#was originally just going to use the blue of the sky for highlights on the cape to indicate wrinkles and folds

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vampire romance :)

#keep liking my posts and were gonna end up like this #art #illustration #colored pencil #vampire #vampire lesbianism moment #wlw art #wlw #lesbian #i wanted this to look a bit like those older style of book cover illustrations #for pulp novels #esp horror ones #kinda went wild with the cape coloring at some point lmao #was originally just going to use the blue of the sky for highlights on the cape to indicate wrinkles and folds #then added a bit of yellow to reflect the moon #then went fuck it. were doing crow feather iridescence now

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chapter five - married

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Just walk up there.

It’s nothing.

Nothing you haven’t done before.

You’ve been in front of thousands— millions of people before. You’ve been in arenas of people screaming and applauding, crowds swarming you as soon as you step out the door. This, being in a moderate sized room where half the eyes on you are stuffed in a helmet, should be easy. Child’s play.

It was nothing.

So why the hell are you feeling so terrified?

You were practically shaking— staring up at the set of stairs in front of you, leading to the Armourer who stood next to the original Forge. The one where every Mandalorian in the golden age would have been brought into the creed. And now, you were going to march up there and add your name to the list. You felt like an imposter, out of place in a flowing dress while you were surrounded by hard plates of armour and dark colours.

The only reason you moved was Bo-Katan behind you, a soft hand on the back of your arm nudging you in the right direction. You were grateful for her kind eyes as she nodded you up to the podium, and then your feet remembered they were attached to your body.

You met Din’s blackened stare, and started to move.

Your dress was loud. A brush of the light yellow fabric along the smooth granite ground sounded deafening. Like an alarm going off, alerting every watchful eye of the Mandalorian ancestors to your betraying presence.

Stars— you were starting to think like them, too.

It was hard not to get caught up in it all. The darkened room, soft whispers through helmets, and as you took the last step up, he was there. Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked the same as always. Of course he did, but it knocked the wind out of you all the same. Once he was in your sight, you didn’t look away. You couldn’t. His presence didn’t allow it. The Armourer said something, and the only reason you acknowledged her was because he did.

“This is The Way.” He says, the words sticking to you like glue when he practically purrs them out like that. This was the way it was now. You— a fake Mandalorian, unable to stand without everyone around you holding you up.

Swallowing hard, you felt Bo-Katan move away, but you were too busy watching Din take three steps to your side. His arm wrapped around yours, sneaking it’s way under the bare skin of your wrist, cold gloves skittering electricity up your arm.

And… oh.

It was like everything just stopped.

You could feel the press of his fingers, light but meaningful, like most of his small touches of you. He was careful not to wander the expanse of exposed skin, which he easily could, even in front of all these people. People who you’d… you’d actually almost forgotten everyone was there.

You stared up at him as if it was your first time seeing a night sky— entranced and all encompassed by the inky black and shining silver, and all the whispering voices faded away until it was just his rough breathing and his gloved hand on your feverish skin.

He didn’t look at you, just at where your own hand was placed, holding for dear life on one of the many plates of his armour. He led you with him over to the half sphere that sat in the middle of the stage. You peered in, seeing the eternal flame fluttering a reliable blue, with the water from the mines floating calmly behind it.

You grab him tighter— either out of reflex or wanting, but he leans into it. Lets you use him to stand, to stay strong in the face of the Armourer. You hope he’s strong enough to keep you standing on his own, because now he’s here, you aren’t sure how you stood without him.

Din was speechless.

He was known as a man of well chosen words to most, so his silence wasn’t unexpected. He was grateful he’d built that reputation, because even if he had to, he wouldn’t of found words that described why he felt frozen at the top of the stairs.

When he’d see you walk in, he felt like time had… stopped. It was stupid of him. He was meant to be in control. He was a King. Standing in front of his people; leading. But… stars, you were the only thing in 20 years that had made him freeze.

You walked so easily, like you were made to be there. It was like that first day, watching you walk through the city like the ground was made to bear your weight. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t tear his eyes away from your slow, swift steps or the way you gracefully floated across the hard floors. Neither could anyone else. Outside his direct view of you, he could see his people watching. Some eyes were evaluating; the hard faces and helmets looking you up and down like they were scanning the battlefield— precisely and with no mercy.

Others watched like he did. In awe. Some eyes were soft, some whispers drifted their compliments towards her, even though they wouldn’t be heard. That’s how he knew they were genuine. They fell on deaf ears, but they were supposed to.

When you crossed the stage to him, the only thing that snapped his attention away was the loud voice of the Armourer in his ear, telling him to move towards you.

He could tell you were nervous when he got closer— for once, your eyes betrayed you easily. He thought that he was the one that’s hard to read, considering you couldn’t see his face, but you had schooled yours to a point of contention. He knew if you could see him— really see him, you’d read right through him.

But your eyes now, even though they held his, were unsure. He was supposed to just stand next to you, walk with you to where you would touch where the mines water meets the flame, and then you’d be one of them.

But he couldn’t help himself. Your dress, draping over your skin like liquid sunshine, made something angry and foreign to him burn in his chest. He wanted to feel what it was to be that close to someone— someone, he had to tell himself. Anyone. Not just you. It was a lie, but it was one he’s going to have to believe himself.

He was jealous of your dress, gently grazing the skin of your hips, gliding against the softness of your thighs. You were covered, but he knew what was under there. What was in reaching distance for him. Instead, he settled for your arm. As soon as Bo-Katan released you, he took his chance, and for the first time in a while, he followed what his rapid beating heart was telling him to do.

When he reached for you, you answered in earnest. Your hands were nearly clawing at him, holding on to the thickest parts of his armour and pulling him close to you. He let you find purchase on his body— the line of yours tucking tightly into him, and he found himself hoping you held him harder. Dug your nails in so hard that he felt the lines being marked on his skin. He wanted you to need to lean on him— to need him like he found himself needing you up here.

You clung tightly through the whole ordeal, Din not being able to remember much about it other than how warm you were against him, and how close your skin was to his. Just a few inches of armour, feeling so heavy on his body, and he would be able to feel you. He hates that he thinks about that— a million eyes on him, and all he can think about is how soft you would be under the rough calloused palm of his hand.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s thought of feeling that. Let alone… longed for it.

The longer you held him, the more Din thought it wasn’t real. Maybe you were trying to sell it. As far as the rest of his people knew, you were supposed to be in love. You needed to be seen united and together, leaning on each other. This was just business to you— he knew that. It was to him, too.

It had to be.

The alternative… it was better to be buried than brought to light. Din wouldn’t handle that disappointment well.

The entire thing was a blur from the minute he touched you.

You remember the physical parts. Where he took you to the edge of the Forge, rested your hands on the edge of it. It was cold. Colder than he was, although he’d been pressed up against you so long his armour was as warm to the touch as your skin was. You wondered if he was that cold under that suit.

When you managed to shake that thought away, you remember him guiding your hand towards the flame. It was too hot, and you wanted to pull away for a second. You flinched, but Din kept you on the right path, guiding your hand and covering your reaction, and it ended up looking like a part of the carefully planned show.

The fire nearly licked the inside of your wrist— the water a sharp cold contrast. The Armourer spoke words, and you repeated them, but even they fade; pale in the shadow of the memory of how Din stood above you.

For the first time, he looked every bit the King you’d been told he was. He stood tall, watching as you knelt in front of him, never moving a fucking inch. Then, he reached out, gloved hand intertwining with yours as he led you down and out of the room, disappearing before you could speak again.

He didn’t have to do that.

He does everythin with purpose… and that little touch? That tiny extension of a person under all this? That was… well, it was enough to make you stumble out of the hall like an idiot.

It was mind numbing. How his fingers easily melted into the small gaps between yours, how eager he seemed to take your hand, how quickly he latched onto you and swept you out of the room, like he knew what you needed.

As you shuffled your way down and outside, you wanted to scold yourself. If anything, this was the part of the day you had to have a clear head about. You were left alone for this— it was just you, a short, isolated walkway, and a greenhouse in the middle of nowhere.

You’d asked about it. Why they had something like that out here— in an environment that seemed to harbour life well enough, despite the rumours of the toxic and cursed lands.

“It’s a symbol.” Din had replied, although when you’d asked him he’d just been The Mandalorian, the title feeling a little too official now.

“Of what?” He guided you with a hesitant hand, around the corner where the greenhouse came into view. It was small— modest, for the size of the population now. You could see the twisting vines and array of colours, though, and it was bursting with life.

“Of hope.” Din replied, and you chest tightened. “The Mandalorians that were left, after the Purge, they had nothing. Food reserves were scattered— the people were scattered. When a few banded together, this is was what came of it. It reminded them they were stronger together. Many think this was the place our true rebirth was born.”

The door was closed, but you could still see the colours bursting through it. You tried to look for him through the misted glass, but he was no where to be found. Your heart was racing— you had no idea what to truely expect in here. Would he say anything? Nothing? Would he whip out holochess to pass the time?

What made you the most afraid as you pushed the door open and stepped inside, would be that he was going to do exactly what that man said he would. That he’d share with you something you weren’t sure you wanted him to— something that would make you feel even less deserving than you already did.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see. It just felt too… too big of a thing to take from him. Despite the small conversations, you’d begun to respect the silent presence of him. And after today, you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you. You didn’t want to take anything from him, not when he’d been so giving to you.

The air felt fresher in here, passing through you in easy breaths, like there was a calming effect inside the four walls. It was bigger than it seemed, or maybe the winding vines and tall bushes that hid you in every corner made it feel more like a maze.

You let your eyes wander, a mirage of purples and blues bursting in between the brightest of green leaves. It seemed to overtake the greenhouse— it was clear there was very little maintenance on the inside, like they’d prefer to just let it run wild. It added to the atmosphere. It was almost a little… romantic.

You swallowed the burning in your throat, and shut your eyes tightly.

“Hello?” You called out, and mentally slapped yourself. It felt stupid. He was in here.

Probably.

Oh, stars.

If he was the one that left you at the altar you think you’d just crawl into a hole and die—

“Around here.” The sound of his voice sends relief rushing through your veins. You followed the sound of it, the two words enough to set you on the right path. As you rounded the corner, you could see him nearly shining, and your chest didn’t feel as tight.

He was there. Looking exactly the same, but somehow completely different in the light of the greenhouse, compared to the dark hue of the Forge room.

The darkness suited him. He was more intimidating that way— a King head to toe. But here, he was more human to you. As far as you knew, he was human, but either way, he was more approachable. Simpler. Here, he was just a man in a pretty suit.

It was very, very pretty in this light.

“I have something to show you.” He says as soon as he sees you. He spits it out like it was a loaded gun in his hand, and the sight of you was enough to make him pull the trigger.

You don’t nod, or shake your head. You just freeze. Staring at him, he turns around, and there’s no words to mince for the feeling you get in your stomach. Fear, maybe, and a little bit of simmering curiosity. You don’t want to see him out of obligation, but for a fleeting second— just for a moment, you know what you want. That you’re curious. You want to see, and you let your eyes flutter—

“AH!” You hear it before you see it.

Two giant ears stick out the sides of the helmet, and then two clawed hands hand below them. When he turns around, you notice how Dins hands hold it gently. Whatever the hell it is.

