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TW. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ! MDNI ! Noncon, captivity, spanking, anal, bondage, voyeurism, edging (you don't get to finish)

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“You don’t have to cry when you’re not on camera, you know.”

Tears dribbled down your cheeks as you curled up into a little ball. Your hands were wrapped in soft mittens, making them basically unusable. You sniffled and wiped your face. It was humiliating. You were practically nude save for the collar around your neck and the stockings clinging to your upper thighs.

“Seriously,” He sighed and wrapped his large hand around your ankle, yanking you across the mattress until you were seated at the edge where all the cameras were pointed to. “You’ve got to save your energy,” He chided and smoothed out your hair a bit. He wiped at your ruddy face, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Although… yeah keep pouting like that,” he groaned and pulled out the handheld. He zoomed the lens in on your fearful expressions. His breathing became ragged. As he held your face in his palm, squishing your cheeks and turning your head in various directions. A bit of drool slipped past your lips, and you let out a tiny sob. “Fuckkkk you’re perfect. You’re my perfect little thing aren’t you?” His thumb worked his way past your teeth, chuckling softly as he smeared spit over your puffy lips.

The world spun as you were forced over, your hips propped up on a pillow. You let out a strangled cry as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He quickly worked to strap your arms to be folded together behind your back, making it arch almost painfully. He spread the globes of your ass open, and you whimpered at the feeling. Normally he’d keep you stuffed with toys, making a show of how gaped you could become afterwards, but today was different. You shuffled a bit to see what he was preparing, and you yelped at the feeling of cool lube being poured onto your skin. You tried to shut your thighs, but he kept them open as he began to work his fingers into you. You moaned soon after, your eyes fluttering as the sounds of your cunt being pumped into sounded out.

“We got- fuck- we got a request to have you be spanked and then do a bit of anal. They said- said not to touch your clit or anything. So unfair haha. Our viewers have gotten so mean lately. I think they like seeing you all scared. But you don’t have to be scared with me, baby. No no no, You’ve just got to relax so I can keep taking care of us.”

It shouldn’t feel this bad, or any more bad than being kidnapped and fucked mercilessly on a daily basis would. But no, no he made you read all the things people said about you. About him. They didn’t think this was real, and if they did, then they probably were getting off on the idea that you were being held captive. You had tried to call out for help once in a video, but when people said your screams were too realistic, he started to gag you for a while after that. It was a project, this wasn’t actually your life, he was a good partner, you were a good actor: All things people said instead of actually helping you. And now you were stuck having your ass spread for whoever would pay the most, just because he couldn’t deal with the reality that this was anything but your worst nightmare.

In the last few weeks, your captor had been filming nearly every moment of your life. You’d be convinced that he got some sick pleasure from documenting every scream and tearful breakdown, but you knew better. Sure, he liked it, but he mainly did it because of his damn viewers. You were sure that we wouldn’t even have your thighs open and down if it wasn’t for a good chunk of those sick fucks practically begging to see him fuck you on a near daily basis, but then again he was literally your kidnapper so you couldn’t say anything for certain anymore.

You squealed as he brought his hand down. The resounding crack was followed by a burning sting. You didn’t have a moment to breathe before he smacked you again, and again until your backside was on fire and bruised. Your tears stained the pillow as you whimpered, and he reached forward, petting your lower back like one would a frightened animal.

“There we go. You did so good.” 

He had to gag you before starting to actual fuck you. He was running his fingers over your scalp as if it would make anything better. His cock was stretching out your asshole in a way that felt all too wrong and full. You gurgled pathetically as he shallowly thrust into you. It didn’t even feel all that good, but he was moaning like you had handed him heaven on a silver platter.

“Mngh! H-hah d-don’t worry baby- I’ll touch your pussy as much as you want after this,” he whispered mischievously as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. You sobbed at the thought of letting him anywhere near your other hole, but you were leaking all over the sheets at the moment. And your cunt was positively aching to have attention paid to it. You winced as he grew more frantic in pacing, finally spilling deep within your clenching ass. You made a pathetic whine as he stilled within you, spanking your ass a few more times as he rolled his hips almost teasingly before pulling out. He panted as he hooked his finger in the rim of your asshole and pulled it to the side so the camera could capture the way his cum leaked out.

“Okay! And that should be good for now,” he sighed, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair. “Man, baby, you’re so fucking tight down here. I thought you were gonna rip my dick off haha,” he laughed breathlessly and unbuckled the gag. He massaged your jaw as you slumped forward.

“I know, I know. You don’t like being shut up like that… but I really kind of have to. I mean, It’s not exactly hot when you’re screaming for help all the time,” He said and started to review the footage while his other hand reached down and started to tease your clit again. You jumped at his touch, but as humiliated as you were, you were so embarrassingly horny that you simply bit into the sheets beneath you to stop the humiliating noises from spilling out.

One maddeningly slow circle at a time. You grunted softly, and he let out a whistle. “ You know, I’m so glad I get to do this with you. I’m really lucky. Most people can’t make a living from loving their partner all the time like we do.”

He slipped a finger in, and you rolled your hips desperately to meet the friction.

“It just sucks that so many people want me to be mean to you. Hah… I guess we should be grateful, huh? You’re so cute… it’s no wonder people want to bully you…” He trailed off before kneeling down between your legs. He hummed appreciatively as his hand worked on your entrance, your walls pulsing around his fingers. He smiled, and you felt his breath on your sensitive folds before you could help yourself. You yelped a bit as he groaned into your pussy, his tongue stroking and slurping eagerly. You keened softly as you bucked your hips, trying to grind on his nose. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly as you panted and trembled. Finally, after all that fucking bullshit, you were gonna cum. 

And then, all of a sudden, his touch was gone. 

You blinked for a moment, before tears of frustration gathered in your eyes. You let out a wail as you writhed, trying desperately to find the sweet friction you needed to finish, but he merely placed a hand on your lower back.

“Oh? Hold up…”

You craned your neck to the side as tears slipped down your face, and you paled as you saw his expression. He was smiling, almost cruelly as he rubbed your back in a sympathetic way.

“Sorry baby. We just got another request. A bunch of nipple play this time. My viewers are so weird haha. Anyways, I promise I’ll let you cum for real afterwards as a reward,” he assured you, and you whimpered as he loomed over you, fixing the camera to start the whole ordeal all over again with a wicked glint in his eye. You let out a terrified squeak. As much as you and him blamed the people who paid for these stupid videos, you didn’t think that anyone who didn’t enjoy their job would look so gleeful about it at the same time.

[haechwrites]

fated rejection - J.WW

college student!wonwoo x fem reader (3rd person)

wc: ~5.9k

warnings: loner wonwoo, angst, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers?, rejection, past trauma (mild)

A/N: i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long and tbh it was meant to be a much longer fic but i deleted almost everything. these parts were my fave and they felt most satisfying to me so !! enjoyyy. i hope i don’t disappear again hehe

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“I don’t know which one to watch, though.”

“We can just decide when you get here later,” Wonwoo says in between bites of cereal. With his left hand, he’s fumbling trying to prop up his phone on Vernon’s water bottle.

“When I get where?” She says though he can’t see her face. He can just see her ceiling as he listens to her do something in the background.

Wonwoo pauses for a second, letting her think. When all he hears is her continual surrounding noises, he finally speaks up.

“...When you get to my apartment… for the group project.”

He can hear her gasp when he finishes his sentence and then some more rustling. Finally, her head pops up from the bottom of his screen, and if she weren’t so pretty, he would’ve choked on his Cheerios from the jumpscare.

She smiles wide trying to hide her bout of short-term memory.

“Yes… the group project… session… at your place… that I’m definitely getting ready for right now.” She fidgets and he can see it through the camera. He hopes she can see the sharp glare he’s sending her too.

“You forgot,” Wonwoo says plainly.

“I did not… forget.” She takes the phone into her hands, taking a seat on her bed. He can see the pillows plush around her head as she positions herself comfortably. He wonders what her room looks like, besides the ceiling and the corner of the bed he’s viewing. Wonwoo thinks it has to be decorated as loud as her personality, compared to his room that’s mainly white and boring. He makes a mental reminder to not let her in there today.

He grabs his phone as well, bringing it closer to his face.

“You. Definitely. Forgot.” He teases, watching the guilt grow on her face.

“Who forgot?” Mingyu walks into the kitchen, hair still recovering from his long slumber. By the looks of it, Wonwoo thinks he forgot too.

“Y/N forgot that we’re meeting up today for the group project.”

And the way Mingyu stills trying to steal a bite from Wonwoo’s cereal, he knows he was right. The milk is dribbling from the spoon as the cereal is suspended in the air, and Wonwoo turns his phone away so she doesn’t see that another member of the group has forgotten. He rolls his eyes, shoving the spoon into Mingyu’s mouth.

Mingyu hums, feigning ignorance. “Yes! The group project, duh. At our place.” Chunks of Cheerios are splattering onto the table as he speaks and Wonwoo scowls at the clumsy boy.

“See,” Wonwoo smiles condescendingly at his phone. “Even Gyu remembers.”

Mingyu tries to steal the whole bowl from him, but Wonwoo’s arm blocks him along with the stern look on his face. Mingyu groans in response and heads towards the cabinets to make his own breakfast.

“And I did too! How could I forget the precious plans we made together, Won?” She says ever so sweetly. He can see her lashes flutter even through her bad wifi connection.

Mingyu’s head snaps in the direction of her voice through the phone, tilted in curiosity.

‘Won?’ he mouths. He begins to giggle to himself, dragging a stool opposite of Wonwoo. His eyebrows are raised teasingly, and there’s a huge smile on his face at the sound of the nickname that naturally escaped her lips.

Wonwoo is turning his camera away from his face once again before telling Mingyu to back off. No longer interested in breakfast, or stealing Wonwoo’s, he’s keenly listening in on their conversation.

“So I’ll see you at 1?” Wonwoo asks.

He watches her eyes flicker to her clock before she nods. “Yep, I’ll see you at 1!”

“The plans are for 12,” Wonwoo deadpans, and her face drops.

“Fuck you.”

“See you!” He ends the call.

It’s silent in the kitchen as Wonwoo continues to play on his phone, refusing to meet MIngyu’s eyes. He already knows he’s in for it.

“So… Won.” Mingyu slyly tries to grab his spoon. Not wanting to have this conversation, Wonwoo actually lets him steal a bite.

“Yes, Gyu.” He mistakenly looks up and there’s a pleased look on Mingyu’s face. Wonwoo tries not to let his face show that he’s phased. He simply gives him a blank stare, like video chatting her is normal and her calling him by a nickname is normal.

Which it is. It has been his new normal for the past two months or so. Wonwoo never expected to grow this close to a person in college especially considering how dry the past four years have gone, both friend and relationship wise. But Y/N has somehow managed to find her place in his life after being added to his group project the day after she was absent. And he let her in without fighting. She managed to slip her way into his life in a way that no one has before, especially considering she used to just be a classmate he saw around every once in a while — and found mildy? slightly? Okay, incredibly attractive.

However, now, her place feels unfamiliar. It’s shifting towards even more uncharted waters. It wasn’t like his friendships with Mingyu, Hoshi, and Vernon.

Maybe it’s because she’s a girl and this is his first girl (emphasis on the space) friend or that’s what Wonwoo has been telling himself these past two weeks. Or maybe it’s because unlike the boys, Y/N doesn’t complain when they spend time alone, when all Wonwoo wants to do is be introverted. She doesn’t complain when she calls and he’s gaming. She doesn’t complain when he’s overslept and is showing up to their study sessions with sleep still in his eyes.

He appreciates her efforts far more than he did before. Especially when her sweet acts like buying him a milk tea carton, every time they meet up to work on the project, sends his heart into a frenzy. Or when she laughs extra hard at his jokes, when he knows they’re not that funny. Wonwoo really likes it when their conversations go on a tangent, and they’re no longer talking about which powerpoint template they should use but what sweetness level is best at their campus’ coffee shop. Wonwoo won’t let himself look deeper into that feeling though. Besides, it could just be the caffeine from all the varyingly sweetened americanos they’ve sampled.

All he knows right now is that their relationship feels different and Wonwoo often wonders if there’s a need to define it. He never allows himself to dive further than that. His chest seizes at the possibilities.

“So what’s going on?” Mingyu asks, propping his chin on his hand.

