind of pjs does he have, and are they just boxers or maybe those "dad" kind of pjs yk? Either way, I think Ryan would low-key eat up that vision of him (based on your fics).

Ahh imagine, early mornings, grumpy Chris out of bed with a bed head trying to take some of his pills in the bathroom. Ryan sleepily stumbling in behind him, watching him through the cabinet mirror, clinging to him from around his middle. Chris feeling agitated that morning (needs his coffee fix), but a little less so with Ryan's smell there. Knowing what he's waiting for but too shy to ask for. Morning kiss(es), which he would indulge him with, since Ryan doesn't give two shits about morning breath apparently (he wants his kisses, owed them, pay up old man, haha). Omg imagine if Chris managed to convince him to try wearing pj shorts to bed? I remember in ASB chapter 4, he liked that Ryan was wearing sports shorts. Imagine the kinds of excuses Chris could come up with "It's hot out, you don't want to over heat, do ya?" Sorry for the rambling of imagines there, they're fun to think about, haha.

i agree, he’s prob not very imaginative in that regard. i think, that his most ‘badass’ outfit will be some flannel shirt, jeans and cowboy boots lol. chris doesn’t strike me as a guy, who cares too deeply about his appearance. fully agree on that one. and like, he came from a ‘hillbilly’ (as laura put it) working family. they were implied to be wealthy at some point, but seemingly less so now. and chris most likely worked, since he was young (odd jobs and such), so he would be more practical in that sense, vs fashionable. tho he totally has some corny t-shirt or a baseball cap with some ‘dad joke’ on it. smth straight from the gift shop. a thing, that his kids always make fun of, but ryan is oddly gentle about. and oh, part of me wants to say it would totally be a ‘dad’ kind pjs, but i picture that chris got sort of ‘lazy’ about it, and just sleeps in boxers and shirt. we don’t have a lot of background on his private habits, but with time, i imagine, that chris’s mental health got worse and worse, so even putting on a proper pjs feels like a chore. an unnecessary thing to put up with. his routine rituals got more ‘simple’, and the faster he can get from one clothes into another, the better. but if ryan or his children had brought him a new set of pjs, he would have made sure to wear it to sleep everytime lol. and sure enough, ryan would have been very invested in seeing mister h wearing smth different for once. it would make a bit of a striking difference between what chris picks to wear at work and outside of it. another bit of personal info, that ryan is so hungry about. and it doesn’t even matter, if chris’s choices would have been ‘plain’ lol. like most southern dudes are indeed far from being fashion icons, haha. ryan will have to dress ‘cool’ for both of them. 

daww, ryan persistently wanting attention from chris in the morning is hella cute, esp bc he can distract chris from doing anything else. just ryan lol. and yeah, he wouldn’t really care if the morning kiss would taste like mint or not. he’s prob digs chris’s natural taste, more than mint even. and chris must have some extra taste buds, so him being hang up on kissing ryan without any other ‘fake’ flavor is very much on the table too. also funny enough, i think, that ryan would attempt to make chris coffee a few times (if he wakes up first), but it would be a hella awful one. chris would naturally endure, and drink it anyways. being like yeah, good stuff, all while slightly cringing and masking it into a smile. but ryan making awful coffee is one of those weird lil hcs, that i have lol. the kid doesn’t drink coffee himself, so he doesn’t really know how to make it properly. 

oh, the shorts. dang. if only ryan knew how much power those things hold over chris hackett, haha. if only he knew, that wearing shorts would be enough to break the camel’s back. and man, yeah, haha. it’s beyond hilarious imagining chris attempting to justify his request. all while ryan be uhhhhh wut. chris would go far and beyond just to not ask him about it openly. instead, he would hope, that ryan will either do it and don’t think about it too much. or will actually catch on and do it just to tease him. i picture, that ryan’s own pjs might be actually a pair of shorts and a long, oversized t-shirt. prob long enough to cover most of the shorts, and it’s only more oblivious that he wears them, when he stretches and t-shirt rides up. chris will be a sweaty mess from just glimpsing it once tho, haha.

and no worries! i love when you share ideas/visions! or ask questions. it's always engaging. and it’s indeed fun to think about them!