Or rather, whoever.

All thoughts of the faceless man in front of you flood out for the first time in weeks. When two giant bug eyes whip around and stare at you, ears flapping with the movement, it’s impossible to have any thoughts other than—

“What… what is that?” You say before you stop yourself. “Fuck. Sorry— I didn’t mean that. I just—“

“It’s okay. He’s my—“ The little green thing wiggles around in his arms and then promptly drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. “Foundling.”

“Oh. Oh!” You watch it stumble around, like it was formed out of proportion. The fast way it’s legs move seem out of alignment with its body, his head tipping forward, almost directing the rest of him, commanding it to follow.

With jagged movements, he ends up at your feet, where he promptly elevates upward, then plops back down again.

“Can he talk?” You say softly, not wanting to scare the little thing as you bend to his level. You look up to Din, who’s already watching you, and see him shake his head. “Well, that’s okay. I talk enough for the both of us.”

A metallic laugh echos from behind the small creature, and he babbles almost in response to it. The sound is infectious, making you grin as he waddles around, his ears tilting him to either side.

You reach out a hand, slowly, and instead of taking it he flies into you, resting in the crook of your arm. This angle gives you a better look, tiny hairs spiralling on his green head, a toothy smile and nearly wrinkled face. You’ve never seen anything like it before.

“He usually doesn’t take well to strangers.” Din says after a while, your body now curled half up on the floor to accomodate the tiny creature. “He likes you.”

“I can be very charming when I want to be.” You squint when you finally look up to him again, soft orange light pouring through the misted windows behind him. “He’s the little thing you were talking about, right? The found…”

“Foundling.”

“Right.” You stare down at it, watching its huge eyes blink at you, and the thing smiles. “Where the hell did you get him? I’ve never even seen… I’ve never seen anything like him.”

“He was a bounty.” You look up at Din, and clearly he can tell you’re horrified. “I didn’t know who, or what he was.”

You watch the little creature, who trusts you far too quickly for something that was clearly hunted by the likes of a Mandalorian. He yawns, speaking in little, incoherent mumbles before his eyes blink slower.

“Who would want to hurt a little guy like this?” His tiny hand wraps around one of your fingers, and you’re pretty sure you’re heart bursts.

“They’re dead.” His words are sharp and sure. It sends a cool shiver down your spine, but it’s definitely not fear.

You look back up at him, standing, and taking a step closer. Din holds your eyes for a moment, like he’s waiting for something.

You know he’s lethal. You aren’t surprised to hear he’s killed— he was a bounty hunter, and is a King. Neither of those titles are won by clean hands, not to mention the Darksaber at his side. If someone crossed him, or tried to take one of the few things he seemed to care about, you anything but surprised to hear they ended up dead.

“He’s sleeping.” You say to break the silence, and your voice drags Dins eyes away from your own.

“Here.” He reaches out, moving so close to you that you can feel the heat of his body. His real body— through the soft parts of him not covered by armour.

He scoops the sleeping form from you, and turns around, and it’s then that you notice the only other thing in the room. A hovering shape that opens on command, only to shut and float behind him once Din places his foundling in there. He’s so gentle with him. A man who just admitted to slaughtering what you can only assumed is dozens of people who got in his way, he’s surprisingly soft when he wants to be.

“Thank you. For letting me meet him.” You say, unsure of what to do next. Your hands go behind your back, eyes tracing the long vines wrapped around the frames of the greenhouse.

“I can never get him to sleep, but when I want him to stay awake, he passes out.” He stands in front of you, and even hidden under ten pounds of armour, he looks as awkward as ever. Your face splits into a grin, laughter softly shattering the careful barrier between you. “I wanted you to meet him. He’s… very important to me.”

“He’s very cute, too.”

“Grogu. That’s his name.” You try it out a few times, letting it familiarise itself in your accent.

“I like it. Nearly as much as Din Djarin. It has a nice ring to it.” You hum, and lean back against one of several wooden tables. It’s full of overgrown plants, some stretching onto the floor and splaying out under your feet.

Your hands dig into the wooden plank behind you, and the easy breathing from before is basically cut off the second he looks up at you again. It goes a little quiet, the whistle of soft wind floating over the top of the thin roof. You can’t stand the waiting around.

“Listen, you don’t… I don’t know exactly what you were planning; but I’ll say whatever you need me to when we leave here. The last thing I want to do is start this partnership off on the wrong foot.” He doesn’t say anything, conveniently finding the floor very interesting all of a sudden. “They told me about what you are meant to… do. And I don’t want you to— no, you don’t have to— can you say something so I can stop talking, please?”

Your heart was racing and you wanted to swallow your tongue if it would get you to stop throwing words around because yeah, maybe you did want him to take off that giant helmet because at the very least you’d be able to see if he was scowling or rolling his eyes or—

Laughing.

He was laughing at you.

Only a little, and you could only tell by the slight rise of his shoulders before he corrects himself and straigtens, but you catch it.

“Are you laughing at me.” You tilt your head, gaping slightly at him.

“No.”

“Asshole.” Rolling your eyes, you take a deep breath. An easier breath.

“It’s okay. We— no one’s coming.” You sigh and nod your head. “You did good today.”

“Seriously?” Now you’re the one who laughs. “I nearly froze the second I got up there! If you weren’t up there I would have fallen on my ass. It was like all those helmets were staring into my soul.”

“It’s an old tradition, but they were happy to see it revived. The Forge is special to my people. You being there— they were glad for it.”

“And this?” You ask tentatively, curiosity nipping at your heels and urging you off the wall a little closer to him. “Is this all an old tradition, too?”

He readjusts with your new closeness, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he angles towards you, the crib his little baby was in only just visible behind his looming frame. He shrinks you with the long span of his shoulders, and you try not to let your eyes float lower.

“In the Old Ways, Mandalore observed very… reserved marriages.” He shifts again, nearly brushing you, and your heart beats audibly loud. “In most cases, a marriage was simply a well cooked meal and a question with an answer.”

“They just asked to be married. That was it?” He nods.

“Someone would present a gift, or a meal, some who were more intimate than others might try to make it special. But in most cases, nothing would change. They would just be. As they were before, but forever linked by the knowledge they shared. We would never know if anyone was married if they didn’t write it down, or share it with members of their clan. It wasn’t something that was shared in small groups, and no outsiders could ever tell the difference.”

“I’m guessing they weren’t fans of PDA back then, either.” He shrugs, the movement brushing your arm. “So, how’d they get to this whole thing, then?”

“As the Old Way shifted with time, so did their customs. Partners became more common, and they felt there was something missing from their relationship. Something that set them apart from the other members of their clan.” You go to answer, and bite your own tongue again before you can. “Physical touch. Intimacy. Simple touches, a kiss—“

“Partners didn’t kiss in the Old Way?”

“They never removed their helmets. Not to anyone.”

“So how did they…” He stares at you. He was really going to make you finish. “Or they didn’t…?”

“They did. At least, at some point, in some way probably. But mostly, The Way uses foundlings as a foundation for our people. Most Mandalorians’ don’t have any blood relatives in their clans, and if they did, they might not even know.” You make a small ‘huh’ sound. “But when the times shifted, it developed into the marriage system we have now, at least in the Old Way. The newer Mandalorians take on a more universal form of marriage, but the Old Way is still changed. A Mandalorian is to never remove their helmet in front of another living thing.”

“Yeah. I know that part.” You smile and gesture to him, and he stares back. He doesn’t move, his focus deadly and on you.

“When you become a partner of that Mandalorian, you are no longer another being. You become… one being. We remove our helmets, and all differences between us are bared. The things that keep us safe are torn away, and we rebuild to something new. Something connected— forever bound. You never take off your helmet in front of another living thing— but we are no longer seperate. They are a part of you until you take your last breath, and long past it.” You are spellbound. Mesmerised by his words— it’s the only way to describe it. He spoke so passionately about this, and it was hard not to feel the same. It was clear he took this very seriously, and although there was a bad taste in your mouth that you were taking this moment away from him, you couldn’t help but notice his word choice.

We are no longer seperate.

“You don’t have to show me.” You say softly, and he takes another step. He nods. “Ever. I wouldn’t take that from you.”

“This is The Way.” His hands hang by his sides.

“It’s not my way.” The slightest tilt of his head clues that you have his attention. “In my way of life, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. And this— this is important to you. It should be something you share with someone special. Someone you care for.”

He says nothing, but his hands twitch just slightly, and for a second you think he’s going to go through with it.

“The only time I want you to take your helmet off, is when you want to. You’ve… you’ve been kind to me. Respectful of my wishes, and I want to do the same.”

“I’ve done nothing.”

“And it’s enough.” It was true. He had done nothing to make you feel out of place, or uncomfortable. He’d pushed none of your boundaries, and he’d offered to help secure a lead to search for your parents killers. This… it was the least you could do. “Besides. I’m traditional. If we’re going to do the whole ‘Way’ thing, we can do it the way those old dudes did. Helmet stays on. That’s the Way.”

“This.” He corrects.

“What?”

“This is The Way.”

“Stars. Okay, I’m going to whack you in the head with this olive branch I’m extending if you’re going to correct my grammar.” You raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms in front of you. “So… we’re good with this?”

He nods, and then says your name. His voice now is not wavering. It was full again, a brassy baritone surrounding the small space between you. “I had one more thing to say,”

You nod, and look down to your feet. He’d moved so close his beskar boots were nearly touching your toes. You didn’t move away.

“This is not how I saw myself getting married.”

“Great start.”

“I’m not— I’m saying it’s not what I imagined for myself. I’m not sure if I ever thought I would…” You nod. Wordlessly understanding. “When I agreed to this, I was still unsure. But, I I want you to know I have no doubts, now. Seeing you, hearing what my people think of you… your planet, your family— I will be what you need. I swear it on Mandalore herself. As long as it serves us, we will rule together, as equals.”

“Equals.” You blink at him, enthralled. It’s hard not to be. When someone as stoic as him speaks so passionately about you… it has an effect. Apparently, more of an effect than you were prepared for, because you find yourself having to think about the promises you made him yourself.

That this was just business. Just a professional contract.

“I want to rule with you. I won’t repeat my planets mistakes. I know an ally when I see one. A decent person. A good heart.” He faces you straight on, and it was the second time in the span of a few weeks you’d thought about how easy it would be for him to kiss you. If he was anyone else, you might have done it by now. “I want to do this with you by my side. And I want to be by yours.”

You didn’t have words. For a Queen that had an affinity for charm, to weave a web of intricate patterns of conversation and pull information out of the coolest of characters, Din Djarin left you utterly speechless. You couldn’t stop your hand as it reached for him.

He looked down instantly, watching the bare skin of your hand graze over the pauldron of his armour. The contrast did something to him. You know it. He locked onto it like a trained missile, tracking the light trace of your gentle fingers until they stopped just before his elbow. You shudder a breath, and whisper to him that you want that too.

His hand moves next, a calculated move that holds the wrist of your free arm. The shift means he has to step forward, bringing himself to press against you. Your eyelashes flutter, nearly brushing beskar, as he slowly tilts your arm up and intertwines your fingers. The melt of your hand in his rests between both your heaving chests, and he tries to speak. Whispers your name so lowly you wouldn’t hear it unless it was as deadly quiet as it is.

