#i shall look them up on youtube Instead

[albi-mander]

I am going to get so much bowser fanart from this

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hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke. 

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him. 

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face. 

And he flinched. 

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move. 

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business. 

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love. 

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become. 

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion. 

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately. 

Then he heard your words. 

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry. 

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again. 

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely. 

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Yandere! Vault Dweller

N: I just finished the Fallout show, went on YouTube and fell down a rabbit hole of lore about the game. I decided Vault 11 shall be sacrificed (hehe). Everything I put in this fic is from the videos I've watched and the fan wiki, so it's like semi-accurate… Cw: talks about suicide, suicide (not the reader), violence, yandere tendencies, gore(?), death, manipulation, coercion, talks of death, should be gn! reader safe.... if not, put me in the chamber WC: 2.2k

Quiet. It was quiet. The silence is deafening, yet the ringing in your ear grows louder and louder, each second feeling as if eons had passed. The automated computer voice repeats in your head like a catchy song you’ll hear on those dusty records, the ones Mama used to play and dance to.

“Congratulations, citizens of Vault 11! You have made the decision not to sacrifice one of your own. You can walk with your head held high, knowing that your commitment to human life is a shining example to us all. And to make that feeling of pride even sweeter, I have some exciting news. Despite what you were led to believe, the population of Vault 11 is not going to be exterminated for its disobedience. Instead, the mechanism to open the main vault door has now been enabled, and you can come and go at your leisure. But not so fast! Be sure to check with your overseer to find out if it's safe to leave. Here at Vault-Tec, your safety is our number one priority.”

You were young when your parents escaped the bombs to the vault you're situated in right now; you grew up believing that damned computer about sacrifices and watched your fellow vault mates get killed one by one. You waited for the time it would be you in that same chamber. Now, with this information surfaced…they died for what? An experiment? What would have happened if you had been voted overseer…

The lump in your throat grows heavier, and the arguments and yelling in the background become more and more apparent that you can't ignore them anymore. Your eyes drift to the man standing tall and proud beside you, Charli, his hair still somehow slick back; he still looks perfect even after the maddening chaos of events that transpired these past few days. His blue jumpsuit was as crisp as an ironed suit that the actors would wear from the moving pictures on television before the vault. His expression is as vacant as his blue eyes, his soft lips decorated with a barely visible smile. As he watches the other three vault survivors argue, Your brows furrow. 

Why isn’t he affected by the news like everyone else? This information is soul-crushing and life-changing!

Then again, you reason with yourself that maybe this is his way of coping; who are you to judge and microanalysis him like some psycho? Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep or the sense of safety ripped out of your hand like candy stolen from a baby. Heavens, you might nearly flip your lid entirely if something else happens. You sigh. To believe you almost were insinuating that Charli would even be a drop suspicious, and of what, exactly? He saved and shielded you from the massacre that only left the five of you remaining; he was your childhood best friend..how could you? You reprimand yourself.

His eyes finally meet yours, and the sympathy and worry you sought appeared when the blonde saw how distressed you were. “Are you alright?” his soft voice fills your head–drowning out the talks of whether the group should commit suicide in honour of your dead vault men or venture into the outside world to educate others on how your vault was misled. You were somewhat dissociated from the whole conversation. Reasonably so.

His hands, soft yet calloused, turn your head side to side to check for any visible injuries he might’ve missed, which he shouldn’t have—knitted eyebrows and razor-sharp eyes search frantically for anything. 

Charles or… As you’ll call him later in your relationship, Charlie, has always been like this. When you met him, he was a reserved kid, a trait that would carry on from his pubescent to adolescent years. 

When other kids grew out of their shyness and worrisome attitude and eventually adapted to the vault, he was pushed aside. Well, that wouldn’t be the only reason. His father was the first overseer of Vault 11, the same overseer who thought the best course of action was not to tell the vault residents about the sacrificial system they were now to live with. That same choice he made was the reason for his death, and he was the first to test the new system. He wasn’t a good man. He was greedy, a neglectful father and husband, and so on. A family now ruined by one man’s ill-considered decision; Charles's mom wasn’t much better, the textbook definition of a hypocrite. Bad-mouthing her dead husband, the same one she defended when said husband would push his son away.

Most would fear having no one at the end of the world, but it became Charles's life; while everyone adapted to vault life, Charles adapted to the misfortune of the consequences of his old man’s actions. You decided one day to talk to him while others stood clear. It was a simple conversation; others would just brush it off…which he did initially. But after that day, you would constantly seek him out, and with that, you wore a genuine smile and interest every time you talked to him. His walls crumbled into dust for you and only you. You were like a shooting star he wished for. His reputation grew because of you and, with that, his feelings for you sored. You became his way of life. In his teen years, he decided to become the best match for you– He would participate in every extracurricular activity the vault would provide to make him an unstoppable force of a man. The perfect golden boy was made..for you.

He had the “perfect body,” perfect sperm count, unmatched intelligence, and charisma—he perfected them (even if you were the only one he talked to for long periods)—strength, agility, endurance—all of it. He will be everything you need and more. With that, he made sure no one would vote you as overseer…

He was so soft on you that it would rival feathers. Do you need help lifting that? He's already there. Do you need help with your pre-war history? He’ll just sit you down and study with you for hours. Are you bleeding from an accidental cut? Don’t worry he just finished his first aid training. He already had a plan for you both for everything that would happen.

Everything

“I’m fine…” You grab both of his hands gently. “...Well, not fine, fine, but I'm not hurt.” You smile weakly up at him. “It’s okay. You and I will get through this,” He coos, pushing strands of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. His touch is warm and tender, yet the words you hear next aren’t.

“Fuck..I..I can’t do this I’m sorry.” A man, short in stature, starts backing away, gun in hand, clearly distressed. Your eyes move away from Charli’s to your fellow survivor; unknowingly to you, Charli rolls his eyes at the man's “dramatics.”  “We don’t deserve to leave...That thing called us a shiny example..f..f.fucked! Thats fucked! I..I can’t live with that!” Another man says, “Anyone would’ve done what we did.” A woman comments, “You ask me? That's exactly the problem. Now, let’s get on with this.”

“Wait,” you say, stunned, as if he had predicted this would happen. Charles moves his hands to cover your eyes. The short man is first, putting his gun on the roof of his mouth and pulling the trigger, not sparing any more time; the woman is next, the second gunshot. Then, with a sigh and short prayer, the last man repeats the action done by the others. Each lifeless body hits the floor one by one, and then there is silence.

What the hell.

You try to understand the situation, but your brain has yet to catch up…it’s all too much. Charli whispers calming phrases while he shields your eyes with one hand and rubs patterns along your back with the other. Tears start rolling down your face…and you sob. Hard. His hand moves to pet your hair, soothing you while you let it all out of your system.

He moves his body to shield you from the gruesome events that have just taken place; he moves both of his hands and cradles your face. You try looking behind him out of curiosity, but he stops you before you can.”Hey! Look at me with those gorgeous eyes,” He mummers, and of course, you comply. “There we go. You listen to me so well,” he whispers lovingly. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll both go back to my vault room. I have enough supplies for the both of us to survive outside for a while, okay?” He asks you, and you nod, agreeing to whatever he says. 

“I need to hear you say it..” 

“…yes, of course, whatever you think is best.” He smiles at you, thumb caressing your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?” He takes your hand and leads you through the halls. It's quiet… you don't like it. Your eyes are trained on his back, Charli…he’s your lifebuoy in the angry sea, the only thing keeping you afloat; if it wasn’t for him…you might’ve met your end with the others. As if sensing your inner turmoil, he squeezes your hand, comforting you…and you squeeze back. Your world just fell apart, yet…it doesn’t seem entirely gone with Charli by your side. 

It's only a short time till you reach his vault. You’ve been here so many times it's basically your room by now. The tall blonde turns to look at you. “I’m going to let you go, just for a second, okay..? I just need to get the supplies.” He holds your one hand with both of his– you reply with a soft okay, and with your permission, he starts to move. He moves towards his small desk to grab a small, flat-headed screwdriver, walks to a particular spot, and pops the floor title beneath him, revealing a hidden compartment. It's filled with two modular military backpacks, filled to the bream with necessities for outside the vault.

He was prepared for all of this…

Then he starts talking about what he has in mind for the two of you, settling on the surface of living together and everything. Charles gets lost when talking to you; he can speak his mind about almost anything, and rambling is second nature with you. The hermit turned a social butterfly in your presence.

“You know that computer may have been our downfall, but god did bless me with more information than I could handle…good thing, huh, glad I went through all that code…Vault-tec tried to make it secure, but I found a way...We could go somewhere called New Vegas…” He keeps talking. 

But you stand there, still, as a statue, looking down at him as he gathers everything…What did he just say? 

You think back to the start when killing between the blocs started..he was right there, ready to protect you, when you and the other surviving tested out if the chamber would kill all of you…he almost seemed to be too assured nothing bad would happen to any of you, almost like…no…no. You’re overthinking, right? But the more you listen…

“You knew…” you shakingly exclaim out loud, cutting him off. “Hmm?” He looks up at you as he puts the tile back…” You knew we didn’t need sacrifices…you knew it would play out like this…” you say louder and more confidently. Those once-homey blue eyes become cold and distant… analyzing you.  

You both stare at each other.

You turn and run.

 But your efforts are in vain; you don’t even leave the room before two muscular arms wrap around behind you, overtaking you, holding your arms down around your waist, dragging you back. You scream and kick with no success. You end up with his arms around you while he sits down, his back against the wall, and you in front of him with his head in your neck while you let it all out. “When?” you croak out, “When we were fifteen, I didn’t want you to become overseer…I didn’t want you to die..so I wondered if it was the computer that sent signals to kill whoever was sent in that chamber and wondered if I could stop it from killing you specifically; that's when I found out .” He answers swiftly and truthfully, “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” You question, “I didn’t care, honestly, the only thing that matters is you…If everyone died in the process, it would be less work for me…I wanted it to be us from the beginning, anyway. I want you to need me as much as I need you…and now you finally do.”  

You feel weak and sick to your stomach… All your peers would’ve ended up dead either way. “I want to leave.” he hums, not mocking you but in acknowledgment. “And do what? You don’t know how to defend yourself; you have no supplies prepared, barely any survival instincts, and you don’t even know any information on the surface above. You can leave, but you’ll die…I can’t let that happen, sorry.” Charles buries himself more into you. 

“I hate you,” You whisper.

“That’s okay…all that matters is that you're here…with me and only me… I’ll keep you safe and sound.”

N: This was a long one, whew! I had to think about how I could make a Yandere fic with Fallout, and I had tons of concepts, but this one stood out the most. I hope my execution was good enough....Anyway, my next fic will most likely be a jealous fic about my Yandere lord, so stay tuned! Till then! see you soon my little guppies (´꒳`)♡ extra note: Throughout writing this, I thought "My Way of Life by Frank Sinatra" would fit Charli perfectly.

