#this was me really nailing down his features in my style

[rinamata05]

Drew this for a DTIYS challenge on Twitter (2021) and it's still my favorite Phoenix I've ever drawn <3

#this was me really nailing down his features in my style #he's got such a pretty face #and I love the dark eyes and button nose on his OG design #phoenix wright #ace attorney #rinamata05 sketch

[apomaro-mellow]

I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #platonic stobin #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington

[heartfullofleeches]

Damsel in Duress

Yan Damsel + G.N Reader blurb

-

"My hero~"

Closing shift was a drag. Cooped up behind the counter till dawn - the store watched you more often than not until you were "graced" with the chance of another living soul walking through those doors. Your saving grace from the monotonous life of a gas station cashier was a patron on the rise in frequent appearance.

A cosplayer, you assumed - from their style of dress and the whimsical way they carried themselves in mannerisms and speech. You got a good laugh out of seeing them weave through tiny, narrow aisles in those giant, puffy gowns they dawned. Damsel is what you called them which - by coincidence apparently seemed to be their name. Another reason for the title beyond their attire was they couldn't do a thing on their own. Asking for sliced apples when they were standing in the very same aisle fruits were stocked. Questioning the proper ways to use a fork and if you'd teach them with demonstration. To every task you helped them with they thanked you with the tagged on honorific of "My Hero" at the end. Getting into character was one thing, but sometimes it really did feel like they just popped out of the pages of a fairytale.

It's getting pretty late. You wonder where your entertainment is-

Bang!

Sharpened nails scrap across the glass doors still rattling in their frames. Blood red as the cloak masking their features; you watch as the hand welding the crimson talons yank the door's handle and flings their blood inside. It leans against the frame - barricading the doors as footfalls rebound in the distance. Expressionless- their eyes well with tears as they scan the store finding you where you always were.

"Lock it...."

You remove your headphones. "What?"

Their lips quiver, voice rising with a hick. "He's coming... Lock the door!"

A shadow creeps over the parking lot. Reaching for your keys, you volt over the counter as it runs for the door - crouching beneath Damsel as they apply all their weight against it to keep it shut as the handle shakes violently. You lock the door, keys knocked out of your hand as the figure throws himself against the door, and drag them away from it as you stand. Their face falls against your shoulder - the scent of copper flooding your nose.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!"

Damsel shrieks, assaulting yet another of your senses as it drills through your ears. They latch onto your shirt.... Weren't their nails longer a second ago? They meet your gaze - face washed in fresh tears and bruises. "Help me.... please help me... I was on my way here when that man and his friend offered me a ride. I said no, but - they started to chase me and....and..."

Damsel breaks off in a quiet sob. You squeeze their shoulders reassuring, backing towards the back office eyes trained on the man pounding on the doors "Calm down. My phones in the back and the door to the other entrance only opens from inside. We'll hide there until the police arrive."

The man presses his face against the glass, the skin of his knuckles worn down as he beats the door. "What the hell are you doing? Get out away from that thing! It killed him. Dont belive anything it-"

Damsel tucks at your arm. You tear your attention away from the door and push them towards the office. Dragging them inside the break room you shove the coffee table against the door for good measure and fish out your jacket and phone from your locker. You throw the coat over their shoulders, dialing the police as you hand them some napkins to wipe their face.

"Breathe. We'll be fine in here. I'm calling for help now and they'll make sure nothing happens to you."

Damsel dabs at their eyes - faint smile dipping at your conclusion. "I'm not worried now that you're here... Guess you really are my hero aren't all, aren't you? I've never seen anything like that before, one second he was the kindest person and the next - he was like a rabid wolf."

"It's okay... You're safe now." You drape an arm behind their hood, consoling them as they hiccup and sob against your chest. You chalk the wind exiting your lungs as they latch onto you the ending results of your physical exhaustion, and retain a calm voice as you speak to the operator over the phone. Damsel squirms in their chair as you hang up.

"They're on the way... are you okay?"

Damsel fiddles with the strings of their hood. "I um.... have to go powder my nose."

"What?"

They bite their lip, face hidden in your jacket. "Use the bathroom? I know the only one here is outside so you don't have to come with me... It'd actually make me feel better if you stayed in here."

"Damsel, I cant-"

"I-it's alright, Y/n.... Long as my hero's safety is assured I'll be okay. I'm sure he's gone by now anyway. Do you mind if I keep your jacket?"

"...No... If anything happens - you scream and run, got it?"

"It's what I do best. I hope that someday there's something I can do to rewards your braver... For now...I'll leave you with this" Damsel springs from their seat and kisses your cheek as they pass. They push the table out of the way with surprising ease, looking back at you as they open the door. They smile - locking the door behind them and snapping the key.

Damsel steps out into the station. They walk past the bathroom and inspect the collection of household necessities your store had to offer. Could be better, but they'd made due. It grabs a pocket blade, ripping open the package and leaving it on the counter along with the exact bills and change for their purchase. The man is still there - eyes now wide fear. Damsel grins at him with a small wave.

"Oh!- Hello, glad to see your still here. I was going to let you go - but then you had to go and do a nasty thing and try to turn my hero against me. They're very brave - aren't they? I'm such a lucky traveler. Hmmmm.. so I'm the hood in this story and they're the hunter... What exactly does that make you? Mmm, I think I know...."

"The slaughter."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #tw yandere #yandere god

[lottiembae]

𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉; alex dunphy x fem!reader

Summary: in which alex asks her family to be normal when she introduces y/n, her girlfriend, for the first time. they didn't do it.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

Alex sighed for the sixth time, her eyes glued on the screen with Y/N's chat open. Haley walked into the kitchen and heard her sister, she could see the stress on Alex's face.

"It's only dinner, Alex. Stop worrying." Haley reassured her, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and walking towards the cushion where her sister is. "She met us before."

"Yeah, don't remind me that." Alex muttered, blocking her phone and throwing it at her lap. "This time is different, Haley. It's the whole family." She pointed out, biting her nails.

Haley grabbed her hand, stopping the damage she is doing on her nails. "Well, if she didn't run away with dad, there's no necessity to worry." She tried to light the mood, sipping from the bottle.

Alex let out a small smile, remembering when her dad said some of his silly jokes and Y/N laughed, then her father leaned on her and said that she needed to keep that girl. Alex knew that there is no necessity to worry, not when Y/N had the approval from her parents and siblings. Claire was sceptical at first, someone dating her daughter or any of her children was difficult for her, but after meeting Y/N, Claire adores her too.

Maybe Alex is being a little paranoid.

"You are right," the brunette murmurs, looking at her old sister and giving a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Haley said smiling. "Well, are you going with that clothes?" Alex rolled her eyes, used to Haley's criticism of her style.

"No, Haley. I will change, but if you want to choose the clothes for me,-" Alex was interrupted by Haley excited squeal, not letting her finish and grabbing her hand, the older sister dragged Alex upstairs. "It's my fault to not explain to her how sarcasm works." Alex muttered to herself.

•••

"Alex! You need to pick up Y/N. Hurry up!" Claire yells from the living room.

"I know. I'm grabbing my keys car!" Alex went there, making Claire frown because she thought her daughter was in her bedroom.

"Let's go then. We will see you in your granddad's house." Her mother said, disappearing in the bathroom momentarily.

Alex scoffed. "You seem more excited to see Y/N than having dinner with the whole family." She mutters, leaning on the frame with a ghost of a smug smirk.

Claire looks at her with a raised eyebrow. Alex rolls her eyes and walks to the front door. "Also, you look beautiful, honey!" Her mother complimented her, coming back to the bathroom.

"Haley picked it up." Alex states, pushing her glasses up and closing the door, going to her car.

She drove towards Y/N's home. They are on vacation, and they would pass a period away from each other. Y/N going to a new job to save some money and Alex doing the same thing, they barely would see that summer.

"You have a dress!" Was the first thing Y/N told Alex when she entered the car.

"Really? Almost two weeks apart and you told me that?" Alex said reproaching while crossing her arm, an indignant look on her face.

Y/N rolls her eyes with a smile. "You look beautiful, Al. I missed you." These words soften Alex's features, the start of a blush creeping on her cheeks.

"You look beautiful too and I missed you." Alex said too, in a low voice. Their arms go down and put her right hand on the gear lever, gazing at her girlfriend. Y/N grabs her face between her hands and pecks her lips, receiving a whine from Alex when she separated. "A proper one." She mutters on her mouth, her hand sneaking behind her back and closing the gap in a tender kiss.