“Just… eating breakfast.” Wonwoo stares, as if it was obvious, making Mingyu roll his eyes in frustration.

He tsks, “I meant with you and Y/N. Duh.”

“With me and Y/N? I don’t understand.” Wonwoo shakes his head, confused at Mingyu’s questioning.

“Are you guys… like more than friends? Just friends? I’m just curious,” Mingyu shrugs. “I’ve never seen you willingly talk this much to anyone but the three of us.”

“We’re friends,” Wonwoo says quickly, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest. He can feel the tips of his ears turn warm.

“Why-,” Wonwoo clears his throat. “Why do you think we’re more than just friends?”

Since the topic wasn’t brought up by someone other than the nagging lovesick voices in his head, Wonwoo was actually curious to hear what his friend had to say. Truthfully speaking, if we’re going to be really honest here, Wonwoo has thought of her in a romantic light from time to time, but seeing as he barely managed to move from a classmate to a friend basis with her, a relationship didn’t seem possible. A relationship felt so out of reach, it was embarrassing to even consider. With a loner like Wonwoo, he could never fathom Y/N liking him back.

“You know who she reminds me of? She reminds me of Yuna.” This makes Wonwoo choke on his cereal milk.

“Yuna?! Like from high school, that Yuna?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu nods. “The one you had a crush on for like two years.”

“And then she hardcore friendzoned me. Why would Y/N remind you of Yuna? That’s horrible…” Wonwoo shivers, reliving his teenage rejection. It was an awful time for him. He had allowed himself to fall for his longtime crush, ask her out, only for her to completely and very publicly embarrass him. Vernon gave her death glares for two months whenever they crossed paths.

“She doesn’t remind me of her. She just reminds me of the crush you had on her. The way you’re acting now, it’s like when you had a crush on Yuna. It’s so cute.”

“I-I don’t like Y/N like that. And even if I did, why would you compare it to my failed high school love life? That’s traumatizing.” Wonwoo gets up from the stool, and moves to start washing his dishes – and some of Hoshi’s from last night’s dinner.

“Okay maybe I went about describing this the wrong way. I’m not saying she’s going to friendzone you. I’m saying you have crush behavior, like how you did back in high school. With Yuna… but you seem in denial this time.”

Wonwoo sighs. “I don’t like her like that. And I’m not in denial. Even if I did, you just gave me a reason to not do anything about it. So, thanks.”

Wonwoo angrily scrubs at the stain Hoshi left on one of the plates and he groans at how stubborn it is. The more he scrubbed, the more the stain started to look like Yuna. Then he starts to remember the look of disgust she gave him when he gathered the courage to confess his feelings. He could hear her conceited scoff ringing in his ears. If his fingers didn’t hurt so much from his steel grip on the sponge, the sore pain in his chest would’ve been a lot more noticeable.

“Noooo,” Mingyu whines. “That wasn’t the point of this conversation.”

Wonwoo slams the faucet shut, turning to face his friend. “Then what was the point, Mingyu?”

Mingyu somehow shrinks himself small, giving Wonwoo a sad look. “I just wanted you to realize your feelings for her. I want you to be happy, Woo.”

“Yeah, well, I’m perfectly happy like this. So please stop pushing this on me.” Wonwoo says with finality, before returning to his dishes. He could feel the coldness he left in the air, and he winced at his own tone. He can hear Mingyu awkward shuffling behind him.

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna go buy some snacks before Y/N gets here. Want anything?”

“I’m good.”

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But he wasn’t. Wonwoo lied. All throughout the entire study session, he kept fidgeting in his seat at her close proximity. She called dibs on the seat next to him and it’s not like he hasn’t been this close to her before. However, after that talk with Mingyu, he can only see her and think about his potential feelings for her. Loose emphasis on the word, ‘potential.’

“Okayyy, I honestly think we’re done.” Vernon claps his hands on his thighs, cueing the end of the session.

“Yeah, I feel good. We should be ready to present.” She nods, not moving to pack her stuff. “Do you guys wanna get dinner?”

Hoshi’s posture straightens, “Oooh, wanna order in?”

She matches his smile, immediately agreeing. She leans over the table to look at Hoshi’s phone, blocking Wonwoo’s sight and he gulps. How is he supposed to last a dinner with her when he could barely handle the last few hours?

He accidentally catches Mingyu’s eyes and there’s a devilish gleam to them. Wonwoo immediately scowls, leaning back in his seat to draw some distance from her.

“Won, what are you craving?” She turns her head to him, waiting for his input. Her face was less than a foot away from his, he could smell the aftertaste of their lattes from her breath.

“I-I’m good. With whatever. Friend.” He sputters out. That gets him looks from everyone at the table, before they decide to ignore him and continue looking at menus. Wonwoo excuses himself, not before dragging Mingyu to his room.

After trudging his friend down the hallway, he silently slams the door of his room behind them. In pure Wonwoo fashion, Mingyu wasn’t sure how he was able to close the door so gently but so scarily.

“You.”

“Me.” Mingyu responds.

“You… you’re messing with my brain,” Wonwoo whines, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. Mingyu simply takes a seat on his bed and enjoys the mental torment his best friend is experiencing. It feels good to be right, he thinks.

“How am I messing with your brain?” He tilts his head innocently.

“You’re making me think things, Gyu.”

“What things?” Mingyu eggs him on and every second that passes, Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow closer together.

“You know, like, non-platonic things. I don’t know! These thoughts weren’t there before.” Wonwoo lies, even he knows that didn’t sound convincing.

Wonwoo finally stops pacing and takes a seat next to Mingyu. His shoulders are tense with frustration. Mingyu could practically see the thoughts trapped inside Wonwoo’s head.

“Are you sure they weren’t? Or were you just denying them?” Fearful of asking these questions, Mingyu’s eyes dart Wonwoo’s way for a second to check if he crossed any lines before fixating on his computer set up on the other wall.

“It’s really annoying that you think I have these feelings,” Wonwoo groans. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter, because she would never like me back.”

“But I do.”

Wonwoo and Mingyu whip their head to the bedroom door they swear was closed a second ago. However, it was wide open, and Y/N was standing in the entrance confidently. Or so it seemed, since she was hiding her shaking hands in her hoodie pockets.

“Huh?” Wonwoo says, despite very clearly hearing what she just announced.

“No way…,” Mingyu follows. He was rooting for her to return his feelings, but seeing it physically happen was still mind blowing to him.

“I like you, Wonwoo.” She says a little louder, she pulls her hands out of her pockets to stop them from profusely sweating. If he was any closer, he could hear her heart banging against her ribcage or see the sweat beginning to coat her forehead. This was harder than the moment she approached Wonwoo for the first time.

“I came in to get your dinner order, but I guess you’re getting a confession too,” she laughs awkwardly, trying to appear calm.

Mingyu took this as his cue to leave, though not really wanting to miss the action. It was like he was forcing his heavy feet to move out of the room, not before giving her a small “fighting!” and exiting. However, he didn’t get far, because once he turned the corner, he rammed into two crouched figures outside the doorway.

Hoshi hisses when Mingyu’s foot comes in contact with his shin and Vernon fumbles on his feet, catching the weight of Hoshi’s body in front of him.

“You guys are terrible,” Mingyu quietly scolds the two spies and they roll their eyes.

“As if you weren’t gonna do the same if we weren’t already here.” Hoshi crosses his arms, unmoved by Mingyu’s moral questioning.

“Just scoot over,” Mingyu hisses before finding a space between them to also eavesdrop on this new addition to Wonwoo’s love life. But with what comes next, it may just be the end.

“No, you don’t.” Wonwoo states in response.

Her eyebrow twitches for a second in confusion, not wanting to let her confidence be wavered.

“What do you mean?” She can feel her throat go dry watching his facial features stiffen. This is not what she expected after confessing. Now her heart was racing at a speed that made her feel sick.

“You don’t like me.” Straight to the point. Like it was an undefiable fact. It pierced her chest in a way that made her almost second-guess her feelings.

Y/N scoffs in disbelief, and he winces at how painfully familiar it sounded.

“How could you speak on my feelings like that? I just said I like you, Wonwoo. If I said it, then I mean it.” She takes a step closer to him to hammer her point in, but he swiftly moves back, scared. She would’ve liked it better if he stood his ground, as watching him actively avoid her hurt even more. It’s like she could feel the line being drawn between them again.

“It’s not that simple,” He fights back.

“And it’s not that difficult.” She pushes harder. She was borderline angry, desperate for him to hear her out.

“You’re just confused…,” Wonwoo says her name in a way that makes it seems like he cares. With how softly it flows past his lips, she was almost convinced he was saying he liked her back. But with the space he put between them, she knew her mind was just tricking her.

“Confused,” she repeats. Not liking the finality of the word and how bitter it tasted on her tongue.

She finally breaks eye contact with him to stare at his bedroom walls. It’s much different than hers, but that’s what she expected. Truthfully, she was hoping to be able to see his room today. It would’ve made her feel like they had grown much closer, to be let into his personal space like that. She imagined the walls to be blank, but to at least have a few pictures or mementos of Wonwoo and the boys. But his room was void of anything, as if it was purposeful. Even if she tried to hang a picture of them two on his wall, it felt like the room would reject it for the sake of staying empty. Desolate.

The weight of that realization grew heavier on her mind. That’s just who Wonwoo is. That’s what he makes himself out to be, as hard as he can. Alone.

Y/N’s anger is now gone. And so is her fight. Her heart finally settles down to a cold, steady beat and her fingers stop trembling. She can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she sighs, suddenly feeling tired. Wonwoo feels her eyes back on him.

“Okay,” she nods. “Whatever you want.” She gives him a tight lipped smile, eyes meeting his but it felt like she was looking further. Like she was staring through him.

Her change in demeanor shocks Wonwoo, and he feels the foundation he built around his feet begin to shift. Despite wanting her to agree with him, it felt odd for it to happen. It didn’t feel good at all. Wonwoo thought he was protecting himself by shielding her confession, but it felt like a sword found it’s way to his back and sliced through. Now he was bleeding.

“I actually don’t feel like eating anymore, so I think I’m just gonna head home. I’ll tell the boys to order without me.” She says this without looking at him, taking another long look at his empty walls, and Wonwoo finds himself missing her gaze on him. His hand twitches, wanting to catch her wrist, stop her from leaving.

Not giving him a second to change his mind, because she knows he wouldn’t, she turns her heels around. Her eyes begin to sting and she tucks her head before he can see why. She walks quickly out the door, not minding the three men crouched in the hallway, and makes her escape.

The last thing the four of them hear is the door shut and a curse leave Wonwoo’s mouth.

“Fuck.”

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“Freshmen dorms are listed on the map, the route is highlighted. Once you get to the area, there should be tables set up that tell you which building and room you’re assigned to. Happy orientation!”

Wonwoo blinks at the cheery girl decked out in his newly admitted university’s colors, and wonders if he’s supposed to wish her a happy orientation back. He settles for a nod instead and watches her smile dip for a second before handing him the flyer.

He tugs his duffle bag strap closer to his body when his shoulders are suddenly weighed down by another person’s arm.

“That was a good one, Wonwoo. Really, really good first impression,” Vernon teases.

Wonwoo throws his head back in a groan, already exhausted by the social aspect of moving in.

“How was I supposed to respond?”

Another voice chimes in. “Thank you? Have a nice day? Go Lions?! Maybe. Just a thought.”

Hoshi, the other voice, cackles, punching Wonwoo’s other arm before throwing up claws in support of school spirit.

“Horrible options,” Wonwoo deadpans. “Last one was the worst.”

But Wonwoo’s smiling, trying to slap the stupid gesture off Hoshi’s hands. This only motivates him more, as Hoshi is throwing up claws towards every person in passing.

The boys are too distracted by trying to calm Hoshi down and drawing less attention that they don’t notice they’ve caught the eye of the girl trailing behind them, laughing at their antics. Her eyes are trained on Wonwoo in the middle, entertained by his distaste, but hidden joy, towards his friends’ behaviors. The other guy, Vernon, not the one already acting like an animal, started to play into it too.

She’s about to go up to them, pretending to be lost despite the map in her hands and the obvious signage littered around the campus, in hopes to befriend them before a fourth boy enters the equation.

