#But I'm too lazy to edit some posts hehe

[calice-says]

Is this a sign of a new fic??? No, it's just insanity

A little background about me; I tend to have vivid and uncontrollable dreams. Most of them were story-like and adventurous, and the 'genre' of dreams would differ. Mostly horror for some reason.

Anyway, I won't get into it much BUT

I had a weird, but funny dream lmao. I think the reason why I had that dream was because my friends and I were talking about age gaps (nothing bad, dw, we were just laughing at who was younger and who was actually older between our friend group), and after that I went to rewatching just one episode of IEG because I am very occupied for some reason despite being summer🤩🔫

Anyway! Of course, it involves Tenma. No surprise there, but the plot of the dream went like this:

Tenma was around 10 or 11 years old (I forgot the exact age, dream logic is foggy okay 💀) here.

And for some reason, he ended up being a first year of JHS Raimon, when the series started. Funnily enough, the reason why he happened to skip 2 grades(?) ahead was when enrolling him, his dad was super tired and accidentally ticked off the wrong grade level 😭 So instead of entering elementary school like a normal kid, Tenma got promoted two years ahead and ended up in JHS. Do not ask why Raimon has an elementary division, I dunno either. I'm not sure if they have one in the canon, but oh well. And do not ask how they allowed it, or how they didn't find it odd, but I guess Tenma's grades here were surprisingly passable enough????

Oh well, congrats Tenma for the upgrade!

Ofc, it was Aki who noticed the oddity when they received Tenma's uniform. She immediately called the school like, "Hi, sorry, I think you gave us the wrong uniform by mistake—he’s supposed to be in elementary?"

Raimon admin was like, "Oh no, hold on, let us check the system—hmm, no, according to our registrar, Matsukaze Tenma is a junior high student... ah, a first year! Did you receive the second-year emblem?"

(WHY DO THEY HAVE EMBLEMS??)

Aki: "... J— Junior High?"

Raimon: "Yes, Junior High. Is there an issue...?"

Aki: "Y-Yeah, I think you made a mistake— he’s not supposed to be in junior high yet—he’s like, 10??"

Raimon: "Huh. That’s odd. But it says here in the enrollment documents that he’s registered for JHS."

Aki: "...Ah. I see. I’ll, um. I’ll call you back."

Cue Aki calling Tenma’s parents.

The parents: 😧 The dad in particular: 😨 (He definitely got a long, loud earful from his wife after that. Deserved tbh.)

They arranged a meeting with Raimon’s school board (online, since Tenma’s parents weren’t in Inazuma at the moment), and apparently, they couldn’t undo the registration just like that—he was already listed as an official JHS student in the system.

Apparently, the only way to “fix” it was for the enrolling guardians (aka the parents) to come in physically and sign the needed paperwork and to the process. But they were overseas on business, and Aki, despite being his legal guardian and relative-sister hybrid, didn’t exactly have the legal authority to do it.

Um, welcome to Bureaucracy, I guess????

So that means they have no choice but to let Tenma continue his accidental JHS journey.

Throughout the whole drama, Tenma was just outside with Aoi and Sasuke playing soccer without a care in the world lmao😭 Aoi here is still in the same age as when she was in the series.

BIG SISTER AOI PROPAGANDA RISEEE!!!

Anyway when Aki finally explained the situation to Tenma with Aoi present, their reactions were perfectly in sync. Shocked pikachu faces!!!

Tenma's reaction was like going up and down on consecutive hills. He was shocked, then he was excited cuz "oh im finally a big kid now!" then anxious because "oh the subjects are going to be hard" then determined "i can do it, things will work out somehow!" then the dread, "oh my god, i'll be surrounded by big kids, they're going to eat me alive—" then relief, "oh it's okay aoi will be there with me!" then teror, "math. math is going to be hard. im going to fail, this is embarrassing."

Then excitement: "IM PLAYING SOCCER WITH THE BIG KIDS!!" then another dreadful terror: "im playing soccer with the big kids." which is, yes, normally would be exciting but the social pressure squashed him like a bug. Poor guy :')

Anyway, the series started. Dream stuff happens, I don't remember the events and stuff but apparently, it went well. I'm surprised Tenma didn't go to the hospital for the many scares he had (Fifth Sector, going against Tsurugi, raimon soccer club practically hating him or smth, Shindou's rough treatment with him at the exam(😭), the rough treatment from other teams, and so on and so forth.)

The dream ends there.

BUT, HERE'S MY ADDITIONAL TAKE ON IT MWAHAHAHAHA

No one knew except for Aoi and the school staff that Tenma is years younger than all of them.

When Tenma's birthday came (after the go season, idk bro, but before chrono stone), the soccer club and some people outside the team (like Taiyou for instance) were invited to a restaurant as a venue. It wasn't all that fancy, just somewhere in the middle. Tenma's parents rented a floor used for occasions from the restaurant for them. Both are present here, and they finally get to meet them!! Some greetings here and there—

(Tenma's mom: "Oh thank you for taking care of our dear Tenma! I hope he hasn’t caused too much trouble. The last time he did something like that was when he somehow set the water on fire."

Raimon: "...what😀"

Tenma: "I learned it from the guy down the street back in Okinawa!"

Tenma's dad: "He was a retired magician. Who soon committed arson."

Raimon: *insert unsettled tom meme face*)

��until they see the birthday balloons in the center of the wall.

Happy 11th Bithday Tenma!

Eleventh...

Eleventh...

Eleventh Birthday—

"YOU'RE ELEVEN???"

Tenma: "Oh, yeah! I didn't tell you guys? :0"

The pieces of the puzzle just suddenly clicked.

No wonder Tenma was on the shorter, tinier side. They had all silently chalked it up to maybe a touch of malnutrition (since he doesn’t eat too much—he gets stomach aches if he overdoes it), or just a genetics thing. After all, he seemed fine. Energetic, cheerful, did backflips during practice. Just small.

No wonder he spaced out during lectures sometimes—he literally skipped two years of foundational learning, which kind of explains why his handwriting is fighting for its life, but they kind of collectively agreed it was from his shaky hands. His handwriting had gotten better as months passed by, though.

No wonder he always blinked blankly when someone mentioned pop culture from more than three years ago, before enthusiastically asking what it was. But at the same time... he never acted immature enough for anyone to seriously question it.

But there really was no reason for them to think or come to the conclusion that Tenma might be younger. Sure, his level of social cues and knowledge seemed a bit low on the bar sometimes ("tenma, just because he offered you a sticker pack and led you to a van, doesn't mean there were stickers."), but his kindness, empathy, and emotional levels made up for it. He always knew when someone needed cheering up. He just didn’t always know why.

Not to mention, there were times when he sassed people.

And academically? His grades weren’t amazing, but they were passable. Passable enough that the team didn’t dig deeper and just figured, "Yeah, he’s a bit spacey, but he’s Tenma."

No wonder the teachers seemed to coo at him too! No wonder they'd sometimes give him candy, whether sneakily or not! Which kind of set a few alarm bells from some of them- but they just chalked it up to Tenma's natural charisma and adorable-ness.

Because he was a literal child. A baby!!!

It was like the laws of the universe crashed on them and, as if the stars aligned, they all thought one thing:

Fifth Sector had a beef with a 10-year-old.

[lateseptemberdawn]

insane how i made this acc for my ig page and like for literature and bookstagramming things and instead i'm doing...this. wtv this is T_T

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: just vinny being a menace lmao

happy monday!!! i had such a long day today so i can't wait to post this and work on editing the next chapter hehe :) also i had so much fun writing this and i think you can tell lmao

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“VIN!!! THERE’S SOMEONE ASLEEP ON YOUR COUCH!”

The sudden, panicked voice jolted you awake. You sat up too fast, blinking blearily against the morning light streaming through the windows.

Your heart pounded as you tried to make sense of what was happening, where you were and-

Who the hell was the guy standing over you, looking half-concerned and half-amused.

Before you could say anything, Vinny walked into the room, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, I know. I asked her to stay.”

"Oh..." he nodded, a smirk creeping up on his lips, "Another one of your groupies-"

“Shut the fuck up.” 

