#add the blob and bam

[dwtdog]

watching the little blob vtuber move is so fun i can picture dreams little expressions and nods way better than i thought id be able too

[wrestletotheground]

gingerbread house - matty healy x reader

christmas prompt courtesy of @abiiors ♡

festive dad!matty

cw: fluff, f!reader, slight nsfw at the start, pregnancy announcement, just wholesome dad matty <3

wc: 1.6k

- december 12th 2021 -

matty dips his finger in the bowl of icing, smearing a dot of it on your nose with a giggle before you can protest. 'fuck off,' you laugh, pulling away and grabbing ahold of his wrists before he can do it again. 'oh, sorry, you have someth-' he reaches towards your face again playfully, before giving up and throwing his hands up in surrender as you duck away from him, wiping the white blob off your nose. both of you are in fits of giggles again, buzzing with pure love for each other.

'don't let me distract you darling, this gingerbread house isn't gonna make itself,' he adds, turning his attention back towards the slabs of biscuit on the counter.

he then realises his finger is still coated in icing. he stands there looking down at his hand, contemplating his next move for barely a second before you reach over and take it in yours, wrapping your lips around his index finger and swirling your tongue around the sugar coated tip. his jaw hangs open as you stare at him with siren eyes the whole time, sucking on the digit that's pressing down on your tongue. he lets out a low groan, biting his lip when you release it with a pop and go back to work as if nothing happened. 'fucking christ,' he mutters to himself, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief as he tries to focus on the biscuits again. 

you can see him out of the corner of your eye busying himself with something else aside from the house; alternating between different coloured icing tubes and guarding his mini creation away from your view. he looks focused, the same concentrated expression he has when he's writing down lyrics or guitar melodies in his studio. 'what are you doing? looks like there's more dilly dallying and less construction work going on over there, healy,' you grin, never taking your eyes off the little sugary jellies that you're placing ever so carefully along the top of the slanted roof.

'oneee second.... bam'. the colourful tubes clatter onto the table and he spins around to face you holding two little decorated gingerbread men. one of them has peaks of black icing on its head for hair, along with thick stripes of white and black vaguely representing a shirt and trousers. the other is in a messy black dress, three curved stripes on either side for your hair and bright dots that match your eye colour surprisingly well.

'us!!' you exclaim, instantly forgetting the task at hand and clapping your hands together in excitement. 'us!!' he repeats, his face breaking out into a grin at your reaction. 'i'll put them right here outside the door, look! it's like they're holding hands,' he says, gesturing excitedly towards his creations.

an idea springs to mind and you put it to action before you have time to think. it's daunting, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little terrified of his potential reaction, but it has to be done. you pick up a red jelly tot and place it on the plate between the two figures. your heart races as you do it, knowing what's about to come of the seemingly insignificant act. you'd only been keeping this secret from him for a few days, but waiting for the perfect moment to tell him felt excruciating.

'that's our little baby,' you say in a half-joking tone, looking up at him tentatively. 'pff, yeah, some day,' he replies obliviously, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 'matty...' your voice comes out as little more than a whisper, trailing off into nothing. he pulls away and you turn to look at him. he looks confused but grips onto your arms reassuringly nonetheless. 'what's wrong darling?' he asks, voice laced with concern. 'what if i said... that some day is coming soon...' you can nearly see the cogs turning in his head as he stares at you blankly, trying to figure out what you mean. his eyes widen as you take his hands and cautiously place them on either side of your belly. 'really!?' he whisper-shouts, leaning down to you. you shakily nod your head, biting your lip and smiling nervously.

'i'm pregnant, matty' you reply. 

- december 12th 2023 -

bing crosby's white christmas floats through the air from the radio as you sit at the kitchen table with matty and your 18 month old daughter, harper. you'd been having a bad day earlier until matty went out with harper, returning an hour later with a gingerbread house kit and a bottle of wine to cheer you up.

your heart melted at the gesture, especially at the fact he remembered and pointed out that it was two years to the day since you were sat in the same place and you'd told him the most important thing you'd ever had to tell him. from that day onwards he'd been nothing but supportive and loving, always there to help in any way he could and you were so eternally grateful.

'last time we made one of these i was only finding out harper was in mummy's belly wasn't i?' he says, bouncing her up and down on his leg. 'you were, and mummy was bricking it over what daddy was gonna say!' you reply, both of you laughing. casual conversations usually turn out like this nowadays, with you and matty talking to each other but directing every sentence at your daughter, as if she'll suddenly be able to answer. 

she reaches up and makes grabby hands at the gingerbread biscuits spread out on the table. 'you wanna get up and help?' she lets out a little happy scream and starts wiggling as you pick her up from matty's lap and put her sitting on the table in front of you, moving up against her back so she doesn't fall. she's instantly drawn to the bright colours of the sweets and icing, smacking her tiny hands on whatever she can reach.

she's fascinated, scooching around on the table and bouncing excitedly when you reach around her to open the bag of powdered icing. you pour it into the bowl of water that matty had set down earlier and she immediately grabs at the powder, making it erupt in a white cloud that covers herself and the table. 'woah, easy on the icing there baby,' you say. her big brown eyes sparkle in the reflection of the christmas lights as she falls down with laughter, making the two of you melt.

~

the festive playlist drones on in the background mainly unnoticed, but as soon as jingle bell rock plays you and matty's eyes light up. it's your favourite song this time of year, especially now you get to share it with harper. you take hold of her arms and dance with her, making her giggle as you move them around to the beat. matty laughs, taking his phone out to take pictures of the two of you, covered in icing sugar and having the time of your lives.

