#took too long to answer

[idgo-incarnate]

My Answers (ig): 1. Corel Paint (my parents downloaded it for some reason) and recently uninstalled it. They insist its a good program but don't pay for an extension.

2. Forward is fine, 3/4 and left facing side ok, right side is hard unless I can copy-paste flip. Not surprising as a left handed person.

3. Loved reading DIY arts and crafts or how to draw books, copied drawings of things I liked. Also enjoyed miniature making videos for dolls.

4. All humans because faces are hard c':

5. I post a fair amount online, but this is just the tip of the iceberg since most of those accounts are personal.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it) -A.I. art (sorry), even though I avoid watching ai gen videos or block/report ai art.

7. A.I. art again, I really hate the exploitation and defenders saying mean things to artists, but the knowledge of coding and the processing not to mention the years of technological advancement to get here.

8. Learning guitar (friend borrowed and broke it.)

9. "mmmmm ye" "name 1" "name png 1" "ya boi" "oof" "thing ig" "idk" "(insert acronym)" "lil bb" "for (project)"

10. Suits, pants, leather, and hoodies.

11. My playlist (mp3 downloader, screw spotify.)

12. Torso (gimme those abs and moobies!)

13. Alan Becker (animating stick figures is difficult apparently), Ari Aster (Scaredy cat but I admire the small, hidden, details), Bong Joon-Ho (Please make something that isn't a class critique), got more but that's all I can remember.

14. Slow Burn Horror, horror elements that don't feel scary at first, but if you think of it real hard it has terrible implications (ex. soap kills 99% of bacteria, and the 1% will eventually mutate to a point no sterilizing agent can't kill it.)

15. At home or school.

16. Overthinking (thanks anxiety.)

17. Nothing, other than what is in the fridge.

18. Not break but exhausted or lost, in that case MANY.

19. Computers, food, and architecture (I could be an engineer.)

20. Architecture, I took drafting classes and a lot of my classmates had a hard time with perspective drawing, this skill does not translate to other entities.

21. Abstract art and classical paintings.

22. None, just go and mess around.

23. I try to use it and have some grasp, but most drawings don't require it.

24. Yes, especially the funnier ones.

25. A.I. art, cringy kid drawings, and other people.

26. Every human I've ever tried to draw.

27. The closest thing to a warm up is to draw whatever is on my mind (usually a smiley or uwu type face), then sketch the actual work.

28. Hypnovember, kept it a secret because it's nsfw.

29. Cat Soup (animated movie), Studio Ghibli, Some songs, that's all I can recall ig.

30. (I will edit the answer at the account anniversary)

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[mellowsharkpolice]

Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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[peace-hunter]

the struggle of having to fight your best friend and be serious about it when the two of you have the same sense of humor and were each other's "yes and-" partner for years </3

anyway. de verdad es tu mejor amigo si no joteas con él cada que puedes 🤭??

haunted au (<- just a little bit tho lmao)

chat transcript under the readmore lol

nexus: he's far too close :/

solus: get him away!!1!!

alchemist: you have to distract him

zeta: throw him off balance

liege: flirt with him lol

zeta: what no

vector: DO NOT

alchemist: bad idea bad idea bad idea

megatronus: i'm disowning you if you do

nexus: no way he's doing that

solus: holy frag he did it

micronus: HOLY FRAG HE DID IT LMAOOO

megatronus: I'M NEVER TALKING TO EITHER OF YOU EVER AGAIN

liege: YES YES YES LET'S FRAGGING GOOOOOO

zeta: OPTIMUS PRIME WE DO NOT FLIRT WITH THE ENEMY

vector: if you get out of this alive i'm dragging you to the allspark myself do you hear me

megatronus: I'M DISOWNING BOTH OF YOU

nexus: DO YOU WANT HIM TO GET CLOSER

alchemist: TERRIBLE IDEA TERRIBLE IDEA TERRIBLE IDEA

prima: everyone stfu right now!!