The guy looked between the two of you, brow furrowed. Still groggy, you rubbed your eyes and frowned up at him. 

“Who the hell are you?” You asked. 

He scoffed. 

“Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?!”

Before you could respond, Vinny sighed and shook his head. 

“Y/n, this is Emil, one of my best friends and my old roommate. Emil, y/n. And yes, before you ask, she’s that y/n.”

Something shifted in Emil’s expression. He nodded, and then realisation dawned on his face, his eyes widening.

“Oh. Oh.”

You didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered over to Vinny, like he was trying to gauge his reaction. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. 

“So, what, you guys are back together now?”

“No.” You and Vinny said at the same time.

“We’re friends.” Vin explained.

But Emil didn’t look convinced. 

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Vinny rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

“It was late, she crashed here last night, that’s it.”

Emil made a dramatic show of nodding. 

“Right, right. And she's just wearing your shirt because...? He smirked.

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Look, it was late, I didn't want to get an uber home at three in the morning, so when Vin offered I couldn't say no! I had no other clothes with me so I borrowed his shirt- and it's not like I slept in his bed, I'm on the fucking couch!”

Emil narrowed his eyes again.

“Didn’t think I’d see the day you let her crash here, Vin. Not after everything.” Vinny shot him a warning glance, but Emil only grinned, moving past you to grab a box from the corner of the room labelled 'Emil's: DO NOT TOUCH!!!'. “Hey, relax I'm just messing with you guys. I’m just here to pick up some stuff I left behind. Didn’t realise I’d be interrupting anything.”

Vinny ignored him, turning his attention back to you. 

“You want breakfast?”

You stretched, still shaking off sleep, and nodded. 

“Yeah. That actually sounds great.”

“Cool. I’ll make something after he leaves.” He said, crossing his arms as his eyes stayed fixed on Emil.

Emil tossed something else into his box before giving you a quick once-over. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you, y/n. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” He smirked. 

“See you, Emil.” Vinny muttered.

Emil gave a lazy salute before heading for the door. 

“See you around, dude”

Once the house was quiet again, Vinny turned to you with a sigh, before raising an eyebrow. 

“So, breakfast?”

You grinned. 

“Yeah. What were you thinking?”

“Uh… I can make pancakes?”

“Do you know how to make pancakes?” You gave him a skeptical look. 

“Of course, everyone does!” Vinny scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“Uh-huh.” You smirked. “When was the last time you successfully made pancakes?”

He hesitated. 

“…Define ‘successfully.’”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you got up from the couch.

“You know what? I’m willing to risk it.” You smiled, following him out to the kitchen.

“Prepare to be wowed!”

You chuckled to yourself, leaning with your back against the counter.

“Is it weird living here by yourself now?” You asked, noticing how big the house felt for just one guy. 

“A little,” he confessed, raiding his cupboards for ingredients, “I don’t really notice it though. When I would be home Emil would usually be on tour with other bands, and when he was home I was usually touring.” 

You nodded your head, although you were listening to him, you were paying more attention to what ingredients he was getting, and what he wasn’t. As he approached the fridge, getting the milk out, he noticed the look in your eyes. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked, trying to hide the smile creeping up on his lips. 

“Where are the eggs?” 

“Well,” Vin quickly reached back into the fridge, “I was just getting them!” 

You smirked as Vinny held up the carton of eggs like he’d meant to grab them all along. 

“Uh-huh,” you teased. “And what about the flour?”

“Flour…”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“Yeah, you know, kind of an important ingredient for pancakes., Vin”

Vinny turned back to the cupboards, muttering something under his breath as he rummaged through them. 

“I have flour… somewhere.”

You crossed your arms, watching him struggle. 

“Are you sure about that?”

“Okay, maybe I don’t,” he admitted, spinning around to face you. “But in my defence, I haven’t made pancakes since…” He paused, squinting as he tried to remember. “…Maybe ever?”

You let out a dramatic sigh, walking past him, taking over the ingredients hunt. Sure enough, tucked in the back of the cupboard behind stacks of pop tarts, was a bag of flour. 

“Found it!” You held it up triumphantly.

Vinny scoffed, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. 

“Alright, so what do we do now?"

You pointed at the mixing bowl. 

“Crack two eggs in there, and please don’t get shells in it.”

Vinny cracked the first egg easily, but the second one cracked awkwardly, sending a tiny piece of shell into the bowl.

“Vin-"

“…That didn't happen!"

You rolled your eyes, fishing the shell out before instructing him to measure the milk.

Vinny grabbed the measuring cup and poured with intense concentration. But the moment he looked away to say something to you, a little more milk splashed over the edge.

“Vinny!”

“It’s fine!” He defended. 

You wiped the spill with a sigh. 

“You’re a menace.”

He beamed. 

“Thank you.”

As you mixed the batter, Vinny dipped a finger in and tasted it. His face scrunched up immediately. 

“Ugh. This tastes terrible.”

You swatted at his hand. 

“That’s because it’s not cooked, you idiot.”

“I thought pancakes are supposed to be sweet, though. Should we add sugar?”

...You had forgotten about sugar.

“Not a bad idea, actually.”

“See? I do know what I'm doing.” Vinny grinned.

“You got eggshell in it, and added too much milk.”

He shrugged.

“Hey, Chef Gordon has probably done the same!”

"Maybe, but Gordon Ramsey wouldn't have eaten the raw batter."

Shaking your head with a laugh, you handed him a whisk. 

“Alright, mix it properly while I find the pan.”

As you turned on the stove, Vinny stirred the batter- exaggerating his movements as he aggressively mixed the ingredients together.

Once it was ready, you poured the first pancake into the pan, smiling contently as you watched the batter spread into a perfect circle. Vinny leaned in, inspecting it. 

“How do we know when to flip it?”

“The little bubbles will form on top.”

Vinny nodded seriously, watching intently. The moment the first few bubbles appeared, he grabbed the spatula from your hand.

“Wait-”

Before you could stop him, he launched the pancake into the air.

“VIN!”

The pancake smacked against the ceiling and clung there for a second before flopping onto the floor with a sad little splat.

You both stared at it.

“…I meant to do that, actually.” He said.

You burst out laughing. 

“No, you did not.”

Vinny tried to fight his own laughter. 

“I thought that was how everyone flips pancakes!”

“Nobody is launching pancakes into orbit, Vin!”

"Who made you the pancake expert?" He grinned, only to be met by a stern look as you crossed your arms. “Okay, okay, maybe I should leave the flipping to you.”

You sighed, handing him a paper towel. 

“Clean that up, please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

By the time you got through the rest of the batter, you managed to salvage a small stack of decent-looking pancakes, though Vinny had insisted on naming the floor pancake “Gordon” before giving it a proper trashcan burial.

As you both sat in the kitchen at the island, plates stacked with pancakes and syrup, Vinny grinned at you.

“You have to admit,” he said, cutting into his pancake, “That was pretty fun.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. 

“Sure, I’ll give you that.”

He pointed his fork at you. 

“See? We work great as a team.”

You shook your head, taking a bite of your pancake. It was actually pretty good. The chaos was worth it.

It made you think how maybe, just maybe, things really could be simple between you again.

Maybe you could just be friends.

After eating, Vin stacked the dishes up by the sink. You followed him, leaning against the counter.

“Maybe I should leave soon,” you say, “I need to brush my teeth.” 

“I have spare toothbrushes,” Vin said, before realising what he had just said, and the meaning behind it. He didn't want you to leave just yet, he wanted you to stay, “But… Yeah you’re right. I can drive you back if you want?”

“I’d like that.” You smiled, “I’ll go and get my things.” 

As you headed back toward the living room, Vinny trailed behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets. There was a certain shift in the air now, it was quieter, even a little heavier. Everything that happened this morning, the laughter, the way it had all felt so normal, so easy… It made leaving harder than either of you wanted to admit.

You slipped your shoes on, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. 

“Thanks for breakfast.” You smiled, trying to keep your tone light.

Vinny gave you a small smile back. 

“Yeah, of course, thanks for helping. Next time, I’ll even flip the pancakes correctly.”