“Heyyyy… you guys ditched me at check in.” He shoves his shoulder into Wonwoo’s, knocking both him and Vernon attached. The new member takes a look at Hoshi greeting everyone with a “Go Lions!” and cringes.

“Nevermind. Thank you for ditching me,” He bows. “I shouldn’t have caught up with you guys because I don’t wanna be associated with him for another four years.” He starts to slow down his pace in efforts to distance himself.

The boys roll their eyes, not letting him get away from this. “Mingyu, get back here!”

They attempt to grab his backpack straps when he fully walks backwards into the girl behind them.

“Oh, ouch.” She grabs her face after it got slapped by his backpack.

“Oh, oh my god. I’m so so sorry!” Mingyu freaks out. He instinctively grabs the side of her head, and she’s thrown off by his quick closeness. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m-I’m fine,” She laughs, covering her mouth. Her eyes betray her as she makes eye contact with Wonwoo. She immediately moves to hide more of her face after blushing. He doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, he’s already looking off into the space behind her.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed and lowkey rejected, she readjusts her hair. “Um, do you guys know where the freshmen dorms are?” She decides to stick to her original plan, hoping she comes off clueless enough to not read the signs.

“Oh! We’re heading that way if you wanna come with us?” Hoshi offers. “Are you sure you’re okay, you’re a little red. Mingyu’s a big guy and he almost fully rammed into you.”

At the sound of another person joining them, Wonwoo winces and she’s quick to catch it, no matter how fast he was in recovering that quick display of his feelings. She caught Vernon elbowing him in the ribs. All the hope she had immediately plummeted.

“Oh no, it’s totally okay,” she saves herself, feeling completely defeated. “I forgot I was supposed to meet with my friends… over… there!” She points at a random tree. She turns back to look at the four of them, hoping she sounded convincing enough.

They followed her finger to look at the meeting spot, and even they looked a little confused. But they shook it off, before bidding her a good day. Hoshi even gave her a “Go Lions!” She threw a claw up instinctively, and scolded herself immediately at how stupid that must’ve looked. She watched them walk away as she stood next to the stupid tree with all her luggage sitting pathetically next to her feet. She wondered how long she had to pretend to wait there before she was safe to just go to the dorms.

The four boys walked away, and for a second she thought her imagination was messing with her, but Wonwoo turned his head around to make eye contact with her. He gives her a small nod and it takes her awhile to process before she gives him one back. Okay, maybe there is hope.

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Wonwoo and Y/N never truly interacted since that day four years ago. If you could call that an interaction. And they also haven’t spoken since finishing the group project a week ago.

Today is the day of their presentation, and despite the lack of practice they got, the group looks ready to get it over with as they stand in front of the class.

As if they rehearsed it a million times, the presentation goes off without a hitch. Each member says their part and despite doing the same thing, Wonwoo is shocked that Y/N is speaking so calmly and eloquently. Like he didn’t just reject her and her feelings a week ago. It fills him with an even stronger guilt than what he’s been feeling these last few days. She’ll refer to him and his part during the presentation and even though she’s looking at him, it’s not like she’s actually looking at him. Not in the way she did before.

The class claps, despite probably not listening to a word they said for the past 15 minutes, and they return to their seats. Mingyu is praising Y/N on her part and she just smiles, whispering a ‘thank you.’ It feels like Wonwoo got punched in the gut.

She’s sitting next to him, but she feels so far away. This is the first time she’s shown up to class since that day and he wants to ask her how she is. How her weekend went. What she had for breakfast. If her upstairs neighbor is still playing marbles at weird hours of the night. But he can’t. He knows why he can’t, and it makes him sick knowing.

Wonwoo just sighs to himself, pulling out his notebook to pretend to take notes. He feels a poke on his right side and Hoshi’s looking at him with pity. Talk to her, he mouths. Wonwoo just shakes his head nervously, earning a look of disapproval from his friend.

Out of curiosity, he looks at her again, and her eyes are now glassy as it’s trained on her laptop screen. He gasps, not able to stop his hand from touching her arm in hopes to comfort her. But it only causes the tears to slip from her eyes and her sniffles to get louder. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to look at him. Y/N looks up at the ceiling trying to reign in her emotions before she closes her laptop, and quickly excuses herself from the classroom.

No one seems to notice as the next group is still setting up their presentation and Mingyu kicks Wonwoo’s chair from behind, urging him to chase after her. For once, Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, and he races out the door to find her.

He spots her back, walking down the hallway, arms tucked around her waist. He calls out her name, watching her flinch. It hurts that that’s how she reacts to him now. She doesn’t slow down.

“I’m going to the bathroom, Wonwoo. Leave me alone.”

He catches up to her. “I’ll come with you.”

“To the girl’s bathroom?” She sneers. She’s finally really looking at him and he can tell this isn’t her first cry. Her eyes are red and puffy and he knows she wore her glasses today in hopes to cover them up. She did the exact same thing when she and Wonwoo marathoned well known movies with sad endings two weeks ago.

“I’ll… I’ll wait outside.”

“I don’t want you near me. And you obviously don’t want me near you, so just go back to class,” she dismisses him, picking up her pace as she feels the tears gather quicker on her waterline.

Wonwoo lets out a strangled sigh, fighting the insecure teenage boy inside of him, as he grabs her hand, yanking her to a stop. His hands are shaking, holding hers, and he wants to beat himself up for putting her through all of this. Looking at her in this state, knowing it’s because of him and his unresolved problems, makes his head pound with frustration. He feels almost nauseous.

“I do,” he manages to spit out. “I do want you near me, that’s the problem.” Wonwoo croaks.

“Why is that a problem?” She asks, and it comes out like a sob. “Why?”

Her hand is light in his grasp, and she attempts to pull away. “I’ve-I’ve never made you feel like I didn’t want to be with you. Like I didn’t want to be your friend or that I didn’t want to be a part of your life. So I don’t understand how you could so easily convince yourself that I don’t care about you.”

He opens his mouth, and she cuts him off by stepping closer. He’s let go of her hand, and he’s dumbfounded by her assertiveness.

“I like you, Wonwoo. You can’t tell me that I don’t.” She jabs at her own chest, now furious. “And- and you also can’t tell me that you don’t like me back!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, not expecting her to have pieced it together before he had. He wasn’t sure what his plan was when he chased her out here. He still doesn’t know what his plan is now. He’s just in shock. And she is too.

“Oh my god,” her hands clasp over her mouth. “That was so stupid of me. And overly confident.” Y/N’s shaking her head in disbelief as she tries to walk away from him again and this dreadful situation.

She’s almost out of his eyesight when the adrenaline hits him. He’s really about to lose her now.

“Stop!” Wonwoo calls. He’s winded from his thoughts and from running after her, and his arms found their way around her. His chest presses against her back and he's breathing into her shoulder. “You’re-you’re not stupid. You’re right. I-“

Wonwoo stops himself before he could continue, peeling himself off her body. “This is wrong,” he says to himself. He goes around to actually face her, grabbing her shoulders to steady himself and to actually look her in the eyes. She looks scared.

“There,” he chuckles under his breath out of nervousness. “I like you.” He says to her face.

The corners of his mouth lift with ease, and he wonders why it was so hard to say that before. He feels like he can say it a million more times. And the way the light slowly makes its way back into her eyes makes him want to scream his confession. He wipes a lingering tear from her face and he giggles. Wonwoo can’t believe how ridiculous he was before when it feels this good to say he likes her.

“I really, really like you. And it took me a while to accept it and that scared me. So the easiest thing to do was to deflect your feelings because at least, if you didn’t like me, then my feelings for you didn’t matter.” Wonwoo explained it like spilling in a long overdue diary entry.

“I know that wasn’t fair to you and I know this isn’t an excuse. But I was just scared to lose you when I just got you. I’ve never… gotten anyone like I got… you? Does that make sense?”

She shakes her head, no, in his hands. At a loss for words this time, not really wanting to believe what she’s hearing.

“Say it again,” she requests. One more time to know if she heard him right.

“Uhh.. I’ve never got anyone- wait, no. I’ve never gotten you like… that’s not right, either. I’ve-“ Y/N slaps a hand over Wonwoo’s mouth (gently).

“No, Won, tell me you like me.” She laughs. She can feel his lips turn into a smile under her palm and then the faintest of kisses being pressed against it before he moves her hand. She lets out a small gasp at the bold yet comforting gesture.

“I like you.” Wonwoo repeats. “I really, really, really like you.”

“I told you so.” Y/N whispers shyly under her breath, feeling much better. She lets out a sigh that represented her four years of essentially pining for him (which Wonwoo is very much not aware of) “God, you were so awful for what you did.”

She punches him in the chest lightly, and he laughs.

Suddenly realizing how intimately he’s holding her, he retracts his hands, not having ever shared this much physical touch with her.

“I know, I know,” He’s rubbing his hands together anxiously. “I have issues. I distance people. I’m the worst,” Wonwoo lists.

She takes his hands from his hold and jokes, “Yes, yes, and yes.”

Y/N then lets go of his hands and nervously tucks some hair behind her ear.

“I have to confess a little something too.” Wonwoo nods, telling her to proceed.

She looks up at him after fixating on the scuff on his sneakers. “Um… I actually think I’ve liked you for longer than you’ve known me.” Wonwoo instantly tilts his head in confusion.

Y/N laughs, already prepared for him to not be aware of the silent crush she’s had on him since orientation.

“We actually met at freshmen orientation and I’ve maybe sort of liked you since then…” she reveals and his eyes go wide underneath his thick frames. “But don’t worry! I wasn’t like obsessing over you these past four years or something. I just thought you were cute and I never mustered up the courage to do something till the day I missed class for our group project. I guess I finally got lucky.”

Wonwoo is dumbfounded, not being able to imagine having had someone’s attention for that long, let alone Y/N’s.

“Wow.” Is all he says.

“Yeah… so I really do like you. So don’t you ever dare tell me I don’t like you ever again,” she threatens softly.

Wonwoo can’t help the flurry of heat he feels in chest that travels his way up to redden his pale complexion. To think he was going to deny himself the pleasure of being liked by her. But naturally, his nerves begin to settle.

“…Y/N, I’ve never really done anything like this before. Or I’ve never been successful at it.” He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “So if I’m bad at being like a boyfriend or something, I apologize in advance.”

Not the reaction he was expecting, she’s smiling widely at him. “Did you just ask me out?”

“Oh! Oh is that not what this is?” His eyes are wide again and now his cheeks are flushed for different reasons.

“If that’s what you want this to be, then it can be.” She grabs his hand again, giving him a comforting squeeze.

“I want it. I want you.”

Wonwoo finally admits.

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A/N: thank you for reading!! if you’re a follower, thank you for waitinggg!! like, reblog, reply, but only if u want! mwah mwah

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar’s manipulation is so sinister bc I didn’t even notice it the first time. He’s so so good at making it seem like your own fabrication. Just some paranoia you’re trying to pin on him.

“Huh, that panel looks oddly sinister. Probably just a drawing quirk.”

*reads post about it being on purpose*

“I am not immune to propaganda 😔”

Major props to the writers & artists they did such an insanely good job with this episode.

Honestly I didn't look at it from this perspective before!

I noticed the manipulation almost immediately when I read the chapter. Probably mainly because it reminded me so heavily of experiences I've had with abusive people that I came out of the chapter feeling kind of ill.

And Grian's reactions-

-Were enough to confirm for me that I was reading the scene correctly and not just, like, projecting.

I never fully considered the perspective on this chapter from someone who isn't as personally familiar with these tactics, or maybe who is just so primed to like/trust Scar (which, fair.) that they didn't notice.

But you're absolutely correct that the manipulation is kept subtle enough.

It's easy enough to get caught thinking that maybe he wasn't being manipulative. Y'know, maybe he didn't bring up that noone else would help Grian as a means of isolating Grian and making him feel powerless, maybe he just wants to help. Maybe he didn't bring up Jimmy as a threat against Grian's only family to force cooperation, maybe it was a genuine theory. Maybe "Your secret is safe for now" wasn't an implied threat or a way of making Grian feel more powerless, maybe Scar is just being nice and keeping Grian's secret for him! Maybe Scar's helping Grian!

Which, from Scar's perspective, I think was very intentional, and is built in plausible deniability. A way to deny what he did, because he didn't really do anything, right?