They separated after a few minutes, Alex intertwining her hand with hers and caressing the palm of her hand with her thumb. Y/N peck one more time on her lips and hurry her up.

"You don't seem nervous at all. Usually people feel like that." Alex points out, starting the engine and driving to her granddad's big home.

Y/N snorted. "Yeah, like you with mines." She murmurs, Alex scoffs offended. "It was sweet, baby. Alex Dunphy nervous. I will never see you like that again." She said, chuckling and caressing her arm playfully.

Before Alex could answer and give a long explanation, a call from her phone interrupted the moment. She reads the name on the screen and curses under her breath, Y/N looking at her with a teasing smirk. Since she saw Alex doesn't go to answer the call, Y/N presses the green button, gaining an incredulous look from Alex.

"Hi, Ms Dunphy!" Y/N said cheerfully, her eyes never leaving Alex's indignant face.

"Hello, Y/N! How are you? And I told you to call me Claire, sweetie." Claire greets back. They engaged in a conversation, for Alex's dismay. It worsened when Phil, Alex's dad joined the conversation. "Alex, honey I almost forgot. Can you go at home and bring the cake I made last night? I thought Luke grabbed it."

"Oh, I exist again." Alex annoyed said, gaining a slap by her girlfriend on her arm for that. "Yes, mom. I'm on my way." She said in a monotone voice.

"Thank you, darling. Don't be late!" Claire warned them gently and hung up after Y/N's reply.

"She thinks we would have sex in your home?" Y/N asked curious when Alex parked the car.

Alex made a thinking face before getting out. "Maybe you should get in too. I can show you my bedroom." She said in a suggestive tone, making Y/N laugh.

"Nice try, baby. But the first time we make it in your house, there needs to be people. I like the risk." Y/N held her laugh when saw her girlfriend do a grimace.

"Stay here." Alex lowly said and went to her home, letting behind Y/N laughing for her reaction.

•••

Y/N walked to Alex's side when she got out of the car, the cake in her hands. She perceived Alex was nervous, her demeanor radiated it.

"Are you sure about it?" She asks gently, starting to walk to the front door.

Alex looked at her with a confused face but nodded, her left arm finding comfort on Y/N's waist. "Yes. It's... I don't know. I don't want them to make you feel uncomfortable." She half confesses, stopping a few centimeters away from the front door.

Y/N gives her a reassuring smile. "Baby... What would be more embarrassing than my family picking you over me because I'm not that good at that silly game or calling you to ask you if you still are in love with me?" She saw how Alex relaxed a little, a tiny smile on her lips now.

"They are joking when they ask that." Alex said, kissing her cheek.

"Well, maybe I can joke with them just like you joke with my family." Y/N said, seeing Alex nod and resume the way towards the door. She knocks a few times.

Not passed about five seconds that the door opened and revealed a beaming Claire. "Thank you so much girls! Come in." She said, grabbing the cake from Y/N's hands and giving her a quick hug before going to the kitchen.

"Woah. It's really big." Y/N commented, her eyes scanning the place.

"It is." Alex said, closing the door.

"There she is!" Phil exclaimed, walking towards them and engulfing Y/N in a warm hug. Alex's heart melts a little seeing not only her mother, but her father too to have a soft spot for Y/N.

"Hi, Mr Dunphy! Sorry, Phil. I'm glad to see you again." Y/N happily said, correcting herself when Phil gave her a warning look for calling him Mr Dunphy.

They exchanged a few words before the rest of the family came. Haley and Luke approached Y/N to greet her just like their dad. Then, Alex introduced the rest one by one.

"And he is Jay, my grandad." She finishes, seeing her granddad gift her a smile and hug briefly Y/N. It surprises them a little, usually Jay is not a person who shows love publicly easily. Only Gloria and Stella are the lucky ones.

"Hi, Mr Pritchett. Nice to meet you." She said politely, unaware about the gesture received.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Call me Jay, do you? What?" He asked when saw the receiving looks from his family. "Excuse them, they are sometimes weird people." He said in a teasing way, making Y/N chuckle softly.

Then, Y/N's eyes illuminated when she saw Stella approaching, going to greet her immediately. Jay makes a cheerful sound, pointing the scene not only at Alex, to Gloria too, who rolled her eyes and called them to go to sit down.

"I don't know why you are so worried. She has the big boy in her pocket." Haley whispered at Alex, seeing Y/N play with Stella.

•••

Alex thought the same when Haley said these words.

She sat down between Y/N and Luke, meanwhile her girlfriend had at her left part at her mother. They all seem very interested in Y/N, making her questions, something that Claire did ten months ago when they met for the first time. Until her mom, who else, started to say embarrassing stories about Alex, making her blush and shutting her up without success. It's not only her mother, they all joined against her for some reason and recalled the very embarrassing moments about her.

"OKAY! I think she knows all of your stories about me! Can we move on, please?" Alex exploded, throwing her napkin on the table and standing up, walking outside.

The whole table stayed quiet for her outburst. Y/N follows her figure until she disappears. An awkward silence installed, and Claire stood up to go where Alex is. However Y/N stood up and asked her if she could go, something Claire nodded for.

She walked slowly towards the pool, where Alex was sitting with her feet on it, playing with the water. She chose to sit down on her lap, Alex hiding her face on her neck immediately, wrapping her arms on her hips.

"I know for you it is embarrassing... But for me it is really cute." Y/N commented softly, playing with her hair.

Alex frowned, raising her head and letting it to centimeters of hers. "How? For me it isn't only embarrassing. It's humiliating. Some of them I felt out of the family." She confesses, some frustrated tears forming on her eyes.

Y/N softens more, grabbing her cheeks with both hands and looking directly into her eyes. "Maybe, but they treasure those moments because you are involved. I don't think they wanted to feel humiliated. I only see pride when they speak about you." She wipes the tears that fell for her cheeks with a smile. "I can't wait to say this type of thing to our children. God, I'm going to embarrass them so much." She said looking dazed, making Alex laugh.

For Alex, every time Y/N spoke about their future and she included her, forming a family, she thinks she could do the same all again if she would meet you every time. She leaned and captured her lips in a sealing kiss, a promise one.

A noise made them separate and look where it came. Y/N smiled but Alex painted an exasperated expression on her face, seeing her dad with a phone directed towards them, the sound was a photo he took of them.

Y/N stood up and tended a hand towards her, who grabbed it and they walked hand in hand. Cam was a little emotional, Mitchell gave them an apologetic smile. Gloria went to hug them both, the rest quickly following.

"Y/N, do you have a sister for Manny? I don't trust anyone for him. He is too good and someone like you is what he deserves." Everyone let out a laugh for it, less Manny who protested for it. Maybe Gloria said it to distract or not, but Alex thanked her with a look. It means the whole family approves of her girlfriend.

"Oh! I have a story," Y/N said when they separated, walking in. They looked at her curiously, Alex confused. "The story about me and Alex meet. It's so funny." She said cheerfully, clapping with her hands and ignoring the whine and the begging look Alex threw at her.

They all cheered, wanting to know everything.

#alex dunphy #alex dunphy x reader #alex dunphy imagine #modern family

[randelion-red]

More Gen Rex redesigns! Featuring some first drafts for new builds that have been on my mind for several years now!

Explanation and details can be found under the Read More:

Head's up, I put a lot of thought into my designs but I'll try to make it as brief as I can manage!

Breach Section:

To start, Breach! (insert dendy_yay.sfx) The simplicity and effectiveness of her design is something I wouldn't dream of messing with. That being said, I love the concept of characters changing their appearance as time progresses and development occurs; and since I have a fanfic that will eventually get into "season 4+" territory, I wanted to create some post-canon designs that reflects these things.

As such, she has two and a half redesigns here so to speak. To the very left she has another style where she sports a hair-clip that keeps the hair out of half her face. Nothing changes otherwise -- but this small addition, which could have been given to her by anyone, represents her opening up to others, even if only slightly.

Her design in the middle is far more substantial, given her haircut slightly shorter than its original length and styled in a bun that completely reveals her face; a black jumper skirt; loose thigh high leggings as opposed to knee-socks; combat boots; and a hand-me-down shirt from Rex.

...Now, the reason why she's wearing a hand-me-down shirt from Rex is a minor spoiler for my fanfic, but since it will take an indeterminate number of years to get there anyway, I'll just say its similar to boyfriend-hoodie phenomena but not it exactly.