#asks #quarry

[jwowwsboobs]

so im just thinking abt my girlies. artery … i already kind of sort of talked abt how sexism in the metal scene impacted jack in relation 2 her drug and alcohol issues but i didnt go into how it impacted anyone else in the band which like im gonna be honest i think abt jack the most. i will admit im not above favoritism w my “blorbos” (feminine) but thats not the point the point is i totally wanna talk abt the rest of them too! n so im making this random ass post abt it bc i just lovvvvvvveeeeeeeee hearing myself talk. anyway i have no good transition 👍 hope someone out there enjoys this messy delusional ranting :) its like 1.4k words or something sorry not sorry n im not adding a read more. scroll fast or something idc

some background: artery was founded in 1981 by max(ine) kennedy (vox + rhythm guitar) n ronnie young (drums), who l8r enlisted gale barker (bass) n obviously jack walsh (lead guitar). their discography consists of “Dig Yr Grave” (demo, december’81), “Spitfire” (demo, june 82), No Mercy, No Peace (album, feb 83), Total Annihilation (album, jan 84), and Death (album, may 85).

also btw gale is black n ronnie is hispanic (potentially) im still trying 2 figure out if/how racism may fit/fits into the band’s eventual implosion which i will! but bear in mind this is all very much a work in progress n i dont have everything fleshed out n it may change over time etc etc etc. 

okay okay so max was never the most confident frontman (woman? person? whatever). most of her what she wore both on stage n off in the early days/pre- n during the no mercy no peace “era” was baggy band shirts n plain jeans, usually flared but not always (around 84 she sorta shifted 2 skinny/regular jeans onstage but wore flares offstage occasionally). gale prefered 2 be comfortable onstage n off, often wearing tank tops or a band shirt cut into a muscle tee with jeans or combat pants when onstage or pj pants, sweatpants, or other loose pants when offstage. jack wore the same venom shirt n straight leg jeans 4 probably her entire career. they smelled like shit btw but they burried her in it anyway cuz it was 4 sure what she would have wanted. ronnies personal style was a little more feminine than the other girls in the band, preferring halter tops and heels when off-duty and home in california while the other girls stuck with their tee shirts and sneakers, but wore jeans and tee shirts just like the rest of them cuz surprise surprise its so much easier n faster 2 throw on the closest shirt n jeans 2 u than 2 come up with a whole outfit while on tour in a shitty van with four other ppl. 

so ya in the early days when max trying 2 avoid attention 4 being a Girl In A Band(TM) she wore more basic, nondescript clothes. which didnt rlly do much cuz her voice is…idk mezzo-soprano or contralto i think more contralto but that is beside the point the point is she is a girl n when she sings you know its a girl singing. n this stressed her out cuz she didnt want the focus 2 be on the fact that they were an all female band making loud, fast music, she wanted the focus 2 be on the music.

ronnie was less concerned with being taken seriously as musicians than she was with sounding and looking good as a band. her preference was that they have a cohesive, consistent look, she didnt really care what it was as long as they stuck 2 it. 

so in the early days, artery agreed that they thought it would be best 2 keep their image in promotional materials shadowy n vague, often relying on images taken live where their hair mostly obscured their faces, they were in motion. or obscured by drums, in the case of ronnie. 

this didnt really fly when they moved over 2 a major label 4 their 2nd album. they, as a band, continued 2 insist on wearing what they normally wore (jeans, tee shirts, battle vest etc.) in interviews, in photo shoots, on stage, while the label tried 2 push them towards more sexually charged, “feminine” clothes and more glamorous, labor intensive hairstyling (especially 4 gale, who whould have had 2 straighten her hair regularly) and makeup.

nobody was happy with this. max was unhappy bc she felt pressured 2 be something she wasnt n didnt want 2 be, gale was unhappy bc she felt that presenting themselves in a more glamorous way was opposited 2 their sound n roots in punk rock and the image the label was attempting 2 push had racist, eurocentric undertones, jack was unhappy cuz she would have had 2 actually brush her hair and agreed w gale, n ronnie was unhappy cuz everyone else was. luckily the label did eventually give up on trying 2 push their image in a specific way, cuz of the band’s vehement n intensive pushback against changing their image. but while artery was fighting with the label, they were also fighting with interviewers asking them insufferably sexist questions. jack for example, was not allowed 2 be interviewed on her own cuz she would generally physically assault someone who asked her something stupid like “whats it like being a girl in a band?” or “how do u ladies all manage that time of the month?” n etc. just anything that wasnt related 2 the music, tour, album etc shed tend 2 get pissed abt. n while most of the bands they played shows w or went on tour were cool, there was still the occasional asshole in a band they were playing w, asshole fans on tour, asshole security, etc. ronnie once left some stuff in their van on the tour 4 total annihilation n went out 2 get it w/o her backstage pass, n when she tried 2 get back in, was refused entry bc there was a no groupie policy. ronnie spent probably 20 minutes trying 2 convince the dude that no, she was actually in one of the bands playing. eventually the tour manager came out 2 get her after jack (who had her pass but not ronnies) found her n tried 2 get her in (security would not let either of them in and mistook jack 4 a dude). occasionally drunk male fans would find their way 2 the hotel they were staying in n harass, or try 2 harass, the band. max was a particular focus of these fans, n often carried pepper spray when on tour, and became more n more paranoid about her safety as time went on. the band briefly took some self-defense martial arts classes together in late 84 as a part of jack’s first (n only) rehab stint, n 2 help max combat her paranoia n anxiety.

