#Gravity rush icons

[tio-eddie07]

United and Fearless!

Gravity Quartet 🌌

Hello everyone, I hope you are all well, anyway I came here to share a fanart, accompanied by some icons of it, for you to use with a group of friends and such. Enjoy 🐈‍⬛

Art by: Saitou Shunsuke 🎨

[anghraine]

It's honestly kind of funny to me that catapulting into Kirk/Spock shipping has launched my usual "meh, not into jealousy as a metric of romantic love" shipping tendency out the window and instead I'm genuinely charmed by the extent to which they reflect the same unhealthy seething jealousy.

This is most obvious with Spock, but you'll get McCoy joking about Spock falling in love with a computer (not an android, a stationary computer) and McCoy being A Normal Guy Joking About His Friend Having a Hobby is immediately contrasted with Kirk's barely repressed jealousy (you can all but see him thinking "time to talk another computer to death" while McCoy just laughs at his own joke about it). Kirk gets more and more generally insecure until Spock publicly declares that, while he does like an efficient computer, Kirk is irreplaceable and he doesn't want to serve anyone or anything else, and Kirk looks like he's about to kiss him on the bridge.

(Kirk still talks the computer to death, btw, for plot reasons. But big "Edith Keeler must die" energy.)

I also enjoy Kirk's horror/outrage at Leila Kalomi and her obvious gloating over "taking" Spock from him in the docility sex pollen episode and Kirk's willingness to do or say anything to get Spock back vs Spock bleeding intensity throughout "Requiem for Methuselah" as Kirk falls in love with Rayna, then Spock numbly listening to McCoy's speech about how he can never understand the glories or agonies of romantic love triangles or passionate love before waiting for him to leave and then wiping Rayna from Kirk's mind. Just two bros who are totally normal about each other!

[alphystims]

🌈 pls to request Kat and Raven from Gravity Rush

Okay normally games are limited to one character BUT because you are my brother, and because you've already submitted twice, I'll let you off... This time.

Kat (Gravity Rush) is Sapphic!

Raven (Gravity Rush) is a Lesbian!

Terms for both icons - Free to Use with Credit!

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which uconn is your 2025 national champions

the confetti was still falling when the final buzzer sounded. the crowd’s roar was deafening, a mixture of screams, cheers, and the overwhelming energy of witnessing history. 

the scoreboard’s final numbers gleamed under the arena lights:

uconn 82 - south carolina 59

national champions.

for a split second, paige bueckers stood frozen at center court, her hands gripping her knees, chest heaving as she processed it all. then, the realization hit.

she had done it.

uconn had done it.

she stumbled back a step, her hands dropping to her knees, chest heaving. her jersey clung to her in sweat-soaked glory, her legs trembling from exhaustion. but her face—god, her face was glowing. elation, disbelief, relief, all hitting her at once.

teammates rushed her, but paige barely registered it. her eyes were already scanning the crowd, her heart still pounding—not from the game, not from the noise, but from that aching, burning need to find you.

she found you near the sideline. you weren’t standing with staff or waving your phone around. you were frozen—hands over your mouth, eyes full of tears, staring at her like she had just moved the stars.

from where you stood at the edge of the court, your breath hitched as you saw her searching frantically. and then—like gravity itself pulled her—her eyes locked onto yours.

before you could process it, she was running.

the cameras caught it, the audience saw it, and the entire stadium gasped as paige bueckers sprinted across the court, dodging staff, ignoring reporters, and making a beeline straight for you.

and then she wrapped her arms around you, picking you up, like in those cliché movies.

she spun you in circles, pulling you into her as if you could get any closer. then—before you could even say anything—she kissed you.

not just a quick, celebratory kiss. no.

paige kissed you like she had just won everything.

the stadium erupted. the crowd screamed. the cameras flashed.

you clutched her tightly, one hand wrapped around her back, the other in her hair, as the entire stadium erupted behind you.

the kiss lasted long enough for the crowd to scream, long enough for the espn cameras to catch the perfect angle, long enough for phones all over the country to screen-record it in real time.

and then she broke away, her forehead resting on yours, her lips parted as she caught her breath, eyes shining with exhaustion, exhilaration, and something so much deeper.

"we did it," she breathed.

"you did it," you whispered back, voice thick with emotion.

she grinned. "i couldn't have done it without you."

before you could respond, her teammates swarmed the both of you.

“OH OKAY, THAT’S HOW WE’RE CELEBRATING?!” azzi yelled, cackling as she smacked paige’s back.

“damn, paige! you didn’t even touch the trophy yet!” kk teased.

the cameras were locked onto the moment. reporters were already whispering excitedly into their microphones, and within seconds, twitter, instagram, and tiktok exploded.

espnw: forget the buzzer-beater—paige bueckers just delivered the most iconic sports moment of the year. #uconn #nationalchampions 🏀💍

top comments:

hoopsfan99 THIS IS LITERALLY A MOVIE???

uconngirlpaige I HAVE NEVER SCREAMED THIS LOUD IN MY LIFE

wnba_wannabe this is my roman empire.

lesbihonestxo WHEN WILL IT BE ME?!

thefanaticsports paige said ‘TROPHY? I ONLY WANT MY GIRL.’

womenshoopssource: “paige bueckers and uconn just won it all, but the moment of the night? her sprinting across the court, ignoring the trophy, ignoring the cameras, and kissing her girlfriend in front of the entire world.”

top comments:

bihoops THIS IS LITERALLY A ROM-COM ENDING.

paigelover22 paige bueckers playing for two rings tonight.

hoopdreams101 HER PRIORITIES.

paige was still catching her breath when the espn reporter approached her, grinning ear to ear. The microphone was up before Paige could even protest.

“paige! you just led uconn to a national championship, you put up an mvp performance, and then you immediately ran to the sideline and kissed your girlfriend in front of the world. talk us through that moment.”

paige laughed, still breathless, rubbing the back of her neck. “honestly? i wasn’t thinking about anything else. the second the game ended, i just—i wanted to find her. she’s been with me through every injury, every late-night workout, every moment of doubt. this wasn’t just my win—it was our win. so, yeah, i guess i just… ran.”

the reporter chuckled. “you definitely ran. twitter is already calling this one of the most iconic championship celebrations ever. any message for your fans?”

paige looked directly into the camera, eyes bright with joy.

“yeah. chase your wins, but always celebrate with the people who got you there.” she paused, then smirked. “and sometimes, you just gotta run to what matters most.”

the team popped champagne. the coaches cried. the trophy sat in the center of the locker room, polished and heavy, but paige didn’t stop smiling until she found you again.

you were waiting in the tunnel, her jersey still hanging off your shoulders, hair tousled from her earlier embrace.

she walked toward you slowly this time. no cameras. no chaos. just you and her.

“hey,” she said softly. “still here?”

you laughed. “wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

paige tucked her medal into her pocket and stepped closer. “it didn’t feel real until i saw you. you were the last thing i saw before tip-off and the first thing i needed after it ended.”

you felt the tears sting again, softer this time.

“you’ve been everything with me. through the injuries, the pressure, the doubters… you believed in me more than i believed in myself. this ring? it’s yours too.”

you shook your head. “no, baby. this ring is yours. and you earned every single second of it.”

paige took your hand, turning it over before sliding her championship ring onto your index finger with a teasing grin. “then wear it for me tonight.”

you looked up at her, heart bursting. “only if i get to wear your jersey too.”

she grinned. “deal.”

photos of the kiss were on the front page of sports illustrated.