How easy would it be for him to tell people that Grian was just paranoid and on edge because on the traumatic experience he went through? How easy would it be for him to tell people that Grian is just inherently suspicious of police, after all, he is a mutant, and one who hid his identity, of course he'd be on edge? Scar never overtly threatened Grian! If Grian felt threatened, it's because of him, because he went through so much, or because he's paranoid, or because of preexisting suspicions. Scar probably won't be able to convince Grian himself that he wasn't blackmailing him, but he has enough plausibility to make Grian seem crazy, if he wanted to. If he had to. If Grian were to tell somebody about this.

[jccatstudios]

DAMN DUDE YOURE CRAZY !!!! I just happened upon your page and you are a beast for doing this adaptation!! I did a few pages as a small project about a year ago and it was a hell of an undertaking, I can't imagine doing it at the scale you are!!! Just wanted to give props to you! I will definitely be keeping up with this. The quality x quantity you are putting out on your own is amazing.

THANK YOU!!! I'm such a huge fan of your comic! (Check it out here for those of you who haven't read it yet). The colors are so beautiful with that greenish palette. So perfect for Ketterdam! And it's so cool that you did it for your thesis. With this project, I'm doing something pretty similar, mainly that I try to push this comic into my class projects as much as possible haha

Always glad to see more adaptation comics! Especially of the Oomen's eye scene (such a good one)

[cheollipop]

*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

[joydoesathing]

IT NEEDS TO BE SAID!!!

Joy… Lets just… appreciate your brain.

Like, in OG tnmn if a guys is wearing a tie, you manage to put in in the gender bend’s design (Agnes’ necklace, W’s necklace, Izabelle’s scarf, Francis’ dress she wears under the milklady coat, arlenes scarf etc etc)

You stick to their OG colour pallete! Like how Martins tie has the polka dots (ref to Margerettes dress) and Raffael’s Hawaiian t-shirt!

Hair. THE WAY YOU DESIGNED EACH CHARACTERS HAIR. I LOVE IT!

THE WAY YOU DRAW SHOES. I COULD NEVER!

You actually stick to like, 50s fashion. Like, accurate 50s fashion.

Your artstyle itself is just gorgeous

They just LOOK like their genderbend’s genderbend. You can easily tell who’s who without confusion

Character design isn’t even the SURFACE of your creativity.

YOU MAKE EXTREMELY GOOD LORE FOR YOUR CHARACTERS!!!

Im being fr, you’re a really good storyteller.

You see the characters as real life people with actual stories and views.

YOU DO RESEARCH!!!!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE THINGS I APPRECIATE THE MOST! You actually research and understand facts about the 50s and its customs and what they considered normal!

Something else I like about the characters is that they’re realistic, yes I’m extremely delusional and want Frances x Nacho to be together but they aren’t exactly made for eachother, which is why they aren’t together. WHICH MAKES SENSE!

YOU WOULD WILLINGLY CHANGE A CHARACTER’S LORE IF SOMETHING NEW IS DISCOVERED IN THE GAME! I’m mainly talking about Dr. w and Michael, you changed their age (27 to 36) when the th project document got solved, and you said youd change some things up abt Wil’s lore again in campaign mode

Okay, so this might be controversial but… I really appreciate how You didn’t draw NSFW of Nacho x Frances. Yes, they’re your characters and you have to power to draw whatever you want with them (chelsea in the corn outfit lmao) But you chose not to draw NSFW of the 2. FRANCES WAS SEVENTEEN! Imho, you made a good decision.

YOU ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND ALL THE BIASES! Martin was judged because of his eye, Wilma was judged because she was a WOMAN, and Anatolii is judged because of not having a mother and glenn and arlene are judged for their race.

THE CHARACTERS ARE REALISTIC! NONE OF THEM HAVE A ‘PERFECT’ LIFE. THEY ALL HAVE FLAWS AND PROBLEMS THAT THEY’VE FACED. I WOULD LIST THEM ALL BUT THAT WOULD TAKE FOREVER!

Okay thats chap 1 of me talking abt how much i appreciate ur au.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

My heart cannot- thank you for appreciating the effort that i invest too much into the characters 💗

when I made this AU, I initially did it for making genderbent designs for them but afterwards i thought that it would be more fun for the neighbors to have they're own individual traits and detailed stories!

i value putting in all my effort I can give to make sure everyone is their own character at the end of the day.

not to be judgemental but i kind of find it very unsatisfying when there's only certain neighbors that are given so much emphasis and detail and the rest are treated like "props" or their personality, dialogue, actions and drive are solely built around the certain character/s with a lot of detail to make them look better or have story development while the "prop" characters themselves remain stagnant with no interesting traits to them or only one-dimensional traits

and honestly for me, i feel like the characters would be more interesting and fun if they were kind of realistic ,aka have some kind of character development and have faced struggles and biases on the way, so that from there, the neighbors, while coming from very different backgrounds and lives, can still connect, empathize and make bonds with each other via similar struggles in their lives :))

so in conclusion: my enthusiasm for making genderbent designs for them + wanting all of them to be actual characters with character gave birth to what is known as my genderbend au. it became my little isolated platform in the tnmn fandom where i can go crazy with these expectations and wants for the neighbors without necessarily conflicting with the hcs that people have for the OG neighbors

(also I don't mind if you make a whole ass list)

[mostnormalprosekafan]

Just saw the Project Sekai movie! I’m gonna put some of my thoughts as I was watching the movie here, but before that!

some pictures! I took my Emu and Saki plushies with me to watch the movie :) luckily I was able to get a code! The after live was really cute, probably the closest I’ll ever get to seeing a Miku concert in person :,) There were two Nene cosplayers there, and they let me take a picture with them! They also gave me a MMJ themed bracelet :D I went with a friend who doesn’t play project sekai, and she seemed to enjoy it regardless, so I think that’s a win! Overall, the experience was great, and I’d give the movie itself an 8/10!

Now, for my thoughts on the movie itself! This part will get into spoilers, so I’ve put it under the cut! Proceed at your own risk!

First off, the animation is REALLY good. There’s a lot of cool moments with it, and there’s also plenty of neat references to vocaloid songs and producers! It made me very happy :D

The movie got a lot more intense than I was expecting, like all of the Miku’s get enveloped in this darkness this and disappear, and it’s just like damn, not what I was expecting from the Project Sekai movie of all things, but really neat and interesting nonetheless!

anyways here are some of the things I actually thought while watching the movie:

I love this opening scene of all the groups spending time together and stuff, it makes me happy :D

PINNOCHIOP REFERENCE LETS GO

oh so that’s how they spawn into SEKAI

Lemme just say how much I love this Miku’s design, it’s so cool I love it

I like how it shifts between each group’s POV and gives them equal amounts of screen time, instead of it just mainly being Leo/need and Ichika

I like how Miku (depressed Miku) just chills out with everyone trying to learn from them it makes me happy

All of the Tsukasa moments here are gold

Noooooo Miku don’t be sadddddddddd :(

It makes me really sad to see Miku trying to reach these people and failing, with them shutting her down and telling her to go away :( You really wanna see her succeed to reach these people, props to the writers for making that work

I like how they managed to make it so that the groups can’t see any of the other groups, just theirs

WHAT IS THAT BLACK GOOP AND WHY IS IT COMING FOR MIKU

NOOOOOOOOOOOO KAITOOOOOOOOOOOO DONT FEEL GUILTYYYYYYYYYYYY ITS NOT YOUR FAULTTTTTTTTTTT MY SWEET BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY (talking about wxs KAITO in this instance)

screaming kicking sobbing on the floor

Disappearance of Hatsune Miku reference (flashbacks to trying to clear it on expert and failing miserably)

oh so that’s where the commissioned songs come in

Smile Symphony and FUN! my beloved

The animation for the performance sequences is really good especially for Nightcord like it looks so cool and IS THAT A FUCKING TRICOLOGE REFERENCE?!?!?!?!

Yayyyy Miku’s not depressed anymore :D

Yay the other Miku’s are back :D where did they even go anyways that never really got explained did it 🤔

KAITOOOOO :((((((( (wxs KAITO once again)

KOHANEEEEEEEE DONT CRY NOOOOOOOOOO :((((((((((

I think this has increased my appreciation for WxS KAITO

The SEKAI’s true form looks so beautiful omg

no don’t go miku :( please become a character in the game

Saki finally got to pet the cat :D

We’ve come full circle with another scene showing all the characters chilling out with each other at the end :)

not really super related but I had to pee really bad towards the end of the movie so once the credits started rolling I had to rush to go to the bathroom and get back in time to see the after live

And those are most of my thoughts! overall I really liked the movie :) anyways end of yap session good night tri-state area

[wordsofvelvet]

JALR Drabble

Just a scene Ive been picturing that i wanted to write. I didnt see it fitting in any chapter, but its once again mainly for me anyway.

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Chloe was sitting on her bed with her back to the wall, her current novel propped up against her knees as her eyes scanned over the text without her mind fully registering the words she was reading.

It was a really good book, very well written with a relateable main character and intriguing plot that could usually have her fully immersed in its fictional world, but at that moment she was finding herself more and more distracted by the small but frequent yawns the redhead across the room was letting out.

The caregiver found it endlessly adorable whenever her Little was sleepy. From the yawns that seemed too big for her small frame to the occasional tired eye rubbing, Chloe could never get enough of it!

The Wonder was at her desk for once, sketching away on some project for her art class. It was the only homework the rebel ever did on her own. She had been at it for a good couple hours and Chloe knew the finished product would be breathtaking.

But as it was, Red seemed to be in desperate need of a nap.

Chloe was mainly waiting to see if the girl would succumb of her own free will and admit to needing a rest, or maybe even ask her for cuddles as she rarely did, but she also knew her girl was incredibly stubborn and would probably fall asleep sitting at the desk if Chloe didn’t intervene soon.

Shaking her head softly with a fond smile as the redhead let out another yawn, her eyes looking so incredibly droopy, Chloe silently set her book aside and made her way across the room.

Red didn’t notice her proximity until her pencil was being gently pulled from her hand and her sketchbook was being closed. 

She looked up in adorable sleepy confusion just as Chloe smiled down at her ever so softly.

“What are you-” Red didn’t even get to finish her question before Chloe was lifting her out of her seat without warning, and the Little instinctively clung to her caregiver, not having expected any of it.

“Hey-” Red tried to protest being carted like she was in headspace but Chloe cut her off, bouncing her soothingly as she made her way back over to the rebel’s bed.

“Shh, it’s naptime, baby girl, no talking.” Chloe shushed her as she pulled back the covers on Red’s bed and deposited her girl onto the mattress.

“Wha-” Red again tried to argue that she was big and wasn’t in need of anything so childish as a nap, but she was once again caught off guard when Chloe grabbed her paci and popped it into her mouth before handing the Wonder her treasured baby blanket.

Red didn’t even realize when she’d begun suckling automatically on the soother right away, but by the time she did, the fuzziness of littlespace was already draping over her much like the covers that her caregiver was pulling up to her chin as Chloe gently laid her back until her head rested against her pillows.

“Bluey…” Red murmured sleepily when Chloe, as the final nail in the proverbial coffin, slid under the covers alongside her and wrapped her arms around her, letting the Little snuggle into her as she stroked her hair softly.

“Shhh, go to sleep <i>mon petit</i>, Bluey’s got you.” Chloe’s soothing voice only lulled the girl more as the bluenette’s hot breath tickled Red’s ear.

Red didn’t stand a chance.

Within seconds, the girl’s breath had evened out as she drifted off feeling incredibly warm and safe.

“Sweet dreams Little Lovey.” Chloe whispered to her sleeping form and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head as she smiled feeling triumphant at having succeeded at her mission so easily.

She didn’t move even after she was confident there was no chance of Red waking back up, as there was really no need to. Instead, she relished in the time she could spend holding her sleeping baby so close.

It was in moments like these that made her feel so incredibly lucky.

She wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[hannahhook7744]

Couple headcanons for Isabela and Bubo?

They met not long after the events of Encanto and they were friends for nearly a year before they started dating. 

Bubo is a couple of months younger than Isabela—he was born in September and she was born in August. 

All of their kids were unplanned. They have four—a set of triplets and a little girl.

They love their kids but don't want any more. 

Isabela despises Bubo’s family and never hesitates to chase them off when they dare to darken Casita’s doors with their presence. 