gale got some shit 4 being black n being in a metal band but not much as far as i know cuz she didnt exactly put herself out in the public “sphere” the way ronnie, jack n max did. yeah she played shredding 6, 7 minute bass solos live n chatted w fans n came 2 the parties w everyone else n did the interviews like everybody else (sans jack), but she didnt really want 2 be in the limelight off stage the way ronnie, w her immense love of being interviewed n saying outrageous things just cuz she could, did. max was in the limelight whether she liked it or not (she didn’t like it) which messed her up n was part if why, after artery disbanded early late 85/early 86, she disappeared off the face of the earth (<- exaggeration but kind of accurate.) i think one of the reasons jack jumped intensely into drugs n alcohol was bc she felt ignored off stage, n wanted 2 prove 2 the other ppl that the band was touring w that she was as badass as the rest of them, she could drink as much as/more than them etc etc etc i went over this in the tags of the other post. n also she was just insane w many mental issues 👍 i dunno much abt what in particular i just know she struggled n then od’d n died. max also struggled w alcohol, especially on artery’s tours bc she was trying 2 use it 2 be more relaxed n outgoing when performing. i believe ronnie tried coke during artery’s final tour. gale smoked weed recreationally n 2 this day is a big proponent of legalizing marijuana in the US.

i think i covered just abt every i wanted 2 cover! 🍻🍻 thanks 4 listening or whatever sorry if it makes no sense im not doing super well

#no questions at this time thank u :) #artery tag #xoxo #long post #been thinking abt this 4 daysssssss on end trying 2 unpack it all <- impossible task #its okay tho i feel good abt this #n i DID try 2 spell check this but if i missed anything idk guess what word i was trying 2 say idc

[satorubi]

TOJI’S RETURN — ft. fushiguro toji

· ₊ ⊹ toji cums home from a mission.

@ content warning ! : minors do not interact, lieutenant toji, dominant toji, submissive reader, female! reader, black reader in mind, cunninlingus, doggystyle, missionary, usage of profanity and pet names such as baby/pretty/mama. @ author’s note ! : omg i need him so so bad. enjoy me being insanely horny for toji in 3k words. the ending is kinda rushed bc i wanted to get this out soon, i hope u don’t mind <_> !! please enjoy ;)

toji wasn’t the easiest man to approach.

with his stern resting face and his not so kind demeanor, it was a surprise to see him settling down with such a easy going woman like yourself. but alas, you were the love of his life— to put it shortly.

using his keys to unlock the front door, toji interrupts what seems to be your usual sunday routine. he wasn’t supposed to be back until later tonight, but to your surprise, his mission was cut short. toji could proudly say that the first thing he wanted to do was see you— his partner in crime, his bestfriend, his wife.

stepping foot into your shared home, the fresh scent of his favorite food consumed him, along with the sound of a r&b track playing in the background.

“baby? i’m home.” he calls out your name twice and then once again, the music a bit too loud for you to hear him. as toji stepped closer toward the sound, he could see your figure — and god, were you beautiful.

dressed in one of his many oversized shirts, the hem of it barely covering your ass. your hair was tied up into a head scarf as lose strands of baby hairs peeked from the front, face bare, and just as pretty as ever.

you were swaying your hips along to the beat all the while stirring at the pot on the stove, not even aware of the man’s presence behind you up until he snakes his arms around your waist.

you flinch at the sudden feeling, quickly turning around and hitting him on the shoulder for startling you, “toji! you nearly scared the shit out of me,” you whine, but he shuts you up with a sensual kiss to the lips.

you fall into it of course, too blinded by love to think about the tiny jumpscare, “my love, i’ve missed you so much,” you say, still planting pecks all over his face.

“i missed you more, mama. how are you?” the genuine question brings a smile to your face. out of instinct, you burry your head into his chest, embracing him once more.