~

the decorated gingerbread house sits in the middle of the table like a trophy, but the three of you are exhausted after spending all evening on it. 'would you mind putting her to bed while i clean up?' you ask, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. 'course, love' he replies, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before making his way over to where she's now sitting in her high chair.

he unclips the chair and picks her up, cooing at her softly. 'time for bed munchkin,' he says, kissing her head and getting her settled in his arms, her sleepy head lulling over his shoulder. you smile to yourself as he disappears upstairs, footsteps barely audible as he does his best not to disturb her. 

after what feels like ages, you finish up the dishes, throw the towel back over the cupboard handle and make your way upstairs to the bathroom. as you reach the top of the stairs, you hear a gentle voice coming from harper's bedroom. the door is wide open, the only light being the warm yellow of the lamp on the landing flooding through the doorway and the soft pink glow of her flower shaped night light. you peek your head into the room to see matty perched on the little stool by the open side of her cot, book in hand. '..and then, a magical cloud appeared over the snowman..'

harper is lying tucked in under her favourite blanky and surrounded by plushies as he reads to her. her eyes are gently fluttering shut, although she's clearly trying to stay awake, gazing up at her dad in awe through yawns. you tiptoe over as quietly as possible. matty's eyes flick up towards you and he smiles before returning to the story. you stand listening to him, wondering how you got so lucky.

after a few moments you lean down over her and gently place a kiss on the top of her head. 'goodnight angel' you whisper, rubbing her soft cheek with the back of your hand before stepping back and letting matty finish the book. she's fully asleep by now, so he mutters a little 'blablabla, the end. goodnight munchkin'. he leans down and places a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose, making sure she's fully tucked in and covered before making his way back to you. 'fancy a bit of that wine?' he asks, closing the door over and stepping into the landing. 'ugh, you know me too well', you reply, kissing him before moving towards the stairs.

if you could have it your way you'd exist forever in that room, where you finally feel safe and truly comfortable. you and matty's little safe haven, forever <3

~

[itsaliveblog]

Okay I don't even go here but this cover apparently dropped and it's driving me insane.

What the fuck is going on with this guy.

I'm no wolf expert, here's an attempt with no reference, and with added sin-hiding floof

Hey not bad.

Alright, now what does the cover look like with this reference slapped on. I'll even add some distortion to try to match poses better. Ref, Ref at 50%, ref at 50% with some tweaks and wtf is in that blob??

Well, obviously some of it is floof, but, there's enough leg sticking out that we should be able to plot the legs. So...

Shoulders far enough forward to be a gorilla/bear? Shoulders back and even MORE floof?

Also what is this supposed to be? White fur on chest that somehow shows in silhouette? Snow? A hole???

So what? Occam's razor says it's probably AI, or low-effort drawing. But what if we can fix all this in one fell swoop???

Bam.

Anyway the anatomy is the worst of it but the posing is also awful. Were the instructions to make it look the least like a wolf they could manage? The butt is too high and the back isn't flat, and the tail is almost... Wait a second. My god...

[soup-fish]

I’m curious, what’re y’all’s drawing processes like? 

[3dpe]

 Long time no blog! I come bearing one nice gif, and 4 scenes of awful software gore.

As per the What’s Next post, I’ve been doing a lot of tidying up. The engine is now running nicely in Python 3, and the Core app is ready as soon as I finish some server work - so stay tuned for beta testing opportunities :)

I decided to spend some time in the Battle2.5D plugin - now renamed StageFight - since I overhauled a lot of UI and scripting code recently. The top gif shows the current status - still some bugs to fix - and the other 4 were stops along the journey. My favourite is the 4 ton Fishka.

Longtime listeners may remember this post, where I was trying to work out the in and outs of Pokémon Black/White’s battle staging. Well, I finally got to the bottom of it - story under the cut.

So, in the 5 years since that post, I’ve learned a lot of useless information, and some of that is how to track footage in 3D, using Blender.

Since I never had any luck getting the battle scene geometry out, and I really wanted to know some more intimate details like the camera’s field of view and positioning, I thought I’d try some reverse-engineering. As usual with my grand ideas, the line between genius and lunacy is fuzzy.

I started to track some normal old emulator footage, but sub-pixel fuzz was making accuracy impossible. You need 8 perfectly tracked points for blender to calculate the camera angle, and I barely managed 4 wobbly ones.

I soon lost patience and decided to look into uprezzing DesMuMe. I did some research and found an old, Japanese, windows-only 2014 build that someone had hacked to increase the resolution for models. Perfect!

I tried to record some more footage in OBS... but it was compressed to hell, and the big blobs of colour that endeared me to this generation were not getting me any sort of precision to track anyway. Another bust.

I realised my best chance at accurate tracking was going to be to make it render in wireframe. This is a pretty easy switch for OpenGL - you can just add a single line of code. Maybe I could get the source code and recompile it?

After a lot of searching, I did find the source code - but it was relying on libraries compiled in 2012, and would not compile at all. I also got very upset with Windows and Visual Studio, and had to steam off for a few days before trying anything else lol.

Of course... when I came back, I discovered the Mac version of DesMuMe has a setting called “GPU Scaling Factor”...

I felt very stupid.

DesMuMe is actually very easy to download and compile on Mac. After a bit of fiddling, I got my 4x scale precision wireframes! Some tracking in blender, and bam! Accurate camera positions, angles, and FOV.

Then I spent three days getting very upset, until a passing stranger explained to me the difference between left-handed and right-handed coordinates, and the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

At some point in the future, as part of the engine’s Help docs, I’ll post the .blend file publicly so that anyone can model custom battle backgrounds and plinths.

It’s very satisfying to solve a 5-year mystery like this. And also to know I never have to open Visual Studio again.

[gokurakuji]

❗️ tw: horror, implied death in the family, implied alcohol abuse

unpublished shorts

the death of kim seokjin (2015)

Seokjin realizes one of his earbuds died when he can hear the grit of his bicycle pedals.

Huffing, his breath paints an ashen fog on Gwacheon’s December canvas, another monotone colour to add to the pre-existing black and rat-gray from the chucked-off cement and stripped trees. He shoves his earbuds inside the pocket of his coat and the pedals grit louder.

Winter is harsh. Exams pile up and textbooks pages peel off and his father wants him to take politics.