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

update on the good omens grieving process

Hello hi yes maggots your mascot sacrificial goat here, none of your ominous bloody warnings prepared me for this. On the advice of one of you I took a break from tumblr today so I thought ah, yes, I shall not think about Good Omens during this time. Hahahaha bet. This is a long post, about a series of disturbing good omens moments that haunted me anyway. Proceed with caution.

It was nine hours away, out of which I slept through four.

During the first nap, it became clear how tumblr brainwashed me. You'll never guess what I dreamed of. If you said Good Omens the answer is no.

I dreamed that someone on the television was reading out an audiobook of a nature arts and crafts book I had as a kid. And there were six pages dedicated to praising Neil Gaiman.

So then in the dream I wrote a tumblr post about it saying, "I thought y'all were kidding about the whole Neil being in our falafel thing but goddamn he really is everywhere".

Then, still in the dream, I remembered I wasn't supposed to be on tumblr, so I tried to delete the Neil Gaiman falafel post. Instead tumblr fucking glitched and set the post to 'lo-fi mode'. I kept trying to delete it.

At this point my screen was covered with pop-ups of tumblr yelling at me and a goddamn timer counting down from 41,000 minutes. Tumblr informed me that their 'delete post' function is actually run by BitCoin.

Currently due to their skeleton staff and the fact that this hellsite is held together with washi-tape and queer trauma, they were having negotiations with BitCoin and so I could not delete my post. I tried again anyway and the entire site hung. Then I woke up. This is some @one-time-i-dreamt shit.

The only social interactions I had were with the two irl good omens fans I know, whom I informed that I had finished Good Omens.

One of them sent me an audio clip of him screeching about trauma and six months and children of divorce at the top of his voice.

The other one texted ASMIIII YOU'RE A CHILD OF DIVORCE HOW ARE YOU COPING WITH THE PAIN. Two hours into my tumblr break I was already facing withdrawal and I wanted to sob that's what the maggots call me but that would have led to them saying BECAUSE THAT'S YOUR FUCKING NAME and I didn't wanna descend there yet.

I then went on Amazon and tracked my good omens book package like a creep. I then went on the US Amazon to cry over all the Good Omens merch that I cannot buy and isn't available here.

I then went on Pinterest to look at Good Omens tumblr screenshots. It was all going well until I found a stupid fucking post that said the duration of the song playing in the Bentley during the final fifteen and the duration of the kiss are the same. So he was replaying the kiss in his head before stopping the music.

Naturally, this then made me cry over Crowley. Painfully.

I looked up Good Omens ambiences on Youtube and cleaned a whole half of my desk while an Aziraphale's bookshop ambience played with rain and shit and when the lockdown audio came I smiled again.

And now here I am. Back. In pain.

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🔞Eating Out HC's | Sidemen

Ethan: ~no comment~

Harry: -Wants you sat on his face  -Would grip your thighs HARD whilst you ride his tongue, involuntarily leaving little fingertip-shaped bruises on your flesh -Loves the feeling of his head between your thighs too, just squeezing and giving him that light headed euphoria -Looking down you'd just see his eyes closed n him completely blissed out, all too happy to have your pussy against his mouth

JJ: -Has you lying down whilst he goes between your thighs -Loves the feeling of you threading your hands between his dreads and pulling them whilst he works -Always edges you, stopping right before you cum, so that he can fuck you and make you cum instead -leaves a fuck-tonne of hickeys against your thighs as a reminder for the next day

Josh -Back arching from the mattress as your legs are suspended on his shoulders, got yours quads cramping up when you're coming -deffo has a long ass tongue, so he's hitting spots you haven't felt hit in your LIFE when he goes down -Beard keeps your thighs BURNING the day after, when each step has your thighs rubbing and irritating that burn between your thighs - a mere reminder of Josh's presence there the day prior

Simon ~no comment~

Vik ~No~

Tobi: -Wears rings on his fingers which are always cold against your thighs as he has his hands on your legs, spreading them whilst he works -I feel like he'd try do it somewhere different every time- like, the bedroom is for sex but foreplay? He'd eat you out bent over the table, whilst you're on the sofa, one time even whilst you were at your desk tryna work -Would test you, see how many rounds you can go and how little time you'd need to recover before he can go back in -Mf would be so big on praise every time you finished, telling you how well you did

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it's lowkey kinda crazy how short this list is, considering it feels wrong to write ab Simon, Vik n Ethan (given they're married/have a kiddo) and this is pretty much for sure the last oneshot imma post ab Josh considering he's j gotten engaged (CONGRATS BBG!!!)

But either ways, i kinda like this concept a lot... Who shall I write it for next?:

when the poll is ended n decided, i'll post the next one! >:)

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[saraakpotter]

Peter Parker being a simp for y\c\n for 4 mins

based on the request: "can you do Peter Parker (tom holland) being a simp for y/c/n?" in this one y\c\n is a 17 year old who is Natasha s daughter and is also an avenger who goes to the same school Peter dose. plus i added some scenes to the movies. i hope this is how you imagined it.

y\n, Anthony, Sebastian and Tom (Holland) are having an interview. the interview was going in characters future.

"so, what do you think the mcu has for your characters future?" the interviewer asked looking at his notes

"i dont know about 'falcon' but im pretty sure y\c\n and spider man will end up together!" Anthony answered making Tom blush

"i totally agree!" Sebastian said

"what the.... where did you get that idea from?" y\n said with a raised eyebrow

"oh come on y\n you are better than that! havent you noticed? Peter keeps simping for y\c\n the whole movie!" Anthony answered

"what! no he dosent"

"yes he dose." Sebastian answered

"i will send you prof!" Anthony replied slyly

later that night, y\n, went home thinking about the interview. she changed to a more comfortable cloth, jumped on her bed and opened her phone while clicking on the MCU group chat. it was a group they made after the avengers to communicate more and add more people by time.

as expected, Anthony, sent a youtube video with the title: "Peter Parker being a simp for y\c\n for 4 mins"

y\n quickly checked others massages in the group before clicking:

Scarlet said: this is definitely true!

RDJ said: flirting with widows daughter? not the best idea!

Chris Evans said: as much as cute this was i have to agree with Rob here!

Tom Hiddelston said: are we watching MCUs next cutest couple here?

Chris Hemsworth replied: im pretty sure we are Tom!

before reading other massages y\n clicked on the video.

the video started with a cute intro and then the title: Peter Parker simping for y\c\n for 4 mins duh

then there was a picture of Peter Parker looking at y\c\n with heart eyes which made y\n laugh.

the video started: the first video was for 'avengers infinity war' where Tony, y\c\n, Strange and Peter in Titan and just finished the miss understanding with the guardians.

 Peter Quill let go of spiderman, Tony threatened Drax and y\c\n nearly beat the shit out of Mantiss and rocket when they tried to stop Tony.

"ok so im happy to know we are on the same side" Peter quill said with a soft cough

"yeah well couldnt you figure that sooner?" y\c\n exclaimed angrily

"wha....you beat the shit out of me what are YOU mad about?" rocket said

"well i ruined my hair in the process! we could have skipped that!" y\c\n said angrier

"your hair looks good either way!" Peter Parker told her with a smile making her smile to

the next video was for 'avengers infinity war' again, just a bit earlier in the scene where y\c\n, Tony and strange where fighting the aliens Thanos sent.

y\c\n just finished beating and literal alien army and looked at where Tony was you didnt see him. instead you saw Peter talking to Wong and not noticing y\c\n. but when he dose he suddenly stops the conversation and goes to the new alien army and kills most of them.

"what do you think y\c\n? pretty cool right?" he says walking to her

"hmmmm... not bad for a 15 year old!" you teased

" im 16 and you are only a year older than me!" he said

"relax! its just my Romanoff urge to teas! lets take this one down together shall we?" y\c\n said pointing at the new army with head

"ok then!" Peter said trying to hide his happines

the next video was for 'captain America: civil war'

it was the scene in the airport, y\c\n, was in team ironman and Peter still wasnt there but they all knew he was hiding somewhere

"ok Pete! you can come out know!" y\c\n shouted with a smirk preparing herself and her weapons. Steve who seemed to notice they are more prepared than they thought throw his shield at her weapon but before it hit her Peter jumped in and caught the shield with his spider power.

"no, no, no! we dont throw a shield at a Beautiful and smart girl like our y\c\n here do we?" he said making Tony chuckle, Nat raise an eyebrow and and you look at him.

the next video was for 'spiderman homecoming'

it was the first parts of the movie when Ned and Peter where having lunch and y\c\n approached them.

"hey guys! can i sit?" y\c\n asked

"ye...yes...yes of course!" Peter answered almost Immediately

"great! i would sit anyway" y\c\n said making the three of them laugh

"so, y\c\n!" Ned started "whats your favorite movie?"

"well i dont really watch movies, nor have time for them but if im going to say one i would go with.......star wars!"

"STAR WARS" Peter asked happily

"yeah you like it to?" y\c\n asked

"we LOVE it!" Ned answered high fiving Peter.

the video paused with a little two days later. Peter approached y\c\n, who was at her locker with a box in his hands.

"ummm...he......hey y\c\n!" he said

"oh, hi Pete!" y\c\n looked at him

"this is for you." he gave the box to her. she looked at the box and saw a built star wars lego.

"oh my god Peter this is great! did you made it?" she asked

"yes, this one is my favorite so i thought you would like it to." he answered

"i love it, thank you!"

the next video was for the first movie and the scene in Mays car

"we should go back, this dosent feels right!" Peter said

"oh come on Peter it would be just fine! you got this." May told him

"yeah but...."

"plus y\c\n is going to be there!" Ned said

"wha....you know what aunt May? i think you are right, i got this!" he said opening the cars door.

before the next video can be played you went out and went to the chat and typed: ok, i see it now! earning a blush emoji from Tom Holland, some laugh emojis and a 'i told you so' from Anthony.

#peter parker x reader #avengers x reader #mcu cast x reader #x reader #mcu cast #tom holland x reader #the avengers #spider man

[magical-wishies]

To love or not to love, that is the questio-

Ok whoops wrong reference. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I made a MV of the song "Darling Dance" by Kairiki Bear featuring my favourite little tricksters for the occasion!

I'd rather you go straight to Youtube to watch it because Tumblr always finds a way to cut the quality, lol.

Eng subtitles are available too!

Here it is! Hope you enjoy my pride and joy. Basically like a hopeful child but in video format. Reblogs are specially appreciated because Youtube sucks at promoting new channels!

This also acts as a behind-the-scenes post, so let's get straight into that, shall we?

MV Project 1 "Darling Dance"

Illustration time: 37 hours

Editing time: Approx. 30-35 hours

Total: 70 hours

*Cough* Holy freakin' moly does making an MV take so long. Before you roll off your bed, I'll say that part of the reason making the art took so long was because I have trouble drawing Marx consistently.

