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wombywoo · 7 months

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Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~

Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️

First things first--references!

Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃

As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:

Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅

Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️

(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)

Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~

When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:

Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️

Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:

It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.

The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.

Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.

It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️

Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍

Now onto the background!

It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙

I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️

Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..

Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.

Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏

And now--rendering!

I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪

I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:

Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.

This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪

A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️

I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~

Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed 😚

They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can

Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~

The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍

And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:

Tada!! It's done!

All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️

I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~

As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:

A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭

Anyway! peace out ✌️

#tutorial #my art #art tutorial #since people have been asking #I remembered to save my process from this latest work~#enjoy 🙆‍♀️

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theminecraftbee · 6 months

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okay, okay, superhero au concept of the day: soup group identity shenanigans au. the soup group all rent a house together, they became friends... i don't know when, still figuring this out, but they're all buddies. however, they're all involved in the hero scene in their own way, and everyone's levels of knowing how involved in the hero scene they are is varied.

impulse is a relatively new hero (name pending), after an accident at his desk job somehow left him with electricity-based powers. he's kind of awkward and new at the whole gig, but he is determined to do his best! he is keeping his identity secret to keep what he thinks are his two civilian housemates safe, as well as to keep his other friends safe. he's a bit over his head but he mostly fights low-level villains at the moment anyway. he knows the least information of everybody but he's ALSO the most likely to have a crisis if he learns anything about his housemates.

pearl is a vigilante known as the cleaning lady. she's not so much an active combatant most of the time as someone who takes advantage of existing fights and crime scenes for her own ends, helping to make sure she puts down criminals and collects information from the aftermath. she'll help either side in order to meet her goal of cleaning up the city from the chaos it's currently in, and she dislikes most serious crime, she just... goes about it in a way most heroes do not agree with. she's figured out impulse's identity and avoids him in her night work because she's certain he'd clock her immediately. as for the red deer... she's worked with her once or twice and is kind of terrified, but doesn't know her identity at all.

gem is the soup group's mysteriously rich friend who is the one helping them rent the house together. really it would be suspicious she was renting with the kind of money her job makes and how much she can afford with what she supposedly actually makes if both pearl and impulse weren't so busy hiding their identities. and gem's glad! she's excited to have friends she can play civilian with--that doesn't normally last this long! because gem is the terrifying mercenary and hitman for hire, the red deer. compared to both impulse and pearl (who are normally considered small-time), gem is considered a "if you are not specifically pseudo-hawk, do not engage" level threat. she's particularly known for, if her job is to take down someone interesting, handing them a weapon and letting them have a "fair fight" back. only pseudo-hawk (real name false symmetry) has held her off before. the rest of her targets go home in body bags, and she gets her money. she rarely actually kills someone who ISN'T a target, but she still hurts them enough to keep them out of the way if they try to interfere.

and gem... gem knows EXACTLY who her housemates are. she's keeping an eye on the chatter about them, too. right now, no one who wants their head is offering the kind of money the red deer is worth, of course, so she doesn't have to worry. her status as one of the most dangerous villains in the city remains safe, and she can have her civilian friends, especially since she's pretty sure they don't know who she is! but if any of that falls apart. if they find her identity. if impulse manages to piss off an actually powerful villain, or pearl finally steps on the toes of a gang that can do something about her... well. well. gem... doesn't miss a target. and it would be fun! it would be... something, at least. she's starting to not be sure what she'd do, and that's... dangerous, in her line of work.

but the thing is, it's nice sharing a house, the three of them. surely, the weight of everyone's respective secrets and allegiances won't collapse around them!

...right?

#hermitcraft #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #LISTEN THIS /STARTED/ AS THE GEM STUFF HENCE HER HAVING THE MOST DETAIL #but i LOVE some identity shenanigans. so #LET'S GO.

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arabellasleopardcoat · 10 months

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Hi! For the bingo: Daemon Targaryen & courting?

Mirror (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Warnings: Targaryen reader. Mature situations. Mature language. A bit of angst, incest, and innocence kink.

Summary: Courting. Daemon’s version.

A/N: Everyone who writes Daemon fics has tackled this trope. I missed oneshots so bad.

There was little King Viserys wouldn’t do for his lovely daughters. During your childhood, there were two of everything. Two Septas, two dolls, two play daggers. For as long as you have been alive, there have been efforts made to make things fair.

No doubt, it was the legacy of your mother. Your father was nice enough, but you doubted he had the foresight to try to avoid sibling rivalry. Queen Aemma’s influence had been greatly missed after her passing.

It had been then when the problems between you and Rhaenyra had started. Your relationship had gotten even more rocky when she was named heir. The situation had turned so bad, even your father had noticed. And just as if it were one of his models, he had demanded perfect symmetry in all aspects.

The same rooms. Same number of servants. Same number of dresses you were allowed to own. An even split of your mother’s jewels.

Unfortunately, there were things not even King Viserys could fix. This was one of them, you thought, as you sat on one of the rails of the dragon pit.

Daemon and Rhaenyra race on their dragons in the open sky right above you. They shriek in laughter and shout things in High Valyrian. You are not sure which you resent more. Rhaenyra, for dragging you along with the promise of tending to Syrax or Daemon for interrupting your time with your sister.

It seemed as if all you did was fight now. The occasion where you did not was rare, and so, intrusion on it was not welcome. But at the same time, you can’t help but wonder if Rhaenyra is playing a cruel trick on you, dragging you here so you can see what you are missing.

Despite your best attempts at keeping yourself calm, you can’t help but feel rage bubble up in your throat. Rage, and a deep sense of failure. You had heard even Laena Velaryon, younger than you, had managed to claim a dragon. Was this why your father had chosen Rhaenyra to be heir and not you?

It felt cruel, and hurtful. Not only did your uncle always pay more attention to Rhaenyra, but now you had to watch them do things you couldn’t do. Go where you couldn’t follow, and made you watch them go.

They dismount a few feet away from you. With them, comes all the hassle and fretting of the dragon keepers. Caraxes always takes a long time to settle after going flying, and so, you relax in your seat. You hope enough time might go by, they forget about your existence and you can slip out unnoticed. It would save you the embarrassment of having to hear them flirt and tell you everything as if you were a child.

No luck for you today, though. You smell it before you see it. Sweat, leather and the unmistakable stink of dragon. Your nose scrunches up, and you jump off the railing just in time to avoid your uncle’s ruffling of your hair.

Rhaenyra snickers a little. Despite the dragon ride, she looks as royal and regal as ever. It’s a feat you admire and despise greatly.

“Trying to sneak up on me?” You frown. You don’t need any further embarrassing. Being startled and falling into the mud would have been just the cherry on top.

Daemon ignores you, tugging on your braid.

“No dragon yet?”

“No.” Your answer it’s harsh, and perhaps a bit rude, but this feels as if they are targedly mocking you. Daemon raises his eyebrows, looking on the edge of apologizing, if such a thing it’s even possible for him. Rhaenyra, more used to your moods, just rolls her eyes.

“Let her be, Kepa.” She whispers, as if you are not there. “She is always like this.”

“Pouty?” Daemon tilts your chin up with two fingers. You jerk your head away, glaring daggers at him.

“Bitter.” Rhaenyra speaks, and you glare at her instead. You do not understand why she is so mean, lately. Her being named heir has not done anything good for your relationship, but you had tried your best to play nice. She didn’t seem to care.

“I can hear both of you.” You complain, but they just laugh. Angrily, you stomp off.

You feel too jittery to go back to your chambers. It would make you more angry, if you were to go inside the castle so soon. It’s too pleasant of a day to be spent cooped up at the Red Keep. Too preoccupied with your thoughts, you don’t notice someone is following you.

Your feet lead you to the training yard. It makes sense, in a way. This is where you have been coming the past few months when the castle got too small to house both you and Rhaenyra.

Early in the morning as it is, the yard is empty. Save for your sworn shield, of course. While Rhaenyra had gotten Ser Criston Cole, handsome and dornish, you had gotten Ser Harwin Strong. Riverlander, just as handsome and with a clear infatuation with your sister.

But kind. Unbearably so.

