#don't pass him the aux cord

[caffstrink]

Your friends and enemies, and all your family, we will all be buried in the ground, in the ground

Let's make the most of it, cause life's too short to fuck with

#oc #original #art #juandice #don't pass him the aux cord

[cdbabymp3]

𐙚chris' girl ; chapter one ― matt sturniolo

summary: y/n goes home with chris after the party. matt let's his desires get the best of him. i suck at summaries lmfao

notes/warnings: chris x reader x matt, nsfw !! slight perv!matt, masturbation, vouyerism (??) a hint of toxic!chris, that's it i think idk ?? i've decided to break up the chapters to be a lil shorter so it's easier to read ! that way there will be more of them too <3

read the intro if you haven't already :) LUV YALL IM NERVOUS ABT THIS ONE ....

not caring what response the random guy had to say, matt kept walking. while leaving completely wasn't an option, who's to say he couldn't wait in the car? enticed by the idea of complete silence and peace, matt strolled to the front door of the house and made his way up the street to the car. with a short beep of the car unlocking, he hopped in and shut the door, sighing in relief. after sitting idle for a moment, he was unsure what to do. was this a new low? hiding in the car from my brother and his girlfriend....jesus. defeat struck again, making him rest his arms and forehead against the steering wheel. what the fuck is wrong with me? amid his wallowing, a low buzz vibrates repeatedly from his back pocket. matt grabs his phone, the bright screen illuminating the dark interior of the car. not one, but five texts from nick:

matt rolled his eyes at his brother's hollow threat.

a tinge of anger made its way through matt's veins. of course chris did something. it wouldn't be fair to cuss out chris until he knew the whole context, but, fuck, was he close to. he squinted, seeing nick and y/n walking side by side towards the car, chris behind them on his phone. he couldn't read y/n's expression or chris'. they all got in the car awkwardly in silence. matt looked at nick for a quick nonverbal explanation, but nick shook his head like he wasn't allowed to say a word. with that, matt takes the cue to start the car and head home. in the rearview mirror, he sees ample distance between chris and y/n. chris' hand creeps onto her thigh, but she moves it off.

"you're seriously still mad?" chris mumbles, trying not to draw attention

y/n ignores him, staring out the window for any kind of distraction.

"this is ridiculous." he scoffs under his breath

nick scrambles for the aux cord and puts on some soft music to alleviate the growing tension. matt discreetly nods at nick for his idea.

other than the music playing, it's silent for almost ten minutes until chris starts instigating again.

"can we talk about it at least? y/n?" he pokes her thigh, but her gaze remains on the buildings that pass by

y/n's voice shakes, "no, not right now."

"so you're gonna be mad at me and not tell me why?" he rhetorically asks, raising his voice so that it overpowers the volume of the music

nick's eyes flick to matt's nervously.

"chris, let's not do this in front of them, please. just wait." y/n requests, fighting the urge to match his vexed tone, but it comes out even

matt lets it be quiet for a minute, then clears his throat, "so-uh, y/n, should i just bring you back to our place?"

her eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives her a comforting smile, mutely letting her know that the invitation is open but that she doesn't have to.

"um, yeah, if you don't mind." her eyes hold onto matt's stare longer than he expected, finally returning back to the window.

the rest of the ride is filled with an uncomfortable silence, everyone shifting awkwardly in their seats and checking their phones.

what felt like an eternity in the car was finally over as matt pulled into the garage. not even waiting for the car to be off, chris swings his seat belt off and gets out. y/n tries to keep up, quickly running behind him to where matt and nick assumed was chris' room.

after the garage door fully closed behind y/n, matt gestured for nick and him to get out.

"so you don't know what happened at all?" matt interrogates nick, locking the car

nick opens his mouth to start speaking, opening the door into the house, but puts a finger up to his mouth with wide eyes.

"what?" matt whispered entering the first level of the house

nick shushed him, steadily walking up the stairs to the second floor to reach the living room. curiously, matt did the same.

"i thought i heard y/n...it sounded like she was in pain or something...." nick spoke so quietly, matt had to step closer to hear him. the two brothers turned in the direction of chris' room, waiting for a sound, but there was nothing.

matt starts to walk away, "nick, c'mon-"

"mmh, chris, fuck..." y/n's muffled moan travels down the hall.

matt freezes, blood rushing to his cheeks and ears. holy fuck. the sounds coming from chris' room were borderline pornographic. y/n's sweet mewls mixed with chris' low groans could be heard over the sound of the skin slapping over and over again.

"wow, that was fast. usually, they fight a little more before this part." nick grabs his headphones routinely from the dinner table, "you know, i told chris not to do that shit when we're here anymore. it's fucking weird. but if he's not gonna listen to me, the least he can do is close his door all the way."

with no response from matt, nick looks to him. matt stands completely still, eyes glued to the hallway of chris' room, definitely not hearing a word nick just said.

"matt? what the fuck are you doing?" nick hits his arm, snapping matt out of the trance he'd been put in.

"what? sorry-i think i need to go to bed. i'm really tired." a lie so bad, he cringed the second it left his mouth. thankfully, nick had enough alcohol in him for it to go unnoticed for once.

"well, good luck with that." nick gave him a part on the back, slipping his headphones on and walking to his room.

once nick's door was shut, matt shuts his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. just go to your room, plain and simple. close the door and go to bed. matt opened his eyes, taking hesitant steps into the hallway. with each step, y/n's moans grew louder. it started feeling real, too real. he clenched his fist and held his breath, making it the space between chris' bedroom door and his; conveniently right across from one another. the sounds were no longer muffled and he could almost feel the heat radiating from the room. like he was being timed, matt slipped into his room, closing his door, but leaving it cracked the slightest bit open. peering with a fraction of his face, he could partially see past the crack of chris' door. the sliver he was permitted was of y/n. her eyebrows knitted together, both hands holding her up as she grips onto the sheets of the bed white-knuckled. her body rocks back and forth as she fucks into chris, who drills into her from behind relentlessly. she gasps every couple of thrusts when chris goes deeper. a string of their curses echoes throughout the whole upstairs. matt feels himself getting hard at the sight and sound her. it was so wrong, he knew that. a sudden wave of shame pours over him. if chris knew the things he thought about his girlfriend, matt was certain chris would shoot him dead between the eyes. so, making sure they don't hear, matt closes his door. he kicks off his shoes, peels his jeans and shirt off, and crawls into bed. it's pitch black in his room, leaving too much to the imagination. loud and clear, he can still hear y/n's erotic sounds. so pretty. even when she's getting her brains fucked out, she sounds so fucking pretty. matt had watched his fair share of porn in the past. he could never fully get off to how most of the girls sounded. sure, most of it is scripted after all, but none of it really got him going. there were always too screechy for him. but not y/n. she sounded like an angel.