He raises your interlocked hands up higher, and there’s only one place they would be going. Only one destination that he’s chosen. When your knuckles bump lightly on the sharp edge of his helmet, you bite down your tongue. The cool beskar disappears as he moves your hands just a bit lower and dip them under… and he’s soft there. A soft, giving material hidden under the hardest metal known to the discovered universe, and then he pushes you up.

The whole thing probably takes less than a few seconds, but time nearly slows to a stop with his hands in yours. He was going to show you what equals meant. He was going to show you him. Your chest was tight, body locked in a way that only the parts he was touching were lose and mouldable. You want to… you want to see him. This is something you want, because he wants it.

Your own fingers stretch out, and the helmet moves half an inch upwards.

There’s a sliver of skin. A tanned, cut jaw that you catch, and you shuffle closer, entranced. It’s selfish and dangerous but you want to be closer, want to rip the helmet off him like a kid at christmas, impatient and shaking.

Just as you indulged your most selfish desire in the slightest, leaned forward so you could press the thin wave of your dress closer, an earth-shattering boom came from outside, and the sandy ash of the desert painted the entire world bright orange. You were thrown to the side, glass breaking under your weight as you went flying into the misted glass of the greenhouse. You heard him shout your name; something strong, something to cling to as your head slumped toward the concrete floors.

The last thing you saw was his gloved hands reaching for you before everything went black.

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Media Log 2024 Entry 3 - De Blob - 4/5

I remember very few things about this game from when I was a kid. the overtly anti-imperialist message was not one of them.

To preface this, I will tell a little story about myself: De Blob, the original game on the Wii, was a game I had and loved as a kid. Though, I had a strange relationship with it: I never played past the first level even once. Every time I booted up the game, all I did was play the first level. If I'm remembering correctly, it was because I was afraid of the enemies that appeared for the first time in the second level. My, how I've grown!

Anyway, this game is pretty damn good! To start with the positives, the gameplay loop of painting buildings and doing missions in ambitiously large levels is very enjoyable (and it ties into a scoring system so I'm obligated to like it at least a little bit). This gameplay loop is made much more enjoyable by what I consider the game's highlight feature: the entire in-game OST is adaptive! As you paint the levels, the music goes from a very simple percussion line to a full-track alongside other changes like the sky going from gray to blue and the ground getting more colorful. On top of that, it's just a really good OST all around, which is always a plus.

The game also oozes (like paint. Haha.) charm and style, which becomes readily apparent as you paint buildings from blank grays to vivid colors and patterns. The entire game is about revolution against an oppressive government and its graffiti-inspired style works well to sell that! The character designs are also very charming and use shape language well to convey their vibes.

Speaking of the revolution against an oppressive government - the weird thing about this game is that it's very overtly leftist. It's not like it's winning awards for discussing theory like Disco Elysium, but it goes farther than I'd expect a Wii game published by THQ to go. Besides this, the story isn't anything to write home about, but it's funny when it wants to be and weirdly fucked up when it wants to be. Ink is rarefied liquid misery, by the way.

Anyway, onto the negatives - mostly, the controls. While the movement feels good in open spaces, precision platforming is a major struggling point. The slippery controls make moving across smaller platforms or making tight jumps a chore, and wall jumps are even worse - you either stick to every wall you brush against or you don't stick to walls at all.

The other negative is the enemy design - honestly, mostly just the Elite Inkies. Having to go out of your way to find the right color to deal with them is a fine gimmick... until the game starts really overusing them. Then it gets really annoying really fast. The combat in general is fairly weak, really - I feel like combat doesn't suit the gameplay the best, and that focusing more on hazards would have been the best, as satisfying as slamming Inkies into little black stains is.

Overall, De Blob is a very charming and unique game (with a great port to PC from the Wii!) held back by some major flaws, but nothing so bad as to sour the experience. I'd recommend giving it a shot if you get the chance!

Also, like the Portal series, it's apparently a game that started out as a school project. Funny how that keeps happening.

#media log #media log 2024

[thatblackravenclaw]

Fresh Morning Dew

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Poly!Marauders x Black! fem! reader (house neutral)

warning(s): not tooth-rotting fluff but pretty fluffy

word count: 1k

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Owls sing their song in the early morning. I woke up a couple of hours ago to soak in the silence of dawn. It’s one of the most perfect times to be awake. No one wants anything of you because no one is awake. It seems as if for one moment the world just stopped. Sometimes I wish it could stay like this.

This has been a tradition of ours ever since we became close. On the last day of summer, right before sunrise, we get a blanket and go to the highest and safest hill and watch the sun rise together. We kept up the tradition when we started dating. Now, no matter what is going on in our lives we make sure to keep this tradition alive. 

The routine is the same. Sirius and I are always the last to wake. We are more of moon rise people. Sometimes whenever there is a full moon, we’ll just stay awake and stargaze while lying on the same blanket that we lie on during sunrise. I’ll point out his star and he’ll point out my Zodiac constellation if they are visible in the sky. We then end up heading to bed around 2:30 in the morning when the moon has shifted out of sight to another part of the city behind the buildings. The following morning, James and Remus struggle to wake us from our slumber. It doesn’t take long until we realize why they are forcing us up and we decide to cooperate with them. Exactly what happened this morning. 

The soft plush rubs against my freshly shaven legs. Most of my weight was being put on my arms while I leaned back with my hands on the blanket. I’m only sporting my blue, striped cotton shorts and white tank top; thankful for the slight humidity that fills the summer morning air. My locs are pulled into a ponytail, but due to the length, it’s a moot point. They scratched against my back and arms, but it’s a sensation I’ve grown used to. No longer jumping when I think it’s an insect that has found its way onto my limbs. My shoes were on the grass next to my legs so as to not get the blanket dirty and wet with the morning dew. The sun peeked from behind the horizon. The lovely dark blue transitions to beautiful auburn. Not a single cloud was in the sky. Once the Sun was in full view, I transferred my gaze to my boys. The orange hues looked beautiful against their faces. Remus’ eyes were closed as he soaked in the morning. His long lashes fluttered against his cheeks. His scars were highlighted against the morning light, making him 10 times more gorgeous. Sirius’ sat next to him. His eyes weren’t closed, but they were squinted as he stared at the Sun full-on. His brown eyes shone brightly as the light hit them. His hair was up in a bun. I assume it was due to the humidity. Last was James. His head laid upon Sirius’ shoulder. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and wiped off the perspiration that found a home on the bottom of the bridge. I looked back at the Sun and mimicked Sirius. The darkness of the sky is behind us, indicating the day has truly started. Without moving my gaze, I picked up Remus’ hand and kissed the back of it. A content sigh slipped through my lips. After a moment, I placed his hand back in its original place on my thigh and reached over to get my shoes.

That was 3 hours ago. Once we got back inside of our flat, the boys went back to our bed. I smiled as they laid back down and held each other in their arms. You never get used to it. Finding the love of your life is an incredible feat and I have 3 of them. I should be considered the luckiest woman in the world. I do consider myself the luckiest woman in the world. I’m not rich nor do I have a big, fancy job. I’m rich in the fact that I have something that not many others have. These men are my world and I wouldn’t trade them for all the stars in the galaxy. I am however happy that they decided to go back to sleep. I’ve been trying to read this book, but lately, everything has been so hectic. We all have to be on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow. Only Remus and I have packed and we still have to get school supplies today. My mind is racing with all that we have to do as I pour tea into one of our novelty mugs. This mug is in the shape of a snowman and whenever the mug gets hot, the cheeks turn a warm pink. As the water rises in the mug, the colour slowly starts to emerge. While I wait for it to steep I can’t help but be drawn back to my boyfriends. I walk across the room and up the two steps that lead to the platform that our bed is on. James is Remus’ little spoon while Sirius faces James. Remus and Sirius's fingers are interlocked. Soft snores fill the area. I tiptoe over to the left side of the bed where Sirius is. My lips meet his cheek and his lips absently pull into a small smile. His eyes flutter open. First, his eyes see our boyfriends sleeping figures before his body slightly turns towards behind him where I stand. 

“Come lay down, lovely.” His fingers slip from Remus's and he holds his hand out to me. I open the cover enough to be able to slide in. Sirius scooches in to give me room. Once I’m lying behind him, I gently cover his hand with mine. I press myself against his back and with a kiss on the back of his neck, the tea is quickly forgotten about and my eyes shut to sleep through the rest of the morning.

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#poly!marauders #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders x fem!reader #ravenclaw reader #ravenclaw!reader #hufflepuff reader #hufflepuff!reader #slytherin reader #slytherin!reader #gryffindor reader #gryffindor!reader #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders fluff #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fluff

[thedupshadove]

Thought that came to me out of a clear blue sky…Little Shop of Horrors roleswap au. 

Same setup at the beginning, but it’s Audrey who impulse-buys the Strange and Interesting Plant (which she probably names Seymour the Second), cares for it, and discovers its…unusual dietary needs (maybe instead of bandaids, she covers the wounds on her hands by wearing gloves more often, apparently as a fashion statement. Or maybe she chalks it up to Orin.) Success comes to the shop, with Audrey being the one to get radio interviews and sudden acclaim (boosting her confidence somewhat, but only convincing Seymour even more firmly that he could never ask her out. She was always too beautiful for him, and now with this influx of cash she’s going to end up a lady, so how could somebody like him have any chance? If only he knew…)

Once the plant begins to talk, it convinces her to kill Mushnik first, by highlighting how mean he is to Seymour after that boy’s done nothing but slave for him all his life in exchange for scraps of scraps. She tells herself that she’s going to confront him first, and only if she can’t make him see reason will she use the derringer in her purse, but inevitably… 

I want to preserve the “I can off this guy by staying in the chair” moment, but obviously Mushnik doesn’t use nitrous oxide recreationally…right now I’ve got it down to a choice between a sudden heart attack where Audrey just…doesn’t call an ambulance, or else he’s eating during their conversation (to show how little mind he pays to requests to treat Seymour better), and she conspicuously fails to Heimlich him when he chokes. 

In the aftermath of Mushnik’s death (which of his two assistants did he leave the shop to? I’m not sure yet), Audrey does her best to help Seymour through his tangled emotions, assuaging his guilt at not being as sad as he should be by pointing out that Mushnik was never as nice to him as he should have been, after all. This culminates in an impulsive kiss that breaks the tension between them into an open declaration of love…which Orin just happens to overhear. 

He corners her later that evening, more angry than she’s ever seen him (and we all know that’s saying something), but unfortunately for him he made the mistake of staging his jealous little rage in the flower shop, so when she bats her eyes and calls him “Doctor” and explains that the plant has some spines on the front, so if they make love with her back against it surely that will show him just how sorry she is…well, Suppertime indeed. 

From there things can run pretty much the same as the original, to whichever version of the ending you prefer. Now, let’s talk songs! 