In any case, these changes represent a drastic shift in her personality and relationships. At this point she no longer associates with Van Kleiss and Abysus, and wears all black to mourn the symbolic loss of the only family she knew. But she remains strong, given the unique dangers she and the other characters now face, fixes her posture, cuts her own hair, and stylizes it to feel cute and reaffirm her own worth. That Rex also finds it cute is purely coincidental.

And then we have her design to the very right! To address the Evo in the room, she and Rex are, in fact, holding hands here! I think its the first time I ever drew them doing that, but it won't be the last -- and this design is meant to be a visual parallel to Rex's given their dependence on each other and romantic involvement at that point in the narrative.

In this design, she lets her hair down once more but cuts her bangs so that her face remains fully revealed, representing her commitment to confronting the world and all the obstacles she faces; she wears a puffy-sleeved top with a large bow that's similar to what a doll would wear -- her choosing to dress up this way ties in to her interest in decorating things and having so much self-worth that she would regard herself as her own prized possession; and her top being red is significant as it invokes the skies of Abysus and her portals, two very important points of pride for her, which is also why she chose to paint her nails the same color as well. Once again, the fact that it coordinates with Rex's outfit is purely coincidental. Which brings me to,

Rex Section:

This writeup won't be as interesting as Breach's section, I'm afraid (lol)

For his design in the middle: I really liked the amp suit, so I decided it would be his go-to outfit in a post-canon scenario. With some slight modifications, of course, like removing all the glowing bits and streamlining it slightly to more closely resemble Providence uniforms and his nanny/surrogate-father figure, Six. And his hair is growing out because his future samurai braid needs hair to work with.

The design to the right is the same, but with a jacket on top so that, like Breach, it calls back to his first design. Only this time, he sports a leather jacket that's inspired by Daft Punk, Akira, and David Martinez from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners.

New Builds:

I imagine anyone who's made it this far is already familiar with Rex's first set of builds as well as his omega-1 builds. I have a lot to say about his machines, but in this post I wanted to play with the idea of designing new builds for the circumstances he finds himself in.

For another fanfic spoiler that won't be relevant for many years, imagine how horrible it would be if the nanite event happened a second time. Because it does, in my fanfic, leading to a whole new crop of Evos. In addition to having to deal with incurable "second generation" Evos born during the nanite event to variegated parents, Rex will also encounter sentient machines brought to life by nanites.

The paranoia White Knight had in the original Machina Rex comic? Entirely founded, in fact. And since curing them isn't an option for Rex, he must resort to more lethal methods: introducing his third generation builds, which are designed for the purpose of inflicting more damage, countering more abilities, and being usable whenever "nanite blackouts" occur, which is a concept I'll explain some other time.

The first of these new builds is the Grass Hoppers, the gen-3 equivalent of the Punk Busters. It enables Rex to hop all over the place at incredible speeds like Cricket (or Bellamy from One Piece), deliver devastating knee strikes, hook enemies or innocents with ease, and have greater control of movement by pivoting around the environment.

Lastly, there is The Question (may I axe you a question?), the gen-3 equivalent to the Block Party, Bad Axes, and Fun Chucks. Although it isn't as effective at any one thing as the three builds, it's a reliable all-rounder that can be wielded "offline" by Rex indefinitely after creating it, and he's really proficient in its use after training with Five, of all people.

#generator rex #genrex #rex salazar #Breach #Generator rex Breach #my art

[faerievampling]

i'm having a brainrot so i've come to share- modern au astarion that makes you pretty dresses and decks you out in jewels

(im thinking in terms of him having a lot of wealth just because of the way he dresses/is- bastard son of cazdor or sum)

he dresses you to match him in beautiful regal clothes with frills, bows, elegant patterns, and ofc slits above the hip. loves to do your hair and accessorize it

ask and he'll deliver - straight up spoiled reader <3

YES this. Im sorry but this totally turned lighty NSFW but you inspired me: This is just my stream of consciousness and I'm sorry if it's wild lmao

pairing: astarion x fem reader

Astarion who knows your body so well, inside and out, that he has your measurements memorized, and he knows exactly what type of clothes that look most flattering on you, whatever your body shape may be.

I think Astarion would likely love to see his partner, you, look absolutely devastating in something salacious, revealing, knowing only he can touch you.

Learning how to do your hair is something that would comfort him, something intimate between the two of you. I have a feeling Astarion would just be really good at it, and would pick up styling quickly. He just knows what enhances your natural beauty.

He knows how to make himself look good, and he knows how to make his beloved look even better (if that's even possible, because gods is he pretty).

I think modern Astarion would love seeing your nails done. Nothing too wild, I think, because he would appreciate something soft, feminine, to enhance those features about you that he loves so much. I imagine Tav with pink or nude nails, or something close to her skin color, that are mature, down-to-earth, pretty.

You're his darling, the person he loves and trusts most in the world, and he is just desperate to spoil you. I also think he would love taking photos of you, and he would have a ton of prints/polaroid pictures of you, or an entire album on his phone.

^^This applies to lewd pictures - I think he would totally have a spank bank on his phone but it's just pictures of Tav (you) lol. Probably in all different types of lingerie, outfits, poses.

He would be very much into buying lingerie for you both. I personally love seeing Astarion in feminine lingerie but that's just me lol anything that would make him look beautiful to Tav, I think he would like and desire.

Also Astarion is a total brat tamer. He loves when you act spoiled rotten, because he can take the opportunity to prove his dominance to you.

One day, you're mad at him about something, and you make sure to wear all the beautiful diamond and gem necklaces he's bought you, so that when you ride him next, the necklaces bother him, bouncing in his pretty face, covering his view of your breasts. You know this would totally frustrate him, just so he'll ravage you further.

#my asks #asks answered #faerievampling rambles #astarion smut #astarion x you #astarion x reader #AU Astarion #modern au #just some of my random thoughts #thank you anon I love you #modern au astarion #faerievampling asks answered

[cellarspider]

Part 1/??: Descending into the depths of madness, and also Prometheus

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We begin with the dissection of a movie destined to be picked over by eagles for all eternity, Prometheus.

I want to preface this by saying that this is not intended as a general critique of the movie. I’m going to be explaining how this movie became a font of madness for me specifically, in a way that friends of mine have found amusing. More below the fold.

I sat down in a theater in 2012, having seen all of the main Alien movies, having vague-to-specific awareness of the ancillary stuff–comics, games, et cetera–and a fascination with H.R. Giger’s work, and the way others had adapted his style to fit the series. I had seen the first trailer for Prometheus, and the “David 8” promotional video. 

It’s worth giving a moment for these videos, actually, because whoever cut it did a phenomenal job. Trailers are there to sell a movie, sure, but they’re also setting expectations, and this one set them high.

It is a fantastic trailer, for a movie that does not entirely happen. I saw this and it said to me “this might have a similar tone to Alien”. Which is the message it is intending to send: Alien opens with a title card revealed in a very similar manner, and features howling klaxons at its climax, and panicked screaming at unresponsive technology. The trailer is deliberately invoking these scenes:

Flashing light warning for the following video, though the sounds themselves are effective enough:

Combine with the further context that Ridley Scott directed Alien and was back to direct Prometheus? This was a must-see, as far as I was concerned. I like slow, measured horror films that work on atmosphere, building something darkly beautiful in the process: My top three at the time were Hellraiser, Sunshine, and Alien. Annihilation has since joined that list, and at the time, Prometheus looked like it might as well.

Particularly with the video that introduced David.

I’ve always loved android characters, and this series already included some excellent ones. Ian Holm’s plays the perfect merciless corporate man as Ash, and his reveal as an android is deeply unnerving. Lance Henriksen’s performance as Bishop in Aliens is iconic for a reason. In this fake advert, Michael Fassbender nails a combination of corporate blandness, carefully tuned non-threatening behavior, and absolutely dead-eyed emotional insincerity. At the same time, he’s presented as a new being, a fully capable individual with no personal history or chance to define himself. That can be really interesting when played properly. I wanted to see more of David.

That was where I was at, when the movie started.

The first scenes in a movie are important for setting audience expectations. A viewer could have never seen anything about the movie before sitting down to watch it. For those who do already know some things–the publicity around a movie, its place in a broader series, or broader things like genre tropes–these people also have to be led to an understanding of what the movie is going to be.

The first scenes are also vital for establishing suspension of disbelief. Suspension of disbelief isn’t turning off your brain, it’s allowing yourself to entertain certain ideas as fact, and then following those preconditions through the logic presented in the movie. If scene-setting fails–or the audience goes in unwilling to follow in the first place–then you’re in trouble.

