#this is why current artists draw him all skinny

[hornets-nest666]

Many people have some questions regarding to the choices we've made. The purpose of this post is to provide a clear understanding of the situation, to prevent the spread of misinformation or baseless criticism.

So, let's start with the first character we want to discuss: Rosco. There were people who didn't approve of his design and appearance. In the animated series, Rosco was on the heavier side, but in the comics, currently, he is thin, even skinny. Then why? We want to be honest with you instead of trying to kiss your ass and make excuses. We see him like this. Yes, it's that simple. It's like how Connie sees Sheba as being full, even though she is not portrayed that way in the canon. (And right now, I'm talking about this person's creative work, not the person themselves. I have never criticized Connie's creativity.)

By the way, we'll get to Sheba a little later.

I want to highlight a crucial aspect that many people have overlooked. Roscoe was a plump kid since his early years, and he faced bullying from his peers due to his weight. Our intention is to shed light on the challenges that overweight individuals, especially children, may face.

To be honest, I myself was a witness to bullying at school. Regrettably, it is a common issue that many children have to experience. However, it is important to note that we strongly disapprove of this behavior and, on the contrary, aim to raise awareness about this problem.

No one should be subjected to humiliation based on their physical appearance or any unique features they may have. This applies to people of all body types, regardless of being overweight or thin. Unfortunately, some individuals choose to overlook this and instead resort to intimidation and derogatory remarks, accusing us of being fat phobic.

Now, let's address the questions concerning Sheba. Some people, particularly those who are fans of Connie, have been upset with her physique. These people argue that Sheba being overweight is normal while being thin is not, and accuse me of being fat phobic for not portraying her that way.

Let's make something clear. These people claim that Sheba as overweight, and some have even attempted to prove that she was depicted as such in the original work, despite the fact that I have previously provided evidence (which can be found below) that debunks this rumor.

I am not judging their interpretation of the character in any way. Clearly, they appreciated how Connie illustrated the character, and for that, I am happy for them. However, it is unnecessary for them to shove their personal head canons on everyone else. No one is required to draw the way you want them to. Many people hold various opinions on this character. However, I, personally, along with my assistant Leila and our translator Kalu, perceive her like this and it's NOT BAD. Surprisingly, the negative reaction towards the portrayal of Sheba came as a shock to us. It seemed as though everyone prefers exclusively caring for overweight individuals, while negatively judging thin individuals solely based on their body size. This situation seems to exhibit a double standard.

Do you enjoy Connie's artwork? Well, why are you still here? Instead, you should be on her blog. I've come across several artists who portrayed characters differently from how I imagined them. What do you think I did? I simply continued to browse through their artwork without resorting to trash-talking or discussing it in a chat room with my friends.

There's a simple truth: if you appreciate someone's work, you follow them; if you don't, you just move on. I have no intention of apologizing for my work or belittling myself in front of those individuals who think it's acceptable to insult an artist based on their perspective. By reacting this way, you only reveal that you have nothing better to do.

Let's recall our most memorable April Fool's JOKE, which left a lasting impression on many people. I never thought people could get so offended by a really harmless joke.

Interestingly enough, it was Connie's fans, as well as Connie herself, who seemed to be the most offended. It seems that the significant age difference in the prank was taken quite seriously.

However, let me explain everything in order. Bendy, at the age of 18, is naturally inclined towards romance and has always followed his heart's desires. Regardless of anyone's attempts to dictate his dating choices, Bendy's rebellious nature ensures he remains unaffected, simply pursuing relationships with whomever he chooses.

Moreover, it is important to acknowledge that in my country, the transition into adulthood begins at the age of 18, and this fact cannot be denied. From the age of 18, individuals have the freedom to make their own decisions and shape their own lives. Consequently, once I reach the age of 18, I can start a relationship with a man who is 50 years old, since I will legally be considered an adult and capable of making my own choices. If you don't like it then you should direct your arguments towards the laws and regulations of my country, rather than towards me personally. You can try to reach out to Putin himself for a response.

Furthermore, it is worth noting that the same principles apply not only in Russia, but also in certain states across the USA.

I also find it funny to see the hypocrisy of individuals, who consider Bendy to be a child, while behaving in a deceitful manner. Why don't you bring up Bendy's 18+ content? Why don't you express surprise and concern about Bendy's age, saying something like, "Wait, Bendy is only 18!" It seems dishonest, doesn't it?

I did not draw anything like this based on the Oswald and Bendy pairing, because it was meant to be a joke. It's surprising to realize that there are individuals who need even the simplest things to be explained to them.

And of course, there will be those who will immediately ask, "Well, if Bendy doesn't care, what is Oswald's perspective?"

Just like any guy who has discovered his perfect match.

A relationship isn't just about one person; it's a mutual connection. If Bendy had an issue with Oswald's age, he would have rejected him. And I'm certain Oswald would have respected that. It's surprising how others feel the need to criticize Bendy, an adult who can stand up for himself, for being content with his partner's age. He will find his way in life without their judgment.

(Leila: Speaking from my own life experience, my mom and dad are 11 years apart. They live normally, and it hasn't caused any problems so far. :b ✌️)

That marks the end of this post. I sincerely hope that, through this, you are able to understand and empathize with the opposite perspective. As I said, this post is purely explanatory, as there are still individuals who remain unwilling to understand. I will not apologize for my artistic expression or any of the actions taken. I do not perceive them as insignificant or as errors requiring forgiveness.

They simply represent my creativity, personal interpretations, and humorous anecdotes, which some of you may view as subpar.

In that case, kindly refrain from visiting my blog again.

Thank you for your attention. ♥️ Additionally, I would like to extend my gratitude to Leila, Kal, and my dedicated audience for their unwavering support. You all hold a special place in my heart. 😭💝

#babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #bendy and the ink machine #fan comic

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi so anon from the spy x family request, I would love to see a tic on them just as they are! Thx for considering my request tho!

I've gotcha, anon! :D One Lee!Damien, Ler!Anya fic coming right up!

“I already told you, I don’t want to be your friend! Go away!”

“The old man with the mustache told us we had to work together, Sy-Son.”

“That’s Master- Oh forget it!” Damien looked away with a glare, and Anya carried on with her coloring. The two were in the school library- assigned the task of finding a historical artifact from their textbooks and presenting it to Master Henderson via a drawing.

Really- they were being punished for arguing once more during class. Tontrious Bolts- Master Henderson decided- would do nothing in teaching them cooperation. Not to mention it would be inelegant to give out such a harsh punishment without some attempt at reforming them.

So here they were, Damien looking for things to draw while Anya colored in her current creation. “Well- at least don’t sit so close! Why are you next to me anyway? Can’t you sit across from me?”

“I can’t see the book from that far.” She told him, little lips pursed as she colored in Yor’s hair. Papa’s scribbled in form stood abnormally tall beside her, his crayoned face grumpy compared to Momma’s smiling one.

“Can’t see the book- you’re not even drawing anything from it yet!” Damien glared, snatching it up before Anya could react. “And what exactly is this? They look like aliens or something!”

“That’s Momma and Papa- give it back! I need to make Bond!” She reached around him, trying to get her paper. Damien only held it up higher from her reach, cheeks flushing at how close she was. “N-No way! I’m not done looking at it!” He turned his attention back to the drawing, trying to make sense of it all. “Why is she covered in blood?”

“That’s Momma’s swe-her! And she’s a-” Anya paused momentarily, eyes widening. “She’s a bad cook.”

“Okay…and the tall skinny man?”

“Papa! He’s the feelings doctor!” She declared proudly.

“He looks like a scarecrow.” Damien noted, stretching out his arms further as she tried to grab the drawing again. “You’re not that great of an artist.”

“Give it!” She whined, pushing on him as she reached for her creation. “I don’t have my family Fo-toe- Becky took it!” She never did get back. Papa got a replacement, but Anya wasn’t allowed to take it to school anymore. “Give me my drawing!”

“Make me!” Damien decided, looking smug as Anya failed to grab it again and again. He was clearly enjoying this, Anya fumed. What was she supposed to do?

A memory from the other day came back to her then.

“Delete it, now!” Momma was sitting on Papa, one hand reaching for his phone while the other tickled him. “It’s too embarrassing for the world!”

“Nehehehehhehever!” Papa declared, his face red and his smile big. Papa was a stubborn one. “I’ihihiihhll dehehehehehleehehehehte it lahahahahter!”

“Later isn’t good enough! Delete it now!” Momma was laughing just as much, finally getting the phone back when she poked his side a few times.

Hm…

“Sy-Son. Give it back, now.” Anya tried to make herself sound as tough as Momma, raising her chin and glaring at the other. Damien startled, surprised by the sudden mood change. Then he smirked, raising his own chin. “Why should I? What are you gonna do?”

Anya narrowed her eyes.

“What are you-Eh!” Damien jerked as little hands grabbed his sides, wiggling gently against his uniform shirt. Squirming, he shot his elbows down in an attempt to block her. “Whahat the hell are you doing?”

“Give me my drawing!” Anya told him again, delighted by the reaction she was getting. He was just like papa! “Or I’ll tickle you!”

“Yohoure already tihihickling me!” Damien yelped, soft giggles pushing up his throat as he tried to wriggle away. One hand pushed at hers while the other held the drawing out farther, refusing to give it up. “Iihihihihm nehehehehver gihihihiving it bahahahck!”

Anya growled, standing up and squishing further into his back, her hands coming around his torso to get at his belly. “I want my drawing back! Give it! I won’t stop until you do!”

Damien wanted to snap back something rude, but he was lost in giggles, doubling over and nearly falling out of his chair. “Ahehahahahha! Nohohoohoho! Stahahhahap ihihihihit yoohoohu ahahahahhass!”

“Never, shithead!” Anya cried back, tilting her head curiously at rare laughter coming from him. ‘Sy-Son’s got a nice laugh’.

Alot of things happened at once. Anya had managed to grab a corner of the drawing, her other hand still tickling like there was no tomorrow. Damien instinctively squeezed his hand shut around said drawing, determined to hang on to it. That’s when the chair lost balance, and the boy fell to the ground.

A loud tear filled the air between them.

“Heh..hehe…yo-you’re teheerible!” He groaned, pausing when he saw her face fall. Following her gaze, Damien’s eyes widened upon seeing the now torn drawing in hand. It had split up the middle, ripping her scribbled parents and dog in two. “Oh shit…”

Anya whimpered, green eyes filling with tears. “Momma…papa…”

Panicked, Damien scrambled to his feet, looking around the table for tape to fix it. “H-Hang on! I’ll put them back together! I can do this, I can fix it…” Realizing he had nothing of the sort, he felt himself on the verge of tears. “I can fix it! I can-”

“Sy-Son?” Anya was taken aback. She hadn’t expected for him to cry. Distracted from her tears, she scooted over and patted his head, startling the other. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

Damien bowed his head, sniffling. “I’m sorry. I ruined your drawing.”

“Yeah, and you’re a shit for it, Sy-Son.” She told him, earning a shocked laugh.

“At least the blood on her makes sense now.” He nodded at the paper, earning a poke to the belly. “A-Ai!”

“It’s not blood! It’s…” Anya gave up, pouting at the paper.

Damien wiped his eyes, taking a breath as he considered what to do. “Erm…I-I’ll help you. Make another one.” He looked away, cheeks heating up. Anya gaped.