His father wants many things. Seokjin just wants to go home and have somebody to eat cake with. Or have a cake, for God’s sake. Not one cake store is open at this hour. He can’t really pull his phone out of his trousers to check the exact time, but he’s passing by the park now. There’s an old clock by the entrance, a chunky monolog one with hands posing somewhere past 11:45. 

This time out, only high school kids are around, lumbering on weary legs and weary shoulders. He can spot a streak of black hair some distance in front of him, swallowed by a plait red muffler, and recognizes right away that it’s Hwayeon, the girl from the co-ed school he met in his hagwon. He pity-dated her a month ago. It lasted a week. She stormed away after he pushed her aside when she kissed him, smashing his mother’s antique Chinese cup to the floor. That’s probably why Seokjin remembers her back profile so well. It wasn’t like there was any other choice. He couldn’t possibly tell her he’s in love with his classmate: he goes to an all-boy’s school.

The blobs of school uniforms beside her must be her friends. Same drama. Not exactly a crowd he wants to say hi to, this, or any time, really. Seokjin curves his bicycle handle away and reroutes through the park. A long way home. But he needs it anyway. He needs time.

He doesn’t have time. No third year high school student has, in this education system.  The park is even darker, deserted. Throughout the holed pavements, the blinking light from the head of his bike leads the way, the metal nameplate of Oh Chungsoo on the lapel of his uniform jacket catching most of the glint.

The faint light is not emitting any heat to his chalk-white hands, fingertips frozen because of course he left his gloves in the drawer of his hagwon table. At least the weather numbs the blisters on his fingers, especially that one open cut he got from gripping his pen too stiffly. The blood had left a mark on Chungsoo’s Korean exam paper. Bright side: at least that’s the only red he’s getting on a paper this time.

It’s funny that he didn’t get caught. Sure, Chungsoo and he might stand out in a throng of PC-bang-bred high school boys, but they look nothing alike. 

“I look good, you look good,” Chungsoo explained to him once. Chungsoo’s room smelled like chainsmoker because it belonged to one. Seokjin doesn’t like cigarettes. It’s a pretty simple equation. Father smokes + Seokjin doesn’t like father = Seokjin doesn’t like cigarettes. “You ask a kid around, hey which one’s that Oh Chungsoo dude, and you say the shithead with the face. You show up and bam, you’re Oh Chungsoo.”

“We wear name tag pins.”

And really, Seokjin shouldn’t have said that because that was what started all this shit. 

Midway through the park, he starts to regret his cowardly decision to avoid Hwayeon. Because fuck, it’s subzero and creepy in this place. The can of milk tea in the pocket of his backpack has chilled from the cold and it must be his birthday by now. Birthday. He’ll eat cake beside a framed picture of his mother. His father will drink on the living room sofa and ask if he’s applied for politics yet to a good school. His brother would probably remember, if he’s sober enough. 

All of a sudden, on the path he’s biking on, the light from Seokjin’s bike spills over a misplaced, shadowy chunk, its bulk half on the grass and half on the dirt. 

He pedals an inch closer. One more inch. 

What is it? A dead animal? It’s too large to be a stray cat. The curiosity throws his mind off Chungsoo’s cigarettes and his father crying in front of a coffin and his brother’s voice singing him happy birthday. 

And he sees it.

There’s a body in a school uniform sprawled under his bicycle light.

It’s missing a head.

Seokjin’s thoughts black out with the grind of his pedals, wheels screeching to a stop as his foot pivots him to the ground. It lands on something wet and sticky and dirty red. Without the friction from the wheels, the light of his bike clips off. The last thing Seokjin sees is a name tag pin: 

Kim Seokjin.

[fizzy-dizz]

If I may ask how the heck do you your lineless art?,its so clean!

HI!!! LMAO thanks i try fhdsjkf

I use the Polygon shape tool on FireAlpaca (I’m not sure what the equivalent is on other art programs). it gives that nice pointy angular feeling which I dig alot (also free-handing lineless art is uuugughgfh tiring ngl)

TBH I’m not so good at explaining so, I made a GIF of my process instead, using a sonic sketch i couldnt be arsed to finish

SO BASICALLY its really just Sketch -> Shapes -> Details. The sketch doesn’t have to be Perfect because you’re gonna cover it up anyway lol it just has to be neat enough for you to trace on top

(LAYERS ARE A LIFESAVER USE LAYERS GOD)

Generally at first I use bright ugli colours, this is so I can distinguish the different shapes from each other better (i have bad eyes RIP) and THEN i slap on the normal colours at the end. 

When two of the same colours meet (such as Sonic’s muzzle and arm), I put a darker line in the middle to seperate the two. Add details such as slight lining on the edges to make sure the shapes don’t look like flat blobs :p

Use the polygon “select” tool if you wanna erase some bits, this is to keep the angular feel

I put a coloured background on so I could add details on the white areas (you obviously can’t see them on a white BG lmao)

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and BAM finished piece

[kpopficsincorporated]

NK (New Kid)

Pairings: Bang Chan x reader, Jimin x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance

Words: 2318

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a/n: alright, here is the first chapter. Let me know how you guys feel about it. I have a good chunk of the chapters planned already, so please anticipate!!

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Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

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Chapter 1

You were sitting where you usually sat – on the couch in the studio with Chan working away at the desk. You were sitting with your legs up and crossed on the couch, your books open all around you and your laptop in front of you as you typed away on a paper that you had started that day.

You had started your friendship with the boys 7 months ago. You had decided to spend all of your time studying in South Korea instead of going home back to the states. The night you met them was overwhelming but they grew on you and you grew on them. Now you spent most of your free time with them, still not having made any friends in college besides simple acquaintances. You had been working hard in school, not sure what you would do with your degree after. On the bright side, your Korean was much better and you could easily follow along with the boys conversation and were no longer left in the dark.

The boys worked hard to help you learn, especially Chan and Felix. If you started to look lost in a conversation they would take over and explain so that you could learn and keep up with the other boys.

Despite spending your time with all of the boys at first, you’d ended up gravitating more towards Chan. You were closest to him and spent a lot of one on one time with him.

