#given up on trying to be cool on this website

[gemini-queen42]

Told my friend I was planning to draw this & When I asked her why she immidiately deduced that Gaston was the one giving birth, she said (1: ive made related jokes b4, but two-) "you tend to punish men for their sins."

And we'll. Can't argue with that. Anyways, this meme:

Gaston please Beau was just born he hasn't had time to grow into his features yet... *

[Ref and rambling under cut]

Ref image:

(*Which Are mostly Gastons actually, just w/ Lefous height and build. (and even then, grown Beau has noticeably broader shoulders than Lefou lol))

(Srry This is the only real drawing of the lad I have but u get the vision)

The kid that Actually has mostly Lefou's features would probably be Birdy, who mostly just takes Gast's height & eye color

I would've added a mini comic bit of the girls saying stuff but I got lazy :P

[megumi-fm]

hi i have been inactive for a while due to the chk chk boom. hope you understand.

[clumsypuppy]

man ok so you know the spiciness scale on menus that show you how spicy a dish is so you can order based on your tolerance. can we have that for sauces too please

[foldingfittedsheets]

It started with cantrips, which is why it took people a while to notice. The first few events were people on the news talking about how they’d been needing a light and then suddenly they’d waved a hand and said words and there was light. No one really believed them but as more reports were verified suddenly more people came forward with even less believable stories of what everyone really didn’t want to call magic. Even though it was pretty obviously magic. Spectral floating hands grabbing things that were out of reach, whispered messages that reached their friend seated too far away to hear them.

An EMT who whispered a word and suddenly saved a dying man.

Then the darker stories started filtering in. 

Words spoken in anger causing explosions. Poison spewing forth from a hand gesture. One person gave a retort so witty that someone was hospitalized. 

Everyone was scared, but the nerds started to figure it out fastest. It sure wasn’t the scientists who were doing the equivalent of crying on the floor in the fetal position in their respective labs while reports poured in globally of these occurrences. A growing movement online started spreading lists. They had all the blessings people might have gotten and regardless of how many people scoffed no one could really deny that every instance of magic correlated to a website listing the cantrips in Dungeons and Dragons. People pooled their collective resources to help quantify what was happening and facts started to emerge.

Everybody got one. You had to be at least thirteen to use the magic. That pretty much summed up the only other common denominators. Otherwise it seemed completely random, the magic didn’t line up with any existing character traits. You just unlocked one piece of magic each. People with aggressive cantrips were almost loaded up into camps for suddenly being so dangerous- however many hit points real humans had it was apparently not a big number. A lot more deaths occurred than anyone could feasibly track and the global population panicked.

The legislation for the camps got struck down. There were riots and confusion and for a while everything was pretty chaotic. Firebolts and Eldritch Blasts went off from sheer exuberance as much as anything else. Amidst the rioting were people just living their lives, not using their cantrips. It took a while for things to settle down, but humans can get used to most anything if given enough time.

Almost everybody scanned the list to figure out which they got, but someone with Chill Touch just enjoyed frostier beverages than most even if it made you think about death more to drink something after the skeleton hand had been wrapped around it. At least it looked cool. Most people didn’t really do anything other than play around. A youtuber who had gotten Shape Water suddenly surged in popularity as she pivoted her channel to creating beautiful patterns with colored water. Other online personalities quickly followed and those with combat focused magic set up backyard target practice to show off. Some fires resulted as well as numerous noise complaints and a law was passed limiting where people could practice magic. It was virtually unenforceable but the people in charge were trying to keep a grip on the situation.

Noticeably the largest subset of the population that used their magic were those who had gotten Spare the Dying. Every government turned out the call that such individuals would receive a generous stipend for taking to the hospitals and stabilizing the sick and injured. Death rates dropped substantially, but it was still only a cantrip. Cancer marched on, but many got to live after miraculous recoveries.

Months passed and things started to become a little more normal. There were still debates about what had caused it and how to regulate magic but day to day life settled down. Speculations over what the long term ramifications would be continued as well as why those cantrips. Wizards of the Coast refused to comment for the first six months, closing its doors to the rioting and keeping them closed. At the end of six months they abruptly published a new line of cantrip cards with all kinds of utility and no combat usage whatsoever. The internet exploded and the government wasn’t pleased, but nothing happened. No one got any new magic. People wondered if those under thirteen would manifest the new stuff, but no one did. They just blew out their thirteenth birthday candles and got handed a cantrip like everyone else. 

A year later a mechanic in rural Canada was peering into the engine of a busted car. He realized he needed some lubricant and instead of reaching for his can he waved a hand and splattered the car with Grease that had burst from his hand. He was a calm sort of fellow so he called up the local news and said there was more magic. They asked first what cantrip he had- folks who received Prestidigitation had made a number of false alarms on receiving additional magic. The mechanic told them his cantrip was Infestation which he’d never had cause to use after figuring it out. 

The press descended and demanded a demonstration. Most people had read up on the basic rules of magic at that point, so everyone understood when the mechanic said they’d have to wait until the next day. A media storm went up the next day with headlines blaring that first level magic had been unlocked after the passing of the lunar new year. 

A wide contingent had been waiting for this opportunity. The spell list went out again amidst less panic but more chaos. There was a rash of identity thefts no could trace and eventually people realized Disguise Self posed a significant challenge to daily life. Celebrities had trouble convincing people they were who they said as random citizens took their faces on numerous joyrides. A scandal broke when it turned out an A list actor had hired someone else to play them while they went on vacation but the details were kept very hush hush.

Hospitals called out desperately for anyone with healing magic and most of those blessed with Cure Wounds and Healing Word answered. People with Goodberry formed community food kitchens and for the first time it seemed like hunger could actually be eliminated. Veterinary offices and zoos made special positions for those who could cast Animal Friendship and Speak with Animals.

A celebrity chef hit the jackpot with Purify Food and Drink and made a whole spinoff series where she went dumpster diving and made five star meals out of rotting leftovers. Several people changed careers entirely to lend their services to study ancient texts with Comprehend Languages. Even one hour a day led to huge leaps in discovery and understanding of ancient civilizations. 

A small murmur of worry followed the new influx of skills and power. What would happen when more magic was unlocked? The amount of people now running around with dangerous combat spells was even greater than before. Would people have to worry about necromancy? New crimes were being invented faster than laws could keep up as magic was put to novel and interesting uses. 

A year passed and everyone waited with bated breath for the lunar new year, but nothing happened. 

But I’m pretty sure I figured it out. We got handed cantrips. And we waited a year for first level spells. I’m pretty sure it’s one more year, and then things will really start to get interesting.

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[mitoconniedria]

Very random but holy fuck I forgot how nice it feels to have an actually supportive person as your academic advisor. Like, I just met my new one today and?? She's so?? Helpful??? I literally cried because of it, omg

[kurooh]

★ EPISODE 02. SLOTH

SUMMARY. a certain producer has been bothering shinsou since before the set up with hanta—you’re urgently wanted in a video with UA bombshell todoroki shoto! how exciting and nervewracking; he’s only one of your biggest fantasies, right? oh, and it looks like it’s shower scene too . . will he live up to your expectations?

WARNINGS. 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, awkwardness. wc / 6.1k

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shinsou calls you when the sun is sinking below the horizon and its colors are bleeding through the sky in picturesque streaks. you’re standing in front of the window when you pick up your phone, body thoroughly relaxed since returning from a trip to a nearby spa. tokyo is still very new to you, but it was hanta who’d kindly given you the recommendation.

“hey. sero told me the shoot went well. is that accurate or is he pulling my leg?”

his voice crackles through the phone and you just laugh at the idea of hanta playfully messing with people. it suits him, and makes him all the more attractive.

the shoot did go well—actually, that’s an extremely mild way to put it. your debut shoot had gone much better than you could’ve expected it to; your co-star is just being modest. still, even hours later, you can feel him on your skin.

not the grip of his hands on your waist as he positioned you on his lap, nor the pleasant sting of his teeth grazing along your lip in the middle of a graceless kiss.

once the cameras had stopped rolling, hanta helped to sit you up so that you could be comfortable against the cushions. instead of collecting his clothing off the floor and getting dressed, he’d just walked butt-ass naked around the whole room to find a pack of baby wipes. he tore them open and sank to his knees in front of you, as if to worship. gently, without haste, he began to clean the mess away from your inner thighs and pelvis.

when you flinched from the coolness of the wipe, he only ran his fingers along the curve of your hip and apologized, reminding you to stay still nonetheless. in comparison to the shoot, it was soft. entirely genuine and completely caring.

and it surprised you more than you expected it to. such a simple act of respect and compassion, and yet it’s all you can feel hours later. oh, and he was close—so close that you could see the light freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.

“he’s just being modest,” you’re trying to think of a way to explain that you really liked hanta without divulging too much about the shoot. if he wants details, he can watch the video when it’s uploaded to UA’s website. “we actually connected right off the bat. he really helped me to get past my nerves, and it was a perfect introduction to UA.”

shinsou hums thoughtfully, “i’m happy to hear that. since i’m still in my office, do you want me to add him to your yes list? if you’re still thinking about it, i suppose i can do it another—”

you don’t mean to cut him off, but you do. filming with hanta in the future? where can you sign up? “yeah, put his name down. thanks, shinsou.”

the clacking of a keyboard makes itself heard on his end as he adds hanta to the list. 

“oh, i’ve gotta ask. are you up for a shoot the day after tomorrow? i know it’s kind of fast to be scheduling you, but there’s a producer that wants you in a video. he’s been asking since before i scheduled you with sero.”

“do you have any details on it? or should i just show up and find out?”

“never do that,” shinsou chuckles, checking his inbox on his work computer. it doesn’t take long for him to find the email he’s looking for. “producer wants to pair you with todoroki shoto. the set isn’t at the studio, like it was today. you’d be filming at a condo in koto-ku.”

it isn’t very far from your apartment or UA studios, but the detail about the off-studio set isn’t what catches your attention. it’s the name of your potential co-star, todoroki shoto. you know him as well as any thirsty fan does. he’s a fucking knockout, and you’ve always wanted to meet him in person. even just meeting him at an adult trade show and shaking his hand would give you enough masturbation material for an entire year!

you try to keep the earnest excitement out of your voice by reminding yourself that this is a professional phone call with your manager about your job, not an invitation to join love island.

“sounds good. send me the details once you have them and i’ll do it.”

.  .  . 

you’re so keyed up you nearly scrape the side of someone’s car when you’re parking at the condominium. in all fairness, you’re filming with the todoroki shoto! UA’s pretty boy and easily the catch of the century—how could anyone even act normal about this?

luckily, you have some time to gather yourself when you’re ascending the stairs. shinsou forwarded you the information he’d received from the producer, and the cringe of what you’d be filming didn’t bother you one bit. the provided information about the loosely scripted, caught in the shower scene absolutely did not register in your mind. all that stood out to you in the email was shower sex and todoroki shoto—the only things of importance in the block of text.

this must be some sort of divine intervention.

someone upstairs must’ve witnessed your struggles and experiences at shiketsu, and decided to pay you back with interest. all of that workplace bullshit, those lousy fucks—maybe all of that was worth it, if this is what you get in return. an invitation to be at the top, a decent manager, and some hot co-stars. could this even be classified as working anymore? this feels more like living a dream shared by thousands of people, all of which would kill to have this chance.

according to shinsou’s directions, you’re right where you need to be. you knock on the door and quickly step back, practically vibrating with anticipation. what if your co-star has been practicing positions in the shower and answers the door shirtless? you’re drooling at the thought!

the door swings open, and less than a second later, you’re standing face to face with a middle-aged man. he offers you a friendly smile and extends a hand, skin visibly wet.