#1 trending on tiktok.

paige’s post-game quote—“sometimes you just have to run to what matters most.”—was being printed on t-shirts.

and somewhere, in a quiet hotel room filled with laughter and leftover champagne, paige bueckers woke up with her arm draped across you, her face tucked against your neck, and her championship ring on your hand.

the world could have the headlines.

she already had the one thing that made winning worth it.

you.

[ikwon1c]

Motte

“i’m tired of being g-dragon. can kwon jiyong come home now?”

characters: kwon jiyong x y/n

summary: during the MOTTE tour, jiyong was constantly surrounded but never truly seen or heard—performing through exhaustion, buried under expectations, and silently falling apart. but in a rare moment backstage, he allowed himself to fall apart in the arms of someone who simply saw him—as a person, not a legend.

tags: angst, heavy emotional themes, burnout, idol exhaustion, platonic comfort, vulnerability

if only i could hug 2017-2022 jiyong and tell him how proud i was of him 😔 he did so well. i must protect him at all costs 💔

The crowd had screamed his name like he was a god.

Every breath he took on stage felt like another part of him slipping away like the lights, the sound, the sea of people only chipped at the pieces left of Kwon Jiyong. He danced, he sang, he bled on stage in that quiet, metaphorical way people don’t notice unless they really look.

But no one looked. No one ever really did.

Amsterdam’s air clung to the skin differently—cool, wet, detached. The kind of weather that didn’t press against you, didn’t demand warmth. He liked it. Or he would have, if he were still capable of liking things.

Backstage, it was all noise.

Assistants rushed around. Staff chattered and buzzed like they were the ones who just performed a 2-hour set. Cameras flashed. Praise, criticism, commands—all spoken like he wasn’t even in the room. He wasn’t, really. He was there, but also… far. Sitting in the corner of the dressing room on a low, padded bench. Elbows on knees. Head bowed slightly, like a puppet with its strings cut.

No one noticed.

No one, except me.

And me? I was a nobody.

Just an assistant under Geeun—his stylist. My job was to hold the clothing rack when it rolled too fast. To steam out creases. To label shoe boxes. To stay quiet, smile, and keep moving.

But I noticed. I always noticed him.

Jiyong didn’t look like himself that night. He didn’t look like the legend, the fashion icon, the artist, the man with the world in his palm. He looked like a boy who hadn’t slept in days, whose heart had been wrung out and left to dry on a wire no one cared to check.

His eyes weren’t just empty. They were gone.

And I couldn’t stand it.

I didn’t think. I walked. Through the crowd of stylists, producers, sound techs, security. No one stopped me—no one looked long enough to register that I shouldn’t be approaching him.

He didn’t flinch when I got close.

I stood there, in front of him. Close enough to hear the catch in his breath. Close enough to see that his fingers were shaking, just barely. I didn’t say a word. Just offered them like I’d done it a hundred times before like this wasn’t completely crazy, like I wasn’t a nameless ghost in his orbit.

My arms lifted slowly—on instinct, on faith—and I opened them. For a second, I was terrified. He would look up, see me, some nobody intern, and brush me off. He would snap back to stage-mode, fix his posture, flash that trademark smirk, and I’d melt into the floor in embarrassment.

But then…

He looked at me.

Really looked at me.

And his eyes…

God, they were tired. Not just from the show. From life.

So I smiled, gently. Soft and unsure, and maybe a little sad, too.

He stared at me. Still blank. But then, slowly, he moved. And for the first time all night, he did something real.

He stepped into my arms.

No words.

He just… stood up and walked into my arms like that was always where he was meant to go. His body hit mine with a weight that almost knocked the air out of me.

He didn’t hug me gently. He clung to me.

His weight sank into me like the gravity had finally won. His arms came around my waist, slow, unsure, and then all at once tight. Desperate. His face buried in the crook of my neck, breath hot and uneven. And then—

A sound.

Low. Raw. Barely a breath. But I felt it more than I heard it.

A sob.

Silently, at first. Just a tremble in his shoulders, a wetness against my skin. Then a sharp breath, and the quiet hitch of someone trying not to fall apart and failing.

My arms tightened without thinking. One hand cradled the back of his head, fingers slipping into sweat-damp hair. The other pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, grounding him, anchoring him.

He cried.

The kind of tears that don’t fall pretty. The kind that rip through your lungs on the way out. The kind that never get seen in public, because even celebrities deserve the dignity of privacy when they break.

No one noticed. No one cared. They moved around us like we were shadows.

And that night, in a city neither of us called home, surrounded by people who only saw the surface, he broke down in my arms.

Just me. Just him.

Just us.

—

I didn’t say anything for a long time. I just let him cry.

I think he needed it—the quiet. The lack of expectation. No one asking him to be okay. No one telling him to perform happiness.

When his breathing evened out, when the shaking slowed, he didn’t pull away.

He just whispered, “I’m so tired.”

And it broke me.

I whispered, “It’s okay,” not knowing if it was or would be, but it was all I had. “I’ve got you.”

I ran my fingers softly through his hair, careful not to mess up the carefully constructed style too much. “I know baby,” I whispered. “You don’t have to say anything else.”

He didn’t. He just clung to me. I just rubbed his back while his arms tightened even more around my waist. A quiet plea in the way he held on.

We stayed like that for a long time. I don’t remember how long. Minutes? More? At some point, I felt him start to shake. Not from cold. From everything.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were red, and his breath came in short, uneven gasps. I helped him sit down again. Still in the corner. Still mostly unnoticed. I grabbed a towel and handed it to him, pretended not to see how red his eyes were. He wiped at his face with trembling fingers.

“Thank you,” he said hoarsely, finally meeting my eyes.

I gave a little nod.

“You… What’s your name?” he asked after a moment.

I hesitated. “Y/N.”

He repeated it like it meant something. Like it was a name he wanted to hold on to.

“I’m just… with Geeun,” I added, embarrassed.

“Can you come with me?” he said. “Just… for a little while?”

I nodded.

The car ride was quiet. The city lights slid past the windows like oil paintings. Jiyong sat beside me, his hand resting on the seat between us, twitching occasionally like he wanted to reach for something and couldn’t quite do it.

I didn’t push him.

He led the way to the elevator, head down. The suite was on the top floor—of course it was—and silent as a museum when the door opened. Too clean. Too empty. It smelled faintly like polished wood and expensive loneliness.

He dropped his bag just inside the door. Then he stopped moving. Like he didn’t know what came next.

I stood behind him, unsure if I was still supposed to be there. But then he turned, and in his eyes there was something raw. A silent ask.

“Can I… talk?” he said.

“Anything you need,” I answered.

So we sat. Not on the couch. Not at the table. On the bed.

He sat cross-legged, slouched, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck like he was trying to stay grounded. His voice was quiet when it came.

“I don’t remember why I started doing this,” he said. “I used to love it. I think. When I was a kid. Music felt like… like home. But now it’s just pressure. Just noise. I can’t breathe.”

I listened.

“I go on stage and it’s like… I become this thing. This idea. And people scream for it. But when the lights go off, I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what they’re cheering for anymore.”