Next time?

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I won’t hold my breath.”

As you both approached the door, there was a pause, and it stretched just a little too long. The both of you felt like you had more to say, but no words were coming out.

You felt like you should move, step outside, end this moment before it became something harder to walk away from. But neither of you moved.

Then, before you could overthink it, you reached out and lightly tugged at the sleeve of his hoodie. Just for a second. Just enough to say something without saying it.

Vinny looked down at where your fingers had been, then back at you. His expression softened, but there was now something almost guarded in his eyes. Like he was fighting against something, something he wasn’t ready to let slip.

He took a small step back, grabbing his keys from the side.

“Alright, c'mon, let’s get you home.”

And just like that, the moment passed.

You swallowed the strange, bittersweet feeling creeping into your chest and nodded, following him out to the car.

Maybe leaving felt a little harder than it should. Maybe part of you wished he had just handed you a spare toothbrush and told you to stay. But this was enough for now.

Given your last few encounters, you'd say this morning couldn’t have gone any better. 

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Vinny kept one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly. You noticed how he tapped out a rhythm, probably some song that probably lived rent-free in his head, but you didn’t ask which one.

“So…” Vin finally spoke, glancing at you. “Did you sleep okay? Aside from, y’know, Emil waking you up.”

You laughed softly. 

“Yeah. Your couch is surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good to know, it should be for the price of it.” He smirked, eyes back on the road.

Another pause. You shifted slightly in your seat, watching the buildings blur past outside.

Vinny sighed, tilting his head slightly toward you.

“Hey… I actually had a lot of fun this morning.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the softness in his voice.

“I mean, it was nice,” he added quickly, like he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Just… y’know. Hanging out. Like before... I've missed this.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Yeah, I agree.” You smiled softly, "I've missed this too."

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached forward and turned up the volume on the radio. A familiar song hummed through the speakers, one you both knew, and Vinny gave you a smirk before singing along like he had done many times before.

“I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow, I want more”

Your heart clenched at the lyrics, it was a song you had sung together before, why did it feel different now? More meaningful?

“I don’t mind spending everyday 

Out on your corner in the pouring rain”

“I love this song,” Vin said, “The whole album is just… Amazing.”

“I know,” you chuckled, “You’ve told me that about a million times.” 

Vin ignored your comment, continuing to sing along.

“And she will be loved

And she will be loved”

The rest of the drive was quieter, other than Vin’s occasional burst into song, but the silence felt different this time. It felt comfortable.

When he pulled up outside your apartment building, he put the car in park but didn’t unlock the doors right away. His hands stayed on the wheel, fingers flexing like he wanted to say something else.

You hesitated too, wanting to reach for the door handle but something was stopping you.

The air insid the car felt heavier now, like you both had something to say, but the words just weren't coming. You could feel his eyes on you, even though you kept yours fixed on the dashboard.

Vin exhaled, turning slowly to face you before finally breaking the silence. 

“Y/n… Are we really just friends?”

Your breath caught.

You swallowed, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. There was something unreadable in his expression, something hesitant, like he wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear your answer.

You wanted to say yes. Wanted to say it was easy, simple, that you could both move forward without looking back. But was that really the truth if the words wouldn’t come.

So instead, you let out a quiet, shaky laugh. 

“That is what we agreed on, right?”

His jaw tensed. He glanced away, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“Yeah. You're right.”

Neither of you moved.

The silence stretched between you, filled with the hum of the engine and the faint hum of a song playing on the radio. You recognised it instantly.

It was another one of those songs you used to sing all the time together, back when things were simpler.

Back when he looked at you like he still believed in you.

Back when you didn’t have to question if you’d already lost him.

You opened your mouth, thinking, or hoping he’d stop you. Say something. Do something.

But he just let out another breath, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“I’ll see you around, yeah?”

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Your fingers tightened around the door handle before you nodded. 

“Yeah… When do you get back from the tour?”

“Well we leave on Tuesday, I’ll be gone for about a week.” He smiled softly. He hesitated for a moment, before continuing, “I was wondering, if it’s not too much to ask, could you come over and check on the house whilst I’m gone?”

“Of course.” You nodded, “Isn’t Emil around?”

“No, he’s coming with us. Thanks, I’ll uh… text you when I get back.” 

“Okay… Thanks again, Vin.” 

This time, you actually got out. You heard him shift gears, but he didn’t drive off right away. Not until you were inside.

And even then, you stood by the door, watching him disappear down the street.

It was just breakfast. Just a ride home. Just a normal morning.

So why did it feel like so much more?

He didn’t want more though, or so you thought. Even if you were just to stay as this, as friends, that would be enough for you. 

------------------------@collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy

[mijeel]

I found this in my gallery and it seems like I never really get to post this? It's a messy ref sheet for now bc I'm too lazy hehe~ I'll try to doddle some later.

Oh yeah I made a poll about him what vibes does he give off? (on TikTok poll) and people opted for him being a top~ But I'd like to see what tumblr peeps thought~

Edit: Actually, I am thinking of changing his aesthetic/design to whale-ish because I think Blade is giving shark vibes (Maybe bc of his sharp and pointy teeth—)

[madbalalaika]

Your pirates of the Caribbean fanart is so beautiful! Please, please share tips for how to do that beautiful painting technique you used! <3

Hi, anon! Thank you so much, both for the compliment, and for the question💗✨

Edit: I've reached the 30 pics per post limit and will have to make a part 2, oopsie daisies. But I'm sure it won't be as long as this :"D

In terms of technique, I guess it depends which part exactly you're talking about, because most of it is just oil painting+pencil drawing made digital, where I sort of block my colours first, then blend as I see fit (or in some parts don't blend at all, which is what some classical painters do; it's really just habits and preferences from years of experience) and add details using a pencil brush.

If you're interested, stay tuned as I try and give some tips while showing my whole process using this lovely photo of Commodore as an example:

Part 1. The basics

I usually only use these 2 brushes, just because I like them a lot, rarely more than that; and I've changed the settings on the second one so it rotates in the direction of a stroke instead of being at a fixed angle.

SO, firstly I just make a sketch of course, then make a very rough base colour layer underneath it, not too dark, not too light, and fill in the background with a solid colour.

(don't be fooled, I don't actually name my layers cause I'm way too lazy for that)

Since we're talking about digital painting here, my biggest tip would be to make a habit of picking the right colours manually, like you would an for an actual oil painting, instead of using the eyedropper tool on the source. Colour matching is an insanely useful skill, it's like relative pitch in music, or an accurate eye in architecture; while it's not absolutely necessary to have it, you'll want it if you want less burden on your brain and more freedom of expression. "Learn the rules to learn to break them" kind of thing (and you'll be able to match the colours to the picture in your head as well, how cool is that? Hehe) I've done this so much that at this point I just do it for the hell of it. It's very fun :D And, as you might've guessed, I do it for the entirety of the process, with some rare exceptions. While I used to do so in the past, I don't like to use blending modes (eg. soft light, overlay, multiply, etc.) for shading anymore. I find it takes all the excitement out of the whole process for the sake of cheap dopamine, and it used to hinder my skill development because I wasn't learning to "speak the language" of art, I just "used google translate", so to speak.

Anyways... A sketch, then a rough midtone colour layer underneath + background:

Another great tip: I learned it from a video on good costume design in fantasy, which is so unrelated to painting that you're probably like "wha- what..?", BUT... the tip was "the costumes don't have to be historically accurate, they just have to make sense in the story". Your colours don't have to match your reference perfectly, they just have to make sense inside the painting, and that's what will make your art feel alive (along with other things ofc).

Next I create another layer on top of all that and get to actually paint, and this is where the blocking part comes in.

There is a really good video on this subject if you want to learn this kind of technique, and an Instagram page of a different artist that I've been immensely admiring for some time now. Although now that I think about it, neither of them use midtones as a base... Anyway,

I start with the darkest shadows, moving on towards lighter ones, noting some places where the they reflect more blueish/grayish tones of his uniform on his neck and jawline, and where they reflect the reddish environment on his nose, temple, cheek, ear, and neck.