Most of them can be kept pretty much the same, with at most some shuffling around parts and re-writing lyrics. “Suddenly Seymour” can even keep its title phrase, with the lyrics being shifted to be about Audrey convincing Seymour that he’s someone worth paying attention to. The only real sticking point is “Somewhere That’s Green”. Since Audrey, as our new main character, will be getting the likes of “Grow for Me” and “The Meek Shall Inherit”, it seems only fair that Seymour, having been moved to the position of Love Interest, should get the Love Interest Song. But it can’t be as simple as moving some pronouns around–a guy wishing for the woman he’s interested in to be a parody of a 50s housewife has a different vibe from a woman wishing to be one herself. It’s a little too unsympathetic, especially now that Seymour isn’t even the murderer. But then what do we do with it? With Audrey being the one leading the way to financial success, is the song now about Seymour’s secret, socially-deviant desire to become a malewife?

#Little Shop of Horrors

[screensquared]

The Killer (2023)

Dir. David Fincher

Spoiler free:

Fincher is my favorite director, so I'm probably more than a little biased but I tried to go into it with open eyes. I ended up loving it. A good portion is just waiting and watching with Fassbender's droning monologue, (and a heavy dose of the Smiths' entire discography) but I could have happily watched an hour more. I love character driven stories, and this was so character driven it might as well have been a study. There are some action scenes, but most of the tension and conflict comes from the suspense. Fincher and Fassbender work so well together and I hope they collaborate more in the future.

Spoilers:

Synopsis :

Man, I wish they could have switched out the Smiths for the Cure. It would have kept the tone exactly the same and I'm sure Fincher could have found songs that had the same idea represented. Maybe if I have more time I'll go through and make a post picking the Cure songs I'd use to replace the originals. Maybe we're supposed to read deeper into Fassbender's choices to listen to the Smiths, but I doubt it.

Fassbender plays a hitman who misses his most recent target. In the aftermath, his girlfriend's home in Puerto Rico is discovered and she is assaulted. The rest of the movie is revenge porn where Fassbender adopts various aliases and travels the country killing everyone who played a role in hurting her.

Highlight:

Fassbender's monologue constantly tells us to not care and only focus on what is necessary (paraphrasing), but each time he recites his credo, he's already in the act of breaking these rules. He constantly cares. He mercifully kills Dolores and leaves her for her family to find so they can collect life insurance. He kills everyone responsible for his girlfriend's assault, which may be necessary for his safety, but is clearly fueled by vengeance and not self preservation.

And when it comes to the monologue, the narrative choice was *chef's kiss*. True, it might have been pretty boring to just watch Fassbender watch people for ⅓ of the movie, so the choice to fill the silence was compulsory, but it was written in the best way. Fassbender says so much but tells us nothing. I clocked him as an unreliable narrator maybe 5 minutes into the film when he quotes Aleister Crowley and can't remember to whom to attribute it. At the same time, we are being shown his character without being told who he is. If someone asks me a good example of atmospheric narration, I'd show them this movie.

Lastly, I can't talk about my favorite aspects without mentioning the cinematography by Erik Messerschmidt. I was waiting for Fincher's penchant for green and blue, and while it took a little while to arrive, by the middle of the movie it was there to stay.

Lowlights:

Fincher can't escape the "tint Latin America sky yellow to indicate we are in South America" trips, I fear. Maybe the sky is decidedly blue but I feel like there's a dusty haze to the streets of South America that might be movie magic.

Another Fincher movie, another woman who gets sexually assaulted... David, my guy, you know I love you. You write female characters better than pretty much any other male director. I appreciate your artistic vision. I love your depiction of women. It doesn't even bother me that Fassbender's girlfriend has 0 agency and her defining moment saying "You would have been proud of me that no matter what they did, I never gave you up." (Ride or die problematic slay) However. Just one single movie without a woman being raped. I beg. Do I think the movie would have been just as impactful if she was only beaten? Sure. I'm not going to condemn Fincher for taking it there. Like Lisbeth, Amy, and Ripley before her, (Alien3, my beloved, Fincher's directorial debut, a post for another day) Magdala joins the cast of Fincher's violated women. At the end she's sipping mai tais, so who am I to speculate.

Rating: 🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺

4/5 Divas

#screened screens #s² says #the killer #david fincher #michael fassbender

[kataraslove]

Hi! I hope you have a good day! I love your meta about Katara!

I can't explain the exact reason, but all these concepts of sun\moon, night\day, red\blue, fire\water as symbolism applied to zutara irritate me so much. it just seems so wrong and seems to erase the canonical personalities of Zuko and Katara, reducing them to the level of some boring concepts. What can you say about it?

thank you so much! and well, you’re going to find symbolism in every single shipping fandom, because that’s ultimately what attracts people to ships: symbolism and imagery and aesthetics.

for instance, i LOVE katara and aang’s symbolism and aesthetic. i love fanart and official canon art that highlights their symbolism. i love motifs like sky x sea, water x air, blue x yellow, etc, because i just find them so unique. i can’t think of any other ship that genuinely has this type of symbolism because everyone overhypes fire x water, light x dark to death. how many popular fantasy novels can you think of that already has this symbolism? give me something UNIQUE. give me something that’s never been done before. bryan konietzko dropping these two pictures dripping with symbolism - no matter if it was intentional or not - changed the trajectory of my life forever:

also, i don’t give two fucks about what people say - i love kataang’s aesthetic. i love the fact that aang is a bald pacifist monk, whose design is inspired by tibetan culture, at odds with his identity of being a messiah figure to the world. i love that katara is a revolutionary warrior, whose design is based off the indigenous peoples of the circumpolar region, who jumps headfirst into helping people. i love that they are two genocide survivors who have parallel character arcs. i love that she teaches him waterbending and that they share an element together. i love all of that, because like i said, it’s never been done before. try to find me a story that’s similar to katara and aang’s. try to find me characters that are similar to katara and aang,

zutara and it’s associated imagery, symbolism, story, what have you was definitely unique for its time in the 2000s. as a result of that, everyone attempted to copy the ship’s formula to the point where some authors wrote their knock-off versions of zuko and katara much better than the original, while others probably destroyed the reputation of the trope enemies to lovers forever and doomed us all to some of the worst enemies to lovers relationships known to man. but at the end of the day, all of zutara’s symbolism has been overdone so many times. there was a whole movie based off fire/water just because the creator of the movie thought the idea of fire and water would be harmonious.

fandoms love familiarity, so they will cling onto these concepts and tropes without any interest in exploring other relationships that are outside of their realms of comfort. this is why so many people will froth at the mouth over fire/water, night/day, sun/moon, because people are under the belief that forces of nature that are opposing to each other make for the best stories. fantasy authors are so heavily attached to these types of symbolism because they are convenient and marketable in the form of tropes.

you’re right that it’s overdone to death and quite frankly, boring. I find myself rolling my eyes every time someone’s like “fire and water!!!” what does that tell me, other than the fact that you enjoy opposing dynamics? it lacks all nuance, and fails to capture the true essence of katara and zuko’s characters and dynamic within the story. it just tells me that you’ve seen some pretty art of these characters and at a very surface-level decided to ship these characters. in all fairness, it’s the same argument as someone saying “i like [insert ship] because it’s canon.” okay, but why? “the creators said so” isn’t always the best reasoning and makes for terrible defence when you’re in a debate with someone who thinks that your canon ship shouldn’t have been the endgame option. i’ve encountered one too many kataang shippers who could easily debunk or refute an anti kataang argument with support from the text, but instead they deflect with “well, it’s canon. I don’t really know how to point out why your argument sucks. but just know it sucks because kataang is canon and canon is the sacred text.”

at the end of day, however, i recognize that shipping is a matter of subjectivity. people in fandoms are attracted to characters and ships that they are comfortable with, and characters and ships that are aesthetically pleasing (I think adult kataang is aesthetically pleasing. but I recognize that not that many people will hold my viewpoint). so i can’t really dictate why people are interested in ships because of certain fan-favourite symbolism, other than express my opinion that sometimes concepts and symbolism and imagery and tropes overhyped and overplayed in fandom spaces aren’t as interesting as the less popular and less explored ones.

#my asks #antizutara #just to be safe

[foralleternityidiot]

Oh for the newbies here can you explain to us what Our Sky 2 is, exactly? I can’t figure it out based on the trailer and my internet sleuthing but I feel super excited about Akk/Ayan possibilities? Is it like a small special episode?

BL mentor, I need your help!

So, Our Skyy is a BL anthology series from 2018. Each episode focuses on a BL couple from a previous series. The episode often serves as an epilogue or vignette to that couple.

Note: I don’t remember the order of episodes and this is entirely written based on my memory of the series.

The first series had…

OffGun as PickRome from their OG coupling (as a side dish) in Puppy Honey 1 & 2. In Puppy Honey they played the best friends of the main couple who ended up falling for each other as well. The first season had the kiss you could park a bus between which the second season had the steamy shower scene. Idk how Off went from 0 to 60 so fast but we all know he got there somehow. Anyway season 2 was much more focused on PickRome. The Our Skyy episode was set post Puppy Honey 2 and involved a mystical body swap. It was actually delightful and even back then Off and Gun were masters at acting.

TayNew as PeteKao from Kiss (as a secret side couple), Kiss Me Again (prequel to Kiss with PeteKao as one of a handful of couples but the series is trash and everyone just watches the official GMMTV PeteKao cut on youtube), and Dark Blue Kiss (sequel to Kiss focused entirely on PeteKao and directed by P’Aof). This episode was set somewhere in the timeline between Kiss Me Again and Dark Blue Kiss but no one has ever been able to agree exactly when. It doesn’t really matter though. The episode involves the pair going on a date/errand and being annoyed at each other or something and carrying around an orange tree idk I can’t remember it well.

DrakeFrank as MorkTee from My Tee aka ‘Cause You’re My Boy. I low key loved this series and it’s realism. It was about two boys in high school who were friends when they were in middle school but were separated for a few years just after their hormones started to kick in and they started to feel things for each other. When they reunite those feelings return quickly and stronger than before. My Tee suffered from a small budget, mismanagement of actors, and a confusing ending involving a mystery illness and study abroad. So their episode of Our Skyy was a very simple and sweet epilogue set in college that closed off the hanging threads and gave a nice ending to the couple.

PluemChimon as InSun, a side couple from My Dear Loser: Edge of 17. This was a really good high school series written by P’Aof. In begins as a member of a bully group and Sun begins as the openly gay new kid who befriends the nerd who is receiving the brunt of the bullying. In quickly leaves his bully buddies behind and becomes friends with Sun and eventually more. They end on a vague sort-of-dating note and nothing seems to have changed much by their Our Skyy episode set years later. But their episode had the privilege of being directed by P’Aof and it was a beautiful story that was really the highlight of the Our Skyy series.

SingtoKrist as KongpobArtihit from SOTUS 1 and 2. So, this really closed the book for SOTUS and SingtoKrist. SOTUS really was GMMTV’s first full BL series and it was a smash hit. It’s still considered a must watch series for any BL fan. So much about the world of BL in general can be linked back to SOTUS. Anyway, the episode is simple and mostly about Kongpob and Arthit dealing with a pending separation as Kongpob plans to study abroad. It’s a pretty decent send off to the series and couple.

So, there ya go. A basic summary of Our Skyy. As you probably noticed, many of these couples were side couples in het series. The original Our Skyy series was made from what BL couples were available at the time under GMMTV. Our Skyy 2 is much bigger with all the couples being from their very own very popular BL series. Two of the series haven’t even aired yet which is actually hilarious to me that they already have a plan in place for them.