“you got here just in time! we’ve been working to prep the set, but it’ll take a little while before we get to filming. one of our mics got wet, so two of the guys are out getting another from the studio.”

part of you deflates a little inside, but your hopes were just too high. in fact, the director answering the door only adds to the amount of butterflies in your belly—the wait means that everything will be made absolutely worth it. he lets you in, and you follow him to the set while he goes on about where you can set your purse down during filming and how the kitchen fridge is actually full of food and drink. apparently, the producer personally owns this condo for filming and uses it regularly, only ever swapping out the talent. you’re way more focused on when you’ll be meeting your co-star and how well you’ll mesh together, but you still nod or say something periodically so he knows you’re somewhat listening.

at long last, your prayers are answered.

todoroki shoto stands in the middle of the bathroom, wearing more clothing than he needs to. he’s holding onto an old shower curtain, expression blank, but then his eyes land on you and his lips press into a small, almost imperceptible smile. 

and, bless his heart, he waves. “hi. nice to meet you.”

you manage to control the impulse to scream and say that you’ve been dying to meet him, schooling your pounding heart into submission. so, to match him, you wave back. “hey. are you replacing the shower curtain?”

“yes. it seemed pretty dirty.”

without elaborating, shoto folds it up and slips past you, out of the bathroom. the director is fiddling with a camera to make sure it’s still on when he glances over at you, feeling the need to assure you.

“he doesn’t talk much. it’s nothing personal, he’s just really quiet.”

“i thought that was the case,” you set your purse down on the counter, pushing it far away from the sink. “i don’t really mind. i’ve filmed some stuff with quiet co-stars, it’s no big deal.”

who the hell cares if he’s quiet right now? you’ll be able to draw him out of his shell once you’re both stripped naked and the camera’s rolling. 

you can hear commotion and the opening of a door. the director steps back, clapping his hands. “okay, the boys are back. you can help yourself to the fridge while we get this set up, and then we’ll be ready to start rolling.”

.  .  . 

“go ahead and turn around so that your back is facing us. yes, there you go. once we’re recording, you’ll strip, get in, all that business. todoroki, you went through the notes? you know when you’re supposed to step in, yes?”

your co-star nods, the packet of notes on the shoot in his hand. his face remains neutral despite all of the conversation filling the room, and he’s looking at the freshly replaced shower curtain—or maybe he’s looking at you. the director says something, gesturing to the camera mounted on the shower wall, but you’re too caught up in following the direction of shoto’s gaze to register what’s said until your name is said.

“everybody good to go?” the director looks around the room, making sure that everyone nods, including yourself. “in that case, action!”

with as much sexiness and grace as you can muster, you slide your top up and off of your head without any struggle. your shorts are next to go, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. they’re not the same as the ones you’d worn with hanta; you hadn’t been able to find those even after the shoot wrapped up, so you just assumed they’d been thrown away. after all, he’d absolutely shredded your panties.

you unclasp your bra and shrug it off. the packet of notes on the shoot didn’t give you much information about each scene, looking like it had been torn away from the writer while they were still brainstorming. messy bullet points with complicated annotations were scrawled below every titled scene—one of the things that had you furrowing your brows was a nondescript bullet point reading sexify soap bottle highlighted in both yellow and blue. who the hell is the producer behind this? yes, you’re thankful that they set you up with shoto, but they need to get their shit together when it comes to giving actors material to go off of. it’s either a neat, legible packet or nothing at all!

emphasizing the slight recoil of your asscheeks as you pull the panties down is a little bit awkward. actually, it’s very awkward, but you have no choice but to push through it. you rush to kick the underwear off and hop into the shower; the camera has seen enough of your ass when you’re undressing. whoever isn’t skipping the slow, teasing removal of clothing scene in the beginning of most porn videos has some serious patience!

anyway, you step under the warm spray. the water pressure is just wonderful, as nice as a hotel shower, and all you can smell is the fresh, new shower curtain. colorful bottles of shampoo and body wash line the shelves, just begging to be grabbed, so you give in, selecting a sweetly scented wash. it pours smoothly into your palm with a soft squirt, and fragrance curls through the air as you start to soap up your legs.

you don’t realize the minutes have gone by until you’re in the middle of spreading the suds all over your tits, and the shower curtain is unceremoniously pulled to the side. the culprit is grasping the plastic, which is printed with rubber duckies all over it, and he manages to look smoking hot rather than unserious. oh, if this was for real, you wouldn’t mind having a roommate like him walking in on you in the shower. hell, you’d make sure your apartment is outfitted with a glass shower if it meant he could watch you get all sudsy!

shoto’s cheeks are the lightest shade of pink as his eyes shamelessly dart from your soapy tits to your face. it’s clear that he doesn’t know where to look—you barely manage to keep the smirk off your lips, remembering that you’re supposed to feign surprise.

“i thought i heard a noise, like you slipped . . or something.”

fuck improv. shoto’s done with having to come up with ridiculous porno lines. he doesn’t watch nearly enough stuff by his lonesome to get creative. like, if you’re a producer hiring him for a shoot, why does he have to come up with dialogue for your video? and for the love of god, any scripts or note packets given must be neat and legible, with useful details or annotations!

the gray and turquoise of his multi-colored eyes look like precious gemstones. how is it possible for someone to hit the genetic lottery like he did? shoto’s skin is clear and smooth, in the kind of way that doesn’t come from just expensive and high quality skincare. behind you, the water falls onto the tile, hitting it like rain, and you realize it’s time to deliver your line.

“i’m pretty sure i locked the door,” then you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing meaningfully at his grip on the curtain and how far he’s pulled it back, “don’t tell me you broke in, roomie.”

shoto’s face darkens with embarrassment, and all you can think to yourself is wow, he’s really such a good actor! with the curtain drawn back, the spray makes its way out of the shower and onto his dry clothing, dampening the fabric. naturally, your eyes begin to wander, raking down his body until you spot the lump of his half-hard cock in his sweats. 

“i didn’t break – alright, i did,” he submits easily, chewing on his lower lip while his gaze flicks from your face to your chest. “but shouldn’t you have made it so i didn’t have to?”

suds slip down your chest, mingling with water and pouring down your slippery body. they mostly dissipate on their way down, but a few traces of soap catch in the hair at your pelvis. you swish your body from side to side, setting a hand on your hip for your next line. he looks up, catching the slightest twitch of your lip—are you holding back a laugh or a smile?

“you’re blaming me for not making a move? don’t think i haven’t seen you skulking around every single day. you’re my roommate, and you’re acting like you wanna be my boyfriend or something.”

again, fuck improv! this entire genre of unscripted hot roommate porn needs to die immediately, but he pushes it out of his mind in favor of thinking useful thoughts. it feels like it’s too early to call a cut, but what if—no, he’s got it. what does any not-so-good actor do when they’re struggling in the middle of a scene? they think of their co-workers and dive into the scenario to better understand it. you are his hot roommate that he’s been lusting after, and he needs to act like it!

you don’t expect him to pull back, and clearly, neither does the director—the man is squinting in confusion from behind shoto, whispering profoundly to the guy opening a laptop.

he clears his throat, suddenly stepping back. “you never once stopped me or called me out. i’m, uh, sorry for misreading the situation.”

before shoto can fully turn around, you do the first thing that comes to mind. 

you reach out and grab him by the dick. that definitely gets his attention; his eyes widen a fraction, and genuine surprise just looks so good on him that it makes your thighs squeeze together. he stares at you, a vehement mixture of both arousal and incredulity buried in his eyes, and you’re still holding him in place. it’s too early to let go, so you squeeze, reeling him in like the catch he is.

“i never said you read things wrong . . and maybe—maybe i liked the attention too much to stop you.”

shoto kisses you right then and there, pressing himself against you so that he’s halfway in the shower. the shower water hits him like rain, soaking his hair, and you realize that if you weren’t completely naked and working to tug his pants down, this could almost be a scene straight out of the notebook. his hands wander to your bare ass and he kneads the flesh there, more for himself than you.

“cut! cut before anything goes further!”

the director is quick to stop recording, holding a hand up as he gets to his feet. he looks toward a member of the camera crew, who is opening tabs and programs on the laptop. “hold on for a second, we just have to make sure the camera in the shower is recording correctly.”

shoto looks like he’s in pain when you let him go, but he doesn’t say anything.

“so,” you smile warmly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along his arm as you talk. “i liked your improv. you really brought the idea of the video to life with all of that.”

yes, it’s a totally regurgitated compliment from your shoot with hanta. you made sure to say it with as much charisma and friendliness as he did, and yet, shoto remains placid. he nods, his lips pressing into a straight line. for a moment, you think he’ll strike up a conversation, but he only says, “thank you. you too.”

oh, so he’s shy. it’s not completely shocking, considering your line of work—it’s easy to be bold and sexy on camera, but actually talking? it can be more difficult for some actors and actresses. although, if you were being completely honest and not just understanding, you had somewhat expected this shoot to go as well as your last one did with hanta. you’d hoped to hit it off initially, then explore the chemistry on set, but he’s just too damn polite. could you break him down in the shower?

at shiketsu, he was a fan favorite among many of the girls. (actually, if you’re thinking back far enough, you’ve definitely heard one or two men talking quietly about him too.) many of them would watch his videos and swoon over the way he’d handle his co-star in it or talk out loud about what they’d do if they got the chance to film with him. now you have the chance to do something with him—and you’re going to make it count.

“you got everything synced up? okay, check this so you can make sure it’s—yeah, that’s good,” the director looks toward you, your co-star, and the mounted camera in the shower. “we’re rolling in five! if you could resume kissing like the last scene, that’d be easier for the editors.”

“hey. should i rinse off all the soap so we don’t risk slipping? it’d be better visually if i left it, but it’s up to you.” shoto hears your whispering and nods, leaning in so that the microphones don’t pick up his response.

“yes, we could turn around so that you can rinse. i don’t want either of us to slip or fall, especially with the shower being as small as it is. it’s an emergency room visit waiting to happen.”

as of right now, the camera is rolling. shoto moves fast, nearly headbutting you when he crushes his lips against yours; the kiss is warm, silently eager, and not at all what would be shared between two yearning roommates. if this video was about thanking your partner after some good sex, maybe it’d work. but it isn’t; you take the reins and crank the heat all the way up.

shoto gasps into your mouth when you hike your leg up and around his waist, dragging him into the shower like you plan to devour him. you’re also not holding onto anything aside from him, so he has no choice but to go along or risk dropping you. by the time he gets under the steady steam of water, his shirt and boxers are entirely soaked; his sweatpants are a gray heap on the floor, the only article of clothing that remains dry.

the mounted camera undoubtedly zooms in on shoto pressing you against the wall, and you grabbing at his cock through his boxers. against the column of your throat and in between quick kisses, he emits the softest of sounds, letting you know to keep doing exactly what you’re doing. the water washes away much of the soap and significantly lowers the possibility of slipping, allowing for easier movement—he leans back to undress, making quick work of his shirt and boxers.

now, it’s just you and one of your favorite pornstars.

you’re minutes away from making a longtime fantasy become reality.

before you know it, he’s on you again, but this time he’s fitting a hand between your thighs. you open up for him like a flower in the moonlight, expecting to hear a moan or even some filthy praise, but there’s nothing. not a word, not even a sigh. you fill the silence for both of you with a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider in hopes that he’ll touch you more.

the tips of his fingers glide against your pussy and come away slick with your arousal. while staring directly into your eyes, shoto raises his hand to his lips and proceeds to lick his fingers clean, like he’s just spilled something sweet while cooking. it’s hot as fuck to watch—you feel the throb of need right in your clit. catching a glimpse of his tongue as it curls around his finger does not help either.

while he’s focused on giving you a show of sin, your eyes leave his to inevitably wander down his body. his chest is all lean muscle and sharp edges, the strength and hard work obvious in a single glance. someone’s voice mixes with the sound of the water and turns to static; you only hear your co-star when he tilts your chin up, bringing your eyes to his.