And then she smiled.

~~~

Master Henderson had come back to the library expecting to find a drawing from the book he assigned them. Instead, he found Damien and Anya hovered over a paper, crayons in hand as Anya directed the boy on her mother’s hair. “You gotta make the loopy parts! It’s part of her head!”

“Loopy parts? You mean her hair?” He rolled his eyes, but did as she asked, scribbling in the lines.

They weren’t working on their assignment, but they were working together.

“A truly elegant display, Master Damien, Lady Anya.” He nodded in satisfaction, leaving them to carry on their drawing.

I hope this was good!

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@thatbigbisexual29 , @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022

#spy x family #anya forger #damien desmond #tickle #tickle fic #fluff

[masterjacobofficialblog]

How long have your OCs and the idea of this AU been with you?

To be honest, this is a very interesting question.

Speaking of OCs, I'm usually not a fan of creating original characters (whether it's based on a fandom or a completely orig characters), and if I do, then depending on my attachment to them, I can develop them within this fandom, and if it doesn't work out, I make them original and they cease to be characters based on fandom.

Speaking of the Unikitty fandom, that's exactly what I had. However....I had two "serious" fanchilds for Unikitty – Charlie and Jay, which were created by the crack ships Unibee and Hawkofrown. But I didn't get anything with an adequate plot, and therefore I decided to abandon them, restarting for one joint AU with another artist (at the moment this artist is not active for family reasons, but I warned you).

Their old design (now they look different and are the children of other couples):

Damn, how embarrassing it is to share my ancient babies.

Like those of my old OCs on this fandom (which now COMPLETELY belong to my original Universe), those two fankids were created in 2019 and, frankly, I feel like a cringe.

So technically, I have a bunch of AU (almost no one knows many of them), but I couldn't create AU with fanchilds for a long time.

And I later became less active in the Unikitty fandom because of other fandoms, but if it wasn't for one of them, I would then stop being more active in the Unikitty fandom in terms of content (because I will never leave it!). That's how I got my very first (as I remember) and my most thoughtful Frock fanchild in November 2020 – Jacob.

His first design:

It's cringy agan

Previously, his full name was Jacob Alan Frown, he wore one of Papa Brock's sweaters, and also at that time he did not have the current age, so I used to draw him at different ages, as if he had not changed at all from the word for many years.

It's terrible how skinny Alan is on the first art. And yes, the second and third pictures are parts of an old AU idea related to the intervention of Master Doom to Jacob, which I now hate because of unreasonable selfharm, and Jacob at that time was not fully registered as a person, not to mention other fanchilds

Well, by the summer-autumn of 2021, I redesigned Jacob, giving him a specific age and by that time inventing a design for Princess Cornelia (Unibee fanchild) and Leroy (Eaglecreeper fanchild, whom I subsequently redesigned together with his sis). And now you know Jacob with this particular design, not that Spanish shame.

The new design is much better than the old one, isn't it?)

But in addition to Jacob and other children, there will also be oniginal characters, among which will be Dr. Bunny (she will differ in appearance from the original), her sister Bonnibel, her own versions of the parents of other characters, other Frowntown children and many others.

And yes, I don't remember exactly when I came up with the idea to create an AU with Jacob and other children, but I think I created the beginning of his plot almost immediately with Jacob (and I then told this epic and humorous story to my friend and he liked it) and then I I started actively sawing content on it, which I do not regret exactly as about character redesigns or changes in the plot.

And also initially my AU might not exist in the Lego version (if you want to know why, ask questions, maybe I'll answer this question somehow)^^

Thank you very much for the question, it was not easy to answer it, because I was afraid of losing the context, but I hope you understood me) I'm waiting for more questions! See you soon!

#master jacob au #old design #it's so cringy #i really hate my old designs of jcb and his very skinny papa alan #and doom!jcb i don't like too #find 10 differences #but it's good.....maybe.... #what are you think about this? #🥺 #and English is not my native language #so I apologize wildly for possible logical errors ( #frock fanchild #unikitty fankid #unikitty oc #master jacob #unikitty #notice me senpai #unikitty anthro #unikitty humanoid #mod author

[snailor-bee]

OC Modern AU: Caged Hearts

This idea has been bouncing around my head for a while and I wanted to get it down somewhere! This mostly follows my OCs Carys and Solomon, with a bunch of friends OC's thrown into the mix! Owners are: Umi @aifozu , Maren @mewiyev , Renge @childofblackmaria , Coco @secretvoidvoid

I'm still thinking about ideas for this AU but I'm more than happy to discuss with anyone about it! So feel free to ask any questions or just talk to me about it lol. Also any mutuals who wanna discuss about specific OCs that I did or didn't include hmu. >:3c

Abyss owns a place pretty far outside of town. It’s basically a homestead even though Abyss has taken to working more and more often at his company in the city as his kids have gotten older.

Solomon and Carys have been raised as siblings, although Solomon is adopted. No one would be able to tell they weren’t blood related though, Solomon and Carys both look so much like their father.

They were originally homeschooled by Abyss and other tutors until Solomon put his foot down and demanded to go to a ‘real’ school. Carys went with him but only lasted a few days before reverting to being homeschooled.

Solomon is skinny and tall like their father, they’re all a similar shade of tan (Carys and Abyss a bit darker as they spend more time outside than Solomon prefers too). He’s got short black hair, dark eyes like Abyss, and is tattooed down both arms. He’s working on his chest currently. He’s going to college as a business major even though he’d really rather not. However, Abyss wants him to take over the family business and both know Carys would never do that. So it falls on Solomon. He’s also a few years older than Carys in this AU. What he’d really like to be though is an artist or a tattoo artist. He draws constantly.

Carys is perfectly satisfied living on their farm. She takes care of their animals every day but after being told she had to take a degree in something she is Languages major, simply because she has an ear for that sort of thing and being fluent in other languages is easy for her. She takes the courses online since she doesn’t care to attend a college in person. She looks largely the same as her normal human form however she’s a little more bulky since she works on the farm. She still enjoys singing and sparring with Solomon or their father.

Both siblings like to do underground cage fighting. Solomon a little less, since he’s honestly not much into fighting even though he’s not bad at it (for some reason Abyss knows a lot of different types of fighting styles and taught them both). It’s more for something to do, the entertainment of it all is thrilling. The energy of the crowd and being apart of something is intoxicating, and the money isn’t bad either. He gets Carys involved who does like the fighting aspect of it and hardly cares about anything else.

Solomon doesn’t really understand it but Carys has always been a little… odd. Not the greatest with society interactions and you’d think she was born in another century with the way she reacts to technology. She can call and begrudgingly text (it takes her forever) and that’s about it. Online school was initially a challenge because while Carys understood everything and could take tests, anything required to be typed (which was… everything) irritated her as she hated using a computer. Solomon eventually hooked her up with a typer, Bee, who would take Carys’ written pages and type them out for her to send in. The two become friendly.

Bee has recently gotten out of the military and is attending college as an English major. She’s older than most of the college students because of her military experience. She and Solomon had taken a few classes together which is why he thinks to ask her to help his sister out. She lives off campus with a few friends in an apartment and is a full-time student.

Their only other close friend is Maren, who was the one who originally introduced them to the underground fights. He works on their farm as a farmhand sometimes and both siblings enjoy his laid-back company.

Maren is a frequent fighter in the cages and although he loses just about as often as he wins, he loves it. He’s a big fan of the Donut Destroyer, a tall man with a huge following and always fights with a black and white striped scarf around the bottom half of his face. (People think the name is lame but everyone is to scared to tell him that). Maren later finds out that Carys and Solomon know him, like actually know him, and that he works at Abyss’ company. He begs Carys to go along with her on a random trip to Abyss’ work and he meets Katakuri there.

Solomon is on a dating app when he sees a drop-dead gorgeous woman on there. She’s got short white hair and is completely covered in blue lines of tattoos. Her name is Umi. She’s way above his league but he shots her a message anyway. They get to chatting and hit it off. They arrange a date, but it happens to be on a day that he’s supposed to be with Carys and he can’t pawn her off on Maren or Bee. In a panic because he doesn’t want to reschedule afraid that Umi will think he’s blowing her off he finds out about a Martial Arts tournament. Thinking Carys will at least find it a little interesting, he gets them tickets to that, tells her he’s going to be late, and takes off for his date.

(It goes super well and Solomon is basically in love at first sight. Umi is the coolest person he’s every met and they get along so well, it was hard to say goodbye. Solomon is EXTREMELY late when he finally manages to tear himself away and book it to the tournament.)

It’s most definitely ended by the time he shows up and he’s just in time to see Carys challenging a man to a fight. Luckily the man looks only mildly confused but that could just be his face (he looks high as fuck, what is wrong with people?? With the way he’s dressed, Solomon assumes he was in the tournament itself, how is he high). Forcibly dragging Carys away from the weirdo with the pineapple hair, he demands to know what happened.

Nothing happened, just Marco was a fantastic fighter and Carys wants to fight him, badly. Solomon gets them out of there but the next few days are torture listening to Carys drone on and on about the pineapple head. It’s clear to Solomon that she has a crush that she’s misplacing into an urge to fight the man but to Solomon’s knowledge, Carys has never really had a crush on anyone before and isn’t quite sure how to bring it up.

Life goes on except that Carys’ fights have been bringing in slightly less money. Solomon knows it’s because the crowd is becoming bored of her fights, she’s won almost all of her matches. So he goes to her, trying to beg her to intentionally lose a match. He knows she’ll never go for it and is shocked to see her think it over. There’s a gleam in her eye when she says “Yes, but only if you’ll tell me where I can find Marco.”

There’s nothing else to do. He does and she loses. Marco works at a gym named the Whitebeard Gym. Which happens to be the gym Maren attends (and is the one who gives Solomon this information). Maren ends up taking Carys and signing her up for the gym. After he explains how to use all the equipment, she goes by herself frequently and signs up for all of Marco’s classes. After being told her behavior of just… demanding he fight her was unacceptable (and would end up making him never fight her if she kept asking) she doesn’t ask but does make it a point to try to talk with him every time before or after one of his classes. At first it’s mostly fight related but slowly it becomes easier and more natural. Marco finds that he comes to enjoy their chats.

At some point, Solomon mentions that Carys must like Marco and when she asks him “how you can tell if you like someone?” Solomon tells her to ask Bee.

They discuss it together but Carys decides to show Bee Marco personally so she brings her to the gym. (Bee complaining the entire time because she does not want to go) However the class they have signed up to do isn’t being run by Marco (he’s away at another tournament) and Carys, annoyed, says they can go. But Bee has caught sight of their instructor, a tall handsome man with his long blond hair pulled back in a messy bun and the weirdest mustache she’s ever seen but hey, she’s already here. They stay to do the class and Bee about dies. After her near death experience they go to the front counter so Carys can ask when Marco should be back. Thatch, jokingly, asks Bee if she’s joining the gym and she snorts. “Not on your life.” “Not even for some eye candy?” he snaps back with a wide grin. Bee rolls her eyes. They can all see where Edward Newgate is surrounded by women from the class. When Bee finds out he’s the owner of the gym she’s impressed. Bee tells Carys to just take a picture of Marco to show her later, which Thatch teasingly says they don’t allow photos of instructors unknowingly. Knowing Carys will take that literally, Bee sighs aggressively before seeing Edward walking up to the counter. “Just do it like this,” she tells Carys before smiling at Edward and asking for a selfie with her instructor for her first and last workout. Edward of course is more than happy to oblige and she gets a selfie and drags Carys out of the gym before Thatch can make another remark.

When Marco gets back from his trip, he says he wants to watch one of Carys’ matches, which she’s thrilled about. Except it ends up against Sasaki, a powerhouse. Carys loses that fight but afterward, Marco asks her to dinner. (Unfortunately, he asks her in the backroom while she was talking with Coco, Sasaki’s girlfriend so Carys, not recognizing the offer for a date, invites them along.) The four of them go to a place nearby where Marco knows the people there.

It's just a food truck but it has tables set up outside of it and it’s still a nice atmosphere and the food is amazing. It’s owned by Renge with her partners Roger and Rayleigh. Renge is the chef and her and Roger both have highly successful Instagram accounts. (Roger with his ‘Vanlife’ that he shows off his travels, Renge when she’s not working and is traveling with him reviews food. Rayleigh is a photographer and takes nicer shots if either need more than a quick ‘aesthetic’ picture that they can take themselves.)

Marco, not super thrilled with the way Carys is bruised and battered from the fight with Sasaki, makes a few ill-placed remarks that after a while Sasaki reacts to and both women have to talk them both down from erupting into an all-out fight. Carys likes both Sasaki and Coco though and wants to have another fight with Sasaki (or just spar together) which with some encouragement from Coco, the man agrees to. And that’s all I have right now! I’m still thinking things through. :0