And I was very willing to follow this movie at the start. I’m a geneticist. I love science fiction, even though I know how wrong most works in the genre are about biology. If a work says “this thing is possible”, I’m usually able to say “okay, I’ll allow it”. This first scene successfully managed to do that for me.

This is in part thanks to the fact that Iceland is a gorgeous place.

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Sweeping shots of nothing but landscape so stark that much of it looks like abstract art. I would, and have, watched movies entirely composed of this. Yes, I am the sort of person who enjoys Koyaanisqatsi.

Despite the contemplative subject matter, cuts in Prometheus feel off, and in a deliberate way. In the clip of Koyaanisqatsi above, the film follows the music. In Prometheus, they’re consistently off, coming at moments that feel like they’re halfway through a breath. Usually we speak of dissonance in music, but in this case, we have dissonance in motion. I didn’t notice this in the theater at the time. It’s subtle, but there. 

The opening shows us a humanoid alien engage in what appears to be a deliberate, religiously-tinged self-sacrifice, drinking a black substance that causes them to disintegrate. More dissonance in motion, going from deliberate action and the slow departure of a ship, to sudden and seemingly agonizing death. The view zooms in to the microscopic, where DNA is shown disintegrating and then reforming into new strands. We see what appears to be embryonic division: the beginning of new life.

(Sources: https://screenmusings.org/movie/blu-ray/Prometheus/, https://www.cap-that.com/prometheus/ ) 

The movie has asked for you to believe this much: humanoid aliens exist, they are technologically advanced, and they have a substance that can break down and remake biological material.

This also provided the first minor hurdle for me, as a then geneticist-in-training.

I’m very used to abstracted illustrations of DNA. All most people need to know is that it’s a double-helix (two spring shapes) held together by connecting bits made of four different, paired “bases”. Like A and B in the figure below, you usually don’t need all the information in C:

(Source: https://courses.lumenlearning.com/suny-mcc-microbiology/chapter/structure-and-function-of-dna/) 

And in some ways, the movie gives a very decent illustration! They preserved much of the geometry, evident in the “major groove” and “minor groove” shapes noted in Figure A: the usual configuration of DNA in our cells is a slightly wonky spiral, which they appear to almost nail here. They also appear to have tried to render this DNA in a visual style coherent with H. R. Giger’s work.

They have done so by turning it into a pale bacon ladder, or possibly some very strange pasta.

This was slightly humorous to me, but it’s hard to render molecular-level stuff in a way that’s intelligible to an audience, so I was willing to go with it. This also gave an extra bit of information: this alien species has DNA.

Now, this is a given for multicellular life on Earth, but it’s not a given in the speculative world of astrobiology. Life requires some sort of way to encode instructions for how to build its component parts, but DNA is not the only way that could be done.

Overall, I like this scene. It, and one that comes relatively soon after, are stand-out scenes in terms of setting mood, matching the expectations from the trailer.

Unfortunately, they set the mood for a different movie than what actually follows.

And we meet the first stumbling blocks in the next scene, and have our first brush with some of the movie’s blunt-force approach to themes and exposition.

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#Prometheus 2012 #This is only the first few minutes of the movie #And seven pages into my writing on it #You do not want to know how long my draft document is by now

[luffyvace]

Ooo if you’re still taking requests pls do black reader with either sanji or ace next (or both!!)🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

YESSS I AMMM AND WILL DO LOVE!! i’m gonna doooo…BOTH<3

(u didn’t specify gender so i’m still going gn♡)

SANJI X BLACK READER IS SUCH A POWER COUPLE

ok first of if your a bit more thicc/chubby he adores you<3

he wont ever judge his beloved<3

let’s clear that up now okay? He loves you.

he also loves your hairrrrrrrr 😍

loves the texture and praises/compliments it in great detail

he will insist on washing it for you or at least helping you, especially if you have a lot of hair

he LOVESSSSS big Afro’s 😍😍

it just looks so majestic to him

will learn how to braid on and off scalp for you so you don’t have to blister/hurt your own fingers

even if it means he has to deal with the burning himself

will do any style no matter how long it takes

He just loves to be able to condition and style your hair and be like ‘yeah I did that for my s/o! 🦸‘

YES SUPERMAN LOL

another thing he loves is LOCSSSSS 💗💗

He finds it so mesmerizing and ethereal like💥💥💥💥

it just DOES something to him

yea man is a simp through and through

doesn’t mind at all when he notices your skin/hair is naturally oily and he tries to ask you in the softest way possible as to why its that way

in case your sensitive about it or if it’s just a you thing

but nope! It’s simply to help keep your skin/hair hydrated

ohhhh!

speaking of which everything about your culture is so fascinating to him

he asks all about it and I mean ESPECIALLY on the your traditional dishes

wants you to teach/cook him every recipe so he can make it for you should you ever miss food from home

btw let’s say you can cook for the headcanons, even if you can’t

will let you prepare you own dishes if you want

they smell so good too!! 🤤🤤

YUMMY

luffy WILL bother you to cook for him as well

if it gets on your nerves sanji will be there to shoo him away

sanji finds all your features attractive, from your nose, to your hair, down to your skin and lips

especially those juicy lips 😊😊

oh how he wants to kiss them for eternity<3

he also hypes you uppppp about ur fits!!

he thinks they’re fire and will spend all his money buying you more!!

def shows you off and compliments you like crazyyy

as far as AAVE.. he doesn’t get it for a while..

kinda just hahah..😅 (??)

he does get tho! After some time :)

feels so accomplished once he masters it but doesn’t really use it out of respect

just knows it to know what your talking about and be able to laugh at your jokes and stories 😋

might have to translate a few things to the rest of the crew..

LOL

not everything tho it’s not like your speaking a whole new language

but it is a good way to sneak comments about people to each other 😗

bonus! sanji 100% brags to zoro about you being his s/o

ace is very curious about..everything!

asks you lots of questions without holding back

he just wants to know all about you and your hair, culture, food, everything!

LOVES the fact that you for sure know how to throw a party

and dance too!

again let’s say you can for the headcanons

and don’t get me started on your cooking…

he smackin that food DOWN

yummy yummy 😋

make as much as you can and more because we all know this man has a huge appetite

plays with your hair a lot

he doesn’t like when his finger nails get caught tho 🤦‍♀️

YOU don’t like it even more! Your hair gets yanked from him trying to get it out! HE shouldn’t be the one complaining..😒

doesn’t normally pay much attention to clothes but does admit you can dress and GOOD

will compliment you too if your wearing something more extravagant than normal

but just know he thinks your fits are fire 🔥

LOL

he just doesn’t verbalize it all the time

maybe to Marco more than you 🤷‍♀️

he thinks all the stories you tell him from when you were little are HILARIOUS

like the time yo mama said she gon smack you into the next dimension if you do smth like that again

“HAHAHAHA”

“BRUHH ITS NOT FUNNYYYY”

tells whitebeard the stories you’ve told him

WHITEBEARD FINDS IT FUNNY TOO

random

Ace’s favorite meal you cook is your barbecue

😍😍

🤤

he hear that grill it’s time to EAT.

as for if reader is chubby

he doesn’t mind in the slightest and loves you in every way

doesn’t affect him much unless it affects your mental health

then he’ll do anything to make you happy

doesn’t know much about psychology and he needs to heal himself in which he likely takes you to Marco

but don’t worry this is different, it’s not some doctor that doesn’t care about you and only wants your money!

it’s Marco! The ship’s doctor! Ace’s friend! your friend!

so you know he genuinely wants to help :)

Ace probably will never end up getting AAVE..

he’s not dumb it’s just…

’wait what?? He’s confused..’

LOL

he knows it’s how you talk tho

which is just about all he knows

you could probably teach marco or izo and use it against ace by talking abt him 😂

not in a mean way, in a playful insult way

he feels really lucky to have you

he’s more likely to wash your hair if you ask him btw

don’t get me wrong he loves it

but would prefer to admire from a far

especially while in a Afro

when you have your hair in your ponytail he likes to press it down a bit, let it go and go “boing boing-“

“boy!-“ *smacks hand away*

yeaaa..you stop him

I’m really glad you requested these because I’ve been meaning to write more for ace and I wanted to write for sanji as well!

I actually have another ace draft coming………..sooner or later…BESIDES THE POINT! You can look out for it if you want some more ace content<3 hope you enjoyed your request anon!♥︎

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[2af-afterdark]

Dollification you say 👀 please tell us your ideas, both the sweet and the deranged

Welp, time to show the multitudes of my mind.