“i’m fine, baby. the real question is how are you? mission go okay?” toji avoids your question by shifting the subject.

“i’ve been away from you long enough, let’s talk about you.”

not minding the the change of topic. toji would prefer if you didn’t know how most of his missions went, for your sake. he didn't want to worry you anymore than you already do when he leaves.

“i’ve been okay, just glad you’re back. i don’t think i could go another day without you in the bed when i sleep,” you joke, but toji seemed to be focused on something else— your attire. your hardened nipples poked through the plain shirt, skin grazing against the fabric with every breath.

“keep her wet ‘f me while i was gone?” he asks.

blunt, per usual.

“toji! not now, i’m cooking. you’ve already made me burn the—“ a swift smooch to your lips cut you off as toji brought his hand to your neck.

“the appetizers can wait, i’m ready for the main course.” his fingers slipped between the line of your thong as he plucked at the fabric, making it snap back. you couldn’t deny it— the stream between your thighs. in his defense, the man had been away from you for far too long and your kitty was already purring. there wasn’t much else needed to be said.

“yeah? and what about desert? gonna’ wait for that too,” you tease, rubbing him through his uniform. a low groan left his lips as he wasted no time scooping you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom.

as your tongues danced with one another, toji gently tossed you onto the bed, a giggle leaving your lips as you watch him begin to undress— and god was it a dream.

toji was already built, but it seemed as if he’d gotten even bigger— swollen almost. the muscles in his arms tore through his tight shirt, and the veins seemed to be playing a game of seek and no hide— popping out more than usual.

and don’t even get started on his cock.

the bi-colored piece attached bellow his belly stood straight up and thumped as he removed his underwear. the pinkish tip was already wet with precum and the lightly tan colored length itself had you close to drooling. he was wide, with a bit of length— not too long, but just right. it had a curve too— to the left to be specific, perfect for hitting that sensitive spot with little to no effort.

“starin’ hard,” he utters.

“could you blame me?”

he chuckles, taking his position on the bed— body hovering over you, “i’d tell you to close your mouth but i like it open like that.”

“put it to use then,” you sass, earning knit brows from your husband. usually, talking back to him wouldn’t exactly fly, but tonight, he could dabble in your little game.

“watch it. now, take this off. let me love you, woman,” he smirks down at you, reaching for the hem of ‘your’ shirt. woe and behold your bare body was finally seen. toji tried not to get too giddy, but the way you looked up at him had him already going feral.

you were just irresistible.

he couldn’t quite figure out exactly what it was. maybe it was that nasty mind of yours that never failed to match the energy he gave you. or maybe it was that body— that grown woman body, to be specific. tiger stripes on your ass, hips growing wider, and a pretty pussy to top it all off.

with a smile on your face, you groped at your breast, slowly lifting your legs to meet your chest, spreading yourself for him, “and you said i was staring?”

“could you blame me?” he mocks, laying on his stomach, face coming into contact with your cunt up until your small hand stopped his movements.

“fuck the foreplay, toji. i wan’ it.”

“eager little thing, aren’t ya?” he laughs, getting up and taping his tip on your puffy clit. instead of entering you when you asked, toji continued to graze his tip along your cunt, rubbing himself against you.

“toji do something, please-“

“hush.”

“toji-“

his once gentle touch turned into a mini slap on your cunt, making you jerk in response, “what’d i say?” a pout twisted your lips as you watched toji continue to toy with your folds. it felt more like admiration than teasing, his eyes wandering your figure. he’ll never get over how pretty you are, from the day he met you to the moment he married you, he knew he’d won in life.

“perfect fuckin’ physique,” he grunts, hands circling your stomach and waist. you turn your head aside while stifling a laugh. the man still made you nervous after all these years. "look up here," he orders, taking his large cock in his hand as he aligns it with your entrance, piercing eyes still looking at you in awe as he begins to push his tip into you.

“a-ah, toji go slow, baby. it’s been a minute,” you hiss, pushing at his abdomen. you could take dick like a champ, but toji was far too wide to be getting too hasty. hell, it took a few times for him to fully fit when you first fucked and even now, it was still a bit of a challenge.

every stretch to your cunt had you digging your nails into his biceps as he eased his way in.

“so tight, sweetheart— needed me that bad, huh?”

obviously.

“you’re so big toji, love it so much,” you mumble, the soft thrusts to your cunt making you whimper under him. still rocking into you slowly, toji’s thumb moved to your clit, rubbing the sensitive little thing as if you’d break. you felt so full, so whole, and you were loving every minute of it.