he almost felt nauseous with guilt about these thoughts he was having. distraughtly, he turned over on his side, making eye contact with headphones that sat on his bedside table. maybe nick had the right idea. reaching for them lazily, he turned them on. a small circular red light blinked on the side indicating a dead battery. great. he rolled over onto his back, both hands pushing his hair out of his face. a loud slap sounded, earning a pleased whimper from y/n. matt's mouth formed an 'o' in shock. he didn't think she was into that...

he couldn't handle it any longer. the bulge in his boxes throbbing so bad it started to hurt.

just this once, matt...

lightly, his hand snuck under the covers, to his erection, palming it. he winced, the mere contact already giving him the relief he needed. another slap against y/n's ass echoed, working him up enough to touch himself underneath his boxers. grabbing the base of his shaft and stroking upwards, he shut his eyes, imagining he was the one making y/n sound like that. it was easy to tap into this fantasy for him, not being the first time, in truth. he could see it so clearly: him holding her hips, moving her body against his as he fucked into her. her soft skin sticky with sweat, little baby hairs clinging to her forehead as he kissed her lips and neck. he would take his time with her. not like chris. he would grab her neck if she'd let him, holding her securely. he'd leave little marks all along her tits. god, her tits. the thought of them alone was enough to make him cum right there. he'd fuck her as long as he physically could, as long as she wanted him to. and the face she'd make when she cums....the way she'd whine his name, holding onto him for dear life.

he was almost there, eyes screwing shut even tighter than before. his chest rose and fell at a brash pace, sucking in air, as he felt his release nearing. his free hand grabs onto his sheets, hips lifting up to fuck himself into his hand. so fucking close...

but then there's silence from the other room. mid-stroke, matt pauses, keeping his eyes closed. suddenly, chris' door slams. a meek knock on his own door causes matt's eyes to flash open in fear.

"matt...?" y/n knocks again, a little louder, "are you awake?"

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[evenmorebeetles]

I come bearing Team 7 road trip headcanons

(very american road trip because that's what I'm familiar with)

Naruto calls shotgun, but that doesn't even last long enough for them to get on the highway before Kakashi sentences him to the back seat because he put his feet up on the dash and tried to steal the aux cord for his Super Awesome Road Trip Playlist

Sasuke tries to claim shotgun for himself afterwards but Kakashi declares that the front seat is now off limits.  Call it a bonding exercise

Whoever sits next to Naruto is inevitably going to smack him at some point and while Sakura hits harder than Sasuke, she's more patient than him, so she's in the middle with Sasuke behind Kakashi and Naruto behind the passenger seat so that he can kick the back of it without causing an accident or a murder

No one ever actually sees him take it off somehow but every 45 minutes someone has to yell at Naruto to put his seatbelt back on.

Naruto wants to play a road trip game, which Sakura thinks is a novel and fantastic idea.  She makes puppy eyes at Sasuke until he agrees to play.  It actually goes well until Sasuke starts cheating during I Spy by describing billboards that passed them in half a second.  Naruto and Sasuke bicker over whether this is actually cheating or not, and Sakura takes Naruto's side, much to Sasuke's indignation and Naruto's excited woops.  They get so loud that Kakashi threatens to start playing educational podcasts at max volume if they don't shut up

Sasuke puts his headphones in and you'd think he's listening to some punk alt emo rock album but nope he's got on a mixtape playlist Sakura and Naruto made him for his birthday

He leans his head on the window but the road is too bumpy for it to be comfortable.  Naruto notices and offers Sasuke his hoodie to put between his head and the glass, and Sasuke grumbles but ultimately accepts it if only so he can stop having a conversation that involves his friends being kind to him

Sakura tries to read but eventually gets too car sick and falls asleep with her head on Sasuke's shoulder

Naruto pulls out a handheld game and is careful to turn the volume all the way down so he doesn't wake Sakura up

Kakashi puts on a forest ambiance soundtrack instead of music, and Naruto is very confused.  He doesn't know that due to them being in the middle of nowhere, Kakashi can't get any service, leaving him only with the things he has pre-downloaded to his phone.  These are limited to forest ambiance and every Icha Icha novel on audiobook

Sakura does eventually wake up to go into a rest stop with Kakashi while Naruto and Sasuke wait in the car because they didn't feel like putting their shoes back on.  She comes back with each of their favorite snacks

Naruto has to use the bathroom 10 miles after leaving the rest stop

Everyone newly recharged with sugar, they agree on another road trip game where they have to find words starting with each sequential letter of the alphabet (chosen for its collaborative and therefore cheat proof nature)

They absolutely do the COWS thing whenever they pass a field

Sakura finally smacks Naruto upside the head when she catches him without his seatbelt on for the seventh time

Kakashi imposes a tax where he's owed a bit of snack every time someone asks if they're close or how much longer

Naruto and Sakura end up sharing a blanket (Sasuke isn't cold due to his recently acquired hoodie)

Naruto and Sasuke compete to see who can put more stickers on Sakura without her noticing.  When they get caught, Sasuke claims to have no knowledge of the game at all, and sure, Naruto never saw Sasuke put anything on Sakura, but he knows for a fact that not all those stickers were from him

Sai, who has been in the third row of seats the entire time unbeknownst to everyone else in the car, is very pleased with himself for winning

#naruto #team 7 #naru #sakura #sasuke #kakashi #sai #the kiddos can be read as platonic or shipping in any combination if peeps wanted permission to ship tag since I'm not going to #mine

[xerith-42]

My Street Ramblings

Ok ok ok so @gonedreaminggg put it into words very well when they described My Street characters as more of characters than people. Which is so true!! Like I can list off some personality traits of some characters, but can you honestly tell me what Katelyn really thinks about Zane? Even though they're both main characters?

(Editors note, this post ran the fuck away from me so it's long as fuck sjdfjsdhg)

The problem MS has is that a lot of these characters get boiled down to the silliest, memeist versions of themselves, until Jess did a spin maneuver and made the series a story driven show with a darker tone and promptly crashed her faster car into a brick wall. But even before that happened, a lot of MS characters were lacking because of the forced perspective.

Until the plot shows up in season 4 and mandates characters splitting up constantly, a lot of the series is (sometimes literally) only seen from Aphmau's perspective. If interesting character drama is happening and she isn't around for it, it won't be seen. This was somewhat rectified in Season 5, but it was really too little too late. Because Aphmau has to be around for important stuff to happen, we don't really know the characters on a smaller scale, because the series is allergic to taking things slow.