Another great artist to help improve lighting skills.

I frequently make new layers on top of everything as I go, just so that I have some room for error and can delete them later if I'm not satisfied, and then merge them down if I am, because I hate being indecisive with too many changes, and having unnecessary clutter.

Sometimes if I don't like how a certain colour looks on the painting, I undo the stroke (or paint on top, if it's too late to undo) and just tweak it on the wheel until it looks right to my eye and move on. Eg. on the next screenshot, I didn't like how that blue from the sketch looked one the screenshot before, so I adjusted it a little with Hue/Saturation.

I also like to slightly exaggerate the palette so that it looks a bit more interesting:

The last thing I usually do is light, with tiny highlights being the absolute last, because both are very easy to overdo. I manually pick the colour from the colour wheel, make a few strokes where it's supposed to be the brightest, and then use eyedropper tool to sample different spots from the freshly-painted areas to make it easier to blend.

Now while that colour might look pretty light, it isn't light at all. To be fair, the difference between light and shadow isn't even that big sometimes. I used to overshoot with either of them in the past, picking either too light or too dark, and was frustrated and baffled why my painting was looking as shit as it was.

So I guess another tip: for lights, pick the colour much closer to your midtone than you think you need, and then adjust accordingly. The reason being: your eyes and brain are partners in crime and are constantly lying to you.

The (I guess second) base is done, and at this point, it's just a matter of staring at his face for 2, or however long, hours and adding more and more strokes, sampling different spots between them, until I like how it looks.

Sometimes, if I realize that either the proportions are a bit off or some lines don't look the way they're supposed to, I use some Photoshop tools to my advantage. I merge everything together (cause at this point I really don't plan on changing the sketch itself or the background), and use Liquify to move things around. So now it's a one-layer painting, just like the real deal lol

And then I continue doing the same thing I'd done before with all the other parts.

Liquify on his face:

I only lightly paint over most sketch lines because I'm really not that concerned about some of them peeking out, especially at this stage, nor am I very pedantic.

Don't forget about subsurface scattering in areas where light meets shadow, of course:

If I see a place like this where I need a smooth gradient but don't feel like actually doing it cause it'll ruin the ~vibe~, and really, I just wanna add more a bit more pizzazz, I just take the pencil brush and hatch over it instead, alternating the darker and the lighter tones.

The caravat:

A lot of the time professional artists will advise you to look for simple shapes in things - squares, circles, triangles, rhombuses, etc. I'm no exception. Simple shapes will let you see patterns and some sort of order. It's easier to understand complex shapes that way, whether it be fabric, faces/bodies, or inanimate objects.

As you can see here, my brain mostly likes to look for triangles, or half-circles. It just feels right 👌

The wig:

I learned to use translucency, with hair and light fabrics fading into background, from watching and doing watercolour. Here's one of my all-time favourite watercolour artists that does that sometimes, and it looks absolutely stunning: 미술부화실 misulbu

The waistcoat and the jacket:

The hat:

Another thing to point out, if you haven't noticed already, I really like my stokes straight unlike myself, with exceptions, of course. It's another habit I picked up from watching other people draw, as well as my years of studying art professionally. Teachers taught me to use straight criss-crossing hatches to indicate form, instead of curved ones (there was a really cool tiktok showing that kind of technique, but I can't find it :(). Not that I follow their advice in its intended way majority of the time lololol but um... yeah...

So anyway, this is the end of part 1, I'll try to finish the second part tomorrow. It will be about smaller details, texture, and an tiiiny bit of 🔥grime🔥

[bladeofthenighthunters]

Wednesday, June 5th 2025

Hi, I am doing a daily blog as a 25 yr old guy with too much free time on his hands lol. I was (and still am) sitting at my little desk job just wasting away wondering how I can somehow make a digital footprint that is worthwhile and hopefully makes someone's day :). Kinda weird to start it in the middle of the week tho lol.

Idk I get these ups and downs of creativity which i've usually missed on. Like when I was in highschool I would have a huge urge to do something creative, whether that be draw, content creation, etc but I was also too lazy or I would procrastinate until the feeling went away. As you could probably tell, I was the glowing definition of regular. I want to change that. These feelings of creativity has led me to start drawing, reading, plotting etc. Maybe in the future when I get more comfortable with blogging and uploading daily I will show my progress in drawing (I do warn any artists, I am horrendous at drawing). All of the family creativity fell onto my brother, more on him in another story. But I have started to learn how to draw, i'm starting on hands and anatomy just because I am stubborn and my Fiance, who is leagues better at drawing then me, sucks at drawing hands so I want to have that one up on her hehe.

Speaking of my Fiance, she recently started making content for Youtube! She's been wanting to start content creation since she was younger but now that I've been pushing her to follow her dreams, she has really put the peddle to the metal. I lent her my (no so great) editing skills so she can primarily focus on pumping out content and not having to worry about the editing process. Her debut should be next week :). Also as i'm currently writing this, I keep seeing my name in the top of the screen and kinda cringing at the name lol! I'm a huge game nerd and one of my favorite series is the souls games.

As for my goal for this blog, idk I just want a creative outlet that is not drawing or editing. I want to get my thoughts out into the void that is the internet and see if something sticks, will I make something of it? Probably not. Do I plan on monetizing anything? Again, no. I guess my goal is to maybe make someone go like "Ah thats so relatable!" Grow a community I suppose? its tempting but also I am such an introvert, I don't have many friends besides my Fiance. I have a small group of IRL friends and online friends but that's about it. I find it very draining to grow a community, or even be a part of one, but the idea is fun. Who knows, it is just day 1 after all :D. I also don't plan on just posting once a day, who knows maybe I'll post 2, 3 or 5 times a day depending on how much I like blogging or if I just have some stuff to get off my chest/mind.

Maybe this is a good stopping point? I still am at work lol and it's almost lunch time! Hopefully whoever reads this has a good day and they stay safe and healthy, the current state of the world is rough and scary, but being a part of a safe community makes everything better.

Bye!***

[papermint-airplane]

💟 Stardew Valley Character Creator 💟

I was tagged by @silwermoon-sims and then I promptly lost the notif but now I've found it so I'm doing it.

I made me! I like it when makers have the option for me to put my lil lip mole in there.

And then I started feeling a little...green.

I may have edited this just a tiny lil bit, just an itty bitty smidge. 🤏

I tag...hmm...I don't know who hasn't done it yet so let's just throw some names out. Feel free to ignore if you've already done it or don't want to. @happy-lemon, @id-element0, @hazely-sims, @theosconfessions, @stargazer-sims, @sparkiekong, @simsreaper, @anamoon63, @faeriefrolic, @nikatyler, @rollo-rolls, @zosa95, @elvgreen, @sim-songs

And while we're catching up on mentions, @silwermoon-sims got me again (hehe) for this picrew and sort of technically so did @theosconfessions because "everybody" includes me too. 😌

Not as much flexibility with this Picrew so I can't make Aiden but just know those stars are there in his honor. 👽⭐🛸

All the same tags apply bc I'm lazy.

Sorry if somebody has tagged me in something and I missed it. Tumbr really needs a way to mark certain notes as unread so the notification stays and you can come back to it later. Sifting through my mentions is a pain because I'm a Simblr nuisance who likes to reply to posts all the time. 😼

[emiliasilverova]

[FIC] Achillean Delights

So. I didn't post anything here for the last two days, trying so hard to finish this fic... and just as I'm ready to post, AO3 is DDoSed by greedy arseholes who like neither smut nor LGBTQ+ content.

How ironic.

Ain't nobody stop me from posting shameless LGBTQ+ smut, and you from being able to read it. I did create a Dreamwidth (that I'll likely use to backup my AO3) but I'm too lazy to set it up for now... therefore, see you under the cut for the fic in question (both for length and spice 🌶️).