Bubo is weird, even for the Encanto, but Isabela doesn’t mind. Mostly because she likes how he doesn’t mind her new ‘oddities’ like several people in the Encanto do. 

Isabela also likes how he makes an effort to get along/bond with her family: he let Mirabel teach him how to sew, helped and encouraged Luisa to try out hobbies that others might find weird if she really wanted to, and so on. And that was before they even started dating. 

Isabela was the one to propose: the elders in the Encanto didn’t like it but she didn’t care because she wanted to do it. She had a lot of fun planning it and recruited Mirabel, Camilo, Antonio, Luisa, Dolores, Faustina, Mina, and all of her in-laws (those who married her cousins and siblings, not Bubo’s family because honestly she’d rather drop dead than acknowledge such awful people) to help her in the planning. 

The day involved Isabela experimenting with her powers as Bubo took notes, a pollen pod fight, one of her paintings, a fencing season, and lunch. So all in all, it was a very fun day even before she had her little potato people hold up the cue cards popping the question. 

Bubo loved it. The grandkids were all ecstatic that everything went to plan. Raimi, Beatriz, and Félix laughed. Pepa cheered. Miranda, Julieta, and Agustín thought it was sweet as did Agustín’s mother, Valentia. Alma and Wilmer were bewildered but happy for them and the engagement went on. 

They took their relationship slow and only got married after seven years together.

The two of them love fencing and gardening together as well as doing their own little art projects around one another. 

Less than a year later, the triplets were born and ten years after that their daughter, Avila, was born. 

I picture them as Morticia and Gomez Addams in a way in how they love one another. 

Bubo supports Isabela in everything she does whether it’s regarding her experimenting with her gift, her greenhouse, or her hobbies. He’s even the one who got her into art and fencing. 

Isabela, in turn, makes him more confident and helps him with the colors for his costumes. Giving him feedback on how to make them goofier or scarier, depending on what he wants them to be. 

They own a shop together—it’s called Isabela and Bubo’s Oddities Shop and they sell her art, his costumes and props and special effects, and the plants she experiments with. 

They also teach fencing classes together. 

Bubo adores Isabela’s plants and experiments and potato people almost as much as Isabela herself does. He even made them their little costumes using the skills that Mirabel taught him to do so. 

Out of Isabela’s family, Bubo gets on best with her father, Mirabel, and Bruno because well…they’re the family weirdos.

There was no shovel talk given when they started dating. Partly because everyone figured out Bubo’s life sucked and that he’d rather chew off his own arm than hurt Isabela, and partly (*cough* mainly) because Isabela threatened to make their lives difficult if they did. 

As you said in your own headcanons, Isa is very “: I've only had Bubo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I'll kill everyone in this Encanto and then myself” like in personality. If that makes sense. 

Bubo and Isabela like gossiping together, as you said in your own headcanons. And boy do they gossip. 

Bubo is allergic to potatoes, funnily enough, much to Isabela’s horror. Thankfully he only really gets sick when he eats them, which he doesn’t do much anyways after meeting the potato people.

He didn’t even realize he was allergic to them until he got to the Encanto… he only realized this after a family dinner gone wrong.

(His family are very luck that Mariano and Isabela have not come across them together because they both want to kill them for everything they put Bubo through).

People don’t really get their relationship but the people in the Encanto have mostly kept their opinions to themselves because the few who didn’t were very quickly shut down by not only Isabela but Mariano and the rest of the family. 

Bubo thought Isabela naming their son after Miguel was a brilliant idea and still doesn’t understand why people act like it’s weird. Their brother-in-law saved Isabela and the triplets, so it’s only right he got one named after him.

Bubo is the one who suggested they give him the middle name of Melchor because it means ‘King of Light’ and he thought it was charming.

He also suggested Arlo because he liked the name and several of the definitions he found tied to it—Isabela fell in love with the name immediately and refused to even think of another name for him. 

Isabela chose the name ‘Emo’ as a middle name for Arlo because she liked the meaning and wanted her son to know that there was no shame in being emotional.

Bubo choose the name Zoey because it means ‘life’ and he thought it was fitting, and Isabela decided that she should be named after her great aunt, Alejandra, because though she never got the chance to meet the woman she adores her based on what Abuela told her and thinks they would have gotten along. 

Another reason they went with Alejandra as a middle name was because they both agreed that Alejandra was the type of woman they want their daughter to be like—and well, they thought Alejandra had been forgotten enough and it would be a great way to honor her memory beyond the statue in the yard. 

Bubo is always creative with his gifts since if Isabela wanted flowers she’d just grow them and the oldest Madrigal grandchild adores this about him because it’s like every gift is an adventure.

[treulijunpru067]

fav,,ourite characters... or characters you associate with.... 👍👍👍

hhnnnnggg. im a yapper what did you dooo

vro no cause double checking the length i look clinically insane.

also sorry for late reply i had packing to do akskkfja (and sleep..)

anyways long ass ramble under cut. will do tldr at the very end akskkskannskdkska

bf fnf is the epic boy first off all. He’s what i think of first when i want a character to associate myself with that isnt from an object show. goofy bastard he’s so me fr. beep boop

adding to the above, due to the logic that i see myself in bf in vise versa jus cause he speaks incoherently, tries to solve problems in ways no one thinks to and is so passionate about what he does/ loves and pushes that onto everyone against their will. I possiblycould apply this to pico too HOWEVER only cause of the pico mixes: having habbits of a loud crazy wierdo be rubbed off onto you, now awkwardly doing the same but in a qierd twisted way aswell as swearing alot, being wierdly violent and refusing to kill off or hate someone because you had a big connection witb them no matter how mangled (aswell as not refusing to shoot a giant alien in the dick. props to him for doing it for me, multiple times. to kill her lol) but then again he has a complicated backstory. plus i could never be as american as him.

(holy fuck fnf is forever impaled into my soul why do i care about these two)

anyways

Visually, barbara and bidu (arrow funk bersion of bf and gf from fnf) are the faves ever. They’re all so silly i need them tb real hngnskak. - there’s also Dono, i love his voice he’s the only thing keeping my sane when i miss arrow funk mod since the full version 2 isnt out yet. i love playing his week imagine shooting a 16 yr guy over a girl and missing at point blank

last fnf faves, lemon friend or lem for short from friday night swappin. I made alot of variants/ fandesigns and fanart that i’ve never posted for her cause i love her she’s my sweetheart. I love her design and ignorance aswell. the pookie ever.

Coroika. i have alot of feelings for most of the characters, mainly because it’s a very action packed game that is hard to base a story around in a manga that relies on the action part so alot of rhe time the characters seem stupider than they’re supposed tb esp since they’re held to a high standard (i.e oh this guy is a really strong rank but loses to 4 children no matter what like ???? also they dont double check how they one theres no best out of random odd number like dont you want to double check?? hello??)

either way Rider my beloved. scrunglo scrunklyyyy. They’re so squishy shaped i want him romantically and platonically in every which way. i want to have the worst but most elaborate sibling kind of relationship but i also want to kiss him. I also want to shove him into dresses - the only coroika char that i have consistent hcs for even after goong on hiatus with my love for it. I love his fanfics i love how stupid he acts. okay i think im insane actually. I also love projecting onto him, his need for a forever friend n shit? yea that’s totally all him has nothing to do with me at all. wierd ass freak sjkakskkska

there’s also the Splatsville heirarchy (excluding ocho sorry chat): Wireglasses, 8 bit and Shady (love the unofficial and fanon names btw. no way am i ever calling 8 bit fuckin retro framers) Since they’re a very big change in pace and style since the first sets of antagonists were either You Have to beat me or else you’ll be poor Or You Dont have to beat me but you want to anyway to prove a point thag everyone including yourself has ignored and forgotten because theres no stakes or actual point to be proven. - Firstly the stakes have changed since the point you want to prove actually has power and is important and Secondly they’re all have a focus and proper reasoning as to why they’re ‘bad’. Not to mention their characters are new ideas. We havent seen personalities like theirs before nor were the way they’re presented In a long time (the first set of antagonists were treated the same) not to mention ocho (although not a fave) Has a SHIT ton of layers to his character which was never a thing until now.

got them rotating on my mind whenever i blank for some reason. Hnngg they’re all so stupid i need more fanfics of them (i can only write in hc format (comfortably) and i dont have an ao3 acc)

eyeueue whats next unmm. Object shows. Funky ass shit we got there

I was obsessed witb taco when my ii fixation finally hit me at full force. She was my girly pop and was also my gay awakening (i was fucking comhet whislt being non binary im so stupid)

she’s so fashionable and pretty and adorable and hot - However her haters were ruining her for me. (not completely but i was feeling like shit during ii2’s end era. it was harder to get into ii than it was to get out) like i get it she’s morally grey (i spelt gay the first time) but i’ve seen 15 yr olds do worse, the way she acts doesnt make her a horrible person or character otherwise. She’s so cool but with her new portrayals near the end of s2 idk man. Doesnt help i fell out of love with ii even with the new season (i forgot how she acted in ii4 ep1)

HOWWEEVERRR there’s trophy with A NEW DESIGN HOLY FUCK HES HORRIBLE AT COOKING AND TAKES PHOTOS OF HIS WORK AND WORKS WITH TK AND IS STUPID AND IS STUPID AND IS STUPID AAAAAUGGGHHHH

i mean he’s meh, i jus like drawing hom i supposed. fell in love after watching his fff episode cause he’s just a goober. I like the idea that with an extreme party he’s the only normal brained there but with normal people he’s like if a hideous rat thought it was human with no reasoning for it to be thought that way.

Nickel ii and bfdia. i like the sys hc and tried expanding on it aswell witb more altera but i know shit abt did so i’ll need to double check my hcs

but either way i love his personality so so so much i feel the same way abt him as rider but instead of a scrunkly he’s a plinko. iii was a roller coaster that i needed i want him to experience more pain. Buttt he has no reason to compete in s4 like it makes no sense he’s learned his leasons + goes to therapy. crazy

last but not least: DARK CHOCO COOKIE WAUGHHH - i will not explain, probs cause i cant, he’s a brother to me. stealing him from his father Im his family now akoskxkdjiaoaodkkd/silly

tldr:

associate w Bf n Pico fnf, plinko: nickel ii, wanna b frens w all my faves tbh, project onto rider coroika, taco ii was my gay awakening

faves r: Dark choco cookie, wireglasses coroika, 8-bit coroika, double egg coroika (unexplained) Bidu and barbara from arrow funk, lemonfriend or Lem from friday night swappin, Dono from arrow funk, trophy ii

[jpmarvel90]

Not going to make it

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett are expecting their first baby together. But when Scarlett's project is delayed, there's a risk she may not make it home for the birth.

Word Count: 4498

Y/n's POV:

Never allow your wife to go and work on a project a month before you are due to give birth. That's exactly what I did and now I'm regretting it as I'm sat in the delivery room about to push a baby out of my who ha. To be fair, she didn't really want to go, but I'm in an incredible amount of pain now, so everything is her fault! Let me back up a bit.

I've been in an incredible relationship with Scarlett for 8 years. Married for 5 of them. We met a while before that though on the set of Iron Man 2. I was one of the cinematography assistants on set. Scarlett, being the wonderful person she was, always made an effort with everyone on set. She knew everyone's name and treated them the same as she would her fellow cast mates.

Our relationship turned into one of friendship when she was going through her divorce. I was working to make sure everything was ready on a set on the backlot. Turns out Scarlett was using it to have her daily meltdown. Her words, not mine. At first, I didn't know what to do. In the end, just sat next to her and offered her a tissue. She broke the silence to explain what was happening.

From that day, we became close. She would search me out when she was having a down moment, and we'd go to an unused set, and she would let her feelings out. Sometimes she would scream, others cry. Sometimes she would be so angry she's just kicked the shit out of the props. It was cute, because she would then politely put everything back to where it was before her rampage.

I often didn't say anything. I think I was mainly there as a soundboard for her. I didn't try to offer her much advice. My own love life was a disaster so I couldn't speak with any wisdom on the matter. As things from her divorce calmed down, we started to hang out away from set. Coffee and lunch here and there. It was nice to see the change in her as she started to get over and move on from her divorce.