His voice cracked. He closed his eyes.

“I’m scared I’m not a person anymore.”

I said nothing.

He kept going.

“I can’t sleep. Not really. I smoke, I drink, I take something, I knock out for an hour, and then I wake up like I never rested at all. And everyone just keeps saying, ‘You’re doing amazing, hyung. You’re killing it.’ But I don’t feel alive.”

I didn’t move. Not until he did.

He leaned toward me, slowly, like every movement hurt. Then he laid his head in my lap. No fanfare. No drama. Just a tired, broken man looking for something soft to hold onto.

I placed my hand on his hair and gently ran my fingers through it. He exhaled like it was the first breath he’d taken all night.

He kept talking.

About everything. The loneliness. The isolation. How even surrounded by thousands, he felt like no one really saw him. How the pressure to be a genius, an artist, a brand, was killing the little boy who used to scribble lyrics in the margins of his notebooks.

And I just sat there. Held him and just listened. Tonight, he was just wants to be seen and heard.

Loved him—not romantically, but purely. The way you love someone when you see their soul laid bare and you want to help them carry the weight of it.

Eventually, he stopped speaking.

Eventually, he cried again.

Quieter this time. Softer.

His hands curled into the sheets beside my legs. His face pressed against my thigh. And I felt warm tears soak through the fabric of my pants. He was under the blanket now, and I stayed on top of it, upright, rooted. A silent support beam for the wreckage of his heart.

He whispered, “Thank you.”

I whispered, “Sleep.”

And he did. Still holding on. Like I was the last real thing in the world.

And that’s where it ended.

No promises. No forever. Just a night of being human. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

—

The thing about moments like that night in Amsterdam is that they don’t come with closure.

There’s no dramatic ending, no music swelling as you walk into the sunrise. No promises made. No numbers exchanged. Just the slow, steady fading of something too delicate to name.

I never expected to be called again. I didn’t even know if he remembered it after that night.

And I was okay with that.

Sort of.

In the weeks that followed, the tour kept moving. Cities blurred into each other. Hotel rooms changed. Outfits were steamed and wrinkled and steamed again. The music thumped through arena walls night after night, and backstage was always a mess of coffee cups, frayed nerves, and late arrivals. I kept working under Geeun. I stayed in my lane.

I saw him sometimes, of course.

Jiyong.

Not the man curled up in my lap. Not the broken soul I held like a secret. Just the artist again. The brand. The silhouette striding past with sunglasses at night and security in tow. Sometimes he’d walk within arm’s reach, and I’d wonder if he felt it too, that small hum in the air.

But he never looked my way.

And I never expected him to.

So by the time we were packing to fly out again, I had already filed it all away into the drawer of Beautiful, Quiet Things That Don’t Belong to Me.

It was early.

Too early for the sun to be awake. My eyelids felt like sandpaper. My carry-on strap was digging into my shoulder, and I still had the taste of airport coffee on my tongue. Most of the staff were gathered near the group check-in, buzzing softly as they waited for boarding to be called.

I was scrolling through a half-loaded screen on my phone, earbuds in, mind somewhere else entirely, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned.

It was Minji, one of the production staff. She looked mildly apologetic, like she was bracing for me to be annoyed.

“Hey,” she said. “Change of seat.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You were in economy, right? They moved you to business. Seat 3B.”

I frowned. “Why?”

She shrugged. “No idea. Just told me to pass the message.”

I stared at her, confused. “You sure?”

“Your name’s on the manifest now.” She held up her tablet. There it was, clear as day. My name, my passport number, and the updated seat assignment.

Still confused, I nodded and thanked her. She walked off before I could ask anything else.

Seat 3B.

I was among the first to board. The flight attendants greeted me like they’d been prepped. One even said my name with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. I followed the winding path of the jet bridge, stepped into the cabin… and there he was.

Jiyong.

Sitting in 3A.

His head was tilted against the window, hoodie up, headphones resting around his neck instead of over his ears. Sunglasses off this time. Face bare. Tired.

He looked up when I stopped in the aisle.

We locked eyes. And just like that, my heart remembered everything all at once.

The weight of him in my arms. The sound of his voice cracking in the dark. The way his fingers had clutched the sheets beside my legs while he cried. That night had lived inside me like a small, sacred flame but I hadn’t known if it lived in him, too.

Now I did.

He nodded toward the empty seat beside him.

I sat down.

The seat was too wide, too soft, too quiet after the chaos of backstage life. I adjusted my seatbelt. Stared at the touchscreen in front of me without seeing anything.

Neither of us spoke for a minute.

Then his voice, low and tired: “Did I wake you?”

I glanced at him. “No. I’ve been up.”

A pause. Then, “I asked for you.”

My chest tightened. “I figured,” I said softly.

He nodded again, eyes flicking toward the window. The world outside was still dark. The kind of gray-blue quiet that only exists before dawn.

“I didn’t know if I could,” he admitted. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Another silence.

This one heavier.

“I’ve been… trying,” he said at last. “Since that night. To feel things again. To rest. To talk. Sometimes I manage. Sometimes I just… get through the show.”

I nodded, watching his profile. There was something so human about him in this light. No glitter. No spotlights. Just skin and eyes and breath.

“I never said thank you right after,” he added.

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I reached for the blanket tucked under the seat. Unfolded it. Without a word, I laid half across my lap, then held out the other half.

He looked down at it, and for a second, I thought he might resist. Then, slowly, he leaned toward me.

He didn’t lay in my lap this time. He just rested his shoulder against mine, head tipped lightly toward mine, sharing the same warmth. His hand found the edge of the blanket and pulled it a little higher.

The plane took off.

Somewhere over the clouds, he exhaled long and low. Not a sigh, not quite but something close to peace. We didn’t talk after that. We didn’t need to. The space between us said enough. He asked for me and I came.

Quietly.

Gladly.

Always.

[swightops]

"throuple! mark grayson and samantha eve wilkins"

First, let's set the stage for your background: You're Art's adopted superhero daughter with gravity-based superpowers. Like Mark, you keep your real identity a secret to keep you and Art safe while you're a part of Teen Team. From time to time, you help Art with his secret work of designing suits for heroes. If throuple Mark and Eve were to happen, I imagine that the sparkles would happen first with Eve first rather than Mark. ────୨ৎ────

You and Eve have always been very good friends, especially since you're always there to listen to her complain about Rex and her parents.

Now, if we're being honest, there's always been a little something between you and Eve. Neither of you was ready to ever talk about it since you weren't really sure how to go about it, and Eve was with Rex.

But sometimes, when you're both alone and just sitting together on top of a building looking over the city, your pinkies intertwine, and there's a nice silence that settles between you, and both of your cheeks flush.