“I figured your meeting with the Princess would not go as planned.” He explains, as he helps you out of your cloak and jewelry. Ser Harwin helps you put on some protective gear before handing you a wooden sword.

He has been teaching you swordplay for the past few months. Not so much for self-defense, but as a way to curb your more violent impulses. When you feel like you might throttle Rhaenyra or perhaps smother her with a pillow, you come to him.

It's good. You have not learned a lot, but there is something utterly satisfying about hitting someone as hard as you can. With wooden swords and against Ser Harwin, you know there is no real possibility of hurting him. He is much taller and stronger than you.

There is also something satisfying about blocking his blows, too. In the smacking sound, in the effort it takes. You understand why men enjoy battle so much, finally. When you walk away, you are always sore and bruised, but your mind is finally quiet.

“I have just resigned myself to an arranged marriage.” You say to Ser Harwin, as you block his sword with great effort. “All the men in the court are panting after her, it’s no use.”

And you do think you are on the right, this time. Too often, you feel overshadowed by her, and seeing your uncle and Ser Harwin on the same day just confirms it. You have no chance at finding true love, not when every man here only has eyes for her.

You didn’t necessarily were a romantic person, but a bit of attention would be nice. Feeling desired and admired in the way Rhaenyra was. They even called her the Realm’s delight, for Gods’s sake.

“Are they after her? Or her tittle?” Ser Harwin tries to disarm you. You hit harder, a low blow aimed to his ribs that he avoids with little effort.

“You tell me.” You pant, a little out of breath. It was something you frequently wondered yourself, but never about him. Ser Harwin clearly wasn’t hoping to be King. What he wanted was something much more carnal. You had seen the way his eyes trailed Rhaenyra’s figure when they were together in a room. He appreciated her personality, perhaps, but he clearly wanted to bed her.

You loved teasing him about it. For such a big man, he could sure get sheepish.

“Fair.” Ser Harwin chuckled, raising his wooden sword again. You liked that he was very good-humored. He didn't mind your teasing. “But think of the bright side. If someone is after you, they are really after you.”

You frowned. He had a point, you supposed. If a man were about to pursue you, it might be because you are a Targaryen, or because of your valyrian looks. But never because of the Iron Throne. With baby Aegon existence, you are certain that whatever your place in the succession line is, plenty of people would have to die for you to even have a weak claim to it.

“Wise words for one so young.” The voice startles both of you. As if you were children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, you freeze. Ser Harwin even drops his wooden sword. “You should heed your knight, niece.”

“Uncle.” You answer, casually. You know Daemon. If he senses weakness, he is going to pounce. While Ser Harwin has given away already that you are not exactly doing something your father approves off, you are not going to have your Uncle thinking he has something to blackmail you with.

Daemon ignores you, choosing to attack the weak link. He tuts at Harwin.

“Poor form. And a poor trainer. Leave us.”

Harwin hesitates. He is not supposed to leave you alone and unprotected. Much less, with your uncle. Daemon it’s not known for his trustworthiness.

“With all due respect, Prince Daemon, I am not allowed…”

“Leave us, boy.” Daemon’s tone turns harsher. Channeling all the authority he has as a Prince. Now, your sworn shield can’t refuse. It’s an order, not a suggestion. But Harwin remains where he is, looking to you for approval.

Your uncle’s eyes flash dangerously at the defiance. You look at Harwin and nod. He leaves.

You twirl your wooden sword. Daemon smirks.

“Commendable.” He gives a slow clap. “Very loyal guard dog, you have there.”

“You could learn a thing or two.” You answer, vicious. The human equivalent of an animal biting down and refusing to release its jaws. By the brief look of hurt on his face, you have touched a nerve.

But soon, his expression smooths down into a vicious little smile, to match yours.

“So this is where you have been disappearing to.”

“So?” You ask, all nonchalance.

“Feisty.” Your uncle kicks Harwin’s discarded wooden sword away and unsheathes his. Whatever this is, it’s long overdone, you realize. You are bouncing with pent-up anger and frustration.

Daemon strikes at you, hard. The flat side of his sword hits your ribs. It hurts even with the protections Harwin makes you wear, a dull sting on your torso.

“If this was a real fight, you would be dead.” His tone is smug. You cannot take it, and so, bang your wooden sword against his hip.

“And you would be unable to walk.”

Your uncle laughs, coldly. He is angry too, you realize. In that messy way he gets, sometimes. Teeth bared in a cocky grin, still high on the thrill of riding Caraxes and chasing Rhaenyra.

Despite your best attempts, you are no match for him. He is a seasoned warrior. He has been at war for the last couple of years. No amount of anger can match his technique. Soon, he has you disarmed and cornered, Dark Sister at your throat.

“Not bad. I might even bruise.” His tone drips condescension, but there is something odd going on in his face. His pupils are blown, his chest is heaving, and there is no way it’s with exertion. While you were panting and begging for a respite, Daemon hadn’t even worked up a sweat. “You need a real sword.”

“Perhaps. But then Rhaenyra gets one, and this is only mine.” It’s more honest than you would like, but you are still trying to decipherate what exactly he is feeling. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy. You feel confused.

“Is that why you want a husband? To have someone only yours?” Daemon suddenly is much closer, twirling the end of your braid between his fingers.

You scoff, and push him away.

“That’s none of your concern.”

You storm inside the Red Keep, scowling. Finally, it seemed, Daemon and Rhaenyra had managed to run you off the castle’s grounds.

The encounter is barely given a second thought. You decide to keep yourself busy for the rest of Daemon’s visit to King’s Landing. Knowing him, he is due to get exiled soon. There is no point in worrying about it.

You fill up your days with activities, be it harassing some tutors, your Septa, or even visiting orphaned children in King’s Landing. That activity is one you and Ser Harwin particularly enjoy. It fills you with joy when you get to run around and play in the mud with your stern guard having no choice but to tag along. You have even caught him smiling when little girls ask to braid his hair.

Things are surprisingly calm. You would have expected your uncle to be involved in a scandal by now. Yet, there are no rumors of him bedding three whores in one sitting, nor there is an irate Otto Hightower asking your father to send him away.

Until one night, you find a jeweled sword resting on your bed. It’s small, but you can tell from the sharpness of the blade that it is made from Valyrian steel. You start training with it the next day, getting used to its weight. If Ser Harwin thinks anything of your sudden interest in doing more than hitting him, he doesn’t show it.

You are not surprised to find your Uncle waiting for you after your morning practice. At first glance, the courtyard is as empty as when you began your training. Despite it, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching.

Just as you are entering the Red Keep, sweaty and ready for a bath, Daemon steps out from the shadows.

“You look so grown up in riding attire.” He says, from beneath some trees. “Almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Almost didn’t recognize you, either. No scandal in nearly a month?” You start to loosen your braid, accelerating the process of getting into your bath as you walk. There is nothing you want more than to just soak in hot water and let the warmth wash away your soreness. “You must be getting old.”

“Youthfulness is in the spirit.” Daemons hurries to reach you, falling into step right beside you. You resist the urge to walk faster if only to see him struggle. Power play. Always. Push, and pull, and don’t let anyone else get the upper hand.

“Ah, that makes sense.” You slow down your steps because while you enjoy angering your uncle, you would rather not anger him too much. “You have the spirit of a child.”

“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.” Daemon ruffles your hair, uncaring that’s matted in sweat. You make a face. “Did you like your gift?”

“Depends.” You give him a feral little grin. Your uncle looks at you, as if deciding whether he wants to bite or not. Knowing him as you do, you know he can’t stand the intrigue.

“On what?”

“How many of Rhaenyra’s necklaces you had to melt to get the sword.”

“That blade is worth at least five of her necklaces.” Daemon boasts. You give him an unimpressed look.

“Huh. Then I like it.”

“Not love it?”

“It wasn’t ten.” And with a cheeky grin, you are off towards your chambers.

You don’t see Daemon for a few days. You hear him, unfortunately. He is everywhere at once, yet never wherever you are. You know of him in the shape of rumors and hearsay.