Our Skyy 2 will have eight couples: EarthMix as PhuphaTian (A Tale of Thousand Stars), OhmNanon as PatPran (Bad Buddy), JoongDunk as KhabkluenDaonuea (Star and Sky: Star in My Mind), PondPhuwin as PalmNuengdiao (Never Let me Go), ForceBook as GunChay (A Boss and a Babe), JimmySea as PuenTalay (Vice Versa), FirstKhao as AkkAyan (The Eclipse), and GeminiFourth as TinGun (My School President)

At the rate GMMTV is pumping out BLs now, I wouldn’t be surprised if Our Skyy 3 is announced within the next two years.

Ok signing off!

xoxo BL Mentor 😆

#our skyy #our skyy 2 #Thai bl #gmmtv 2023 #bl series #SOTUS #dark blue kiss #taynew #offgun #pickrome #drakefrank

[inkyducks]

HIII!!! SO, IVE BEEN GONE AWHILE. BUT. I MADE SOMETHING.

A MY LITTLE PONY PERSONA/OC. ^^

(please ask questions about them I'm more than happy to answer any. I will be making more content with the OC soon.)

Kip is the god (vessel) for the overlords of MLP. He represents creation and destruction in general, and is there to balance the MLP universe's.. 'pizzaz'. They work together with Discord to keep everything to a certain level of 'controlled', just so everything doesn't fall apart and break. They are a chaotic neutral, but won't partake in most of Discord's mess. They prefer to be anonymous during their work, though they helped create the Sirens, Queen Chrysalis, and King Sombra entirely on their own.

Before Kip was created, they were made of the water from the river pool, formed from the seaweed and sand at the bottom. The overlords dried them out and gave them magic, which is why they slowly formed fully. At first they had white splotches here and there from not forming fully. This left blank parts in their personality and emotion traits, it also left them vague of their purpose and actual meaning to survive, leaving the shell of a child in a constant depressive and disassociated state of mind. Once the magic started circling their body they gained black splotches that covered their white splotches, which slowly gave them a basic personality and their powers. Small sparkles of colorful light guided them through their discovery to help maintain and raise them to their full potential. Once they turned 16 they were introduced to their true powers and purpose in life, which led to their discovery of their 'cutie mark'. During this time though Kip made their own personal creations and started to experiment and mess with the basic mortal lives.

Kip (currently) is over 10,000 years old in pony years, but in their overlord/immortal years their are 17. They have slightly fluffy but unkempt dirty blond hair, with small off white highlights on their front bangs. Parts of their body is still an off white color, but is mostly a light brown to represent the bottom of the Mirror Pool. A small yet very noticeable floating crown with the elements of the sky is atop of their head to atleast try and set a basic status for themself, but mostly is for decoration. They have a slight obsession with ducks which led to them simply creating a small duck hair clip during their fifth birthday. They have medium sized wings that also have block splotches of feathers intertwined within them. Three sparkles of light follow them everywhere in the primary colors, guiding and raising them. Each color representing the colors that make up light, or creation in this case. Because they were formed by magic, they also have small barely noticeable sparkly particles that represent stars that follow and show everywhere they go. They have milky sky blue eyes that have hints of gray tinted along the rims.

Kip's likes: Creation, destruction, creativity, ducks, outer space, the overlords, Queen Chrysalis, Discord (platonically), water, pillows [specifically the fluffy ones.]

Kip's dislikes: Princess Celestia, loud noises, the Mane Six, all forms of rude people [this includes people/ponies who discriminate anything], mirrors, pretzels (of any kind)

Questions I asked myself:

Q: What would it take to 'break' Kip? A: Their realization that their entire existence is pitiful and meaningless.

Q: What's the best thing in Kip's existence? A: Their guidances.

Q: What is the worst thing in Kip's existence? A: The Overlords

Q: What sexuality is Kip? A: Kip is pansexual, and demisexual. (Self insert be like)

Q: Does Kip care about their creations? A: Kip only cares for the original forms of each of their creations. Extras/descendants, such as Twilight, are not as important to them.

ANYMORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE TO ASK! IM HAPPY TO SHARE ANYTHING ABOUT THEM!

(please ask for permission to use my OC)

#art #ibispaint art #sillyposting #writing #archive of our own #my art #my little pony #my persona #oc art #oc #original character

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

Prequel Part 2:.. love Itself.

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What will happened if you overfeed someone your sweets, to the point they will have withdrawal symptoms? What if the fae is not an ordinary fae But a fae who can control all type of body of water in A very unfair level? Also your guys near the cliff, so close to the

[ Let's meet beyond destruction]

The very much crazy eye mer fae raise his hand. His purple eyes glow, the surrounding start to shake like crazy as a strong spell start to activate

"Oh gott, gottdamn! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" Jun yelled as you four start to run like crazy as the Older light fae summoned a tsunami. And being near the cliff since earlier is not helping you all close to a huge water source-- the vast Ocean of the world of fae.

"MC???? HEY WHY DID YOU STOP??!!" aira yelled out as you stopped running as the shadow of the ocean wave now went sky high and about to smack into the land and cause a flood. Aira watch in worry in a distance.

[ Awaken myths. ]

but jun grab hold of him and they run off.

"MMMMCCCCC!!!" he cried as your gone from his sight.

You actually don't know if what coming into your mind would work at all. But your gonna get in trouble if you let a tsunami cause a huge flood because of Hiyori who eaten your sweet!

You held your hand over your throat. Honestly copying someone voice is not your forte but someone once told you, as long there's magic and believe in yourself you can do it...! Be amazing!

Niki who stopped running as he gotten no energy to run.

"Lil MC..."

[ { Shouri ni megami datte sou iu ze} ]

The size of the wave seems to shrink a bit. As your eyes glow familiar piercing blue eyes of certain older Amagi.

You felt your throat being itchy and sore trying to copy someone voice perfectly, Niki eyes widen when he heard you cast a spell of someone he knows, the fact you have to cast it using the original language unlike others who can handle using the quick translation of magic means it's not easy fit.

Niki takes out the sweets you made and eats it to buff his ability. since Lil MC would use the spell using the original verse then he too would join along.

[ Girigiri no suriru~]

The edge of the wave start to turn to dust of winter, evaporating it but it's not strong enough to turn the whole wave to sparkle of winter.

[{ BET! OMAE WA DOUDA~? }]

Something poof on top of your head and start to swing behind your back, Niki eyes widen as he saw a red highlights on your hair start to appear, worry pasted on his face for a moment as he totally sure you become a dark fae that very moment but how could that be? Your a light fae... But his worries soon thrown off when the wave become twice it's height when they heard the next spell being cast by Hiyori who's giggling like crazy:

[ CONQUER WITH YOUR SOUL]

The surrounding start to shake like crazy as the rest of the water glow brightly as the merfolk who is dancing in the edge finally lost it.

[ FAITH CONQUEST!! ]

[[ UNMEI SAE YUSABURU BUZZY BEAT]]

( This buzzy beat will shake fate itself):

Suddenly the whole place vibrate, the place where you guys start to beat and glow golden as the wave splashed down to the land...

»»————-　　————-««

You stared down at your hand, unable to look at the eye of the supreme being-- an Angel. A very rare light fae to be around with. Well no one went there way to go out of heaven paradise to watch and cause a war crime out of revolution in the world of fae.

" What's wrong, Hibiki-chan~?" The angel seems to taunt you as he smile like a devil he really is deep inside. "Why don't you tell me how your little invention cause a mer folk to use an ability that created a tsunami~?"

"... I plead the fifth." You don't dare meet his eyes. " Talk to my lawyer!" You cross your arms and refuse to answer him.

"who is your lawyer? Your cousin?" Eichi chuckle how pitiful you look right now. "As far I know, your older cousin is in the human world for a job... Beside you just have to admit that you feed your little creation with substance even I don't know what to a mer folk and it all went down hill when he unable to get more. "

" WHY DO YOU SOUND LIKE ITS SOME DRUGS AND WEEDS. ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ " you cannot believe this as you glare at him with tearful eyes being accuse of putting illegal ingredient to your creation. (｡•́︿•̀｡) You don't put anything ILLEGAL AT ALL!

"well it is." He smile. "As far we all know, people who eat more than 2 is experiencing symptoms something similar being high with an illegal substance, like it's some drugs and it also cause them to increase their ability twice causing more trouble...." The leader-- the emperor of light clan stood up and went to a safe, Inside have candies you made, you too have happily offer some sweets to him as being a close friend of Wataru.

" Its very surprising someone of Level E can cause such madness... Oh wait... You always seems to not treat the yearly exam quite seriously. .. " eichi stared at you with analyzing eyes. Trying to understand such an oddball like you being uncategorized correctly each year.

" (๑•﹏•) Me dumb, I have no skill--"

"Kuro told me you often went and spares with him and the rest of fae who excel in physical category."

"Im bad at magic. (• ▽ •;)--"

"When Hiyori went berserk because of your creation, the one who minimal the damage was you and Shiina Niki... " Now his standing in front of you and playful pokes your fluffy white tiger ears that appear when you use Rinne voice to use his skill. "I don't remember you being a white tiger fae..."

"..." FUXK WHO SNITCH YOU OUT???!!! " I--...W-wah.... Huhuhu..." You given up trying to defend yourself from this meany and weeping. Well, it's more of so, that this is an angel and it make people emotional being around him, you can stand it but if he boolied you too much you end up crying.

"I-i... Only m-make... S-sweet... W-what... *Hic... W-wrong with that... I-its not d-drugs... Huhuhu..." You start to hug your knee as you cry and rock yourself back and forth. It's so embarrassing but somehow it's a normal effect of an angel.

"Hibiki-chan..." In eichi eyes, you look like a cat who's throwing a tantrum. What a cute cat! the fact you still have a tiger ears and tail doesn't make it less the sight he saw.

"WAHHH. YOU MEANY, YOUR A MEANY, GO AWAY. ITS ONLY FULL OF LOVE. WHATS WRONG WITH THAT?" you start to throw a tantrum which amuse him. Fuck if it's not for the fact this person is making you so honest what you felt. you will not cry your eyes out.

"Huhu...*hic... Imma tell Tarunii-san your a booly! Huhuhu...." You whimper and weeps on the sofa.

The emperor of light clan can't help but sigh through a smile still pasted on his face. It once again another day of boolying MC for him, a fan time to stress relief from work. His clearly fine with what you did. Beside you could just slap some crystal hearts to the people face to forget about the accident.

Eichi cannot help but internally chuckle as he remembers boolying since you and him first meet. After all, you often thought his aira because how similar they seems to look alike and told him in his face how he is a "simp for your cousin and not approved at all." But then happily feed him your sweets after seeing him getting tired as his body isn't use to the land and atmosphere of the outside of the home of angels.

"You look kinda sickly... Here! It will help you! Ehehe~ those are like meds. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ It will improve your health!" You point out. He wonder at those time if your stupid or your stupid to not know his not aira. Your often quite rude to him even face to face after all. You don't like him being around wataru for some reason.

He can't help but chuckle as you cry your eyes out in the sofa, glaring at the fiend which is him.

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[tamelee]

Hi there! So this isn’t really a question, just some musings about the recent release of the you-know-what. I’m sending this to you because I thoroughly enjoy your takes on both NH and SS. Your funny and sharp analyses, along with your beautiful artwork, continue to be some of the absolute highlights on my dash. I’d be curious to know your thoughts.