────୨ৎ────

It's early on in Mark's superhero career when you first meet. He's there at your dad's shop trying to figure out his suit when you walk in:

"Daddd, have you seen my sketchbook? I can't find it anywhere! I already loo- Oh! Mr. Omni!" you smile, rushing down the stairs and towards Nolan. Mark watches with surprised eyes as you fake punch his father and giggle as you latch yourself onto his bicep, and he lifts you off the ground. Your eyes soon land on Mark, and you smile at him before looking at Nolan. "Is that your son?" you ask, curiosity clear as day. "Don't you think you should introduce yourself first?" Art teases, always amused with how you interact with Nolan. You roll your eyes at your dad's teasing before introducing yourself to Mark. "No way, you're going to put him in that!" you say as your eyes rack over Mark's body. His cheeks flush under your heated gaze, and both of your dads glance at each other as you step closer to the young hero. "You've definitely got the lean build going for you, ya know. And a pretty cute face. Shame you wanna hide it behind a mask," you say, and if you were actually paying attention to Mark, you'd see his face flush even more. "The kid hasn't decided on a name yet, you know," your dad says, and you turn to look at him. "Says he wants something iconic," he adds, and your face lights up as you get what he's hinting at. You quickly turn to Mark again, eyes wide, and smile even wider. "You have to let me design your suit!" you say, and with red cheeks, Mark agrees. You go on and on about different possibilities before Nolan cuts you off, saying that they have to go, and with a smile, you let them go, but not before stopping Mark one more time. "Here's my phone number! Text me when you finally have a name," you say, and Mark can barely say anything, so Nolan thanks you for him before they leave. Little do you know that you're the first girl to ever give Mark their phone number.

────୨ৎ────

The first time you see Mark in action is during the Flaxan invasion, and soon after, you introduce him to Eve and the rest of the team.

Before you know it, you're starting to feel funny around Mark the more you get to know each other, but as soon as you find out he's seeing Amber, you push your feelings to the side.

And then, when you find out Rex cheated on Eve, you two start spending a lot more time together. In fact, you start spending the night in her treehouse so she doesn't get lonely, and it's finally then that you talk about what's been going on between you:

"If I'm being honest, I've always had a little bit of a crush on you," Eve admits, her cheeks a dark red and yours also flush. "But I was with Rex, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. Oh, and I don't know if you're into girls, and I've never really thought about it, but I know that-" you cut her off by kissing her. "I feel the same about you," you giggle as Eve smiles. "I was also scared of ruining our friendship in case you didn't feel the same, and you were with Rex, so I just never said anything." You both laugh and spend the rest of the night talking about exploring the connection between you both more.

────୨ৎ────

The one who brings up Mark is actually you. Since you and Eve are officially going out, you notice how she acts a little differently around Mark, kind of like the way you did to her when she and Rex were still together. The more you think about it, the more you realize that you and Eve were missing something—that something being Mark.

After a long talk, you tell Eve about your past feelings for Mark, and she tells you about her current feelings for Mark. Even though you both are on the same page about Mark, he's still seeing Amber at this point, so you both agree that it's better to keep him as a friend than ruin your friendship over your feelings.

────୨ৎ────

After the whole incident with Nolan (or Omni-Man, as you prefer to call him now because you still cherished your past moments with Nolan), you and Eve grow much closer to Mark by being there for him and helping him with his relationship with Amber.

One night, when Mark is telling the two of you about his newest issues with his relationship, do you let it slip that you and Eve are together.

While Mark was happy for both of you, there was a weird feeling at the bottom of his stomach now that he knew you two were happily together while he was struggling with Amber. It was like he was missing out on something, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he just congratulated you two again on your relationship.

────୨ৎ────

Time passes, and more threats come your way before you find out Mark and Amber broke up and about his fight with Angstrom.

You both met with him to make sure he was okay, and you weren't ready for how much it would hurt you when your eyes met Mark's sad, tired eyes.

While reassuring him that you were both there for him if he ever wanted to talk, a strange look overcomes his face before he shakes his head and looks down at the water. You three spend the rest of the night with Mark's head on Eve's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulders with your hand holding his.

────୨ৎ────

Things change after that night, and then Eve tells you about her and Mark's conversation about his time in the desert dimension. To say that you hated the future you was an understatement. Cause there's no way that your feelings about Mark are revealed by a future heartbroken, devasted you.

Although you want to talk to Mark about everything, the universe seems to be pitted against you as you hear about his and Cecil's fighting. You send Eve to check up on him and his family while you catch up with your dad about everything, needing to get everything off your chest.

You talk for most of the night about everything that's happened and apologize for being so secretive about it all. Thankfully, Art is very supportive of you and Eve and your now-growing feelings for Mark.

It's later that night that Eve stops by your house and meets your dad, and she tells you about her conversation with Mark. While you completely understand how she feels, you can't but feel bad for Mark. While she falls asleep in your room, you sneak out and fly over to the Grayson house to finally talk to Mark.

The whole conversation is a little embarrassing, and your heart breaks as Mark tells you about how he always felt something for you and Eve but never acted because of timing:

"You blew me away the first time I saw you," Mark admits. Your heart beats a little faster. "I know Eve thinks that I'm only saying this because future her said so, but I'm not. I know how I feel for both of you, and I'm done being afraid. I'm not wasting any more time. So, please, if you feel anything for me, even a fraction of what I feel, just give us—all three of us a chance." Mark's eyes bore into yours, and you turn to look up at the sky before giggling. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh, Invincible," you tease, smiling at Mark before telling him you'd be willing to give all three of you a try but that Eve needed to agree as well because you loved and respected her opinion. Needless to say, Mark was over the moon and more than willing to talk to Eve again.

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With a little help from you, Eve and Mark were able to talk about everything again, and as Eve finally agreed, you came out from behind the pillar you were hiding behind and hugged the both of them.

The three of you laughed as the night went on, and you spent the next hours sitting on the bridge with one of Eve's hands intertwined with yours and the other with Mark's.

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i might want to flesh this out more in the future with headcanons and one-shots..

[thepinkpanther83]

Eddie was in a comic store with Dustin and came across the Spider-Man kiss in a Spider-Man comic and decides that he want to try it with Reader.

Just some fluff.

Please and thank you!

Spider-Munson

One-Shot Request: “Spider-Munson”

Eddie Munson x Reader

💌 Author’s Note: Big love to @meankenna for this adorable request! You always give me the best excuses to let Eddie be a dork in love. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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🕸️ Summary: Eddie Munson finds romantic inspiration in a comic book panel and ropes you into helping him recreate one very specific scene… upside down, off balance, and absolutely unforgettable.

Click "Keep Reading" below the cut to read. 😘

“Spider-Munson”

It starts, as it often does with Eddie Munson, in the middle of an unnecessarily loud debate about comic book continuity.

“You’re seriously telling me the Clone Saga isn’t the worst Spider-Man arc? Dustin, my dude, that’s a war crime in print form.”

Dustin scoffs, arms crossed as he marches alongside Eddie through the dusty rows of The Laughing Ogre comic shop. “It had potential! Ben Reilly was cool, and you know it.”

Eddie holds up a comic book dramatically, flipping it open with a flair that only he could manage. “Cool? COOL? He wore a hoodie, man. That’s not cool. That’s freshman year panic-dressing.”

“Better than Spider-Man No More,” Dustin mutters.

Eddie gasps as if he’s been shot. “You take that back right now, or I swear I’m gonna revoke your Hellfire privileges.”

As Dustin rolls his eyes and moves down the aisle, Eddie’s attention snags on a glossy panel mid-page, one that makes him pause.

The infamous upside-down kiss. Spidey, hanging from a web. Mary Jane tipping forward, lips parted. Rain pouring around them. Iconic. Legendary.

Eddie’s eyes narrow with a mischievous glint. Slowly, a grin spreads across his face.