When you go fetch yourself a tea tray in the kitchen, your uncle is in the middle of the servants. “I heard last night he was with four whores!” As you ask a maid about your sister’s whereabouts, he is her chosen companion. “Princess Rhaenyra went out to race your uncle, Princess.” And of course, when your father complains, Daemon is in the midst of it. “He insulted Otto and then walked out of the council meeting.”

Despite your wishes, your uncle starts to occupy more of your mind’s space than you would like. You keep wondering what he is up to, each rumor more outrageous than the last. You cannot help but wonder if it’s you who was prompted him to wreak such havoc. The idea of having such power over him, that an offhanded comment can cause such a reaction, makes something tingle in your stomach.

You find him next in the gardens. Alicent and Rhaenyra are fighting again, a nasty thing that soon turns into a screaming match. That's a dynamic you have stayed out of, since you had memory. While Alicent and Rhaenyra were friends, you never felt anything towards Alicent besides a slight sympathy. She seemed nice enough, but she was not your friend.

Rhaenyra and you loved in the same way, you see. Possessive, harsh. As Princesses, you never learned to share. You wanted your person to be only yours. Alicent was Rhenyra’s, and so, you stepped aside.

When she married your father, you weren’t exactly pleased. But you had the emotional detachment Rhenyra lacked, being too close to the situation. In time, you had come to understand that it wasn’t like she had a choice, either.

So, it wasn’t like you were going to break with tradition now. To avoid their screams, you had decided to pace the gardens. Daemon seemed to have the same idea because you find him sitting on a bench with a book in his hands.

“Came to join me?” He asks, voice smooth like honey.

“Rather to escape the screeching.” You sit by his side, curiously peering at the book he holds.

“A Cautionary Tale For Young Girls.” Daemon’s smirk is the only thing that gives him away, that, and the fact that the book is written in High Valyrian. “Most illuminating read. You should try it.”

You laugh, despite yourself. His lips twitch into a more genuine smile, less full of smugness and bravado.

“I was getting lonely.” You say, softly. The admission surprises even you. “You are with Rhaenyra all the time.”

Don’t go where I can’t follow, you wish to say. Don’t take her from me. My other half. But you don’t speak the words aloud, from fear of him repeating your confession. You don’t want to beg Rhaenyra for affection, not when you have been competing with her all your life.

Daemon makes a face, as if pained of what he will say next. He seems wary of hurting you. You wonder if that means he cares for you, in his own twisted way. It’s not often he worries about what others think.

“She has a dragon.” No matter how gentle the tone, it hurts anyway.

“I miss her. Not you.” But it’s a lie. You know it’s a bad pattern, and you shouldn’t miss him, but you are so used to competing for affection that Daemon has become both your rival and the one you crave. The weeks without him have been lonely and taxing. No matter if it was you who pushed him away and didn’t care to reach out after.

“I remember you two were close.” Something must change in your face because your uncle reaches toward you, gently squeezing your arm.

“We used to be. She is just… So angry, all the time. And has all these new people. Admires, prospects…” You feel like a fool. There is a deep sense of unfulfillment and being wronged yet at the same time, you know you are being unreasonable. This was always going to happen. You can’t share the Iron Throne, and she has always been your father’s favorite. Rhaenyra was always going to be the heir.

“Which one am I?”

You shrug.

“It's not like I care.” But you do. You do care, despite your best sense. Because you want to be his favorite. You have always wanted to be someone’s favorite, but Daemon has a special brand of devotion for those he cares about. You wish you could be counted on that list, lately. By the smile on his face, Daemon can probably tell. “And it's not like before she didn't have things that were only hers.”

"I thought you shared everything.” Your uncle tucks a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. You lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

“She has Alicent. Had. Still does.” You know when the time comes, Alicent will be there for Rhaenyra. They are tied together by destiny in ways Rhaenyra and you are not.

“The curse of the younger brother.” With your eyes still closed, his hand gently brushing your hair back, the words do not feel as if they are being spoken aloud. The gardens around you feel muffled, distant. Perhaps it’s the soothing touch, or the deep pang of sadness in your chest, but you do not understand what Daemon means.

“I beg your pardon?” You open your eyes, giving him a confused expression. Not only is he muttering nonsense, your uncle is much closer to you than he was before. Daemon’s forehead is nearly pressed into yours, his thumb now gently rubbing across your jawline.

“Viserys and Rhaenyra are the same.” He explains, tracing your cheekbone next. As if he is keen to learn your face from touch alone, carve it on his mind. It makes you smile slightly. The pain from mourning your innocence is very much still there, but it doesn’t feel like it’s tearing you apart. “Just as you and I are the same.”

“I…” You are not sure of what to answer. Naturally, it makes sense. You can feel it in your bones, but you can’t quite articulate the thought.

Daemon’s thumb presses against your lips in a downward motion, closing them.

“We could fly off tonight. Go to the Free cities, marry. No one would care.” His tone is fervent, urgent. Pleading with you. You keep quiet, and so does he. The silence stretches between the two of you. Your mind races.

Just as your lips flutter behind his thumb to answer the proposal, your uncle speaks again.

“We are free, you and I. But the Iron Throne chains them.”

It’s then you realize it was not a proposition, but rather an explanation of the thoughts you were unable to articulate. And perhaps it’s the sting of rejection or the deep sadness that has taken root on you since the death of your mother, but you cannot keep the words in. They come flowing, tumbling, rushing out of your mouth.

“I want to be a girl forever.” You say to him, starting to tear up. “I am not ready to be a woman.”

You are scared, you realize. No longer are you a girl playing to be a woman, dressing up in your mother’s jewels and dresses. Five years down the line, you will be married. Ten, it will be you who is a mother.

Your uncle gathers you into his arms, painfully soft. You would have never believed Daemon capable of such a tender touch.

“You can’t be innocent forever.”

“Everything is so complicated now. I just… I don’t want anything to change.”

You whisper against his neck. It’s a doomed wish. You know already it’s too late for it. No longer are you an innocent, no longer anything is the same. It will never be.

“Not all changes are bad. There can be pleasure in losing one’s innocence.” Daemon kisses your temple. “And I intend to show it to you.”

That night, the two of you sneak out of the Red Keep.

“I wanted to give you something only yours.” Your uncle says, as he leads you down the Street of Silk. Both of you are wearing rough cloaks, for discretion. You cling to his arm, afraid of getting lost in between the strange sights and smells.

There is so much to see and so much to hear. People laughing in the streets, singing, drunkards and patrons from the brothels mixing. While you are familiar with the streets of King’s Landing, you have never seen them at night. It’s both frightening and exhilarating, watching the city come to life in ways new to you.

There are no children in sight, only adults. The message that Daemon hoped to convey by bringing you here is loud and clear. You are no longer a girl, you are a woman. And so, instead of sleeping soundly in your bed as you have done all your childhood, you get to enjoy the wonders of the night.

The crowd gets even more rowdy as you pass the bigger pleasure houses and walk towards the ones that are at the end of the street. Secluded as they are, they spark your curiosity.

“Where are we going?” You ask your uncle, tugging at his arm. “Inside one of those? Why?”

“They cater to tastes that the rest do not.” Daemon comes to a stop in front of one, and takes off his hood. The woman at the doors takes one look at his hair and quickly ushers you both inside a room.

The room is bare except for a couple of chairs and a bed. You examine everything closely, noting the inferior quality of the furniture. These are not the kinds of chairs you are used to, at the Red Keep. After a while, and only when you notice no one else is hiding inside, you lower your hood. Being overly cautious never hurt anyone, after all.

“What tastes?” You squeeze Daemon’s hand. He gives you a puzzled look. “You said they cater to tastes…”

“You will see.” You are saved from the wait to know what he means by the door opening. Two servants, dressed in little clothing, step inside. Men, near your age. They are completely unique, yet similar. You get the feeling they are not simple servants, even though they serve you and Daemon goblets of wine.

You stare. You do not understand why they are not leaving.

Your uncle steps behind you, to whisper in your ear. His arms circle around your waist.

“Look at them.” He presses a chaste kiss just behind your ear. “Really look.”