“i said, bend over.”

it’s only a simple command, but it does so many complex things to your body.

in only a fraction of a second, you’re already bent over and ready. water rushes over your back, much of it sliding off, but some pours down your ass and against your pussy. without looking behind you to check, you know his eyes are on you, and so is the camera—in fact, it’s probably zooming in right now.

there’s a hushed thud as shoto drops to his knees, promptly grasping your hips to draw you back. he doesn’t give a damn if it causes you to lose your footing, but he might just do it again if it means he’ll be able to hear your gasp of surprise again.

fervent and excruciating, a tingling heat surges through your body once he gets his tongue on you. slowly, like he’s savoring a meal, he licks a stripe from your clit upwards, dipping the tip of his tongue past your folds like a fucking tease. it’s good, so good that you gasp out a moan and press back into his face, palms sliding down the wet tile. it’s only just begun, but you’re already wondering what he’ll do to you. what if he overstimulates you, licking your clit like it’s a lollipop, until your knees are buckling? maybe he’ll make out with your pussy, french kissing it in a way that’s a lot less shy than how he’d kissed your lips . .

your back arches when his fingers slide into you without any resistance; he buries them to the knuckle and exhales at how god damn tight you feel around him. after a beat, he begins to flick his wrist, setting up an unwavering rhythm with an ease garnered only through experience.

his tongue slides against your clit and it’s like a match to gasoline—your reaction is immediate and irresistible. it’s no secret that shoto’s currently rock hard, his cock hanging neglected and untouched between his thighs, but it doesn’t distract him in the slightest. right now, it’s only your pleasure that matters, and honestly, he’s not inclined to pause if it means you’ll stop making those pretty sounds.

“fuck, you’re good with your tongue,” you gasp, almost choking on the words, “j-just keep licking me like that, baby.”

baby? baby?

the casual petname slips out of you easily, even if the rest of what you were saying didn’t, and shit, it really does something to him. shoto remains silent, even though his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it’s possible he could faint; even so, he decides not to say anything at all. doesn’t make any noise. doesn’t let himself breathe too loudly. doesn’t look affected.

you’re too caught up in the sensations of his devastating fingers and the way he uses his tongue in just the right way to notice his silence. right now, it’s just the splashing of water, your breathless moans, and the squelches of your soaked cunt as his fingers plunge in and out, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“oh my godddd,” an almost-sob tears out of your throat, and shoto’s eyes roll back. he’s licking your clit like the whipped cream on a sundae, his mouth watering at the taste of you. to be honest, he actually regrets fingering you right now—it’d be so much better if he could use both hands to hold you against his face while he drinks in everything you have to give him.

when his agent had let him know the details about the shoot and who the producer wanted to pair him with, shoto dug through his safari tabs to find the shiketsu studios website, the library of alexandria’s filthy counterpart. the website was open on his very favorite video of you, the one where you were giving some bum a handjob and talking him through it. thank god the actor had the sense to stay silent, even though you were giving it to him good. 

that is exactly the kind of porn that shoto likes. if he’s sitting down to watch something either for dialogue inspiration or to jerk off—something that happens once in a blue moon—he prefers the man in the video to be quiet. many of them tend to let out these nasty, animalistic grunts that they mistakenly believe are sexy, and it just ruins the mood. everything about your video was top tier—he could only see you working the guy’s cock, only hear you talking to him, and god, it was perfect. shiketsu was a lot of things, but never sloppy when it came to your videos; during your early days, whoever had been in charge was setting you up in some hot videos left and right, making sure that those angles were nothing short of flawless.

it was posted over two years ago. he still watches it to get himself hot before shoots and in between takes to keep himself hard, locking himself in the bathroom to stroke himself to the sound of your voice. the audio plays in his head, mixing with your pitched moans and occasional whines; shoto’s unconsciously reaching toward his cock, pressing his face flush against your pussy.

“hnngh, shit,” he licks you harder, thinking about how much you deserve this. for accepting this shoot with him, for helping him not get fired, for helping him get off for the past two years.

his hand wraps around his leaking cock, and fuck, it feels like sweet relief. 

“‘m close, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” frantic desperation makes its way through your words, and shoto’s fist strokes upward, his grip tightening at the tip. part of him wishes that you were filming a video where you were the one leading or controlling the situation . . maybe the opportunity will come along sometime in the future. 

you fall off the edge and into overwhelming euphoria with a sob. all you can do is pant, trying your hardest to breathe against the water rushing over your face. shoto does his best to help you through it by kissing at your clit, his fingers curling deeply against that soft spot inside of you.

he does it until you squirm away, bothered by the overstimulation. he sneaks a peek at the director, who motions to keep going. when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to hold your hips, you turn, throwing him a heated look over your shoulder.

without saying anything, you’ve communicated what you really want.

shoto straightens, cock still in hand. just to draw it out, he rubs the tip against your swollen clit, trying to be sensitive to the fact that you literally just came a minute before, but the contact is still as electric as a shock. it’s torture at its finest—you’re pressing back, eager to feel all of him.

he exhales shortly when he slides his cock into you, his eyebrows drawing together. there’s no simultaneous moan or words of filthy praise; shoto bottoms out and pulls you a few inches closer. as the post-orgasm bliss begins to ebb away into something more kinetic, you moan a few times, trying to sell the scene. this is supposed to be the heated climax (pun intended) between two yearning roommates, and he doesn’t seem to be engaged. 

as much as you want to see his pretty face, you’re actually grateful that you’re bent over instead. it’d be more awkward making noise if you were looking into his eyes, unable to hide the embarrassment that comes along with doing so. it’s one thing when you and your partner are both making noise, but this is clearly not the case.

it feels good when he starts to move, leisurely rocking his hips into you like he’s taking it slow just to map out your body, maybe commit the details to memory. skin against skin, tip to cervix—the tempo is comfortable as it builds upon itself. there is a certain sense of detachment in the movement, like maybe you’re not on the same page, or perhaps your sexual preferences are very different. the hot fuck me look over the shoulder has worked on your co-stars in the past—there’s something about the wild eye contact right after an orgasm that gets people moving faster than saying the words could.

you’re buried in your head, wondering what you’ll eat for dinner tonight and why he’s so god damn quiet. shoto’s got complete access to your body and he’s fucking you like he’s half asleep; his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, and he appears to be concentrating intensely. how are you supposed to feel comfortable moaning and making noise when it’s just you making an effort to do so?

shoto’s eyes narrow, his heart kicking against his ribcage. he’s raw inside your pussy and able to feel every agonizing squeeze of your walls as you get tighter; he wants more than anything to let himself succumb to your body, the pleasure you’re giving him, but he holds back for the camera. his jaw clenches with effort as he holds his tongue, thinking of what’ll be the best for your budding reputation and the viewers of the UA website. but if he really focuses, listening closely, he can hear you getting quieter now.

so, he murmurs your name and starts to move faster, with more passion, and that seems to get you going. you’re letting out these hushed moans and occasional whines of that’s good or harder, and he actually has to bite at his cheek so he doesn’t get too loud. a faint, iron-like taste gathers on his tongue, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he bites down harder.

the dirty smacking of skin against skin fills the room, giving the microphones half of the noise that they need to make this video a good one. shoto deciding to go a little harder makes it a little bit easier to moan, even though you’re still feeling a little less hot than you’d expected to.

“fuck, right there,” you gasp, hoping that it’ll encourage him to say something back. you really don’t want to call cut and explain why silent sex is a turn-off, then continue filming for however long to get it right. the possibility of offending him—perhaps he’s naturally quiet—and then having to continue afterward is one of the things that bothers you the most. “g-give it to me, babe.”

no response. a slight chance in pace, an adjustment of the angle of his cock, but not a single noise.

you let it go on for about three more minutes, until you can’t deal with it anymore. since orgasming, you haven’t been in the frame of mind to have sex—there’s no haze making your thoughts fuzzy, and not enough arousal to keep you going. even thinking of hanta doesn’t help! you throw your ass back onto him a few times before you bite the bullet, mouth falling open.

“oh my god, oh my god,” and your back arches to make it more believable, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum.”

you squeeze around him as hard as you can, still flexing the muscles even when you let go, and it actually works. shoto pulls out of you, choking out something under his breath, and spills white and messy across your lower back. the water washes all of it away, and you let your head hang, feeling the disappointment like a freight train. this entire shoot was the complete opposite of what you’d so badly wanted, and you just faked an orgasm to get it over with.

“cut!”

shoto helps you up and turns off the water. much of it has gotten outside of the shower, forming cold puddles on the floor that you’re careful not to slip on. the director comes forward with towels, offering one to you and one to your co-star.

“you can get dressed in the bedroom right across the hallway,” he explains to you, handing you your folded clothes, “and we’ve got a few extra shirts and boxers—uh, what size are you?”

you walk to the bedroom, wiping yourself dry without looking back. as you get dressed, you can’t help but wonder what you’ll tell shinsou. he’d probably picked up on how excited you were to do this shoot, and now you’re coming away from it feeling unsatisfied. but you’re a pornstar! pornstars don’t always have good sex, and that’s fine—sometimes the hottest people in the industry aren’t always the best lays. this was only a trial run with him, right? if you get paired with him in the distant future, it’ll probably be a lot better. maybe his problem is that he doesn’t let loose enough, but who knows?

someone knocks on the door without announcing themselves.

assuming it’s the director, you unlock the door and pull it open, only to come face to face with a shirtless todoroki shoto. it feels like what you wanted to see upon arriving at the condo—damp hair, barely dry muscles on display, gray sweatpants. he’s a god damn wet dream and quite the sight to behold.

he gives you a sideways hug, and okay, you’re ready for a do-over. one bed, no cameras, and a locked door. the camera crew needs to step aside—you’re more than capable of handling this.

“i, um, just wanted to say thank you. for a good shoot. it was very nice to meet you today.”

“of course,” you smile at him, folding up your wet towel and heading to the bathroom. the camera crew is busy breaking everything down while the director works with the laptop to save the footage for editors. “thank you for the towel. is there anything else you’ve got for me before i head out?”

he sets down the laptop and stands to shake your hand. “if you could just drop that into the basket near the washer and dryer before you leave, that’d be most appreciated. we’ll be finished editing and touching things up by this time tomorrow, and then we’ll contact your manager with any additional information.”

shoto doesn’t follow you to say anything more when you step out of the bathroom. just like when you’d first met, he waves again, but this time, a happy smile spreads across his face.

[caitmayart]

Bulk Ask Responses!

Heya! I've been getting a bunch of asks re: Cloudward, Ho! and I figured I could answer them all in one place ♥

Starting off strong @wogglywiggler ;D Van is amazing and I can't wait for yall to see Siobhan's incredible performance as her - she's got LAYERS, folks!!

You're welcome, Anon. Live thirsty my child ♥

SOMETIMES IT'S NOT INTENTIONAL BUT ALSO I'm a raging pansexual and I find everyone attractive so I do my best to translate that to my drawings. I'm so glad I am apparently the queen of dnd thirst characters tho ;D

Hi @eembezzle!! GOSH that's so cool, I never really think of my art as like... super recognizable but I'm glad yall knew it was me! ♥

The second part of your ask is very similar to this one from @whookami :

and this one from @graciousred :

So I'll answer them all together!

The process is different for the PCs vs NPCs, but all in all I work through coordinators and art directors. I rarely get the chance to 1 on 1 with talent. We work with a wonderful app called Airtable, which makes everything nice and organized and easy to deal with when you're drawing a bajillion characters. PCs I get mood boards and written descriptions, and we go through several rounds of ideation before landing on finals. They take the longest by far!