Notes that I have which I’m unsure where to put: Marco has a blue parrot named Moby that only gets along with his brothers and hates females. So when Carys first meets him, Marco is assuming Moby will get possessive. However, Carys handles Moby extremely well (she’s very good with animals) and Marco is amazed.

I wasn’t sure what to do for Umi job so she doesn’t have as much information as I’d like, but just know Solomon is down BAD and they are extremely cute together.

The age ranges for Solomon and Carys are in their early twenties. Whitebeard, Abyss and Katakuri are in their 40s, while everyone else is generally below that somewhere. (Thinking Roger/Rayleigh are in their late 30s though). Marco in his mid-twenties along with most of his brothers, barring Ace.

#modern AU caged hearts #one piece oc #bee writes #bee writing

[locoluis]

A short list of my OCs

In this post, I want to publish some references and a short summary describing some of my many OCs.

This is a work in progress.

Before I start, let me talk about my author avatar, Locoluis, “Howling mad Luis” in English. He's based on my real self, though he goes out a lot more, is much more imposing and way better at a lot of things than I am. He's a humble, unattractive, absent-minded, stubborn, impulsive, opinionated and rather boorish man of many talents, though he's still a code monkey like me.

My OCs belong to three separate stories, though they may be considered to belong to the same universe, as some characters from different stories have met each other.

The Evans family

The green-eyed, four-children Evans family is currently taking the spotlight among my many OCs. They came into existence while I was playing Drawception, I got the prompt "Drawing on the walls", so I went for a kid's stick people doodle of her family.

I'm not sure why they ended up being Welsh, as until that point I had no idea about Welsh culture or anything. Nowadays I entertain the idea that they live in a cottage near some small, remote-ish town somewhere in The Valleys, about a couple hours away from Cardiff by bus.

Frank, b.1977. Black hair, glasses, 195cm tall, loving and caring father, lanky-looking but very strong, scary and skilled with his fists when provoked, though he avoids conflict. He's a registered nurse. Upon the death of his mother Hedwig (from whom he got his black hair), his father Caedfal entrusted him the family cottage.

Kelly (née Morgan), b. 1978. Shoulder-length light blond hair, pointy nose, 170cm tall, loving but strict, fussy and a neat freak. Has a part-time remote job as an accountant. I'm not good at drawing people of different ages, so she often looks much younger than she actually is. Kelly's parents, Ethan and Jane, are alive and well.

Frank, b.1977. Black hair, glasses, 195cm tall, loving and caring father, lanky-looking but very strong, scary and skilled with his fists when provoked, though he avoids conflict. He's a registered nurse. Upon the death of his mother Hedwig (from whom he got his black hair), his father Caedfal entrusted him the family cottage.

Kelly (née Morgan), b. 1978. Shoulder-length light blond hair, pointy nose, 170cm tall, loving but strict, fussy and a neat freak. Has a part-time remote job as an accountant. I'm not good at drawing people of different ages, so she often looks much younger than she actually is. Kelly's parents, Ethan and Jane, are alive and well.

Frank and Kelly knew each other since early childhood, but only started dating during their university years; they have three daughters and a son:

Mary, b. 2001. Very long strawberry blond hair, quite skinny though with nice legs she's quite eager to show off. 175cm tall, outgoing, rebellious, reckless, impulsive and rather stupid. She loves music and can play the guitar and other instruments. She also does modelling. Has a boyfriend named Alfred James, though their relationship is fairly unstable.

Pam, b. 2005. Ginger hair with pigtails. 155-160cm tall, sensitive, considerate, anxious, shy and self-conscious about her body. She's also ridiculously cute, and puberty hit her like a train, which unfortunately means she gets a lot of unwanted attention. She's artistically talented, and has a beautiful singing voice. A remarkable student, she does well in all subjects except PE, which she hates with a passion. She's also addicted to chocolates, which she gets in a steady supply from her many secret admirers, including her classmate Arthur Jones, who she may date eventually, just not now.

Annie, b. 2008. Short auburn hair with a fringe, buck teeth. 135-145cm tall, quite silly, tomboy-ish and fun loving, loves gardening, rabbits and rabbit-themed things, and playing with dirt, has trouble concentrating in classes. She's not a pretty girl, but her charisma, playfulness and innocent irreverence has secured her a job as a child model. She's in a relationship with a boy named Harold Brown, who is two years her senior.

Rob, b. 2011. Ginger hair swept to the side, glasses, 120-130cm tall, not quite a child genius but still very smart and imaginative, loves reading, writing stories and stargazing before sunrise. Even as a toddler, he was quick to figure out how to use smartphones and computers. Amelia Thomas is a blonde girl one year his junior, and they seem to like each other a lot. Amelia's sister Emilia is one of Pam's classmates.

They have a black cat named Snuggles, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Corduroy, a Welsh Sheepdog named Liz, and a few sheep and other animals.

Lidia's coven

Now on to the witches, all of which are OCs I created during 2021 while playing Drawception.

Lidia Salazar, b. 1990 in Chiloé Island, Chile. 175cm tall, waist-length brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin... and breasts the size of basketballs, which she claims are naturals.

I loved her design so much that I became quite addicted at drawing her on Drawception... and that got me into trouble at some point. At some point I started drawing a slimmed down version of her, which carried upon her first appearances on Interference; that was just a temporary form, an illusion. There were some lessons I needed to learn and some disruptive behaviour I needed to correct, but bodyshaming her is not a valid form of criticism, so now she's back to her voluptuous self.

She found out about her powers and her past during her 17th birthday. Before that, she was a smart but rather mean, grumpy and rebellious schoolgirl.

She later got a degree in Chemistry and a job at Tarasov Labs, a biotechnology and, later, bioinformatics company. But that's just her day job. She practices witchcraft mainly at night. She also streams in Twitch and has an OnlyFans account. Sometimes she travels to space in order to mine asteroids for valuable metals and gems. She also works as a plus-size model from time to time. Eventually, she becomes quite wealthy.

She's the latest in a series of incarnations, all of them named "Lidia" and raised by adoptive parents; she was originally born in Crete in 1514 BC, or so she claims. She doesn't actually remember much from her past incarnations tho. Anyways, she's a very ancient and potentially very powerful witch; however, as her current incarnation is relatively young, she has a long way before mastering her powers.

Nevertheless, she ends up becoming the leader of her own coven. The following are her “sisters”.

Sonia Lincomán, long black hair, brown eyes. Aside from being a witch, she's an airline pilot. Sonia has two twin daughters, Sofía and Rebeca White, both grey-eyed redheads like their late father, who also became witches and joined Lidia's coven.

Alfonso Salazar, nephew of Lidia's adoptive father, Rebeca's husband and the only male human in the coven.

Yolanda Thévenet, Chilean of Haitian descent, from a family of Vodou priests. Aside from being a witch, she's a sax player and a swimsuit and lingerie model.

Nina Rojas, black hair in twin braids, she's the youngest witch in the coven. Has two friends, Felipe and Lalo; one day, Lidia found them trespassing on her house, and Lidia turned Nina into a witch by biting her shoulder.

Porotito is Lidia's pet black cat and familiar, and the coven's mascot. While he usually manifests as a cat, sometimes he assumes an anthropomorphic form.

Sueños del Sur - the Martínez Gómez family

In 1994, when I was still in high school, I started writing a story about a lower-middle-class family living in a town on the coast in southern Central Chile, which took place between 1994 and 1998.

I once tried publishing this story as a webcomic, but years later I found myself unhappy with the result, and so I put the project on hold. I plan to make a complete reboot of the story during 2023.

Juan Carlos Martínez Nishida (b. 1956), son of a Chilean marine biologist and a Japanese school teacher. Intelligent, optimistic and cheerful, but also a bit irresponsible, he's a technician who doesn't last long in the same job. He likes to listen to the problems of others and to give advice.

Clara Gómez Poblete (b. 1959), born in Talca from a furniture maker and a retired textile worker. She likes to travel, to talk with friends at the Centro de Madres or at her small grocery shop. She gets bored easily, hates being alone, has a short temper and is quite bossy to her children.

Together, Juan and Clara have four children:

Hugo, b. 1979, short dark brown hair, glasses, tall and slim. Outgoing, cheerful and fun loving, but also irresponsible and lazy. He's prone to rather short-lived streaks of mad genius, often leaving many incomplete projects on his wake. Otherwise, he's a typical 90s teen who likes skating, hip-hop and playing basketball. He ends up becoming an Electric Engineer and marrying former classmate Carola Gutiérrez, with whom he has two children, Felipe and Laura.

Rosa, b. 1982, waist-length black ponytail worn in a fuchsia ribbon in a bow, thicc legs. Dreamy, compassionate, sensitive and quite active, although pessimistic and prone to intense mood swings. She's been great at cooking since childhood and also loves swimming and staying outside in the cold. Now a married pastry chef, has a fraternal twin son and daughter.

Eliana, b. 1984, short (140 cm as an adult), very skinny girl with very long brown hair (310 cm at her longest). Perfectionist, stubborn, ambitious, studious and elitist. She's also incredibly quick and agile, though also very weak and needs to sleep a lot. She enjoys reading, solving puzzles and knitting. She later becomes a Paediatrician, gets married and has a daughter named Violeta.

Pedro, b. 1985. Darker skinned, robust, muscular and unusually strong. While the four siblings practised Karate during childhood, Pedro was the best of them. Brave, courageous, proud and eager to show his skills and training. He became quite popular at his town, earning a lot of respect and admirers even as a child. As an adult, he works as a trucker and often participates in MMA events in Brazil. Unlike his siblings, he had lot of girlfriends through the ages and never married.

#oc #oc artwork #fiction

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Late Autumn Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 秋阑之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Release in CN: 19 November 2021 ]

A slight bustle can be heard from the front courtyard of the Occultist’s Guild.

My head droops as I stand in front of Gavin. Rayne comes over curiously.

[Note] Rayne doesn’t have a sprite here, but he appeared in Ch 1-7:

Gavin: Is his face squarish? Or rounded? Does he have any distinct traits?

Rayne: Is he fat or skinny? Rounded or flat?

Gavin: There aren’t any flat demons.

Shaking my head, I retrieve a pen and paper and place them on the table. With a few swishes, I draw a portrait of the demonic entity and hand it to Gavin.

It’s a long story...

While I was patrolling the streets in the early morning, the demonseeker suddenly shifted, pointing at a demon which was about to attack a young maiden in a shadowy corner of the market street.

Just as I was about to catch him, he blew poisonous gas at me. By the time I returned to my senses, I realised that I was struck with a muting poison, and rendered unable to speak.

When I rushed back to the Occultist’s Guild, I happened to bump into Gavin and Rayne.

Gavin pinches the portrait and scrutinises it with Rayne. After a while, the both of them look up at the same time.

Rayne: Miss MC, the portrait you drew of the perpetrator is truly... artistic perfection.

One can barely tell that it’s a human silhouette from the head and four limbs on the portrait. I avert my gaze quietly.

Gavin: Cough. You didn’t see anything else aside from a hazy shadow?

I nod with certainty, subconsciously opening my mouth to describe it. However...

MC: ...mmph mmph!

I pick up the pen and paper. After writing a few lines, I hand the sheet to Gavin.

Gavin takes the paper, and he lapses into silence momentarily.

Gavin: Based on your description, he might be a wanted criminal from the Occultist’s Guild. He's good at concealment and producing poison. Those who were poisoned were unable to speak for around twelve hours, but their lives weren’t in danger. 

Gavin: They were more or less like you - they noted a fragrance but didn’t see him. That’s why the Occultist’s Guild doesn’t have his portrait till this day.

Hearing this, I add another line.

Reading my writing, a hint of a smile appears in Gavin’s eyes.

Gavin: You want me to catch him for you, and avenge you?

I nod. Gavin’s smile grows deeper, and he keeps the portrait.

Gavin: Sure. I’ll catch him for you.

Gavin: But making blind guesses based on the portrait isn’t of any use. Why don’t we retrace your steps from before, and see if there are any clues?

Rayne: I’ll help out! The Guild is following a duty roster today, and I happen to be free.

Seeing Gavin’s expression, Rayne adds on quickly.

Rayne: All the uncles in the Guild always mention how Gavin and Miss MC share close rapport, and have vanquished countless demons. I wish to learn more from the both of you! Since there isn’t any useful information from the portrait, where should we start? Sigh. Why does such a stupid big sister exist...

Feigning maturity and experience, he sighs.

Rayne: It is a pitiful thing to be rendered mute from poison. I’ll buy you some delicious food later.

MC: ...

I lean down, writing something on the paper before stuffing it to Gavin secretly.

MC: “In that case, I’ll have to trouble Senior Occultist Gavin to be my mouthpiece for now.”

After reading my words, specks of a smile suddenly bloom in his eyes. He nods.

Gavin: I’ll live up to your expectations in completing this task.

-

There is a busy flow of people on the street. Since it’s currently the most suitable season for setting up stalls, the sounds of people peddling their wares along the street can be heard, creating a pretty lively atmosphere.

Gavin: You detected a unique fragrance when you met the demon here?

I nod to convey that he’s correct, scanning the surroundings carefully.

All of a sudden, I discover that Rayne has disappeared without a trace.

Gavin: Rayne went to investigate a neighbouring market street, so there’s no need to worry about him.

Although Rayne is young, he’s naturally intelligent and aspires to vanquish demons like Gavin. Today, he seems to have rolled up his sleeves for battle, eager to get into action.

Gavin leads me over to a stall at the other end of the street.

The stall owner has his head lowered as he tidies his items. He’s wearing a leather cap and a purple robe with a turndown collar. Numerous items from foreign lands are displayed at his stall.