Here's some unused assets! Look at them, they're all salty over not making the cut.

In all seriousness though, a lot of times I don't really see a lot of editors/ MV makers getting appreciation for their efforts. And now that I've personally experienced making an MV for the first time, it's also increased my admiration to the people who dedicate their time to this! All the kudos to them.

Now, I'll go scene by scene then comment along the way! Spoilers ahead!

Verse 1

Pretty good for what it is. In the first image, you see that heart behind Magolor? I discovered the motion of it on complete accident lol. Capcut is hard to figure out..

I also really like the color palette of 2nd image. That art of Marx was the last one I did during production (aka I drew it this morning), and just look at him. He's such a bastard he's the best.

Pre Chorus 1

Mmmm yeah it sure is the pre chorus! I put a bar behind the text in the middle because I didn't want people to stare into their soulless eyes for too long. That probably worked!

1st Chorus

When I first added in the expression change, I fangirled over it a little on the first rewatch. Like, come on! They suddenly look mischievous, and the color change on the background! I know I drew it but still!

For the rest, I experimented a little with all the "Nah"s! I think it ended up well. Most of the lyric editing in this MV is completely original, so I had a couple of things to try out!

Verse 2

This song is horrifically outdated because it says Twitter instead of X!! (/sarcasm)

This scene is my second favourite. I'm really proud of the details on the tabs and the editing at the beginning! Wish I could put more images but the app only allows ten. Bummer.

Pre Chorus 2

I think it's cute, and I used it as my pfp on YouTube! That's about it though.. image limit is killing me I can't put anything here :(

Chorus 2

...Not gonna spoil it! I like how I drew them, but there ain't anything notable. Unless you look at the last image I put right before the bridge. :)

Bridge

This is where my editing comes in freakin' clutch. Ooooooh it's so satisfying to look at. Chef's kiss. Also those Marxs (Marxes?) are really cute.

The second part of the bridge is nice as well! I tried to make the lyrics snap to the rhythm. Glad I added that tv effect in the bg too!

Chorus 3

This scene is my favourite! Wanna know why?

This sequence right here. I think I will etch it into my brain forever... I love me some snappy editing. Like a lot. Like a lot a lot!

The second part of the chorus is like the original song's MV! I loved the hearts popping in and out whoever thought of that is a genius. Putting it into the MV was a good decision!

And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy the MV as much as I enjoyed making it. And, stay tuned for next time! I have a feeling a certain jester is getting his own solo MV...

Feel free to leave your thoughts either in the Youtube comments section or here. See you around!

#kirby #magolor #marx kirby #marxolor #blood sweat and a lot of tears were put into this.. #curse me and my need of adding ribbons and pink to everything (/j) #i really do hope you all will like it though! all the best. #Youtube #flashing #cw flashing

[pacifierbby]

Summary - you and mason going to an haunted lunatic asylum. Mason used to only playing football while you were used to watching the creepy haunted videos on YouTube, so you decided that you were going to go to a haunted lunatic asylum and have a feel for you guys self.

Rewind- Grabbing hold of masons hand. "Shall we go upstairs?". Walking towards the bottom of the staircase, hearing two big bangs jumping ever so slightly "um what was that?"

Note- Hello Lovelies, I had to 2 part this series now, I guess, instead of imagine?

Warnings- swearing

HALLOWEEN

《Part 1

Slowly walking up the creeky stairs, making sure that the floor underneath them didn't break. Turning left, opening a door to what seemed to be a little boys' room, teddies stacked up onto each other on the bed lollipops and sweets in between the teddy's legs.

Slowly walking over to what seemed to be a white note picking it up unfolding the piece of paper mason wrapping his hands around me putting his chin on my shoulder "it's seems to be what happened to an investigation team when they came here" looking up at mason then back down at the note reading it to Mason

"we've tried to find out this little boys name but we've had nothing come back from our evp sessions it's like someone or something is holding this little boy back however we've had endless evps of the little boy shouting for his mummy making us sad when we hear it back after the evp sessions has ended however like you read online the team also had an encounter with the little boy.

The team was downstairs in the theater room looking at all the xrays and the other belonging that the nurses and doctors left when they heard a bang coming from upstairs the guys ran towards the stairscase and shined the light ontop of the stairs and their he was just standing there he seemed confused and lost just so much sadness in his eyes. but before the team could even react the boy vanished" finishing reading the note placing it back onto the Teddy bears arms turning around "that's so sad but I'm just wondering if his mummy passed away in this hospital and that's why he's stuck here he's trying to find his mummy?" Giving mason a hug a little bit of tears coming from your eyes mason rubbing it away "that could be true my love" sighing a little looking back around the room shelves been put up with more teddy's placed on the shelves and old music instruments mason giving you a light kiss on your head.

Hearing another massive Lound bang a lot louder and a lot closer than the last one before, "What was that!" Grabbing hold of masons jumper." I don't know, but we should look, " Mason said, letting go of you walking towards the door. When you turned around the corner there inbetween the two other doors stood the little boy the same little boy that people have been talking about online the boy that investigation team was talking about in the note you and mason doing a massive scream grabbing each others hands rushing down the stairs not caring about the floor this time running where the door had the tape on rushing towards the window your nor mason not even bothering to looking back jumping out of the window running to the car mason quickly unlocking it both jumping in "what the fuck" you expressed looking back at the window then back at mason.

Mason stiff with his hands on the wheel "we should get out of here" mason quickly said turning the engine on the car roared making the journey back home. Getting outside of the car grabbing the bag from the backseat walking towards Mason who was unlocking the front door once you both sat in your livingroom instantly cuddling up together netheir of you not knowing what to say to each other. Leaning over to grab the TV remote putting on Netflix Clicking on another unsolved murder documentary "did we actually see that" mason expressed making you jump "we sure did" you nor mason not even talking about what happened at the asylum both of you settled on your couch.

#imagines #football imagine #mason mount fanfic #imagine #mason mount imagines #masonmounty/n #mason mount #masonmountoneshots #football imagines #football fanfic #manchester united #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot #mason mount x reader fanfic #mason mount x oc #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount y/n #mason mount y/n fanfic

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Image ID: Two glitter texts, reading as "NIGHTMARE FACTORY – DEVLOG 0". End image ID.

Hi, I'm Garça Visconde Mirigis, and I'm VERY happy to announce that this post you're reading is the first devlog ever for my nightmare game, a 3D platformer parody of mascot horror genre! And yes, nightmare, not dream game, because making my actual dream game is way out of my current abilities at the moment!

Ever thought to yourself how different a horror game would be if our protagonist decided to help the monsters instead of... [reading a list off-screen] killing, imprisioning, sacrificing, exorcizing or even banning them to other dimensions? Because I have, for ungodly amounts of time, and after literally years I decided that the time to actually make this thing has come. Welcome to the NIGHTMARE FACTORY!

OKAY BUT WHAT IS THE SYNOPSIS?

As previously mentioned, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is a parody of mascot horror games, set in an abandoned toy factory that also used to host a theme park. You play as Vera Torres, a 57 year-old mechanic who used to work in there. One day, our dear Vera receives a call from an old coworker: The higher-ups are going to sell the factory and the theme park, but they need a good inspection, and no one is accepting the offer! Feeling a bit nostalgic and wanting to help her friend, Vera decided to help take a look inside...

... Only to discover the place is now filled with strange monsters whose leader has, somehow, decided that she's actually his mother?! But she only had one kid ever in her life...?

Yeah, Vera is CONFUSED, and it's now your duty as the player to help her figure out just what the heck is going on!

... AND WHAT THE HECK IS THE GAME ACTUALLY ABOUT?

The game is a lighthearted and pink look at mascot horror as a whole, featuring little references to other games and lots and lots of silly jokes. It is also a long love letter for the genre, because as much as I like poking fun at FNaF, it did change my life for the better and it will forever have a soft spot in my heart. I love the franchise despite it all, and making a whole game just to poke fun at it and other similar games feels stupid. No one can create a good parody if they don't love the thing they're parodying even a tiny little bit.

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is not an "aha look at how stupid this is" look at mascot horror. I want it to be as sincere as possible, and the end product needs to be honest and not ironic in the slightest in order for it to be a success.

HOWEEEVEEEER. Despite the silliness, NIGHTMARE FACTORY can and will feature grapphic imagery and disturbing content due to its nature as a horror title. Trigger and content warnings have not been currently set, but shall be added as development continues.

WHAT ARE THE ~ INSPIRATIONS ~ ?

HEHEHE. HAHAHHAA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MY FAVORITE PART!

The gameplay is inspired by the original Crash Bandicoot trilogy, Pac-Man World 1-2 and Rayman 2! These are my favorite platformers ever and I played them for hours as a kid, and since NIGHTMARE FACTORY is all about toys and childhood I figured it would be the perfect fit!

For themes and story, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is inspired by Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival, Tattletail, Poppy Playtime, Silent Hill 1-4, Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood and the Lacey series on YouTube! Some of the themes include loss of childhood, the horrors of motherhood and girlhood, corporate corruption, trauma recovery, grief and rage.

For visuals, however? Alice: Madness Returns, Hello Kitty Roller Rescue, Strawberry Shortcake: The Sweet Dreams Game, Disney Princess' Enchanted Journey and old dress-up flash games are my references!

THE SETTING

The game is set in 2020s São Paulo, Brazil, AKA where I live, and it can and will feature elements of brazilian culture. The final version should have both english and brazilian-portuguese translations, with cultural notes being featured to help non-brazilians understand some jokes and themes better.

CURRENT SITUATION

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is currently sitting at "the single gamedev is desperate to start programming but he's busy with uni work" stage of production, but do not worry, the single gamedev is also working on the story, how level progression shall go, how the game should feel to play, and, of course, planning the mechanics, AKA the most important part of a fun game. I'll make an entire devlog detailing every single main mechanic as soon as I'm able to finally start fully working on this!

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is being made with Godot, Blender and Krita, and it will be released first for PC.

NOW A LOOK AT HOW THE SINGLE GAMEDEV IS ALREADY ANXIOUS ABOUT MAKING THE GAME

It wouldn't be a project I made without me losing my mind about it from day 0!

Nightmare Factory is a 3D platformer game, with around ~30 levels planned, divided into 5 acts/chapters/arcs/sessions. You can think as these sets of levels as Crash Bandicoot's Warped level selection, like this!

After answering some asks relating to mascot horror as a genre, I remembered a conversation I had with my amazing partner some weeks ago about how I want to release NIGHTMARE FACTORY. YES, I didn't even start programming it, but this is the type of thing I need to settle on before I build a good chunk of the game. It will be important!

But then. There's the problem: I don't like it when games are "released" but you have to pay more to get all of them. Yeah, each chapter would be super cheap so they would have a full game price when combined, but also. Do I want to do this. Do I genuinely want to do this. Like? Am I sure this is the right way to do it?????