Like now, you were in the studio with Chan, just sitting in each other’s presence. You also watched movies together when you guys had time, but you were mostly in the studio. You had never been able to spend time with the boys outside of their dorm or the JYP building, but they made it work.

“Okay, I think I’m ready for you,” Chan interrupted you mumbling over your paper, taking his headphones off. You looked up and then quickly back down at your things to move them off of you.

“Alright, let me hear,” you walked over to Chan, standing beside him and putting your arm around the back of his chair. He handed you the headphones and you listened to what he had prepared, memorizing it. Once it had ended, you spoke, “Again.”

Chan played the music a couple more times over before you were ready. “Okay, so, there is one part that is a little off on the bridge.” You pulled a chair up beside him, adjusting the mic to you. You sang what the bridge should do to make it sound right and Chan took that and added it to his already existing music. He played it back for you and approved.

“Okay, are you ready to add your parts?”

“Yeah. Play it from the beginning.” You had been helping Chan with harmonies since he learned you had a talent for it. You had done all kinds of choir from the age of 12, that listening for harmonies and correcting them were second nature. It was kind of a habit for you. If you listened to a song on the radio, it was a guarantee that you would harmonize. It was kind of your thing.

That was how Chan found out that you could sing. A couple of months after meeting the boys, they had left you at the dorm so they could go practice. You had a lot of studying and homework to do anyway, so you stayed behind willingly. You always put on music while doing your work to keep you from getting too bored. You had your speaker on and you were in the midst of performing a Disney song when you were caught. Chan was the first one to start clapping at the end of your performance, startling you.

He had then persuaded you to work with him. He had said he was struggling with some of his music, but you knew it was a lie. You still have no idea why he wanted your help, but you weren’t going to complain. It was fun and it was a way to spend time with him.

When you had finished helping him record, you made your way back to the couch to finish your paper – you only had two paragraphs left. Just as you had settled back into your place and rereading your paper, there was a knock at the door.

BamBam burst through the door, loudly announcing his presence.

“Wassup?” He made his way to Chan, doing some weird handshake and made his way to sit on the couch on the other side of you. “Yo, Y/N, wassup?” He looked like he was on top of the world and you couldn’t help but giggle, copying the handshake for his amusement.

“What brings you here on this fine day?” Chan asked, spinning his chair around and taking  a break from his work. BamBam leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, stealing a quick look your way before answering Chan.

“I actually need to talk to Y/N.” He leaned back, crossing his legs and turning his body towards you. “I kind of have a favor, but it’s not my favor, ya know?” you furrowed your brows, saving your document and placing your laptop on the coffee table in front of you.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Okay, so, you know how NK helped Jackson on his album?” Oh yeah, that was one of the biggest things you had done. Jackson had come in one day four months ago while you were helping Chan on a song, and once he heard your singing, he had begged you to feature on a song he was working on. You were really hesitant on putting your identity out there, not wanting all the fame that came with it. You liked your privacy and liked not being chased by cameras.

Jackson solved your identity issue and gave you a stage name: NK (New Kid). NK featured on Jackson’s album and had become very popular among both the fans and other artists. JYP had you sign a contract to help protect you in case anything happened. You were officially but really unofficially a JYP artist. Only on paper though; you were very adamant on your identity being hidden. They had you create an Instagram and twitter account so that people had something to follow. You posted when you could and it kept people somewhat satisfied. There was still a lot of speculation as to who NK could be and you were once almost caught – all because Jackson wanted to go out and celebrate his album being released. Luckily you were decked out in dark, way too big for you clothes and Jackson had given you a mask and sunglasses to hide your face (just in case). Good thing, too. Neither of you realized that you were being followed. You were lucky that the restaurant you went to eat at had a secluded area where you could dine in privacy. There were all kinds of rumors going around and all the internet has is a blob of black clothing to speculate who you could be.

“And?” you asked, wondering where he could be going with this. Was there another picture of you circulating out there? Did they find out who you were?

“I have a friend who would like to work with you on a song.” Your eyes widened. Someone else wanted to work with you?

“Me? What? Why?” you asked in rapid succession.

“Who wants to work with her?” Chan asked instead, drawing Bam’s attention away from you.

“Kook,” was all he answered before turning back to you, only to notice your eyes basically popping out of your head.

“You’re lying,” you shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy beside you on the couch. “Am I being pranked right now?” You knew exactly who ‘Kook’ was. Everyone who knew Bam, knew who he was. Kook a.k.a. Jungkook from BTS. Bam literally never stops talking about that particular friend plus all of the other 97 liners in that group chat.

Bam Bam just started laughing, as he put your finger down himself. “No, I’m serious. Kook heard you feature on Jackson’s album and has been your fanboy since. He was actually pissed that I wouldn’t tell him who you were. He’s been begging me to ask you for a feature for months.”

“Oh my gravy,” you looked at Chan, who was sitting too still for you not to notice. When you call his name, he takes one look at you and relaxes. He smiles and you feel better. “Before I decide, can I meet with him? There’s a lot of secrecy that has to be involved with me.” You turn your attention back to Bam Bam.

“Yeah, one sec,” Bam hits a number on speed dial and it starts ringing immediately. Your eyes widen in horror as he clicks the speaker phone.

“I DIDN’T MEAN RIGHT N-“

“Hello,” answers an eager male voice.

“Hey, dude. She wants to talk to you,” Bam hands his phone to you, smiling mischievously. You glare at him as you take the phone.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you greet with forced enthusiasm. Not because you didn’t want to speak to Jungkook, but because Bam Bam had forced you to do it now when you were wholly unprepared.

“H-hello, Miss NK,” he sounds nervous. You snort in a very unlady like manner that makes a smile flit across Chan’s features.

“There’s no ‘Miss’ needed, Jungkook. We’re the same age and you debuted before I even showed up in South Korea. If anyone should be respectful with their greetings, it should have been me. I’m sorry I greeted you so casually.” You hear his chuckle over the phone.