Gavin: Sorry to interrupt. Did you hear or see anything abnormal this morning?

The stall owner lifts his head in response to the resound. Gavin and I are taken aback for a while. Brown hair, bluish green eyes, and a curled moustache - he’s a Persian merchant.

Persian merchant: #¥%¥%#......&......*%&%

He utters a whole bunch of things, and even flails his arms.

Gavin: ...what did you say?

The tone of the Persian merchant becomes even more urgent, and he flails his arms right in front of Gavin. Gavin dodges.

Persian merchant: Escape... demon... fragrance...

Gavin furrows his brows.

After carefully discerning these words, I tug on Gavin’s sleeve confidently. I point at the Persian merchant, then at my ear.

Gavin: You understand Persian?

I nod.

Fortunately, while this Persian merchant isn’t fluent in speaking Serenos language, he’s able to understand it.

After explaining this to Gavin using hand gestures, Gavin watches on in confusion.

Seeing this, the Persian merchant at the side continues blabbering on.

MC: Mmph mmph!

Persian merchant: @#@#%......&@#¥%......

Gavin looks as though he’s experiencing a massive headache.

Gavin: ...

Gavin: Don’t say anything for now.

Gavin points the hilt of his sword at the Persian merchant. The latter understands this, and stands in place.

Gavin looks at me with slight resignation.

Gavin: Come over here. There’s no hurry to explain. 

I shift over, and Gavin speaks to the Persian merchant.

Gavin: I’ll ask you questions, and all you have to do is nod or shake your head. This morning, did you see someone you had never seen before on this street?

The Persian merchant nods, akin to a chicken pecking at rice.

Gavin: That person appeared out of the ordinary, and seemed to be escaping?

In a respectful manner, the Persian merchant does a thumbs up gesture while nodding at Gavin.

Gavin: Did you get a clear view of his appearance? Or any distinct traits?

The Persian merchant’s expression is serious while he recollects. Then, he shakes his head.

Something occurs to him, and he suddenly points at me and nods.

Persian merchant: This morning... met... her...

Gavin: [sighs] ...

MC: ...

So the person he saw this morning was me... That long and torturous session turned out silly and fruitless. With a darkened expression, I pull on Gavin as we walk to another area.

-

After an afternoon of making inquiries, we manage to find one key piece of information.

Most of the stall owners stated that they smelt a unique fragrance. Although they aren’t sure what it is specifically, all of them mentioned a certain scent of bitter bamboo.

Gavin calls a pigeon from the Guild to send this information to Rayne, getting him to investigate all the locations growing bitter bamboo.

After the pigeon flies away, Gavin looks up at the sky. He halts in his footsteps, then gives me an indolent smile from the side.

Gavin: I’m a little tired after walking for an entire afternoon. Let’s find a place to sit down for a while.

-

The river in Serenos flows from outside the city, flowing through the market streets, circling the four seasons, regardless of the ups and downs of life.

Gavin and I are sitting shoulder to shoulder on a stone bench at the end of the street. Autumn leaves pelt onto the surface of the river opposite us, floating away quickly.

I’m holding a bag of fried chestnuts, peeling them slowly.

Gavin bought these chestnuts. This season is suitable for eating chestnuts. The soft fragrance diffuses with the wind and is carried across the entire street.

After peeling a whole bunch of them, I wave my hand in front of Gavin.

There’s a peeled chestnut in my hand.

Gavin: You peeled it for me?

He seems to be in a daze. Without any pen and paper, I grab Gavin’s hand, unfurling his hand and writing on his palm.

MC: “What are you thinking about? You aren’t eating any chestnuts.”

After reading this, Gavin lifts his hand, pointing at the rows of trees next to the river - there are rows and rows of golden yellow tinges of autumn.

Gavin: I just realised that autumn has already arrived in Serenos. 

Gavin: The passage of time seems to be moving much more quickly than before.

So that’s the reason why he was in a daze earlier. I watch as withered leaves are continuously blown by the autumn breeze, and how passers-by are akin to a weave as they continuously step across the leaves.

It’s as though the shadow on the sundial is shifting much more slowly. Right now, Serenos seems to belong to us as we stare at the scenery.

MC: “Perhaps we feel the transience of time when we’re happy. This means that you’ve been having a pretty good year, and that you often feel happy. It’s been a pretty good year for me too. I learnt many things from you, and am now considered an established Occultist in the Guild too. I heard that Senior Occultist Gavin doesn’t like dealing with people. And yet, he’s willing to teach me little by little how to become a good Occultist who can vanquish demons. I wonder how I should repay such a camaraderie?”

With the final stroke, I look up at Gavin with a mischievous glance, wanting to tease him.

Gavin aches his brows slightly. Supporting himself indolently with his palms, he tilts his chin, exuding a somewhat youthful aura.

Gavin: Repayment... you can owe it to me for now. When I decide on what it is, I’ll ask for it.

With a grin, I nod in acknowledgement. Swaying my legs, I stare at the faraway scene. A corner of his sleeve flutters along with the breeze, and the colour blue enters my vision.

In a trance, words barge into my heart without reason, and I write them on Gavin’s palm gently.

Dazed, I do not realise where I am. The colour of the water and the gleam of the sky are both a deep azure.

[Note] This is the last line of a poem called 《夜泊宁陵》(“Mooring for the Night at Ningling”) by Song Dynasty poet Han Ju. The poem conveys the sense of disorientation one has when in a liminal space.

It’s as though there are thousands of colours in this world, and tens of thousands of sights. Yet, there’s only one person who is breathtaking.

An arm crosses over, grabbing onto my wrist. Gavin taps on my forehead with resignation.

Gavin: Look at what you’re holding in your hand.

Lowering my head, I’m stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

It turns out that a ginkgo fruit from above had rolled into the paper bag in my arms, and I happened to pick it up.

Seeing my silent laughter, Gavin can’t help but curl his eyes into a slight smile.

Rayne: Senior Gavin! Miss MC! I found new clues!

Rayne’s voice drifts from afar. From across the excitement, Gavin and I share a glance before standing up at the same time.

Rayne: I did some investigating according to Senior Gavin’s clue. A stall owner mentioned that the only place growing bitter bamboo is the Perfume Street. I remember that Miss MC detected a very fragrant smell when she was poisoned. When I asked the other stall owners, they said they also smelt a fragrance in the morning!

Various clues align. Rayne and I turn to Gavin.

Gavin: Let’s check out Perfume Street.

-

Shadows of people move around Perfume Street. The night is as dark as ink, and there are crimson gauze lanterns everywhere, dazzling to the eyes.

The needle of the demonseeker in my hand spins frenetically, unable to stop in a definite direction.

Gavin: There’s a demonic aura in the air. But it’s complex, which is why the demonseeker is unable to pinpoint a specific location. I’m afraid that what we’re doing now will inadvertently alert him. Rayne, search from the other end. We’ll meet again at the middle. If you spot him, don’t do anything rash. Just send a signal flare.

Rayne acknowledges this and leaves. In just a few moves, the petite figure vanishes in the night, disappearing among the layers of eaves.

Just as Gavin said, Rayne is naturally talented. Someday, he might even become a more outstanding Royal Occultist than Gavin.

While I’m pondering over this, someone bumps into my arm and Qixiong Ruqun, barely missing my Lingyun bun. The person apologises with a grin.

[Note] Qixiong Ruqun, also known as "chest-high ruqun", is a style of hanfu. It’s a unique type of ruqun with a high waistline above the bust.

Sneaking a peek at Gavin, she’s momentarily stunned by his looks before her companion tugs at her sleeves. They leave with a smile.

Lowering my eyes, I spot dust on my skirt from how we had rushed around earlier. I tug it secretly, hiding the dirty parts behind my back.

All of a sudden, someone grabs my hand, separated by fabric. Looking up, I see that the side of Gavin’s face has been softened by the gauze lanterns.

Gavin: There are many people here. Follow me closely.

With his tall frame, he holds my hand as we walk among the crowd. It’s as though we can continue walking like this forever. My heart stirs, and I return his grip.

All of a sudden, the demonseeker in my hand stirs frenetically. After a moment, the needle stops, and the sharp tip points at the stall beside us.

At the same time, a shadow lunges out from the stall, followed by a shrill cry.

Gavin: MC, southeast!

A fierce wind rustles in the night. The demon which was forced out attempts to flee in all directions, miasma morphing into claws and rushing southeast towards a maiden.

Gavin is currently tussling with it, and doesn’t have time for anything else. Lifting my sword, I lunge southwest, shielding the maiden from the front, separating her from the dense demonic aura.

Rayne is also stationed at a place where Gavin can’t cover, caging the miasma among the three of us.

With Rayne and I blocking the miasma, Gavin no longer cares about anything else. His long sword emits a cold light as he takes immediate action, cleaving the miasma.

The wind abruptly stops, and the miasma disperses. Despite working together with Gavin to vanquish demons several times, I’m still astounded by his exquisite sword skills. They are impressive and triumphant, able to shatter gold and jade.

Gavin steps out of the miasma, seizing a person in his hand.

Gavin: Rayne, bring him back to the Guild to be dealt with.

Rayne: Sure, leave it to me!

The terrified observers gradually dissipate. Gavin sheathes his sword, turning around to look at me.

Gavin: The matter has been resolved for now. I’ll send you back.

Storing my demonseeker, I nod in response.

-

Aside from a few shrikes perched on branches, the courtyard is silent beneath the moon. Seeing someone approaching, they immerse themselves into the night.

Although I’ve taken an antidote, it seems that I have to wait for a while before it takes effect. Unable to put his mind at ease, Gavin decides to stay with me for a little longer.

I brew hot tea and hand it to him. While watching him finish it, I write on the paper.

MC: “Does it taste good? It’s an exclusive, handmade scented tea. I used osmanthus flowers from Three Dreams Quarter.”

Gavin sets down the small tea cup, then provides a serious assessment.

Gavin: It’s much better than the wine from Three Dreams Quarter.

MC: “You treated me to chestnuts, and I’m treating you to scented tea. I guess this counts as returning a favour.

I arch a brow at him. All of a sudden, the candlewick bursts. This small and crisp sound is exceptionally clear in the night.

For some reason, an adage comes to mind.

When the candlewick bursts, guests arrive.

The warm candlelight is reminiscent of a layer of thin gauze, falling on Gavin’s features. I nod in my heart - this adage is correct.

In this tiny room, the night has indeed welcomed a guest who brings happiness to my heart.

I lift the pen and continue writing.

MC: “Gavin, I’m really happy today.”

Gavin arches his brows slightly.

Gavin: Happy?

MC: “You avenged me!”

Seeing my flamboyant and cursive calligraphy, Gavin chuckles. After a pause, I continue writing.

MC: “Regardless of whether we’re vanquishing demons together or taking a break in the bustling market, all of these moments are things that I've experienced together with you. It feels as though as long as I’m with you, whatever we do makes me very happy.”

While writing this, the ink stills, a faint colour wading across the paper.

Gavin looks at my writing quietly, and suddenly speaks.

Gavin: Being with me makes you happy?

He repeats this softly, his brows relaxing. For a moment, it’s as though the breeze and the bright moon have immersed into his eyes.

Gavin: In that case, no matter what happens in the future... you’ll have to experience them with me.

I chuckle, giving Gavin a forceful and certain nod.

Whether I’ll be able to talk tonight, and whether I’ll be able to tell Gavin the things I wish to say - these things are no longer as urgent.

The moonlight is reminiscent of water, reflecting Gavin and I as we sit beside other, brewing tea in the room.

Although I’m unable to speak, someone is able to understand my thoughts, and take my place in saying the things from my heart.

Even if we’re separated at the ends of the earth, our hearts are very close to each other.

I sneak a peek at Gavin as he sits beside me, and can’t help but crinkle my eyes into a smile.

From a certain point of time, the person before my eyes has already become close to me.

And I can touch him with just the stretch of a hand.

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[uf-oh]

hi! I've seen you getting super into the Re-Animator movies and one of my favourite things is listening to people talk about their favourite things for nine hours straight, so I wanted to ask: should I watch Re-Animator? why?

hello!! firstly, this was the nicest message to receive EVER. I was genuinely floored that you would want to hear me talk about it !! you are such a sweetheart, and i would love to chat more about your currently hyperfixations too <3

in terms of whether you should watch re-animator the short answer is yes, the long answer is the pro's outweigh the cons for me personally but be cautious

i fucking love an unethical scientist. nothing fills my heart more than seeing a man do whatever he has to do to push the boundaries of human understanding no matter the cost, so this movie down to the barest concept is already so perfectly up my alley. herbert west's aesthetic also fits exactly with characters i've hyperfixated on in the past sporting the white button up, skinny black tie, brunette hair and glasses (see newt geizler, edward nygma, arguably gary the gadget guy but i can't get into that right now). and we haven't even touched on the homoerotic subtext

my favourite relationship dynamic is narrative foils, especially a guarded and emotionally-closed off character being warmed by the presence and affection of another. herbert and dan definitely fall into this category. also they grab and touch each other. all the time. its clear they would do almost anything for each other, especially in the first film but also in the second despite their constant bickering.

the cast is also incredible. if you have the patience after you've finished the first two movies, the actors commentary on youtube is seriously one of the funniest things i've ever heard. you can tell these actors are good friends and loved working with each other, and had a great time working on the movie together (this is also apparent in the bts pics which are also phenomenal). its interesting to hear them talk about what they were trying to portray with their characters and anecdotes about the process of filming. definitely one of the draws to these movies for me was jeffery combs, i follow him on twitter now and he's a little unhinged but in the best way, i love his feed so much.