Sweet

Paimon is one of the devils concerned with cuteness. There is nothing he would like more than to put MC and Minhyeok in pretty doll-like clothing, paint their nails, and do their makeup to give them the large, pretty eyes and delicate features and details of a porcelain doll. Realistically, it's all just an excuse to spoil them and get to touch them all over... Then he'll tear it all off later while letting them play the perfect pillow prince/princess (since dolls don't have to do any work). It's dollification as a style and way of bonding more than anything.

Putting the more deranged idea under a read more because they can fall into noncon territory.

Deranged 1

Turn them into literal dolls. Somehow, someway, shrink MC and Minhyeok into dolls he can put on his shelf and admire. He could dress them up however he wants and kiss them goodnight every night. Don't get me started on how he may sometimes get curious and strip them down to run his hands over their bodies and examine them more thoroughly. Or on how he would jerk off in front of them, knowing they can't look away (he may even cum all over them before cleaning it off). Of course, it's most fun if MC and Minhyeok are still conscious and able to watch what's happening in front of them. Working nerves too.

Of course, this idea could be consensual if MC and Minhyeok were up for being turned into literal play things for a set amount of time. Might be a new experience for the both of them, especially if Paimon decides to make his dolls play with each other too.

Deranged 2

On the other side is dollification as control. The major difference is that dolls don't move, so he'd have to keep MC and Minhyeok immobile while he plays with them however he wants. Think, being awake and conscious, but unable to do anything (even speak). Dolls can be whatever the person collecting them wants them to be, so he can do whatever he wants to them. Maybe they'd look cuter with with new piercings or tattoos? Or maybe it would be better if he went ahead and did some modifications those changed them in other ways. People modify dolls all the time to improve them, after all. Do dolls really need teeth? Certainly not organic ones, right? He could knock those out easily and replace them with something similar to dentures. That way they couldn't accidentally bite him when he decides to stick his dick in their mouths. Sex dolls are still dolls, right? He can work with that. He could make them both perfect, and beautiful, and his to play with however he pleases.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️ #talkin' whb #whb paimon #whb minhyeok #whb mc #cw dollification #cw noncon

[sybaritick]

best of!

I was tagged by @say-lene (who is absolutely one of the best writers in this fandom) to discuss a few pieces of fic that best exemplify my writing/style/personality. So here are my thoughts! :D

4 - At Knifepoint [Astarion/Gale, 2.4k, E]

Astarion's face was cruel and angular in the half-light of the darkened library, stark shadows cast across his features, lips curled into a teasing smile. The Dispel Magic spell rushed over him faster than he could answer it, dark and sour like a sickening wave, and the invisibility curled away from his body like the burnt edge of a newspaper.

I love to play with the contrast between what the rational brain wants and what the stupid horny subby brain wants and this fic absolutely goes in on that. We like a little fearplay and horror and Gale's guilty lust for being eaten. It was for an exchange to go with this incredible artwork!

3 - that urge often miscalled 'free will' [Gortash/Gale, 4.3k, E]

Gale thinks, for an odd second, that he can feel the flow of data pour into his throat and spread through his limbs, an anesthetic tingling in his veins, drowsy and even. He knows it’s nothing of the sort. That was the sort of foolish thing one might have pictured as a child, but data is weightless and instant and empty, and no zeroes and ones fill his veins. Enver watches from his chair, glancing between Gale and the computer while he makes his cryptic little adjustments. He has a leg tucked under him, a thick-soled work boot wedged under the opposite thigh.  Gale feels the fingers of his right hand flex and pull involuntarily, and the hand balls up into a fist that makes his nails bite into his palm for a good second before releasing. “Sorry, I’m not sure–” Gale starts, before looking over at Gortash, who has the hint of a smile curling onto his lips. Enver responds wordlessly, typing something blunt and fast and watching as the fingers of Gale’s other hand flex in turn, one by one. “A bit of manual testing for that faster transmission of reflexes I suggested,” Enver says. “Pardon me for the lack of warning.” Gale feels the swell of fear like an ignoble tightness in his throat that makes it irresponsible to swallow.

Am I bold enough to put a fic I just posted last night in my "best of"? Yes. It was this or Incentives for Compliance and this one exemplifies my issues even more. :) i love writing about the horror of losing control of your own mind and body and this fic is Very Clearly About That. oh and it also has that relentlessly horny pussy description that's important:

He slots in the vulva, running a thumb over the plump hairy outer lips, just ghosting over the inner folds peeking through in soft ripples, across the mons fat and rounded above; a beautiful match to Gale’s form.

2 - oh, rotten little thing [Astarion/Gale, 1.9k, M]

“So you admit it,” Astarion said, pulling his hand back. “Naughty thing. I bet so little power wouldn't be nearly enough to sate it. Perhaps I’m just an appetizer, then. Something to whet its appetite before you hunt down a wizard for your main course." "If you’re so certain it’s developed its own sort of vampirism, I would think you’d be more careful," Gale warned. "And I'm certainly not willing to consume the Weave of a person the way I would an object– if such a thing is even possible." "Oh, I think you would," Astarion answered gleefully. “If it’s you or another? If the alternative is the bomb in your chest leveling the entirety of Baldur’s Gate?”

This is probably my favorite bloodweave fic I've written because it gets to something I enjoy a lot about their personalities-- the way an unhealthy Astarion might take pleasure in luring Gale to be "worse", to dragging Gale down to his own level, and the way Gale has his pride but also a certain practicality and is more willing than he'd like to admit to bend his ethical principles a bit. There's also some great banter in this one which I really enjoy.

1 - Tephra Year [Gortash/Gale, 25k+, E]

and Highharvestide [Gortash/Gale, 3.9k, M]!

In the heat of the moment all he could imagine was that Gortash found this all the more desirable. A nice, fat, pliable mage to bury his cock in and rule the city with. What would they become, if Gortash's plans came to fruition? Gale was not naïve enough to believe his ambitions stopped at becoming Archduke of Baldur's Gate.  He'd be kept neck-deep in vile projects while Enver’s influence swallowed up each little town along the Chionthar. He had no doubt the Black Hand had designs on the rest of the Sword Coast. He'd set his sights on Waterdeep, and perhaps Gale was just another piece of his claim, another spoil of war, a pretty souvenir from the City of Splendors.

this fic is essentially designed to contain most of my favorite topics, tropes, and kinks, from the relatively ordinary (power imbalance, transmasc dom, manipulation, the tension between what you want and what you wish you wanted) to the weirder and more specific (feeding + weight gain as domestication, guilty masturbation over things you are morally opposed to, classism, politics, questions of guilt and responsibility/Whose Fault Is This Really?, transhumanism and evil biotech).

as for throwing in Highharvestide... I would be remiss not to include at least one overtly feedist fic when it's definitely the kink I'm most "known" for (and the one I know some of you are following me for. 😉) I was truly torn between featuring this and catalyst, but I think this one better exemplifies what I am really here for... feeding as a power game, fattening as domestication, how appealing Gale's new softness might be to a partner...

for that reason i have taken a lot of joy in writing Tephra Year + its side story/ies. I think my enthusiasm comes through and makes the piece even better than my usual work :)

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and I will tag, if they're interested: @tuffgreg, @chronurgy, @archduke-enver-gortash, and @spellmage! :D (hopefully I managed to pick people who haven't been tagged yet, I tried to!)

#cal txt #fandom #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #my writing

[vertebrae-entertainment]

4/5/2024 - Fangst animation rework!

Hi again y'all, Hauk here! If you've been peeking at our discord channel lately, you might have noticed I've been posting a lot of animation WIP's. Thats because I'm in the process of reworking some of the oldest sprites in the project- walking and jumping!

It can take me up to a year to nail how I draw and animate a character. For our protagonist the thing that has taken the most time is definitely line stylization, proportions and leg silhouette. He's gotten bigger and bigger during development, not to mention spikier! Honestly its not that smart to design a tall character for a platformer, and there's a reason most platforming type characters have a very square hitbox. Its just easier to design challenges that way!

But i'm not changing gears now!! I wanted Fangst to have a tall handsome man as a player character, and i'm gonna stick to it!!

Here's a peek at the new walk animation. The arm holding his fishing rod is a static, separate sprite that is basically glued to the player with code for gameplay reasons.

We needed a smart way to change and add bounce to the rod without having a million variants of every sprite. Here are two iterations on how a static arm could be anchored to the player. I want him to carry himself with a confident sway, as though the whole world is his catwalk- so perhaps the full bounce of the second one is too much!

Speaking of bounce, the double jump animation! Right now he has the very placeholder double jump solution of turning into a small rotating orb sonic style, and its been a frustrating disconnect seeing as the hitbox ordinarily is quite big.