So you do. One of the men is tall and strong. Almost wide. All bulging muscles. He has dark hair and light colored eyes. The other man is slightly slender, yet strong either way. He has lighter hair and a much sweeter face. They are both handsome, yet you do not understand what game Daemon could be playing.

“You wanted something only yours.” He mutters, kissing the crown of your head. He perches his chin on top of it. “Most girls, they don’t get to choose whom they lose their innocence to.”

It dawns on you then. He wants you to choose one of the men to… Well. It’s a nice thing to do, but so undeniably Daemon it hurts.

Feeling mischievous, you turn around in his grip.

“And I can choose any of the men in this room?” You smirk. Your uncle’s brows draw together, in disbelief.

“That’s the point, yes.” Daemon speaks slowly, as if explaining to someone particularly daft. Or innocent. “I’ll pay for it, don’t worry.”

“Good.” You smirk, and kiss him. You feel him smirk right back against your mouth.

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x you #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon x oc #daemon x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen smut #daemon smut #daemon fanfic #daemon fluff #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen fluff

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ezukll · 29 days

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⠀⠀⠀ 𐙚 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗶𝗴𝗻 𖹭

note: our rising sign (or the ascendant) dictates the “vibe” we give off and how we present ourselves to the world. The planet and the sign that rules our ascendant can greatly influence our appearance and the styles we gravitate toward and are suited to.

𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♈︎

As an Aries rising, it's advisable to wear clothes that complement your personality. Since Aries is known for its confidence and bravery, you should choose bold and energetic colors and accessories. Try including red, yellow, orange, or bold designs in your outfit. You can also experiment with different shapes and cuts that are more structured and accentuated. Accessorize with jewelry pieces that match your star energy, such as bold necklaces and rings.

𝗧𝗮𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♉︎

As a Taurus rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of comfort and stability in your appearance. You should go for pieces that are relaxed and comfy and avoid anything that's too restricting. You should pick hues and tones that complement your natural coloring. Darker shades like burgundy, forest green, and navy will suit your personality. Opt for a more natural look by wearing neutral colors like tan, beige, or brown. Keep accessories simple and minimal and avoid large or loud pieces.

𝗚𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♊︎

As a Gemini rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of duality and playfulness in your appearance. You should go with bold and expressive colors that reflect your versatility and adaptability. Try experimenting with geometric patterns or other bold designs. You should keep your look balanced with some neutral pieces to provide structure and stability. Accessorize with statement jewelry pieces that reflect your lively nature. Avoid anything too loud or flashy. Play around with different textures and fabrics to create an interesting appearance.

𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♋︎

As a Cancer rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of comfort, nurturing, and sensitivity in your appearance. You should go for pieces that are soft and delicate and avoid anything sharp or bold. You should choose earthy tones and neutral shades for your outfit. Avoid bright and vibrant colors. Accessorize with delicate jewelry pieces and accessories that evoke comfort and security. Keep your look subtle and understated, focusing more on comfort and practicality over boldness. Try layered looks to create a softer, more comfortable look.

𝗟𝗲𝗼 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♌︎

As a Leo rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of glamour, confidence, and elegance in your appearance. You should go for pieces that reflect your charismatic and outgoing nature. Try bold and eye-catching colors. Experiment with different cuts and fits that suit the king's vibe. Accessorize with statement jewelry pieces, such as large earrings or bold necklaces, to add allure and flair to your look. Play around with different textures and materials to create an eye-catching appearance. Embrace bright and vibrant shades as well to create an even more grandiose look.

𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♍︎

As a Virgo rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of minimalism, cleanliness, and practicality in your appearance. You should go for pieces that are neat and structured, avoiding anything too loud or flashy. Opt for neutral shades and muted tones. Accessorize with simple and understated jewelry pieces, like minimal studs, or small delicate chains. Keep your look practical and easy to maintain without compromising on style. Go for pieces that are easy to clean and keep tidy. Keep your appearance organized and minimalist to reflect your natural efficiency.

𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♎︎

As a Libra rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of balance, harmony, and elegance in your appearance. You should go for pieces that evoke a sense of balance and harmony. Try experimenting with pieces that feature symmetry in their design. Avoid loud colors and patterns and instead focus on muted shades and neutral tones. Accessorize with pieces that reflect balance and harmony, like simple studs or delicate necklaces. Experiment with different materials and textures to create an interesting look. Emphasize symmetry in your look and try to maintain overall balance.

𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♏︎

As a Scorpio rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of intensity, mystery, and depth in your appearance. You should go for pieces that evoke a sense of mystique and allure. Try experimenting with darker tones and bold colors. Experiment with different shapes and cuts that complement your intense and mysterious personality. Accessorize with striking jewelry pieces, such as large earrings, bold necklaces, or unique rings. Experiment with heavier materials and avoid light and airy materials. Layer up to create an even more intense and mysterious appearance.

𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♐︎

As a Sagittarius rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of optimism, freedom, and exploration in your appearance. You should go for pieces that depict optimism, warmth, and freedom. Try experimenting with brighter shades and neutral tones. Accessorize with statement jewelry pieces that reflect your adventurous spirit. Keep your look fresh and playful with pieces that are easy to move around in and keep you comfortable. Try to create a lively and energetic atmosphere in your appearance. Play around with lighter materials and embrace bold patterns and unique designs.

𝗖𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♑︎

As a Capricorn rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of seriousness, ambition, and discipline in your appearance. You should go for pieces that have a clean and structured yet strong appearance. Experiment with muted shades and dull tones. Try to bring more formality in your outfits with pieces that invoke authority and responsibility. Experiment with more tailored and structured pieces to reflect your hardworking nature. Play around with different patterns, cuts, and materials to create an authoritative look. Go for heavier pieces and use simpler, more understated accessories. Avoid any over the top pieces.

𝗔𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♒︎

As an Aquarius rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of originality, eccentricity, and open mindedness in your appearance. You should go for pieces that evoke your unconventional nature. Try experimenting with unconventional materials and patterns. Accessorize with statement jewelry pieces, like chunky necklace chains or large earrings. Experiment with bold and vibrant shades and go for unique cuts and structures. Try to maintain an open-minded appearance and let your unique style shine through. Avoid following mainstream fashion trends and opt for pieces that reflect your free spirit.

𝗣𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♓︎

As a Pisces rising, you should focus on incorporating elements of creativity, compassion, and sensitivity in your appearance. You should go for pieces that evoke a dreamy and ethereal appearance. Experiment with fluid and flowy designs and try to go for more ethereal and airy pieces. Accessorize with delicate pieces like dainty necklaces, simple studs, or small chains. Use pastel and light shades to create a softer and more calming atmosphere. Avoid bold patterns and use more light and pastel shades to reflect your sensitive nature. Keep your look peaceful and airy to reflect your dreamy qualities.

#astrology #zodiac #zodiac signs #astrology observations #rising sign #ascendant #aries rising #taurus rising #gemini rising #cancer rising #leo rising #virgo rising #libra rising #scorpio rising #sagittarius rising #capricorn rising #aquarius rising #pisces rising

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egophiliac · 8 months

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I was wanting to try doing an art piece in the style of the signature spell poster art pieces you create. But I’m not really the best at coming up with a composition for such a thing.

Do you have a process for how you come up with the compositions for them?

oh, awesome! it is an INCREDIBLY enjoyable style to work in; I hope you have fun with it! :D

I'm not great at putting my thought/art process into words, so my apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll try! my first step is always to do a LOT of thumbnails to figure out both the idea and how I want to show it; not trying to do a real sketch or anything, just little doodles to figure out what exactly I'm trying to portray. (I also call these "garbage passes" because they're not meant to be any good, they're just there to throw things out. aha. ha. ...anyway.) I think it's important during that first stage to really focus on the idea and the layout and not to get too bogged down in the actual drawing yet!