Image ID: Screenshot of Crash Warped for the PS1, with Crash standing in front of a warp room with 5 blue buttons on the floor, each marked with a number from 1 to 5. The 6th button has the face of Tiny Tiger, signaling it to be the entrance to a boss fight level. End image id.

My first plan was to release each act separately so I could both get feedback and also have more fun, because by getting feedback I would be way less worried about messing things up + I could update things like character physics to be less wonky or more stiff in case it was a common complaint, which could change the entire level design. And also because I'm a clown and I want to make a mascot horror parody, and releasing it in chapters aligns perfectly with how I want this to go.

Anyways, this has now lead to me deciding that the game should be a "pay for it once" type of thing. I'll still release it in chapters, but the updates will be for free. Will I regret this decision because liking it or not I need money + I am an indie dev + there's nothing wrong with game devs expecting to be, y'know, PAID for their work? Absolutely so!!!!! But I think that, for now, this will be how I develop this silly game.

Anyways, this is getting long enough, so I'll finish it for now. Character introductions will be made after the gameplay-focused devlog, so see you guys soon enough! Byeeee <3

#devlog #gamedev #indie games #mascot horror #platformer #3d platformer #NIGHTMARE FACTORY #garcas devlogs #☀️

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #98 Rikapure

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

(Nakagami talking with Torahime on the phone)

Nakagami: What!? You convinced Kusanagi Rikai to join our side!? Really now!

Torahime: “Yes, it should work out going forward.”

Nakagami: Nicely done, look into where he disappeared to.

Torahime: “I’m doing that right now”

Nakagami: What!?

Torahime: I sneaked into his rooms and am looking for clues at the moment.

Nakagami: “You work fast… I will do as always and get everything ready.”

Torahime: Yessir

Nakagami: “Then I’ll see you later, I’m counting on you, Toraji-...”

Nakagami: “...Torahime-kun”

Torahime: Eh?

(Phone call ending)

(Torahime shaking from joy)

Torahime: …!

Torahime: Finally… Sensei, finally called me by my name…

Torahime: YAAAAY! I’M SO HAPPY!! AND HE PRAISED ME TOO!! YAAAY, YAAAY!!

(Torahime bumps into the desk and a large amount of papers fall)

Torahime: !! Crap….!

Torahime: …? What’s this

(Torahime flipping through the pages)

Torahime: …Eh?

(The five of them lazing around while eating snacks)

The five of them: Right~ Hahaha, crunch crunch… rustle rustle… 

Amahiko: Who’s going to bathe

Iori: Too much of a bother~

Sarukawa: Yawn… ‘m tired

Ohse: Um, where’s Rikai-san

Terra: Not often you don’t see him around at this hour

Sarukawa: Well, we can just kick back thanks to that! Freedom’s nice! Woohoo~!

Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Hehehe

Amahiko: …? Tora-san, what’s wrong?

Torahime: No… nothing. 

Iori: Come to think of it, Fumiya-san’s not here too

Sarukawa: Moped’s gone too

Terra: How suspicious, where did he go

Iori: Who knows~

(Rikai on his own)

Rikai: ….! Guh…!

Rikai: Ah…

Boyfriend: I’ll get it for you

Girlfriend: Really? Thanks!

Rikai: ….

(Rikai looking down)

Fumiya: Rikai?

Rikai: ….! Fumiya-san!

Fumiya: What are you doing here?

Rikai: ….

Rikai: I have to change… 

Rikai: I thought I was doing everything for the sake of others, instead I brought nothing but disorder within the house…

Rikai: The cause is me! Compared to everyone else I’m too much of a magnificent human being! 

Fumiya: Hah?

Rikai: That’s why I’m purposefully getting myself involved with the evils of the world, I must keep balance!

Rikai: That’s right! I’m going in! I’m going into an arcade late at night!

Fumiya: Hmn?

Rikai: Okay, you can do it Rikai, you’re going in, 3…. 2….1….!

(Rikai trying to get in but can’t)

Rikai: Hngh…! ….!

Rikai: Guh, it’s futile…

Rikai: No! I shall not yield! 3…. 2….1….!

Rikai: Gwaaah…! Guhooh…! Hwaah…!

Rikai: Aah damn it all! My body rejects it! Why are you such a good man Kusanagi Rikai!

Rikai: Kusanagi Rikai! KUSANAGI RIKAAAAI~!

Fumiya: What’cha keep trying to do?

Rikai: It’s truly impossible for the likes of me to enter an arcade late at night.

Fumiya: Why, let’s go together if that’s the issue

(Fumiya pulling on Rikai’s arm)

Rikai: AAAAAAH!! Wait! Wait Fumiya-san! I can’t! I can’t!

Fumiya: S’fine, nothing to be ‘fraid of

Rikai: No! I shall not enter!

Fumiya: We’ll just go in, won’t be doing anything

Rikai: Liar! You’ll do something nefarious once I’m in, won’t you!?

Fumiya: I won’t do anything, I promise

Rikai: I don’t believe you!

Fumiya: C’mon, we’re going in

Rikai: I am not one to be easily swayed!

(Fumiya pulling Rikai inside)

Rikai: Ah, wait, stop it, please…!

Rikai: Ah, no, no…! You lecher! Let go! Someone please~~~!!

(Fumiya lets go immediately)

Fumiya: Quit it!

Fumiya: What are you up in arms for, everyone’s staring like crazy right now

Boyfriend: …Is he okay?

Girlfriend: Don’t tell me he’s being forced? 

Boyfriend: Eeeh…

Fumiya: Y-you’re mistaken

Rikai: Ah, right. Fumiya-san, I should've asked you to teach me the ways.

Fumiya: Huh?

Rikai: How can a wonderful human being as I stoop low to the level of a ne’er do well such as yourself!

Fumiya: I’ll punch your lights out?

Rikai: Please teach me, how to become an awful person

Rikai: What should I eat, what dangerous things should I do, how do I become a hopeless man capable of nothing?

Fumiya: Wait, I don’t follow…

Rikai: An absolute good for nothing--

(Fumiya shaking off an annoying Rikai)

Fumiya: Aaah damnit! That’s not how these things go

Fumiya: Why don’t you know that

Rikai: ………….

Rikai: ………I don’t

Fumiya: ….? Rikai?

Rikai: Because I… don’t know….

(Rikai running away)

Rikai: …!

Fumiya: Ah

(Everyone being drunk and smacking each others with pillows)

Everyone: Hahaha, gyahaha…!

Torahime: ….!

Nakagami: (“I’m counting on you, Torahime-kun.)

Torahime: (Forgive me, Sensei…)

Torahime: ….! Um!

The five of them: ?

Torahime: There’s something I’d like to show to everyone!

The five of them: Huh?

(Bustling city at night)

(Rikai painfully walking alone)

Rikai: …! …..!!

Sarukawa: W-what is this…

Amahiko: “Rikai-oniisan’s Perfect Order To Lead Everyone To Happiness Program”

Terra: Wha?

Torahime: In order for everyone to live together peacefully in the sharehouse, he wrote about all the points that can get improved.

Torahime: That person is serious. He’s earnestly thinking about how to make everything better. 

Torahime: It’s not all for show!

Iori: Rikai-kun… 

Sarukawa: Rikai…

Everyone except Ohse: Cringe~

Torahime: EEEH!?

Iori, Amahiko, Sarukawa, Terra: Nah man, it’s just a bit… 

Torahime: No, no no you’re wrong, that answer’s… 

Torahime: Wrong!!!!!

The four of them: Huhn?

Torahime: Well at first I did cringe a little bit.

Terra: You cringed

Torahime: But please do look at it! It’s genuinely amazing! You’ll get sucked in!

Amahiko: Sucked?

Iori: Sucked in how

(Ohse turning the pages and being unable to stop)

Ohse: ….! …..! ….!

Terra: Ah! Ghost-kun got sucked in! He’s completely absorbed!

Torahime: See, I told you’d get sucked in

Iori: Seriously what does that mean

(Amahiko becoming the same as Ohse)

Amahiko: …..! …..! ….!

Iori: Amahiko-san?

Terra & Sarukawa: …! ….! ….!

Iori: Saru-chan!? And Terra-san!? Come on guys, what’s gotten into eve….

Iori: Aaah.. ! AaaAaAaaa….!

Torahime: Don’t say I didn’t warn you’d get sucked in

Torahime: He’s seriously amazing, that guy means all of it.

(Rikai remembering the past)

(At lunch break, a child is getting bullied)

Students: Wheew, lame-ass~ Hahaha

Student D: …..

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Stop!

Students: ?

3rd yr gradeschooler: You can’t do such things! Let him go!!

Student B: Wha?

Student A: …Oi, let’s go

(All of them leave)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Is everything okay?

Student D: Eh? ….Y-yeah…

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: I’m glad… fufu

(When leaving school, Rikai runs up to the child that got bullied)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Hey, wanna go home together?

Student D: ….Eh

Student A: C’mon, let’s go

Student D: …Coming!

(Student D running back to his friends)

Student C: Be faster you idiot

Student D: Ow, ehehe sorry~

(The students messing around)

Students: You’re late, what were you doing~

(Rikai going alone at home)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: …..

(Rikai fighting back his tears)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: ………..!

Rikai: I don’t…. understand….

(Rikai drooping his head)

Rikai: ….

(Rikai being able to hear some kind of noise)

Rikai: ….? …Huh?

(The six of them happily doing Rikai Calisthenics) 

The six of them: First, an exercise to beat that lazy disposition back into shape~♪

The six of them: Start, hup, one! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Rikai: (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?)

Rikai: (What’s all this!? What’s happening!? Don’t tell me… I got through…??)

Rikai: (I got through to them!? Did the world change!? T-think such a thing would-!!)

Charisma of Asia: (Do not worry, one day you will be able to break through.)

Rikai: (That’s… That’s the voice of the Charisma of Asia!)

Rikai: (And what was needed last is… sincerity.)

(A radiant light shines brightly)

Fumiya: Charisma charge: Complete.

Sarukawa: Rikai….

Rikai: !? Saru!

Sarukawa: Good morning!

Rikai: UWAAAAAAAAAAH!!! UOOOOGHH!!!

Rikai: WHO CARES ANYMORE!!

Rikai: EVEN IF I AM OSTRACIZED! IF I AM HATED! IF I AM UNPOPULAR FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!

Rikai: RIGHTEOUSNESS IS GLORIOUS!!!

Rikai: MY FEELINGS!! WILL MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD!!

Rikai: HAPPYYYY~~~~!!

Kyurururun~☆☆☆☆☆

Mahou Tsukai Break

(Magical Wizard Break)

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

[vivaciousofficiall]

Move In Silence & Protect Yourself From Monitoring Spirits.

Hello ladies, welcome to Vivacious Official.