My goal for this animation is that i want him to do a sexy, elegant backflip. I started with a version with an upside down split, but after some iterations we agreed that the simpler one would be more readable and use-friendly. But an upside down split is kinda iconic... maybe we can use it elsewhere?

A platformer player will spend most of their time jumping around, so nailing a satisfying, easily readable jump is important in both animation and feel. Characterization is also important here- i want it to be obvious that our player character is athletic and elegant, and that these acrobatics cost him little effort.

However, i'm expecting a bit of a pickle implementation-wise. See, him turning into a sonic-style orb made the walljumps feel practically seamless. Will a fully animated backflip be equally friendly? The sprite will be a lot bigger. Truth is, a character turning into a ball is just really easy to design around.

Here's the current in-game sprites, featuring his old jumps, idle pose and miiildly disconnected placeholder arm with a smaller fishing rod. As you might have noticed, he's also a bit softer looking, and his boots are way smaller!

I think the newer sprites will make him have a more stylish, cool and recognizeable silhouette. It will be worth it to update these old things- after all, inbetween all this technical game design stuff, its just also really important to me that the player feels like a cool and professional monster hunting fisherman!

Thanks for keeping up with our project, we're doing our best to make Fangst a proper quality "You: A Hot Man, Kill Monster!" experience!!

-Hauk

#fangst #fishing game #indiedev #gamedev #gamemaker #indie games #indie game #queer #animation #wip #dev log #platformer #2d animation

[shirefantasies]

I was a little scared to ask about matchups at first, but I saw the other one you did and I really liked it! My name is Darcy, I’m 5’4, and European. I have shoulder length brown hair with bangs, blue eyes, rigid features, and lots of freckles. I love music, both listening to and playing guitar. I write a lot of poetry in my free time, as well as painting and smoking. I love long walks in the woods and nature in general. Big thunderstorms and sunrise/susnsets are my favorite! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my request!! I love your work!

Well I’m honored you like my style 😌 of course I’ll take the time for you lovely 💕 your match is…

Eomer!

You’re nothing of what Eomer is used to in a woman. The women of Rohan are mild-mannered, severe even, and they know their place, for better or for worse. You, Darcy, are a free spirit. Your stoic features bursting into a wide smile as you strum your guitar and lightness coloring your motions when you reach for a pipe after the show.

Traveling performers were certainly a first in a land falling to peasantry and complacency. Riders fought tooth and nail to preserve the Horse-Lords’ honor and took little time to celebrate…until a group of musicians rolled in and treated them like any other venue. Using a recent victory as an excuse, the men accepted your company, though Eomer rolls his eyes a bit. He can’t help asking if you want anything more out of life than this. You shoot back that you see the world, play your songs, care for very little. In turn, he fires back that it would be of greater right if you did have something to care for. “What, and tie myself down? It would take quite the man to do that. You think you’re the one?” “That is not what I-” “You think I’m some flighty, defenseless whelp, do you?” Taking one more puff of your pipe, you grin. “I wager I could best you in a swordfight.” A chorus of ooooohs rings out from the men, and with another roll of his eyes the blonde marshal shrugs. “Can I, in good conscience, fight you?” “Afraid to lose?” He should have been, for he did. Proving you can defend yourself (and frequently did, having run into quite the number of orc packs in your travels), you grab a tankard and hoist it up, toasting your combatant and giving him a wink.

The next morning, Eomer is surprised to find you strolling peacefully through their pastures, arms extended to feel the rain. “What?” You ask. “Is this not peaceful? I’m holding out that we might have some good thunder and lightning later. And if not, how much more beautifully the flowers will grow.” His eyebrows raise at this. "I cannot say I took you for a nature lover." "Music lovers are often nature lovers, too," you tease him, shaking out your hair, "and isn't there just something magical about the rain?" "Always seemed inconvenient to me." Marching Eomer's way, you rest one hand on your hip, the other accusingly poking a finger to his chest. "You are just determined to be obstinate, are you not, Master Marshal of the Mark?" "It would seem we both are," he replies with a sardonic smile, "what do we do then?" Eomer really needs to learn to expect the unexpected with you, for he doesn't truly expect you to take the bait until your lips are already crashing onto his.

Suddenly he is at your heels, fuming a bit at your smirk as you silently put out your pipe and tune your guitar. "I wrote a poem that may stop your stewing," you tell him. He had followed you all the way backstage again after your saucy little walk of triumph, certainly not to be left standing in some cloudy field, bested. "Very well." Strumming your instrument, you take up a song about one seeing the world, avoiding vexatious feelings...until a recent experience led the subject to realize they'd been putting far too many walls up. In the short time you've known him, you have yet to see the marshal's eyes change so, softening with great care, staring with such thought and longing. "What does that mean?" He asks when you finish. Sighing, you lower your guitar. "I am not entirely certain," a smile creeps onto your lips, "other than that I might need some more time in Rohan. Know anyone who might be entertaining enough to convince me to stay?" "Ah," Eomer chuckles, "I can think of one man."

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[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

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[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

Late Night With the Devil

I was lucky enough to go see Late Night with the Devil in the theater last night...I didn't realize until the day I bought the ticket that this is a very limited release. I also didn't realize that it was made by Shudder...it will be streaming there next month, for anyone who missed the screenings.

Here are some scattered thoughts:

I would definitely recommend it to horror fans.

Do I think it's the greatest horror movie ever made?

No.

But I think my hype for this was so strong that it was impossible for the movie to live up to it. This movie is a much slower burn than I expected. Given the trailer, I thought this was going to be a white-knuckle thriller, where shit starts happening within the first couple minutes, and doesn't let go until the end. And while there are some intense moments (we'll get to that), it just takes a while to get to them. But the film does fill you with dread from the first few moments...you know something awful is going to happen, but you need to wait an hour until it does.

Basic Premise:

We open with a documentary-style montage telling us about the background of Jack Delroy (played by a fantastic David Dasmalchian), and his rise to fame as a late-night TV host. And then we are told that we are about to see the footage (both in front of and behind the camera) of his final, shocking episode.

I don't think I realized that this was actually going to be a found footage movie. But I really like the way it was used to tell the story. We watch the entire episode and see all the things that happen when the studio cameras are off in real-time, which makes for very effective story telling.

I also didn't realize that this was a low-budget film...not that that's a bad thing...some of the best horror movies were made on shoestring budgets. But because I didn't realize that (again, because the marketing made it look incredible, kudos), there were a couple moments that...surprised me, let's say...tough to go into it without spoiling....Let me put it this way...some of the makeup is fantastic...and some looks like they could have used a liiiitle bit more money. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a ding on the movie...some of the cheaper makeup effects still look good, but there's a part of me that wonders what it would have looked like with a higher budget. But at least they were real practical effects! I'll take a cheaper makeup effect than an overdone CG effect any day of the week. Speaking of CG, there were a couple of moments that used CGI that kind of took me out of the movie...especially given all the other makeup effects...I remember thinking that they could have done that practically.

*and everything else about this movie looks great, I just happened to notice the makeup more last night, I don't know why...but I really liked the overall aesthetic of the movie...they really nailed that late-70's feel*

Now, I know that this is all sounding like a negative review, and I promise it's not! These are just the little things that I noticed during the movie.

One makeup effect I loved?

Lily's makeup during the "contact" scene (the one shown in the trailer so it's not spoilers!). When she looked up at the doctor as the demon, hair covering half her face, I genuinely thought they had switched actors and that she was now being played by a man. The subtle change in eye color, a cheek prosthetic and the actress's wonderful physical acting really had me fooled. It wasn't until her hair was off her face that I realized it was all one person.

And going off of that...the scene where the doctor asks to speak to the demon (again, it's not a spoiler, this was heavily featured in the trailer) is hands-down the best scene in the movie. That was the moment I got tense, with my hands balled into fists. And the scene does something really smart, with the doctor telling the audience to stay quiet...it almost forces us to bottle in our reaction, which only increases our tension and dread.

I would really like to see this one again. I just read the NY Times review (glowing, BTW) that said it may actually be scarier at home than a theater....I mean, it is about a TV show...so to see the "Night Owls" episode on your TV with all the insanity unfolding may make it more terrifying.

All in all, I thought this was a damn good movie. Again, I think my expectations were a bit too high and so it took me a while to adjust and process.

All of the acting was fantastic. I'm so glad that David Dasmalchian is leading a movie...he's such a great actor. I thought the young actress who plays Lily (Ingrid Torelli) did a fantastic job...she made Lily so off-putting and strange, and it was clear that she was struggling with what (or who) ever is inside her.