Imagine an episode that's just watching Nana go through her day. She wakes up, starts making coffee, pulls a blanket over Katelyn who fell asleep on the couch watching K-drama's last night, and then goes outside with her morning coffee, a small breakfast, and sits on her porch and scrolls through Tumblr while people watching.

We follow her taking the bus to get to her barista job, and watch as she goes through an opening shift. Scenes fade showing the different parts of her job, maybe she has to deal with an angry customer and we see how she responds. Maybe while she's working one of her other friends from My Street shows up and gets an order and they have a chat as she's working. We watch the care she puts into it, and how she leaves little positive notes with drawings of cats, hearts, and flowers next to their name on their order.

My Street characters suffer from feeling like they aren't doing anything if the Main Character isn't around. How does Travis like to spend his weekends? We can make headcanons about it, but the show, the actual text, can't answer such a simple question about one of it's main characters.

My Street also suffers from having too many characters, but if the series was willing to slow down, all of them could be given proper time, especially because a lot of characters probably spend time together when Aphmau and Aaron aren't around.

I'm talking about an episode where it opens on Garroth honking his horn, and then Zane comes trudging out of his house, gets in the passenger seat, and lets out a huff. Garroth just gives him the aux cord, and Zane puts on his high school emo playlist he unironically enjoys. Garroth nods along to or even lip-sings some of the song (probably Welcome To The Black parade by MCR, I just know all the Ro'maeve brothers love that song.)

Speaking of which, they then pick up Vylad, and all three of them just go for a drive. Eventually they drive into the country side, pull off, and then turn the car off. Garroth pops open the trunk and the three of them all just chill out on a pile of blankets and pillows that were already there. They sit in silence for a while. Vylad and Zane pass a vape pen around, and every now and then Garroth takes a hit off of it.

Finally they all just talk. About life, about their feelings, about their parents, whatever they can think to talk about. Maybe Garroth brings up some of his gripes about his roommate, or Vylad confesses that they're struggling to figure out how to come out to their parents. This is clearly a routine these three established, and something all three of them greatly appreciate. Garroth and Zane never quite felt like brothers to me, but this? I could see myself doing this with my brother.

And for my final random idea I had while in the shower, I want to talk about Melissa my beloved. A character who only exists to help prop up an already existing character. Melissa has almost no identity outside of being Aaron's Sister. Let me ask you this, what's her job? Without checking the wiki?

My idea is that she works for her parents company, a boring, dreadful, and soul draining office job. It's the same routine day in, day out, nothing changes. Wake up, drive to work, sit at her office for 8 hours, go home, sleep, repeat. Until on Friday, when she's truly had enough, when she's just so tired as she slams the car door as she's getting in her car to leave and hangs her head. She's so exhausted, so drained, so miserable. Her moment of anguish is interrupted by her phone playing a stupid love song, and you can just see her face relax the minute she hears it.

She answers the phone, puts it on speaker, and sets it up on a stand in her car. Her relaxed expression turns into a love struck grin, her ears relax, and her tail starts wagging the minute she hears her girlfriend Lucinda's voice. After the drudgery of every single day being the same, just hearing her voice is like medicine to Melissa.

And then the two talk the entire time Melissa is driving to Lucinda's, and they're so so so gay when they see each other in person. They both get dolled up and flirt like dorks the entire time, and then we get a montage of them going out clubbing, singing karaoke, and getting white girl wasted despite neither of them being white.

My Street characters don't feel like people because they're not. They're mostly one dimensional characters who exist to fill out a roster or scene, and we get depressingly little insight into who they are as people.

I hope this post gave them and the MS fandom something to chew on.

#text post #aphmau #i dont support aphmau #my street #aphverse #aphblr #mystreet headcanons #mystreet #mystreet garroth #mystreet vylad #mystreet zane #nana ashida #melissa lycan #mystreet lucinda #my headcanons #discussion post #incoherent ramblings

[shiveringgroovy]

more headcanon asks pt 2 out of ???

roadtrip au. who does the driving who does the navigation that kinda thing

can be ships, just favorites, idek

oh em goodness i have opinions. gonna alternate between bsd and tes

Fyozai (who else would i start with)

dazai canonically sucks at driving

and look at fyodor and tell me he knows how to operate a vehicle

certified public transport power couple. they are the worst i hope they die

i actually wrote a fic where they're on a subway for a little. fucking freaks

Sheskillmyna

haskill is always the designated driver. always.

relmyna drove once and it resulted in 3 civilian deaths

sheogorath sticks his head out the window and screams random shit at people

worst people to road trip with. haskill can't stop himself from stopping the car if either of his partners ask so they end up being at gas stations more than on the actual road. sheogorath is a devious freak for slurpees and needs a refill every hour

Siglai

sigma is probably a good driver, nikolai would be mediocre but gets HORRIFIC road rage

so sigma drives most often and nikolai is either sprawled out in the backseat or trying not to lose his shit in shotgun

they stop at everything on the way. sightseeing spots and supermarkets and everything in between. it's nikolai's fault.

sigma needs to take a xanax before getting in the car.

ALMSIVI

seht drives, ayem takes shotgun, vehk takes up the entire backseat

almalexia freaks sotha sil out. somebody save him.

vivec looks like she's meditating, he's actually just passed tf out

sotha sil points out every cool architecture thing he sees and almalexia punches him every time

Ranpoe + Yosano

ranpo also doesn't drive so yosano and poe alternate

ranpo also loves being in the back seat so if he's not driving, poe will act as a pillow for ranpo

yosano refuses to stop the car at gas stations. she fucking hates stopping and ranpo will start tweaking if he runs out of snacks

Cheydinhal Sanctuary + Janus Hassildor

minivan group..

ocheeva and teinaava are in the front, alternating who drives.

antionetta, gogron, and telaendril are in the middle row. gogron and telaendril are being a cringe couple and antionetta sticks her head out the window the entire time

in the back, m'raaj-dar has schemer in his lap and janus and vicente are also being all couple-y and cringe.

lucien's already at the destination.