“I thought you were like, way older than me and I was super nervous about it.”

“Geez, Bam. You could have at least told him my age.” Said boy simply shrugged like it wasn’t his problem. “So, Jungkook, Bam tells me you want to collab?”

“Yes, absolutely. Your voice is really unique and I like it a lot. I do a lot of covers for my fans but I want to release a special song that I think they would love. But, the thing is, I need a female voice for my song.”

“Why me and not one of the staff members? I remember one of your members using a staff member in Seesaw.” You knew which member, but you weren’t gonna openly say it.

“Yeah, but that was for an album. And she got a lot more attention than she wanted. So I wanted to work with someone else,” there was a pause like he wanted to say something else. A hesitation before he spoke again. “I’m a really big fan of your voice. I would be extremely honored if I could work with you.”

You thought about it for a second before replying. It’s not like you’ve never featured before. And you were sure your surprisingly growing fan base would be happy to hear from you again. But there was still something you had to discuss with him.

“Before I agree to anything, there is something you have to understand,” you started, gathering his full attention. He hummed in affirmation. “No one can find out who I am. I’m more than just some hidden artist. I have a life outside of the music and if I’m found out, it can cause a lot of trouble for me. If I do this with you, you have to swear that you won’t sell me out.”

“I would never do such a thing! I promise! I won’t tell anyone anything. Please work with me,” Jungkook pleaded through the phone. You couldn’t say no to that. You’d be a terrible person if you turned him down now.

“Okay, I’ll work with y-“

“YES! You won’t regret it. This is going to be so much fun, I’m so excited to work with you.” You could hear his genuine excitement. It was almost palpable, even through the phone.

“Do you mind if we meet in person before we work on anything? I trust that you won’t talk, but you still have to sign a contract. JYP’s rules.”

“Yeah, totally. Whatever you need.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“When are you available?”

“I can meet you whenever tomorrow. We’re on a break right now.”

“Okay, can you come to the JYP building tomorrow? I’ll have someone meet you downstairs and you can come up to the studio to talk.”

“Okay, just text me the time!” You bid him goodbye and you huff back into the couch as Bam hangs up. You glare at him.

“Because you didn’t give me a chance to think everything over before speaking to him, you can get him from downstairs.” You would not be lenient today, you will resist Bam’s charms.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mock salutes you as he gets up from the couch to leave. “Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I’m pretty sure you just made Jungkook’s entire year.” He leaves with a final smile before you’re left alone with Chan once more.

“You were pretty quiet during the call.” When you give him your undivided attention, you notice how tense he is. “Can you do me a favor tomorrow, Chan?”

“What’s that?” he asks as he forces himself to sit back in the chair. He’s giving you a look that you can’t decipher.

“Can you please be there with me tomorrow? I don’t want to be left alone.” Chan smiles, getting up and sitting beside you on the couch. He wraps one arm around your shoulder and the other takes one of your hands.

“Of course. I’m always there for you, you know that.” His words make butterflies explode in your stomach and you’re perfectly content to stay where you are right now forever. And that sudden thought scares you.

[houkagokappa]

Sarazanmai episode 9 thoughts and impressions

The episode starts out intense. Enta’s taken to a hospital and Kazuki’s left worrying for him. The cuts are short. Instead of focusing on Enta’s surgery we get to see Sara work on Keppi. Since he's turn into a blob of ice he’s slippery and glides away from her, gets run over by a car and breaks down into smaller pieces. It’s a really bizarre scene, especially when you watch it for the first time on a slightly wonky stream.

There are shots during Keppi’s “idou-chuu/on the move” scene that might be actual photographs, same with the first shot after the opening. It’s so realistic looking I swear it’s actual film. I think it fits well, it adds to the weirdness, but doesn’t stick out too much. This really is a Nobuyuki Takeuchi episode.

Tooi and Chikai have some down time on boat when Tooi finds a gun in Chikai’s possession. However, before he has time to react to it Sara’s show starts playing and Chikai who’s been sleeping is about to wake up and notice him, so Tooi jumps back and starts watching TV instead. Tooi finds out about Enta’s death and that his brother hung out with him for a while. The news claim that Chikai is the perpetrator. Tooi is upset and would contemplate on returning, if not for the fact that he’s all Chikai has, which is why Tooi decided to stay with him. Chikai repeats his line of how “only the bad guys survive in this world” which is chilling to hear.

Kazuki tries to tell some cops the truth of what happened, but since they’re being controlled by the otters they don’t believe him. The candy Chikai gave Enta is what frames him. Otone shows up and speaks in the kindest and softest voice possible. It’s been a while since we’ve heard her and I’m reminded of how much I love her. Kazuki laments the fact that no one believes him and pleades for someone to save him and for Tooi to come back. This is only the beginning of all the heartbreaking scenes episode 9 will throw at us.

Tooi and Chikai reach their destination and meet Masa, Chikai’s friend from before. Masa’s super excited to meet  Chikai again and to see Tooi. It’s an odd bit of some comedy between all the pain, but probably needed just for that.

Then we jump over to Kawauso Kouban where Reo’s having a delusion. He tries Mabu’s ningyou-yaki and they taste just like they used to! He eats them eagerly and gives Mabu a passionate naked hug. Then there’s an otter that turns off the lights, takes the stage and starts singing into a microphone. That’s the scene. Oh and someone’s holding on to Mabu’s mechanical heart. It’s a bit worrisome.

Sara has collected all the pieces of Keppi and starts gluing them together. She succeeds in piecing him back together. He doesn’t look exactly the same, but good enough! In Sara’s words; whatever form he takes he’s wonderful!

Tooi buys some lollipops and I suspect that the guy he buys them from is voiced by Ikuhara, but I’ll have to check the credits to be sure (I checked and he’s not listed at all). He talks in a weird voice and ends the interaction with “merci” which is an interesting choice in Japan.