I tend to save my final thumbnails, so I'll use 'em as examples (I posted the ones up through episode 5 here if you're interested!) (and, uhhh, spoilers through episode 5 also in this post, hopefully that won't be an issue!)

the main thing I try to think about in composition is balance -- not necessarily in terms of symmetry, but in where each element is placed and how much space it's taking up. remember, empty space is still space! it's also really important to think about the parts that don't have anything in them, as much as the parts that do!

personally, I like to divide things up roughly by both halves and by thirds -- there's a lot more in-depth info out there on why the "rule of thirds" in particular works well visually, but in short, our brains tend to focus on things that are placed closer to imaginary division lines, instead of in the exact center of an image. so even when I'm doing something that is very centered and symmetrical, I try to keep that in mind and generally aim around those for landmarks like faces/eyes (or...where they would be, anyway) and other focal points.

it's not a formula of "the character's face should be in this division of this grid" or anything, more like "our minds like to focus on these areas, let's think about how to use that", if that makes sense! and of course rules are made to be broken, art is lawless anarchy, and so on. but it can be a good starting place for deciding where you want to put things!

(blue - thirds, red - half)

and against the finished versions, because they do usually end up changing a lot (including the empty space of the border):

(...these actually lined up a lot better than I thought they would. :') it makes me look like I do things way more intentionally than I do.)

other stuff I just try to keep in mind is that our eyes like following arcs and paths, which can be a good way to guide the eye:

and frame and control the focus:

honestly, composition is one of those things I feel like I struggle with a lot, so I'm not sure how much of this is helpful or actually makes sense outside of my head. but hopefully it helps a little! it's all just stuff to think about while drawing and not anything hard-and-fast, so don't, like, stress out about making sure things are lining up exactly on the thirds or anything. again, it's more "our brains think these are the dopest parts of the rectangle" than anything else! take advantage of the cool parts of the rectangle!

NOW GO HAVE FUN DRAWING seriously though, it is always super cool that other people like this idea and style enough to want to do it themselves and for other/their own characters! thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

#art #sketch #twisted wonderland #...technically i guess? it's not about twst but there is twst art present anyway #i did have a few more examples but then i wasn't sure if you were cool with episode 7 spoilers. whoops. 🫠#many other people have explained the rule of thirds and directional flow way better than me and i apologize #it is so hard to put things into words i am so sorry #me: the...you know...the lines...they sort of converge? like a triangle?#the internet: mm-hmm. yes. go on.#me: (sweating) the...the triangle points here...because it...it has a point.#the internet: it's doing better than you are then #genuinely shocked at how well some of these line up though #uh. i mean. actually it was all totally intentional and i put actual thought into it! NOT an accident at all!#my eyes darting back and forth shiftily are just ✨following the paths✨

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mmani-e · 5 months

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I've finally finished my Danganronpa AU personal project! I personally call it

DANGANRONPA: DEMIX

See Demix 1 here

And yeah, all the swaps as you can see above, and these guys in the middle are the replacements for Monokuma and Usami respectively:

Check out under the cut for some design insights on my take AND closer pictures of each pair:

Finally finished my personal AU project. I hope it's to everyone's liking!

I can go on forever about these designs but I'll limit myself to one-two sentences on some facts about the designs.

Mikan: Mikan's face tattoo was commissioned on her against her will so that she can never hide her nature as a Yakuza, but her leg tattoo was done on purpose, and she and Nagito have matching tattoos on their legs, his is just hidden most the time.

Nagito: He is usually seen with a spear and prefers the weapon over the sword, but he is more famous for his natural skill with the blade. That said, he resents the blade and wishes he could be recognized for the things he actually works hard to do, like throwing spears or protecting Mikan and her family.

Ibuki: I kept her design very similar to her base design because she pretty much just looks like a student, and I don't want to change anyone's personality so there's no reason for her to not get highlights. But I gave her some more symmetry in this design and gave her a cute little semi ahoge I guess with a hair tie, bc she doesn't naturally have one.

Imposter/Gamemaster: Yeah I made the big brain choice to keep him with his colors as "Byakuya" because it made for a more striking visual, and more recognizeable as the impostor. Also I made him too tall because I wanted to give him big legs lol.

Hiyoko: Her four cats are named Heart (scraggly cat), Mr. Pearls (sleepy cat), Big Red (Giant cat), and BB (black cat) bc canonically the four dark devas are named after shonen manga, I named her cats after pokemon games, which she canonically likes playing. Also chickens are her favorite animal, despite her love of cats.

Kazuichi: Kazuichi's not a natural born prince, through shenanigans it turns out he's extremely distantly related to some royal line in a microstate north of germany called "Nordsumpf." Their main exports are cars and Kazuichi is still new to being a prince.

"Kyoko": She'd try her best to act like Kyoko, but she's a little too meek and openy affectionate to pull it off properly. Also her knockers are way bigger than Kyoko's, so there's an immediate discrepancy to the trained eye.

Also in my au of DR1, Kyoko is the ultimate affluent progeny and Makoto is author/serial killer.

Hajime: His hair is actually extremely long back there, he just keeps it tied up. On shows he lets it all out and a wears red contacts, his stage name is "Izuru."

Sonia: Sonia became a team manager because she was escaping an assasination attempt, strolled into a junior laegue soccer game, took over for the coach and started just barking orders and the team won. They were the worst team in the whole league and after that she just sorta stuck around them and won them the championships.

Gundham: Gundham was orginally meant to wear the japanese flag… but there was too much white in his design so I cut it. He has names for all of his gymnast moves and he announces them very loudly when he does any of them.

Peko: I tried to give Peko a unique sort of "zombie survivor" kinda vibe so while she's clearly a mechanic first she can also just fucking kill you by braining you with that monkey wrench. Most of the time she's cool though, she's just like horribly dependent on other people to tell her what to do, so she attaches to Kazuichi because he's the most immediately available authority figure.

Fuyuhiko: He's got that sort of machismo that makes him not like to admit he loves dancing, but the moment he's complimented on it he'll really appreciate it. Also he's still part of a crime family, but it's just not as strong as Mikan's.

Akane: She really looks sporty still, but don't worry she's definitely "lucky," she's just much more focused on the future than her bad luck in the moment… which can be very bad, actually, and can make her come across as kind of aloof.

Nekomaru: Why is nurse Nekomaru not as common a thing. Just think about it, it's perfect. Nekomaru here got inspired by the bravery and hard work of the nurses that treated him and boom he became a nurse, nobody tougher than healthcare professionals after all.

Mahiru: Mahiru as a nurse is honestly a really really really fun concept but I feel like I wasn't very ambitious here, and I can't really show it through the drawing but one of my early drafts had her look more like a european chef a la gordon ramsey bc I headcanon her as a scot.

Teruteru: Decided to give him a raincoat which my sister pointed out to me could also be a trenchcoat, which is just PERFECT for a creep like him. It just writes itself man, though seriously he's mostly a landscape photographer who specializes in pics of the countryside. Still a huge perv tho.

Usowa: Name is a combo of Usagi and Chowa, the word for Harmony. She's less like a chaotic force of nature like Monokuma and more a manipulative and hardline teacher who coaxes the students into doing awful things by playing into their insecuritoies with motives, and which then causes them to kill, allowing her to punish them, "weeding out the weak and undisciplined among their ranks." She replaces Monokuma.

Kyojuma: Name is a combo of Kyoju (professor) and Kuma. He's a pretty silly guy with an easy temper to poke at, but he's good at heart and tries his best to be a more sort of "fun" teacher than the rules lawyer Usami kinda was. He just wants to help his students, too bad Usowa showed up and decidedly does NOT like his approach.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 month

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Peach..

I miss him so so much.

Can you gush about Jimin ?

Love how you wrote about him.

Thank you so so much in advance.

Whenever you are free. No pressure.

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Hi @misslauwie

When your ask came in weeks ago, something in my chest squeezed a little. Because god yes I miss him too. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is kinda 'off', like everything is 'wrong', like we're all stuck in a holding pattern of sorts... And for anyone who thinks that's too dramatic, no it's not. Look around you. The world is kinda fucked, and the reason is because Jimin isn't on stage right now seducing the crowd performing like rent is past due, dancing his heart out, and singing like the fallen angel he is.

It's hard for me to talk about him these days though... I mean, there's always so much to say when it comes to Jimin, but the words don't form quite right for me these days.

Is it alright for me to simply post some pictures I come back to when I miss him and jikook?