Before anything, my memory is good enough to remember exactly how I tagged this fic, so there you go:

Title: Achillean Delights Chapters: 1/1  Fandom: GoldenEye (1995), James Bond - All Media Types  Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: James Bond/Alec Trevelyan  Characters: James Bond, Alec Trevelyan  Additional Tags: One Shot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Banter, Oral Sex, First Time Blowjobs, Edging, Power Play, Boys Being Boys, Decadence, Developing Relationship, James Bond Is Good At Sex, Shameless James Bond, Alec Is A Spoiled Brat, They Shared Everything, MI6 Cafe 007 Fest 2023, Community: MI6 Cafe | mi6_cafe  Word Count: 1529 Summary:

Alec spends a lovely, lively time in James's expert hands—not to mention, expert mouth.

As always do give some love to @samanthahirr for the lovely beta ♥️ Some edits she made here are especially *chef kiss*

And now, do enjoy the fic, hehe.

***

Is Alec the victor or the vanquished in this moment? Hell if he knows. All he feels is the supreme pleasure shrouding him whole—sending warm waves through his body, robbing him of any articulate thought.

He’s splayed on a velvety armchair, one of his favourites among the many antiques he owns. All he wears is a wide open shirt; the way it exposes his chest paints an even more indecent picture than if he were naked from head to toe. His bare legs are parted wide; one of his hands curls into short, thick dark hair. Wet sounds and heavy breathing fill the air, their obscenity a heady aphrodisiac.

This is the most exceptional blowjob Alec has ever received, no question about it. He could stay like this forever—head empty, cock surrounded by warm, luscious lips. Very talented lips, of course; Alec wouldn't settle for any less. Or would he? On second thought, skill alone has never made him quite so intoxicated. Perhaps, then, the defining factor isn’t what, but rather whom he’s surrendering himself to.

Case in point, James Bond.

The sight is mesmerising, almost surreal to Alec. James bobbing his head up and down, catching some air and getting right back to work… all with genuine, communicative enthusiasm. James, of all people. The friend, the rival Alec has known for more years than he’d care to count. The man he thought he’d never fuck outside of his most outrageous fantasies, here in the flesh.

Not so long ago, Alec would’ve refused to believe that James could get on his knees of his own accord—let alone with such absolute confidence. Yet there he is, giving a bravura performance as if it were nothing. 

Warmth, wetness, pressure… they're all applied to perfection. Alec can't help but dip his head back and close his eyes, clawing at his own chest to suppress a moan. What little control he has over James or himself quickly dissolves as he drifts off into sweet abandon. Right where he wants to be; dangerously exposed, but in the safest of hands. 

Without warning, James marks a pause in his ministrations. Alec springs back to alertness, but his muscles aren't as quick to engage. All he can do is watch as his long cock drops from James’s mouth. It feels heavy as it rests in the unbearable cold, a deeper shade of red than just a minute ago. 

“What’s so funny?” Alec breathes, catching the hint of derision in James’s oh-so-tantalising grey eyes.

James stands up and takes hold of the shaft’s upper half. When he gives it a gentle squeeze, a glistening bead of precome appears at the tip. “I never figured you were so messy.”

Too languid to fight back, Alec squints. “Good thing you’re here to clean the mess, then, isn't it?”

“Is that all I'm here for?” 

Now James strokes with just his fingertips—too softly to give Alec what he wants, but enough to keep him hard and aching for more. An unacceptable ordeal. Alec’s first instinct is to thrust his hips upwards for more stimulation… but James removes his hand at once. The bastard.

“Your mouth, James,” Alec hisses.

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Oh, spare me the aphorisms, damn you.”

Alec lunges to pull James’s hair. Less of a dirty move than leaving him high and dry, in his mind. James catches his wrist before he can succeed and drives him back into his seat. Then James bends, inching his face closer and closer. Alec could use his free hand to force it down, but decides to hold James’s cheek instead. Their lips touch; soon enough, they lock into a passionate kiss.

Tasting himself on James’s tongue isn't as intimidating as Alec expected. In fact, it dissipates the last inhibitions he was clinging to. He shifts and captures James’s lower lip, resolute to take the lead. James lets him have his way, but still provides a little resistance to spur on Alec's ardour. The battle ends when they both run out of breath, bringing them to a brief standstill. 

“James…” 

Alec’s whisper is very much a plea at this point. In response, James cups Alec’s face and gazes into his eyes. James’s hands are warm and soothing, his smile tender—although somewhat inscrutable. What’s on his mind exactly? The relish of having Alec at his total mercy? Knowing his insufferable ego, that’s got to be it.

Feigning to go for another kiss, Alec moves his head forward… and bites the lip offered to him. Not so hard as to draw blood, but still making James recoil in surprise.

“Rude, positively rude,” James says, his tone half-disapproving, half-amused as he brings his fingers to his mouth.

It’s Alec’s turn to grin now, full of mischievous defiance. “Keep me waiting any longer, and I’ll be just as rude as you deserve.”

James snorts. The mischief proves contagious; even as he finally kneels down again, he can’t be bothered to hurry up. He doesn’t return to what’s expected of him, either. Alec moves to prod him along, but is caught short by the latest weapon from James’s arsenal—kisses to the inside of his thigh. 

The novel sensation gets the better of Alec, who slumps back into his seat. James jumps at the opportunity for petty revenge and sinks his teeth right into the delicate skin. The infuriating man knows exactly what he’s doing, applying just the right amount of bite to set his victim’s blood ablaze. 

Without realising, Alec caresses himself again. As his other thigh is given equal attention, his wandering hand finds his own erect nipple. He flicks it greedily, his delight too strong for the remnants of his self-consciousness to put up a fight. 

James’s lips on his balls send a jolt through Alec’s body. His toes curl, his hands no longer know where to go; back to his chest, onto the armrests, or into the shiny, crow-black hair—James’s greatest vanity. James licks and lightly pulls, and Alec submits. The all-consuming pleasure almost sends him over the edge, but he manages to hold back. There is no way he’ll let himself be robbed of his climax in James’s mouth, however deep under James’s spell he may get.

When it becomes clear that James’s next target is his swollen tip, Alec’s heart pounds. The moment he’s been yearning for is imminent… or would be, if James would stop teasing him for once in his godforsaken life. Instead, James laps up the slow, thin trickle at the slit, pushing Alec to feverish levels of anticipation. 

“James, for fuck’s sake—”

At last, the wet heat of James’s mouth engulfs his pin-straight cock. Alec lets out a long, uncontrolled moan as intense relief washes over him. He should be livid at how James made him beg for it a second time, but he doesn’t care anymore. This is what he wants, and James is giving it to him… anything else is irrelevant.

The fuse already burns bright within him, lit up by the fast, thorough suction up and down his length. Fingers roll his balls, while others form a tight ring around the base of his shaft, friction eased by a generous coating of precome and saliva. Alec squirms in his armchair, his breath ragged. He tries to keep up with such fervent worship as long as he can, but he knows the inevitable is upon him. 

When Alec sits up and starts pushing down on his head, James doesn’t flinch. Good boy. He keeps sucking in earnest, relentless and undaunted. As the irresistible pressure builds up, Alec’s muscles contract. This is both too much and not enough. He groans and mumbles incoherently—euphoric from being at the centre of the universe, light-headed from being so close. So very close…

Alec cries out, swept away by the force of his orgasm. James firmly holds onto his shaking thighs, but doesn’t remove his mouth as Alec fills it with warm come. Alec’s cock keeps pulsing for a few seconds, as long as it takes to release so many years’ worth of longing. There is nothing left on his mind during this incredible high… save for complete, unadulterated satisfaction.

James lets go, and Alec collapses, panting. Numbing weakness takes hold of him as he basks in the afterglow. After some time, he manages to half-open his eyes again—only to be greeted by the most handsome sight he’s ever witnessed. James looking at him with a sly smile, his sun-kissed skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat, dishevelled and untidy. Alec wants to kiss him hard, to mark him as his conquest… but that would have to wait until he can move again. For now, all he can do is smile back.

In response, James bends over him again. Alec expects a kiss, but he couldn’t be more wrong. James takes his softening cock as deep as he can, puckers his lips tight and slides off in one expert motion. He gives a few more licks to leave Alec impeccably clean, and swallows.

Alec cannot believe his eyes. “Good lord, James.”

James chuckles, shameless. Then, in his most suave tone, he answers, “I aim to please.”