“No,” Dustin says instantly, pointing a warning finger from halfway down the aisle.

“What?” Eddie asks, too innocently.

“No. Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Right now.”

Eddie flips the comic around to show him the panel. “I’m just saying... what if I just... y’know. Test it out?”

Dustin’s face crumples in preemptive secondhand embarrassment. “You are not Spider-Man, dude.”

Eddie shrugs. “Not with that attitude, I’m not.”

He taps the comic cover thoughtfully, already plotting. “Now... where’s the nearest playground with monkey bars?”

You should’ve known something was up the moment Eddie showed up at your door grinning like he’d just mainlined pure chaos.

“We’re going to the park,” he said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you outside before you could question him.

“For what?” you asked, eyeing the picnic basket he was suspiciously refusing to acknowledge.

“No reason,” he said, way too fast.

Now, ten minutes later, you’re standing in front of the rusted old jungle gym behind Hawkins Elementary while Eddie scales the monkey bars with all the grace of a gremlin on a sugar rush. He fumbles a bit, nearly slipping once, but manages to hook his knees over the top rung like he’s training for some weird circus audition. His rings clink against the metal, his belt catches awkwardly, and you’re pretty sure he just muttered “ow” under his breath.

He dangles upside-down like an overgrown bat, hair spilling in a wild curtain, cheeks already flushed from blood rushing to his head- or maybe from excitement. With that signature shit-eating grin plastered across his face, he points at you dramatically like he’s just announced a grand spell.

You blink at him, arms folded. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss you?” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like duh, this is what normal people do on weekday afternoons.

Your lips twitch into a smirk. “You’re gonna fall.”

He hesitates, eyes flicking around like he’s only just realized gravity exists. A single bead of sweat slides down his temple. “...Shut up and kiss me, asshole. I’m getting lightheaded!”

You try to keep a straight face. You try. But standing there, watching your boyfriend, the town’s reigning metalhead menace, dangling upside-down like a lopsided chandelier with his hair blowing in every direction and his shirt riding up to expose a tempting stretch of pale stomach and that wicked little happy trail you try not to think about at night-

You laugh.

Hard.

Eddie’s cheeks puff out. “Don’t you dare laugh at Spider-Munson in his moment of glory.”

“I’m sorry,” you say between giggles. “It’s just… your face-”

“My face is majestic,” he says indignantly, swaying slightly.

“It’s red.”

“I’m committed, babe.”

You step closer, brushing the mess of his bangs gently out of his face, your fingers lingering a little too long against his cheek. His grin softens just slightly, eyes hooded and fond in that way that always gets you into trouble.

And even like this, upside down, ridiculous, and absolutely asking for a concussion- he still makes your heart trip over itself.

You lean in, lips brushing his in a tender brush of lips and tongues.

It's sweet.

A little weird, but sweet.

A little awkward, your nose bumps his chin, your angle’s off, and his breath is all hot and fast against your face, but it’s still a kiss. Still yours. Still his.

You hear him hum into it, one hand twitching up like he wants to hold your face but remembers too late he’s hanging precariously by his legs.

Then he shifts- just slightly, probably trying to deepen the kiss, and the moment you feel the tension snap in his core, your instincts scream uh-oh.

“Oh shit… Eddie!”

Too late. His grip on the bars loosens, and gravity doesn’t waste time.

You try to catch him, you really try, but he’s all limbs and boots and denim and loud panic noises.

You both go down in a heap of limbs and gravel and tangled limbs, your back hitting the woodchips with a whump that knocks the wind out of you.

He lands half on top of you, groaning, his arm protectively curled behind your head like he meant to break your fall. You blink up at him, dazed.

He grins, lips still kiss-slick, hair in his mouth, leaves in his jacket.

“Totally worth it.” He grunts.

You smack his shoulder. “We could’ve died!”

He grins wider. “Romantically.”

You roll your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “You’re such an idiot.”

He just beams proudly. “Yeah, but you like idiots.”

The adrenaline starts to fade, and you both lay there in the grass and woodchips, catching your breath as your giggles taper into a lazy silence.

Eventually, Eddie rolls off you and flops back on the jungle gym’s edge, looking up at the sky with a dazed sort of satisfaction. You settle beside him, brushing grass from your shoulder as the quiet hum of late afternoon buzzes around you. A soft breeze stirs the heat off your skin, and Eddie’s fingers find yours without even looking.

He lets out a dreamy little sigh. “You know, for the record? That was maybe the best kiss I’ve ever had upside down.”

You snort. “Oh, please, that was the only kiss you’ve ever had upside down.”

He pretends to consider. “Still counts. Might even be in my top five overall. Ten, at least.”

You nudge his knee with yours, affection simmering low and warm in your chest. “So… was that your master plan? Trick me into a concussion-kiss so I wouldn’t say no?”

“Bold of you to assume I had a plan,” he replies. “I’m just winging it with style.”

You glance at him, heart soft. He’s got a dizzy little smile on his face, lips still a little swollen, eyes all starlit and smug.

“I can’t believe I kissed Spider-Munson,” you murmur.

He shifts to nudge your temple with his shoulder. “But you liked it.”

You rest your head on his arm, letting your fingers trail up his wrist idly. “So, what now? We get married on top of a building like superheroes?”

“Only if I get to wear blue spandex,” he replies, deadly serious.

“…Absolutely not.”

Eddie grins at the sky, fingers lacing tighter around yours. “Your loss, baby, I look good in blue.”

Who loves Eddie Munson, show of hands! 😂 Let me know if you want to be added to my tag list! @justalotoffanfiction, @yorshie, @jackalope-in-a-storm, @v1per1ne, @daveythorntonslocker, @cokepowder55, @kelsiegrin, @ash-stardust, @meankenna, @kellsck, @chronicles-of-koystee, @micheledawn1975, @fckyeahlames, @cantstandya2000

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[asktheevilgeniusesson]

[@theshadowandhislight putting my @ first so yk it's just me]

Little did Eggman seem to know in the moment, but the X-Robot had managed to sneak Sonic in without the hedgehog needing to use the louder and more abrasive break in plan that he had in mind. Sonic, wanting to be separate from the X-Robot from now on, speaks up in a quiet voice. even if his fur itched with the urge to run about and go about this as he normally would.

' ' Hey, X? could you please distract or 'disarm' your friends? specifically Infinite and rusty? I can handle the rest of- well- everything here. ' '

Sonic says the last part a little cockily, that iconic smug smirk on his expression.

“Ofcourse i can!”

X would beam quietly but happily, giving a thumbs up and nod, without any warning, the robot seems to transform from ‘amy’ mode, with the hammer, to ‘sonic’ mode. Where he seems to immediatly BLAST off from where he is with sonic, dashing into view.

Egghead is currently surveying his army as they’ve been fixed, going about their duties until X rushed into view. Eggman was about to demand where the robot had been but without any distractions or any waiting, he launches into the air and a sickening mettalic *CRRRUNNNCH* is heard as he jumps up and full-speed slams his metallic feet into rustys skull. Caving it in with momentum, gravity, and etc. she gets no time to react before hes standing on her crushed skull with a dangerous whirl of his head twords infinite. The jackal, shellshocked, cant react fast enough before his hammer is rammed into his stomach with a gut-wrenching dog cry.