whether or not this movie is objectively good (if thats something you need in a movie) im not sure i could say either way. i liked the plot, but the real draw for me is the characters and their dynamics. also, its really funny???? its kinda goofy, but it feels really natural and almost accidental??? in my heart it is oscar worthy, but whether or not it is a Good Movie i couldnt say. i love it tho

also another thing i should mention, re-animator does have a pretty brutal SA scene. its the definition of using s*xual violence for horror and shock value, and is definitely the most disturbing part of the movie. listening to the commentary, i was relieved to hear the actress in the scene, barbara crampton, talk about how professionally the filming of that scene was handled and how much agency she had discussing with the director. but yeah, its pretty brutal. i skip it now when i rewatch the movie

TLDR; you should watch re-animator. lil meow meow science man has unparalleled hubris, green goop glowing ominously, and a homoerotically charged partnership with his assistant, but its not the pinnacle of feminist cinema.

thank you for letting me rave about this movie, i love herbert and dan so much. also i think its fun that the girl everyone's obsessed with has the same name as me, thats kinda rad. i check the re-animator and herbert west tags on tumblr, instagram and twitter literally every day for new artwork so if any re-animator/danbert artists see this PLEASE tag me in your stuff i love that shit. okay thank you again for this question i love you so much bye

#re animator #herbert west #dan cain #danbert #jeffrey combs #barbara crampton #reanimator #papercutdoctor

[ygreczed-3]

I adore your comics but in the most recent drawings Connor looks super skinny and like too young like it makes me uncomfy 😬

As you may know already, this definitely isn't what I'm trying to convey ! I've always and will always go for a 25-30 years old Connor in my comics/stories in general.

You don't seem to be trying to be mean or to accuse me of drawing purposely an under aged Connor, so I'll try to explain why I'm drawing Connor this way. In any case, know that I'm not trying to be condescending with my explanation, and if my current art style bothers you too much, you're free to stop following me, even block me if it makes you feel safer.

I'm not here to make people uncomfortable, and I'm not here to judge what can or what cannot make you feel bad. I'm sorry my drawings made you feel that way though 😕

BUT

I've been working hard on my art style lately, and I try to tend toward something more cartoony, the kind of design you can see in a show on Netflix or something like that. I studied professionals' designs, especially from Kim Shiyoon, Randy Bishop, the art style of the Paperman, some of Disney's designs (Treasure Planet ilu), etc... I worked on simplifying my shapes, my lines, I worked on the way I draw dynamic poses, gestures. How to make Hank look like the big bear he is, how to make Connor look quick, flexible and mischievous.

The result of all my practice is that, well, my shapes and lines are simplified.

It would be the same if I was working on, let's say, a chibi art style. Chibis look like kids... but are they ? Nope, that's their style.

The example I took is showing what changed on their faces as the style evolves, but the body follows the same logic : I'd say Connor maybe look a bit more "feminine" with the simplified artstyle (because of the exaggeration in the gesture, too).

Anyway, that's what I wanted to say : the artstyle changed. Well, you're not forced to like it, after all ! Knowing myself, I'll change it when I'll be bored of it.

But I won't change it because it makes you uncomfortable. As I said earlier, you're free to unfollow, block me or the tags I use. I won't take it personally ! Now if a design seems under-aged to you, I'd try to see if : - the character is behaving like he's under-aged - the character is infantilized by other characters

Connor in my story is an adult behaving like an adult and treated like an adult, for instance 😉 So I don't feel like I should feel guilty for drawing him the way I do. But please be careful with this kind of message because I think it can ruin one's mood at least (this is the kind of thing you really don't like to be accused of), and life at worse (haters taking this excuse to harass the artist, for example). There are really disturbing artworks picturing obviously under-aged characters doing nasty things everywhere on the internet, pointing out artists because of their artstyles sounds a bit unfair and quiet counterproductive.

So that's my conclusion : it's my artstyle and I'm not changing it !

#ask #detroit become human #dbh

[nomunamuinmybrain]

Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.  

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.  

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.  

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.  

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.  

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.  

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.  

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.  

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".  

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.  

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[remys-lucky-franc]

I’m Bringing Sexy Back (To Regency England) - Immortal Heart Society

So this happened because I referred to new series IHS’s baddie Lord Montague as ‘Lord Timberlake’ due to the coiffuring similarities and it made @aquagirl1978 LOL and she made me this:

See how alike they look though?! I’m not crazy.

Literally no one in the world wants this fic, and it’s just stupid, but I had a giggle writing it, so 😆 Also, I genuinely know nothing about JT, if any of you are superfans and I’m way off, it’s just a bit of fun, no ill intent or offence meant 💕

Also it’s just in time for all the good old memes... (At the end if anyone needs a ref point)

Word Count ~3500 (yeah, I’ve gone off)

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In the grandiose but soulless marble bathroom of the Boston penthouse, Justin squeezed his eyes tight-shut, splashing his face with frigid water. He inhaled sharply as the moisture hit his skin, opening his eyes and staring intently at the reflection mirrored back at him. It had been quite a night so far. He’d been courted by ‘The Society’ for a couple of months now and on receiving their latest invite, he had finally acquiesced. Over the course of the evening he’d exchanged pleasantries and mingled with a fusion of intriguing individuals - all very different, very separate people, but all who clearly had gotten the memo: convince him to join. Justin suspected before he arrived, from the exclusive address on the invite alone, the sort of members The Society would have on its roster and he wasn’t surprised - even if most of them were no more than masked silhouettes. Initially when he had exited the elevator and caught sight of all those shaded faces, Justin’s heart stuttered: had he inadvertently accepted an invite to some sort of sexy party? How would he explain this one? ‘Hey Honey - funny story...’ But it didn’t take long to deduce that the disguises were all part of the prestige and served as identity protection rather than a conduit to anyone having any real sort of fun.

The mixer itself had been entertaining enough, but the hushed secrets shared in the drawing room were what had piqued his interested and saw him hiding in the restroom searching his own soul for answers. He’d been trading anecdotes with a handful of members before he was interrupter by a well dressed blonde and ushered through a side door, where he was greeted with a firm handshake by one of the top men within the society (apparently), Richard - Something. Initially Justin had smiled but internally rolled his eyes as he considered how these shady types only ever give out their first names - and how that felt particularly unfair when everyone here knew fine well what his surname was... Richard was perfectly charming and charismatic - in the same faux-caring, calculating way politicians are as they try to snare floating voters. His smile was bright and his words were warm, but his eyes were a stark contrast. The Society’s hoi-polloi were obviously deemed to have played their part in warming him up and now Richard was here to give him the hard-sell: and sell he did.

And at first, it sounded relatively normal. At first. Until Richard started with tall tales of how society members held all of the power in the world through power stones. Initially Justin got to his feet and scoffed - weren’t crystals just for spa days and hippies? This had to be a set up. He scanned the room looking for any clue of a hidden camera, Ashton Kutcher’s sneakers showing from behind a curtain perhaps - but nothing. It all sounded truly ridiculous, but as Richard stood, laying a firm hand on Justin’s shoulder, directing him towards a plush chair, pouring him two fingers of whisky, something held him; fascinated him. Stopped him from barging straight out of the room. Justin observed in silence as Richard thumbed through various documents, showing him photographs, pulling up search data online... Explaining. Convincing. Persuading. Justin didn’t trust the suave smarmy suit as far as he could throw him, but the more Richard divulged of the spiderweb of societal involvement in major global events and current affairs, the more sense it made... And in spite of himself, Justin started to succumb to this strange reality. Every word out of Clever Dick’s mouth was revelational, peeling away one layer after another, after another, until Justin’s mind was blown; his brain hurt the same way it did the first time he watched Inception. He couldn’t bend his mind around why Richard was telling him all this, or why a collective more powerful than The Walt Disney Company would want a musician to join their ranks? Richard shrugged coolly as he continued to play for Justin’s buy in, simply smiling and saying that, as a big pop star, it would be quid pro quo - a very mutually beneficial arrangement. The society had access to the best labels, the best A&R departments, they could get Justin as much airplay, fame and publicity as he wanted.

Justin couldn’t deny it sounded appealing - but what did they want in return? So far it was all ‘quid’ and no ‘quo’. He had to ask. Even the easy, practiced grin on Richard’s face couldn’t offset the glint of ice in his dark eyes and menace in his voice that chilled Justin’s blood.

“Justin, come! Everyone knows that music is what shapes the youth of today! The influence wielded by artists, the loyalty inspired by them, their marketability, it’s simply insurmountable! Think about it, dear boy? If The Society control the music, they control the populace.”

Justin cleared his throat as he sized himself up, readjusting his skinny black tie and squaring his shoulders. Richard must be insane. The Society’s logic was fatally flawed: they couldn’t seriously think that it was possible control the entire world’s population through having a singer in their ranks? It was infeasible. Impossible. But what they were offering him in exchange? Now, that was a very attractive proposition indeed. If he agreed to join, and got all of that out of it, it would be worth it? The Society would surely realise at some point that they couldn’t rule the world through the power of song? Yes, the power of a one-line harmony had already been proven by McDonald’s to sell a shit-tonne of burgers - and while it was a pretty convincing argument, selling fast-food to hungry people was one thing - but full-scale global domination?? That was something else entirely. But if he could ride along on their coat-tails and reap all the benefits until they realised just how crazy that idea had been in the first place...

—- two years later —-

Cash carded his hand through his dark hair, exasperated as he listened to Alana’s latest report, “You all understand that Timberlake is completely out of control, yes?”

Emilio grunted flatly as his head fell into his crossed arms on the table like a five year old ready to play heads-down-thumbs-up, “Yeeeeees.”

Cash bristled further as he looked to Rafe and Kiran for their input, both simply nodding back at him as though to say, ‘yes, we know.’

Alana looked down at her phone, worrying her full bottom lip between her teeth, “It’s worse than you think though, Cash.”

He was instantly on his feet staring at her, Rafe and Kiran leaned forward and Emilio raised one weary brow from his slumped pose, concern evident on all their faces.

Kiran was first to speak, “Alana how can it be worse? Richard’s vanished off the face of the earth. Justin’s last billboard count had him go multi-platinum - again, and his lyrics are becoming...”

Rafe offered flatly, “Odd.” He stood, cracked his neck from side to side and headed towards the small stove, absentmindedly filling a saucepan with water and a packet of instant noodles.

Cash shook his head at Rafe then turned back to glower at the rest of the Inner Circle, “Thank you all for the recap. It’s bleak, we know. Alana?”

Green eyes fixed the room as Alana cleared her throat and mouthed, “One hundred and ninety-four.”

Dumbfounded silence filled the room; jaws hung slack. Until Kiran broke the spell, a spluttering cough turning into an uncomfortable laugh, “One hundred and ninety-four what? Because I know you definitely can’t mean stones. We know the exactly location of over fifty percent of them? They’re safe?”

Rafe, back at the table with his ramen by now, paled as Alana shook her head at a loss for words, red curls bouncing around her shoulders, “How is that possible?”

Alana threw her hands in the air, confessing “I honestly don’t know. But he has ones that we knew the location of, and more besides.”

Cash paced the room, clearly agitated as he cursed and barked,

“That’s every stone in existence, except ours and one other.”

Alana puffed out her cheeks before huffing out the breath sharply, “Correct. He has the lot, excepts ours - and the Garnet.”

Emilio’s hand slid under his shirt, a double-check to be sure his Alexandrite remained firmly on the chain hidden beneath the dark fabric, fiddling with it like a child with a comfort blanket as he spoke, “I- I just don’t understand. How? How did he get so many without us knowing?”

Rafe shrugged as he shovelled a spoonful of noodles into his mouth and chewed thoroughly before answering, “Richard’s protege. His pet project. Nothing surprises me when he’s involved. Everything he touches gets tarnished.”

Alana sighed sadly, “Justin seemed like such a sweet guy when he first joined. I really liked him. I thought he could have been part of our Inner Circle someday.”

Rafe shot her a rueful smile before looking down into the noodles, “Same. He changed. Fast.” Coiling his fork in a thick helping, he swung them into his mouth without ceremony.

Cash pinched the bridge of his nose, stopping pacing for long enough to stare and snap at Rafe,

“What is it with you and those blasted ramen noodles??”

Rafe shook his head silently as though to say, ‘I don’t know’: he wasn’t entirely sure why, but every time someone mentioned Timberlake, he couldn’t stop himself from carb-loading. All he wanted a big bowl of ramen in his belly and he couldn’t think about anything else until he was full of noodley-goodness. He’d eaten more instant ramen in the past couple of years than he did during college, and that was saying something.

Kiran cut through the atmosphere between the two men, venturing, “So how are we going to shut him down?”

—-