Today we’ll be discussing how to move in silence & protecting yourself from harmful spirits.

As a woman on a spiritual or self development journey, you have probably encountered "monitoring spirits". This is due to the fact that you are a woman with a purpose & not everyone is happy about that.

What is a monitoring spirit?

In simple definition, a monitoring spirit is someone that is hyper fixated on you with the intent of causing harm. This being is triggered by your existence. This is often fueled by feelings of insecurity, envy & inferiority.

The truth is if you are of woman of faith then remember you’re divinely protected.

As God said "no weapon formed against thee shall prosper"

In addition to God’s protection you can always protect yourself too.

Signs of a monitoring spirit.

1. They study you closely. (Mannerisms, Style, Relationships, etc)

2. They seem to want to know everything about you even though you can sense their distaste for you.

3. Smear campaigns : They go around slandering your name. (Especially to the people closest to you)

4. They are extremely competitive with you.

5. They put doubt & fear in your mind ( especially after sharing a personal goal)

Why should you move in silence ?

1. Self Validation

As I grow further in my journey, the need to show my personal life decreases. This is because I don’t need external validation. That is a sign of growth.

This is how you must see your life. You are sacred and you have a purpose. You don’t need to prove to anyone what God has already qualified you for.

If you feel the need to post every single thing on social media or telling random people, that is sign of needing validation from others.

2. Protection

When you post "good news" the people that are truly gonna be happy for you are those that have a similar mindset to you. (ie. positive people) As sad as it is, the population is filled with negative people that are stuck in scarcity mode. They see your success as a personal attack. They don’t believe there is space for both of you to win in your respective fields. Your win is then seen as their loss.

How to deal with a monitoring spirit

If you don’t have to be around this person then my best advice is to quietly let them go. There’s no need to confront these types of people because they will never admit to being envious. Choose yourself. You deserve a life filled with people that love you.

If you HAVE to be around this person ( boss, colleague, family member, etc) then I have some temporary advice for you.

Note : this advice isn’t a permanent solution, the permanent solution is low/nocontact. This is a temporary solution as you are getting ready to go no contact. (eg: while you are looking for another job, while you’re trying to move out of your family house, while you’re in school etc)

1. Grey Rock : Become as boring as a grey rock. Don’t share anything with this person. Let them think you have nothing interesting going on. Save your interesting stories for the people that mean well.

2: Be Evasive : Look up celebrity interviews. When asked an intrusive question they are able to answer it without actually answering the question. Learn to say something while saying nothing at the same time.

3. Sell a story : Instead of talking about your personal life, talk about the most irrelevant things but make it sound interesting. You could exit a whole gathering and all they would know is how you’re getting a new couch.

Stay Safe Ladies!

Xoxo, Vivacious

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[82mitsu]

{18Trip} The 18 Questions Corner - Shiramitsu Toi

This is a translation for the 18 questions interview uploaded on the official Youtube channel. I suggest to read this translation alongside it!

Note: P stands for "Player", this series has a voiced male & female character for the player. The interviews are conducted by the male player in this case.

TL note:

Toi calls Ryui by 兄様, pronounced as “Ani-sama”. Now, I try my best to keep all honorifics and nicknames as is but I feel like “Big Bro-sama” did not look good, and I am intent on keeping the older brother aspect. “Ani-sama” I wouldn’t consider an option either due to it being the colloquial name for Animelo Summer Live, and overall can be confusing if your nihongo is not jouzu enough desu. (Neither do I think it looks good, either.) It has been translated to “beloved Big bro” instead.

P: 18 questions for the Tourism Ward Mayors! We look forward to your cooperation!

Toi: I-I’ll be in your care!

What’s your name?

I’m Shiramitsu Toi! 

How old are you?

I’m 21 years old!

Tell us about your occupation!

I’m the owner of Fortuner Teller Angel Eye.

What’s the first thing you do when waking up in the morning?

Saying good morning to my beloved Big bro!

Anything you’re particular about with lunch?

I chew my food thoroughly!

What pops up in your mind when it comes to “evening”?

The evening glow in the sky?

What’s your routine before bed?

Writing in my secret exchange diary. 

Where do you start with washing your body?

Um... my right upper arm!

What’s essential when leaving for a trip?

Um… a change of clothes… I think?  

What do you check before traveling somewhere?

What the local sweets are!

What’s your favorite method of transportation for traveling? 

Because I don’t usually go on these, I’d say the train!

What’s one item you’d bring to a deserted island?

Anything will do as long as I’m with my beloved Big bro!

Please give us some fanservice! 

Be glad mortal, for I shall provide you entertainment… Ehehe, just messing around. 

Who’s someone you’d lean on for support? 

Has to be my beloved Big bro, I’m sure. 

Who would you swap bodies with for a day?

Um…! Evening Squad’s Natsuyaki Chihiro… -san…

What would you want to do as them?

I wanna be like Chii-sama and try to shine like him while dancing…!! Waah I didn’t mean to say that! How embarrassing~!!

Pass on a message to your roommates!

My beloved Big bro, thank you for always being there. Netaro-san, let’s play a new game again sometime!

Tell us from the heart, what’s a “journey” to you? 

Something that broadens your horizons, I think. 

P: Thank you, those were all 18 questions!

Toi: Thank you very much!!

Toi: I'm Shiramitsu Toi and the HAMA’s 15th Ward Mayor together my beloved big bro. Please feel free to drop by Fortune Teller Angel Eye whenever you’d like! 

#18trip #l4mps #shiramitsu toi #18qs #823_tl #nightsquad

[purplekoop]

So I was digging around in my old art to look for a design that inspired one of my newer characters, and ended up finding something I definitely remember, but not to its full extent.

I had some Overwatch OCs, all the way back in 2018, within the first year I actually had the game. Not just any OCs, but OCs meant to be full hero concepts of course! And fortunately enough, I gave one of them a full kit breakdown, complete with stats! I think I must've been inspired by Master Ian Gamer, an OW youtuber who at the time occasionally made his own concepts in a similar style, both for canon NPCs and his own original characters.

So, for historical sake (and because I think it'd be cute), let me present to you:

Prisma- Hero Concept

(For readability's sake, I'll type out my old notes verbatim as normal text, with any new comments in parenthesis afterwards like this.)

Story: "I shall protect Earth's beauty."

(The larger box left open for the story itself was blank. From what I can remember/assume, she's an Omnic environmentalist with either some kind of crystal-forming power or hard light tech.)

Support 50 HP, 150 Shields Speed: Slow Difficulty: (2.5/3 Stars)

(The health numbers are the same as Zenyatta had back then, which knowing me might've been implying a connection. The "speed" stat is meaningless, most OW characters share the same base movement speed, with Tracer and Genji moving 10% faster. It may also be implying her lack of movement abilities. Also does OW2 even give heroes difficulty stars anymore? So much changes so fast it might not even be a useful rating to give anymore)

M1 (Primary Fire): Gemstone Daggers. Prisma throws a sharp gemstone from her waist to attack. Damage/shot: 50 Shots/clip: 8 Reload: 2 sec Headshot: Yes Shots/sec: 2 Airspeed: Slow Gravity: Yes

(Ah, poor young me, using PC input notation instead of the universally correct terms. This'll bother me more later. The main thing I gotta note here is how similar this concept is to Kiriko's knives, but with some notable differences. For one, the base damage is 50, presumably meaning that headshots do 100, just barely enough to two-shot most heroes at the time! I guess Zen could always do that with discord orb too. But apparently to balance it out, 8 ammo and a two second reload, which is atrocious. For reference, iirc most OW heroes have a 1.5 second reload animation, with animations longer than that being rare exceptions like old Orisa and sentry Bastion being longer, but they had massive ammo pools to chew through before that. Hitting your shots doesn't sound easy either, with the dubious "slow" projectile speed and the confirmation of gravity making me imagine something like Torbjorn's primary fire. The shots per second of "2" actually isn't too bad, assuming it means a fire rate of 0.5 seconds then that's only slightly worse than Zenyatta. Still overall a pretty weak-sounding weapon, with okay max potential DPS held back by a lot of slow reloading and a hard to land projectile.)

M2 (Secondary fire): Regenerative Crystals. Places a large gem on the ground that heals nearby allies. Gem HP: 150 Healing Radius: 10 meters Max at a time: 3 Cooldown: 15 seconds

(Wow, speaking of familiar concepts in retrospect, healing turrets! I think. Frustratingly there's no healing per second rates or specification whether they're an AOE like Soldier's field or single target like the healing turret that finally happened in-game via Illari. Aside from that ambiguity, the biggest difference between Healing Pylon and this ability is the fact you could place a whopping three at once. I don't know if it had a three-charge cooldown like Symmetra's turrets do or if each one has a full cooldown and you just have the ability to place up to 3 if it recharges while one is already active. Either way it adds to what'll be a theme of Prisma adding a lot more clutter than she has to onto the field. This is her only means of healing though, so it might actually be warranted)

E (Ability 2): Refractive Wall. Reflects all projectiles (even beams) back at the enemy team. Wall HP: 1000 Height: 2.5 meters Width: 5 meters Projectile damage: 1/4x Duration: 8 seconds Cooldown: 16 seconds

(Alright to cut myself slack, knowing that the shift ability is internally "ability 1" and the E ability is "ability 2" is the kind of thing I wouldn't have learned without Workshop, which was a year away at this point iirc. Still, this one being first pains me. Anyways, a reflective barrier is a neat idea I've heard at least a couple times. It felt very fitting for the crystal theme, with the added perk of reflecting beams likely being there so you could reflect things like Zarya's laser in a logical way. Actually, an important distinction left out is whether this is a barrier or a physical object like Mei's wall. If the former, it's essentially just Ramattra's barrier with a higher cooldown, but much longer duration. Considering it's made of rocks though, I imagine it'd be more likely like a Mei wall you can't stand on, and also made of only one object rather than 5 pillars. The "1/4x damage" stat seemingly implies that unlike Genji, the projectiles reflected by this would deal significantly reduced damage, to the point where it hardly seems worth the extra coding hassle it would take to add that mechanic to make it work.)

L Shift (Ability 1): Refractive Armor Prisma coats an ally in gemstones, reducing damage and preventing stun/cc. Damage taken: 1/2. Duration: 5 seconds Cooldown: 18 seconds

(Oh okay this is just Fortify but given to an ally. I think that was a deliberate goal, considering this might've been intended as a counterplay option into Brig's notorious stun at the time, but I don't exactly remember whether she was added at this point or not. Still though, between the temporary stationary cover on E and the fortify on shift, this is sounding a lot like a support version of Orisa. What a funny concept that'd be, huh.)

Q (Ultimate): Diamond Guardian Places a diamond turret that fires a laser at any targets in range. HP: 400 DPS: 25 Range: 30 meters Ult Charge: Slow Call-out: "Fear the earth's power!"