liege: ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT HE'S INTO IT

alchemist: WORST IDEA EVER WORST IDEA EVER TERRIBLE NO GOOD WORST IDEA EVER

megatronus: IF HE EVEN THINKS ABOUT IT I'M CRAWLING OUT OF HTE ALLSPAPRK AND OFFLINING HIM MYSELF

zeta: GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY

solus: OH NO HE'S A FREAK TOO

vector: I FRAGGING TOLD YOU

prima: OPTIMUS PRIME YOU ARE GROUNDED

micronus: KICK HIM IN THE NUTS

nexus: WHY ON PRIMUS' NAME ARE YOU BLUSHING

onyx: THIS IS NOT THE TIME OPTIMUS

megatronus: I SWEAR IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT I'M DRAGGIN YOU BOTH TO THE PIT

zeta: WE DO NOT FLIRT WITH THE ENEMY AND WE ARE NOT SEDUCED BY THE ENEMY EITHER

[ruinix]

Quinn getting a huge baby fever after he saw you hold your little cousin (or whomever baby)

Hello, lovely…baby fever… yes, baby fever. Ummm, I fear I have…gone overboard again, so it took me a bit. I had to bring out the big guns (my AO3 thots with my fictional men). He almost turned…dark 🤨🙂‍↔️

Trouble

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Masturbation, a dash of Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (use protection, lovelies), Brief Choking, Use of ‘hubby’ (some doesn’t like it so...🙂‍↕️), Quinn being pathetic as he gets hit with an extreme baby fever

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You are trouble. So much trouble. Quinn had to lock himself in a bathroom stall as he stares at his phone, his fingers tapping the video over and over and over again. It feels like a loop. A loop of you and that little baby.

Who is that? Who? But the identity of the baby is the second thing in this mind. You’re the first thing.

Quinn can’t stop watching. Can’t stop hearing your little coos for the baby you got in your arms. Can’t stop seeing the way you brush your cheek against the top of the baby’s head. Can’t stop the squeeze in his chest as you smile at the camera, the light shining behind you so perfectly that you appear to have a halo. Can’t stop feeling your happiness in this ten-second-long video. It makes him happy. Too happy that he had to cover up the little one’s face because he’s…his pants tighten up. Fuck.

Before he could type his reply, you send over a text that had him, leaning back against the door which creaked from his weight. His legs and hands shake. His soul shudders. It feels as though he’s not there. This must be a fucking dream.

Your text says, “When we have a baby, will they look as cute as this little duuuuuude?”

‘When. We. Have. A. Baby.’

When. Not if. When. Like you are stating the inevitable future. Like you are looking forward to it. Like you want him to give you children—or child, fuck, he’ll give you any number of children.

It’s just a simple thought, but it feels like a magnitude ten earthquake causing destruction. You destroyed him in the best possible way. Rattled him so much that he can barely function. He got practice for fuck’s sake. He can’t even tease your extended ‘dude’. He can’t. He can’t think straight.

All Quinn’s thoughts are questions.

‘You want a baby with me? When do you want to have a baby? Do you want to start making one now? Next week? Next month? Next season? Next year?’

‘Are you sure you want a baby?’

‘How many babies do you want? One? Five?’

‘Do you want them a year a part? Two? Three?’

Shaking his head to clear it, his tongue feels dry, his heart beating and ramming against his chest. He could barely ask who’s the little dude, barely understand that dude is your friend’s baby, could barely read every paragraph you sent after about little dude. Of course, he still reads it, despite not being able to process them, because he needs to hear you—at least—as he tumbles down the rabbit hole.

More like plummets.

His mind is clogged with images of you. Your tummy barely showing to fully rounded and full of his baby. You eating for two. You being all clingy or irritable with him—he’ll hug or console you either way. You wearing maternity clothes. Most especially, you holding his baby.

Quinn’s done for. He fucking is.

When you send your “I love you”, Quinn’s hand is already wrapped around his cock, your name escaping his lips in a plea, a revelation descending and dawning upon him.

He needs to have a child with you.

That’s why—for weeks, six weeks to be exact—Quinn cannot stop imagining and wishing the babies he sees in the streets, in social media, in the arena during games to be yours and his.

He has…baby fever. He realized that a week in. It’s weird. Quinn doesn’t think about kids or babies. His plan was to be with you. Just you and him without a doubt. Then after some time, he’ll propose. Then you will marry. Then you two will talk about kids, because even if having kids was not yet his focus, he wants a family with you.

You’re his endgame. He’s sure of it, so he’s moving forward with you. Until you sent the video of little dude—Jeremy, if Quinn remembers correctly—with you. Until he literally can’t stop picturing you and babies. Until it’s the only thing in his fucking mind other than hockey and you. Babies. Cute little babies.

He’s so fucked, because it’s not just the wholesome need for little babies. No. It feels primal.