In fact, I was surprised when she had moved on far enough that she kissed me at a cast party for Avengers. I had just got a promotion and Kevin had talked about me taking over head of cinematography when Patrick retired at the end of this movie. I was so excited, and Scarlett was the first person that I wanted to tell. After I excitedly told her, she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss filled with fireworks, whispering "I'm so proud of you." I was completely shocked, but after talking, we both admitted that we had feelings for each other and started to go on dates together.

We were definitely a slow burn. Although the feelings there definitely there, there was always a hesitation to take it to the next step. It wasn't until I was going to work on a movie in England that it kind of forced us to address the situation. Scarlett burst through the door to my apartment almost in a rage. "Were you going to tell me that you are moving to England for 6 months?" She fumed.

"I only found out this morning and was planning to tell you over dinner tonight." I admitted, as she towered over me whilst I was sat on my sofa. "Oh, uh. Sorry. Seems I overreacted a little here." She awkwardly laughed, rubbing at the back of her neck. I was quick to pull her down onto my lap. "I don't want you to go without knowing you're mine." She whispered with vulnerability. "Oh Scarlett. I have always been yours." I confess, making her eyes light up. "Be my girlfriend." She rushed out as she cupped my cheeks.

I leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. "I'm taking that as a yes." She grinned and I nodded. "I've wanted to ask you for so long, but I didn't know if you were there yet." I admitted shyly. "Babe, we've been dating for 4 months. Of course I was there. But I appreciate you being so thoughtful of my own feelings. But let's make sure that we have clear communication. We're going to need it over the next six months." She suggested, something I easily agreed to.

Those six months were really tough. Being so new to our relationship, I think we were both worried that it would be too much of a strain to have a long distance relationship. But we made the effort with each other, both taking the trip across the pond to spend time together, talking every day. I actually think it's why our relationship is so strong.

I knew after being with her for less than a year that I wanted to propose, but her work schedule, and mine, as I worked with Marvel, became so busy. I wanted the proposal to be perfect, so I waited. Too long really. I proposed after we had been together for two years. With the help of our friends in the cast and crew, I proposed on the set where I first saw her having her break down. That was where I started to have feelings for her. The set may have changed over the years, but my feelings for her didn't.

A year later and we tied the note and have been happily married ever since. We made a home in New York, and it was where we planned to start our family. It's not been an easy journey to get here. IVF was difficult. With the commitments Scarlett had, we agreed that I would carry first, and then Scarlett would carry our second. But it took us a little longer than we had anticipated to get pregnant the first time round. It took us 18 months. It's not bad in the grand scheme of things and people go for much longer. But for us, we were so desperate for our own little family, it was a painful time. Especially when I miscarried twice.

But after a year and a half of trying, we were finally successful. We were so cautious in the early stages. I barely went out and took some time out of work for a month. The press, and even our friends, thought that we were going through a breakup. So, it was a shock to them all when we announced our pregnancy when I reached 12 weeks.

Our friends and family were so happy for us. Scarlett's mom only lives a few minutes away and her dad is within the hour. Being based in New York wasn't what some of our friends wanted though. Both Lizzie, Scar's best friend, and Florence, mine, bought apartments near us so they could be near by once the baby came along. There were like two sisters to us. It was great.

Through my pregnancy, Scar was amazing. Very protective, not that I blame her after the stress the miscarriages put us through. But she was so loving, and my favourite moments were watching her interact with the bump. Every night she would read a book to them, and she would so often singing to them. Though this would often send me to sleep as her voice is so calming to me.

I was annoyed when it was a Marvel project that caused there to be a hint of worry that she wouldn't make it for the birth. Initially there weren't any issues. She was filming on the new Scarlett Witch movie. It was a great opportunity, with Natasha coming back in the Multi-Verse and Scar was so happy to be back in the Marvel fold.

The project was due to finish a month before my due date. We talked for a long while about whether she was going to take it. To be fair, it was mainly me trying to convince her to go. I knew how much she wanted this, and I didn't want me or our child to be the reason she didn't get to do something she loved so much. It was the promise that her mom and Flo would be around for anything I might need that ultimately helped to convince her.

We were both shocked when Hunter came back from Puerto Rico to be around for the birth. He stayed with Melanie but was a great entertainment to me. Flo was around every day, and she would often stay over. In the beginning, it was actually quite fun. I was waited on hand and foot, with Hunter and Flo being far too scared of Scarlett to do anything less.

But then I got a phone call I dreaded. When I answered the phone, I could already head that Scarlett was crying. It sent my anxiety up straight away and I was terrified that something was wrong. "I'm so sorry." Is all she kept repeating, but not actually telling me what she was sorry for. I could hear Lizzie in the background trying to calm her down.

It took her 15 minutes until she was able to calm down and tell me that filming was delayed by two weeks. She was terrified that she was going to miss the birth of the baby. I was too, but I didn't want to make her feel any worse by adding to those fears. Instead, I took the time to talk her down and explain that there would be time and at the last appointment, out little man was very comfortable and didn't look to want to be going anywhere.

I even worked out how long it would take her to get to be from Atlanta and showed her that unless I was having a super speedy labour, she would more than likely make it in time if she was able to leave as soon as she knew. Thankfully she agreed and stopped threatening to walk out on her contract. As I knew Kevin Feige quite well, I called him up and explained the situation. He said that he would allow Scarlett to leave if I went into labour and offered his own private jet to ensure that she got here as quickly as she could.

It was all sorted and everything was going to work out. That was until I started to feel lower back pain when heading to bed one night. Not thinking too much of it, as I had pretty bad back pain through the pregnancy, I ran a warm bath and soaked to help ease the pain.

It helped and I climbed into bed feeling slightly better. I feel asleep pretty easily, but I woke up with the pain returning. I looked at the clock on the side of the bed and saw that it read 3am. I got up to make myself a cup of tea and a quick snack as I was getting pretty hungry. By 8am, I was worried as the pain wasn't going away. I picked up the phone and decided that it would be best to call Flo, just in case. "Hey Y/n/n. Everything ok?" Her perky voice echoed down the phone. "Hi Flo. Could you come over. I'm not feeling great and think it would be best to have someone here just in case something happens." I ask.

Before I can even finish asking, I can hear her moving around her apartment. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. Do you think you've gone into labour?" She asks and I think about how I'm feeling. "It's only a sore back. Probably nothing." I try to shut down any thoughts of this baby coming early. I've still got another 10 days until the due date and Scarlett is due home in two days. This little bugger better stay put.

When Flo arrived, she helped get me comfortable on the sofa. I considered calling Scarlett, but I didn't want to worry her if this wasn't the real thing. But the decision was soon taken from me when I shot up from the sofa, clinging to my back and stomach as a wave of pain washed over me. I tried the best I could to breathe through it. Flo came in just as I was coming to the end of is and her face turned to have a worried look on it. "Shit! Y/n are you having contractions?" She asks, taking a seat next to me and slowly rubbing her hand up and down my back.

I nod as I control my breathing and wait for the pain to pass. "You need to time them." I grimace as I try and get comfortable again. Flo grabs her phone and starts a timer. "Ok, we need to call Scar." She says, handing me my phone. I call her a few times and she doesn't answer. "Seriously!" I huff when she doesn't pick up for the fifth time. I change tack and call Lizzie instead. She answers after two rings.

"Hi Y/n. Are you ok?" She asks with a cheery voice. "Are you with Scarlett?" I question and I know she can hear the slight panic in my voice. "She's filming at the moment, but I'm on set. Is everything ok?" She enquires. "I think I'm in labour." I reply, which earns a squeal of excitement. "Lizzie. Any chance I can speak with my wife?" I ask when she doesn't seem to be doing anything but bouncing around with excitement. "Oh right. Of course. I'm on my way."

I listen as she rushes across set. I hear the voice of Kevin and then he calls out to Scarlett. There's some mumbling before I finally hear my wife's voice. "Hi my love. Is everything ok?" She asks a little out of breath. "How quickly can you get to New York?" I ask, feeling a pain starting to pick up again. "Don't mess around Y/n." She lightly scolds, but the sudden cry of pain shows her that this is no joke. "Oh shit. Is that a contraction?" She questions through the phone, her voice getting frantic.

"No, I just like crying down the phone to you." I respond sarcastically. "Fuck. I'm not there. I have to be there." She starts to panic. "Then get going." I almost shout down the phone as Flo tries to help me through the contraction. "Right! Yes. Put Flo on the phone." She orders and I put the phone on speaker. "I'm here Scar." Flo announces, giving me a smile. "How far apart are her contractions?" She quizzes. "At the moment 15 minutes and her waters haven't broken yet." She informs my panicking wife.

There's some mumbling as she talks to someone and then returns her attention back to us. "Ok, when they're 5 minutes apart, she has to go to the hospital. I'm going to leave as soon as I can. I just need to change and then I'm heading to the airport. I should be with you within 7 hours. Call my mom and brother so they're there too." She instructs to Flo. "Just hold on for me babe. I promise that I'm going to be there, right by your side." She then tries to comfort me. "I need you Scar." I cry as I finally come through the contraction. "I know my love. I'm going to be with you as fast as I can." She says, before reluctantly telling me she needs to hang up so she can get ready.

After that phone call, Flo does as asked and calls Melanie and Hunter. They both say to call when we go to the hospital as they don't want to crowd me. Which I'm really grateful for. It's now a waiting game for my contractions to get closer together. I stand up to walk off some of the pain, slowly rubbing my hand over my bump. "I'm begging you little man. Please hold on so your mama can get here." I beg him, not wanting to do this without her.

My phone rings and I grab it to see a facetime from Scarlett. I answer it to see her smiling at me, but I also see the concern in her eyes. "Hi babe. I'm in the car on the way to the airport. How are you?" She asks me. "Sore. This fucking hurts Scar." I tell her and she chuckles, but quickly stops when I glare at her. "I miss you." I sniffle, trying to hide the tears. "I miss you too. So much. But I'm going to be with you before you know it!" She tries to comfort me.

"How far apart are your contractions now?" She questions. I look over to Florence. "8 minutes." She informs me. I see Scar's face falter at that. "Wow, that's quick." She mumbles, panic taking over her. "You'll get here on time." I tell her more confidently than I feel. "Maybe I can just close my legs." I joke which makes her laugh. But that soon stops when I feel a gush of water between my legs. I look down and see a puddle of liquid by my feet. "Y/n?" Scarlett calls to me.

I slowly meet her eyes through the phone. "My waters just broke." I inform her. Flo jumps up from her seat when she hears that and gasps when she sees the state of me. "Shit. OK um, I'm just at the airport. Kevin's plane is waiting for me, and I should be in the air within an hour." She tells me. "Ok angel. We'll be waiting for you." I tell her with a smile, trying not to show her the fear I'm feeling that she's not going to make it.

90 minutes later and my contractions are now 5 minutes apart. Scarlett messaged to say they were just taking off about 15 minutes ago so it was definitely going to be close, she still has at least 4 to 5 hours until she can realistically be with us. "Come on Y/n/n. Let's get you in the car. I've called ahead to the hospital and let Melanie and Hunter know too. They're going to meet us there." Flo tells me as she helps to guide me to the car. She runs back into the house and grabs the to go bag and we're on our way.

It's been over three hours since we've arrived at the hospital. I'm now 6cm dilated and I no longer have control over my emotions. "Where is she?!" I shout through another contraction, my hand squeezing the sides of the bed. "She should be landing any minute now sweetie." Melanie tries to comfort me, dabbing at my head with a wet cloth. "I can't do this on my own." I start to cry. Melanie and Flo both stop what they're doing, taking one of my hands each. "She'll be here. And if she isn't, you're not alone. You have us with you. We're not going anywhere." Melanie tells me firmly.

I'm not close with my parents. When I came out, it had a negative affect on my relationship with them. When I told them I was pregnant, they could barely hide their disgusted at the thought of Scarlett and I having a child together. Melanie has been the mother I didn't have and I'm so grateful that she's here. But she's not the one that I want next to me. I want my wife.

"She's landed and making her way here." Hunter rushes into my room with a smile, but it's not met with enthusiasm. "She's 9cm dilated. It's almost time." The midwife tells me, but I shake my head refusing to believe it. "Nope. Not happening. I'll just hold my breath or something. This baby is not coming until my wife is next to me." I say firmly. "Come on buddy, we had a talk." I plead to the bump once again, only to be hit by another contraction. "Oh, fuck you!" I scream as Flo imitates the breathing pattern I need to do. "Come on Scar." I whisper to myself.