TachiHiguGin

higuchi drives the best out of the three ngl

tachihara plays road trip games and does not fuck around about i spy.

i headcanon gin as semiverbal but they'll fucking GAG tachihara during some games

higuchi will constantly ask if they need to stop at every gas station because she's like that

Dawnstar Sanctuary

babette drives. no, i don't care that she has the body of a 10 year old. she's the best driver.

cicero is in the trunk. don't worry about him

nazir is in shotgun controlling the aux cord. ik he has the best music taste of all time. he's a metalhead trust me i asked him myself

the night mother is strapped to the top of the car like those ski holders

DOA5

sigma and fukuchi are in the front, alternating drivers

bram is tied to the back of fukuchi's seat like one of those ipads that little kids watch skibidi toilet on during long car rides

fyodor is said skibidi toilet kid

nikolai is in the trunk

NereVoryn

nerevar drives. voryn won't admit it but he fucking sucks at driving

there's really nothing chaotic about their road trips. very chill tbh

nerevar has probably backed up into a fire hydrant once or twice though.

#shiveringasks #shiveringstraydogs #shiveringscrolls #the elder scrolls #skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #tesblr #elder scrolls #tes #tes oblivion #oblivion #cheydinhal #dark brotherhood #nerevoryn #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #doa #poly doa #bsd #bungo stray dogs #decay of angels #dawnstar #cicero #nazir #babette #bungou stray dogs #janus hassildor #vicente valtieri #sheskillmyna

[lady-nuggetz]

Hello, I hope you are having a wonderful day! I hope you don't mind answering my questions or just pick one. My questions are as follows; in your hcs, how and why did Fang become a mercenary? If he wasn't a mercenary, what would he be? and finally, if Jest is passed the aux cord (if she is even allowed in The Queen at all) what would she play?

Thank you so much for your time! I love your art!

HEYA THANK U FOR SENDING AN ASK MY WAY!!!! I ALWAYS APPRECIATE IT!!!

As to answer your question, I went on a whole ramble about my hc for Fang's backstory in this ask post here!!

To summarize, I hc that he grew up wealthy, but was incredibly spoiled which caused him to get thrown out and forced to live on his own, which caused him to turn to being a mercenary as a get rich quick idea. He's self taught in things like guns and machinery!

If he wasn't a mercenary he probably would've worked at McDonald's idk, using little guns was always his true calling.

AND THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE, if Jest was passed the aux, she'd play a multitude of things, depending on the setting. She is in fact allowed in the Queen, though she just rides on top of Fang's car seat since there wasn't any room left! A better space to pester him while he drives.

Naturally she plays tacky and trendy pop music that she unironically enjoys, the likes of Brittany Spears, Gwen Stefani, and Avril Lavigne [Which I often listen to while I draw her]. She's aware that Fang doesn't like it most of the time so she just puts it on to upset him.

However, on rare occasions where it's simply her and Fang riding the Queen, she puts on music he actually enjoys, which I like to think is stuff like classic rock and punk music [Micheal Jackson too!!]

And they'll just sing songs together while riding!

Thank you for asking, it's always a joy to answer these!!!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #fang the hunter #fang the sniper #Sonic oc #fang ramble #fang McDonald's au maybe #fang being an MJ fanatic again #Can someone draw him and Jest singing bad drunk in the Queen #flutters my lashes

[bluecoolr]

Heya mah beloved wife!! 💖💍

I just wanted to know if you have some hcs for gas station attendant Darrell? Literally anything, could be the most random thing ever. Idk.. I just want to smooch gas station attendant Darrell's cheeks rn, feeling so soft for him, he's such a cutie 🙈

Love ya 😚

Wifey! 💍💖

Darrell Gas Station Headcanons

Gets in real early or is already there

If he gets sick of the local radio, he's taking the AUX cord

Stone Temple Pilots is almost always on. His favorite song by them is "Interstate Love Song"

Smokes at the gas station.

There's a sort of wasteland about 10 meters from the convenience store and he goes there at least twice a day to smoke.

His meals at work consists entirely of convenience store food.

Crazy over deep fried chicken tenders. Makes them in the store all the time.

Reads to pass the time. You can find him hunched over in a chair, reading a Jack Reacher novel with knitted eyebrows.

Won't mind if you ask for assistance while he's at it though. Will make you cringe as he folds the page to mark his place.

Tosses his books haphazardly. So the covers are all crumpled. Some of his other books don't have covers at all.

Sometimes when a customer's been nice, he slips a mini bag of m&m's in with their stuff.

Remembers regulars and tries to stock up on the items they like.

Don't be surprised if you see him crouched down at the wasteland. He's probably petting a cat.

Feral cats sometimes wander out to the gas station. He likes to befriend them. One of his main goals in life is to pick up and smooch as much cats as he can.

Calls every cat "Buddy".

Two stand out the most to him: a sweet, attention-hungry orange cat and a shy, one-eyed black cat.

Feeds them tuna out of the can or dry kibble 🥺 whatever they like.

Sometimes walks out of the gas station bathroom shirtless. So, you might be in for a treat if he decides to top up your tank shirtless.

#darrell todd #oc lore #headcanons #bluecoolr.txt

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

APS Book One Excerpt (1)

Taken from "Chapter One: The Pub and the Peril."

If you wish to see the WIP intro for more information, you may find it here.

I exhaled slowly. "For the last time, Caster, that guy insisted on us coming to this place, and he wasn't gonna give up. There was no choice, okay? I promised him thirty minutes here, and then we'd leave." Lifting up my wristwatch, I checked the time. 1:20 A.M. "We have ten minutes left anyway, so don't worry. We'll get outta here soon, and I promise I'll pass you the aux cord when we get in the car to make up for it. Deal?"

Caster paused for one, two… three moments. "Fair enough. But can you please remove that book from the table and do something other than read?" He shot a pointed glance at the comic near my half-full glass of tequila. "I'm afraid you'll spill your drink and soil the pages."

"Oh, come on, I'm not that clumsy! It won't spill!" I replied.

Silence dropped on us like a weighted blanket, and Caster simply raised a brow that clearly said, Are you sure about that? 

Two seconds passed and I bit my lip, backtracking to all the moments I'd soaked pages with water or coffee (plus the time when I had to ban myself from having paper and liquid near each other for a couple weeks…).

"Okay, I take it back," I muttered, pulling the book off the desk and slipping it into my bag. "So what do you wanna do?”

He shrugged. “Say, do you have any homework to finish?”

“Um…” I paused. “I don't know why I'd do homework now of all times, but yeah, I do. It’s just one art assignment that’s due in…” I checked my watch. “Negative two hours.”

Caster clicked his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head. “You procrastinated again, didn’t you?”

Glancing away, I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat. “Yes… and I knew I was probably gonna miss the deadline… Look, I don’t even know why I chose this art major, okay?” 

I didn’t even want to. Not because I hated art, but because I’d probably fail at it — just like always. 

“You did so because you knew what you wanted,” Caster replied (also, no I didn't Caster; you're wrong). “But now… it seems like you’re wasting it, no offense. However, at least you had your desires in mind. I still don’t, and therefore that puts me at a level lower than you.”