Assuming I have your permission, that's what this post is going to be about.

(they cuddle)

There's this one from his last live before enlisting. Bare-faced, in an all black hoodie and beanie outfit looking hot as hell. It's the way he's giving 'Korean skaterboy who moonlights as a hacker', but at the same time he comes across as responsible, capable, and real. Cute too.

But lol, maybe that's just what I see when I'm biased.

Who else gets stuck looking at his eyes?

There's always so much to say about Jimin because literally everything about him could yield its own thesis. From the range and depth in his stage personas; to how pretty his body features are, before they morph into something more... deviant; to his voice that polarizes and entraps every audience. There's so much to talk about when it comes to Jimin, but I keep coming back to his eyes...

(This gave you whiplash didn't it :))

He's always known exactly what to do and how to do it.

Jimin is giving 70s cult leader in this shot and it's a fave. He's too modest to ever ask, but we all know we'd join a commune for him if he pulled that zipper down a little lower.

Anyway. Does anybody know why he likes this pair of shoes so much? I've always found them a bit ugly, but somehow, he makes it work. And it's clear he likes them a lot since he wears them all the time. But like... why?

Another picture I stare at on days when I miss jikook jikooking, is this one.

It's the moon in the shot that does it. The lines and symmetry, the afterglow of the sunset, Jimin's wide curved back, Jungkook focused on him, Jimin focused on him too, the fact someone else saw them like this and took this picture. They could've been chatting about what they'd like to eat for dinner or some other mundane thing, but it's the care and focus they show for each other that comes through so clearly for me in this shot.

This one has a place in my gallery because it's peak jikook.

As is this one:

Anyway.

Down bad for Baby G.

Imagine if PJM2 has a track like Set Me Free Pt 2 + Tony Montana... imagine the cataclysm it will cause in k-pop, imagine the havoc this cutie patootie pie will cause.

Sigh.

One day, when I find the words, I'll try to write about all the ways he charms. I owe a kind person from Tumblr (KPFT) a post about him.

In 2025, he'll be a 30 year old man desperate to get back on stage. And lord, I just hope everyone is ready.

This is the last one.

I come back to this picture sometimes because back then, they really did just have eyeliner and a dream. He gave his all right from the start and has created life-changing art. It's endearing to know he's both a bit of a workaholic and can be lazy too... and to know he still sleeps the exact way - like this:

...and this:

..and this:

@misslauwie I miss him too. Also miss Jungkook and the rest of the tannies. For Jimin, it makes me very happy that at least, Jungkook is with him.

He'll be back soon. 💜

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #bts

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thorias · 2 months

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I didn't expect to come back to this blog, but after watching ep5, I really needed to get some thoughts out of my head.

So I haven't exactly recovered yet from having my still-beating heart ripped out of my chest, but the more I think about it, the more I'm calming down about what X-MEN '97 just did to Gambit.

Remy Lebeau is NOT going to his grave thinking that Rogue chose Magneto over him. That is not happening and Cable is going to be the key to undoing it.

Cable showing up right before the attack on Genosha means that time travel is going to be involved here, so the normal rules don't really apply. And his brief scene with Madelyne strongly hinted that he's already tried to stop the attack multiple times. This is what Cable's arc for the season is about.

This was all set up from ep1. Now we know that the weird ghost thing Maddie saw on the psychic plane was Cable trying to warn her (you can tell from the voice and the same musical queue in both scenes) amidst visions of her infant son and a giant graveyard.

And what happened just one episode later? Rogue delivered baby Cable. No way that's a coincidence; that connection is there for a reason. Cable owes Rogue one and you know what that means.

And frankly, the writers kind of overdid it in this episode because SO many characters died here, there's just no way this isn't going to be undone somehow; these are characters the writers are going to want to use in the future.

Are they going to kill a character whose storyline isn't even finished yet and then not bring them back? Are they going to keep Maddie dead and just abandon the psychic affair story without wrapping it up? Come on. There's no way we're not going to see her again and the same goes for the others.

I'm not saying Cable will prevent the attack entirely, but he's going to change things enough to make a difference. It's the whole reason he's here.

And how fitting would it be for Cable to save Gambit when it's Chris Potter voicing Cable now? Plus, Cable's introduction scene in X-MEN TAS was him meeting Gambit AND he has that connection with Rogue now too. It's perfect symmetry.

Beau DeMayo even said that Gambit dying thinking Rogue chose Magneto instead of him would be key; this is a story point. That is going to absolutely haunt Rogue and she's going to stop at nothing to set it right.

Cable's gonna fix this shit. Cable will save Gambit, probably with Rogue's help. I'm not ruling out Gambit becoming Death for a while along the way, but this story definitely ain't over.

#x men 97 #xmen #gambit #remy lebeau #anna marie lebeau #rogue #romy #gambit x rogue #remember it #cable

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fun-k-board · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering if i could request Mordecai Heller x gn reader dating hc’s?

Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons

Note(s) : Uh, so, I'm kind of going through a sexuality crisis while I write this, so the romance aspect is sort of lost, I'm sorry.

I think he'd most appreciate somebody who won't dance around subjects, he can't read emotions well and so people being coy just doesn't make any sense to him, he prefers somebody that's straightforward.

Mordecai is fairly demanding, but he doesn't mean it to be a dick, he just has preferences and won't be with you if you aren't them. He doesn't expect you to bend over backwards and only do things he likes, so he won't bend over backwards only doing things you like.

He'd frankly prefer you to have a style that's symmetrical and clothing that's clean and proper, if you can't afford that or have an unsymmetrical face or body, he tends to stare a lot and be more snarky towards you. Mordecai won't end the relationship over that, it just bothers him a little.

But he's more than willing to pay for symmetrical clothes, or just steal the clothes off of a corpse for you.

He wants to teach you how to use a gun, just so you can defend yourself in emergencies. Mordecai always keeps a gun hidden by your bedside table, just in case of a break in.

That is if you aren't already working for Asa / know how to use a gun already, in which case he's slightly less overbearing but will still insist on sharpening your skills a little.

You two may or may not live together, it just depends on what both of you are comfortable with. He definitely doesn't want to share a bed, he'd only want to sleep with you if it's a situation where you need to, or you just fall asleep from exhaustion on the couch or something.

You and him keep your relationship secret in case somebody could use it against you, but somehow, someway, Serafine and Nicodeme find out. Mordecai has no idea how, neither do you, they just... Did.

Serafine and Nicodeme tease you two about your relationship all the time, luckily never in public. Cheesy things like 'aww, you two look so cute together', just to see Mordecai's face drop, he's mortified whenever he sees the siblings and you happen to also be near.

If you two were together when he was working for Lackadaisy, I imagine that he was the one trying to convince you to leave for Marigold. Your relationship could end over this if you refuse to leave, and while he'll hesitate in killing you, he won't be afraid to shoot you in the leg if you end up on a mission against each other.

Mordecai doesn't like PDA at all, it makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially in really crowded areas or where people who know him are. If you try to initiate a hug or a kiss he sort of just stands there in complete and utter disgust or begins hissing.

He's not cuddly or lovey dovey when you two are alone, either, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek if it's been a hard mission and you're injured, but it's a little stiff and he clearly only did it to make you feel better.

Mordecai is semi okay with hugging, it just depends on when and where, if you two are alone? Here, a quick side hug. If you're in a crowd? Don't even touch him he will probably transform into a ficus.

Surprisingly he's an alright dancer, just only when he's alone, and maybe if he's alone with you he can dance with you. He can appreciate the symmetry and beautiful hard work that goes into more classical dances, like ballroom dancing or ballet, but he despises the free form moves of things like Jazz, it's too liquid and unpredictable for him.

#mordecai heller #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy mordecai #lackadaisy mordecai heller #mordecai heller x gn reader #mordecai heller x gn! reader #mordecai heller x reader #lackadaisy x gn reader #lackadaisy x gn! reader #lackadaisy headcanons #mordecai heller headcanons

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cluuny · 5 months

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how did the first meeting go? also, if you haven't already said it, how did the meetings end up becoming a thing in the first place?

sorry. i wrote. a story

Symmetry opened her eyes to a waiting room.