In the trailer, Kevin Smith was quoted as calling this Rosemary's Baby meets Network...and I half agree with that statement. I'd consider it more Network meets Don't Look Now. You have the examination of the price of fame and the hunger for ratings, while all the while there is this creeping sense of dread and something happening just off camera that leads you to a shocking ending you don't expect. There's also a bit of Scanners thrown in there too (I've seen a lot of people comparing the poster to Scanners)...so if you're squeamish about really over-the-top gore, this is your warning, there are a couple of moments that took me by total surprise.

If I had to give it a letter grade, I'd probably give it an A-. Brought down only because I'm not the biggest fan of over-the-top gore, so that hypnosis scene wasn't too pleasant for me (If you've seen it, you know what I mean) and I wish that they hadn't needed to use CG for a couple effects. But all-in-all, a really solid horror film that I deserves to be seen!

Also, just as the studio logos started, our theater lights just...turned on...fortunately they were off by the time the movie started, but it was a weird little hiccup. I think a staff member was actually in the audience and was able to get it fixed asap.

#late night with the devil #horror #highly recommended!

[good-beanswrites]

Drabble for anon -- Fashion with Mikoto and Muu! It took a bit to think what sort of relationship/interactions they'd have, but I think Muu would keep things pretty straightforward if they had common ground.

If, several months ago, someone had told Mikoto he’d be sitting side by side with two murderers who’d killed children in broad daylight, he would have laughed at them. If they told him he’d be the guilty one and they’d be the innocent ones, he would have replied that they were crazy. If they told him they’d all be discussing fashion tips, he would’ve walked away from the conversation altogether. 

Yet there he sat with Muu and Haruka, as she chatted about the shoes she’d requested for the boy. The two didn’t seem to think there was anything bizarre about the situation. Mikoto, meanwhile, hadn’t been able to feel any sense of normalcy for a while now. 

“He insists on wearing those ugly pants, but I figured with the right accessories I can dress it up a bit, you know?” She fluttered her hand, flashing perfect nails. Haruka didn’t mind the comment about his pants.

“Yeah…” Mikoto was trying his best to follow the conversation. He watched the wearily, unsure why they’d come to sit with him in the first place. Most of the prisoners had been pretty forthcoming about their fear of him these days. Even now, Haruka stayed completely silent, his eyes flicking nervously to Mikoto every now and then. Not that he blamed them. He was just as frightened of himself.

Mikoto had removed himself from the sessions with the smoking group. He spent more time in his cell than in the common area. He never missed a meal, though. He had to keep his strength up, he would tell himself, though he was never sure what for. 

Well… part of him did know what it was for. That’s exactly what scared him.

“What about you?” Muu asked, cutting off his rapidly spiraling thoughts.

He looked up quickly. “What about me?”

“Are you going to try to style that uniform at all? I thought you were a designer.” She said it with a hint of disgust toward its current state: nearly torn to shreds, featuring patches absolutely filthy from prison grime. But Mikoto felt himself perk up at the words. At least someone remembered who he was. Just a simple designer from the city. A normal guy who was good at normal things, like fashion. 

“I hadn’t put much thought into it, to be honest.” He looked down at himself with a weak smile. “I don’t really know if any sort of outfit is salvageable now, anyway…”

“Of course it is!” Muu looked at him like he was crazy, but not in the way he’d grown used to recently. “You’ll need to go for a specific aesthetic, obviously. Like grunge, or something you could play off of the whole distressed look. But you can definitely do it.”

Though he knew she meant it differently, he certainly did think his appearance was rather ‘distressed’ these days. “I appreciate it, but I don’t know if I’m in the mood for all that.” He couldn’t imagine dedicating any attention to his appearance with everything going on. “I haven’t really… I haven’t felt myself lately.”

“That’s the exact reason to do it.” Muu rolled her eyes. “I thought you went to school for this.”

“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The surest way to feel better about yourself is to dress your best. There’s a reason depressed people never change their clothes.” 

Mikoto’s face scrunched up. He opened his mouth, but she continued, “I mean, look at Haruka! He’s really come into himself now that he’s wearing something more flattering. I’m sure you’ll feel more yourself once you get something that suits you.”

Growing bored with the topic, Muu returned to talking about her own outfits. 

Mikoto smiled. She may have had a few things backwards, but the suggestion wasn’t a bad one.

“So I was thinking about some lavender earrings --”

“Nah,” Mikoto spoke up, “your hair is such a unique color, sticking with the gold is a good idea.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, and then it’ll coordinate with your uniform, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re right!”

“But I do like the shoes you chose, it’ll be flattering with the whole look.”

“Thank you! Now, what do you think about this skirt…”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #i mean haruka is there but hes just chillin asdfsd #i wanted to see a nice interaction within the prison for him but this made me think of cute normal au shopping trips and designer convos :' #im not sure how old mikotos little sister is but i like to think muu reminds him or her on occasion #in my heart the smoking group is only temporarily separated because mikoto himself took a step back -- once he gets himself some #self acceptance theyll all be back to it in no time !! #thank you again for the request -- this was so fun :) #drabbles

[pankowperfection]

Hometown

Summary: a trip to your hometown has an unexpected ending

Warnings: smut, oral (male and fem receiving), sweet sex, praise kink, 18+

A/N: this was all typed on my phone and unedited so sorry for any typos 😅

You and JJ had always been close friends, spending childhood days together running around your shared neighborhood. You’d never quite gotten the timing right, one of you interested in more when the other wasn’t. Fast forward to adult years and your lives had taken different paths, drifting apart like two ships going out to sea. You went away to college, graduating and moving far away from the shitty little town you grew up in, never really looking back. JJ stuck around, following in the footsteps of many of your classmates, finding work and trying to settle down. You chatted occasionally, nothing too deep but always staying in contact.

When you came back to visit some family, everything changed. You ran into JJ, literally, at the local store, years spent apart doing nothing to dampen how he affected you. He somehow looked better than you remembered, boyish features had turned into the hard lines of a man. His calloused hands wrapped around your arms, catching you so you didn’t fall. You noticed although he had several rings on his fingers, none appeared to be a wedding band and a spark inside you flickered with hope. “Easy sweetheart, where are you rushing off to?” Your old nickname makes your heart race, adding to the butterflies in your stomach. “Wow J, you look great. I’m just in town visiting family.” He grins down at you, hands still resting on your arms as if he’s trying to hold you steady. “You look great too y/n. Are you in a rush right now? Have time to catch up?” “Sure J, what did you have in mind?” “Follow me to my place? I’ve got some tequila I know you’ll love.” You quickly agree, heading out to your car and following his truck down the familiar roads.

He holds the door open for you as you walk into his house, space matching almost exactly what you had pictured in your mind. Minimal furniture but still cozy, the space was warm and inviting just like his personality. You head to the couch, making yourself comfortable as you watch him pour two glasses of tequila in the kitchen. You can’t help but notice how his muscles flex as he screws off the lid, only adding to the growing heat between your thighs. He sits down close enough that your legs are touching, electricity spreading through your veins. “So, how have you been?” He smiles, throwing back the liquid before scooting closer. “Look y/n, I didn’t invite you here for small talk. I’ve always wanted you, even when I was too stupid to admit it. I think you feel the same way, and I just couldn’t go on without knowing.” The walls you had built up over the years come crashing down, emotions flooding back and overtaking your system. “Took you long enough.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s kissing you, pressing you down into the cushions as his tongue explores your mouth for the first time. You moan against his lips, already drunk off the feeling of his body melded to yours.

Your legs wrap around his waist, desperate to get him closer to where you need him most. Your nails claw into his back, his loud moan only making you wetter. “Shit y/n. You’ll be the death of me.” You buck your hips up into his, curses falling from his lips at the feeling of your most intimate parts rubbing together. “I need you J. Please do something.” “Not here, hang on to me.” He stands up abruptly, picking you up bridal style, arm behind your knees as yours wrap around his neck. You take advantage of your position and shower his jaw and neck in kisses, slightly salty taste of his skin driving you wild. He places you down gently on the floor, hands sliding to the bottom of your shirt and silently asking for permission to remove it. With a nod from your head he pulls it up and off, trying not to drool at the sight of your breasts, perky and round in your bra. He takes his time, undoing the clasp and letting the straps glide slowly down your arms, almost like he’s unwrapping a very delicate present. Your nipples harden under his stare, aching for his touch already. He cups each mound gently, skilled fingers massaging your skin just right as pleasure spreads through your veins. You let out a gasp when his mouth wraps around your right bud, sucking it softly and flicking it with his tongue. “Fuck JJ, feels so good.” You feel rather than see him grin, kissing his way to your left breast and giving it equal attention.