(So... if I understand it right, this is an entirely damage-oriented ult. Not even high damage, and not even from a bulky target like B.O.B., and not even from a fast-charging ult. The only redeeming quality seems to be the insane range. For reference, Ramattra's ultimate has only a 13 meter range. You are NOT outranging this thing, but it doesn't exactly seem like much of an issue. Utterly bizarre ult design, I have no idea why she has a damage-dealing ult at all, let alone such a bad one. Though neat detail, the crystal standing next to her in the art seems to be the ult, based on the icon. Very big "hit this to progress in a Zelda dungeon" energy.)

Playstyle Synopsis: Prisma is a mix of defensive, protective, and supportive abilities, which combine to form a hero who can strongly hold an objective. However, she falls short on the attack, with a tricky M1 and low-damaging ult.

(Why did I think "defensive, protective, and supportive" were three usefully distinct descriptors. To give myself credit though, it seems the bad damage and ult were deliberate weaknesses to balance out a support based primarily around defense and area control. She very much feels like a hero made by someone who liked defending on 2CP maps and wanted a healer to pair with stally fortress comps like Orisa, Bastion, Torbjorn, and Symmetra. Yeah... I was that kind of freak back then. I'm only slightly sorry. She very much feels like a product of her time though, which makes it all the more shocking how many abilities sound so familiar to newer additions to the game. Her art even implies she'd float to move around like Echo. There's nitpicks I could make with rebalancing this hero, but that's for another time perhaps.)

As a closing thought, I should mention how important it is to my creative history to remember when I first made a geomancer named Prisma! See, after this, I took the name and basic crystal powers concept, and gave them to an alien lady in a suit for a short-lived space story. Later on, I took that version of the character yet again and made her a human woman with crystal powers, keeping the suit and the name Prisma. This time she was made for a major RPG project called City of Desos, which I've mentioned before is the origin of War Bots star Wilderoad. Unlike the gunslinging bot, Prisma is still planned to be part of Desos, so even after all this time the legacy of this Overwatch OC lives on!

Anyways hope somebody finds this neat. I did have a couple more designs, but very few kit details if any, so I may share them separately. This is fun, despite some stuff in this folder making me wince. It's neat being able to look back on your art, not just to see where you are now, but also to know you might've been onto something for longer than you thought. The kit design and layout here isn't that far removed from the likes of my notes Role Requeue or War Bots, just limited to what I could do on notebook paper while I should be paying attention to class.

#overwatch #overwatch oc #my (old) art #long post

[defrosted69]

My Emotional Panda

Lee Seoyeon X Reader

(I got this idea from a YouTube video and I decided to add my own twist to it)

Money.

They say that money is the root of all evil. But for some it's an escape to their life. Not everyone was given the opportunity to have a silver plater and a 5 course meal.

Some live off eating at least twice if they were lucky enough to.

And you, out of 8 billion people in the world where one of the unfortunate ones.

Of course you complained sometimes how life was unfair to you. The sight of children your age eating ice cream, pizza, and having cake on their birthday. Heck, You barely even had time to celebrate your own birthday.

Everyday was a hussle for you, whatever work it was you would do it.

Forget education, you couldn't afford to have one. Your own daily expenses wasn't even enough to keep you alive.

Let's not talk about your parents. It's not like you loath them but given you never met them in your entire life shows that they either didn't care for you or they couldn't properly raise you.

The only place you call home, the adaption center was burned to the ground by some mafia thugs.

It's like life is flickering you the middle finger everytime something good happens to you. That's when you realize that life and the world was unfair.

Kids your age should have been enjoying life, eating delicious food and having no care at all but life didn't give you any of that. Instead it gave you suffering and agony.

The days and nights you have to sleep on the dark street and even having to fight for a place to stay shows how hard life really is.

Adults should have been the one guiding young people and showing them the rights to their wrongs but why didn't you feel it.

Instead of hearing an apology or a word of empathy, you were spit with venomous words and even had to endure the physical assault they gave you.

If there was one positive thing that you were thankful for is your patience. No matter how annoying and stressful things escalate you remain calm and collected. Some may want that trait but for you it's a curse. All that emotion bottled up inside you will surely kill you emotionally.

But on a breezy afternoon, it seems faith and destiny weaved up a line that will change your life for the best.

With a growling stomach and no food in sight, you decided to put your chances on a nearby park hoping the ungrateful people who throw away their food in the trash be your dinner.

With your small wobbly legs, you pushed through your weak and fragile body checking every trash bin available.

The rustling sound and unbearable scent had no affect on you as you were a starving man to death. When desperate times arrive, Thouh shall make desperate measures.

But it's as if bad luck was implanted on your DNA that no food was in every trash bin you checked. You did a double check, triple check, turn every trash bin upside down but there wasn't any single sight of edible food.

You were frustrated and devastated. This wasn't on a normal basis but there are days where you just come up empty handed. And this day was the worse day as your stomach pain was beginning to get worse and worse.

Your wobbly weak legs couldn't lift your body anymore as your eyes searched for a place to rest your body.

It wasn't that long when you saw a wooden park bench as you sat there looking down on the ground.

Maybe it was your hunger kicking in as you could see the concrete floor in 4k as every particle was visible in your sight.

Your eyes were beginning to get heavy as you suddenly felt a strong urge to take a rest. Being a naive kid you are, you slowly laid your head on the wooden floor as you prepare yourself for a deep slumper.

"Heh, he fell asleep."

A voice and a soft pillow immediately woke you up as all of your senses were alerted.

You sprang up immediately as you looked to see where the voice came from.

"Geez, Did you really have to jump? My Mom always make Dad sleep in her legs. Hmph"

A small girl who's smaller than you pouted as you look at her in surprise.

Her attire is what you always see in big malls, the silver spoon kids as you call them.

"Wha-What do you want?"

There was a small shiver on your voice as the girl smirk at you.

"You have been digging trash cans since we arrived here. What are you a racoon? You're suppose to eat like a human like us. Give me your hand."

She extended her arms as she opened her hand hoping you would take hers. You have seen how people easily fake their trust and stab you in the back. It was mostly done by the adults but seeing someone your age doing something like this, it was skeptical.

You were hesitant but you slowly gave her your hand as she smiled and she suddenly pulled a wrapped burger on her pocket and gave it you hand.

Your eyes widen in suprise even though your hair has covered most of your eyes. Your facial expression showed that her act of kindness caught you by suprise.

"Don't tell my parents this but I bought you a burger hehehe~"

She happily smiled at you as you stare at the burger in awe. Without hesitation, your instinct kicked in as you ate the burger that was given to you.

Never in your life have you ever tasted such delicious and well made burger as a sudden rush of emotion ran through your body.

No one in your life has ever showed you kidness like this before as you didn't expect that it would come from a girl your age.

She could hear you sobbing as you ate the burger as she couldn't help but look at you with pity.

"So.. Mmghood...."

The sniffles made her irritated as she pulled out her handkerchief and grabbed your face. You saw her glare at you as you suddenly felt scared.

"Gosh, your crying so much. Here."

She gently wipes your tears away with her handkerchief and smiled afterwards seeing you stop crying. She sat up and gave you one last smile and said the words you will never forget.

"Never give up okay crybaby?"

Those few words immediately left a mark on your heart and mind. The very first person to show you kindness, was a girl.

Girl.

What was her name?

At least you should know her name right?

"Wha-What's your name?"

With a smile, she said

"Lee Seoyeon."

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"Oi, wake up dude. The boss man is looking for you."

You woke up from a good nap as you rose up smiling after recalling a very good memory from the past.

Your co worker notice the visible smile you have as he couldn't help but smirk as he nudge you playfully.

"Oh my did our little precious Y/n got a very naughty dream? Tsk tsk such a bad boy~"

You could only sigh at him as you made your way to your boss office.

It's been 10 yrs since that memory occurred and by now your already a working employee on the same park you found her.

The first time you met her was also the last time you saw her as you visited this park everytime but she never came back.

Instead of seeing her, you were offered a job to clean the park CRs instead of stealing food and you took it. You didn't complain or anything as years go by and you were now a standard employee of the park.

Your boss office wasn't anything grand but his facial expression always had that stoic face. You can never tell what he is thinking.

"You called for me boss?"

"Ah, Yes, take a seat Y/n."

You wasted no time to take a seat near his table. He adjusted his glasses before he spoke.

"I'm giving you a new job which is something unique."

This made you raise your eyebrow at him as your boss wasn't the typical boss. He would often say his thoughts in riddles. And considering you can't understand riddles, you were confused.

"Ummm, boss what do you mean?"

"I want you to wear a bear costume to attract customers for the newly opened amusement park inside the park. And since your good in attracting people. Why not try on a suit?"

His request was questionable as you wanted to ask why but he suddenly pulled an odd looking bear suit which at first glance looks so weird.

"That's your outfit. Try it on."

It wasn't dusty nor smelled like dust so you tried it on and fit you perfectly well except that the bear looks HORRIFYING.

"Umm, Boss. You sure this is an outfit that could attract people? Looks like a suit for robbing a bank."

"....."

That silence alarmed you as you immediately asked.

"Wait, is it for robbing a bank?! For real?!"

"No of course not. Anyway you can leave my office now. Go. Shooo."

He was trying to get you off his office as you left wearing the costume. You were left with questions lingering on your head but you wondered what would the people's perspective of the bear be?

And that question was immediately answered as the following day, kids were crying and avoiding your gaze as you sighted.

"I know something was off with this costume"

Nonetheless you stood there not knowing what to do because every action you do makes everyone look at you with scared expression.

"Ah! Mr Bear. Can I take a picture with you?"

A woman's voice alarmed you as she looked at you in awe. Her eyes were sparkling brightly. All you can do was nod your head.

"Tihehehe, My members will be so jealous I got a picture with a cute bear."

Her sentence made you blush for some reason as it was your first time someone called you cute.

"Then again, she must be pertaining to the bear and not me... Oh well."

She wrapped her hands around your arm making you flinch a little at the sudden contact but immediately regain your composure.

With a quick snap of her phone, she managed to get at least 10 photos which amazed you.

She was wearing a mask but you could visibly see her eyes smiling at every photo you took.

"She's... Cute.."

That was the only thought that was in your mind as she suddenly lunged herself at you as she hugged you tight.

Her sudden action startled you as you accidentally hugged her back.

"So warm~~ Hehehe."

You were thankful that the huge bear mask covered your entire face because you were a blushing mess. Never could you have imagined that a cute girl would hug you tightly as if you were world.

It took a couple seconds before she let go of the hug as she said

"Thanks for recharging me Mr. Bear. I'll ser you around."

She left while waving at you as you could only wave back slowly. Your brain was still processing what happened.

"What... Just happened?"

That question lingered on your mind the entire day and it was stuck there for a while.

You had hoped that the bear costume would end but it turns out you have to wear the bear outfit for a while.

You had to bear with the crys and scared expression of every passer by but it all didn't matter as the small girl appeared every once a week.