Kazuki and Otone have another discussion where they’re mostly whispering and it’s like music to my ears. This reminds me of some of the scenes Utena and Anthy had together while they were sharing the same bed. It sounds very comforting. Otone also shares some details from her and Enta’s past that the novel mentioned but episode 3 left out, how they were abroad and Enta spent most of his time alone before he met Kazuki. We get another flashback scene to their first meeting and it’s super cool because Kazuki repeats the same lines he used when Enta was having his delusions in episode 3! Only here he got to hear them for real!! The music is also great, it’s another version of Enta’s theme and it’s really beautiful! I love how they turned everything around here, not just for one of Enta’s delusions, but for several of them (not the kiss though). 

The animation when Kazuki falls down on his knees is really nice. it’s a bit more sketchy that what Sarazanmai has been so far, but it stands out in a good way.

Anyway, then Enta appears in his kappa form. Keppi showed up and turned him, but he’s not completely back. He only has a limited time left before he’s gone for good. His sara has turned into a timer “Dead or Alive”. Don’t you love all these dualities in Sarazanmai?

The item for this episode is “Tokarev” which is a gun (and also a movie starring Nicolas Cage). It’s a Russian gun from the WWII era and it hasn’t been used in Japan, although a copy of that gun (the type 55 pistol) is apparently popular among the yakuza, so there’s our connection.

Chikai and Masa had some grief, Chikai shoots Masa which shocks Tooi. I think he might be starting to question his brothers actions some more. Immediately after that he runs into more guys from the organization. Chikai shoots one of them, they start shooting back and Tooi gets involved as well, possibly to Chikai’s dismay?

THEN IT’S TIME FOR REO TO ACT OUT WEST SIDE STORY. It starts out fun, Reo’s so happy he’s getting Mabu back he’s bought wine and Mabu’s favourite pancakes. HOWEVER. Mabu’s not home. He’s having maintenance. The funny peeping Reo image isn’t as fun anymore as it’s revealed he’s looking at the otter uhh... taking out Mabu’s hear to ...lick it.

Mabu’s completely nude. This is really lewd. Reo’s shocked the otter maintenancing Mabu looks like him. The otter taunts him and it’s horrible. It’s also a pretty cool scene with lots of important new information that I'll talk about more once we get the subs.

Reo only needs one more plate, which is currently in Kazuki’s possession. He and Haruka have a cute little talk about how Kazuki will save Enta, but also how Kazuki saved Enta and how both Haruka and Enta have been wishing for Kazuki’s happiness, which came true.

Tooi confronts Chikai on what their relationship is about. Chikai points a gun at Tooi’s head and we hear a shot. BAM! Time for the ending!

“I want to connect, but I cannot go along”

In the after credits scene it’s revealed that it wasn’t Chikai who shot his gun, but someone who shot Chikai. Then we get about 3 minutes worth of a painful death scene sprinkled with memories and moments from Tooi’s and Chikai’s childhood. It’s a really powerful scene. I like the effect it gets from being so absurdly long. This is also a clear death scene, you don’t show this and have the character return for the finale. 

Wow two episodes in a row that ends in deaths. Will it be Mabu’s or Reo’s next? I can’t believe we only have two episodes left!! They’ve packed so much into these episodes almost anything could happen...

[bigskydreaming]

Okay but AU where DC doesn’t really fucking hate all of the Titans’ kids for some reason, and also all obviously LGBTQ+ characters get to be canon LGBTQ+, and all the Titans live together in the Tower and raise their kids, like....communally. Because they’re a fucking family, duh.

So Dick and Kory had Ma’ri but then ultimately split up on amicable terms and still co-parent Ma’ri....while Kory ends up with Donna and raises Robert with her, who didn’t die and will never grow up to become an evil megalomaniac, because that’s dumb and I hate it, thanks. Meanwhile, Dick will eventually end up with Kyle who stays a Titan because I said so and if Hal Jordan wants the League so bad he can keep it, Titans Forever. And also, Kyle will end up somehow retrieving a baby version of Saarko from a parallel timeline where he didn’t get erased and will never grow up to become an evil megalomaniac, because that’s dumb and I hate it, thanks.

So you’ve got Dick and Kyle raising Saarko and co-parenting Ma’ri with Donna and Kory who are also raising Robert. Then you add in Garth & Dolphin and their son Cerdian, and Wally and Linda & the twins and Linda is snarky and wonderful and has lots of opinions on how fucking weird her life has become, but look, she’s not gonna say no to help raising speedster children, because she’s snarky and wonderful AND intelligent like that.

And Roy of course has Lian who will never ever ever die because I just made her immortal, bam, Roy’s descended from Vandal Savage, Lian inherited immortality, fucking deal with it DC. And because I ship JayRoy when I’m not shipping JayKyle because I’m busy shipping DickKyle, Jason eventually comes back to life a la canon and falls in love with Roy’s face because its a very nice face, that sorta thing happens. And so you’ve also got Jason as a Titan now, grudgingly except not really bc he secretly loves it, the big nerd, and he and Roy co-raise Lian and also foster Grant Emerson because DC should never have stopped letting Roy foster Grant, that was their first mistake, duh. Well, by first I mean ten million bajillionth, but you get it.

But also also you’ve got Mal and Karen and their daughter because why the fuck not, I would like to know, and you’ve also got Auntie Rae-rae who ends up fostering a teenage Misfit at some point, perhaps with Aunt Lilith, which is a ship that literally just popped into my head five seconds ago but now I MUST have it and crave it like sushi, just go with it. And I think we’re all clear on the homoerotic subtext but also text text that has always existed between Cyborg and Beast Boy aka Uncle Vic and Uncle Monkey, and because all Titans are now LGBTQ+ because its The Law, they’re also a pair never to be separated by death or reboot, just fucking try it.