“missed you so much, missed this sweet pussy fuckin’ on me like this,” he grunts, your pussy clamping around him so tightly like you’d never taken his dick before.

“she missed you too, daddy.”

a sly smirk was all he needed to pick up his speed, but not too fast— he wanted to make sure you felt everything, “this fuckin’ cunt- goddamn,” toji’s hands move from your waist to your chest as he kneads your tits in his hands, running his thumb along your hardened nipples.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, toji! oh—right there, right there, baby.” toji matched his thrusts with the rhythm of your moans as he stroked your pussy slowly, pulling completely out then slamming right back in. the attack on your hole was too much and the sight of him above you was even more.

you didn’t fail to take in the way his eyes never left yours as he fucked you deeply, staring as if you were the only girl in the world— and to him, you were. he was losing himself inside of you and was trying so hard not to cum from the grip you had on him. it was only round one, and there were many more to go.

“you’re so pretty,” he says, barely above a whisper as his lips meet yours. you could feel his hands holding the back of your head now, your eyes being forced to look at nothing but him and the commotion between you both. he was sweaty and his dog tags were dangling and most of all, his dick was throbbing inside of you, hitting a spot that you didn’t even know you had.

“oh my go- baby! harder toji, harder please- aah.”

“like this? harder like this?” he mocks, tilting his head to the side as he watches you plead and beg for more of him. but the truth was, this was as deep as he could get— well, for right now.

“what if i did this? hm,” he asks, now circling his hips with every sharp pound to your cunt. it was like a reflex when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mind going foggy from the overriding amount of power he was giving you.

“i…i think i’m—oooh toji, m’ cumming m’ cumming,” you announce, holding your mouth wide open as you close your eyes seeing nothing but white. toji sensed this before you did, because when he felt that last final clench, his only thought was to bring you higher.

“hold it, baby. hold that shit—hold it for me, yn.”

“i cant! i can’t!” you reply, shaking your head from side to side only to have toji completely stop his movements to stand up.

“baby, please i wanna cu—“

“and ima’ let you. c’mere,” he assures as he reaches his arms out to pick you up into his arms. he flips you over onto your tummy, pulling you by the hips to create an arch in your tattooed spine. he smiles seeing his initials on your right cheek, reaching down to give it a kiss.

one kiss led to toji full on tongue fucking you from behind. he licked and ate at your sensitive clit, paying close attention to your small whines and squirms. it was hard to even do the job with you trying your best to run from him all the while calling out his name.

toji loved eating pussy. he’d do it over and over until lockjaw told him to stop. not only did it make you feel good, but he got hard from the process of it alone— his tongue toying at your folds, the whiff of your fresh scent each and every time he took in a breath, and your broken record of moans that echoed off the four walls around you both.

“tojiii- slow down, baby.” reaching an arm back to swat at his movements, you're quickly shut down by three harsh smacks to both of your cheeks. he says nothing and continues eating, burying his face in your euphoria.

he was a leach latching on to your clit like he was. he sucked and let his tongue massage whatever flesh it could find, “baby! fu-fu-fuck- m’ gonna- m’ gonna cum!” you squeal. you could feel toji shaking his head from side to side and still sucking on your ticking time bomb. his groans and moans didn’t help your case, a wave of vibrations taking you straight to your climax.

he mushed and fondled your ass cheeks as you whimpered, wetting his face up with every last ounce of your juices. toji couldn’t believe his eyes. you were shaking in his grasp, squirting on his faint facial hair while crying out his name in exhilaration. you tasted so good, and just for him.

“that’s my girl. missed you ‘s much. give me another one, babydoll. i know you can do it.” you could, you knew you could. regardless of how badly you wanted to collapse and fall into a deep sleep, to put it short— the dick was just too good.

you nod your head and fix your arch, still fuzzy from the mess you just made. you could see your husband leaning over to help you, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it between your head and the sheets— allowing you to be more comfortable. toji begins to kiss down your spine. when reaching lower, he carefully places his thumbs where your back dimples are, holding on to your waist.

he stuck his cock in between your cheeks, watching it glide up and down. he patted it against the left one as a way of telling you he was about to put it in.

you demonstrate your hands in front of you and let him get to work. toji slid his cock into your cunt, your walls tracing his veins and swallowing him whole. as his hands massaged your ass cheeks, he let out a small groan, watching your moons clash against his pelvis.

he could only sit there and indulge in your greatness. he missed this. he missed you. it was times like this where he could remeber the good old days— back when the two of you were young and so, so irresponsible, fucking like rabbits back to back with no other thoughts on your minds but each other.

but life came fast, and both of you had to grow up. even if it meant toji working a bit more than he should for his own health, he knew it’d all be worth it the moment he saw your face again.