In that short period of time, you managed to get to know her even though your reply was only a nod or a shake to the side. But her bright energy was everything for you.

Her husky voice while she laughs was music to yout ears. She would often manage to tease you making you a blushing mess.

She was very teasing but that was one of her charms. Even though the job was tiring, meeting her every week was all worth it.

But not all things are permanent.

While you were preparing to wear your suit, your boss came to you.

"Y/n, today's the last day you'll be wearing the costume. You'll have to go back to your original post after today."

"Oh, I see..."

When you first wore the costume, you have always wanted to hear those words from your boss but right now, they sounded so displeasing in your ears.

Maybe it was because you met someone who appreciate you and someone who made your heart race.

The weather didn't help the mood as the gray skies painted over the sky. It wasn't that long when it started raining. Instead of standing still outside, you went inside the carnival area where there was a huge shade covering a few people from the rain.

Though today was the last day, you had hoped to see the girl once again but considering the rain, she would probably wouldn't come.

Right?

That should have been the answer.

But something tells you she was waiting for you.

You ignored that thought because there was no way she would be standing there waiting for you in the rain.

There was no way.

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"Ah, screw it."

Your gut feeling was telling you something was wrong. And it didn't ease you one bit as you rushed outside as you were immediately met with rain pouring from the sky.

You traced your step where you usually stand but you didn't find her there.

Heartbroken, you chuckled at your pathetic self.

"Of course she wouldn't be here. Who in the world would-"

Your eyes caught someone sitting on a wodden bench all soaked from the rain. You went closer to the person and Immediately covered her with your sign board.

"Mr. Bear?"

That husky voice was all to familiar with you. She looked up and your heart tore into thousand pieces. Her mask was gone and you could see her plump lips and cute nose. But her eyes looks so broken and defeated.

"I'm sorry I.. Waited for you here. I'm stupid I know.."

Her cheerfulness was gone and you felt an unusual vibe from her.

"Today is just.. Everything's just so wrong."

She clenched her fist as you could only stay quiet.

"Why.. Why did I have to make a mistake on the biggest stage of them all. Everyone's eyes are on me and it even dragged my members too. I hate it! I hate how my mistake damage the group. Why... Why.. Should I just quit?"

Quitting.

You felt that same way before. 10 years exactly. On the very same bench. That girl was what showed you that there was hope and right now, the girl infront of you needed hope.

You removed the bear head as her widen seeing your face for the first time.

"Never give up. Those words was said to me when I was on the verge of quiting life."

She stayed quiet as she listened to you.

"It sounds cringe but seeing you weekly and interact with me even if it was just a short period of time, made feel significant and wanted. So.. I might sound selfish but please don't give up."

The girl stayed quiet as you had hoped your words went through her. You were expecting a nod or a shake of the head but instead got

"Crybaby?"

Your eyes widen. That nickname was given to you by Lee Seoyeon. Your eyes met hers as you said

"Lee.. Seoyeon?"

She gasped as she suddenly lunged herself to you as you carefully caught her in your arms.

She began crying softly on your bear chest as you patted her head. As if on cue the rain suddenly stopped.

"Crybaby...."

You just let her cry on your chest as you thought that she must have it rough for the past 10 years.

It took a couple minutes before she regain herself as you helped her up and both of you sat on the bench.

"I didn't expect that you would be in this park all this time."

You chuckled at her and said

"I.. Never really left. I was... Well kinda waiting for you to come back and return you this. Give me your hand."

A sense of nostalgia made Seoyeon chuckle as she gave you her hand. You pulled out from your pocket the same handkerchief she used to wipe your tears.

"This is yours so I'm returning it to you."

She was amazed how it still looked the same like 10 years ago.

"Also, you told me before that your in a group. And I think they wouldn't be angry nor frustrated at you. People make mistakes and like the stories you said to me, it seems like the 9 of you are very close"

Seoyeon stayed quiet as a small smile appeared on her face. This was the first time you saw her smile without the mask and she was very pretty it made your heart race and make you blush.

"So Seoyeon, don't ever think of giving up because you have people there for you. Your members, family, friends and me. Like what you said to me. Never give up okay? You cute panda."

That last word was something Seoyeon didn't expect as she blushed a bright red. She couldn't believe that the guy she helped 10 years ago turned out to be a handsome person and a kind hearted one too.

"T-Thank you..."

"Y/n. Your crybaby. Hehehe."

Your bright smile washed away all that negative thoughts that swarmed her earlier. She suddenly felt motivated as she gave you a warm embrace.

"Thank you Y/n. Thank you."

You hugged her back but this time, not as Mr. Bear but as her crybaby.

It took a couple of minutes before she pulled away.

"I feel refreshed now. Thanks Y/n hehehe~"

She waved at you as you waved back at her. Once she was out of your sight, you searched your phone on what group Seoyeon was and saw the events of their group. An idea popped on your head.

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"Are you alright now Seoyeon?"

Her leader Searom asked as everyone was worried for her.

"I'm okay now Unnie. Hehehe~"

A hand patted her head as Gyuri, their ex member smiled.

"Good. Now slay the stage. I'll be watching at the backstage."

Seoyeon nodded as her mind was filled all about you. Starting from the words you said and how you changed for the good. A blush appeared on her face as she thought of you.

"Uhh, Seoyeon you have a gift from... Mr. Bear?"

Seoyeon widen her eyes as she grabbed the box that was handed to her by her manager. Her members were also curious on what that gift was as they leaned in close to her.

Seoyeon opened the box and it revealed a cake with the words

"You go and show them what you got Seoyeon."

Murmurs were visible but She didn't care. Her heart was racing to the max as butterflies were swirling on her stomach.

She closed the box as she faced her members with a look of determination.

"Let's show em what we got!"

That got them all hyped up as they were ready to tear the stadium down.

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You were back to your regular job at the park selling burgers along your co worker as your bear adventure has come to a close.

Though you saw articles about the success of Fromis_9 concert, the main attraction was how Seoyeon slayed the song and dance.

You always knew that she was a talented person and seeing postive comment about her just brightens up your mood.

Right now there was no visible person in sight which made you wonder why. It was the weekends so today, the park should be filled with people.

You got out of your food stand and looked around if there was something wrong. But you couldn't find anything wrong.

"Is today a holiday? The park should have been-"

"Crybaby~~"

A familiar voice broke your thought as Seoyeon lunged herself to you as you quickly caught her in your arms.

"Seoyeon what are you-"

You couldn't finish your sentence because Seoyeon leaned her face to your and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

Your brain went haywire and malfunctioned upon realizing what Seoyeon did.

All she could do was chuckle seeing your blushed face.

"Tihehehe, did I suprise you Y/n? Well that's a sign of how much I love you."

You didn't know what to say and when you finally spoke, the words that only came out of your mouth was

"Yes?"

Seoyeon giggled as she grabbed your hand and drag you away from the food stall with a smile.

"Come on, we have 10 years worth of dates that we need to catch up. Hehehe~"

Well maybe you weren't unfortunate after all, seeing how a girl like Lee Seoyeon fell for you and even become your girlfriend.

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Sigh

Your co worker said as he couldn't help feel a little jealous of you.

"I wish I have a girlfriend like him."

He laid his head on one of the tables but a cute voice woke him up quickly.

"Umm. Are you okay?"

He immediately blushed seeing the girl talk to him.

"Uhh yes I'm okay."

Her cute giggle went straight to his heart as she reached out her hand to him and said

"I'm Baek Jiheon. Nice to meet you."

He didn't even hesitate to shake her hand as she said

"I'm Nam. Just call me Nam, ma'am what?"

He got confused by his own words as this made the girl chuckle and thought

"He's cute."

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[nokingsonlyfooles]

Dear Academia, I guess you can die mad about the curtains, if it bothers you that much...?

Wow, I just watched... Wow.

(I didn't really just watch it. I saved this and sat on it to see if I cooled off and decided I was being too mean. Since then, I've tripped over another essay where someone ripped into a work because they didn't understand it well enough to see the curtains at all, and I didn't like that either. I've decided to post this, so later I can post my reaction to the other one like a matching bookend!)

I made you a graphic about it!

So, I just watched my High School AP English teacher transcend time and space, possess the body of an a YouTuber, and try to drag me for quitting my English major due to being sick of dissecting the work of other writers until it dies.

Also, they put text up on the screen that I was supposed to read, over a decorative text background, and if I could pull money out of their Patreon, much like Mark Twain with the collection plate, I would've taken a nickel. For spite.

So, I guess I'm gonna talk about the blue curtains?

First of all, don't go looking for the video to drag this person. At worst, they are a little self-important and over-emotional. At best, their brain got shredded by the same process mine rejected and they are recovering. Be kind. I don't wanna hurt them, I'm trying to fire over their head. And take this with a grain of silly.

This is the meme. I couldn't find the original, uncensored version, and I don't care all that much, so here ya go.

One of YTer's friends referenced this meme, and it offended their intelligence and ability to critique art. Instead of having a more typical reaction, like thinking, "Ah, yes, you are only expressing your frustration with the school system's unreasonable expectations. As a fellow sufferer, I shall express my solidarity, and henceforth we shall share a sensible chuckle," and then chuckling sensibly, they telegraphed their offence to a slur on Art itself and wrote an essay. Of course, it is Capitalism's fault.

Now, Capitalism is most definitely tearing up the school system and inflicting lasting trauma on everyone involved and hurting Art. There is a lot of meat to be had on this bone. I would've left money in the collection plate for an engaging essay on that!

What I got was: "Art exists for you to tear it to pieces and squeeze every last instance of poetic meaning out of it, like you're hucking an orange into a juicer, and if you don't do that, you're dumb. Capitalism has made you dumb, because your dumbness is more profitable. I, on the other hand, huck Art into the juicer that is my brain, as one should, because I'm smart. The curtains are never blue. Fight the Power."

And right away, I thought: Oh, Mrs. Hillburn, I know this is how you enjoy Art. I know you really love it. You full-body crashed into a filing cabinet while explaining the Canterbury Tales to us, so I know you really do love "close reading" and want to share your joy. You're allowed to do that! God love you! But sometimes the curtains are blue.

And that wouldn't be a problem - except your job is to judge everyone on their ability, not only to interpret the curtains as something other than blue, but also to cough up a "valid" interpretation. And your judgment will affect whether they can get a job that pays them enough money to live. Now, you are free to do that. When I write things, I give them to the world! But, I'm not doing that to help you sort the children into an appropriate pay grade by demanding that they enjoy my work in the same way you do. Why would I do that? That makes no fucking sense.

I am saying this as someone writing a long-ass story that has a lot to do with objects being a certain colour and numbers adding up to a certain sum. That's there for you if you want it! Pink things are safe, orange things are hazardous, yellow means despair, and green-and-orange together is something unpleasant, because Erik doesn't like carrots and the whole world revolves around him. (Don't tell him, he'll be very upset. The world is terrible.) Do I need you to get that in order to understand my work and be "smart"? Fuck no. It's an Easter Egg. Also, it amuses me. Sometimes you need to know the number or the colour for your immersion, so I generate one in a way that has meaning for me.