You’re starting to get impatient, attempting to wiggle out of your shorts and panties. He grabs your wrists, pulling your hands away with a stern look. “I’ve waited so long for this moment. Let me enjoy it baby.” Your irritation melts away, hands gliding into his hair as he drops to his knees, slowly popping the button on your shorts. You can’t look away, mesmerized by the sight of him looking hungrily at the damp spot on your panties. He slowly peels the lace down your tan legs, kissing random spots on your skin and making you even wetter. Finally you’re bare before him and he looks up at you, blue eyes burning with lust and passion like you’ve never seen before. He walks you backwards, legs hitting the mattress and forcing you to sit down. He kisses a lazy trail up your thigh, breathing in the heady scent of your arousal. “God, look at you baby. Soaking wet and all for me.” “J please,” you whine, desperate for him to do something, anything to relieve the ache. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make you feel so good.”

His tongue glides slowly through your folds, groaning loudly against your core at the taste of you. Somehow knowing just what gets you off, he buries two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out slowly as his tongue lavishes your clit. He flicks your sensitive bud up and down, steadily increasing his pace as your moans and cries get louder. When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it lightly, you explode. Back arching off the bed and thighs squeezing his face as you cum harder than ever before. The aftershocks keep coming, body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. He continues lapping softly at your core, only stopping when you force his face away. You grab him by the hair, pulling him up your body and forcing his lips back to yours. The taste of your climax on his tongue only turns you on more, groaning into his mouth when his erection presses against your sex. You attempt to roll him over, desperate to feel the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth. “Let me taste you J.” He finally gives in, resting on his elbows so he can watch you work. You decide to tease him back, trailing open mouthed kisses down his chest, taking time to kiss and lick each defined piece of ab. Your tongue teases along his V lines, giggling when he lets out a groan of frustration. The very obvious tent in his khakis looks borderline painful, straining so hard it looks like his zipper might bust. You undo the button, JJ letting out a hiss as the cool air hits his naked flesh. “Commando? Really J?” He shakes his head helplessly, silently begging for you to touch him.

You spit on your palm, wrapping your small hand around the base and enjoying the velvety feel of his hot skin. You give him a few slow pumps, marveling at how beautiful his member truly is. You can’t resist the urge to taste him, leaning over and licking the tip clean as his hips jolt upwards. His eyes are glued to your face, not convinced he isn’t dreaming that you finally have your plump lips wrapped around him. You make quick work of his shaft, swallowing him down fully until your nose touches his pelvis. “Fuck princess, taking me so well.” His praise only spurs you on, setting a quick rhythm, bobbing your head up and down as your tongue massages his length. He tangles one hand in your hair, holding it back so he has the perfect view. His moans are the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard, making your pussy ache all over again. His thighs tense under your hands, cock twitching and letting you know he’s close. You’re eager to taste his cum but he has other ideas, pulling you off him as he struggles not to blow his load. “I’m going to cum inside you sweetheart.”

He rolls your bodies again, resting on his arms as he hovers over your frame. He maintains eye contact as he nudges just the tip inside, both of you gasping at the feeling of finally being joined together. He inches in slowly, savoring the moment of your walls welcoming him inside. When he finally bottoms out you groan, never feeling quite so full in your life. “J, God. You feel so good.” “Shit baby, so do you. So tight.” He rocks his hips forwards, both of you moaning at the delicious feeling. He laces your finges together, kissing you tenderly as he starts to thrust in and out. You’re in pure bliss, incoherent words and his name tumbling from your lips as you meet his thrusts. With every push and pull of his body you soar closer to the edge, band winding tighter in your core and making your toes curl. He starts to move faster, desperate to make you fall apart for him again. “Come on sweetheart, cum on my cock.” One hand trails down between your bodies, rough fingers rubbing soft circles into your clit. Your body obeys, walls clamping around him as you cry out his name. The feeling of you clenching around him does him in, hips stuttering as he fills you with his cum.

He lays down on top of you, still hard inside as he brushes the hair out of your face. “I have another confession.” His baby blues gaze down at your face, still not believing he got lucky enough to have you at all, hoping he isn’t pushing his luck. “You can tell me anything J. What is it?” Your fingers graze his back, tracing random patterns over his taut muscles. He takes a deep breath, holding onto a small bit of hope that you feel the same. “I’m still in love with you. I know it took me a long time to say it and I hope I’m not too late.” The tears start to fall down your cheeks, overtaken with the validation of him finally admitting his feelings. “Oh JJ, you big idiot. Of course I love you too. I’ve always been in love with you.” “Aw don’t cry y/n. It’s all going to workout.” His words put you at ease in a way only he can, his thumbs also wiping away your tears. He kisses you again, unable to help himself now that he knows you have a chance. “Do you want to shower and maybe go to dinner with me?” “Sounds perfect J, let’s go.” After another round in the shower the two of you head out of the house hand in hand, future uncertain but at least you had each other.

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[cinnademon]

Hey! I was wondering if you have any tips/ would be willing to share your process for drawing character faces and expressions? It's something I'm trying to improve in my own art, and I adore how specific and clearly readable yours are across all your different pieces.

Absolutely! To start, I wouldn't say I have a "process", it kind of varies depending on the style of the piece I'm doing. That being said, since most of my art here is mostly all comic book/animesque style, I'll give some info on how I tackle expressions and how to build a good foundation for any expressions you want to draw.

The Basics: The Skull

Everything starts with the skull 💀 I've spent a lot of time learning the underlying structure of the human head, namely the skull and facial muscles. The skull is divided into many zones and regions (of which I do not remember all the scientific names), so to simplify things, I divide the skull into the four main parts below:

(I simplify the maxilla and teeth into a circle, since it's approximately curved when closed.)

I usually spend at least 5 min a day just doodling skulls so that way I don't lose the visual inventory I have in my mind. It makes it easier when I want to sketch characters and expressions on the fly.

That's the structure, but now you need to learn how the motion of the skull actually works. Do studies of how the jaw moves compared to the cranium and maxilla. This is important because if you want to draw your characters screaming/crying/arguing etc., you need to understand how the face stretches to accommodate the open jaw.

It's also important to learn how to draw the skull in 3D space. Yep, I'm talking about head angles. For my Tucker Neon post, since we’re staring down at him from a high angle I drew a rough skull to figure out how his facial features would work in this perspective:

Having a good understanding of the skull will provide you with a solid blueprint for drawing any expressions you want, which brings us to... 

Facial Muscles

If the skull is the foundation, I would say that the facial muscles are loosely the “architecture” of a person’s face. It’s always moving, always changing, and learning how they behave across the human face is a must for nailing expressions. To get a better idea of how the muscles contract/stretch across your face, I would recommend two things: scrunch your face, and use a mirror!

Here you can feel all the areas that crease, which areas are tighter, and which areas “lift” more when you work those muscles! 💪 These creases can add more emotion and intensity to whatever expression you’re drawing; how much creasing depends on the intensity, which is up to you.

This is something that manga & anime make excellent use of; they’re not shy when it comes to conveying what their characters are feeling:

Which brings us to our last topic...

Stylization

Are these guidelines I said so far hard rules? No, they are not. Part of drawing expressions is stylizing and exaggerating realistic human proportions and behaviors. This is why I love collecting anime expression studies. Look at these awesome faces and acting:

And here’s some western animation examples added for good measure:

Do real-life mouths stretch like that? Or do eyebrows move on top of the eyes when you glare? No, but it’s all in the service of exaggerating the expressions and emotions that the characters are feeling and really communicating that intent with your audience. You learn the structure of the skull and facial muscles to get a good understanding of how they work, and then you use what you know to stretch and exaggerate the physical limitations of the human face. 

Essentially:  Learn the rules so that you can break them.

And now that I have subjected you to my long-winded TED talk, let me get to answering your actual question and showing you my process! 😂  

When I’m drawing expressions, I act them out in front of a mirror; this is the best way to learn expressions, by drawing them from real life. As you can see, sometimes I do a quick sketch of a skull to get an angle accurate, but if a character is stylized or facing the viewer at eye level, I just skip ahead to the final sketch. 

I hope this was helpful! I’m going to include a post full of good resources and tutorials on drawing expressions later today! 

#tutorial #my art #expressions #facial expressions #faces #asks #threewaysdivided

[ecoamerica]

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