“yes, yes, yes- toji! don’t stop, baby. that feels ‘s good.” your cries were music to his ears. your voice was shaky, and your words were being drawn out— too drunk in love to care much about the volume.

“fuck me back, don’t be fuckin’ lazy.”

you don’t budge.

taking matters into his own hands, toji places a hand on your shoulder while the other still remains on your hip. he begins to yank you back onto him, deepening the pretty dip in your spine. holding your mouth wide open, your hand reaches to hold his wrist for support. he was drilling into you so quickly, gritting his teeth and sucking harsh breaths followed by profanities.

“could fuck you all day. just say the fuckin’ word, yn.” as much as you wanted to tell him how good he was making you feel, the overriding power of his cock driving in and out of you put your statement on hold.

“don’t be silent. talk to me, let me know.” his voice was shaky, and his movements seemed to be picking up speed. with every thrust, there was another step closer to the headboard putting a dent on your bedroom wall.

“y-you’re makin’ me f-feel ‘s good,” you babble mindlessly as toji laughs, the scar on his lip forming into a smile as he watches you fall apart.

“i know i am. dick feels good, doesn’t it? missed me beating this pretty pussy up, huh?” when toji stopped talking you immediately felt your stomach form a knot. your eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of your head as you let him fuck the absolute shit out of you.

“bout’ to cum for me, aren’t you?”

“yesss! don’t. fuckin’. stop.” and he didn’t. letting go of your shoulder, toji quickly pushes down your lower back. now, he was fucking you into the matress, his fat cock stuffing you full as you cling on to the sheets and brace yourself.

“ooh! tojii- right there, fuck!”

there it was. that spot that he never failed to find within only just a few minutes, “you feel too fuckin’ good, sweetheart- fuck,” he grunts. his adrenaline had died down a bit, his strokes now becoming long and a bit unorganized. he was giving you all of him, cock jabbing into your cervix making you holler.

“i feel it, baby- please don’t stop! wanna’ cum for you so bad.” the tears in your eyes had fallen silently down your cheeks as you began to feel a strain in your thighs. you quickly whip your head around to look at your husband. his eyes were low and his jaw was clenched, waiting for you to cum around him so he could follow close behind you.

“give it to me, c’mon. i want it. i know you want to, darlin.’ just let it go.”

and just like that, the pleasure bubbling in your stomach had finally erupted. it was only then when toji heard you cry out an almost inhumane moan that roared from the pit of your stomach. your limbs had grown weak and your face was twisted into somewhat of a smile.

“good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”

toji could detect your sensitivity. it drove him insane knowing he was the cause; his body ached and so did yours, but he couldn’t stop. you just felt too good. it was as if you were specifically made for him and only him. his cock fit perfectly inside of you, never leaving any gaps in your walls. when he fucked you, he lost himself, but who could blame him?

“toji- please, please cum for me. i w-want it. i wanna’ feel it in me,” you moan, voice barely above a whisper as you feel him still massaging your walls. the tank top molding toji’s muscles was stained with sweat, the fabric sticking to his skin. growing annoyed, toji quickly lifts the hem of the shirt and holds on to it with his gritted teeth.

you could now see his bare stomach, along with the many tattoos that covered it. his form had you ready to cum again— and he felt it too. between the motion of your ass and the sounds you let out, he was cumming in no time.

“aw-fuck!” the wet noises coming from your cunt only made him cum harder. he painted your walls with ropes and ropes of white, making sure he didn’t leave a single drop left.

“yes! yes, toji- keep c-cumming in me, please..”

eyes rolled to the back of your head, you use whatever strength you had left to look back at him, doe eyes sending him nothing but a look of admiration. toji held your gaze as he finished himself off, still giving you small, unorganized strokes— just the tip.

“you take it so well- every time. pussy is to die for,” he was babbling now, praising you endlessly without any other thoughts on his mind. for a moment it was just the two of you, basking in one another’s love as everything around you was on pause.

when he finally pulled out, he used his fingers to push the leaking cum back into your hole, the cold temperature of his wedding ring giving you a chill, “i think it’s time we have a mini me around to keep you company, what do ya’ say?”

smiling, you pull him down for his lips to meet yours, “i say it’s about damn time.”

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