Yeah, of course I was wasting it. Because I wasn’t any good at it, and therefore lost all the passion for it. Where was the reason in wanting to do something if I just messed it up? Exactly. No reason at all.

But of course, I didn’t mention that — because it would be horribly unhelpful — so I just raised a brow and said, "I mean, at least you aren't forcing yourself to go down your family's path. I don't think anyone wants to support the government. Give yourself some credit, man."

And at least he was actually getting straight A's in his law and business course. Saying that wouldn’t help, though, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Very true, but what I do now still doesn't please me.” Caster bit his lip. “I… could try something else, but…”

“Well, if you were to disregard your position in life right now, what would you wanna be?”

Just as I finished speaking, the fancy glass doors to the bar suddenly swung open, and in came three people wearing dark clothing. But they were strolling around casually, so I disregarded it. Why bother with other people's business? I wasn't like Desmond.

"If I could choose anything… a vigilante, I suppose." Caster tapped his chin. "Both of us have super abilities, so is it not best to make the most of them?"

... Even if that was impossible, he still wanted something to do in his life. (It made me realize how I didn't want to do anything at all.)

I sighed, pushing away my irrelevant, personal thoughts. "Okay, I didn't say, 'throw logic out the window,' but… alrighty then. That's not feasible though, and you know why. Or rather, it's not smart. Like, I'm not exposing my hydrokinesis just to do that."

"Firstly, you said, 'disregard your position in life right now,'" Caster argued. "So therefore, my answer is still valid."

"I meant, 'disregard the fact that you're a uni student who doesn't exactly know what he's doing.' Not 'disregard the fact that superpowers" — I lowered my voice, even if nobody could hear — "are supposed to be kept secret.'"

Pushing his long ponytail over his shoulder, Caster sighed. "Well, I've still been pondering the idea. Vigilantes are bound to exist with inefficient police forces plaguing Codex. So there must be some superhumans out there who take matters into their own hands."

"Well, sure, but if they did, they'd get caught. It's kinda easy to expose your abilities when you're battling criminals."

"If you think about it, however, Codex has been dealing with the issue of magic powers since 9050, so perhaps it’s not so — wait, wait, I should take that back…" Caster shook his head. 

"Yeah, not the best point to make. When Codex was dealing with Exelonians… You know, it wasn't pleasant, with prisons and torture and war and all. Adding superhumans — who have an��even wider range of abilities Exelonians— to the mix is only gonna cause more trouble," I replied. "So, to sum it up: the idea of vigilantes is great, but I hate the reality of it."

My friend paused. "I admit, you raise a fair point. But really, don't you think that life is so dull…"

"Ack! Hey, stop! What are you doing?"

The shout came from across the room, forcing me to flinch.

I knew it was bad manners to look away when someone was talking, but what was going on at the front of the bar? 

My eyes widened when my gaze landed on the scene playing out in front of me.

The three people who entered earlier had cleared the way of the dance floor, and the largest one in the trio… was holding Desmond in a chokehold.

What. The. Hell. 

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[seventfics]

hiiii! just wanted to ask you if you have any specific songs you think are on miguels/miles' playlists? (or in miguels likes, lol) youre also welcome to share some songs that make you personally think of them!! i saw a miguel fancam set to amor eterno by juan gabriel and got all choked up </3

hello hi I'm totally normal about miles and miguel's theoretical mixed playlists

I'm rolling in hot with 2 things:

first, i love to imagine that their combined playlist has odd matches, but that it adds variety to the car ride mood. it's got classics like shout by tears for fears, you spin me round (like a record) by dead or alive, another one bites the dust by queen, gimme! gimme! gimme! by abba, and ballroom blitz by sweet. the last one is a self-aware hilarious choice made by miles in referencing miguel himself AND the spider-chase on him. like, for real listen to it and read the lyrics, it's so ATSV chase scene

(miles also feels that miguel has glam rock taste and he's neither wrong nor right, but a secret third thing)

AND also! there's some spanish classics mixed in there! like oye como va by santana, some unexpected rock like muñeco de trapo by oreja de van gogh, and some that are high-energy and ALMOST too dangerous to be driving with, like buleria by david bisbal. miguel&miles scream that one out together with the windows down 🗣️🗣️

(for my own indulgence, they listen to like you by daddy yankee, a forgotten Spanglish classic that they both actually know)

second, miguel's likes are a Disaster beyond saving. man's got 16k songs in there. not even lyla can't salvage that, and she has performed miracles of technology before. "how do you have 16 thousand songs liked? did you hit heart on every song you've ever listened to?? how long do you spend scrolling??" he's got everything from Erik Satie to Taylor Swift to Juan Luis Guerra to elevator music in those likes. they don't make sense

and miguel's only response is like 🧍"i was in my depressed era" (he still is).

miles' contribution with the 'pass the aux cord for the love of god' playlist is the only thing saving miguel's musical taste

anyway, i should be writing huh :)

#reply #miles&miguel #about bad shuffle car ride

[meggtheegg]

Belonging??? 👀👀

OKAY SO this one has been cooking in the back of my mind for a while, but I only just started writing it. It's very much a fic about grief and being haunted by the past, but in a very literal way. The basic idea is that some time travel nonsense happens and brings the Winter Soldier into the present, where a fight happens and modern-day Bucky ends up (seemingly?) dead. But in his last moments, out of desperation, he uses the trigger words and tells the Soldier to protect Sam, at all costs. So now, Sam's grappling with the loss of his partner (which also brings back a lot of complicated feelings about Riley that he never worked through) all while this former version of him that's missing just about everything that made him, him, just Will Not Leave Him Alone. And that forces him to confront the grief and trauma that he's never allowed himself to face and to learn how to lean on others for support the way he lets them lean on him.

Here's a snippet:

Their routine had become so natural, by then. Muscle memory. Moving in step without thought. Two pieces of a puzzle that fit together just right. Sam had only had that once before. And then Riley… He still couldn’t think about Riley, for too long.  Steve had come close, but it was never quite the same. They were partners, sure. Friends, absolutely. But they worked independently of one another. Two lines on parallel paths, always on the same page, always in agreement, but never overlapping. Steve never met Sarah or the boys. He never knew about Gideon. He never talked about his own life before the war, unless it concerned Bucky, and in turn, Sam never talked about his. The two of them were much alike, that way. So invested in solving other people’s problems, but determined to steer clear of their own, at any cost. Maybe they were too much alike. A real bond needed to be tested by conflict, every so often. Otherwise, it’d become too sanitized. Impersonal. Steve had been his best friend, but with each passing day since he left, it'd grown more apparent that neither of them ever really knew each other. They worked because of course they did, and they always had each other’s backs because of course they would. But that little, personal element was missing in a way that Sam didn’t notice until suddenly, he had it, and he was 28 again, with Riley’s voice in his ear, teasing that you’ve got to land softer, Wilson. I don't want to be carrying your sorry ass out of here, bridal-style. He plugged his phone into the AUX cord, and when Marvin Gaye came blasting over the truck’s tinny old speakers, he pretended not to notice that Bucky was humming along.

send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, and i will post a little snippet or talk about it

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #wip game

[frogizz]

Sk8 Headcanons: Road Trip Edition!