"No, no, no." I chant, gaining Flo's attention. "What's wrong?" She asks, gently running her fingers through my hair. "I feel the need to push" I tell her, which gets the midwives attention. "Ok, that's the sign that your son wants to join the world now Y/n." She says but I'm shaking my head, sobbing at this point. "NO! She's not here. Please!" I beg, but I know it's no use. "Ok, we can only have one person in the room during labour." The midwife informs the three of them. "You're her back up birthing partner Flo. We'll wait outside." Melanie responds before leaning into leave a kiss on my forehead. "I'll be back to meet my grandson." She smiles, which I easily return.

Hunter is next to say goodbye, before they both disappear into the hallway. Flo takes my hand and gives me a confident look. "I thought she'd make it." I cry as Flo tries to shush me. "I know. I know I'm not the one you wanted with you. But I'm not going anywhere." She tells me, providing me the smallest of comforts.

"Ok Y/n. We're going to need you to start pushing with your next contraction." The midwife informs me. She's not here. She's not made it. Our son is going to come into this world without her. As I push with the next contraction, tears stream down my face to know she's not here. It's breaking my heart.

"I'M HERE!" Scarlett's voice fills the room as the door slams open. Relief washes over me as my contraction comes to an end, and I see the one face that I've wanted by my side. Flo places a kiss on my head and leaves so Scarlett can take over. She instantly takes my hand in hers and places a kiss on my head. "I'm so sorry. I'm late." She says panting, out of breath from clearly running. "It's ok. You're here now." I smile at her, puckering up my lips to show I want a kiss. She giggles and leans down and captures my lips in a kiss.

It doesn't last long as another contraction kicks in. "You got this baby. I'm so proud of you." Scarlett encourages as I push. "That's great. Y/n I can see the head. Take some deep breaths for me. You're almost there." The midwife says. I follow Scar who is guiding me through the breathing techniques. "I'm not sure I can go again. This hurts so much." I pant, leaning my head back against the pillow, dreading the next contraction to come. "Yes, you can. You are the strongest person I have ever met. It's something I admire about you so much and our son is so lucky to have you as their mom. I'm here with you. We are going to get through this together."

The sincerity in her voice is making me emotional, until another rush of pain hits. "Sure! Together! How's your pain level?" I hiss as I push once again, for what I hope is the final time. But all that frustration washes away when a baby's cry rings out. I look to Scar, to see her eyes filled with tears. There is no sound more magical. "Congratulations. You have a healthy baby boy." The midwife tells us, with a big smile. "Go cut the cord." I instruct Scarlett, with a push, who's reluctant to leave me. She places a kiss on my forehead and moves down towards our son.

She lets out a gasp as she meets him. "He's gorgeous." She whispers in awe. "Just like his mama." I smile. Seeing how happy Scarlett is as she takes the scissors to cut the cord. The midwife wraps a towel around the baby and pass him to Scarlett who holds him like he's made of glass. "He's got your eyes." She says as she walks him towards me and places him on my chest. Tears fall freely as his eyes meet mine. "Hi there. I'm your mom." I say with a teary smile.

Scarlett wraps her arm around my shoulders and rest her other hand on the baby. "He's perfect. Thank you." She beams, turning her gaze to me, love overflowing. "Thank you for making me a mom." She clarifies, leaning down to rest her head on my own. "We're a family of three." I smile and she chuckles. "My perfect family." She sighs contently.

After going through birthing the placenta and getting myself and the baby cleaned up. All the pain and grossness are in the past as this bright bundle of joy rests in my arms. Calmness now fills the room as Scarlett sits next to me, cooing at our newborn son. A knock at the door draws our attention as Melanie pokes her head around. "Can we come in?" She asks and we both nod quickly.

The door opens fully, and she's followed in by Hunter, Flo and also Lizzie. "They all gasp as they see the baby in my arms. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet our son. Leo Hunter Johansson." Scarlett announces to everyone's surprise. Hunter is frozen to the spot as tears fill his eyes. "Really?" He asks and Scarlett nods, standing up to pull him into a hug. "Do you want to hold your grandson?" I ask Melanie who nods, words escaping her.

I adjust my hold so she can take him. As soon as he's in her arms, she's cooing and crying herself. "My first grandchild." She babbles. Flo and Lizzie take their place by my side as Scarlett, Hunter and Melanie have a moment together. "What are you doing here Lizzie?" I ask. "I couldn't let her go on her own. She was so out of it, I'm sure she'd have gotten on the wrong plane! Besides, I wanted to be here to meet my nephew." She replies, a big grin her face.

I then turn to Flo who's already looking at me. "Thank you for being there for me. I can't thank you enough. I don't think I could have done any of this without you." I tell her honestly. "What else are sisters for." She states simply, and just like that the dam breaks and I cry into her shoulder. Stupid hormones!

After everyone has had a cuddle, they eventually have to leave as visiting hours are over. Scarlett's allowed to stay with me before Leo and I are discharged in the morning. She scoops Leo up into her arms and starts to walk around the room, bouncing him in her arms. I take a few photos and videos as she starts to sing to him. It fills my heart with so much joy and love and I can't wait for our lives together as a family.  

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i feel really selfish saying this, but i really wish there were more general trans movies with characters who aren't trans women. like, i'm really glad that they're there and there should be more, but on the other hand, its kinda all thats there? obviously there ARE movies like this, but 9 times out of 10 when there's a recommendation to go see a trans movie, its either a trans women or a character heavily implied to be a trans women there. and i'm really glad those movies are there! but i'd just wish there could be a big discussion about movie and there would be a trans man or a nonbinary person representing the community.

(this also goes for other types of media too)

i sent an ask complaining about how the majority of trans movies that the community talks mainly show trans women and i wanna take that back cause a lot of those media are shitty towards trans women. i dont think its fair to complain about that when those media are awful towards trans women. i apologize

anon of the trans ppl in media asks you can publish them! i retracted it cause im kinda emotional rn and i couldn't really remember if i was being fair or shitty

I think what you're forgetting, anon, is that while trans women are depicted badly in a lot of places - less so over the years, people mainly reference things from the previous century - there's still way more positive transfem rep than there is of anything for transmascs, and that doesn't mean transfems have it better, but as always hyper-visibility and invisibility are two sides of the same coin. It's okay for invisibility to not feel good. There should indeed be more media about transmascs.

Now I'm finally doing that. This year I made my first ever hand sewn cosplay. There are definitely mistakes, but it's pretty sturdy and I can't express the sheer sense of pride I got from wearing something I sewed myself. There are some things I wanna tweak on it, like I must have made a mistake when measuring the waistband because it's WAY too thick. But it's functional, it's accurate, and it even has a zipper! It was expensive because of course for my first ever sewing project I picked a character with a pleated skirt (you need 3x your waist in fabric and im fat which definitely adds up lmao, plus i got the fabric custom printed from a print-on-demand company) and the pleats took forever to do. But I'm so so so proud of it. I'm looking into armor crafting with EVA foam for a future cosplay, and it's intimidating but I'm really excited at the idea of working with it. I've seen so many amazing armor sets and props made with EVA foam and I can't wait to make my own. I'm thinking I'm gonna cosplay Maple from BOFURI: I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense.. Then again, that might be jumping off straight into the deep end again like I did for the last cosplay since she has a GIANT shield. At least I'm sticking to her main outfit, not the one with giant angel wings lmao. I may have watched several videos on wing crafting but even I'm not brazen (or stupid) enough to try making those for only my second real cosplay lmao. Anyway this has been your regularly unscheduled cosplay info dump. Thank you for tuning in, we'll see you next time!

Ambitious! I hope it all turns out great, it sounds like a lot of big projects to have on one's plate.

My opinions are a lot more nuanced than most takes on 'shipcourse' that ive seen, but I've gathered that im generally included when people say 'proshippers dni' based on how people define it in said dnis. I'm not gonna purposefully interact with someone who obviously doesn't want me there. But that makes it frustratingly difficult to find people to follow who also believe in things like transandrophobia. It happens all too often that I find someone with great takes and go to follow them, then see that they have a dni that includes me. It especially sucks when all the other things in the dni are things like "racist" and "transphobic". I'm sorry, but I just can't see having a nuanced opinion on fiction as being on the same level as being a bigot towards others. It sucks to be put on the same level as actively hateful people because I have concerns about the normalization of censorship. I believe that when you open the doors to censoring media because of morals, you set the groundwork for things like the Hays Code. Censorship has always been disproportionately used to silence marginalized groups. I just can't get behind that, no matter how 'noble' the intentions behind it might be.

If it helps any, I'm also what one would call a pro-shipper but find the word itself beneath my dignity because I think it's ridiculous it's an argument in the first place.

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Had to make some character designs from class so I finally got an opportunity to make fully fleshed designs for @stradiivarrii and I's boys!!! I also had to make 2 props for each and two bed rooms so I did one for Ib and Jeep.

For those interested I'm gonna put some lore for each + thier whole story/deal below (it’s very long btw lol)

Okay so these guys like in the way future when Pangea reforms and creates a brand new super continent. They specifically live along what used to be the Indian Ocean/ in that area which is now called the Great Bay. At this point in time the Ocean is a big no-no zone for civilians and the government has banned even commercial vessels from going too far from the coast. Most civilians understand bc ya know, the oceans bigger and scarier now, no one knows what’s out there and no one wants to find out.

So where do these 3 come in?

Starting with Ibrahim; he works at the docks, working in ships. It’s mainly dismantling old ones, fixing up commercial ones and refurbishing personal vessels so they can’t go out into the open ocean. Ibrahim used to live with his older brother Jakob until Jakob joined a military research program called the Odyssey Expedition in hopes of answering his life long call to the sea. Jakob actually got his wish, going on an expedition into uncharted territory but ultimately went missing.

The military is well funded, and the Odyssey Expedition is specifically funded by the extremely rich scientist and politician, Hachiro Kintsugi, so Ibrahim knows they could’ve found Jakob and brought them home if they wanted to. Except they haven’t. In fact they’ve completely swept it under the rug. So when Ib starts getting S.O.S signals from somewhere in the ocean, he assumes it’s Jakob and takes matters into his own hands and starts stealing boat parts from work to fix up his own boat in hopes of using it to find Jakob. But not every part can be found at the docks.

Enter Jeep. Jeep’s a notorious thief and current leader of the Fiamme Ribelli, a small but powerful government resistance gang. Jeep doesn’t have much interest in fighting the government and essentially inherited the gang bc the original four leaders (his dad and uncles) got arrested during a particularly risky heist. Jeep’s been holding down the fort the best he can, keeping their main base (his childhood home) up and running. He even turned it into a little pawn shop/Robin Hood situation, selling what he steals from the rich and sells it back to his neighborhood.

Ibrahim piques Jeep’s interest when he comes by looking for boat parts and after getting the truth about his plan Jeep offers to help. He may be a bit of a criminal but he knows his way around an engine, always tuning up his beloved Jeep, and he’s got connections that’ll make this operation go much smoother.

Sometime after the two get to work Theseus comes along. Theseus is from the big city, in fact his family practically runs it. His father, Hachiro, as mentioned before is a well known and rich scientist with a focus on agricultural science. His mother, Elisabeth was an actress, a singer, a dancer, a painter. She’s had a career in ever art field known to man but now spends her days organizing events and using their immense wealth to fund vanity projects. Which includes funding their son’s android augmentations.

Theseus used to be flesh and bone until his lungs started failing as a kid. Through an experimental procedure he successfully had his lungs replaced with mechanical ones. And then other organs started failing and so they got replaced too. By the time he was 12 most of his internal organs were made of metal. He was both a medical and mechanical wonder and most of the population obsessed over him. By the time he was 15 Theseus was used to having his face or body on billboards and magazines, of having people know the intimate details about his he ticks and what his insides look like. Eventually the hyped died down, BUT oh no!! His mother noticed something was wrong with his leg! I guess he needs the knee joint replaced. And look, his arms a little stiff, he must need a new shoulder. By the time he was 20 his entire body, minus his head and hands were made of metal and Theseus had become a symbol for the innovative world, even becoming the face of Odyssey Expedition’s Innovation Department when it’s formed. He even met Jakob before the fateful trip and felt devastated and guilty when he was told they weren’t gonna try and bring him home.