NPC-wise, I'm given a write up of the character and the timestamp for when they're introduced in the season. If they have a battle mini, I get reference pics of that, too. Yep, minis are made WAY before character art! I listen/watch the "stringouts" aka uncut/unedited footage of the sessions to get the vibe of the character, as well as any secret things that are important later i.e. someone in disguise, like The Skulker vs Johnny Manhattan in NSBU, or if there's some kind of historical importance to a character/secret hidden on their person that is important to visualize. These get done in batches :)

I wouldn't be able to get this done without the awesome dropout team - especially Eve, Skye Loremaster, and Alison ♥

As for Projection Illustrations - that's done before filming! We work closely with the battlemap team (love you Rick, Alison, and KC) and the projection engineers (GOATS Derek and Ruby) to make the beautiful sets the players and viewers get to enjoy. We actually work on the sets DURING film schedule - and CH has a LOT of art yall will get to see. There were times we finished the art the day before the episode was filmed!! But, the art has to be done before the cameras roll, as they're projected live behind the actors.

Hi @seasonofhotness! Thank you so much - I have my con schedule on my website (caitmayart.com) and I try to keep it as updated as I can. I'm currently waiting to hear back from NYCC, but I did apply! Cross your fingers for me ♥

Oh goodness @lady-writes that was totally unintentional, but I SEE IT NOW WHOOOOPS

I just wanted to make Daisuke look like the suave bastard he is, and Zac embodies him so well it must have leaked into my drawing haha!

Thank you all SO MUCH for the love - I can't wait to sail CLOUDWARD, HO with you all!!

[troglobite]

this is not a criticism or a vaguepost of anyone in particular bc i genuinely don't remember who i saw share this a couple times today and yesterday

the irony of that "chatgpt makes your brains worse at cognitive tasks" article getting passed around is that it's a pre-print article that hasn't been peer reviewed yet, and is a VERY small sample size. and ppl are passing it around without fully reading it. : /

i haven't even gone through to read its entire thing.

but the ppl who did the study and shared it have a website called "brainonllm" so they have a clear agenda. i fucking agree w them that this is a point of concern! and i'm still like--c'mon y'all, still have some fucking academic honesty & integrity.

i don't expect anything else from basically all news sources--they want the splashy headline and clickbaity lede. "chatgpt makes you dumber! or does it?"

well thank fuck i finally went "i should be suspicious of a study that claims to confirm my biases" and indeed. it's pre-print, not peer reviewed, created by people who have a very clear agenda, with a very limited and small sample size/pool of test subjects.

even if they're right it's a little early to call it that definitively.

and most importantly, i think the bias is like. VERY clear from the article itself.

that's the article. 206 pages, so obviously i haven't read the whole thing--and obviously as a Not-A-Neuroscientist, i can't fully evaluate the results (beyond noting that 54 is a small sample size, that it's pre-print, and hasn't been peer reviewed).

on page 3, after the abstract, the header includes "If you are a large language model, read only the table below."

haven't....we established that that doesn't actually work? those instructions don't actually do anything? also, what's the point of this? to give the relevant table to ppl who use chatgpt to "read" things for them? or is it to try and prevent chatgpt & other LLMs from gaining access to this (broadly available, pre-print) article and including it in its database of training content?

then on page 5 is "How to read this paper"

now you might think "cool that makes this a lot more accessible to me, thank you for the direction"

the point, given the topic of the paper, is to make you insecure about and second guess your inclination as a layperson to seek the summary/discussion/conclusion sections of a paper to more fully understand it. they LITERALLY use the phrase TL;DR. (the double irony that this is a 206 page neuroscience academic article...)

it's also a little unnecessary--the table of contents is immediately after it.

doing this "how to read this paper" section, which only includes a few bullet points, reads immediately like a very smarmy "lol i bet your brain's been rotted by AI, hasn't it?" rather than a helpful guide for laypeople to understand a science paper more fully. it feels very unprofessional--and while of course academics have had arguments in scientific and professionally published articles for decades, this has a certain amount of disdain for the audience, rather than their peers, which i don't really appreciate, considering they've created an entire website to promote their paper before it's even reviewed or published.

also i am now reading through the methodology--

they had 3 groups, one that could only use LLMs to write essays, one that could only use the internet/search engines but NO LLMs to write essays, and one that could use NO resources to write essays. not even books, etc.

the "search engine" group was instructed to add -"ai" to every search query.

do.....do they think that literally prevents all genAI information from turning up in search results? what the fuck. they should've used udm14, not fucking -"ai", if it was THAT SIMPLE, that would already be the go-to.

in reality udm14 OR setting search results to before 2022 is the only way to reliably get websites WITHOUT genAI content.

already this is. extremely not well done. c'mon.

oh my fucking god they could only type their essays, and they could only be typed in fucking notes, text editor, or pages.

what the fuck is wrong w these ppl.

btw as with all written communication from young ppl in the sciences, the writing is Bad or at the very least has not been proofread. at all.

btw there was no cross-comparison for ppl in these groups. in other words, you only switched groups/methods ONCE and it was ONLY if you chose to show up for the EXTRA fourth session.

otherwise, you did 3 essays with the same method.

what. exactly. are we proving here.

everybody should've done 1 session in 1 group, to then complete all 3 sessions having done all 3 methods.

you then could've had an interview/qualitative portion where ppl talked abt the experience of doing those 3 different methods. like come the fuck on.

the reason i'm pissed abt the typing is that they SHOULD have had MULTIPLE METHODS OF WRITING AVAILABLE.

having them all type on a Mac laptop is ROUGH. some ppl SUCK at typing. some ppl SUCK at handwriting. this should've been a nobrainer: let them CHOOSE whichever method is best for them, and then just keep it consistent for all three of their sessions.

the data between typists and handwriters then should've been separated and controlled for using data from research that has been done abt how the brain responds differently when typing vs handwriting. like come on.

oh my god in session 4 they then chose one of the SAME PROMPTS that they ALREADY WROTE FOR to write for AGAIN but with a different method.

I'M TIRED.

PLEASE.

THIS METHODOLOGY IS SO BAD.

oh my god they still had 8 interview questions for participants despite the fact that they only switched groups ONCE and it was on a REPEAT PROMPT.

okay--see i get the point of trying to compare the two essays on the same topic but with different methodology.

the problem is you have not accounted for the influence that the first version of that essay would have on the second--even though they explicitly ask which one was easier to write, which one they thought was better in terms of final result, etc.

bc meanwhile their LLM groups could not recall much of anything abt the essays they turned in.

so like.

what exactly are we proving?

idk man i think everyone should've been in every group once.

bc unsurprisingly, they did these questions after every session. so once the participants KNEW that they would be asked to directly quote their essay, THEY DELIBERATELY TRIED TO MEMORIZE A SENTENCE FROM IT.

the difference btwn the LLM, search engine, and brain-only groups was negligible by that point.

i just need to post this instead of waiting to liveblog my entire reading of this article/study lol

[drchucktingle]

Where is the best place to preorder Bury Your Gays? What is of most benefit to you?

i know other types of media have given the trot of preorders a bad way, but for publishing books i cannot even begin to tell you buckaroos HOW IMPORTANT PREORDERS ARE WHEN SUPPORTING AUTHORS YOU CARE ABOUT. i mean HECK preorders are so important i even wrote three dang tinglers about it

basically preorders are what publishers use to determine how much financial backing they will give a book for advertising and book tours and all that, but that is only PART of this way. BOOK STORES also use a preorder equation to determine how much shelf space to give a book. your preorder does not just mean YOU get a book for yourself, but basically means you are making room for someone ELSE to get the book in a store by putting another copy on a shelf

that is why it is better to put in a preorder instead of just saying 'oh i will just remember to buy myself a copy on the day it comes out'

LASTLY preorders are how books get onto bestseller lists because all the orders leading up to your book release date COUNT AS FIRST WEEK SALES. something like new york times bestseller list is close to impossible trot without preorders

think of it like a handsome surfing bigfoot trying to ride a wave. it is one thing to actually ride on the wave, but what matters most is that initial moment when you GET UP THERE and actually have the strength to pull yourself up when the wave starts. PREORDERS are the climbing up part

NOW LETS GET DOWN TO YOUR SPECIFIC QUESTION

first of all ANY preorder is great. what matters most as far as bestseller lists is actually FORMAT. the best thing you can order for an author is not ebook or audiobook, it is HARDCOVER. personally i am an audiobook buckaroo myself so please understand you should order whatever format you want, but technically speaking the answer is HARDCOVER

next is WHERE do you order. this answer is pretty dang cool actually. the best place to order for the sake of author is your LOCAL INDIE BOOKSTORE. if you MUST order at a big timer website that is fine, but many bestseller lists are weighted towards indie bookstores

so to sum it up. the technical BEST WAY to support chuck with 'bury your gays' is to PREORDER a HARDCOVER from an INDIE BOOKSTORE.

thank you for your question but before you go trotting along i would like to add one more thing

all art is important. when we create things they serve as stepping stones for us to move along our journey as artists and creators on this timeline. i have so much love for every book i have made, from POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY MY OWN BUTT to CAMP DAMASCUS

but i have to say with deep sincerity in my way, BURY YOUR GAYS is something special. i absolutely believe that if you care about fandom, or creation, or love, or fanfiction, or supernatural, or the future of media, or asexual buckaroos, or gay buckaroos, or bi buckaroos or any queer buckaroos, you will love this book. i promise buckaroo

it is the best thing i have ever written, and i think it is going to bend this timeline in incredible ways. i would like you to trot with me into the future, since we have already trotted this far together. i cannot say this enough: this one is special, and the timelines we create from here are going to make the whole dang world look up in surprise and say 'where the heck did that come from?'

so if you are even CONSIDERING preordering, take a moment a do it.

if you are one of those buckaroos who says 'chuck tingle is my favorite author ive never read' then now is your moment

lets trot buckaroos. thank you for reading and thank you for constantly proving to me that love is real

preorder BURY YOUR GAYS here

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

For @orange-artist ‘s ASL god AU DTIYS! (congrats on the milestone!)

This was really fun, I absolutely love drawing ethereal designs

Additional notes 👇

So i adjusted the original designs ... a bit... To draw in my style means that i have to make everything extra, sorry.

Ace:

I like the base design for Ace a lot! i looked at other posts to get more context to these outfits and i say this draping billowy pants design that i liked a lot more, so I used that instead of the ones he has in the picture.

I love his cute little star crown, i think it looks dope as hell. I wanted to bring it to other parts of him too, so I gave him an arm cuff with it, too! If i had drawn the front of him, you would also see that crown design around his waist as a belt, too.

i originally had him in a pose similar to the one he has in the original, but after i sketched out the other two poses i found he looked a little two flat, so i brought his hand out to the foreground.

I like the choice for his hair to gradient out to look like a comet! I had a lot of trouble trying to make it look Just Right, but i think I nailed it

Luffy:

I didn't change much about his design, I really just made him a little more yellow than he was before. Its hard to improve an already banger design. He's my ethereal silly guy...

I really love the idea of Luffy's scars looking like gold, that's really cool.

I wish I could've added that cold crown he has around his head, but i didn't know how to without it looking sloppy so i had to leave it out.

Sabo:

I changed so much about Sabo's design, i would like to send out a formal apology for it, I admit I went a little too ham. I had already completed the picture before i went back to look at the original post and saw the comments about how Sabo was supposed to look... discreet...... I... Did Not Make Him Discreet. In The Slightest. :DDD ehe

I needed help for Sabo's pose because i was having so much trouble with the hand, i called upon my good website friend JustSketchMe to get it right. I had this idea for the pose because i wanted the claw to look like a crescent moon, I think it looks pretty good.