I’m a firm SNS shipper and I simply can’t help but finding the Sasuke Retsuden release funny. They’ve twisted and mutilated this character to the point where he’s barely recognisable. They have to do this, in whichever way they can, otherwise he won’t fit into their cash cow, self-insert narrative. I don’t even mind the SS shippers going bonkers over this fan fiction publication (because that’s literally what it is). Yes, the methods they’re using to justify their ship are certainly disrespectful to the original story, as are they to the very characters they claim to care about. But they do it anyway. It’s like they’re arguing that the sky is green. What else can we call them but fools?

SNS makes beautiful sense. Just as the sky is, in fact, blue. I feel no resentment over this publication because it only proves the SNS ship to be superior in every sense.

I’m sure it doesn’t really bother you, but with you having a more prominent SNS profile on this site, I still hope you won’t be too troubled by the SS shippers.

Let’s enjoy SNS month to the fullest! 🍅 🍥

P.S. I hope your recovery is going well! ❤️‍🩹

Hi @meimeithewhiterabbit !! Thank you so much I'm happy to hear that 💕💕 ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)~ I mean, ‘funny’ certainly is one way of saying it 😂 Despite it’s misery I’m already happy that Esaka herself isn’t a Mangaka. It would be 100x worse. At least the storytelling got better even though the characters and world-building.. and details.. and.. well everything else got mutilated. (Although less than in the novel.) It might surprise you but SS-shippers don’t bother me at all despite me blatantly criticizing the ship. Even on Twitter. I understand that there are people that love this Hetsuden-disaster, because it is made for a targeted audience. And it ain’t us. 

It’s whatever you value I guess. The main story is over.. or on-going if you like ‘Boruto’ and it’s pretty obvious how the dynamic is between SS :') If you take Hetsuden as a “fun little side-story”.. I mean, alright? I guess? But if it is a bunch of scraps you need in order to validate your ship because there is nothing else then yes that’s kind funny. And a little sad too. This is not for everybody of course, but take what you can get then 🙌🏻 Patiently waiting for a new chapter to see how valid their ship is every time with beating hearts, the ‘screen-shot’ function on hold and their Twitter feeds wide open- lmao.  And yes let's enjoy our month still!! 🫶🏻🔆🌙 PS: Thankyou! Doing my best ^^ Hope you're well and have a nice day- stay healthy 🌷

#asktamelee #meimeithewhiterabbit #SNS makes beautiful sense #yes #very much so

[amagicdoctor]

The Character Design Corner is a new series on the blog where I give you a look behind the scenes on how I design certain characters! In the previous part of this series I talked about my design process with the leading man himself, Dr. Strange! 

This month we’ll be learning more about his apprentice, Billy Kaplan (Wiccan)!

And if you’re enjoying this series, I’m also open to recommendations on who I should discuss next. Let me know by sending in a comment, ask, or DM!

If you're an artist or love reading about how artist's produce their work, this is a series for you. Now let’s look into the magic behind the scenes, follow my art style journey below the cut:

!!!This is not an art guide or tutorial!!!

Overall Goals

There are two different goals I have in mind with Billy, but it generally attaches itself to his relationship to Dr. Strange. Billy is his apprentice, and I originally created two versions of his superhero costume. This is to show his dedication to his role as the Supreme’s apprentice, and his time as a Young Avenger (since prior to 2023, this blog was operating slower than the canon comics timeline). 

For reference, here are the two costumes Billy usually wears, his Young Avengers suit, and the sorcerer robes:

Before we continue, I want to quickly note that a lot of Billy’s characterization comes from the fact that he adores the Avengers. It’s not surprising for any kid his age, especially considering the team he’s on. Because Dr. Strange happens to have a close relationship with his mother, who is also an Avenger, he really projects himself onto Stephen (in more ways than one, but that’s a conversation for later). Dr. Strange is this older male role model for him and I wanted that to be directly referenced in his design.

You’ll be able to see how this all comes together as I go into further detail. Let’s first start with his overall fashion with his sorcerer wear.

Clothes 

As a side note, we won’t be talking about his original costume that he wears when he is with the Young Avengers, I’m not doing anything special there. Generally, when I have drawn Billy so far, he is with Dr. Strange so he wears the sorcerer clothes he made for himself. This design is supposed to be a combination of the costume he wears with his team, and a reference to the robes that Dr. Strange wears. For reference, here is the apprentice costume again:

Sorcerer Robe

As I just mentioned, this robe is a direct reference to Dr. Strange’s robe. Billy is meant to match his style, as you can see it has a similar symbol in the middle, and is just as long and flowy as Stephen’s (the full robe comes down just below his upper thighs, no reference can be provided right now as I have not yet drawn Billy in full body). And because I really love high-waisted anythings, Billy’s robes are tied up tight against his upper waist by a secondary piece of cloth, then come down right above his upper thighs. While Billy’s robes are sleeveless, you can still see how loose it is against his slim but toned frame. Unlike Dr. Strange, Billy is ok with wearing skin tight suits, which is a homage to his Young Avengers costume. These tights are also a dark blue color with starry night sky highlights, as you may have seen before:

The robe surrounding these tights are colored red, a juxtaposition to Stephen’s blue, but this is to also match the color of the cloak Billy wears in his original costume. Red is also a common theme in his family (see Scarlet Witch and Magneto). As you may have noticed, a cloak/cape is purposefully omitted in this sorcerer wear. This is because Billy likes to keep that option open in case Dr. Strange allows him to wear his cloak, or an alternative. And because Billy is in frequent training, this switch up does occur often.

I want to say one last thing about Bill’s tights. Usually, the base color is the darkest blue I can use, the highlights I set on it literally allows the suit to shine. As you may have seen in previous art, not only do I like to lighten the tights with the starry pattern, but I also want to give it different colored gradient glows, colors you may see in space. I have not read too much of Billy's experience as an adult in the recent comics (and prior to this year Billy has not been written as an adult), but he has a strong attachment to space now that he and his husband live off-Earth. I wanted to reflect space and the sky in this costume and I think highlighting the underlying clothes in his costume really makes everything pop. Especially considering how dark and dull the outer robe may seem in comparison. Billy is young, enthusiastic, intelligent, and is Dr. Strange’s hope for the future. I want that to be reflected directly in his clothes.

Body

Body Type

Prior to this year, Billy is a teenage boy. As a superhero, and a sorcerer, I would like to think his body is slim yet muscular. He isn’t bony or skinny or thin or anything like Dr. Strange, even though I like to think sorcerers don’t need physical prowess to be great. But that does not mean Billy can’t be healthy or fit. I would like to think he takes care of himself very well and exercises as much as he can. 

Face

I would also like to think Billy is a very enthusiastic young man. This can be seen when he’s interacting with Dr. Strange. He smiles a lot, and he tries to be happy as much as he can, despite how insane his line of work can get (and I’m not just talking about his role as a sorcerer). Billy’s face as a child is very rounded out, there’s a lot from his canon counterpart where his face is a long oval shape, and I wanted to keep that up until he grows from an adult, where more of his features will be defined. This is a work in progress for later, but I am just thinking ahead.

Also, Billy has dark brown eyes in canon, and I wanted to keep that here as well.

Hair

What I didn’t keep from canon was his dark brown hair. Because he’s such a huge Dr. Strange fanboy, I wanted him to go through a phase where he dyed his hair black to match his teacher. He also dyes his eyebrows. The coloring between his and Dr. Strange is a bit different because Dr. Strange’s base color is more grayed out (cause he’s old).

Jewelry

Billy also wears a lot of jewelry! There is no ideal piercing or necklace or anything like that that I am confirming for his design, because I think a lot of mystical symbols fit him a lot. When I draw Billy, especially if it’s in informal wear, I like to experiment with everything. Though I have been focusing on this long dangling sun/moon combo earring set that I like:

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Thanks for reading all the way through to the end! If there’s anything here that you think I’m missing, or I should provide more detail, please send some feedback my way. I would like this to be the first of many posts, so the structure is a work in progress!

If I should structure the sections in this post in a different way for next time, I would appreciate the advice.

I would love to hear from you, regardless! 

Lastly, if you’re enjoying this series, I’m also open to recommendations on who I should discuss next. Let me know by sending in a comment, ask, or DM!

#doctor strange #billy kaplan #wiccan #young avengers #blog art #concept art #strange character design corner

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

March 31, 2023 Monteverde, Costa Rica

It’s hard to believe that our trip has come to an end. We agree that it’s been like three vacations in one, each unique and wonderful: Glapagos, Equador/The Passion; Osa Penninsula, Costa Rica/Copa de Arbol; Monteverde, Costa Rica/Senda. How lucky are we?

Up and at ‘em, coffee in the room, and just as we were about to head to breakfast, a full rainbow across the sky. Somehow, it felt like a good sign. There was a touch of mist in the air. With a mostly blue sky, it must be some sort of slight cloudiness we were walking through.

Off we went for our last day, hopeful that it would be a good one. It was the best, best, best way to wrap up our trip. Off down a bumpy dirt road we headed, across the Continental Divide, headed toward the Atlantic and up, up, up into the clouds. Our destination was something higher than 5000ft. Our first activity was a hanging bridge nature walk. It was only drizzling when we started off into the mist, and the duration of the walk alternated between mist, drizzle, and bona fide rain. It did not deter. No stinkin’ raincoats for us; we’re tough. (In reality, when we remembered raincoats walking from our room to reception, we had been too lazy to walk back up the hill to the room!) There were ten suspension bridges at varying heights and various lengths with long sections of a paved path in between them. The first one or two bridges were a little scary to traverse, then the heights and slight swinging of the bridges became old hat. The views were amazing, even if visibility was often limited due to the rain and clouds. At times, we were at a level that put us within the trees. In other places, we meandered above the canopy. It’s such a different perspective. This truly felt like a rainforest. The foliage was dense, lush, and glistening from the wetness. So many of the leaves seemed oversized; the ferns gigantic. As is typical, Oscar pointed out plants (even one small orchid that still had its flowers after all the wind since we’ve been here) and kept his eyes peeled for creatures and birds. There were plenty of cool birds, even if seeing them was a little challenging between fog, rain and swinging. We even saw two more quetzals, but not nearly as clear of viewing as yesterday. There were two highlights of the walk: a tarantula hiding in a hole (she, likely) dug in the side of the mountain; and a hummingbird nest. WOW. We waited by the hummingbird nest for mama to return, allowing a bunch of loud people to pass by. Our patience was rewarded when mama came back, fed her babies, perched to warm them, and then when more loud people came by, stretched her neck high in the air to check out the goings on. Such amazing behavior to observe! Oscar’s sense of humor was with us the entire walk, as was his sensitivity to showing US the coolest things and not going out of his way to share with passers-by who had not hired a guide and who were often busy chatting loudly and not even paying attention to the nature around them. Hiring a guide – so, so, so worth it.