[thetechypurpletwin]

★EVERYTHING TO KNOW ABOUT US!!★

WELCOME TO MY BLOG extremely nice to meet you!

I am an alter in a system, so everything I post here will be mostly based on source memories but improv/fictional/rp stuff might be involved :D

ASK BOX IS OPEN!!! SEND US ASKS PLEASE WE LOVE THEM

I decided to make this blog because I wanted my own place separate from our host account to just do my own little thing. Decided to organize some stuff just in case with tags:

ALTERS:

While I may be the sole owner of this blog, there are three other alters who are in our system as well, Mikey, Leo and Raph! They're too lazy to make a blog for themselves. There are other alters as well and you may see them from time to time but this is mostly turtle blog.

I am still the “main owner” of this blog though so let’s start with me!

#donnie txt: all posts that feature me, Donnie, speaking

Donnie Info: any pronouns, bisexual/demiromantic

A tech genius who spends way too much time online and needs reminders on stuff like eating and sleeping. Favorite game is ace attorney but keeps on forgetting to play it

Nicknames: Cosmos, Don, DonTron

#mikey txt: all posts that feature lil bro Mikey speaking (<3)

Mikey Info: he/she, pansexual

Artist who is a shining light in this world. May or may not be slightly unhinged. Favorite game is Splatoon.

(author note: wtf I can hear him giggling im scared)

Nicknames: micheal, angelo, annoying little shit /j

#leo txt: all posts that feature my twin Leo speaking (unfortunately :p /j)

Leo Info: @theprettybluetwin he/they, gay (hehe that rhymes)

the man, the myth, the legend and is also bald. wears a bow with long tails cause he’s just that cool

nicknames: fizzy, nardo, leon, neonleon

(Donnie note: Leo’s a bit of a gacha addict so ask him about project seki or Honkai star rail or CRK they’ll be happy to answer)

#raph txt: all posts that feature our biggest brother Raphie :D speaking Raph Info: he/she/any, demiromantic animal lover and plays stardew valley in her free time

I’m finally here so I can put my own description: hi i’m raph and i like cute things like my melody :) i love wearing bows and obviously my fav color is red :D I don’t front as much as the others but i’m still here watchin

OTHER TAGS:

#donnie ramblings: where I infodump/ramble about random things I'm interested in

#donnie art: whenever I feel like posting my art, it will be here! might also double as "selfie time" so I can draw what I look like compared to my source

#ask a donnie: all posts that are me answering asks/asking for asks (lol) you can ask about our system, my favorite stuff, even ask for story prompts i love story prompts

#mikey art: mikey’s art, I forgot to make her an art tag

#ask a mikey: asks answered by mikey!

#leo ramblings: he’s up and awake and ready to talk your head off about a character they like. Brace yourself (aka Leo shitpost corner)

#ask a leo: asks answered by leo!

#leo gaymes: im gaming gamer boi gayming

#ask a raph: asks answered by raph!

#raph corner: raph’s corner where she talks about cute things and games

#arc: crystallized: :) (TBD)

And more to be determined(?)!

BOUNDARIES:

★We are all under the age of 18, including the body! So please don't send asks or posts asking to date us, even if you are the "same age". Compliments like "you are so pretty/handsome" are welcomed though!

★NO NSFW/T//EST

★No venting in ask boxes please! I don't mind giving comfort to my close friends but if I don't know you its extremely uncomfortable :c

★ Please refrain from talking about the kraang as much as possible. We’re willing to answer some questions but the memories we have are painful :)

★please don’t ask me about usagi. he seems like a pretty cool dude but I’ve never known him. that also goes for any other characters that get shipped with my brothers, none of us remember dating anyone

If we want to add any boundaries in the future, I will do my best to edit this post!

And yes, I was inspired by other rottmnt ask blogs but I do not wish to copy off of them! Like I said, we just want to be able to interact through the world feeling like ourselves, and if you say our personalities are fake or copied it will make us feel sad :c

[goddevouringserpent]

tagged by @dujour13, thank you!!! these are always a lot of fun hehe

Last song: death follows by she who mauls, found through my Release Radar playlist. was not even aware of this artist until now but I'll be keeping an eye out for any other songs she releases

Currently watching: nothing! in-between shows—we're pondering whether to start Severance, Scavenger's Reign or maaaaybe Voyager

Three ships: UHH okay I'm gonna cheat and pull from the ones I have works in progress for lol. let's sayyyy... Kaija/Woljif, Nelvari/Julan, Yunia/Ranni (yes I've already mentioned them in a past tag game but time is fake and yuri is forever). I'll probably think of like 50 more right after I post this but fuck it we ball

Favourite colour: ourple 💜

Currently reading: been having a very hectic time, so unfortunately I haven't really been able to read anything not work-related... still trying to finish Buddha's Little Finger and Tesis sobre una domesticación—both of which I am thoroughly enjoying, so trust me, it's not for lack of wanting that I haven't made much progress. also, technically, the books I am editing for work

Currently consuming: as in eating/drinking? nothing too exciting, I'm afraid, just sipping on water cause I've gotta stay hydrated 😌 but I will say the last thing I ate (dessert) was grapes & some salt and caramel flavoured chocolate. which is really really really good

First ship: UUUUUUH. I might be wrong, but I think it was Lyra/Will, from His Dark Materials? it's the earliest ship I can remember, anyway

Place of birth: real ones know Argentina. no further details given :3

Current location: my bedroom

Relationship status: romantically? single

Last movie: uuuhhhhh it's been so long since I watched a movie, I legitimately cannot remember... come to think of it, I think it might've been Argentina, 1985, back when it first came out?? so uhh. two years ago give or take😭

Currently working on: work + like ten drawings at once + character page + RP stuff + lots of OC stuff honestly. I'm feeling the urge to write fic but I'm not sure what about yet, we'll see 🤔

open-tagging because I'm too lazy to actually tag people, lol. feel free to just yoink this or mention me/say I tagged you~!

[notbooper]

Hehe here's some ramblings ab my weird Groundhog Day Price au thing :) this is kinda me laying out a timeline of everything and whatever else comes to mind

Heads up: I don't think I'll ever turn this into one long cohesive fic, it'll probably just be little ficlets and then long ramble-y bits like this

Read my first post regarding this au or else you'll be lost bc I explain a lot of things from my intro that I don't exactly plan to put into in depth writing.

Intro

Cw: I love Price so much so I put him through hell <3, temporary character death, depictioms of death n violence and bodily harm, non canon timeline bc oops and fuck canon (just a bit), this is not written like a fic like the first part, so it's just me rambling, also formatting is terrible ik I'm so sorry I just needed to get this out of my system, Ghoap content

Not edited bc lazy

So uh timeline is funky bc I forgor ab canon and consistency and also despite the fact I've played both 2019 and mw2 multiple times I'm still dumb. N e way:

I assume that the boys aren't familiar with each other at the beginning of mw2 but price knows all of them bc he hand picked them. I assume that they haven't worked w each other b4 those events but we're throwing that out the window here bc I forgot :)

So they had one very brief mission together before the events of mw2, the one described in my little intro blurb, nothing too serious or long, not enough time for team bonding, simply something I made up for expository ab the whole Groundhog Day thing.

Also ok explaining background Ghoap w my fucky timeline bc I totally forgor I wrote some implied Ghoap:

I dug my own grave by saying I wanted to set my blurb b4 mw2 and make that mission quick and they don't even get any time to like bond properly, but we can make this work ok? Ok. I don’t see Ghost as a self sacrificing person despite the fact that he's military and it kinda comes w the job and his status as definitely dead and shit and just his kinda general disposition. I can see it if he's v close w someone but otherwise it usually isn't "practical" bc of how useful he knows he is. In this scenario though ima say that Ghost had been heavily injured in the heli wreck and knew that he wasn’t gonna get too far. Once the heli crashed, he had been the closest to Gaz and had tried to pull him out, for the sole purpose of during the time before he could tell how fond Prive was of him, and because Ghost cares deeply for Price he made an effort to rescue Gaz, that doesn't work obviously and he ends up terribly injured. Later on, once they start taking heavy fire and closer to his death Ghost realizes that he's not going to make it too far and decides that when there needs to be a sacrifice, bc he knows there will, he'll go down.