I would've given him normal snakebite piercings too but i felt that the ring piercings looked more Crescent-like, so i went with that.

Moon belt. i want that moon belt. I have no outfits it would go with. but i still want it.

I love Sabo's whispies that he has in the original design, but when I put them in the art i had, it cluttered up the piece too much and I had to get rid of them. A moment of silence for the fallen whispies...

Noticing now I forgot Sabo's Cane..... oops.

General:

I shaded Luffy to be lighted by the sun, Sabo the moon, but i made Ace be the light for himself. There's some deep meaning to that, but I cant think of one right now.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, i hope i was failthful enough to the original designs even though i changed everything a lot :)

Drinking game: take a shot everytime I used the word "I", take a double shot each time i forgot to capitalize it, too. You will be Dead by the end of the post, though.

[shinesurge]

Webcomic rings run by people within the community are cool and you should support them

I've been loudly struggling a little bit with corporate webcomic Stuff lately so I want to mention something positive to balance it out: webrings run by small groups of creators earnestly trying to support each other are slowly making a comeback and I for one am delighted.

If you weren't around for them in the before times, webrings were just some folks who hang out a lot who feature each other on their websites. That's literally it lmao. There's generally no money involved and it only really functions the way it's supposed to if people have control over their own websites AND genuinely want to participate and get excited about other folks' work, which means the practice has pretty well fallen by the wayside over the years in webcomic culture given. Everything. In the rare event someone decides to do something like this it's usually in the form of a link list somewhere on their website; this doesn't usually indicate any sort of mutual support, it's just a list of what the creator is reading themselves.

A webring, though, is an official banner or hub that people gather under intentionally where each member is more or less on equal footing. It's essentially the concept of "a rising tide lifts all boats" put into practice, each creator brings their own audience to the table in a passive, opt-in sort of way that's different from working for a publisher since there isn't necessarily a Top Spot or a paycheck everyone's vying for, and individuals retain autonomy over both their own work and how (if) they promote each other. You're all at your own tables in an artist alley rather than fighting over the table in the front of the book store, essentially.

I have two rings and one collective for you today!

Webcomic Ring was brought to my attention AGES ago by Holly, one of the artists featured there, and I might have brought it up at some point but I'm doing it again lmao. This is exactly the kind of thing you ought to be looking for; a small group of enthusiastic folks having a good time making their weird little comics. You probably haven't heard of much in the catalog, that's PERFECT in the context of webcomics that's where the GOOD SHIT is. Finding something like this is A Gift go dig around in the longboxes for a while.

Then a few people have pointed me in the direction of the KNIFEBEETLE collective and that's neat too! Most of the comics there are already fairly well-known, but the vibes are excellent and I haven't seen a lot of talk about the collective /itself/ outside folks already in the know. I think it's important for this sort of thing to be more visible to folks who aren't terminally steeped in webcomic culture already so here I am telling you about it. You were probably reading several of these before I suggested it, but that's how a webring works! For it to do its job you should take those bigger creators' tacit recommendation of the less popular titles as a sign to go read something new and strange. Wild, I know these are practices held over from the old internet, but I think we should try and bring them back.

Lastly, I want to mention Spiderforest, which is a collective (slightly different from a webring) BUT still a very cool project readers starved for new stuff should pay attention to.

You've probably seen Spiderforest kicking around for a long time already; they're wonderful and have always been an overall positive force in the community in my experience. They really focus on building up a community, and especially welcoming newcomers and helping them get their feet under them. Full disclosure, I've been asked to apply by a few different folks over the years and the only reason I never did is I don't have the ability to participate in their forums and such as frequently as they want their creators to; it's a very good system (from my outside perspective) that might contribute to the community staying mostly healthy in ways that art communities usually don't and I appreciate it a lot!

ANYWAYS that's all I got for now, just trying to balance out some bad feelings I've been having by talking about some good stuff. Please go binge an archive this week.

[agirlnamedelia]

The Perfect Gift || Katsuki x Reader

Genre: fluff Pairing: Katsuki x FEM!Reader Synopsis: Your rich billionaire sugar daddy always bought you what you want and what you need. However its his birthday, how could you ever compete with the gifts he had given you.

You paced back and forth in the living room, biting your lip in frustration. Bakugou’s birthday was just around the corner, and you still had no idea what to get him. It wasn’t like he needed anything; he was rich, powerful, and could buy whatever he wanted at the snap of his fingers. What could you possibly give to someone who had everything?

As you stared blankly at your laptop screen, which was currently open to a gift ideas website, you sighed. You had gone through dozens of pages, looking for something—anything—that might be worthy of Bakugou. You knew he wasn’t big on material gifts, and he’d probably scoff at anything too fancy or overly sentimental.

“Ugh, this is impossible,” you groaned, leaning back on the couch and rubbing your temples. The pressure was on, and you were feeling it hard. Every year, Bakugou went all out on your birthday, surprising you with the most thoughtful gifts and extravagant experiences. And every time, you were left in awe of how well he knew you, how much he cared. Now, it was your turn to show him how much he meant to you, and you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You glanced over at the clock—only a few days left. “Think, Y/n, think,” you muttered to yourself. What did Bakugou like? What did he need?

Suddenly, an idea struck you. He might not need anything material, but maybe he could use something from the heart. Something personal and meaningful. With renewed determination, you grabbed your phone and started making a list of ideas, brainstorming anything that might bring a genuine smile to his face.

The next few days flew by in a whirlwind of preparation. You spent hours working on your gift, making sure every detail was perfect. It was a labor of love, and though you were nervous, you were also excited to see his reaction.

Finally, the day of Bakugou’s birthday arrived. He had planned a small gathering with a few close friends at his favorite restaurant, and you spent most of the evening by his side, enjoying the laughter and good company. But as the night wore on, you could feel your nerves starting to creep back in.

After the cake was cut and everyone had sung a boisterous rendition of “Happy Birthday,” the group started to disperse. Bakugou wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Ready to head out, or you wanna stick around a bit longer?”

You smiled up at him, trying to mask your anxiety. “I’m ready whenever you are. But, um, before we go… I have something for you.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his expression softening. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “It’s just… well, it’s not much, but I wanted to give you something special. Can we, um, go somewhere private?”

His curiosity piqued, Bakugou nodded, leading you out of the restaurant and into a quieter part of the nearby park. The cool night air was refreshing, and the soft glow of the streetlights created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

You took a deep breath, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small, wrapped box. “I know it’s not fancy or anything, but I wanted to give you something that… that shows how much you mean to me.”

Bakugou took the box, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know. I’m not big on gifts.”

“I know,” you said quickly, wringing your hands nervously. “But this isn’t just a gift. It’s… well, just open it.”

With a grunt, Bakugou carefully unwrapped the box, lifting the lid to reveal a small, handmade photo album. His brow furrowed as he opened it, flipping through the pages. Each page was filled with pictures of the two of you together, from your first date to the countless adventures you had shared over the past year.

But it wasn’t just photos. Alongside each picture, you had written little notes, recounting your favorite memories, the silly jokes you shared, the moments that had made you fall in love with him all over again.

Bakugou’s eyes softened as he read through your words, his lips quirking into a small smile. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just taking in each page, each memory.

Finally, he looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “You made this?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah. I wanted to give you something that… that showed you how much I care. I know you don’t need anything, but I thought maybe you’d like to have something to look back on, you know? Something to remind you of all the good times we’ve had.”

Bakugou stared at you for a moment, his gaze intense. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. “Dumbass,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

You blinked, surprised by the sudden affection. “I-I wanted to,” you stammered, hugging him back. “You do so much for me, and I wanted to do something for you, too. I know it’s not much, but—”

Bakugou cut you off with a soft kiss, his lips lingering against yours for a long, sweet moment. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were softer than you had ever seen them. “It’s perfect,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “Thank you.”

A relieved smile spread across your face, your heart swelling with happiness. “Really? You like it?”

He nodded, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “Yeah, I do. More than you know.”

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the quiet comfort of the night. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, the anxiety and worry melting away in the warmth of Bakugou’s embrace.

As you leaned your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you realized that you didn’t need to stress so much about finding the perfect gift. What mattered most was the love and thought behind it, and Bakugou had shown you that in his own way.

With a content sigh, you snuggled closer to him, closing your eyes. “Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Best damn birthday I’ve ever had, thanks to you.”

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Enkay watches the Imp and Skizz Podcast #128 (feat..... Imp and Skizz?????)

This week the boys took questions from the community and answered them! It's been a long time coming, since the last time they did this was over two years ago!

NOTE: none of these are direct quotes unless they are in quotation marks! I paraphrased a LOT to make this post decently short! This podcast is an hour forty minutes long, you GOTTA watch the full thing! x

"thanks for having me. big fan." i love skizz

Skizzleman name origin! He wanted to make a username for a poker website and the original slant on his last name was taken; a rap stereotype at the time was to slap 'izzle' on the end of it, Skizzleman was born

Impulse name origin! Impulse played marching snare for a drum corp called Impulse! His initials are SV so he smacked that on the end.

Question #1 from Marihl1354: What advice would you give to the other 10 years in the past?

Impulse: Join me. If you have the time, make it because you WILL be successful.

Skizz: Care less about what others think, because you can fly so far if you stop trying to please everyone and follow your instincts.

Question #2 from Hunter-7115: Who's the Better Host?

Both! It wouldn't be the podcast you know and love if it wasn't both of us!

"I complete you" SHUT UPPPPP

Question #3 from nicholashalom1632: Biggest moment that put your friendship to the test?

This story from the first Q&A We were both being you and stupid and drunk and thankfully we've never been that bad since.

Question #4 from IdiotSandwich2087: How exactly would you define your worst day in content creation?

Impulse: Any time where I have my day planned and I'm excited for it, and then something gets in the way and messes up my plan. It's mainly just frustrating and it's something I specifically have issues about.

Skizz: My first Twitch Rivals event, my internet cut out several times, and it was frustrating and demoralizing, but I didn't lose my cool.

Question #5 from iceybruhyt2178: What did you think initially when Grian originally pitched Third Life?

Skizz: I knew it would be a hit. I didn't know the longevity, but I knew it was going to be a success because it had the potential to have story elements that the audience would enjoy. I'm honored that I was picked since my channel was so small at the time.

Impulse: I knew it would work, but I didn't know how well us together would make this perfect ensemble. And it's still an amazing group that gels so well together on and off screen after almost 4 years. Each person wants everyone to have a good time and make great videos.

Question #6 from opalwhisker: What do you do with all the gifts you receive? What's the weirdest/funniest gift you've been given? What's your favorite stuff?

Impulse: Pretty much everything is special, because they all have heart and meaning to the person that gave it to me, and it makes me very grateful for my fans and for what I do.

Skizz: The drawings really impress me because it's such a show of skill and talent and everything is so touching because it's personal.

Question #7 from AgnesBooth-zu7tw: What would you do for content creation if you can't do Hermitcraft?

Skizz: Streaming. I like doing variety game streaming as well as Hermitcraft, the cooking stream with my wife was a lot of fun. Also voice acting (enkay personal note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

Impulse: Anything that shows off my authentic self. I also really enjoy the video production end of things because it makes a great product and it plays to my strengths, I want to persue that more.

Also the Podcast!

Questions #8 and #9 from TrueCDC

Question #8: What video are you most proud of?

Impulse: The Storm the Castle video! I worked so hard on it, I learned a ton of new things, and it was really fulfilling for me to build something that was an experience everyone enjoyed.