Also Supergirl is there, but like, the real Supergirl, not the alien blob Supergirl, because she should have always been there, massive oversight there, DC, wow, how embarrassing for you guys, and Leonid and Pantha and Baby Wildebeest kinda like....exist somewhere in all there bc tbh I never really cared about them all that much but I mean fuck it, they deserve to be happy to and the Theme of this AU is fuck your Canon, DC, all Titan children are immortal, because Roy and Jason raised their daughter right and Lian like....knows how to share? Immortality? I guess? Look, I don’t get comic book science either, I just know it works however the hell we want it to work so bam. Immortal kiddos.

And then Jericho comes back to life, but in a non evil way that has nothing to do with Slade and allows him to be the best Uncle Joey of all Uncle Joeys because look you gotta have an Uncle Joey and he WOULD clearly be the best at being an Uncle Joey, John Stamos could never.

And then like, maybe he joins Dick and Kyle because why the hell not, they could make it work, and the gayness that flowed forth from every panel in which Jericho stood in his underwear next to Dick in...well...anything, like....that was a lot of gayness, and it deserves to be acknowledged.

And then idk, Monitors occasionally show up to try something with this particular universe, because they’re just like that and also are losers with no hobbies, but with the power invested in me by this being my fucking AU, I just smite them and declare it a No Monitor Zone because look, let’s be honest, does ANYBODY even like the concept of Monitors and Anti-Monitors or can I get a consensus on how they’re really just dumb and don’t need to be A Thing. 

And that was rhetorical, hence this is a magic AU in a bubble that remains untouched and unchanged by all Infinite Crises until the end of time and also after because like....just settle down DC and write your fucking stories without constantly trying to revise the first five chapters over and over, every fanfic writer knows that doesn’t get you anywhere. Srsly, just level up already, we’re tired.

[kingtwelvesixteen]

Level up!

Visualization: Lv 2 --> Lv 6

I’ve been purposefully training my ability to visualize things in my head by like, stating out-loud what my brain sees when it’s clear enough and also just doing a lot of visualization in general - especially at night in bed and in the shower since I have nothing else to do at those times anyways. And just like that, BAM, my visualization skills have improved! I just got a big jump like 9 minutes ago in the shower too.

In the past month I’ve gone from trying to visualize an apple and getting an almost shaped right red blob with an almost shaped right brown blob on top (and not being good enough to get a third color in a little green leaf on the stem (‘cause that’s how generic iconized apples look like)) to being able to make fluid animations of iconized faces! And like, add extra eyes then give the eyes each individual pairs of glasses and make it look super dumb! My imagination grows ever more powerful!

It’s great! And now I kind of can’t stop visualizing little animations of like, pokemon faces and stuff, though I’m pretty sure my brain will stop that once it gets used to the ability. Until then, I’ll just have to deal with smiling constantly at the novelty of imagining an absol repeatedly opening new eyes all over their body, every two of which have a pair of glasses attached at a random angle.

Pffft, it looks so dumb, it’s great. I can’t even fully visualize all the details of the stupidity yet but it’s still amazing.

TL:DR:

I learned to make terrible animation memes in my head and keep doing ones about eyes and glasses. Take that internet! I’ve one-upped you! *visualizes donning a pair of sunglasses and driving off into the sunset*

[thevintagebluebird]

Unpinned - Vodka Sauce Chicken Zucchini Noodles

Since our last meeting, I have stopped cooking all our meals at home. As a result I am now broke and have gained two pounds. It’s a sad state of affairs, folks. Two business trips and BAM. Ordering takeout every night like my life depends on it. In a weak effort to get back into the cooking game (and eat a meal that might clock in at less than 1,000 calories) I busted out the ole’ Pinterest board and whipped up this sad effort. Join me as we explore what went wrong with: vodka sauce chicken zucchini noodles.

It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Creamy, glistening, a rich golden color - I’m getting hungry just looking at it.

Verdict: Is the Pintrest photo complete bullshit? - Yeah, a little. ‘Cause like EVERY SINGLE DISH I try to make with zucchini noodles, the sauce instantly turned into water. This despite salting the zoodles for nearly an hour and rolling them up TIGHTLY in paper towels.

Is it crazy expensive/time consuming/confusing? - It calls for about 40+ minutes of cooking, and working with two people overlapping tasks it took us a solid hour, but that’s not far from the estimate. Not expensive tho.

Does it taste good? - It’s solidly okay, but not for the amount of time it takes.

Vodka Sauce Chicken Zucchini Noodles

Prep time: 15 mins, cook time: 45 mins

Ingredients

3 to 4 zucchini

2 tablespoons olive oil

12 ounces boneless skinless chicken breasts

1 teaspoon dried thyme

salt and pepper , to taste

FOR THE VODKA SAUCE

1 tablespoon unsalted butter

2 tablespoons olive oil

4 garlic cloves , minced

2 tablespoons tomato paste

1 can (14.5 oz) low sodium diced tomatoes

1/2 cup vodka

1 cup 2% milk

1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese

Instructions

Peel zucchini lengthwise with a vegetable peeler to create long strips.

Lay zucchini strips flat on a paper towel-lined baking sheet; set aside to dry.

Heat 2 tablespoons olive oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat.

Season chicken breasts with thyme, salt and pepper; add to skillet and cook for 4 minutes per side, or until cooked through.

Remove from skillet; cut into strips and set aside. Cover to keep warm.

In the same skillet, heat the butter and olive oil over medium heat.

Add garlic and tomato paste and cook for 30 seconds, or until fragrant.

Okay, I just read that the blog author doesn’t want the entire recipe posted on other blogs, so if you’d like to see the final steps just click here for her full recipe. Or read on and see how I royally muck it up!

First off get yourself a sous chef, ‘cause this recipe would take probably two hours if you don’t get the chicken cooking long before the whole zucchini nonsense is done. Found this guy in my living room, so he’ll do.

I found this recipe on a website called ‘Diethood’, which is not nearly as whimsical a blog name as our usual fare, but I’m seriously trying to eat better. However, our mom-of-two blog author Katerina reassures me that her site is NOT about diet food, but rather the sum of everything you eat. M’kay. ...wait, she has some BOMB ass cookie recipes on there, so there might be some truth in that. Hmm, haven’t done a desert in a while...