Richard had been missing for months, and although all trails had gone cold and no one was one hundred percent clear on what had happened to him, there was very strong suspicion within the group of five that Justin had something to do with it. How else had he managed to acquire almost every power stone in existence? He must have dispensed of Richard and taken them for himself - there really didn’t seem, to be any other explanation. The Inner Circle had been aware that Richard was hoarding stones, but his haul had escalated significantly and quickly with Justin by his side - at the Circle’s last count maybe six to eight months ago, Richard only had sixty-five stones in his custody. The dirty duo had been busy.

Emilio shuddered solemnly as he thought about what must have happened to the rightful owners of those stones. He was at the tower with the Inner Circle, minus Cash. Cash would arrive soon, bringing Justin to the table with him. Creating a rouse of support, and then double-crossing him to recover the power stones had been deemed the only feasible plan. Emilio watched the rest of the group: Rafe stirring at a saucepan at the small kitchen set up, Kiran flipping aimlessly though a fashion magazine and Alana tapping at her cellphone. They were all feeling nervous about this, the stakes had never been so high. He scrubbed his brow as he ran through the various scenarios of what could possibly happen with Cash and Justin arrived.

He didn’t have long to wait as the door opened and laughter reverberated around the room. Cash was manoeuvring Timberlake expertly, and Justin seemed to be lapping up everything he said. A round of smiles and handshakes later everyone sat around the table, eyes expectantly on Cash.

“Justin, firstly, thank you for joining the group here today. As you know, with Richard... Let’s say, elsewhere. I’ve been standing in as the ‘interim leader’. And I’ll be frank, Justin, I always thought it would be for me, but it’s not. And it takes a lot for me to admit that. I can do the decision-making, the negotiations, but what I cannot abide is dealing with attitudes and egos all day long.”

Rafe chortled, “He thinks he should be the only one allowed an attitude and an ego!”

Justin grinned and visibly relaxed within the larger group.

Clearing his throat irately, Cash gestured towards Rafe, “Exactly what I’m talking about. Justin, my calling doesn’t lie in leading The Society. I am more interested in having a less ’public facing position’ shall we say, where I can really put my true talents to use. And that’s why I invited you to sit with us today, Justin.’

Timberlake nodded enthusiastically, “ I see.”

Cash stood, wearing a trail in the carpet as he walked back and forth,

“What are your goals, Justin? We understand you must be distraught about Richard’s disappearance, you two seemed close. Do you have aspirations for The Society’s Leadership? We’ve been observing you for some time, and feel that we could all benefit each other within this little group, everyone here wants to progress and wants ‘more’. And we feel like you may have some ideas that could help us all to achieve just that.”

Justin leaned back in his chair observing the group sat around the table. Of course he knew what his goals were. He’d never really considered leadership of The Society until recently - his mind had been consumed with his plan for ultimate pop domination over the past two years. And he’d progressed so far that it was within his grasp - and that was when he and Richard had begun to clash. Badly. Richard’s vision was so- So limited. He couldn’t see Justin’s potential past being a Society tool used to control the public. Justin knew his worth, he was more than a tool for Richard to implement as he saw fit. He felt the anger bubble inside him as he recalled the final fight with Richard. They could have controlled the entire world together: why couldn’t Richard have seen that? Why couldn’t he have got on board with Justin’s plans? As he sized up the twelve eyes watching him, he thought about the dozens of power stones locked securely in the safe in his apartment: these people could see his strength. His power. His star ascending. He leaned forward, his decision made,

“I have acquired many power stones and my plan is, to use our time-travelling abilities to go back in time and wipe other pop stars from existence, so that I am the single biggest pop star in the world today. Then with my influence, The Society will control everything. We, friends, will control the world.”

Alana and Kiran eyeballed each other as the men nodded at Justin.

Kiran interjected,

“There’s no doubt that The Society would benefit from that sort of influence, but what about all of the damage that would be done to culture and humanity without artists?”

Justin looked confused as he stared at her, “But they’d still have me?”

Kiran chewed the statement over before asking, “And who are you going after? Are we talking about Elvis? The Beatles? Frank Sinatra?”

Justin waved a hand as though he’d practiced this very conversation in the mirror a hundred times, “No, no. Only today’s artists. I can’t disrupt anyone who directly or indirectly influenced my career. Butterfly Effect and all.”

The Inner Circle nodded sagely as Justin continued, “And when my plan is complete, who, I ask you, will be the biggest pop star in the world??”

Alana glanced up grimacing, “I don’t know Justin, I mean Lady Gaga is pretty huge? Iconic, even.”

Emilio shook his head, “Right now, Ariana Grande’s the biggest artist in the world, I read it somewhere.”

Justin fixed them both with an affronted stare, “But think about it, if none of them ever existed... Then who would be the biggest pop star in the world?”

Alana and Emilio exchanged a world-weary glance as Justin cackled, “Guess what? It’s gonna be me.”

Rafe scrunched his nose, confused, speaking through a mouthful of ramen, “May? What? Are the Emmy’s not always in September?”

Cash shotshim a withering glance before grinning at Justin, “You’ve thought a lot about his haven’t you?”

Justin, visibly flattered, shrugged off Cash’s praise, “Just a little.”

Cash leaned towards Justin conspiratorially, “So tell us, what more do you need to make your dreams a reality, and how could we, as a group, facilitate that?”

—-

Over the next few weeks the Inner Circle had planned for two consecutive missions. One intricate scheme with Justin, that involved him travelling back over two hundred years to Regency England to secure the Garnet power stone from a Lady Foxworthy. And their own private secondary mission that involved luring Justin back to Regency England where there was no power stone to be found.

When the day to venture back in time arrived, Justin paraded around the tower preening in the mirror at his era-appropriate garb. Kiran had stitched it to perfection, a beautifully embroidered waistcoat over his cravat, fitted cream pants and a midnight blue, velvet long-tailed coat that really made his eyes pop. Rafe let out a low whistle, winking at Justin’s reflection in the mirror, “Looking sharp! Nice work Kiran.” This look was a definitely a step up from double denim!

Kiran moved around Justin turning him, dusting down his shoulders, “Oh hold up, you have a thread. Let me just get that for you. Can’t have you looking less than perfect!” She reached for her scissors and touched the back of his jacket whilst swiftly clipping a tuft of hair from the back of his head.

The corners of Cash’s mouth quirked upwards at her almost imperceptibly as he spoke, “Very elegant, good Sir. You look quite the part.”

Justin gave Cash a delighted twirl to show off his new threads before performing a low, sweeping bow - completely unaware of his missing locks - speaking in a haughty-sounding English accent, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Tarkhan, I am Lord Timberlake.”

Alana had to swig at a cup of water to stop herself from bursting into peals of laughter, it was like the only English person he’d ever heard speak before was Queen Elizabeth herself! Cash raised an eyebrow in her direction before addressing Justin, “You’re definitely comfortable travelling back alone, because it would only take Alana here a few minutes to change into something suitable and accompany you?”

Justin waved a hand dismissing the suggestion, quite honestly he didn’t want anyone cramping his style. It wasn’t Justin’s first time in Regency England - when he and Richard had travelled there previously he’d had a ball. He had exactly eight hours to get there, get the Garnet, have some fun in a previous era and get back - and then. Then a whole new era would begin. His era... Leader of the most powerful Society in the world and the biggest pop star in history. Justin grinned as he stepped forward, placing his hands around the ornate pocket watch and beginning the arcane chant to begin his voyage through time. The rest of the Inner Circle joined the chant, turning back the clocks within the tower as Justin’s world started to blur at the edges, drifting backwards through two hundred years of history.

After Justin was gone, a series of stealthy grins were exchanged around the group. Emilio breathed a sigh of relief, “We did it.”

Kiran tossed the little velvet bag with Justin’s hair inside to Cash - their insurance policy, should he need to be dealt with ‘more permanently’ at a later date. Today’s plan didn’t involve the singer being turned into a surprised-looking statue, just giving him an extended stay in Regency England instead... The garnet wasn’t there - in fact, there were no stones left there. It was common knowledge within the Inner Circle where the garnet was: firmly on the finger of Richard’s blissfully unaware and estranged daughter - passed down by his long-missing wife. A point that Timberlake was sadly remiss of: they all had banked on Richard never disclosing a topic so sore as his failure as a father out of pure pride and vanity - and they’d been correct...

Now there was nothing more to do than wind all the clocks back to the correct time, then sit and wait until Justin would try to get back.

—-

Seven and three-quarter hours later, the group within the tower saw a blurry portal loom in the corner of the room. Suddenly alert, they listened intently as Justin’s voice crackled through,

“Rafe, Cash, guys! Are you there? Help me! I can’t... I can’t get back! Alana?? The ritual, it’s not working, I’m not fading back through??”

Cash drawled as he examined his fingernails, looking thoroughly bored,

“Ah, so our little ritual worked then. Good to know.”

The passage through time became narrower and narrow as a sickening realisation suckerpunched Justin, panic rising like bile in his throat, “You... You did this on purpose!! You screwed me over!! You bastards!!!!”

As the portal flickered and shrunk to no more than a pinhole, echoes of the roars of their names reverberated around the room, until the gap sealed itself trapping Lord Timberlake in Regency England for ever more. Silence settled over the tower for a few moments, until Rafe glanced up at the rest of the group thorough his sweeping fringe, a smirk slowly stretching from ear to ear as he shrugs,

“Cry me a river...”

#immortal heart society #lovestruck

[forwantofamohawk]

I love the dinosaur headcanon so much, so I have another question that maybe could be interesting.

How do you think the WT final four were as kids? Like How were their personalities back then? Or which interest the use to have/still have? Or how their school life was like?

I was curious about it and probably you can come with some nice headcanons

With one exception, the F4 of TDWT were actually a lot like miniature versions of themselves as kids. Cody was definitely still a huge dork, Sierra was a superfan from the day she could talk, and Alejandro was always a handsome manipulator.

The exception here is Heather, as canonically in her bio she used to be this fat, greasy little preteen with acne and braces. So she was definitely far on the dork side of things- I think Beth probably reminds her a lot of her old self and is a decent frame of reference for what she might have looked like back then.  Back then she was an artistic type who spent a lot of time alone in the corner working on sketches, perhaps even fanart of her favorite TVs and movies, generally very dorky stuff. Since then she’s claimed that she burned it all to the ground (she didn’t, she’s just hidden it away very deeply and under lock and key), and she’s basically buried her creative side. (My wonderful friend Warcrimegwen pointed out that Heather says she has a glitter pen collection in Awwww Drumheller and ran with it to create artist Heather headcanon, and I just had to add on to that. She has totally used those pens to draw her favorite characters in glam as fuck glittery outfits) Alejandro as a kid is interesting because I think he was always a handsome little devil that could smooth talk his way into and out of anything, but I also think he used to be a skinny dork who was as at home in a library as he was at social mixers his Dad took him to. What pushed him to become the handsome and ruggedly built young man we know today was of course his brother Jose, who picked on and bullied him relentlessly as a kid. Eventually Alejandro had enough, and set out to become a strong, manly man who could stand up to his brother, and in doing so tapped into even more of his potential. But he still could never beat Jose, even though he became just as strong as him, because his brother was always inside his head with how he messed with him, and that always threw off Alejandro in their fights. While Heather and Alejandro have been shaped by life to wear masks, Cody and Sierra are exactly who they are on the outside. They live life honestly to themselves, a little too honestly. Cody in particular, was a spoiled child of two wealthy parents, who were almost never there in the first place, so he never learned what it meant to be told “no”. If he called them asking for the cool new toy he saw on TV, it would be there the next day, no questions asked. This is another reason I think that he is so persistent with Gwen, he’s used to getting what he wants and thinks if he just keeps asking she’ll give in. But he never puts in the work to actually earn her because he’s just used to being given what he wants.

Sierra likewise had an extremely enabling Mother who basically let her act out her worst impulses, but the key difference between her and Cody is that she was poor, and was never so spoiled to the point she became entitled to things without effort. Young Sierra wasn’t much different from current Sierra, and I think that growing up for her represented largely an evolution in her capabilities rather than a major shift in her identity. But she was definitely never told “no” as a kid just like Cody wasn’t, and so she has a hard time processing why her affections are not well received or why people find her off-putting.

Sorry that it took ages to respond to this ask btw I genuinely wanted to give a good, in-depth answer and it took me a while to think of one. 

#total drama #tdwt #td #total drama world tour #td alejandro #td heather #td sierra #td cody

[pomodoko]

Hi, I love your hermitcraft art a lot, however I notice you draw impulse fat when he isn't irl. I think it's kind of weird when there's actually fat hermits(ie jevin and iskall)

This is a difficult topic for me to verbalize, especially this might hit some subjects in relations to fatphobia in character design and irl people (not that you’re insinuating it). I am not in the position of responsibility to educate people on this topic, so I’m just going to answer with my own logic when it comes to designing the Hermits.