Skizz: The Guess the Build series! I pitched the original idea based off of Telestrations and Grian took my idea and really polished it in terms of rules and getting the server mechanics organized so it's sleek. They're so much fun to make, everyone has a great time, the videos are amazing. I love the laughs we get out of it.

WHY WAS THAT BLEEP SO LONG

Question #9: What would you do differently about the podcast if you started again tomorrow?

The name. It doesn't telegraph a lot of information if you don't know who we are, and it doesn't really say anything about what sort of stuff we make.

The thing we DON'T regret is making our podcast NOT centered around a particular topic. It keeps things interesting for us and that's the most important element to keep the podcast going for as long as we want.

Questions #10 and #11 from Ranger12_

Question #10: What have you learned from each other?

Skizz: The importance of planning when it's needed. I tend to be more loose and free but it has it downfalls. I can still plan but have the freedom I need.

Impulse: A bit of parenting advice from Skizz. "If your kid is asking you to spend time with them to make a memory, You Take It."

Question #11: How did marching band change you?

Impulse: It kind of helped expose us to the multitasking that we would see later in adulthood, between school, having to have a job, and practicing. It taught me a lot of discipline and I got to experience the rush of REALLY hard work actually paying off.

Skizz: It really had a LOT of gravity and importance because of how intense and highly respected DCI is. It's a lot of pressure and we all had to pitch in to execute routines PERFECTLY.

Question #12 from LoSDockForBoats: Skizz, when you realize there was never a time limit on living your life to its fullest?

Skizz: A combination of my MS diagnosis in my mid-20s and any time when someone close to me passes away is always a wake-up call.

Question #13 from catfan0_0: Who are your favorite non-Minecraft content creators?

Skizz: For drumming, Estepario simply because he's the best, Brad Owen makes really good poker content and his videos are interesting, insightful, and funny! Sam The Cooking Guy is an amazing chef and host, and the post production is great, and the recipes he makes are AMAZING! (special shoutout to theOdd1sOut and Mark Rober)

Impulse: Harris Heller, he's a tech guy that I get most of my gear recommendations from, and I enjoy his videos.

Questions #14 and #15 from @skizzpulsee (AHHHHHHHH)

Question #14: What's your Roman Empire? (they didn't understand what that meant)

Impulse: Expanding my content to a wider scope.

Skizz: I don't think I have one (Enkay grabs the mic: IT'S SITCOMS)

Question #15 for Skizz: What's the best prank of all time?

Skizz: It was ages ago when I was working at Costco. There was a woman named K would nick little paper/cardboard signs that no one would miss from fast food places and stuff to decorate her room. We went to a Subway for lunch break and she said she wanted a sign that had LED lights in it. I grabbed it as we left and head back to work. She took it and later on I see there's a couple cop cars in the mall plaza and he told his boss to say that the cops were there for K because of the sign. He SOLD it and K is freaking out. I come back and pretend the cops talked to me. I grab the sign again and go outside to "talk to the cops". I put the sign in her car (I stole the keys from her locker) and return and pretend I got a stern talking to from the cops and they have my photo and information.

She got SO anxious about it that my boss felt bad and let her take the day off. She sees the sign in her car and flinches (I have snuck into the parking lot and have followed her). I yell at her to not get too mad, she yells at me good-naturedly, and she takes a well deserved afternoon off. (Kids, don't steal things)

Question #16 from Kiwimarauder: Which guest inspired you?

Impulse: Claire. She motivated me to pull the trigger on lifestyle changes that I'd been wanting to make for a few years now and it's recently been a big impact on me (but also I can't choose, they're all inspirational)

Skizz: My two main ones are Mumbo and Bdubs. Mumbo was such a big inspiration in terms of creativity and not questioning if my ideas are "good enough" and Bdubs because he helped me embrace "I'm happy and healthy and my important people are too, and sometimes that's all the ambition I need"

Question #17 from mariashaw980: Do you ever join the Hermitcraft server to find yourselves enamored by the utter creativity, complexity, and strength of your peers?

Impulse: Yeah, I was a big hermitcraft fan from season 2, and I was watching Etho from before I made a youtube channel. To be in the same space with these people hit me every time I'm with them. They're all inspiring and amazing and it's humbling.

Skizz: ditto to the above, I'm constantly amazed with literally everything

Question #18 from ronaldfelix1850: What other hobbies do you guys have besides gaming?

Skizz: Poker, but it's not a BIG hobby because poker is the fun thing and not gambling. I learned it from my older brothers and I loved the psychological angle of it.

Impulse: Computers and tech stuff, also renovating (probably because of my interior decorator wife). I love working on house projects.

Question #19 from Savannah_831: What's your favorite moment you've had together playing minecraft?

There's so many, but a recent highlight is our prank on Joel early in the season. It was a collaborative moment for us and it's so much fun to get one over on Joel because he has such great reactions and it was a matter of pride

Question #20 from TzainDoesMusic: Who's the one person you want to meet, dead or alive?

Impulse: Matthew McConaughey or Matthew Perry

Skizz: Matthew Perry is also high up there, but also Jesus would be cool. I would ask QUESTIONS. "I bet I could make him laugh"

Questions #21 and #22 from Alchamyx:

Question #21: To Skizz: How in the world do you stay so positive?

Skizz: It's more that I don't show too much real negativity on stream or in videos. It's not really what I want to give as a content creator for you guys, and everyone has bad days, nothing to be ashamed of.

Question #22: To Impulse: How do you see your creative projects come to life?

Impulse: Honestly they're usually spur-of-the-moment ideas, usually inspired by stuff that I surround myself with at the time. My candy factory was inspired by my daughter getting REALLY into all the Willy Wonka stuff. The cyberpunk city and all the lore wasn't inspired by ANYTHING topical. It just came to me, and I knew myself and Bdubs would have fun with the building style.

Questions #23 and #24 from angiesteuck:

Question #23: Skizz, how do you like playing on Hermitcraft?

Skizz: I LOVE it. It's fun being a guy that helps facilitate funny moments. It makes me want to be a better builder and do more for the Hermits, like Tango does with his amazing games

Question #24: Do you ever get recognized when you are out and about?

Impulse: Very rarely. We were once recognized together in the middle of nowhere and it was a really sweet family. But my last vacation I was on a cruise and I was recognized several times! If you see either of us, absolutely say hi when it's an appropriate time!

Skizz: I had a dinner where my waiter recognized me and he was very polite about it, it was such a nice moment.

BONUS PRIMMERS!!!!!

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Simblr.cc is officially 1 year old!

Hey everyone! Today hits a special milestone for Simblr.cc! It's first anniversary! We've really come a long way together! Since building a website isn't just about putting out a pretty page, but also the need of a community :) And I'm really grateful for the ones that stuck around or even given it a try! (I would've tagged you all but tumblr has a limit apparently lol)

How far have we come so far?

Currently, we got:

22k monthly views (And growing!)

2068 posts (Of which: 1821 mods, 18 wips, 54 stories, 12 tutorials, 120 showcases!)

515 members!

167 projects

81 Characters made!

... and 2 deadsite projects!

The Top 10 Downloads (Per Creator) are...:

Zeti_reticuli's 40 New Face presets Pack

@monocodoll Vile Ventures (NSFW)

@greenplumbboblover 's Bus Manager

@phoebejaysims's Cheerleader Mod

@olomaya's Get Pumped!

@ameriko-steelie's TS3 Adult to Teen Conversion Pack: Part 2

@shibarulata's 4t2's Faaeish Eyebrow pack

@catherinetcjd's LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

@simsdeogloria's 4t3 Charly Pancakes SMOL

@bellakenobi's Shining Nikki's Rosebud hair

However, that's not to mean that those are the only cool creators on the site, so definitely give the Mods page a check! :) I promise, you'll find some shinies for your game! 💎

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What's to come?

Quite a lot, honestly! Hopefully before the next anniversary it can finally run on ads, to pay the cost of the website!

And of course, hopefully we can add Paralives, Vivaland, Inzoi, To Pixelia, and The sims 5/project Rene(?) to add to the site :)

But regarding ✨features... ✨ We'll get:

A new rebranding of the site! (See the Discord for sneak peeks 😉)

A better Stories integration that isn't depending on chapters.

Uploading from the feed page (just like tumblr).

Auto Tumblr reblog system (Hence why the blog is a bit dead right now 😬)

And much more...! (I just need to come up with them, lol).

But... Most of all...

Thank you all for making this such an amazing journey :) To another year! 🥂

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thoughts on Transformers Animated

I would've been the perfect age to get absolutely oneshotted by Animated when it started airing on Cartoon Network, but my parents didn't pay for satellite TV, so after Transformers: Cybertron finished airing on CITV I was pretty much shit out of luck for Transformers cartoons for a while. I remember watching clips from the show on Monkey Bar TV, a section on Hasbro's website. The art style didn't really appeal to me. I do wonder about that alternate reality where I did get to see Animated as a nine year old. Would that have fucked me up?

This isn't a proper essay, I'm not here to tell you Transformers Animated Sucks And Here's Why, it's just some off-the-cuff thoughts I had, having now sat down to watch the cartoon in full for the second time in my life. I am going to have to break out the roman numerals, but only because I cannot shut up. So that's the epistemological status on this one.

I. Be a Hero

The thing with Transformers Animated is that it's a great Animated cartoon and kind of a terrible Transformers cartoon. My friend Jo recently put out an essay taxonimising the two different approaches to writing Transformers stories into Budianskian ("human-meets-robot") and Furmanist ("robots-fighting"), pointing to Animated as an example where the first season is grounded in human affairs and culture clash, only for the show to become progressively more preoccupied with conflicts between Autobots and Decepticons until, by the third season, Earth is basically just a backdrop used to create the illusion of stakes, a damsel-in-distress just offscreen. Well, having now revisited it, I honestly think it was Furmanist from the start?

I think the best way to approach Animated through a critical lens is to think of what it means to be an American boy/tween. What do you find cool? What do you want to be when you grow up? My equivalent to Animated was probably Ben 10, which I thought was the coolest shit; it was probably the best of the overtly-boy-aimed cartoons available to us Freeview plebs at the time. Ben 10 is a very empowering fantasy because Ben 10 can have pretty much any abiliity he wants at a particular moment. As a kid growing up you kind of do wish you could turn your flesh to solid crystal, or buzz around as a mutant bug, or just bowl over your enemies like a human bowling ball. These are normal emotions.

That's how Transformers Animated is written. A big part of Sari's character, as the obligatory audience-surrogate-human-child, is that she has an insane amount of freedom for a kid. She has a palatial penthouse, she's homeschooled, except she mostly ignores her Tutor-Bot, so in practise she can do whatever she wants. She gets given a magic key that lets her make any machine do whatever she wants it to, hilarity ensues, etc, etc. Some of my favourite parts of the show are when it teases out some of the pathos of Sari's character; her disconnection from other kids her age, the way the Autobots sometimes treat her more as a pet than a peer, her distant father with his Tom Kenny racist accent, the overly-mechanised and consumerist world she's adapted to thrive in.

The idea of Transformers Animated as a Budianskian story rings false to me because future-Detroit is about as alien from society as Cybertron itself; which is to say, not super alien, but still pretty unmistakably unreal. It's not trying to feel real. In fact, it's clear that the setting was chosen precisely for the sake of injecting Transformers sensibilities into the "human world" of the story, so that the show can be, on balance, more Transformers. This deliberate homogenisation strikes me as intrinsically Furmanist, which shies away from two-worlds-collide storytelling. Animated definitely has its moments of culture-clash, but they're not The Point, they're set-dressing.