Assemble yo shiz-nit! Favorite purchase of all my unpinned adventures? Vodka. Also please note the glaring lack of tomato paste. I ended up using a blob of leftover turkey bolognese from last night’s dinner instead. 

Casually peel a heaping pile of zucchini into delicate little strips! Ha ha just kidding, struggle and nearly slice your knuckles off trying to use a 2$ plastic peeler to get anything resembling a noodle strip from a zucchini. Wish desperately you had a mandolin, then remember the horror from working in a restaurant kitchen with a mandolin. There was so much blood. Decide you don’t want a mandolin.

My ever-cheerful sidekick prepares to cook all the chicken at once. Although I’m the more adventurous (and definitely more focused/driven) cook in the house, I will give him one thing: this man cooks meat *perfectly*. For some reason I often over or undercook our chicken just a bit (or undercook and immediately overcook in an attempt to undo my undercooking), but with what looks like zero effort his chicken always comes out moist and exactly right. I don’t know how he does it.

Three pans at once. A bold move, Cotton. Let’s see how it plays out for him.

Chicken in progress, I asked my sous chef to squeeze half a dozen lemons for whiskey sours - it’s a good backup plan. If the recipe comes out terrible, at least everyone will be tipsy off of the cocktails and may not notice as much!

About halfway through fighting with my impossible-to-grip zucchini I had an epiphany. What the hell was I doing? I have a SPIRALIZER. So half our zoodles were curly and flat and the other half were straight and flat. I do what I want. I ain’t a part of the SYSTEM. I BREAK RULES.

Use literally half a roll of paper towels in a desperate effort to avoid the pitfall you experience EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. you try to cook with zoodles - watery sauce. Surely if I wrap them up like a sleeping bag and salt them and leave them forever I can avoid the water breakage I always end up with?

In case you’ve ever wondered what our poorly stocked, desperately outdated kitchen actually looks like, here it is in most of its early-80s glory. We make it work.

Checking the chicken. The one cooked in the older, thinner pan is done, the rest need more time. Such is life with mismatched, hand-me-down cookware.

OK NOW IT’S GO TIME! Bust out yo vodka! Dump in in your sauce! Be alarmed at how overwhelmingly your kitchen now smells like a dive bar!

The sauce is definitely looking like a sauce. A really, really boozy sauce that sort of stings your eyes. I trust that science will indeed burn off most of the alcohol. It calls for ten minutes of simmering but your guests are already arriving so we might just have to have sauce with an illegal alcohol content.

TOSS IT ALL IN DA PAN! Notice that lovely sauce we used to have now looks like orange water. Crap.

Plate that stuff. It looks nothing like the Pinterest photo. The sauce is broth. All is lost.

Serve it to your poor unsuspecting game mates and watch as they all try to comfort you that it’s ‘really quite good!’ and ‘it’s okay the sauce is watery’! But you know the truth. The zoodles have defeated you once again.

Final final verdict: Once again, I THINK this could be a recipe I’d do again, if I could just defeat the water sauce. It’s pretty tasty. I think if I just threw the zoodles into their own frying pan and the chicken into the sauce, then strained/dried the zoodles, plated them, and THEN drizzled the sauce right on top (rather than heating it all together at the end) this might work. If I try again I’ll let you guys know.

[ecotone99]

[MF] Neon

Everything starts to blur, slowly everything turns into bright neon clolors. The tight grip on my arm starts to dissappear. I can't see anyone else, nothing but my hand and the colors starting to form around me. Racing my mind goes into a frenzy as the colors take shape and form demons of different shape, size, and hue around me. Only recognizable by their horns. One starts to get closer to me and I try to back away. But the demon does not stop its advance until it is ontop of me. It seems to want to kill its prey. I push it away as hard as I can. "NO DON'T TOUCH ME". My screems seem to want to escape my mouth but never do. Instead a massed blob of sounds seems to come out of my mouth instead. Suddenly BAM. A blast is heard and I feel an incredible force come out of my hand. Everything around me seems to freeze. What was that, how did I do that. The demons around me are all frozen in place, motionless. Suddenly the one ontop of me wimpers a little before slowly keeling over and falling on the ground. The other demons seem concerned. I give another blast. They scramble, all running away, as they become the prey. I let out blast after blast fly from my hand, each one forcing my hand back the same as the last. I don't know what this force is but its giving me relief, letting me live. And like that I rid myself of the demons infesting my sight. Except for two. There are two fighting each other until one sees me and releases its grip on the other and runs. The other one just stands there, motionless. I raise my hand hoping to repeal another monster. He steps toward me. BAM! He seems shocked but continues his march. BAM! Stumbling he doesn't stop. BAM, BAM, BAM! He falls ontop of me. As I also fall. The world becomes clear again and I begin to focus. Ben, my only brother is front of me. Blood soaked we fall together back to down to earth. With it the realization comes crashing down on me as my back hits the floor. As he lands on top of me blood from his lungs comes out and covers my chest.

Hey so I had to fill this with 500 words but honestly I cant come up with anything extra to add on to this wothout breaking how it feels. So im gonna write about how I wrote this down here instead. It actualy started three years ago with a health class project about drugs. This was actually based on the end to a game called Infamous: First Light. But I couldnt remember how the ending went and at the time I couldnt replay the game so I just went off of memory. And I ended up writing 12 pages. Needless to say the rest were shit and I was only happy with this part. But it did get me an A so somewhat win. Also when I was presenting it was so great because everyone was bored from all the presentations and hearing about everything. Then I came in and was watching some of the kids sleep. I did a quick review and it was kind of the end of the class so it was expected. Nobody was paying any attention and I was sweating balls. Then when I was done the teacher asked me to read a segment. I read out this part and I kid you not everyone went from bored as hell to staring at me intensly, not a single person was asleep anymore and I just about did a double take when I looked up after reading. Unfortunatley I do not have the rest of the pages anymore and all I have left is this segment. So rip. Anyways thx for reading.

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