For this scenario everyone is on a road trip to someplace, maybe camping, maybe a resort, are they in a different country while on this car ride? We don't know, let's get started!

Joe: The one who rented the mini-van for everyone to ride in, bought the snacks, and bought the whole pack of water on the backseat floor. Sitting in the left passenger seat in the middle row of the van.

Cherry: The one who is in the front passenger seat and is napping the entire way there, until someone rudely wakes him up (most likely Joe or Miya). He's also probably hogging the aux-cord

Adam and Tadashi: They're in a limo, Tadashi is driving the limo and Adam is obviously in the back vibing the entire way there.

Shadow: He is the one driving the mini-van, is highly considering Joe switches out with him because he's tired of whatever card game is going on in the back row of seats.

Reki: He's brought the uno cards and is playing with Langa in the right passenger seat in the back row, totally not hogging most of the snacks back there and humming songs with Langa while playing.

Langa: He's in the left passenger seat in the back row and is eating the snacks and playing uno with Reki.

Miya: He's either listening to music, looking out the window or playing on his Nintendo Switch to pass the time. If his phone or switch dies, he'll just take a little cat nap until they get to their destination.

#sk8 headcanons #skate the infinity #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity headcanons #sk8 the infinity headcanons #sk8 #anime #anime headcanons #headcanons #hc #adam sk8 #Shindo Ainosuke #Ainosuke Shindo #tadashi kikuchi #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #joe sk8 #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #shadow sk8 #miya chinen

[kimsohn]

i don't know if you've already done one, but can you do a moot game with your moots as roadtrip roles?? like who's driving, who has the aux cord, brought the snacks, sleeps the whole way, etc. thank you!

omg this is my first moot game haha, clearly i haven't done of these before but i'll try my best!

@seung-scrittore leo is definitely the one that has the aux cord! they're always posting about music and i think they have a great music taste and a passion for exploring music, i'd definitely trust them with the aux 💖

@tbzloonar although xan is a little bit crazy (i'm being nice here) i feel like i would definitely trust him to drive. i feel like he's talkative but not too much (because they're driving, but also because this reflects their personality irl) and i feel like they'd be confident enough to know where they're going. they probably also have the gps going 24/7; he's probably super afraid of getting lost haha (and also because i see him as the dad of any group).

@jangwonie i feel like fae would definitely be a cuddler! maybe a little bit quiet on her phone, popping in at times throughout the conversation whenever she feels its necessary to, i feel like she'd always have her head on the shoulder of the person next to her or an arm around theirs. sometimes it's just for comfort, other times its for a comfortable sleeping position 😊

@sungie drew is literally one of the funniest people i've met on this app. it doesn't matter who starts conversations, but i feel like drew is definitely the one to keep them going. their laughs would definitely be a highlight of the car ride and they'd definitely be the whole mood maker of the group.

@gfksn i feel like mel would definitely be the mom of the group, even if it isn't always prominent. which is why i would trust him to always bring food! making sure everyone is fed is a key mom thing, but also food is very important in general and i feel like mel would be a snacker.

@seolves would definitely stop the car to take pictures. doesn't necessarily have to be of the people, but rather, the scenery and stuff to see itself. i feel like she has such a calming presence and photography is what came to mind at first (i have no idea if you're into photography irl)

i've been trying for the past 20 min to think of someone who is passed out cold the entire time and the answer is me. i have motion sickness and the only way to combat that is sleeping 😭 i really do love scenery and sightseeing but i would rather not be sick 🤗

#ding! #this was so fun omg #i also need more mutuals

[westernbitch]

chapter 6!!!

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up at 6 and changed into boots and jeans. so I went down stairs. "Good Morning sweetheart. How are you feeling?" John passes me a cup of coffee as I sit down. I take a sip. Ew, this sucks. I guess I made a face because John laughed. He walks to the freezer and gets out some ice cream. He scoops a big ball out and plops it in the cup of coffee. I take a sip. "Damn, that's good." He lets me finish. "Can you ride? You don't have to, but I have some horses you can learn on." I smiled. "I was on the rodeo team a while back and I thought I would ride for a few people in Helena. If you don't mind, I would like to ride. I have to go to town first. How far is the walk to the bus?" He laughed and gave a look to Rip who just walked in. "Goodmorning Evelyn, I will take you to town. Evelyn Dutton doesn't ride the bus anymore." I felt heat running to my face. I felt like a dumbass for asking to go to a bus stop. "What is in town," John asks. "I have to find work today. I am assuming wherever I go to school here, I am going to have to change my schedule too. I just need to talk to a school and get a job." John chuckles. "You aren't getting a job. You don't need to work when you are here. I have already set up your schooling. Beth and Rip went to the high school and got it set up. But one thing is for sure, no job. Got it?" I've worked since I was 11. Mom got cancer and I started riding horses and I worked at a diner. "Sir, no I am not trying to make you mad, but I have worked since I was 11. That's how I make money to buy my books. I need them." Rip grinned, "Baby, Mr. Dutton and Beth have more money than you could shake a stick at. If you are going to be my daughter, you're not going to be working for a living. Mr. Dutton and I have to go to a cattle auction, then we will take you to the store." I felt stupid. Was I supposed to know this stuff? Where did Carter get his money? I was going to have to do something to make up for this.

Rip drove quietly. John and him didn't seem like they needed to talk to be content. "Rip, can I play music?" Without saying anything he handed me the AUX cord. I looked at the playlist and picked "Guitar Picker'' by Whiskey Myers. "Listen to the cow bell!" John and Rip both shake their heads and laugh. "OH THIS PART IS MY FAVORITE! holes in my clothes, got holes in my shoes. I got a whole in my heart, that's why I'm singing the blues!" I changed the song quickly, "Famous in a Small Town" by Miranda Lambert bumps from the speakers. I sing without shame. I go through half of my playlist. "Rip, whenever and wherever we drive. She comes. I like her."