For a second, she just sat there, staring at the poster across the room, depicting a smiling sun with sunglasses, the text “KEEP SHINING” underneath in some obnoxious font. For a second, the adrenaline and panic didn’t catch up.

And then it did.

She bolted upright, hands flying to the armrests of her admittedly comfortable chair, her head whipping around. There were four other people in the room, two sleeping in chairs, two slumped over on the couch. There were two doors, one marked with office hours, one unmarked. No windows.

She quietly stood, turning silently to make her way over to the unmarked door, testing the handle. Locked.

She exhaled through her nose, turning to try the other door.

One of the men in the chairs was awake and staring at her, and- oh god, she knew that face.

“Sausage?” She hissed. “Where are we? What’s happening, what’s going on-? …Why are you dressed like that?”

He glanced down, glanced back up, and tilted his head. “Who are you?”

He said it just a little too loud, and the elf in the chair next to him scowled, rubbing their long tattered ear. “What?”

“Xornoth?” Sausage(?) asked.

“Oh, God,” Xornoth whined. “Bratwurst, what are you doing… here?”

The two on the couch started to stir, but before either of them could get a word out, the other door opened.

Standing in the doorway was a chubby man in a pink sweater, a pink mask covering his lavender eyes. He beamed around the room, clapping once, sharply, and beaming. “Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and others, to Evil Twin Therapy! I’m Doctor Wormman, and I’ll be your therapist for the evening. After our first session, you will be each given a room, and free reign of our lovely campus. There is nothing off-grounds other than void, don’t try to escape. Come on in!”

He then spun on his heel and marched into the room leaving the five in stunned silence.

“I’m not a twin,” Xornoth said, suddenly with a frown. “I’m- Hey, get back here- I’m not a twin, I’M OLDER THAN SCOTT BY THREE YEARS-!”

#?#evil twin therapy au #kenan's writing #ettau symmetry #ettau bratwurst #ettau xornoth #ettau wormman

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avonne-writes · 3 months

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sending this again cause i didn’t get the little green bar that says it sent:

for example, how u mentioned in symmetry that buck doesn’t mention that there were 4 guys and he got away only out of pure luck. i feel like knowing about that would absolutely horrify and destroy bucky

Symmetry

Oh, absolutely. Imagine a moment still in the stalag when Gale wakes up gasping from a nightmare. Bucky would wake up too / he would be awake due to crippling insomnia, and he sees Gale rubbing his wrists and being a bit out of it. Gale jumps when he sits beside him and touches him, then covers his face with his hand as if ashamed. He's shaking.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Hm-m, and I'm Marlene Dietrich in disguise."

Gale chuckles, but it sounds like a hiccup. "Some of the guards looked at me funny today."

Bucky tries to think back but can’t really recall it. He decides not to say that though. "Yeah? In the yard?"

"I shouldn't have taken my shirt off." Gale keeps rubbing his eyes, a gesture of exhaustion. "What if they -" He bites the sentence off and swallows.

Around them, the hut is quiet, but Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if some of the other guys were listening in. They all wondered about what happened to Gale between his capture and the stalag that caused him to react weirdly sometimes - but Gale kept a tight lid on it. Even to Bucky, he only told a few details. But he's too shaken now to realize or to care that he has an audience.

"It’s so stupid." He whispers and drops his hands on his lap. "It was just a cut and a few bruises, I ought'a have moved on from it already."

Bucky rubs Gale's back in slow, wide strokes. "He wanted to force himself on you. It’s not something you can easily forget."

Gale breathes in and out deeply. "They."

Bucky frowns. "What?"

Hugging himself, Gale stares into nothing. "There were four of them." He takes another deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. "One to each arm... feet and hands on my legs... one with a knife. I had bruises on my wrists and thighs for a while." More noisy breathing, in and out, in and out. "It was so easy."

Bucky’s heart cracks like a branch snapped in half. There’s a fury in him with no outlet, and it eats away at him, makes him think of the craziest things. Beating guards into a bloody pulp, making them suffer. He keeps the hand on Gale's back light and comforting but the other clenches into a tight enough fist that his nails dig into his own palm.

"I can’t help but think -" Gale pauses, but decides to continue after a moment. He gestures at the window. "What if those out there get bored? Luck's going to run out at one point."

Bucky feels so small, so inadequate in the face of that fear. He slides his arm around Gale's back fully and feels Gale lean against his side. "I will make sure you’re never alone until we're out of here."

Gale makes the same defeated chuckle again, and they fall into silence. A few seconds later, a bunk creaks, and a figure moves towards them in the shadows. Gale's spine goes stiff under Bucky's touch again, and his expression clears of emotion. He even puts on a small smile as Brady’s tired face comes into view in the dim light.

"You okay, Brady?" He asks quietly. Not even Bucky would have been able to tell from his voice that he was struggling only a few seconds before.

Brady leans against the bedframe on Gale's other side. He looks between the two of them, then nods a few times and squeezes Gale's elbow. At the touch, Gale's breath leaves him in a rush. He covers his eyes again. Bucky and Brady let the silence linger as long as he needs.

#buck x bucky #mota #john egan #gale cleven #john brady #my writing #anon #stalag fic #symmetry

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five-rivers · 1 year

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Two Times Two

Inspired by this post by @schnuffel-danny

Reality often had a kind of symmetry about it. What happened once could happen again, and the things that happened could be undone, for the most part, time’s arrow excepted. Mostly excepted. Clockwork existed.

Point was, Danny should have seen this coming. It was just that, even when one of Danny’s parents’ inventions worked on him, he usually didn’t think about them being used on Vlad. Not unless Vlad was there, like with the Specter Deflector. There were lines and limits and things. Not that Vlad seemed to know that

So, he didn’t see this coming.

Didn’t see himself happening on Vlad stealing some blueprints when he went down to empty the thermos. Didn’t see a fight starting that rolled into the storage area. Didn’t see his parents fixing the Ghost Catcher after he’d broken it the last time. Didn’t see them ramming into one of the shelves and Vlad grabbing Danny in a death grip. Didn’t see the stupid thing falling out and–

Danny had experienced this before. This unbecoming. This split. This unweaving of warp and weft. But in a future that hadn’t happened, he’d also heard about another split. One that had left him… wrong. Broken. Evil. Especially with the addition of Plasmius.

He clung with all his might. But clinging couldn’t change how things worked, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the tile floor, staring at himself. He looked shocked. He felt shocked.

“You–”

Danny rolled over and scrambled out of the way. Vlad would be split, too, and he–

He–

What?

Danny didn’t know what he was seeing.

No, he did know what he was seeing. He was seeing Vlad. He was seeing two of Vlad. Fighting with each other.

No, that was a too generous description of what was going on. One Vlad was getting the absolute crap kicked out of him by the other Vlad. But not the Vlad he would have expected. Human Vlad was kicking the crap out of ghost Vlad. He– This was going to get complicated. Masters was beating up Plasmius.

What? Why? Should he help? He wanted to help, but Vlad had been beating him up moments before, and he had no idea which side to help on.

Danny didn't always get along with his- With his-

Danny looked back at himself. The other himself. Fenton.

Danny, this Danny, was Phantom right now. Phantom was the one who had gone crazy and killed everyone in the other timeline, but he didn't feel crazy right now. But what if it happened slow? What if–

Human Danny - Fenton - tugged the Ghost Catcher out from beneath the Vlads with an exclamation of triumph. He swept the 'merge' side down towards Masters and Plasmius, but Masters caught it. The force of the strike pushed him backwards into the shelves, and he reached behind him to grab a random weapon. He fired twice, the first shot going wide in one direction and the second curving the other way sharply, hitting the Ghost Catcher halfway down its shaft.

The Ghost Catcher shattered, the frame snapping and the tensioned string doing the rest of the work, pulling itself to pieces.

Masters took aim at Plasmius, and Phantom finally drove himself to action, leaping at Masters and phasing them both through the corner of the wall, back out into the main lab.

“Get him out of here!” shouted Fenton, who was also grabbing weaponry from the walls.