He gets fucking hard, totally bricked up, wanting nothing but to fuck you until you’re bred. So hard that he had to jerk off multiple times during the day. Bathroom stalls. A janitor closet. Even when he’s home, he has to jerk off, given that you’re not there. He tries not to, but his cock would ache as his thoughts worsen, so he fucking fails. Every. Time.

His fogged-up brain will continuously echo: “Kids, now. Kids with you. Now. Now.”

Quinn thinks he’s losing his mind. He doesn’t know what to do, because the thoughts of little ones—with your eyes, your hair, your smile, your sweetness, your quirks, your gentleness, your everything—makes him yearn for it to be true. His heart aches for every day that goes without them. He needs a family with you. He needs little ones to spoil alongside you.

So for weeks, Quinn wants to breech the subject with you. He wishes to present his new foolproof life plan—that will also be your plan, if you accept. His new plan consist of: lots of fucking to make a baby, him providing for you and your children and possibly grandchildren, him being present for every step of the way, him being a good father. But simply, babies. The plan is to have babies, but the words always stop at his throat.

Because…even if he wants babies, that doesn’t equate to what you want right now. Right? He can’t just do what he wants, can he? Like breed you and—

“Little dude,” you say in a singsong voice, “would look so cute with this, right?”

Quinn looks up and sees you hold up a shark onesie. He can only stare, stare, and stare, because this has to be illegal. This, as in you holding up that onesie just a meter away from him. As in you looking proud of every baby clothing you bought. As in you being excited about buying things not for his baby. He hates it. The sudden disdain—to an innocent kid just because he’s not his—is making him all too riled up now. Why are you spoiling someone else’s baby? Fuck.

“Sure,” Quinn chokes out which he tries to mask with a cough.

He nods helplessly when you grin, a sparkle in your eyes, then you dash across the room to get your wrapping papers, tapes, and somehow, more paper bags. Just how many did you buy for that baby? It’s a fucking haul that makes Quinn irritable and also downright pathetic.

He should just say it. He wants a kid with you. He wants to be a father to your children. Easy words to say, but he still can’t say it. He’s such an idiot.

“I want to help,” he offers as you settle on the floor, scooting your legs under the coffee table, looking so cozy.

“Thank you, Quinn, but I got a wrapping system over here,” you giggle. Your arms are comically filled with stuff before you laid them out on the table. “You always crumple the wrapper, silly.”

Quinn does. He can wrap presents, but it’s a battle. Him against the paper. Usually, he wins but the gifts…they’re wrapped so messily. So different with your gift wrapping. While he’s nonchalant about it, you’re particular. He sees your focus for every fold. He has seen you get upset when you fold one piece wrong or if the ribbon is wonky. He loves that about you.

Still, you give him socks and onesies. Still, you let him messily wrap them. You even smile, looking so proud of him like he’s the best, looking utterly kind and patient. You place what he wrapped on your growing pile.

You’ll be a good mother. Quinn knows that. He’ll do his best to be a good father. He can do that. He can—

He jumps when you suddenly hop over his lap.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, pressing a kiss against his jaw. Quinn can only cling to your hips, savor your touch on his nape, the feel of your fingers running through his hair. “Come back, hubby.”

Hubby? Are you insane? Do you know what that does to him? Who is he kidding? You fucking do. You always do. You’ll be the death of him.

“My Love,” he groans, a bit too whiny in his opinion, but he can’t help it. The effect you have on him.

“You like that?” you chuckle, breathing in his sharp exhales. “Hubby.”

Quinn can only growl in response. You’ve short-circuited him and you laugh at him. Cruel. His cruel Love. He hugs you tighter, grounding himself. This is real. You called him Hubby. Not Huggy. Hubby. Your hubby.

He buries his head into your neck, greedily taking in your scent. God. You smell so good, so addicting like a custom-made drug, just for him.

His cock throbs, wishing to be seated in your pussy, wishing to spill his cum in your womb until it takes.

“Do you want a baby?” He forces out, his voice coming out raspy and broken and desperate. He’s probably blushing, because he’s burning up. Even his fucking eyes sting. He’s going to cry and it’s fucking pathetic.

“Hmm,” you hum, hands rubbing over his chest, soothing him.

One hand runs up his jaw, coaxing him to meet your eyes. Your beautiful eyes track every detail on his face, taking everything like it’s your first time when you’ve already done it hundreds of times.