We got to the auction. Rip opens my door and I hop out. "Do you know much about cattle? We are here to get 2 good heffers. You can pick them out if you want." I get excited and hug him. I hug John. "Thank you for bringing me." They both hugged me back. I follow John into the large room. He greets everyone and sits down on the front row. I sit between them and we see the first group. "That one!" John writes her number down and makes an impressed face. "Explain to me why we want that one." I grin, "Well, she's young. She has a partner, who has the same attributes. Their back is straighter than any other in the pin. If you pair her with your bull, she will breed like crazy. I have a good feeling about her, but it's okay if you say no. They are gonna be your cattle." They both grinned. "Congratulations Evy, you just got a permanent spot. Rip and I are gonna go put a bid on her." 

#yellowstone #rip wheeler #john dutton #dutton family

[springbons]

YOU LITERALLY TAGGED ME AND I MISSED THE ASK QUESTION THING LOL.

Here ya go :)

For CY:

Halloween, Paranormal Activity, Orphan, Texas Chain Saw Massacre

gonna bullshit the other 3

PP:

Black Christmas

CC:

Misery

And DiTD:

Scream

(Man I don't know ANY of these other than CY)

Oh Goodie! These are all amazing. Let's see! [CY] -Halloween Riktor LOVES Halloween! Not only is it Noah's birthday, which is already a great time, he gets to do all sorts of freaky magic in the one day the bridge between worlds is so Short! Derringer likes Free Candy. (He stole from the bowl for kids.) Kurt appreciates Day of the Dead because he essentially becomes a celebrity; an actual Skeleton. Tarrel has no idea what it is but he's willing to learn! Vyra never passes up a good chance to dress-up. Moira does whatever the people she's with do.

-Paranormal Activity Riktor... Obviously. Derringer IS one more or less. Kurt is Literally undead Tarrel has no choice but to believe what he sees. Moira would have rathered not to find out, personally. They freak her out. No-one else of note.

-Orphan Riktor often dreamt his late mother would emerge from the depths of the water to take his soul, for whatever reason. Possibly guilt that he'd never found her body. Derringer cannot feel fear, but he used Riktor's fear against him once. Kurt's biggest fear when he was first made was that he wouldn't have any friends. The fact he only Really Clicked with One, lost them, and then spent something around 8000 years looking for them... Didn't go well mentally. Tarrel was afraid of the dark, like any normal child... He hates it even more now, knowing what monsters lie within it, but when you're a Roman you live in Rome... No-one else of note. (Vyra doesn't wish to speak about this.)

-Texas Chain Saw Massacre Obviously the whole crew is in a carpool, sooo! Riktor likes Driving, but he'd MUCH rather be the map. Noah gets the wheel, probably. Moira's the most responsible so she's in charge of snacks... And in charge of keeping Jackson, Sparrow and Kurt away from the bag of snacks. NOBODY is trusted with the aux cord. That is a turn-based system until they weed out who's going to blast earrape and shitty techno music the whole ride. Tarrel's asleep the whole ride unless something breaks down. He's like a Trunk Monkey, only comes up if you need him. That's how he likes it, nicer to sleep than to watch the chaos.

[PP] -Black Christmas He has nobody left to call him. The call is not for him, he shall not pick up. [CC] -Misery Samson's had many run-ins with freezing weather, even having to work in such conditions given his status as just a peasant in the working colonies. He wouldn't understand the concept of Winter Fun, but if you taught him he'd have alot of fun with it. The Tourist likes nothing more than sitting in warm lighting, enjoying a warm cup of something brown. Tea, coffee, cocoa, he really doesn't care. The Doctor's too insane to do anything but run more experiments. No rest for the wicked! The Rider has no sense for such childish games, they have more important matters to attend to. M23 is a robot... It can handle cold weather though! It'd probably just do home maintenance to keep itself busy. [DiTD] -Scream Henry loves anything Sci-Fi or Supernatural. He loves the idea of there being more to this world than what he can see on the surface. So, Andromeda doesn't really watch movies buuut he'd watch anything Gabe put on... Partly because he doesn't really have a choice, but mostly because he just enjoys her company. Chohko can't see, but she loves audiobooks, anything that can get chills sent up her spine. They usually just make her hungry though.

[lord-radish]

I don't talk about this openly because it's a touchy subject, but I've really gotta get out of the drinking game. I've got issues with alcohol, and I've had these issues for years at this point, but I can't seem to escape it due to both mental problems and general proximity.

Like I have a friend who frequents a bar next door to where I live. I'll be passing through as a shortcut and say hello, and he'll like. repeatedly prompt me to get a beer. Like genuinely badger me until I give in and have a beer with him. Same thing on Sundays, he pushes me to drink repeatedly even if I clearly and repeatedly state that I don't want a beer. My family is full of alcoholics, and being drunk lets me be more social with them, so when I see family I can't escape it.

But I'm also really insecure and have a lot of trouble being around people when I'm sober, and alcohol loosens me up. It helps to be around other people and to get on their level when I get drunk, when my sober self is clearly running at a diminished capacity on that front. I stutter, I don't have timely comebacks and it's hard to maintain conversation. I was bullied for years and have reduced social skills because of that.

But I'm at a point where I have to stop. I drank two bottles of bourbon this weekend. It was a fun time and a good weekend, but it makes me feel so sick for days and I get caught in this loop of binge-drinking that eats up all my time and money. It's having an effect on my physical and mental health too, and I'm just flat-out less productive when I'm drunk and subsequently hungover. I feel sick all the time. I want to get out of this.

I vent a lot about my former best friend - and that's a situation where I acted extremely shittily, but the hatred for that guy is just sort of in me now. There was a point right at the end of our friendship where I had just been sober for three and a half months due to a health issue, and due to an ongoing mental health episode and a growing sense of isolation and detachment from my friends, I gave in and began drinking again.

In that moment I needed alcohol. It was a bad choice but it was a dark, dark time. But in hindsight, one of the most disturbing parts was the morning after. I felt fantastic, I was full of energy, and I gladly left the house after breaking my sobriety and went to hang out with my former best friend. We'd been growing apart because while I was sober, I began to notice how uncomfortable and hypervigilant of myself I was around him, and that led to avoidance and a few tense moments between us - but hungover and rushing on endorphins, I went to hang out with him.

And he told me that I seemed "like myself" again.

I've thought about this, and one reason I began binge-drinking the way I do was to pacify myself and be more pliable to my surroundings, where everyone else is calling the shots and I'm just along for the ride. A lot of that came back to my former best friend - he always took the passenger seat when we went driving with friends, he always had the aux cord, it was always about him. The decision to binge-drink to cope with my negative emotions was a personal decision that I made, and the negativity encompassed more than just our friendship, but I was having a prolonged negative experience with my best friend of the time, and that didn't help.