Our next activity was zip-lining: an add-on to the original plan. We were both a bit nervous about it but it was something we had each thought about doing over the years. This was the time. We really didn’t know what to expect until we were in the middle of it. It was a series of 13 zip lines, two of which were tandem. Oscar had recommended that we get ponchos lest we get our clothes covered in oil and rust, so we each bought one – good call, as our faces were covered with muck when we were done. We were outfitted – a pretty efficient operation, given the volume of people going through – and then loaded into a minivan to get to our first launch site. Who knew we had to hike up to the first site? Huffing and puffing we reached it and then had to wait for a large group of folks to amass for the safety/instruction briefing. As with the suspension bridges, the first one or two zips were a bit nerve-wracking, but then it was sheer fun! Through and over the tree canopy, tucking our legs so as not to hit trees. – a major rush! In between some of the zip lines were more mini-hikes on concrete paths. Naturally, having just zipped, these paths were all uphill to again get to an elevated starting point. Ugh. (It’s true what learned day one, that everything is uphill in Monteverde.) The tandems were really the most fun, not only because we were together, but they were the longest stretches. No need to execute any of the emergency procedures we learned in the briefing; we wrapped up, totally satisfied with the afternoon.

Roy drove us back to town, famished at this point, and Oscar took us to a local bar for lunch. We had a beer and chifrijo: a super-tasty bowl of rice, beans, pork and tomatoes with delicious broth, served with tortilla chips.

We had expected time to chill in the afternoon, but we only had an hour or so (!) until it was again time to take off for our final excursion: another night walk. Oscar was as excited as we were to go to a site that he’d not been to before (Irene booked it for us). It was good. Our guide, Daniella, was quite knowledgeable, was attentive and did some good spotting. We wandered for about 90 minutes through a maze of paths, losing any semblance of sense of direction. We intersected with other groups, with the various guides letting each other know when they saw an interesting creature. We saw a two-toed sloth pulling himself around in the trees, an owl, a beautiful butterfly, a few fun frogs, a few venomous snakes — an eyelash pit viper and another pit viper (thankfully, in the trees at a good distance), a few sleeping birds (heads not visible because they were tucked under their wings, another taranchula, and a bunch of bugs with quite amazing camouflage. It’s a very different view of the creatures of the forest. Well done, Daniella!

Back at the Senda, exhausted, Oscar endeavored to airdrop all of the photos he’d taken with and of us, while we ordered a drink and churros at the bar (dinner). After much effort, he managed to get them sent. Alas, with compatibility issues, we have yet to make them accessible to both of us but we’ll persevere.

A little packing wrapped up our day and indeed our trip. It’s been another amazing adventure. Tomorrow will be a long travel day. Sunday will be unpacking laundry, thanking friends who looked out for things for us (Jillebob: thanks Liz and Shirin), seeing Fergie (Seb: yay), and most importantly starting to digest the memories that we have made.

Finally, a shoutout to Irene and GreenSpot Travel. She planned a perfect visit to Costa Rica that whetted our appetites for exploring more of this beautiful country.

Pura Vida!

[dastardlyobnoxious]

Robots 2005 Review

Blue Sky Studios, while it’d later be defined as the production company behind many famous films such as Ice Age Meltdown, Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, and Ice Age: Collision Course (I jest) back in 2005, the studio was still getting its footing as an animated film producer. Following the success of the original Ice Age (2002), its next work Robots, released in 2005 set as the title implies in a world of robots. But how well does it hold up? With its eighteenth anniversary having just passed us earlier this month, here are my thoughts and opinions on it.

The first thing that comes to mind when discussing Robots is their art style, think something like Toy Story or Meet the Robinsons. Its visuals pop out in a way that’s helped age the movie in more ways than one. From its character to city design almost everything about the movie sells this world, think of the film's Rupert Goldberg machines or the design of the ever-intimidating chop shop. That said, don’t stare too hard at background characters cause you’ll likely notice a few repeating designs (Ex; Bigwelds Corporation), and like most early 3d don’t look at the liquid cause it’ll look metallic. Aside from more background stuff though, gotta appreciate the main cast's design and how they all look rather distinct from one another. For example, Cappy is the most futuristic looking as opposed to Fender looking older/rustier by design. Madame Gasket and Bigweld are probably my favorite design-wise of the movie with both of them being very striking in how their design correlates to their personalities. And that’s ignoring the visual treats here and there from the referential posters to the high school graduation pictures and quotes. The occasional action sequences the film has are also pretty fluid, really helping to up the ante in a couple of scenes. All and all, this is the standout highlight of the film and if you like the look of the posters and trailers you’ll probably love the look of the film.

The story of Robots is unfortunately, nothing that striking, a young Rodney Copperbottom is trying to make it big in Robot City when his idol Bigweld goes missing. Will he be able to figure out what's going on, and stop Ratchet and Madame Gasket from taking over Robot City? It’s a simplistic make it big in the city story, and while it’s at least somewhat uplifted by its comedy, voice talent, and art style. At the end of the day, it’s a very forgettable plot, with the occasional strong point such as the introduction of the Chop Shop and Madame Gasket. This is a comedic film first and foremost and while I’ll focus on that more in the next section, it does undercut more of the narrative-focused serious moments. Robots had the workings to be more memorable since I didn’t dislike what they were going for, but whether the result of the movie being so short or having to introduce so much in a narrow window it’s just not the greatest. Speaking of run time, this movie could’ve easily run for another thirty minutes to an hour than it ended up having. While it could’ve been budget or production reasons, part of me does wish we got more from the story.

Then we have the comedy, which, it’s honestly surprising how much they get away with, from the movie's frequent adult jokes, toilet humor, darker humor, and its off-the-walls absurdism. Some of it landed but most of it didn’t for me, and from what I can glean from the trailers and some of the behind the scene stuff, the movie was aimed towards tweens and teenagers. I can see why the movie was able to be more daring in its comedy. In a world that in the past few years had seen stuff like Shrek or South Park become global phenomenon's. As I mentioned a bit ago, the humor can be kind of at odds with the film’s narrative, hijacking it at times. And I think that’s best shown via the character of Fender. Fender throughout the film has many moments where he’s intentionally or unintentionally being used as a comedic device. And while I enjoyed Robin Williams' performance, it’s way too focused for a comedic character. Fender is very Looney toons esc in his non-stop energy, and aside from one scene comforting Rodney he is always bouncing off the walls. So much so that the main villains don’t get anywhere near the same amount of focused screen time as him. Fender in my eyes is the worst of the comedic hijacking, and if he had been scaled back a bit I think he would’ve worked a lot better as a character. Take, for instance, Diesel and Wonderbot their comedic bits are more occasional and toned back and usually work better within the scene. Again, not to say I didn’t enjoy Fender as a character. My favorite jokes of the film usually involved Fender doing something absurd (the fight dance scene, Rodney and Fender dancing, etc), because once you go beyond him, a lot, and I mean a lot of the humor is crude. Take a side character like Aunt Fanny for instance, the second you see her the second you know the recurring joke with her. To each, their own though, the movie gave me the occasional laugh but I didn’t find it all that noteworthy in its comedy.

Now onto our main characters, and their vocal talents, characters such as Aunt Fanny and Diesel will be left out since I feel like the comedy section covers them well enough. This’ll mostly just be my impressions after having watched the film twice so if I don’t point out a vocal talent in the blurb assume they did alright in my book.

Herb Copperbottom - performed by Stanley Tucci, Herb was a really fun character and I think Tucci nailed his general enthusiasm during the opening scenes and later when he was more solemn. His overwhelming support of Rodney and his dreams are super uplifting, but beyond that, there isn’t much to him.

Rodney Copperbottom - Played by Ewan McGregor, the main character of our film Rodney is one of the blander parts in it. Partially because he has to be built up as this hero leading the charge against Madame Gasket. Partially because of the scriptwriting, I think McGregor’s performance here is alright but I was left wanting more from his delivery. I’ll touch on Rodney’s dynamic with other characters in their own sections but by and large, excluding Herb and Bigweld his relationships with the remainder of the cast are serviceable but weak.

Bigweld - Played by Mel Brooks, I One hundred percent expected Rodney and Cappy to find him near death/dead in his workshop on my initial viewing. Ends up kind of overriding the other side characters given he’s able to solve the problem by firing Ratchet. He’s a standout character that gives a sort of Walt Disney aura coming off as bigger than life, that said after being knocked out by Ratchet he becomes more of a plot device than someone actively contributing with the villains and Rodney fighting to save/kill him. Can't not shout out Mel Brooks because he's great here.

Ratchet - Played by Greg Kinnear, the best character in the movie hands down. Greg Kinnear’s over-the-top performance of a capitalist nut obsessed exclusively with profits is great. From his sleazy nature to his dimwittedness in charming Cappy. His relationship with Madame Gachet is something of a strong point. There isn’t much I disliked about this scumbag of a character only wish he had more scenes.

Cappy - Played by Halle Berry, advertised as Rodney’s love interest, as a character she’s barely present. It feels like they wanted to do more with her and Rodney but besides a few action sequences and her bailing Rodney out she just has so little.

Fender - Played by Robin Williams, this’ll be brief since the comedy section covers how I feel about Fender for the most part but he’s the strongest of the supporting cast due to him having the most time with Rodney. Their relationship is very quick to go from Fender mugging Rodney to friends, and I can’t deny Robin William's strong vocal talent.

Lug and Crank - Performed by Harland Williams and Drew Carey. Sorry to say, both Crank and especially Lug are relegated to background characters. Cranks' cynical view of the world could’ve been used to juxtapose Rodney’s optimism but as it stands his most memorable scene is a one-off joke. Lug, on the other hand, is irrelevant, and scenes with him in the frame, let alone talking, probably total somewhere under ten minutes of the entire film. Directors seemed to have more plans for them both initially but it seems that got scrapped at some point.

Piper - Played by Amanda Bynes, she’s in a similar situation to Lug and Crank, she’s just narratively present as Fender's younger sister who’s attracted to Rodney. Hardly anything comes of this beyond a few jokes between her and Fender, but she also gathers the army for the final fight. From the advertising, you’d have expected her to have a much bigger role since she’s up there on the poster but nope!

Madame Gadget - Played by Jim Broadbent, I'm gonna be real the design of Madame Gadget feels like something out of an entirely different movie. Their introduction nails them as this super intimidating villain, and they deserved to have more standalone/planning scenes with or without Ratchet. Loved the crazy mom angle they went with her, honestly didn’t expect her to get the blast furnace in the end.

Alright, that’s probably the most anyone has written on Robots in quite a bit, I’ve heard this sentiment echoed online but after having seen the film I do feel this had the potential to have a more lasting impact than it did. While most of what I saw on the behind-the-scenes, development stuff was on Youtube if there's anything I missed, comment! Or however Tumblr works, I’m still getting used to this stuff.

It’s been a minute and figured I’d write a short piece while I write more long-form stuff, and this was free on Youtube at the time of writing. Until next time, don’t question what is and isn’t a robot in this universe lol.

#robots 2005 #18th anniversary #review #writing

[ramenaddicted]

🐸`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ MHA Drabble: Kero Kero Tomua ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´🐸

This is my fluff one-shot for our crusty boy Tomura Shigaraki. As always my works are crossposted tom my AO3. Not a lot of tags or warnings.

AN: This work contains fluff, and hints at spoilers if you are not familiar with Tomura's origin story.