“WHAT IN THE FUCKI— BAH! ANOTHER TRAITOR. EVERYONE! DESTROY THE X ROBOT!”

Eggman screams out, slamming his massive fist on the railing of the balcony where he stands. Neo stands at his heels, snarling and barking like a crazy canine.

X seems to panic when the rest of the others are all called upon them. But he stands his ground after slamming infinites skull in, spinning his hammer until it transforms into something akin to knuckles’ fists. And the robot begins to fight for its life. Trying to impress sonic by fighting against models that are ten times his size, weight, and strength.

[ohlookiehereanotheruser]

Masterlist of Denied Requests 2

Please take a crack at it everyone! Second Wave! More will be added later on!

Mogai

Coinings:

could I please suggest a barn cat pet regressor flag? coined by @/cheshiire-warper ✅

A gender term for being connected to Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls? And/or the other (main) characters if you want to?

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Blinkies/Pixels/Stamps/Widgets:

hiii can i request stamps or blinkies based off of hitchcock by yorushika?

could you do astro from dandy's world stamps ?

can you make a cure majesty(from hirogaru sky precure !) widget? for twitter btw?

Userboxes:

"this user is a slasher protag", maybe with cyan/yellow and red/silver variants?

can I have a userbox with the text saying “this user is every woman” with the small image box being the album cover of chaka khan’s chaka (1978) album, and the background being a color similar to chaka’s dress in the album cover?

Moodboard/Stimboards:

can i please request a stimboard based on the warden from superjail? purples, reds, and just generally silly things would be vv cool!!

can i request a macalo and ivan (ftrf) stimboard??

can you pretty please make a x men nightcrawler stim board???

Could you do a stimboard of Stinky Chuzzle from Chuzzle 2?

do you think you could make a Shawn from total drama stimboard with related stims? -

do you think you could make a cosmic browines, lunchables, and koolaid themed stim board, or just a stim board thats themed around popular kids food back in the 2000s?

can i req a centricide stimboard?

Satw Sweden with lots of blue and yellow and also a technological theme stimboard?

can you do a plural rui stimboard? With rings of various colors?

applejack x pinkie pie stimboard? -

Can I get a moodboard based on Junior Spaceclaw with some mood of bug hating and the alike?

May I please request a moodboard of Willy Wonka from Wonka (2023) with the colors sage green and fuchsia?

Special:

Could you do a moodboard for Logan Mitchell/Kendall Knight (Big Time Rush - specifically from the show) using pictures of them from the show (not real life) with themes of devotion and dependency and purple and blue colours?

Icon Requests:

can i req some icons of judgement boy from the gregory horror show??

could you do emily dickinson paci icons?? (from the show dickinson, not the real person)

can i request x (mega man) icons if possible?

Can I ask for rukia kuchiki pfps / graphics? (Bleach)

Could you do some icons of Claude von Riegan from Fire Emblem: Three Houses/Three Hopes?

may i request sigewinne icons, please? -

can u do yugoslavian or serbian flag inanimate insanity tea kettle icons?

can i req icons of simon henriksson from cry of fear?

may i req gumi icons ? (vocaloid) (2 people asked for this)

Can I request a k-angel reply cons with like a super pastel pink color?

Rentry Graphics:

would it be possible to request a yuji itadori graphic?

Could you do dc graphics if possible? with nightwing please?

Can you make a rentry graphics themed bsd lucy card (Masquerade)

hi can i request a teardrop from bfdi graphics?

can you please do a dave strider rentry graphic thingie? -

Can I request Sua from alnst graphics please?

Can I request Ivan alien stage graphics? (two people asked for this)

Could u please make matching mizuan graphics?

Could I get graphics of empires s1 count fwhip?

Bill Cipher goblincore graphics plleeaassee? -

Hihi! Can you make some graphics of tsugumi aoba??

may I please request a chifuyu matsuno and keisuke baji (tokyo revengers) rentry graphic ?

Can I get a cute graphic of Allan from Smiling Friends? :3 Non gif, please... :]?

Could I request some ennis del mar rentry graphics perchance? (Real Person warning!)

Can i request some shadow the hedgehog graphics? -

Can I get some po-uta (vocaloid) graphics?

Can i request some pink-colored rentry graphics of koishi komeiji from touhou project please?

CAN I REQUEST DIGITAL WITCH MAYURA RENTRY GRAPHICS?

Can I have Pump from Spooky month graphics with a kidcore halloween aesthetic?

can I pls request yosuke hanamura graphics (p4) please and thank you? -

May I pls request cutesy graphics of Patisserie Peach from Princess Peach: Showtime?

can i please have shinjiro aragaki rentry graphics?

Can I get some rentry graphics for Rayman/Fakeman from Captain Laserhawk: a Blood Dragon Remix?

can you please make butter roll rentry graphics? With a weirdcore theme if possible?

could you make hua cheng graphics? -

can i please get yosuke hanamura graphics in a orange and white theme? preferably one with text that says INTERESTS on it!

could u do pest from regretevator rentry graphics? mostly red colored?

may i request tetora nagumo from ensemble stars rentry graphics?

can i get paul from eddsworld graphics please ?

NPTs/SNPTs:

iso from valorant id pack?

May i request a religious ID pack?

Can I request a barrel jellyfish id pack?

kinich npts pleasee?

can i req 3rd life ren names + pronoun suggestions? (NPs only) -

Could i get name suggestions for an envy (Inside Out Movie)?

Can i request an id pack based off of 1x1x1x1 from roblox :3?

Could I request name suggestions for Black Hat from Villainous?

could i please get some npts related to cannibalism?

Dividers/Borders:

can you please make a lotus border with leaves?

may i request some red Moonlight Cookie Alluring Crescent Moon Costume dividers from CR:OB please?

Purple science-y dividers please?

Can I get some sylveon themed banner/dividers?

Custom NPTs/SNPTs

None Submitted

PNG/Render/Mask Requests:

hiii may I request kyouka izumi from bsd renders??

Maybe kirishima pfp mask? (MHA)

can you please make a BFDI themed pfp mask?

could you make a columbina mask?

Layout Requests:

can you do a dark blue moon-themed shin tsukimi yttd layout?

could i request a rentry layout themed after the youtuber yumi ? it's perfectly okay if not !!! id love it if it had the colors pink and blue :)

Could I request a blue webcore discord layout for Spat from hamtaro?

could i req a matching ushijima and oikawa tumblr layout??

Can I request a light pink/ girly akaza layout? (akaza is from demon slayer.)

may i request ichisaki tumblr layouts? -

Could you do a tumblr layout of Kiui Watase from YoruKura aka Jellyfish can't swim in the night?

Could you do mizi and sua (alien stage) layout?

maria marionette layout, maybe? (Nijisanji warning)

can you do leafy bfdi + kangel nso graphics?

may I please request an Aether layout with themes of glitching and the color blue? No kin/id/me tags if possible. -

Package Request:

Can I geta xilonen tumblr layout, please? and maybe some replycons /the three paimon stickers?

Can I get a sea fairy cookie (crk) banner, pfp, big dividers (top and bottom), little dividers (middle), a few replycons, those little banners, and whatever else you can?

Template Request

Could i request a mitsuri rentry template for a yumeship/fictional other list? ✅

can request a temp rentry of Colette from brawl stars?

could u do an ivantill rentry template?