Cut to Ghost sees that Soap's ab to get fucked up and takes the shot 4 him. Soap's reaction, unlike Ghost's reasoning, is based in vague Ghoap. Soap comes to the conclusion, b4 they even get out of the heli, that the Lieutenant does not like him. Fine, he's clashed w/ COs b4, nothing new. He was hoping that since they were gonna be on this same tiny team that maybe the could be friendly but he supposed not. So imagine his shock when the man who seemed to despise him sacrifices himself for Soap. He's touched, truly, especially bc that Soap will never know that Ghost's real reasoning. That Soap believes in that moment that maybe that Ghost didn't hate him and maybe kinda really liked him but didn't show it. He beliebes that if THE Ghost sacraficed himself for Soap, that he must feel that Soap was a valuable member of the team, maybe moreso than him. That Soap is also in the middle of watching his entire team get wiped out and realizing that it's now him and Price against what feels like an entire army so his extreme emotional reaction to Ghost's death is also in part from that.

There, intro Ghoap explained :)

Explanation of how this Groundhog Day shit works btw:

The first time it happens is in my little intro blurb thing. Price will go through an event where any one or more of the 141 dies, and then he will be sort of sent back in time to varying amounts of time before the events happen so that he can prevent their deaths. Price can't control it obviously. How Price discerns that these aren't weird premonitions and actually events that he lived through is that he always gets sent back with some scars from whatever shit show happened. Like for example in my blurb he would come back with his palms all scarred up from the broken glass he grabbed from the window soap got tackled out of at the end. It's a weird mechanic ik but shhhhh it's for angst purposes. It's there as a sort of reminder for Price for all the times he's "failed" his boys bc I FUCKING LOVE ANGST n e way,

Then the events of mw2 happen ofc. There are different points throughout in which I will kill the boys so here's that death list:

Gaz- something to do with the helicopter bit, obviously, like he gets no breaks, idc if you get tired of how many heli deaths I give this man, I like it. I think everyone gets one death during mw2 events

Side note: one thing I feel like I'm having a hard time balancing is making this compelling by "killing" off the boys and traumatizing Price, and also not making the boys look more incompetent if that makes sense? Like I had three deaths drafted up for Gaz but felt it was too much?

Kate: 110% dies at one point during the whole hostage thing. Gives an extra oof to John's whole apology bit to her afterwards (ome of my fav interactions in the game tbh)

Ghost: this fucker is proving the hardest to brainstorm for tbh. Like if anyone, for any of these parts at all, wants to put in any ideas feel free to, but I just feel like the others have NDEs that I can use as deaths, but honestly I feel like Ghost is I don't want to say better than the others but there's not really a point in mw2 in which I feel like I could take inspo for a death? So ig tldr: TBD but maybe none at all and when the timeline expands to after current canon I give him smtg big to give my boy some attention?

Soap: alone, obviously. This one is more complex then the others. They're all gonna be situations in which John can do something, whether directly or indirectly to change the outcome. I think for alone John cycles through that loop for a bit, not being able to make contact with anyone in Las almas and he gets lucky that after a few cycles we get canon alone events. This will def be it's own little chapter fic drabble thing bc I have so much to say ab this and how it affects Price

Bonus soap thought: I also wanted to do Graves tank fight purely bc that's the part I had the most trouble with in my first playthrough of the game. I had to repeat that section an ungodly amt of time and shaped me into the avid Graves hater I am today. I'm digressing but n e way I decided against the tank bit bc alone was just so much more yummier in my head.

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N e way that's my sort of ramblings for now, small bits and pieces will be on the way, probably

[astralisarin]

Introducing ARIN 💫 ...

(not my art! credits to the og artist♡)

hello, loves! my name is arin. i'm a 20 yr old queer girlie living her best life writing and consuming queer fanfic about dead gay wizards—which is actually a pretty common denominator over here lmao adghskdjk?

i'm also sorta kinda totally new to the fandom space on tumblr. have been lurkin about for a couple months and finally found the courage (?) to create an account and start interacting! please be kind w me♡ MORE AFTER THE CUT!

what you'll see...

this blog features mostly harry potter stuff, but i'm also part of the stray kids (kpop) fandom. you'll probably see a bunch of stuff from both spaces, i'm too lazy to make separate blogs 🫣

(btw, what I mean by "a bunch of stuff" is my writing, my doodles, my rambles, reblogs, etc. etc. will prolly edit this post at some point with featured tags too hehe).

occasionally nsfw. PLEASE MINORS DNI.

what i read, write, and draw...

ft. drarry mainly. but Im also an avid consumer of jegulus. All my works are available under my pseud astralis on Ao3 HERE.

ft. minsung. I do dabble in other side ships, but gods. minsung. Love them (who doesn't!). You can find my works under my pseud innifinity on Ao3 HERE.

some general housekeepings:

While I do consume KPOP rpf, I do not force ships onto real human beings. It's the idea of a ship, the romantic notion of the whole thing, the beautiful writing of some ff writers that attracts me. And yes, while it's statistically impossible for every single kpop idol to be straight/cis, I do make the impartial division between them as real people and the fanfic in which they appear. They are NOT the same. Yes, I'd support these idols no matter their sexuality, but I like them for their music first.

I do not support JKR and terfs. I have long since distanced myself from canon material or anything that would fill her pockets. The world of Harry Potter is my childhood though, and I cannot bring myself to hate it, despite hating its creator. atp in my life, the only hp material I consume is fanfiction, which is 100% of the time written by queer people or allies.

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[fleuvnrosa]

rosa's return! (+ more info)

Hello everyone! I'm back after a couple of months😭

Anyways, I'm going to make some changes to my account, I'm going to do a green theme! Ofc I still love the pink wonyoungism theme that I had before but I want to try something new! I did this already on my Pinterest (@xxxinav go follow me hehe ^O^)

Thanks to anyone who has supported me so far! please look forward to this year and new posts!

EDIT: im too lazy to update my profile..so pink theme stays!!(for now)

[letsgoricciardo]

an fe fic you say? and it's long 👀👀

I didn't think anybody would read my tags lol 🫣 but you got me

yeah it started as a one shot but now it's spiralled out of control and it's already at 20'000 words and I'm not even half-way through. I'm honestly hesitant to post about it bc I do want to talk about it! I'm working so hard on it! but also I might lose my drive and not finish, or finish it and then not be satisfied and then get too lazy to edit (this has happened before unfortunately..). so I don't want to get people's hopes up if that make sense? but then again I could just talk about it even if I don't even up posting it, and it will only exist on this small corner of the internet 🤔.

but here's the pitch if you're interested: it loosely follows the 2023 fe season, but what if magic was real? so basically everyone in the paddock is some kind of magic user or creature (lots of animals shifters in this one hehe). each chapter takes place during a race weekend, and there's actually someone trying to like, curse or hurt the drivers, so they have to try and figure out who is wishing them harm. but of course there is still general mayhem and magic-induced sillyness and a good dose of dysfunctional found family <33

[elaichoi]

the v v v first time i saw ur acct was when u had the yeonjun prive alliance layout ^3^ those reincarnation aus made me saur emo T^T

i luv that for u agghh<3 not that there's anything wrong w it,but i find it most satisfying when ppl get into kpop from kpop-genre songs rather than western-sounding kpop songs lol my first kpop artists were b2st (highlight) and t-ara hehe

mhm yea mayybbe! i know 100% why i don't post them and its cos i used to be consistent w posting on both kpop & personal socmed accts but mental health happens and i kinda stopped bc numbers make me want 2 cry lmfao

except im slightly less mentally ill since that time now and yk i actually genuinely do rlly want to start all my socmed accts up again but im putting it off bc im a bit of a perfectionist and so im lazy to be doing all dat... all of nothin :D don't call the orderly i'm fine ^_^ /lh

2019-21? ah probably not then i'm pretty sure i was in and out of the school roster (pls tell me if i am oversharing/trauma dumping/crossing any boundaries bc i genuinely do not know i no longer have any social skills T_T /gen /srs)

hm i'm not sure tbh i only followed the one 😭😭 i haven't been on wattpad in a long ass time and i remember i tried seeing what wattpad was like nowadays and was v disappointed w the ads and paid stuff (i think i don't remember). booooo 👎👎

omg wait that's so cool aaaaah!!! i changed my user a lot so i honestly could not tell u bc i have goldfish memory ;__; i do remember i had a user like taempons(_) i think it had an underscore idk don't remember but i changed it (kinda wish i saved it ngl) and oh one i do remember was peachyjihoons (my wannaone phase lmao) but yeah im pretty sure my most recent user was some based on some tumblr shit like svnshine or something idfk 💀💀

u are already a talented writer save some for the rest of us 👺 /j if u could also draw u would be too powerful 👁️👄👁️

omg THAT WAS MY FIRST LAYOUT TOO!! this account isn't that old tbh i still haven't gotten the feel of writing smuts as of yet that's why i havent been much active on it BUT WAIT REINCARNATION AU?!? from my main???