“R-right!” said Phantom, phasing the weapon out of Plasmius’s grip and then going up, all the way through the house and out into the street.

Masters, of course, struggled. Phantom dropped him at the first opportunity.

“Blasted ghost!” He started for the door, and Phantom, naturally, blocked him. “Get out of my way!”

“I’m trying to help you!” said Phantom. “You’re going to get hurt if you keep doing that.” Well, from a certain perspective he was already hurt. That was him down there. But from a more… from a… Phantom didn’t know what perspective he was looking at currently, but… “You’re going to get hurt, fighting a ghost like that. Ghosts can– They can–”

Ghosts could kill people.

Vlad sneered. “And you left your counterpart down there all alone with that ghost? Not very heroic of you, is it?”

He had, but Fenton had told him to go. He didn’t want Phantom in the same room as Plasmius, either. He didn’t trust him.

“You can’t–”

“Stop standing between me and the thing that ruined my life, and I’ll show you just what I can do!”

Phantom was glad it was so late. No one was out to see this, and no one was likely to come out. Everyone on this street was used to weird noises at Fentonworks at all hours. And his parents wore earplugs to bed.

“I just–”

“You’re just going to get out of my way, or you’ll see what I can really do to you without that pathetic thing holding me back!”

Phantom had dropped almost to the ground, the better to intercept Masters if he made another try for the door. Now, his toes scraped along the ground.

“Thing?” he repeated. “But… that’s you. Vlad, you love your powers.”

“It’s not me! And those powers were hardly compensation for what I’ve had to go through. I could have had everything sooner, I could have had everything, if it weren’t for all those years it cost me! It’s not me,” said Vlad, a horrible smile pulling across his face, “not any more than you’re Danny Fenton.”

Phantom’s head whipped around, checking for anyone who might be listening, a reflex he couldn’t suppress. “You can’t say stuff like that in public, there could be people listening!”

“You’re a parasite, and if we’re both lucky, he’s down there looking for a way to get rid of both of you before you destroy our lives any more than you already have!”

No, Fenton wouldn’t do that. They knew they needed each other, and Danny wanted to help people. But… was that Danny or was that Phantom?

Usually there wasn’t any difference. Usually Phantom wasn’t floating in the street while Fenton was in the basement below, doing who knew what.

Fenton pulled an ectogun from the shelf and had it trained on Plasmius before Phantom had even phased completely through the ceiling. Plasmius, however, didn’t move. He stayed on the ground, his hands over his head, his cape bunched up weirdly over his body.

The thought crossed Fenton’s mind that he could solve a lot of problems right now. He didn’t even have to do anything bad. He just had to suck Plasmius into the nearest Fenton Thermos and dump him somewhere that Masters wouldn’t be able to get to. Simple. Easy. Especially if Phantom helped.

He allowed himself the fantasy for a split second. No more superpowered billionaire trying to murder his father and force him into being his evil apprentice. No more looking over his shoulder for the other half ghost. No more having to listen to him being a creep around Mom, because he could just kick him out.

But…

His hands shook. He knew what it felt like without Phantom. That fraction of a second where he thought that Phantom might not listen to him…

What must it feel like to have your literal other half attack you? Even thinking back to future Vlad’s vague description of what had happened in that timeline had made Danny nauseous. Although, the copious amounts of murder and destruction might have had a role in that as well.

“Plasmius?” he said, cautiously. “You okay?”

Plasmius made a sort of sobbing sound. “No,” he said.

His voice was… different than Danny was used to. He lowered the gun. “Do you need help or something?”

Very slowly, Plasmius sat up. He was a lot different than Danny was used to. For one, he was younger. Age-wise, he looked almost like he had when Danny had gone to the past. His ‘cape’ was actually a blanket. The rest of his clothes had been replaced by medical scrubs. He was thinner. A lot thinner. Almost emaciated. His face and neck were covered in oozing ecto-acne pustules.

Danny, startled, flinched back.

Plasmius’s face crumpled and he started to cry. “E-everyone hates me!” he wailed.

“That’s not true,” lied Fenton. He was pretty sure it was true. “You’ve got–” What did Vlad have, actually? “You have fans or something, right?”

“No one came to see me in the hos– in the hospital. And you’re pointing a gun at me, and I don’t–!” Plasmius continued wailing.

This was actually pretty pathetic.

“Hey,” said Fenton, “quit it. You’re supposed to be an adult, aren’t you?”

“Everyone knows college students aren’t real adults!”

Well, someone had better tell Jazz that. “Yes, they are,” said Danny, incredulous. “Look, I know you just got kicked a bunch, but that was by human Vlad, wasn’t it? You’re a ghost.”

Vlad wailed harder.

“Oh my gosh! It isn’t like this is a new development!” Danny wondered if he should soup Plasmius anyway. “Just– Pull yourself together until we can figure out how to pull ourselves together.”

Plasmius stilled. “No,” he said.

“What do you mean ‘no?’” asked Danny. “You’re a wreck.”

“No, I’m not going back to him. He’s awful.”

“He’s you.”

“He’s not. I would never try to do the things he’s done! I–” Plasmius rubbed his eyes. “I miss my friends! He wants us to be so lonely.”

Fenton might not even be half ghost at the moment, but even so he could identify the resonance of a ghost talking about part of their Obsession.

Heck.

“I won’t do it again. I won’t. I won’t.” His hands moved over his face, nails scraping. “I want my friends– I want my– Don’t want– No.”

“Uh, Vlad?” said Danny, backing away. “Why don’t you calm down for a bit?”

Things started to lift from the table. The lights flickered. Fenton lunged for the thermos just in time for the lights to go out completely.

Phantom looked back as the door opened, and had to get between it and Vlad again.

“Oi!” shouted Fenton, jumping down the steps. “Fruitloop!”

Vlad’s whole face twitched into something like rage. “Daniel.”

Phantom saw Fenton pause, clearly taken aback. He held the thermos closer to his chest. “Listen,” said Fenton, “we’ve got to come up with a way to fix this.”

“Yes,” said Masters, folding his hands behind his back as if he hadn’t just been ready to tear Danny’s eyes out. “Your parents have, however, furnished us with the equipment to do it. I believe I saw plans for a ghost incinerator–”

“Okay, first off, those don’t work, and secondly, what is wrong with you?” He shook the thermos at Vlad. “This is you.”

“It is not. It’s a piece of ectoplasmic residue that has made my life a hell of indecision and paranoia since your imbecile of a father disfigured me. Something he did to you as well.”

“Vlad,” said Fenton, “what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about ghosts and their Obsessions. That pest has had me thinking in circles since it first infested me, and if you have even an eighth of Maddie’s intelligence, you’ll realize that this thing is doing the same to you. It’s only because of my superior willpower that I’ve been able to resist it.”

“W-wait,” said Phantom, drifting sideways to float by Fenton. “Are you- You’re saying that you’ve been suppressing your Obsession?”

“‘Suppressing my Obsession,’” mocked Masters. “Do you even hear yourselves? It isn’t real, even for full ghosts. It’s nothing. An illusion.”

“Wow,” said Fenton. “You’re even more fruitloopy than usual. You do know that if you stay this way for too long, you start dying, right? You are literally only half a person right now.”

“You have no way to know that.”

“I mean, I– we kind of felt it, when we did this before. It sucked. Tell him it sucked, Phantom.”

“It sucked,” confirmed Phantom. “W-we should work together, because this affects both of– All of us, and, um…”

Masters clenched his fists, then smirked. “You want to work together because you have no way to fix it.” He turned his gaze to Fenton. “You’ll come to me begging me to fix your real problem soon enough.” He started to walk away. “You know where to find me when you finally see sense!”

“I am trying to solve the real problem!” shouted Fenton after him. “You jerk!”

Vlad didn’t respond, turning the corner to go down the other street.

“Uh- uhm,” said Phantom. “You don’t– You don’t think–”

“We need to find a way to get Mom and Dad to fix the Ghost Catcher. Pronto.”

Phantom’s shoulders slumped. “Oh. Yeah. Yes, that’s good.”

#danny phantom #dannymay 2023 #dannymay #dannymay 2023 day 21: shatter

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