This is the second list, at this point, people have submitted asks to us. Thank you for your cooperation with the enititative.

[sweeteacrummble]

My next artgift is for RedRatchet

🎮✨ A Super informative, passionate, and a true PlayStation fan! ✨🎮

Thanks to RedRatchet, I got into the Ratchet & Clank series, and I’ve been hooked ever since! Not only do they have a deep love for Ratchet & Clank, but they also have a huge passion for Gravity Rush, PlayStation, and a splash of Coraline. 🎢💫

Seriously, their knowledge about Ratchet & Clank, and everything PlayStation is mind-blowing. Every post is a treasure trove of insights and fun facts. Like Hellooo! Rachet and Clank Comics Anyone!?!?!? 📚🕹️

So to celebrate, I created an art gift featuring their iconic and cute Ratchet plush mascot! It's so iconic and adorable that I just had to draw it. 🐾

Merry Christmas, Redratchet!🎄May the Lord give you many, many blessings!

And yes I will not forget you, my beautiful reader. May the Lord, give you many blessings too!

❤️ Sweeteacrummble ❤️

[gravityrushcentral]

Gravity Rush fan Marcaeg managed to spot a cameo of Kat in the new Astro Bot on PS5!

[tio-eddie07]

Raven, The Crow 🦅

Gravity Rush 🍎

Hey guys, how are you? I hope so. I made these icons of Raven from the Gravity Rush manga, I hope you like them!

[lilithsterrarium]

It would be fun to place you gently on my head, tell you to hold on, before taking flight in the air and flying a few thousand feet into the sky. maybe toying with you a bit and seeing how long you can hold on through the different gusts of wind and my different movements, I bet your little icon screams would be adorable. I would make sure you were brought back to the ground safely, though, I mean I am an angel girl after all, and am not allowed to kill even pathetic creatures like you.

BDNFJDJDJFJFJFF CUUUUUTE OH KY GOODNESS

My viewpoint is so, so low to the ground, after all! It would be a blessing to show me some real heights... already getting just a little bit of vertigo just sitting on your head, weakly clinging to your hair like a handhold... feeling the sudden rush of air as you take off, clinging desperately to your head in fear...

I'm still not 100% sure if gravity is quite as dangerous for something with such little mass, but I'm not looking to find out. My eyes are watering, the chill of the air growing cooler as you fly, the air getting thinner... managable to breath, but slightly lightheaded... unable to stop myself from squealing just a little...

I'm still shaking when we return to the ground, my heart racing as I tremble in your hands... hurridly stammering out thanks while trying to collect my thoughts... funny, for just a little bit, I got the same view as some rampaging giant, looking down on the city beneath me, everyone looking like bugs beneath me... giggling at the thought of little old me rampaging. I mean, isnt that just ridiculous~?

All jokes aside, I am grateful for the ride, and as scary as it was, it was awfully fun... thank you ^w^

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

honestly in light of another show getting cancelled after one fucking season despite being very loved and full of potential recent events i'm thinking a lot about the current state of TV and how it relates to the Gravity Falls renaissance going on right now with the new content (the book of bill/thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com). i'm thinking about how this show was adored as it aired and how it's still loved now, a decade later as it's audience has grown up. i think about what led to this story being so loved and adored so far past it's end.

and I think one of the biggest reasons for that is that Gravity Falls lasted long enough to tell the story it was made to tell.

While there are still fans who wish for a new season, it's largely agreed upon that the show lasted just long enough to tell it's story without dragging on. It finished in such a way that most major plot points were resolved with good pacing and not being rushed out of fear of cancellation. It goes down in television history as one of those shows where people think

"did it end at just the right point? yes. would I love more of it if the creators/crew wanted to do it? ALSO yes."

(definitely! ABSOLUTELY!)

So when new content was released and it builds on what was already masterfully established, people have ran back to it like it never left and are engaging with the story they love all over again.

And I think it has a lot to do with the fact that Gravity Falls is one of what feels like the few modern shows (especially since the last few years where everyone can name a show they loved that they're angry got cancelled after one or two seasons) that has gotten to just... come to an end. It wasn't cancelled prematurely because of nonsense streaming criteria or censorship; it didn't get a cut-down final season that forced half-completed plotlines to be thrown out or pruned to a shell of what they were meant to be; it came to it's natural intended end when it was meant to.

But it was also given time to breathe.

While the overarching mystery was constantly present throughout the show, it was also paced in such a way that it was mainly hinted at early on and not explored in detail until later, after we'd seen how the characters act in mundane, self-contained situations; episodes that focus on the main plot (mainly those in season 2) often happen after a good number of "normal" episodes that focus on the day-to-day hijinks of the Pines family, where we don't have to focus on the plot - we can just watch what the characters do and enjoy the ride.

And it's the presence of silly episodes about a merman being broken out of the local pool and dipper cloning himself via a copy machine to be able to party and two elderly ghosts who haunt a convenience store being appeased by dipper dancing in a lamb costume that make the episodes like the one where a recurring "crazy ol' hillbilly" was revealed to have been a highly skilled and intelligent scientist who was so haunted by the harrowing otherworldly horrors he'd seen that he drove himself insane so daunting and memorable. There is a balance to the pacing and tone that is a rarity in newer shows.

And honestly? I think one of the other reasons Gravity Falls is still so loved today is because it encompasses so much about TV shows that people really miss in today's era of how shows are structured.

"I miss when shows had 15-20 episodes a season." Gravity Falls did that.

"I miss when shows had filler and didn't rush through the plot so fast." Gravity Falls did that.

"I miss when we got to watch the characters do things besides The Plot and just got to watch them do funny hijinks that don't lead to something big and Plot Relevant." Gravity Falls did that. Gravity Falls did that. Gravity Falls did that and it was so much fun.

And I think about how if it were being aired now, we might have gotten that iconic and unforgettable years-in-the-waiting "The author of the journals... my brother." reveal as early as episode six out of eight.

Or even worse - it would have happened at the very end of the first season, and the second the credits rolled, fans would have had to scramble to write PSA posts to watch it as soon as possible and play the season on loop and tell everyone to stream it; they wouldn't have been able to just revel in the excitement of a well-paced reveal that was years in the making; they most likely would have had to immediately get to work and jump through hoops and fight like hell for a chance at the story to be completed.

And worst case scenario - it probably wouldn't have worked.

TLDR; Gravity Falls is a well-loved masterpiece bc it got to do what so few new shows get to do and have enough time to tell the story it was meant to tell and I'm so relieved it aired before the shithole that is 8-episode seasons (read: only one 8-episode season before the near-inevitable cancellation) became the norm for new shows.

[shes-an-oddbird]

WIP Wednesday - The Suncatcher

Taking a break from my attempts to catch the elusive finale promo on hulu to post the next moodboard from my Las Vegas/Cirque AU. The reason the fic is such a monster is because is alternates between 6 main characters and each has their own little story that ties into the bigger one. It will truly be a miracle if I can finish this.

Summary: When a wealthy group of investors decides to save a struggling Las Vegas hotel, The Suncatcher, former performers Owen and Tommy are asked to revive their first Cirque show and turn it into the must-see attraction on the iconic strip. Together they recruit a misfit group of artists who deserve a second chance at the high-flying circus life and are determined to put on the best show they can even when they run into obstacles around every corner.