The disturbing part, in hindsight, is that alcohol abuse made me more agreeable. When I stopped drinking, things got tense between us. When I began drinking again, I was "like myself" again. Granted, I was happier after a mental health crisis and a growing sense of agitation and dissatisfaction. But I was wallpapering over my unhappiness and dissatisfaction with that friend by binge-drinking, and maybe that tenseness was justified considering how hard our friendship imploded just two months later.

Now I have a job and my own place to live. My personal issues are more general than they used to be - I was living in an actively hostile environment, and I was friends with someone who made me feel like I was always walking a tightrope. I have my own space, and I've made new friends - one of which actively drives me to drink when I don't actually want to, but things are just outright better, warts and all.

But it all comes back to alcohol. I'm not drinking as hard as I was during the pandemic - that's what gave me the health problem that I went sober for - but I am drinking a LOT. I drank two bottles of bourbon this weekend. I'm taking the day off work and losing money because I just need one day to myself to sort my shit out. Alcohol is ruining my life. It helps with my social issues, but it is ruining my life in so many other ways. And I'm not going to mention just how deep this all goes, but it's bad.

I don't really know what to do. I can't just announce it publically, because I'm almost certainly going to backslide on it at some point. I think quitting drinking is going to alienate me from some of my current friends, and I genuinely like them. Even the guy who badgers me to drink is a good guy who's treated me very well in the aftermath of losing my previous friends. I like spending time with him. But the writing is very clearly on the wall; I need to stop.

The issue is support. My entire world is built on the back of alcohol. My family and friends are both strong links to alcohol. I was seeing a counsellor for a long time who didn't think I needed to quit, I just needed to learn to moderate - that's been out of the question for years, I know what this is. I had another one before her who made me feel really judged for my issues with alcohol. And I've had very intense codependent internet friendships before that I don't want to even risk slipping back into, so this isn't a cry for help in the sense that I'm looking for a sober buddy on Tumblr to try and help me. I'm not putting any of you through that. I'm not.

Mostly this is just me getting my thoughts in order and expressing myself. It helped to get this all off my chest. I don't know where to go from here, but talking about it was a big first step. Like just as a disclaimer, I'm going to be fine going forward and I feel a lot better having spoken about this, so don't feel too concerned or alarmed - in the immediate sense, removed from the broader issues I discussed in this post, I'm fine. But yeah I just really needed to talk about my issues with alcohol, because my continued alcohol abuse is really bad for me in a lot of ways and it's really hard to take any sort of first step y'know. Hoping I can leverage this post into something more productive for the long term. Sorry for trauma-dumping on main.

#tw: alcohol #tw: alcohol abuse #messyposting #there's a fantastic monologue by craig ferguson in the wake of britney spears' breakdown where he discusses why he isn't going to joke abtit #goes into his own sordid past as an alcoholic #emphasises that he doesn't know whether britney spears is an alcoholic or not and doesn't intent to assume or judge #but discusses his alcoholism because seeing her at her lowest reminded him a lot of him at his lowest #there are two big rhetorical points that I think were incredibly effective in that monologue #the first one: the alcohol saved his life. i won't mention *how* but he mentions a specific scenario and his discusses self medication #there was something wrong that was going untreated. he was an alcoholic. he needed alcohol #in getting help he was able to kick it and become a healthier person in the long run #the second point: you can't beat this with money. if you could? rich people wouldn't die from it. #an example he gives is anna nicole smith who'd died not too long ago at the time. six month old baby left without a mother #this was before amy winehouse but that was another one. you can't beat substance abuse with money #there's something seriously wrong here and idk how to fix it. but I *need* to stop drinking. i need to #and I'm going to try

[hexfloog]

4, 8, 6, 9

Did you really want to know the answers to these or--

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

My OC, Edward. I can never seem to draw him the same way twice.

Furthermore, since I'm primarily a fanartist, my usual modus operandi is to mostly emulate the style of the source material. There's no style to emulate with something that is entirely my own, so drawing him-- and any other of my fandomless OCs-- always (and automatically) makes the road to a finished piece a lot longer than any fanwork.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

I don't really lose interest in projects? Motivation, yes, but I have some reaalllyy old projects still sitting in my WIP folder because I always think that one day... one day I will return to them t.t

I guess if I had to pick anything, it would be these Zoids-themed coasters I started back in 2020. I don't have any pictures, sadly. They're themed after an Alesaurer shirt I had made the same year and I intended to make 25 or so to accompany some custom-etched pint glasses to sell as a drinking bundle.

Well, I had already printed the coasters (the cheap cardboard kind you can customize and buy for weddings), ordered/applied a sticker to the back to make it "double-sided," waterproofed the entire coaster with Mod Podge sealer, and had moved on to the final stage of sealing the tops with resin, when... idk, I got discouraged or something. If you know anything about resin pouring maybe you'll know trying to control teeny-tiny pours on an inadequate surface is foolish. I had very little room for error and I could never get the pours to be even (which is... kind of important on a coaster) and just gave up after only a handful.

Maybe it wasn't a complete waste though. Incidentally, I use the very first "test" coaster regularly for any drinks I sip on while working at the computer:

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Kinda ties in with my answer for #4! Emulating styles on the regular is a two-way street and I am inevitably influenced by the things I imitate.

The most prominent silent influences for the visual aspect of my art I can think of are all from my childhood (and by that, I mean anything pre-uni). Yu-Gi-Oh, Zoids, Detco, etc. I know Invader Zim influenced the way I handle lineart.

Music is constantly influencing me, too, but that's significantly more difficult to read from the viewer's perspective. My taste in music tends to be aggressive (not all of it, but most of it), on the wavelength of "if you pass the AUX cord to me I will give it right back," and I don't really doubt that the sound and lyrical content feeds into the thematic flavors I try to portray in any of my work.

9. What are your file name conventions

MASTER.psd/.pdf -> working doc

final.png -> finished image

final-tr.png -> finished image w/transparency (if applicable)

final-tr1000 -> finished image w/transparency (if applicable), 1000px across*

final-tr1000-bw -> finished image w/transparency (if applicable), 1000px across, in grayscale

final-tr1000-bw-watermark -> finished image w/transparency (if applicable), 1000px across, in grayscale, with watermarking

etc.

*This was necessary for my garbage internet to cope. It could barely handle uploading anything at 1000px, let alone anything bigger

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Ask me weirdly specific artist questions!

#ask #shsl-box-worshipper #ask game #queue