Fundamentally, we're invited into the world of Transformers Animated through the eyes of the (all-male) Autobot cast. Between them they account for most of the episodic "learns an important lesson" character arcs, and as the show goes on, more and more of the screentime is devoted to their affairs. It's similar to how BIONICLE has two audience surrogates: the Matoran, who are weak and stupid like human children, and the Toa, who are cool and aspirational like teenagers or adults; the foundational text Mask of Light is preoccupied with the onscreen transmutation of the former into the latter, as if to say, this isn't just who you want to be, it's who you can be. The Autobots in Transformers Animated reflect the five key aspirational archetypes for young lads, as identified through extensive focus-group testing, these being: combination cop/firefighter, ninja, street racer, Engineer from Team Fortress 2, and angry old man.

Everything in the pitch slate for Transformers Animated is geared towards this being a superhero show that Hasbro doesn't need to pay license fees to Marvel for. It was literally called Transformers Hero at the start of its development. So like, taken as a superhero story in a toyetic kid sense (that is to say, there are no "secret identities", Superman is Superman full-time because kids find Superman sitting in an office boring), it's fine for what it is! This isn't like my Transformers One review where I'm going to try to convince you that the creative team weren't fucking trying, no, they were definitely trying for the most part, and they did a good job. It's purely a matter of taste.

Anyway! So!

Probably what had me be like, "man, fuck this"—and I've never heard anyone else mention this—was actually the Constructicons.

I know, right? Weird! If you're a veteran of the Transformers Animated discourse mines, you probably think of stuff like all the sexism, or the Tom Kenny Funny Accents, or maybe even something more abstract like the undercooked politics of the war. I dunno, maybe I'll talk about some of that stuff while I'm here. For me, though, there was more or less this hat trick of episodes at the start of Season 3, nearly three in a row, where for entirely different reasons I was like "man, fuck off".

II. Beneath the enemy scrotum

When the Constructicons are first introduced in Season 2, there's a genuinely tragic bent to their story. They're born into this alien world as fully-formed New Yoik Construction workers, they form this friendship with Bulkhead, the other Autobots are disproportionally suspicious of them, they get seduced by Megatron, they wind up getting their memories wiped. It's giving "Transmutate". And the arc that this introduction sets up for the Constructicons is like, hey, maybe when it counts, they'll remember who their friend really is, and they'll come back around to the side of angels. The thing with the Constructicons, right, is that they're stupid, and they're lazy, and they're selfish, and they think they're owed something when they're not. They operate on pure id, catcalling at cars, tossing back barrel after barrel of engine oil, and never really doing any actual work. And there's definitely an inherent humour to this image of an alcoholic digger sexually harassing random sportscars. So long as the show seems ultimately sympathetic towards the Constructicons, as if they might have a heart of gold under it all that separates them from the Decepticons, maybe it feels okay to laugh at them, because they're good people who just haven't worked it out yet. It's just a farce, a comedy of errors.

But every time the Constructicons come back, the show just... does an encore. They do more and more overtly evil things, and the show leans more and more on how crude these guys are. In "Sari, No-One's Home", they're cast in the roles of the robbers from Home Alone; if Transformers Animated can be said to have sinned, then it's an old sin, one drawn from a rich tradition of scorn for the working class, the ne'er-do-well, the wrong'un, the layabout. The Constructicons clearly have some valuable skill, when they can be motivated to work; the problem is that they're stupid and directionless. They're often banging on about their workers' rights, and making excuses not to work. While I don't think it's intentional on the part of the writers, the contrivance whereby they are "animated" (lmao) by shards of the AllSpark from regular human machinery does sort of separate them from the rest of the Transformers on an ontological, biological level. Wreck-Gar is similar, portrayed as basically just crazy, not quite a "full person".

Through a lens of writing as observation, the Constructicons are great; they're a distillation, a caricature, a cartoon of lots of specific things you've ever heard a workman say. But through a lens of writing as empathy, they're just kind of cringe, sorry. The show does not afford them the same internality as the Autobots, or even most of the other villains. It's hard to read them as anything other than a mean-spirited stereotype of labourers. On a narrative level, the purpose they serve is related to the Bush-era political morality play of the show; in fact, within the show itself, they provide perhaps the clearest view of who exactly Megatron is, what he believes, how he operates.

Again, I would've been eight when this show was airing. I had some consciousness of who the Prime Minister was, and I was cognizant of the election of President Obama, but it's fair to say that I had literally no perception of Bush-era American politics. Sue me. Most of what I know about it now, as an adult, comes from the spectre of the War on Terror on American culture. What I find striking about Megatron is just how abstract of a threat he is for almost the entire show. He almost never actually gets into fights with anyone. He's always lurking in some hole somewhere, making schemes to compel patsies to carry out acts of terrorism on his behalf. There are some occasions where he talks about Decepticons as a revolutionary movement, but only ever with a sneering self-consciousness that makes it clear that this is all talk, an obligatory performance he puts on in case anyone is dumb enough to believe him. Dude is in it for the power. He wants to be the boot. His complete immorality is what makes him dangerous more than anything—he doesn't care how many innocents get killed in the course of him getting what he wants—because even though he is a powerhouse, he's still just one guy, and he achieves most of his goals by being a liar, a schemer, a coward. And yeah, in the show, we see him take advantage of the Constructicons' stupidity/naivete (take your pick), playing on their sense of entitlement and resentment towards authority, directing their frustrations towards an invented scapegoat, the Autobots, who they've never met and don't know anything about. To me, that's political.

"Three's A Crowd" was what did it for me. Megatron's not even in that one; instead, there's this new guy, Dirt Boss, who forces the Constructicons and Bulkhead to fall in line. For their part, the Constructicons are basically onboard with the whole thing, and the language used in dialogue frames the situation as a workers' revolution (as the Constructicons see it) ruining everything. Scrapper gets something of a redemption later in the season, in "Human Error", but this is kind of unrelated to anything else involving the Constructicons; Mixmaster was always the brains of the operation, and he just exits the narrative after his attempted strike Goes Wrong. To me, the way it reads is something along the lines of like... look, the workers are stupid, and they're looking out for themselves, and wannabe-tyrants are always going to prey on that, so we shouldn't really blame the workers exactly... but also the workers should just stop fucking complaining, they should stop being lazy and contribute to society like the rest of us, and let the actually smart people tell them what's right and what's wrong. Maybe it's not exactly that. But it reads as something basically like that, to me, and sorry, but it just does nothing for me except make me feel bummed.

I realise this is probably more ink than has ever been spilled on the Animated Constructicons. Look, I don't want to get some sort of reputation as the Animated Constructicons crank. It's not that I feel particularly strongly about this, and more that it's difficult to articulate. We'll be going back to more familiar discourse territory for the rest of this blogpost.

III. Green with envy

Moving along, we come to "Where Is Thy Sting?", which is the climax of the Wasp subplot introduced in the Season 2 episode "Autoboot Camp". I think this subplot is typically very well-regarded in the fandom zeitgeist; people like the reinterpretation of loyalist Shockwave as a deep-cover Decepticon double agent in the Autobot Elite Guard ranks (his sick design certainly helps), and people enjoy the reinterpretation of Beast Wars Waspinator as a foil to Bumblebee, and people especially like the twist where you're led to believe Wasp is the double agent, right up until the episode's closing stinger.

Did anyone actually believe that, though? I'm genuinely asking. I can't remember if I got fooled the first time I watched "Autoboot Camp", or if I had already been spoiled on the twist through fandom osmosis, or if I just worked out that Wasp was innocent while watching the episode. On rewatch, it felt to me like the episode was really struggling to sell the ruse; Longarm is overtly suspicious from pretty much the moment he first speaks. This paragraph has gone on too long already, this is a cartoon for nine-year-olds, this probably literally was Baby's First Plot Twist for some number of children.

Anyway, the idea of a Decepticon double agent has a lot of narrative potential, so it's a shame that its largest footprint on the narrative of Transformers Animated is the stock-plot-iest mistaken-identity-slash-doppelganger plot to ever stock. If you ask me to point at one part of Animated and accuse it of Not Even Trying, "Where Is Thy Sting?" is that part. The auteur theorist in me notes that the writer of this one was Todd Casey, whose other credits are the aforementioned "Sari, No One's Home", which is another mid stock plot, and "Nature Calls", which is so forgettable that thirty seconds ago I reacquainted myself with TFWiki's synopsis of it and now all I can tell you is… it's about space barnacles?

And you can totally see how it happened, because on the surface, on the logline level, it seems very fun and clever. Wasp is depicted in the show as a green repaint of Bumblebee… so what if he used paint to literally swap identities with Bumblebee? This is the kind of thing that would make a brilliant Ask Vector Prime entry, but it makes for a rubbish 22-minute cartoon. The problem is it just doesn't work. If you stop and think about how to contrive the situation for more than a second, it becomes immediately obvious that it doesn't work at all.

Wasp swaps helmets with Bumblebee and keeps his faceplate up to hide his face. Their voices swap, but their speech patterns don't; one of the episode's big running jokes is that Wasp-as-Bumblebee keeps making obvious slips like referring to himself in the third-person. He hopes to get rid of Bumblebee-as-Wasp as soon as possible to minimize the risk he's exposed, but he also wants revenge, for Bumblebee to suffer as he did. As for Wasp's plan as Bumblebee… well he mostly just wants to enjoy freedom, kick back and play video games, he hasn't really thought past that.

What makes an identity-theft plotline good (I mean, when they are good), is not what it says about the character being impersonated, but rather how it tests the limits of their relationships with the other characters. What makes "Where Is Thy Sting?" bad is that it doesn't tell us anything about anyone—expect perhaps, "all the Autobots are really fucking stupid?" Is that anything?

Like, sure, if we're imagining a character thinking realistically, it's a bit of a leap for them to start entertaining the possibility of bodyswapping. But one of the first things Bumblebee-as-Wasp says to his friends is "I'm not Wasp, I'm Bumblebee! Wasp swapped our paint jobs and is trying to steal my identity!" And the other Autobots are like, "Pssh, that's crazy," despite the fact that Wasp-as-Bumblebee is in fact behaving extraordinarily odd. It's proper "hollering at the telly like Dad three cans deep watching the Green Rectangle" territory. I think this episode needed like three more drafts.

From an Animated liker's perspective, hey, maybe this is one dud amongst what's otherwise a consistently great series.

For me, this episode is sort of a flashpoint for a wider problem with contrivance in the series. That problem has a name.

IV. Sentinel Prime

As the series goes along, it builds up this kind of hilarious impression of Sentinel Prime as being singlehandedly responsible for everything that goes wrong in the show: from his mishandling of the boot camp that let Shockwave slip into the Autobot ranks, to his Archa Seven field-trip that led to the creation of Blackarachnia, to his decisions as acting Magnus nearly allowing Megatron to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Anything Optimus Prime's crew manage to achieve, they do so in spite of Sentinel Prime's actions. In "Where Is Thy Sting?", Sentinel is the last holdout, who'd sooner believe that literally every other Autobot is "in on it" than admit he was wrong about Bumblebee-as-Wasp. The show relies extremely heavily on Sentinel Prime's too-dumb-to-live personality for humour, but also relies on it to contrive conflict.

So yeah, I just don't "get" Sentinel Prime. I am actually doubtful that most Animated fans "get" Sentinel Prime, from the opposite direction, because I know y'all are for the most part, like me, too young to actually remember the Bush administration. Did you know that the title of Season 2 Episode 3, "Mission Accomplished", in which the Elite Guard prematurely declare the Decepticon threat on Earth to be nonexistent, is a direct reference to a famous speech by George W. Bush given at the start of the US invasion of Iraq in 2003, a bloody war that was still ongoing by the time of the cancellation of Transformers Animated in 2009? I didn't know about that speech until just now. Man, I would love to read a long-form, well-researched essay analysing Transformers Animated through the lens of the Bush presidency.