Tomura Shigaraki wearing a frog raincoat! Just imagine, Tomura is not used to getting gifts and since being in the care of AFO the only gifts he got were the hands and Kurogiri. Everyone receives a gift when you arrive on the scene; Toga gets those tiny plushies, Dabi gets a new cologne, and Tomura gets a green frog trench coat. when you present the coat to tomura he stares at it with little interest. you explain that you've seen him out and about, roaming in the rain with no coat, no Kurogiri, and no umbrella.

At first, he called your gift stupid, but one night the rain was pelting their side of town, and tomura needed to leave the hideout for some snacks. hanging up in his closet was the light green and yellow-colored frog pattern raincoat. As Tomura runs a steady finger across the water-resistant fabric, he marvels at the distinct pattern on the hood and pockets.

"Frog-shaped hood and Lily pad-shaped pockets." he says flatly.

Tomura released an aggravated sigh as he wrangled on the frog raincoat. He knew the rain was pouring, but he needed his snacks. As he calmly fastened the comically yellow buttons on the coat, Tomura shoved his wallet into his pockets, laced up his red sneakers, and left his room.

It’s midnight at the hideout, but that doesn’t mean the inhabitants are asleep. Kurogiri is polishing glassware at the bar when he spots gleaming ruby irises staring at him from the dark of the other side of the room.

“Leaving the hideout, Master Tomura?” Kurogiri asks as Shigarakis's frame slinks from out of the darkness and into the dimly lit bar area. The plumes of stationery smoke puffy a little bit as Kurogiri takes in Tomura’s new raincoat.

“Is it bold of me to assume that that was a gift from y/n?” The nomu inquires.

The coat is not form-fitting but rather loose, it gives the villain the appearance of a kawaii fashion enthusiast instead of a creepy guy wearing a child's raincoat. Tomuras cheeks dust with a pale shade of pink as he grumbles something incoherently while walking towards the door.

The scent of rain brings unwelcome memories as Tomura walks toward the nearest convenience store. Before the tragedy Tomura loved to play outside with his pet and his siblings, now he tries his best to avoid going out when it rains. Tomura cleared his objective and acquired chips, soda, and a small snack cake. With his consumables purchased he started the trek back home. It’s funny how the night sky can look so lonely when it rains. The dark gray is highlighted by indigo and swirls of mauve. Not a single star shines through, just the lights of the city and cars slightly illuminate the darkness.

Nya~

The sound startles Tomura as he looks for the perpetrator, then he feels a slight warmth around his ankle. Another soft Nya directs him to look at his ankle, it’s a cat, a pure white one with the softest blue eyes he’s ever seen.

“I’m assuming you're cold.”

The cat mews in agreement as its white tail curls around his ankle and nudges him with its head. There are many cons to this situation, the cat would starve if Tomura leaves it, or AFO would kill it as a gesture of killing his weakness, either way, the cat still dies.

The soft pelting of rain turns into a pitter-patter as he contemplates his decision. The space around him and the cat may be softly pelted with rain, but the rain itself still continues its trajectory. Then brightly colored rain boots come into view.

“I figured you would find a use for the coat Tomura.” you giggled as tomura lifted his head to get a good look at you.

You're prepared for the weather, orange rain boots, an orange raincoat, with an orange umbrella shielding him and the cat from the rain. You swooped up the cat before Tomura could say anything, he noted how the wet menace was shivering. You turn on your heel and tell him to follow you, leading the leader of the league through a short system of alleyways, you two soon reach an apartment building.

“This is where I live, Mi casa es su casa~” you chimed while ushering the lanky villain up the stairs. Once you reach your unit, you quickly unlock the door and greet the empty air.

“If you live alone then why do you greet the air?”

“I’m greeting the ghost of the old lady who used to live here before my boss,” you reply nonchalantly.

You direct Tomura to peel off his raincoat and set it on the kitchen table, rain boots were left in the entryway as he trudged his way to your couch as you tended to the cat. Your apartment has a cozy aesthetic to it, the lighting is dim, your couch has soft blankets and cushions, and it smells like a cozy candle. A stark contrast to the league's hideout and AFO’s laboratory, you come back with the cat wrapped up like a burrito in your arms. Not only is Tomura jealous of the treatment, but he’s also jealous of how close you are with random strays.

You tell Tomura that the rain isn’t going to let up and that you called Kurogiri to let him know that Tomura will be staying over until the weather clears. At some point, you put Hachi (the cat) down to go make tea for you and tomura.

“Are you an adventurous man, Mr. Shigaraki?” you joke as you start your electric kettle.

“Not really, why?”

“I ask because my taste in tea is vastly different from the traditional palette.”

You surprise the villain with a London fog style tea, no milk, just earl gray with lavender syrup and a pump of vanilla syrup served hot in two floral pattern mugs. Your night ends with your boss sleeping on your couch and Hachi sleeping on his chest, you silently squee as you quickly take a photo and send it to Kurogiri.

End.

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[primroseprime2019]

Stars Colliding- Ch.1

Megatron stood in the control bridge, in front of the large screen that showed the stars. The moon shined bright in the dark sky and Megatron wasn't going to lie when he saw that it was beautiful.

Earth had so many things that one could find wonderful.

Megatron frowned and he couldn't help the sneer appear on his faceplates. Earth was beautiful but it was just something to possess so easily. All of the humans were insects.

Well... not all of them. Jackson, Miko and Rafael were the only ones who were even capable of being helpful to their Autobots. It was both irritating and delightful to see.

A soft chuckle escaped the Decepticon warlord. Jackson was older than the two. He had the qualities of even Optimus Prime himself. He was a protector.

Miko was defiant, brave and fierce like a wrecker. She would take down any Decepticon. He could only remember the shock washing over him when he saw Hardshell's body. Miko had done that.

And Rafael was smart. Timid and kind but he was smart. He knew how to activate the ground bridge, knew how to identify coordinates. He even understood the Autobot scout.

Megatron hummed in thought. Perhaps he could see just how much they meant to Optimus Prime.

The bridge doors opened and Knockout and Starscream walked into the control bridge. "Lord Megatron?" Starscream said.

"What is it?" Megatron asked. Starscream looked at Knockout, wanting him to speak first. The Decepticon medic gave the Seeker a glare before he cleared his throat and looked at Megatron.

"Soundwave had detected a life signal. It isn't Autobot nor Decepticon but it could be a relic of Cybertronian origin," he said. Megatron frowned and he turned to them.

"Where was it located?" He asked. "In the south," Knockout said.

Megatron raised an optic ridge. "Take Dreadwing, Breakdown, Nebula, Cloudfarer and Frostjumper with you," he said, "bring this relic back and do not fail me."

Starscream and Knockout both bowed. "Yes, Lord Megatron," they said before they left the control bridge. A purple and blackish-blue femme stood on the flight deck, watching two mechs spar.

The first mech was white with silver highlights and blue optics swung his fist. "You're getting a little slow there, Frostwatcher. You're not gonna use your staff?" He asked teasingly.

"Shut up, Cloud! Lord Megatron says that taking a break from my staff will help me," Frostwatcher said with a huff, "he says I can do just fine without it."

"Can you though?" The femme asked as Starscream and Knockout walked over to them. Predaking looked at them. Darksteel and Skylynx were asleep.

"Nebula, Frostwatcher, Cloudfarer, let's go. We're going on a mission," Knockout said. Nebula raised an optic ridge as she looked at the medic, "what, now?"

"Yes now," he said, "Lord Megatron's orders." He looked at Predaking. "Sorry tall, dark and scaly. You're not coming."

Predaking huffed and Frostwatcher chuckled. A ground bridge activated and Nebula, Starscream, Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, Cloudfarer, Wraith and Requiem went to the south of where the relic had been located.

Once they were on the other side, Knockout looked around. "Honestly this could've gone better," he grumbled.

"Let's just hope the Autobots didn't get there first." Wraith said as she knelt down and ran her digits along the dirt. She frowned before she stood up and started walking.

She noticed there were scorch marks and crystals all over the place and she couldn't help but frown more. "There's no way a Bot nor Con could do all of this," Nebula said.

"And what makes you think otherwise?" Starscream asked, raising an optic ridge as he looked at Nebula, "you haven't even seen it in action yet."

"Now you sound like a Bot," Firefight said, earning a glare from the Seeker.

There was a distant crash and the ground rumbled. Birds flew from the trees and Frostwatcher frowned.

Something definitely wasn't right. Wraith glanced at the crystals. Were they getting bigger?

Suddenly a Cybertronian-sized wolf leapt past the group with a snarl. Cloudfarer yelped and Frostwatcher grunted as the wolf tackled him to the ground.

He quickly put up his staff and the wolf grabbed it with her teeth. Frostwatcher noticed that this wolf was actually an organic wolf but the features were completely different.

The wolf's fur was raven black and white, there were bright grayish-white wings flapping furiously at her sides and her eyes were glowing a bright yellow.

"GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!" Frostwatcher shouted at the air. Nebula took out her crossbow and she aimed at the wolf.

The wolf flicked her ear before she jumped up, giving a great flap of her wings, spinning around and throwing Frostwatcher in Nebula's direction. The two collided hard and an arrow flew at the wolf.

The wolf snarled in pain when the arrow lodged itself into her leg and she glared at Nebula before she spread her wings and took off.

"What in the Pits of Kaon was that!?" Cloudfarer said. "A wolf," Dreadwing said.

"I know that, but that was too big to be a wolf. It's almost bigger than Predaking," Cloudfarer said, throwing his servos out, still shaken by what had just happened.

"We need to find it," Wraith said and she started walking ahead. "Are you crazy?" Knockout asked, giving her an incredulous look.

She turned to him, irritated, "well unless you want to go back to his lordship empty-handed, be my guest. But I'd rather capture that thing than let the Autobots get it."

With that, she transformed into her jet form and took off, intent on finding the creature that had attacked the Decepticons. Dreadwing transformed and flew after her.

"I hate when she does that," Cloudfarer grumbled as he, Firefight, Frostwatcher and Starscream transformed and flew after Dreadwing and Wraith.

Requiem, Nebula, Breakdown and Knockout tranformed and drove forward.

The wolf ran through the woods, crimson blood trailing down her flank and she only had a small limp as she ran. She ran to a lake and sat down, breathing heavily.

She looked at the arrow before she clamped her teeth around it and yanked it out. She let out a snarl of pain before she tossed the arrow aside and transformed into a nineteen year old girl.

The girl had chestnut skin, raven black hair and light brown eyes. She wore a purple sweatshirt and grey jeans, along with black boots.

She pressed her hand against the puncture wound and she concentrated hard. Crystals grew over her wound and she exhaled, mist flying past her lips before she got up and looked over her shoulder.

She could hear the sounds of revving engines and she growled softly before she dived into the lake. She swam deep down until she touched the surface.

She waited until the Decepticons transformed and they looked around. "Maybe it flew off," Firefight grumbled.

Wraith sighed, "we still need to keep looking." "Wraith, we'll find it," Nebula said with as much patience as she could muster, "but Lord Megatron will be even more angry if we're not back."

Wraith looked at Nebula and gave a reluctant nod before she called Soundwave for a ground bridge. Once it opened up, the Cons went through it.

The girl waited for a few minutes before she slowly climbed out of the lake and exhaled softly. She looked around before she transformed into her dragon form and flew up into the air.

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