DUDE I LOVE B2ST!!!! and t-ara!!!!!!!! i really got into kpop slowly because i fell for kdrama at first (found replay in one of the kdrama edit lmao) so like my music journey has been very, very kpop ish. i think the global influence in most of kpop songs started to become mroe prominent during 2018?

bro i get you like the fear of starting the stuff you love because you feel like you won't be able to give it all and starting it and feeling it like you're gonna disappoint yourself. i hadn't started anything since like 2017 until recently because i was scared i was gonna stumble, or it won't be good ( well mostly that) or i won't be able to finish that. me and my bff still has this one project we started around like 2018 lmao we both still haven't finished it or picked it up bc we developed the idea sm and got so close to it that we fear writing it now.

not OVERSHARINH I WANNA KNOW!!! NO but like FR wattpad went through the biggest glow down IVE EVer seen like. it's legit LEGIT inhabitable. like at first you take away the newsfeed?!? like how am i gonna pine over other accounts now?!? and then everything became paid and shit like wtf is that?!

omg i wonder if I ever saw you on my explore page or tags bro fr this is so interesting my ig handle has always been one tbh it's @celestialsoo ( my intense love affair with kyungsoo era) like since the dawn of the day.

YOU LIE!!!!! i wish i could fr draw tho i want to draw my muses :///

[k2iwios]

sum jujutsu kaisen headcanons !!

ft. toji, gojo, itadori, nobara, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, maki, geto, sukuna, and nanami

warnings : curse words here and there, slightly suggestive content on toji & gojo's part, mentions of blood on yuuta's part (related to exterminating curses), mentions of alcohol on nanami's part (related to his drink preference)

fluff, light and funny, with a dribble of angst - just a bit tho! hehe :>>

toji !

i have a feeling papa fushiguro would hate being called daddy-

i'm sorry he'd think it's weird 😭😭

and it reminds him of the two kids he left behind 💔

he prefers just being called toji but is secretly a sucker for pet names

too embarrassed to admit it tho, cuz he likes to assert dominance 🥴🥴

gojo !

scams feet pics on onlyfans 💀💀

payment first then BOOM content unlocked but it's a picture of ants on some shaggy park bench-

gets reported 1000 times but still managed to bribe the company to un-ban him by sending thirst traps 🤨

orrr sending heck amount of cash in suitcases — like mobs in the movies

itadori !

does dance covers of kpop groups and posts them on tiktok 💘

hella good moves too!

he'll ask nobara's help to edit the vids, maybe even pay a professional (this happened at least once lol)

other than dance content, itadori's also famous for movie & food reviews which usually involve nobara and megumi cuz they're opposites (in terms of personality and all)

having opinions from two different kinds of people makes his reviews trusted

nobara !

does journaling

it helps expressing her sometimes wild emotions

most of the pages are pictures of maki 😃😃😃

and paragraphs of how she'd destroy the whole world if anything happens to her

nobara's hammer isn't customized

she happens to walk by an antique store and found a pretty hammer with a red heart carving on it!

megumi !

has the best skincare routine & products on GOD.

like, fr have you seen this boy??

so so pretty.

nobara would pester and beg him to spill his skincare routine

but he refuses to answer 💀💀

so nobara stole everything in megumi's bathroom cabinet and tried all of the products.

megumi always drinks room temperature water with two ice cubes

inumaki !

inumaki... loves reading fanfics and BL mangas 🥴🥴

maybe he's gay, maybe he's not, but inumaki loves a soft, fluffy BL story!

inumaki buys a lot of stationery items despite rarely using them

but he does carry around a cute small notepad with a shiba inu drawing on it and a monster's inc sulley pen in case he's too lazy to pull out his phone or in case his phone died

inumaki would beg gojo to bring him to disneyland and uses gojo's card to buy bags of souvenirs

his favorite is the toy story hamm (the piggy bank) hat/headcover. here's a reference photo :

yuuta !

lowkey hates getting his clothes dirty from blood

one of the reasons why he wears a white uniform is to prove how clean he is at killing curses (smooth boi)

yuuta gets away with buying alcohol without showing an id thanks to his sleep-deprived eyes even though he's not actually sleep deprived

that's just how he's built.

ps : no, the alcohol's not for him but for gojo and shoko 🤺🤺🤺

maki !

secretly names all her weapons and talks to them (which is cute imo 🤍)

but not to nobara cuz now she's thinking ‘WHO TF IS MAKI-SAN TAKING TO?? I'LL BEAT THEIR ASSESS’

*loud stomping noises*

only to discover maki talking to a sword 😃

okay now this woman is so fucking talented she's never even once broke her glasses.

no broken lens, no broken frame, no broken anything

the one time she changed her glasses is at the end of her first year. she wanted a new and bold style

panda !

goes rampage at a zoo once, just to scare people

those zap/tazer sticks doesn't work on him and it scared the workers. neither does tranquilizer guns

panda ran out of there and went to a ramen restaurant

then went grocery shopping — bought veggies and fruits — went back to the zoo and feed the animals

the zoo was closed for a month due to that catastrophe 💀💀💀

geto !

kinda dislikes his outfit but wears it anyways as a fashion statement

it has so many layers?? he feels like roasted turkey underneath all that 😭

after taking a different path, he knows he and gojo will lose each other

so he tried everything to hate his best friend but couldn't come to it no matter what

still kept pictures of the group — him, gojo, and shoko — and places it beside his bed (i'm sorry it turned kinda angsty 😫)

okay here, geto never hits on/flirt w people but is still a heart robber — thanks to his man bun

idk but i'm convinced he sprays the bathroom with disinfectant & perfume after taking a shit 💀💀💀

likes opening up the fridge for absolutely no reason.

sometimes he opens the freezer door and just stands/sits in front of it

headcanon that geto's favorite weather is winter then shoko beats his ass (cuz shoko likes spring & cherry blossoms and hates winter cuz the trees looks like bones)

sukuna !

does manicure

them wierdass nails are cared for.

his nails are originally black

it's not nail polish.

sukuna hates itadori's body cuz it makes him shorter than he actually is

sukuna is the reason why itadori uses deodorant

threatened to stop his heart if he doesn't use them

creates art using the bones in his domain

he's bored okay ☹️

nanami !

his fridge is rather empty because nanami prefers takeouts (since work drains his energy)

there's probably milk, butter, some leftovers, and strawberries (yes, headcanon nanami loves strawberries!! 🤍)

but he can cook tho and is surprisingly good AMAZING at it!

nanami's perfume always catches people's attention

it's the scent of soft white musk

nanami visits dog shelters often! and recommends his acquaintances (who are interested in owning a pet) to adopt dogs/other animals instead of buying them.

okay, nanami loves visiting the aquarium. it's therapeutic seeing little fishies 🤍🤍

nanami especially loves seals and siamese fish (god, please give me a nanami) 😞💘

and apparently,, nanami dislikes coffee!

his favorite drink is alcohol (he's canonically a heavy drinker) and hot chocolate 🍻

likes and reblogs are appreciated! 🤍🤍

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