Impulse irl, I think he’s a strong looking dude who has a thicker torso, so when I designed him, I exaggerated and simplified his features into someone I thought would match Impulse’s personality. A big, lovable, cheerful, and kindhearted goofball. I’ve had people question me on other social media before, and it all comes down to why I draw him so round in comparison to others.

For Iskall, I follow the logic of him showing off his “muscles” in game in season 5, and his own character lore of being a cyborg hitman in seasons previous to our current one.

I honestly didn’t know what iJevin irl looked like until now.

Besides that, I raise you these questions:

A lot of artist drew the Hermits as having a generally fit body type, even though irl they hugely varies. How come hardly anyone question that?

Why do many people draw Doc really buff when irl he’s rather skinny?

How come nobody complain when I drew Tango a skinny beanpole when the Tango irl is not?

Why don’t people draw Mumbo Jumbo buff?

Why don’t people draw False skinnier?

What separates a fandom’s interpretation of a character design from the real life version of the hermits? Should we follow them closely? Should we have our own designs based on how each hermit project themselves in game?

Tldr; My character designs are based off of how I feel about the character of the hermits and general fandom consensus. There’s a gray zone between fanon interpretations vs the actual irl hermits, some of whom separate themselves from the characters they portray in game.

Also, honestly my character designs are not that deep.

I legit drew Impulse with the single line of thought: “Love is stored in the Impulse.”

#hermitcraft #character design #my ask #fatphobia mention// #Anonymous

[loquaciousquark]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E91 (Jan. 21, 2020)

Good evening, everyone! Sorry about missing last week; @eponymous-rose​ was out of town and I had some other commitments. Regardless, here we are! Brian is looking handsome and cold, as are Sam & Travis on the couch. Everyone is wearing coats. Is the heat broken?

That said, tonight’s guests are Travis Willingham & Sam Riegel.

Brian starts us off asking Sam if he’s remaking the Wire in Beverly Hills. Sam basically embodies that hello fellow kids meme tonight in a hand-knitted beanie from his wife, a bomber jacket, a yellow tee, and skinny jeans. They quickly photoshop in smoke trailing out of his mouth. We’re just a few minutes in and this is off the rails already.

Announcements: The next issue (#5) of Vox Machina comics comes out Wednesday, Feb. 19! It’s also available online at Dark Horse Digital and Comixology. And that’s it! Huh.

Episode 91: Stone to Clay

Brian tells us this is the first time ever to have Sam & Travis alone on Talks. I’m stunned and so are they. Sam says, “between me, Brian, Dani, and Travis right now, there’s four tens on this show right now.”

We’re already into questions less than ten minutes into the show. Truly this is a remarkable night.

63 in game days and 21 episodes passed between Caduceus’s first mention of Stone (episode 71) and Fjord connecting the dots. Travis blames the internet connection and his really bad ADHD night, as that was the night he and Laura remoted in from the hotel.

Brian tells us that when Ashley used to skype in, she could only see Matt & couldn’t see or really hear anyone else.

Travis says there was a huge delay for him between mouths moving and the audio coming through, and then that audio was pretty distorted. Laura could handle it okay, but Travis just heard a jumble and couldn’t parse it.

Sam took a CBD bath the other day and found it exactly as relaxing as a normal bath. Sam & Travis commiserate about taking baths only to have their knees pop out of the water. Tall people problems smh

Caleb & Nott completed the spell in less than a week, including dealing with the Angel of Irons & brokering peace treaties. Travis though the laughter was going to be Helas.

Travis says he definitely didn’t hear the name the first time (he remembered dust but not stone from the lava pits). “Look! Yes! No, I was not listening before! Thursday nights are my times to enjoy my friends and food! Marisha is an amazing note-taker; why would I ever take my own? This is how I got through college!”

Sam says he keeps a mission checklist in his head and has for ages. He has a page in his notebook labeled “To Do” that includes things like visiting Kiri or Shakaste, in case they have downtime and need ideas.

Travis asks if he continues writing in his (apparently) very small handwriting, and Sam says he has to leave room for Laura to draw all her dicks. They all marvel that she is actually a very good artist.

Travis honestly still thinks the Stone name is a huge coincidence, especially since Taliesin didn’t have access to Fjord’s last name when he created Caduceus’s last name and backstory. Sam challenges Travis that even if that were true, doesn’t he think Matt will find a way to tie it together?

Travis says Fjord doesn’t want anything to do with the last name and it’s not even his real name. He’s not convinced this isn’t a coincidence.

Travis did a lot of research into orphanage naming conventions when coming up with Stone. He does have a backstory as to how the orphanage manager picked Stone as his name.

Travis thinks Matt would have emphasized the Stone name more sooner if it had been a true connection and not coincidence.

Brian: “He does like to take credit for coincidences, doesn’t he?”

Nott didn’t think there was a catch in the ritual; Sam was more surprised they were allowed to achieve the milestone at all. He was shocked it happened so soon in the story and that the spell is relatively easy to cast.

He didn’t know it would fail, but there was a moment when he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with it. Travis agrees everyone was shocked when it didn’t work.

Fjord’s current stance on faith and destiny hasn’t changed since the last time he discussed it. Faith is a slow thing for Fjord and he really does think the name is a coincidence.

Sam as a player is excited to see what comes next for Nott; “if she had been transformed into Veth at that moment, I would have been excited to see what comes next. The fact that it’s still Nott makes me excited too. I’m excited to see more of Nott since she’s the best character in the M9.” He also confesses he was a bit relieved, in part because it’s delayed the inevitable. At some point she must decide if she is going to stay or go with the M9.

Cosplay of the Week: @kajicosplays​ on instagram of a lovely lady Percy. Brian: “Isn’t it fun when Taliesin’s characters live?”

Deep down, Nott knows she will do the transformation at some point, but at that last moment where she had to make a decision she had to check in with herself to make sure she was ready. Sam Riegel as a D&D player also knows that you have to trust your DM and make choices.

Brian misreads the word “ribbing.” Sam teaches Travis what rimming is. We all learn a lot about each other.

Sam thinks Fjord can realize when the time comes to set jokes aside. He thinks Fjord was very respectful. Travis has honestly forgotten that the conversation took place.

Travis has Dani answer from Fjord’s perspective. It’s actually pretty insightful, talking about how Fjord recognized someone hesitant to give up these newfound powers that have become intrinsically tied to self-worth.

Fjord has always been loyal, and Travis sees his protectiveness of the M9 as a logical extension of this.

Right now, he has found some agency & self-direction and is hopeful to share that sense with everyone else (he especially mentions Yasha).

Sam & Travis start quoting from Half-Baked. This is chaos.

Nott does want to stay with the M9, but she also wants to go home for sure, both of those things. The kiss with Caleb wasn’t necessarily a goodbye; it felt like the closing of a chapter. It felt like something to mark the end of the experience.

Now they’re quoting Beverly Hills Cop. Oh, boy.

“You look like you wrote Pitch Perfect.” When did this turn into a roast?

Fjord has no memories earlier than the orphanage (The Driftwood Asylum). There were a couple dozen kids there aside from him; Travis thinks some of them might have been named Stone. It also operated as a small child-labor workshop for carpentry & woodshop stuff. “It was a terrible place all around.” He has no images of parents or being dropped off.

Sam thought the Nott transformation would be more endgame, though he feels it makes sense that it’s not. “While Nott transforming into Veth was my original goal, what’s great about these long games is that your goals can change two or three times before the end. Now I can explore all these other things: does she want to go back and be a housewife? How does she rectify her obligations to her husband and child to the life that she’s made with the M9? It’s so exciting and interesting.”

Brian asks a hypothetical: if she could transform back but lose all Nott’s memories, would she do it? Sam: “Oh, that’s tough. I don’t know.”

Fanart of the Week: a lovely piece by @pen_draws with everyone in the hot tub.

Travis is very trepidatious about returning to the open ocean after rejecting Uk’otoa. He wants to make sure the third temple is sealed. It feels like it would be too easy for someone not to come and try to collect the job he left half-finished. He also wants to go back to Darktow.

Sam doesn’t know if Nott is still in love with Yeza, although she definitely still loves him. He’s playing with the idea of a high school sweetheart being exposed to the world and then going back home. But Yeza’s amazing, a great guy, perfect. “I guess we’ll find out when/if she turns back into Veth.” Sam feels guilty talking about him. “He’s a fictional character and I feel guilty that he might be watching the show.”

Neither Nott nor Fjord trust Essek. Travis: “He just went from being cold and aloof to being really warm. I know there’s been time and he’s lived an isolated life, but...time will show if he’s being genuine. All of our haunches were up. All of us were on level five alert.” He’s being so helpful that Travis doesn’t trust Mercer with him.

Fjord never ever considered becoming a paladin of the Traveler. “No. Fuck no!” The Wildmother reached out and directly intervened to save him. Travis gets super creepy bad vibes from the Traveler’s relationship with Jester (Sam agrees).

Nott feels more pressure when her own problems become the focus. It’s hard for her to open up and talk about her feelings. She’d rather pick up on other people’s problems. Sam also acknowledges it’s more pressure on him (and anyone) as a player when the whole table is looking at you.

And that’s that! Is it Thursday yet?

#critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #long post for ts

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #421

“hunted by hundreds and never to be caught  /  descent to wander, bring terror and take 'em all beyond”

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Have you ever felt as if you lost your one true love? I feel like that all the time. But I should add that I don't believe there is JUST ONE person designed for you. There are way, way too many people on this earth to have just a single, perfect match. Which do you like better: Bowser, Mario, Luigi, or Princess Peach? Well I mean I always picked Luigi in Mario Kart, so I got a bias, ha ha. How many tattoos do you have? Six. Plenty, PLENTY more to come, though. Would you ever consider getting a mohawk? No. What do you like to do most in your free time? Do random shit on the computer. What’s your work title? Unemployed. Do you pay rent? I don't. What was the reason behind the last time you wore a bandage? I cut my finger opening up a cup of yogurt. Yes, I'm serious. What music artist have you listened to a lot lately? Powerwolf, lately. And Motionless In White. Who is taller, you or your best friend? Me. When was the first time you ever listened to your favorite music artist? 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If you were a multimillionaire, what do you believe you would be doing at this very moment? Well, it's morning and this is my prime time to really just chill and do my first scope of the Internet, so I'd probably be in a beautiful house in the woods of the mountains by a beautiful waterfall. I'd have the windows down to listen to nature, make sure via AC if necessary that it's cool... Damn, that sounds nice. If you could have a cookie jar full of anything you wanted, except money or cookies, what would it be full of? Hm. Perhaps a very motivational quote that I'd draw each day, kind of like fortune cookies, but actually good and applicable, ha ha. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? YA or fiction. If your ex came up to you and asked you to take them back, what would you say? Anyone but Jason or Sara would be an automatic "no." Jason would have to really prove himself. Sara, I'd be willing, but would ask her if that's what she really wants given our positions right now. Do you think Ke$ha is annoying? I don't know anything about her personally. I actually liked her music back in the day, even when I was all about metal. Last time you were hit on? No idea. Do you ever write in pencil any more? I always do if I have that option. I don't like that you can't erase with a pen. If you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? At this current time, my right nostril again. What do you wish you had more knowledge about? Politics. Would you ever get someone's name tattooed on you? Noooo. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes. I scar very easily. Have you ever had stitches? Twice. Have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting or any kind of abuse at home? Before my parents divorced, there was a lot of fighting. Do you remember the person you first kissed? Of course I do. Have you ever kissed someone you weren’t dating? No. Who was the last person you fell asleep with? Sara. Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in? "Hated," no. I just tried to get into bands that I just couldn't, but didn't hate. Ever been called babe? Yeah. What is your favorite Pop-Tart flavor? Chocolate sundae. Have you ever made your parents cry? Yeah, sadly. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. And yet I'm still blind with 'em. Have you ever made out with somebody on a bed? Yeah. Are you tan? Most definitely not. How did you meet the last person you texted? She kinda like, gave birth to me. Next big event? My nephew's fifth birthday. Ugh, how is he getting that old. Do you think you have to be skinny in order to be beautiful? Fuck off, no. There are some gorgeous/attractive plus-sized people. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yes. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Oh god, she witnessed me sob once. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want very small gauges in my bottom earlobe piercings. What is your favorite sushi? Ew. Have you ever been in a school talent show? What for? Noooo sir. What were you like at 17? Oh god... so sad and yet so happily, madly in love at the same time. I both love and hate that era. Tell us about your worst date. Haven't really had a bad one. I had one with Tyler that was an adventure that most would consider awful (flat tire, had to walk in the whipping wind), but I had fun, ha ha. What should be illegal that isn’t already? I dunno. What’s the song you most wish you had written? Probably John Lennon's "Imagine." What is the worst break up you have experienced? Y'ALL KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. Do your parents wish you were more successful? Oh, I am CERTAIN they do. They'd never admit it, I'm sure, but I know I'm disappointing. I had so much promise in school. Has a significant other called you unattractive before? WOW, no. Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? omg no Have you ever caught someone doing something bad? Cheating on their bf, yes. Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No, I don't think so. What is the worst birthday you have ever had? My 16th. I felt very, very unloved. I don't even like going into it. Have you ever been spit on by a llama? No. Have you ever locked yourself out of your car/house? The house, yes. With my elderly dog with arthritis, in the middle of winter after a good snow. I was freezing, sitting on the front porch and eventually crying. My phone was inside so I couldn't reach my mom, who was at work. As night came, I finally broke and went down the street knocking on my neighbors' doors, and probably the worst fucking one opened. With a gun in his hand. He was apparently an ex-sheriff, and he clearly didn't trust me. He was kind enough to let Teddy, who was incontinent and marked territory, inside (thank fuck he didn't pee in the guy's house), and he gave me a jacket, but Christ, we played 20 goddamn questions to see if I was legit, I'm assuming. I was beyond thankful when Mom finally got there when I used his phone to call her. And as it turned out? The door wasn't even fucking locked, our old dog just jammed the hell outta it by jumping. I was so, so pissed.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''beast of gévaudan'' by powerwolf