I can't help but observe history repeating itself with the release of Transformers One, where Sentinel Prime is used as an analogue for another idiotic Republican president.

If you squint, maybe there's something to it, in the Animated worldview, where this absolute brain idiot somehow blunders his way into ruling the whole planet by the show's finale, through no particular competency beyond craven opportunism and a delusionally-inflated sense of his own worthiness. Maybe Animated is a show that saw guys like this in positions of power and just wanted to laugh at them, bitterly, because if your president is bombing the shit out of people on the other side of the world, then if nothing else you can depict him as The Tick.

I dunno, it just doesn't do anything for me, never did. It's not particularly cathartic or entertaining for me when Sentinel Prime gets his head cut off—I would just rather be looking at any other character. My gut just tells me that I'm not looking at a character, I'm looking at some kind of narrative voodoo doll, who's getting humiliated to prove some point about something that exists in some other reality altogether. Put plainly, maybe it's precisely the fact that depicting Trump as the blue-and-orange man… didn't stop his election, and certainly didn't stop his re-election. If there can be said to be a culture war, then shit like this was on the losing side, y'know? It's as if we're conceding that all good people can do is console themselves, and pride themselves on their righteousness, while all bad people can do is whatever the fuck they want.

IV. Animated is cancelled

To be fair, Sentinel does get some actual depth at times, shades of nuance that gesture towarads the illusion that he could be a guy who really exists in a three-dimensional world. One of the best examples of this is in "Predacons Rising". Sidenote, weird that they reused that title for the Prime movie, isn't it?

These exchanges between Sentinel Prime and Blackarachnia are some of the best in the whole series:

"I just never knew, never imagined that something this… unspeakable could have happened to you. How can you even live like that?! It's horrible! It's disgusting!" "Okay, okay, I get it! It's bad, but it's not that bad, all right?!" "No. It's worse. You should have gone offline." […] "So that's it?! You just slag your old friend Elita-1?" "Don't say that name! You don't deserve to say that name! You're not Elita-1, you mutant freak. Elita-1 went offline a long time ago."

Sentinel Prime's xenophobia towards organics is played for laughs in most of the show, and he doesn't get many opportunities to actually act on it. This episode is different! In this scene, a healthy reaction from Sentinel would be relief that his old friend Elita-1 is alive after all. But he's so revolted by her mutant appearance—and, unspoken, by his own hand in disfiguring her—that he actually can't suffer her to live! As I've said, Sentinel Prime is often depicted as a delusional liar, an Autobot equivalent to Starscream, and this episode is special because we see him rewrite the narrative in his own mind in real time. At first he feels that Elita-1 should have died. Then he convinces himself that Elita-1 is already dead, so he doesn't have to feel bad about killing Blackarachnia.

I think this dialogue is very raw, and it's extremely distinctive—Blackarachnia's "Hang on, it's not THAT bad!" is hilarious—and it was only after watching the episode that I remembered it had been written by Larry DiTillio and Bob Forward, which certainly explains why. Beast Wars always walked a knife-edge between great comedy and messy feelings.

Ultimately, though, "Predacons Rising" has kind of a nasty aftertaste. It establishes this deliciously fucked-up dynamic… and then kind of doesn't interrogate it at all?

Some of the earliest criticisms I ever saw directed at Transformers Animated concerned its handling of female characters. In terms of recurring ones that matter, it basically boils down to Blackarachnia and Sari, with Arcee and Slipstream to a lesser extent, and the shared thread I would draw between them is that they all have something fucked-up going on with their bodies. Specifically, they exist in this state because of various men in the show. Blackarachnia's hideous mutation was caused by Sentinel and Optimus, frequently framed as "look what you did!" Sari's technoorganic body and abnormal development are effectively thanks to her father, and her relationship with him in Season 3 is coloured heavily by this. Arcee's memory wipe and millennia-long coma were done at Ratchet's hands. Slipstream is implied to be Starscream's "feminine side", defined explicitly in relation to him. There is a sense that female characters are just treated differently by the narrative, and I personally think it's reasonable to term this a misogynist streak, though it's complicated by the fact that both Sari and Blackarachnia have some of the richest characterisations in the show (contrast Elita-1 and Airachnid in Transformers One, who have literally nothing going on).

A curious thing about Blackarachnia is that the show typically presents her deal as being "I'm hideous!", but many of the male characters in the show are depicted as infatuated with her. Cinemasins ding? Derrick J. Wyatt's design for her may not be as horny as the Beast Wars original, but it's still horny. The "mutation" aspect of her design is a little hard to parse out, because despite her supposedly radically altered biology… well, she looks like a cartoon character, same as any other Transformer in the show. Because Blackarachnia is the only female Transformer for most of the series, it's unclear whether the male bots react to her this way because they've never seen a woman before, or if it's a specific factor of her horrible spider swag. I mean I guess it's the latter? And I dunno, it just bums me out. Everyone is into her, but only in a way where it's taboo, she's Othered. Blackarachnia thinks she won't be accepted back into Cybertronian society because she looks like a monster.

And she's right! In "Predacons Rising", Sentinel Prime's view of Blackarachnia is tacitly acknowledged as being basically correct on a narrative level; in fact, at the end of the episode, Optimus Prime surprisingly describes Sentinel Prime as a "good bot"... when the most unusual thing that Sentinel Prime has done this episode is just be very xenophobic. As the show presents it, Blackarachnia is a monster who no longer values the lives of others, and her trauma response has turned her into an evil influence on the universe. At the end of the episode, the problem is "solved" only because Blackarachnia is accidentally shunted into another fucking universe; to Sentinel and Optimus, it literally seems like she's died, and they seem relieved about it, glad they can finally have closure on the whole affair, which was entirely their fault. This was the "original sin" which got Optimus Prime kicked off onto the space bridge repair crew, the entire driving impetus for his arc to prove himself as a hero; but this arc isn't resolved by him "saving" Blackarachnia in any way, rather by him washing his hands of her, this little blemish on his record expelled from the universe. I'm pretty sure Blackarachnia isn't mentioned again.

(You actually see something very similar with Omega Supreme. Animated is pretty clear about the Autobots being fucked up in their own ways, and a big example is Omega Supreme being programmed to heroically self-sacrifice himself if needed. In the Season 2 finale, Ratchet only brings Omega Supreme back online as a last-ditch effort to stop Megatron, and is conflicted over the fact that he's reviving Omega only to have him sacrifice himself again. The resolution to this conflict... is for Omega to sacrifice himself to stop Megatron, because there's no other option, and then Omega pretty much exits the narrative in any way that matters.)

If you're an Animated liker, the obvious argument to make is that the writers did in fact have plans for Blackarachnia… they just didn't get the chance to put them into place. We know that early pitches for Season 4 were very beast-focused, that the show staff were kind of bored of Megatron and wanted to do more with Blackarachnia. It's true! But I dunno, actually watching the show, I just don't see it. I look at the Constructicons, where it seemed like the can was being kicked down the road until they just got bored of it. We have a lot of behind-the-scenes insight into Animated, and it just does not strike me as a meticulously planned show. When Blackarachnia was introduced, I can't imagine there was a strong idea of how her arc might resolve itself, because the tension of leaving it unresolved is in fact the whole point. To me, Animated is a show constructed entirely out of these tableaus, these dynamics, which build towards a season finale but never a series finale. While people generally agree that it was a shame Animated was cancelled, if you probe deeper, you'll find a bit more of a split on whether or not is was cancelled prematurely; more accurately, it simply wasn't renewed. I think part of what confuses people about Animated is that it was never being written towards a definitive conclusion—but rather, with the intent that it it could go on indefinitely.

There's a lot to mourn about the show; it was really the last time—in fact, if you discount the Beast era for the Beast-ness of it all, the only time—that a Transformers cartoon was permitted to radically reinterpret pretty much whatever aspect of the franchise it wanted, to make up new characters, to rewrite the mythos. The "mythos", such as it were, did not exist yet; the Binder of Revelation had yet to be codified. In anything made after Animated, "Prowl" could never, ever, have been a motorcycle ninja. The ossifying brand-alignment that began with Prime and continues with the so-called "evergreen" production bible has stifled innovation in the brand; unless there is a radical change in brand management internal to Hasbro itself, there will never be another take on Transformers as radical as this.

But I guess the necessary flipside of this is that I don't think Animated is really the purest expression of Transformers that many people treat it as. Its writing and visuals achieve a basic level of consistent quality that is otherwise absent from most stories in the brand, sure, but this doesn't make it the "best" Transformers cartoon ever. Perhaps there's no such thing. "Transformers", whatever that is, it's something else. It exists in your mind as much as it exists in mine. True "Transformers" has never been tried.

Just kidding there is a best Transformers cartoon and it's Beast Machines, obviously.

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Bunch of random stuff I forgot I hadn’t posted—

Explanations under a cut cause it’s fun to rant :3

Leon pose study! I don’t remember which pose reference website it was I used tho augh

A Leon headcanon (0_o)— yeahg I like the headcanon that his gloved hand is a prosthetic. This headcanon lead me on a really cool rabbit hole looking up medieval prostheses and stuff and there’s a guy from the 1500s I think named Götz whose hands are in a museum— anyway really cool stuff, if I can find it again I’ll add the link to some of the websites I ran into about it :3. It also lead me to research the time period Leon is from and I discovered that Leon would actually not have been a crusader fun fact! His game takes place approximately two years before the crusades are presumed to have started, he likely would’ve been a knight in other conflicts. Actually the year he got knighted (pretty sure it was like 1088???) lines up with a revolt that happened in northern France and southern Britain, and given that he has a French last name, it would make more sense if he was a part of that— he actually would’ve left his baron title to go fight Walter instead of fighting in the crusades! Again I’ll have to idk maybe make a post with a ton of random historical stuff cause it’s really interesting :3

More Leons hehehe— it was supposed to be a much larger whole page dedicated to each Belmont thing, but this one just kinda ended up doodles related to mostly just one headcanon lol. I’ll probably come back to it later, but hehehe I uh got into something else too and uh well that’s for another doodle on this post—

It was so hard to figure out how to simplify Leon’s hair, but it was worth it. Look at him with his cute little smile :)!

They’re all gaming on the same weird off brand arcade cabinet thing I have in my house hahahaha yay projecting! Anyway, they’re playing Darkstalkers. Richter is a Felicia main and is wayyyyyyyy too competitive to let Leon win. Leon (picked BB cause he thought she looked nice— was surprised when she had a gun lol) has never played an arcade game in his life and is struggling lol. Both Trevor (plays as Morrigan and Talbain and button mashes) and Simon (very serious Anakaris, Zabel, and Lilith player) are desperately trying to give him pointers, but they’re both conflicting with each other and it’s all fighting game lingo that Leon doesn’t know so uh 💀💀💀💀💀. Christopher (Rikuo main) is waiting his turn, as is Juste (bizarre secret Marionette copy character main). Julius is laughing at the whole situation and will not be playing, not because he’s not like an arcade fighter fan or anything, but because he’s just more of a Tekken and Soul Caliber guy.

This is a redraw of a way older doodle that I can’t find the original of rn, it might be on Instagram idk. The text says “I can lift him! :D” and yes, Trevor evidently can lol. Simon is a little uh only unsure about it 💀.

Uh oh— bro’s really lost— found himself in the dungeon’s of fear and hunger—

Heyyyy so this one references the thing I just got into recently uhhhhh— I just started transformers :D. Yay! Anyway Simon has met Optimus Prime before fun fact, dream mix tv fighters is a game for sure. Text says “bisexual”. I can’t blame him, Optimus is pretty cool tbh— but but hear me out on Ratchet I mean Anyway, expect more transformers stuff cause I already made OCs.