Neon - A Night in Las Vegas Marjan Marwani - Neon - Highwire/Slackwire

'The Neon can be disorienting the way it moves, twisting and flashing against the night sky'

“You didn’t have to arrange this.” Marjan calls from the platform high above the stage. She can already feel her adrenaline beginning to race. She hadn’t so much as felt her heart speed up at the zipline earlier. In fact, she hadn’t felt that rush in a long time.

“We thought it would be in our best interest to remind you exactly what you’re missing out on.” Owen yells back. Next to him is Tommy, who is talking to a few of the performers from Mystere who had somehow been talked into letting her use their trapeze set up.

“Should I bother to remind you that that I have a job and contracts.” She argues even as she accepts the trapeze bar being placed into her hands.

Immediately she smiles at the familiar feel.

“We promise that if you agree to work with us, we will work with you to keep all your prior commitments.”

She shakes her head. As if it was that easy. She has a dozen more stops to make on this trip alone and her next big trip was already in the works. Of course it was a new show, it would be a while before it would premiere she would have time to finish those jobs.

Marjan steps up to the edge of the platform. Across from her another artist is at the ready as well.

But she loved her job. Did she really want to give it up?

Of course, she hadn’t wanted to give this up either. Who would? It was thrill you couldn't fine anywhere else.

“You ready?”

“Always, let’s go.”

She just had to get it out of her system. She’s had to let gravity do its thing and move on.

She steps off the platform.

It was too bad she forgot exactly how much she loved playing with gravity.

[the-east-art]

i’d love to hear your thoughts on rebirth!!! i ended up liking the ending quite a lot so i’m always curious to hear from people it didn’t resonate with /gen

Alright! One person said they wanted to hear so here is a long post of some of my thoughts of FFVII Rebirth. Full of spoilers and probably pretty all over the place! I'll put it all under the cut :3

So first of all, my experience with Rebirth was mostly good. Like I really loved some of the areas it expanded, some of the changes they made, and many of the choices they made I either enjoyed or could see why they made that decision and was okay with it. I would also genuinely love to hear what you liked about it!

However some of the changes they made were, in my opinion, really REALLY bad decisions. The choice to change Nibelheim is really weird to me. In my experience when I played the original mostly blind, the gaslighting of the location was really spooky. Because it makes you question BOTH Tifa and Cloud - they both remember it burning, but then their memories of the incident don't line up. So which one is wrong, or are they both wrong? It's really interesting and I'm sad they got rid of that whole aspect. Many people have said this but chopping off Shinra manner was also super frustrating to me - the place is so big and spooky and SO iconic that to change it felt really weird. The game bad been so accurate up to that point (I literally called where you could find Piko the chocobo because he was relatively where he was in the original) that it felt all the more awkward that they altered it so much. The hidden staircase for instance is really iconic and just kinda not there, and I always liked the fact that they slept there the week that Sephiroth was in the basement.

The other part that I didn't like was, uh, all of the last chapter. Okay so I was disappointed that they didn't have Cloud beat up Aerith because in my mind it's such an important and shocking moment, but I kinda knew they didn't have the guts to do it tbh, so whatever. But to take out like ALL of the Ancients city???? To take out ALL of the traveling around with Aerith when she is gone but not dead? That is crazy to me. That last section felt so rushed and so disappointing. I was discussing with my twin how much more interesting it would be if they did it like the original OR if they really want Cloud to be comatose, to have you play as the team minus Aerith and Cloud to get to the lost city place. Then you would really feel the weight and gravity of what has happened.

The multiverse I'm just not a fan of. It really blows this story wider than I think it needs to be, and it takes Aerith from this girl doing her best to like, an omniscent god fighting against like the forces of evil? Which I mean she's Sephiroths' character foil so like I get it, but I don't like it. It's a bit of homestuck syndrome where when there's too many versions of a character or of a scenario it gets hard for me to be attached to any particular one anymore. Very much 'we got spares in the back' kind of idea. I DID like it kind of at first - mostly in the idea that there is a version of Midgar that doesn't belong to any universe, and instead like collects strays from different universes. Like it's implied that our Marlene ended up there, and our Biggs, but a different Zack. So the idea of these characters ending up in the in between was interesting to me, and versions of Cloud and Aerith being there. I thought that was nice, but then it opens up to like a billion different universes and I was like, ugh, too much. (You knowwhat would make this better? If it was a timeloop instead, just saying).

Cloud being extra fucked up now though I like. Like this boy accidentally fractured his mind into twelve different universes and is talking to the air and everyone else is just like.... uh.... okay.

WHich! I'm frustrated we never get the team talking to each other about Cloud or confronting him. During Temple of ancients he's like super fucked up, but you get the vibe that they're all like 'bigger fish to fry, we'll address it later' but I'd like to see them talk to each other or to Cloud about his crazy behavior. (again if they had you play as the rest of the team while Cloud was comatose this could fit there)

I also have mixed feeling about Zack being this like narratives special little boy? Again like Aerith it blows him a little out of proportion, and in my opinion feels kind of awkward when he shows up the last fight just cuz he's the narratives fave. I mean I LOVE Zack and I think there's a version of it that could work better, but I don't think this was it.

I am super curious what they plan to do about Holy? Like it's implied that Aerith in an alternate universe (or her ghost in the lifestream?) is just gonna hang back and uh give it another go? Or maybe she lied to Cloud so that he would leave her behind??? I'm VERY curious because her prayer didn't work.

Oh and this is a nit-pick, but I deffo think they are going the angle that Cait Sith isn't sentient in this? Like he never mentions that the Caits' are different, and that the one that died really did die, and he's a different one. I think they did sections of his character well (you deffo get the feeling that he isn't necessarily backstabbing either team, but trying to figure out how to be on BOTH teams. The way he very softly and with concern tell Tseng to be careful was really good) but the after his death was flubbed a bit, cuz now it just makes him feel like, replaceable? I was really hoping they could add more to Cait cuz he doesn't do really well in the original, and they still kinda missed it to me. If they aren't making Cait sentient then like I want to see more of Reeve, or show Reeve like facing backlash over Caits death whether mentally or physically having to frantically finish another Cait ( I don't think they're gonna go the Inspire route but god I wish they would)

Uhhhh I think that's most of my thoughts? I mean between me and my sister tag teaming the game we played probably around 100 hours, and I am gonna play more cuz it is fun and the characters are good and tehre's a LOT being done well. I just like, I felt like some of the changes they chose make the plot more messy just for the sake of being messy, or ruins the pacing or theming of specific areas in the story.

A couple parts I really liked right off the bat:

I know some people didn't like the fact that Barret didn't talk about Myrna, but I really loved the detail that he never mentions her coupled with the fact that she is his darkest hour he experiences at the Temple of the Ancients, it does a good job at making it clear that her death is something too tender for him to discuss.

In general the nightmare sequences were really well done and made me bawl my eyes out. Each one was so nice and unique.

There were a lot of super lovable NPCs' that I got super attached to, even if they appeared really briefly. The game did a good job at making these NPCs' feel like they are their own characters

Obviously I really loved the character designs, the world designs, and I know they could be tedious but I super loved the Chadley quests. He's just my little guy.