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Hopeful Friends, Ch. 1, A Day

(I’ve posted this to different platforms, don’t worry)

Eridan/Reader fanfic

The soft chirping of birds combined with the rays of sunlight practically shining directly onto your face made you stir, face scrunching up into a snarl as it ripped you from your dream. One eye cracked open only for you to wince, blinding white light flooding your senses. Hissing, you rolled over, facing away from the window and towards the door. Faintly, you could hear your upstairs neighbours already living, making their day. The ones just beyond the wall near your feet were already arguing in a playful way. With soft, shallow breaths you attempted to lull yourself back into the realm of unconsciousness which you yearned for. However the warmth of the sun against your back prodded you in an annoying way, attempting to awaken you. Muttering a curse, you made your own attempt in pleading with the sun, wishing for five more minutes. Which surprisingly worked as you suddenly felt the heat retreat, you were now in the clear for a little more time for sleeping. 

Until your alarm clock went off.

Your eyes flew open, eyebrows knitted together as you promptly slapped the device on your nightstand. The world just isn’t on your side today, is it? Pushing yourself up in bed, pulling the warm covers off your body but remaining seated. And you stretched, raising your arms above your head hearing the satisfying ‘pop’ of your stiff joints thanks to your deep slumber you were so rudely roused from by mother nature. 

Swinging your legs out from the covers, placing your feet against the cold, wood flooring which you hissed once more at. Extending your legs a little farther you made contact with the circular rug and brought yourself to stand. Why haven’t you brought the rug closer to the bed before? 

Quickly you found your socks from yesterday and slipped them on. This was only temporary, you wouldn’t wear them all day! That would be disgusting! Day two of sweaty feet and other junk collecting on it!? Yuck! But they would allow you to travel to your dresser which was surrounded by cold flooring. And that's what you’re going to use them for! 

Moving through the pale colored room you made it to the pale colored, sandal wood dresser that was actually rather large, meeting the middle of your chest in height. You pulled out your new outfit and quickly changed, exchanging old socks with new ones. When you were finished you scooped up the old clothing from yesterday and brought them to your hamper, noting that it was already half way full as you then exited the room, making your way for your bathroom. Sighing at the mop of (H/C) hair which you were greeted with almost immediately after entering the cramped space. You brought your (Brush/comb/pick?) to your hair, taming the mane one tangle and snarl at a time. 

After you were done with that endeavor you pulled yourself out of the bathroom, passing the empty bedroom, noting that you still needed a new roommate, and making your way to the main room. The single large window with pulled black and white curtains was to your right, along with the whole ‘living room’ area. To your right was the kitchen and entrance to your apartment. You noted how messy the living room was, all of your art supplies everywhere across a thick, paint smeared canvas tarp. 

You brought your ass into the kitchen, pulling open your fridge only to view a -almost- empty box which you sighed at. Another chore to add to your list. There was one thing that caught your eye however. A pack of vanilla yogurt which you snatched immediately, shutting the fridge and pulling a spoon out of the drawer. Leaning against the counter as you opened the container, you began to eat.

[10 minute time skip]

You were sitting in front of your easel, sketching a fern onto the paper of your sketchbook along with other types of plants. You found this part of your day peaceful, and the pile of sketchbooks behind you would say the exact same thing. However the paintings that leaned against the wall would tell you that you deserved more than the recognition of this small town even if you were lucky for it. All for sale, even this piece. A pack for a man in town that had commissioned you. You believe his name is Samuel. He asked for all of these nature paintings which he offered to pay you nearly triple your usual rates, and you didn’t pass that up. 

Turning your head at the sketch with narrowed eyes, you began to wonder if this was even how a fern looked. With a swift movement you looked out your window, viewing the ferns that sat just beyond the glass and then back at the white sheet. It looks off, but you’re not sure where it looks off at. How the hell do other artists do this shit? Saying ‘Help me, I can’t draw the other eye’. Fuck the other eye. Help me draw this stupid plant! The unneeded groan that passed your lips as you leaned back after finishing the last segment of the leaf was enough to tell the plants outside that you are done with their over simplicity mixed with complications. 

Carefully pulling the paper from the book you transported it to your binder for the ride into town. Standing up, binder in hand you went to pick up the other three canvases. Passing your kitchenette and exiting through the hall. 

When you made it to the parking lot, you immediately began to make your way to the pre-owned blue 1998 Ford Ranger. Your head turned to the beach which laid only a couple hundred feet away. Eyes scanning the expanse of yellow and blue until they landed on what you were looking for. The high-blood troll that seemed to patrol the expanse of beach almost everyday. You clicked your tongue, setting the paintings into the bed of your truck, before putting the binder into the front passenger seat only to resume looking out at this highblood. It seemed almost like he was watching you too, but you weren’t sure, but you looked away in case. Staring is rude after all. Even if you’re watching someone who’s kind of being creepy in their own way. 

You’ve had your run-ins with this guy before. Eridan Ampora is his name and you’ve learned that he was a little bit of a-eh- asshole. A pompous one at that. But he does look lonely out there. You’ve never seen him with another person, Troll or human- not even his own kin. Looking at your phone you checked the time, thirty minutes was what you had left. 

Pocketing the device once more you started down the sidewalk, approaching the beach. A soft tug pulling at the rational part of your mind saying that this probably wasn’t a good idea, approaching the cape clad troll. However you treaded onward. (F/C) converse colliding with the grey cement until they met grass littered with pebbles and sand. From this distance you could see that he was actually watching you. However you couldn’t really see his face. 

As soon as your foot met the border of sand he seemed to puff up, attempting to seem more intimidating. “Oi! Landdwweller!” He yelled as he began his own approach, feet moving much faster than your own were only moments prior. You stopped yourself at the border, allowing him to approach, and when he was only ten feet away he stopped and you could see him again. 

Narrowed eyes behind thick rimmed glasses, Angled eyebrows furrowed together with pursed lips, high cheekbones with hollow cheeks. He looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie, minus the huge eyes and skinny neck. 

“Wwhat are you doin here, landdwweller?” He spoke lowly, obviously angry that you had even attempted to step onto the sand even after your previous encounter. Faintly you twitched, wondering for a moment why you even came over her only to remember that he looked lonely. So that’s what you replied with, telling him your observation short handedly. 

And you watched his face contort the slightest into more of a shocked feature rather than the angry one you had been used to now. His lips pulled apart before shutting again, hesitant, “Is that all '' was all he said and you nodded, quirked an eyebrow at this new behavior. Without a word he raised a ringed hand, waving you off which you just looked at for a moment before turning around, going to return to your vehicle. 

Well that was an adventure, now onto the clientele. 

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After a five or so minute drive through town you found yourself at your destination, ‘The Lazy Bean’ Café. You quickly found your parking spot and pulled into it, putting the blue beast into park. It had become second nature for people to steer clear of this spot, after all, who would want to take the infamous (L/N)’s parking spot?! Nobody would, dummy. Leaning over you grabbed the binder before hopping out of the truck, your converse hitting the asphalt with a soft ‘thud’. You made your way into the store and were instantly greeted with the friendly and welcoming smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You found yourself smiling softly at familiar faces of trolls and humans who were talking to one another, or ones who were just sitting there taking up the wi-fi. 

You stepped forward to the register, looking at one of your familiars, Kankri Vantas.He was currently facing away from you, talking to the taller barista “sup Kankri, How’re you doing?” You watched him jump, turning around quickly with wide eyes. “Goodness!- Oh, it’s only you (Y/N).” He had placed a hand over his chest, “Although I find your actions highly triggering, I do hope you learn that sneaking up on oneself can be a highly disturbing thing to experience!” he huffed, closing his eyes for a moment as you chuckled. A small lecture by Kankri, “Sorry Kankri, It’s a bit difficult to make yourself known when you just, well, want to enjoy the atmosphere” you smiled at the older troll who seemed to take your words into account. Nodding with a ‘note taken’ before stopping, waiting for your input. “Have you seen someone by the name of- um- Samuel? I believe that was his name, it’s somethi-” “Sammy? You vwanna talk to Sam?” The other Barista, another Ampora, this one going by Cronus, interrupted you. Peering around Kankri, smiling at you with shark like teeth. “Cronus!” Kankri turned to the taller troll, “How many times must we go over this? Interrupting people could either trigger or offend people!” The shorter troll popped a hip out, arms folding over his chest as he scolded the violet blood. 

“Sorry Kan, I’ll try harder to- uh- recognize triggers?” He raised his hand in an oath style, eyebrows pulled together as a smile rested on his lips. “That’s Kankri, Cronus” He continued to scold the taller male who was chuckling lowly. You sucked a breath in, “Yo, guys.” the two looked at you, “Still looking for Samuel here” you added. Cronus lowered his arms, looking at you, “vwell, Chief. I sawv him earlier in a booth in the back, not sure if he’s here or not nowv but, eh, he might” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders. You gave your goodbyes and then made your way to the back, listening to Kankri’s ramblings to Cronus.

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As you pulled back up to your apartment building the sun was beginning its descent on the horizon. You rested your head against the steering wheel, eyes peering over to the binder which held four more full sized commissions from Samuel. 

Hopping out of the vehicle you couldn’t help but look out past the lined up cars, viewing the sun against the waters. It looked fucking radical, the red-orange-yellow hue that eventually mixed with blue creating a brilliant shade of purple. Soon you’d be able to see the stars from your living room window. 

You leaned up against the metal frame of the cab, not even noticing the troll from earlier shout at you from the border. You were mesmerized, eyes fixated on it like a moth with a lamp. How the fuck did mother nature do it? You certainly could mix paints together but this was different, providing light and warmth unlike a painting. Fuck you nature, you may be beautiful but you’re an asshole. “Landdwweller!” pinks and purples are so hard to grasp not to mention blend together without one overpowering the other. How can it be so easy for nature. I know it’s our atmosphere-oh.

You froze as you realized that Eridan was at the hood of your truck, only two or three feet away from you. The same expression from earlier was written along his face and you blinked at it. “Um, hi?” You smiled lightly. “Wwhy do you care if I’m lonely.” his eyes seemed to narrow further, and you could’ve sworn that he leaned in a little. You felt your body react in its own way by taking a step back which you played off as moving to the bed of your truck to pull out the paper bags full of groceries. “Excuse me?” was all you could find yourself saying as he showed himself at the other side of the bed. 

“You heard me, I knoww you did” he scoffed which you chose to ignore as you let out a low hum. “I’m not sure,” You grabbed both of the bags, holding them against your sides, “I suppose it’s because I don’t think anybody should be lonely.” you gave him a look which made his features soften once more into something different. 

The ‘really’ that left him sounded snarky. He practically followed you up to the door of the hall, watching as you fiddled with your keys. You had sighed, “Yes, really” You jammed the key into the lock, “No one deserves to be alone” turning the key you pulled it open, stopping it with your foot. “Now,” you huffed, looking at him, “I’m sorry but I’ve gotta put these away and then sleep. Could we continue this tomorrow?” You watched as he crossed his arms, eyebrows raising over the frames a little bit. 

“Fin” he muttered as you turned your attention back to the door, shuffling through it. And you looked back to him, smiling softly, “thanks dude” and with that you turned, hearing the door click shut behind you. 

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