Which is why when he hears the SOS signal and realizes Jakob’s little brother has been tapping into it Theseus decides to finally resolve his guilt and help him. But he tries his hardest to keep his identity a secret since he’s aware that he’s not as beloved outside of the city and Ibrahim has a very personal reason not to trust him

And that’s what I got for them so far!!! There’s one more member of this little crew named Quill that I wanna make a full design for and I wanna make both his and Theseus’s rooms too!! Plus I wanna make official designs for all the side characters too (bc there’s so so many that I absolutely adore lol). Idk if this will ever become a comic or what but I at least want to flesh out the lore and story and share it with you guys in some way!!

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Sending this anonymously bc i don’t wanna get the b/t stans attacking me for saying my observation, but this is in regards to your post about tommy not being enthusiastic about buck

for starters i completely agree w everything you said so this is just my own blurb i wanted to add

this plays into my theory of tommy paralleling abby in s1 who was never looking for anything serious w buck, but saw him as a younger man who could be used as a play-thing meanwhile buck jumps in head first only to learn a lesson about what love actually is along the way after being hurt…. and ik a bunch of people are like “i don’t want buck to get hurt by another relationship” but i genuinely think he needs to be burned a few more times because he obviously still doesn’t realize that his own interests should be celebrated by his partner and not put down— buck hasn’t had something BIG happen to him since the coming out arc and that was a mostly positive arc, aside from the gaslighting from tommy but whatever… it’s time for him to go through another hurdle, not as a side player in someone else’s arc [bobby’s injury/eddie’s breakdown] but as his own arc in which he realizes he is worth more than just being a pretty boy who is only valuable when he’s being kissed. I hope that bobby and eddie’s storylines will show him that in the finale and we can end this whole buck/tommy fiasco before s8, but im scared they will drag it out further into s8 and we will get either retconning from the writers, or we will get the fandom backlashing against tommy being used for his original intended purpose which was to be a PLOT DEVICE…..

we also have seen buck’s interests and excited demeanor subdued and looked down on by taylor often during their relationship. i already have iffy feelings on how the writers handled her character and her relationship arc with buck but aside from the treasure hunt, we never really saw her propping up buck’s interests and often tried to subdue his “golden retriever” personality (something the buckley parents also did)

(this is also interesting bc Taylor Kelly and Tommy Kinard…. T-K and T-K, idk it feels very hmmm to me on top of Tommy kind of repping all of Buck’s past major relationships into s ball)

and i feel like the diaz parents and possibly whatever happens with the will could be that catalyst for him to finally be like “oh… i am worth more thsn just being a side piece” which would hopefully lead to a b/t breakup

bc think about it, who IS the only one (besides bobby/maddie) who is always trying to tell buck he is worth more than just what he is at face value? DING DING DING it’s eddie… and if we get that feelings realization of “oh this is what i need from a relationship and i get that from eddie” we can open the door to buck facing the “im in love with my straight best friend who is going through shit” crisis while eddie could have his own “i am projecting my feelings towards buck onto my dead wife because he is what i want and she is who i thought i was supposed to want”

also for eddie’s side of things, it could also be a sense of realizing that he’s projecting and this further idea of “i’m broken” and then realizing who has been there to help him patch things up in the past as he realizes that everything he has looked for in a partner (mainly someone to be a second parental unit for chris) he already has with buck.

anyway i am so sorry for the long ask i just wanted to put this out there and say that i fully agree w you and share my thoughts that coincide with yours

Hi anon!

I love long asks and I agree with every point you made! Buck is still very obviously stuck in the hamster wheel (but only this time with a guy) and the whole "I don't want him to get hurt" is such a weird thing to say. Like except for Abby, Buck wasn't really upset by his breakups and rn his relationship with Tommy is not deep with a lots of buildup, it's just some dates (one of them failed) and two kiss so not a situation that will cause him a lots of heartache

And Eddie is the one who really matches Buck's energy and not only always hypes him up, but he's just as ready to get into the those situations

The pining arc for them is gonna be soo good, but I really hope they won't make it too long, I think a half season for it is more than enough (but I am an impatient girlie and we had enough slowburn now), I just want them to be domestic

I honestly believe we'll either have bt breakup in the next episode or in the first episode of s8. They did nothing to develop their relationship past e6, but introduced many points that could he grounds for a breakup (all coming back to Tommy's behaviour).

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The Team !

Behind the crow, the people :3

Because making a game asks for a lot of personal dedication, we thought you would be interested in a little break between our devlogs to see who is behind the scene !

We are two in the main team, but, as for any video game, there is people who help from time to time, so we decided to present you our Intern Extraordinaire, who spent a full month with us, and who will face the same interview than us today !

Ready ? Go :D

Can you tell us about yourself ?

Mathias : I'm Mathias, Qodax on internet. I'm a 3D artist who wants to specialise in rigging, animation and concept art.

Sebastien : I'm Sebastien Annoni, I'm an illustrator mainly for book edition and specialized in SFFF. I love to explore medias and mediums to share emotions and dreams to people.

Asha : I'm Asha du Rosel and i'm also a SFFF illustrator plus concept artist, AND an Infodumper Supreme on random fun facts entirely useless in good society.

What do you do at Murdock Prod ?

M : I was graciously hired for a one month internship to model Environment and props asset, plus a few concept arts. I suppose we could summarize this as 3D environment artist ?

S : Writing, Concept art, Integration, I'm everywhere, like Asha.

A : I'm here and there. Programming in addition of art, writing, correction and marketing. (It's me who writes on tumblr :D)

Who is your favorite character in Amalgame ?

M : The Oracle. I like their design and their weird helmet, they have a dnd wizard vibe.

S : Tough question ! Lyra, I think. It's a character who was created with The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend in mind. It's a personal tribute who speaks to me.

A : Lyra. She is cool and MUSCLES ! More seriously, I love that she acts tough but she really is a motherly figure who loves dearly her Followers. She's cute.

What is the asset you had the more fun to create until now ?

M : The blue trees with the gears, I thought they were cool in 3D. And the jellyfishy plant.

S : Seryn, for now ! It helps to see the project's progress, it feels like a payoff.

A : The Followers concept ! It's very fun and challenging to find an outfit design who allows for subtile character variation while retaining a certain unicity.

What classes did you take to do this job ?

M : I began with a fine art option in highschool, then entered at Strasbourg's Ecole Brassart (in France) where I did a preparatory class. I began in Fine art, but changed for Graphic Design, just to discover one month deep in 1st Year that it was not meant for me and change again to 3D art, where I did the 3 following years. Now I wait for the start of my 5th school year that I will attend at NAD-UQAC school in Canada for a double major in Narrative Game Design (DESS).

S : WHOAH. I began with a fine art specialisation in highschool (I don't know if it still exists...), then I chained with a Fine Art first year at university, then a MANAA in Paris at Sainte Genevieve Institute. Next I did a DMA in Animation Movies at the same institute, while taking Medical Illustration cursus as a free auditor at Estienne. Finally, I moved in Nantes (still in France) where I did School Pivot in the Illustration cursus. I couldn't finish the year because of money, and I began as a freelance Illustrator and Art teacher. I'm in these business since 18 years now !

A : NONE LOL ! I had... A lot of difficulties at the end of High School and many more after because of AuDHD, and I couldn't keep on... I began as a freelance illustrator 10 years ago because I was broke and only could draw and because it was an old abandonned dream of me, and I loved it. I entered as a free auditor a now defunct Game Art school in 2022 where I met Sebastien. I am also an art teacher for 3 years now.

Why did you want to do this job ?

M : It's from a very young age. I'm a big fan of video games since I'm 7, and I love art since highschool, so I looked for a job who could merge these two passions.

S : I saw some color pencil drawings on a pharmacy flyer, and was very interested to know who did those. I discover the job of Illustrator with this, and it called me, even if I thought my calling was to be pharmacist at first ! It was without taking account of the incredible Super Nintendo game boxes' covers like the Secret of Mana one, who was very beautifully painted, and the discover of those who is now my favorite artist, Gerald Bröm. They built this choice by giving it sense.

A : I began to draw at 11 because I needed to put on paper all the stories and characters I had in my mind. It's finally someone who told me that if I spent every moment in a dayjob writing in the margins of papers, I should live an artist live fully. It made sense, and since I began as a pro, everything clicked for me.

What do you prefer to do ?

M : There is no side of 3D art I truly hate, except post processing and compositing that I avoid at all cost. But i love the concept phase, and the rigging and animation, like I said before. Having a concept I created coming to life, it's something ! Even if I was not sold to rigging and animation at first, I ended really liking it by working on it enough.

S : I truly love all the puzzle-y steps of composition, then the freedom of painting flow, this magic where every brushstroke is an everchanging emotional language who asks you to look into yourself without pain. It helps me think, like a music improv you gradually compose... [he stops to paint in mid sentence. I ask him again and reread what he told me until now]

There is this thing where you are in full mastery of your instrument, and you can improvise, you know you will come to a good result, so you just peacefully enjoy the ride.

A : The concept art step. This moment where you freeze the first pictures, with all their possibility, and this joy.

Do you have an advice for those who would want to do what you do ?

M : Honestly, you need to multiply personal projects, even if you find your work bad compared to the other's. You have to write your ideas, draw them : it's primordial for motivation. I must have tens of photoshop files of random ideas I loved creating, even if they may not concretize fully. So, yeah, as soon as you have an idea, go for it ! Even if you do not have the skills to execute it right for now, it's very motivating to try.

S : I would advice to draw from observation, to forge your artistic eye. It seems simple, but it's terribly efficient : take a sketchbook and draw everything you have in front of you, to build your fondamentals. Everything you can learn in a school, you can learn by doing this, without spending this much money. I would have loved learning this earlier. You can teach yourself all of this by this constant work, and look at the rest in books.

A : I'd say, in opposition to what Seb told you, that we sometimes need help from a teacher to go out of our confort zone. Don't hesitate to ask a human for help ! I'm mostly self learned, but every workshop I attended on blocking points helped me.

A hint of humor, now ! If you could be a narrative trope, what would you be ?

M : Giant Space Flea from Nowhere ! I'm as random as this trope I think.

S : The one who says the bad guy is not really the bad guy but hides a bigger threat. I always was hit by this trope in games like Tales of Fantasia where you get to the end of the adventure only to discover the stunning motivations of the antagonist who protects you from a bigger Evil and allows the story to get a new epic breath.

A : It's awful because it's pretty sexist, but I vibe so much with the Manic Pixie Girl. I like the idea of people coming in the life of someone and changing everything, and the bold and outrageous, very out of normativity side of these characters. Free the Manic Pixie Girl !

Your favorite Crackship ?

M : Morrigane X Spiderman because of Marvel VS Capcom ! Everyone ships them but they're not even from the same universe, it's funny.

S : Kratos from God of War and Inosuke from Demon Slayer. One is desperately trying to control his anger because it's leading him into trouble, when the other only finds solution when he listens to it.

A : Link and Tingle ? The absurdity of them and the terrifying weirdness of Tingle make me laugh. The scenario would probably be Tingle asking Link how to become a true fairy, or, better even, the reverse lol

What do you say when you break a glass at your best friend's place ?

M : "OH SHIT"

S : "Sorry do not hurt me é_è"

A : I say nothing i cry

Tomorrow, a transport truck carrying Hello Kitty merch falls from the sky and flattens you. What is your last thought ?

M : "At least it will make a funny message on my tombstone" or "I will have the most original death in the guiness book !"

S : "What a pain in the ass, I won't have time to finish my painting, I'm gonna be late"

A : I'd be frustrated to not be able to see what is inside all those boxes. This and "Oh lol and I won't even be able to tell this to anyone"

A last sentence before our leave ?

M : It was a pleasure to work on Amalgame with Murdock Prod ! Keep an eye on the production the game ambiance is cool and play when it releases ! Support indie creators !

S : YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO HAVE ME UNTIL YOU ARE ABLE TO LICK YOUR OWN ELBOW !

A : Don't ever let people decide of how you are doing and what you need to do !

So, did you learn interesting things ?

You can consult our portfolios here !

Portfolio Mathias Waltz

WebSite Sebastien Annoni

Linktree Asha du Rosel

Have a nice week :D