There is shit in that story that I know you'll never get, because I based it off shit I wrote as a teenager that you'll never read. (It was terrible. I fixed it. I think.) This is my own personal "Glass Onion" (the song, not so much the movie). I am not obliged to imbue everything with a meaning for you to find. I'm not secretly trying to tell you Paul is dead! I'm just a human being with a sense of humour who gets bored - and sloppy and confused too.

So maybe the curtains are blue because I'm cribbing the setting off this motel room I stayed at one time and the curtains were blue. Maybe I'm saying "Hi" to my dog. Or the Blue's Clues dog. Maybe, god help us, there were actual blue curtains at the time and place I set my story and you'd see them if you found a photo. But I'm not gonna tell you if it doesn't matter. And it's not your job to make it matter if you don't get it. You can still pick up what I'm laying down. And, dammit, if you spend too much time wrapped up in the curtains, you might miss the rest of it.

There seems to be some idea that Art is hard and artists (at least #Real_Artists) must be something more than human to do it. Oh. My. God. Literally! You created this thing? Everything is there because you put it there? Everything that exists here is a thought-child you birthed from your brain like Athena? With intent? I enjoy it so much! It feels so real! How do you DO that? And, for fuck's sake, it's the same way you make a yummy sandwich or pick out a ripe melon or trim the cat's nails without getting a wound that needs stitches. You decide you want to, and you keep at it until you get good at it. You don't need to ask permission or pay a fee. The world is a classroom. Go learn. Keep trying until you figure out a way that works for you, or you decide you'd rather learn something else - and then go learn that instead.

The pedestal is very flattering, but nobody belongs up here. The very idea of a pedestal is preventing people from picking up a tool and making a thing. Can you, a mere mortal, really create a new reality from scratch, where everything is intentional and full of meaning? FUCK no! Nobody can do that! Sometimes I am lovingly imbuing every facet of my creation with meaning, and sometimes I go, "I need something there. Huh. That looks good." This is where platypuses come from! And I love them! If you don't love a platypus, WTF is wrong with you?

See??

Look, Creationism has no place in our schools. Natural selection is a thing. If I'm drawing on a real experience that involved blue or blue curtains, you may get some blue curtains. That is a real thing that happens all the time. It's not fair to torpedo someone's earning potential because, wherever you're coming from, blue makes you feel sad. You shouldn't be in a position to do that, that is not a job that needs doing.

*sigh* And, I will let you in on a dirty little secret. Sometimes I drop a stitch when I'm working, and I notice it later, and I realize I can hook that thing and make something look really cool and intentional. But it wasn't. It's there because I needed something there and it looked good. Ah, but as I've been writing, I've generated a reason for it to be there, and I now I have an opportunity to grab that sucker. I have picked up some amazing dropped stitches. I'm thinking of one in particular, a long series of dropped stitches, and when I was able to pick them all up in one swoop, I pretty much leapt up and screamed, "THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM! I LIVE IN THE MATRIX! SOMEBODY PUT THIS HERE AND I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!" (I haven't published it yet, it's gonna be a while.) Be that as it may, you live in the Matrix with me, and the Architect might leave something like that for you too. It's not 'cos I'm doing it on purpose.

If everything must have a purpose and you're not allowed to enjoy the work unless you find every last one like it's Wally/Waldo, you may find that you've lost some of the gestalt, and the virtuosity, and the feeling. That's what started happening to me when I went to college to "learn about literature." There was value in that. Comp. Lit. was fantastic! But, they are trying to sort you into an appropriate pay grade (mine is "Institutionalized and/or Housewife") , and they must judge something. The amount of Waldos you've found is quantifiable! And so, the academic need to huck Art into a juicer also has a basis in Capitalism. Man, that shit gets everywhere.

If you love it, like Mrs. Hillburn, go for it. We see you, and we leave things for you to find, like the dev team hides gag gifts in Dracula's castle for the completionists. But if it sucks all the life out of the work and makes it a joyless slog, like it did for me - stop. Please. Or go rip up some other artist's work that's already been sacrificed for the purpose and analyzed to death. It's almost impossible to read The Great Gatsby for its own sake anymore. Even if you're out of school, you're still gonna remember finding the Waldos and tick all the boxes every time. I hope like hell going into the Public Domain can fix that.

I will finish with a tortured metaphor, because that's what I do. That's fun for me. Let's say I'm God. (Because I am. Did I say "simile"? Right. I'm God and your prayers are keeping Me up at night. Cut that out.) I've made this frog*!

I made him because I love making things - and because I love making things, I made a lot of things, and I think I'm pretty good at that. But it's no fun for Me if I don't get to share him with someone who can love him just as much as I do - for whatever reasons of their own. Adam! Look! Look at the frog I made!

Yes, Adam, you can play with him however you like! Isn't it neat how everything about him fits together? See his little toesies? If you rub his tummy, his little legs kick. Ha. Uh, you might be stressing him out a little, there, Adam. But that's okay! I made him for you to LOVE and...

Adam, what are you doing with the scissors?

Ah. Well, yes. Yes. The insides of things are very interesting. Yes, everything about him fits together. Yes, if you hook him up to a battery, his little legs kick. Ah, but he's dead. You do know that you've killed him, right? OK. Well, look, if you really want to understand how frogs work that badly, I don't mind if you cut one up...

Or two...

ADAM, THAT IS NOT WHAT FROGS ARE FOR! I want them to LIVE, I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No, if that's how you want to play with the frogs, I guess...

ADAM. WHY ARE YOU CREATING AN INSTITUTION THAT TEACHES ALL YOUR CHILDREN THAT'S WHAT FROGS ARE FOR?

What? No! Don't... Don't PUNISH them for refusing to cut up the frogs, WTF is WRONG with you? No, no, of course they must engage with the frogs to understand them - I DO want all of you to understand them! Please don't ever think I don't! - but there's a LIMIT to... No, of course I still love you, but you don't have to...

If you do that to every frog you see, there will not be any more frogs, are you hearing me? I WILL STOP MAKING THEM OUT OF SPITE.

*sigh* No. Of course I won't actually stop making frogs, but... Can we at least come to an understanding that sometimes the curtains are blue?

*I know it's a toad. I needed a Public Domain image of a frog cupped lovingly in human hands, and the best image on the first page happened to involve a toad. Paul lives (as of this writing), and the platypus exists because I thought it looked cool. Now put down the onion and go analyze something else.

#art #art criticism #the curtains are blue #long post #cw: metaphorical frog dissection i dunno what you wanna do with that #academia #capitalism #writing #frogs #platypuses #tortured metaphors involving frogs and platypuses #i'm beginning to realize many of my reactions would get more traction as video essays but i don't know how to make those #and i don't want to participate in petty drama anyway #i just wanna contribute to the conversation #hi mrs. hillburn i know you meant well #the system is so rotten tho

[bon-is-gone]

https://www.tumblr.com/bon-is-gone/748757237890170880/fluttershy-so-yeah-i-made-mlp-infection-au?source=share

*perks up* found this trend a while ago and I loved seeing mlp infection aus...idk why but I think mlp horrors are the best horrors! Like human horrors make me feel uncomfortable but replace the humans with colorful ponies and I wanna see it! (My random guess is, not knowing if I'm right or not, because I'm scared of it being transmitted to humans?) Anyway, now I'm curious about it!

What are the stages? How did it begin? You planning to make a bunch of art for it? Write a story via comic or written or as I've seen some do...videos? Or just draw a bunch of ponies infected? Sorry if I'm pushy or nosey...just fluttershy went from 0-100 so fast in your pics of her and looked so good...she looked so cute before infection and terrifying after! You have a great artstyle! I just had to learn if this was a one hit-thing or if it will bloom into a story or something!

AGDHAGDHSGDHAGSHGA I STILL CANT GET USED TO THE FACT THAT PEOPLE LIKE MY STUFF AND IVE BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR NOW HDGAJGXISHDJ THANKYOUTHANKYOYTAHNKYOUTHANKYOU-

Ah yes, my favorite subject

Dying ponies with rabies 😌

Imma try and answer all the questions amigo, however I'm writing this in 2 in the morning with a sh*t ton of adrenaline from the fact that you asked (I'm gonna have a heart attack oh lord) so do forgive me if I missed one-

Oh ehem-

Stages

So the sickness which I took for this au is Rabies! Which I think a lot if you might know what it is. Ofcourse, this is a more messed up type of rabbies. There's only 3 stages since the person transforms quickly(in a 1 day). 1st stage: after the pony gets bit by a subject with rabbies they start feeling weak, tired and nauseous. They also all of a sudden get scared of water 2nd stage: the ponies body starts to hurt, usually specific body parts feel the most pain (for example with fluttershy its her front hooves), which then start to get longer, stretching. 3rd stage the ponies body becomes disfigured, they become extremely aggressive and blood-thirsty, foam will start pouring out of their mouth and completely forget who they were before.

How did it begin?

Some chemist pony probably tried to find a cure for different types of sickness in the mlp world but instead made a potion for the missed up rabbies. He tested on some animals and one of them escaped. The animal got to fluttershy(because she's always with animals so she shall be the first victim) and bit her. The infection would continue on with twilight who wanted to go check up on her but instead got attacked.

You planning to make a bunch of art for it?

Oh buddy. OH BUDDY- I already nade some sketches of how twilight and Pinkie pie are before and after getting infected. I do want to draw some background ponies with those meters (you know those ones with like "hunger: 50%" or something) specifically this guy

SILVER ZOOM 😎 I found him whilst browsing the mlp wiki for background ponies and omg I LOVE HIS DESIGN AJGDHSHDHWHDHDH

Also this fella

Crystal earth gives me "I FELL INLOVE WITH AN EMO GIRL" vibes and I'm DIGGING IT

Write or make a story/comic/video? Or just draw a bunch of ponies infected?

I'm not a writer so hard pass on the story. Comic would LOVE to do that, however I'm not used to drawing ponies like, at all, So it takes me a really long time to get the look right(especially with all the different angles of the head, yikes). Now, the video? Hell f*cking yeah. I planned on making a video 100% doing it like people do on tiktok (or in my case youtube because I am not going to that wretched place, no offense to anyone who goes there) but never made it since I got sidetracked with other stuff lmao. So currently I will stick to just solely making art, but I will make a video about it no doubt. Complete story? Probably not.

Again thank you so much for asking! It makes me super happy when people ask me about my stuff or just opinions on anything. (I did not get held enough as a child God damn-) and no worries about being pushy! (You weren't honestly)

This was Bon, signing out

#mlp infection au #mlp #its about rabies :d #poor fluttershy lmao