Then you softly kiss his cheeks, the mole on the right, his forehead, the edges of his eyebrows, his eyelids, his lips. A simple soft peck. One by one until he’s just putty underneath you. His heart pounds but not from fear, for his undeniable love for you. Just like that you settle him.

“Been thinking about that, handsome?” you ask.

“Yes,” he nearly stutters.

“Do you want to have a baby?” you ask, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.

Quinn shudders, eyebrows meeting, breaths picking up. “Yes,” he confesses like he’s about to confess guilty and be sentenced to death.

A grumbled ‘fuck’ escapes his lips when you scoot closer, sitting your clothed pussy right over his aching cock. You roll your hips once and Quinn almost comes. Shit. What are you doing to him?

You’re saying something, whispering the words on his lips, but Quinn couldn’t focus.

You’re so close. Oh, so close. Your breaths mix together, making him all so dizzy. He wants to kiss you again, but when he tries to close the smallest distance between you two, you move back. Why are you…

Then he realizes what you said.

“I’ve been wanting your baby for so long, Q. So long.”

You want his baby.

It feels like the last tether around his control snaps.

No longer is he chasing your lips and letting you pull away. No longer is he shaking like a goddamned leaf, choking on unsaid words, yearning and begging to the void. No longer because you’ve said it. You want his child.

He captures your lips, hand slipping through hair, firmly tugging. The way you moan against his lips makes his blood rush his cock. Your hands grasping at his shirt. Your hips grinding against his. Your desperation is a distinct reflection of his.

“Quinn,” you gasp, panting for air. Your pupils are blown. Cheeks flushed.

Quinn groans your name, lifting you to rest you on the couch, him still kneeling on the floor, your hips glued together. He grasps your collar, ruthlessly tugging down. Buttons pop out, fabric tearing. It’s his shirt anyway. He can just give you more.

He doesn’t let you complain, easily capturing your lips, as he continues his rush to remove every bit of your clothing. You try to help, but he won’t let it. He can’t or else he’ll lose it.

He needs this. You need this. Those thoughts keep bouncing in his head as he deepens the kiss. His hand finds your pussy, already dripping. Slipping a finger, your pussy sucks it in, quivering, clenching, leaking. God, you’re so wet. He doesn’t even need to prep you, because you’re already so turned on for him. Only for him. He hooks his finger against your special spot, making you scream.

You’re so ready, aren’t you? Ready to be fucked. Ready to be bred.

“It’s such a dangerous day, Quinny,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms.

You’ve already sent him over the edge but hearing you—those new set of words—makes him spiral deeper into his haze.

He somehow gets rid of his shirt but only pushes his pants and boxers down, before he sinks every inch of his hard and leaking cock into your needy pussy. So easily. So smoothly. So eager and greedy.

“Fuck,” he growls, nipping your lips, blunt fingers digging into your thighs to keep them wide open for him. “You feel so good.”

So good. So perfect around his cock. He watches his cock slide out then back in, shivering at the feel of you, shuddering at your exhales, at how pleasure contorts your beautiful face.

“Quinn,” you say his name like it’s a prayer. “Breed me.”

He nearly comes from that. You’re such a minx. He leans back, fucking harder into you, bottoming out and hitting the spot that has you singing your screams, that has your eyes rolling up as your pussy convulses with tiny orgasms. Christ. He might not last long.

He just wants to fill you up, plug you with his cock so nothing spills. He needs to do that. If he doesn’t, you can’t get pregnant. You can’t have the child you want. The child he needs to take care of, to spoil, to love.

He wraps a hand around your neck. Of all the necklaces he bought for you, it’s his favorite and nothing else, but the sight of the little heart pendant resting on your collar bone, just beneath his wrist, has him snapping his hips harder, rolling to heighten his and your pleasure. Fuck, so good.

“Harder, hubby,” you taunt as tears run down your cheeks. “Please, just a bit upward.”

He follows your plea, hitting the spot you wanted him to reach, getting the immediate reward of you arching your back, pussy clamping down around him as you come. Your cum dribble out with your arousal. The squelching noises and skin slapping are so alluring. Quinn needs more.

Quinn rides your orgasm, prolonging it until you are whimpering and gasping, “I’m coming. Quinn.”

He tightens his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse quicken, pussy tightening. You can only hold his arm, hips raising to meet every thrust that makes your tits bounce. Your eyes roll as you come once again as he controls your air. What a sight.

He finally lets go of your neck, running his hand down your chest, teasing your taut nipples, making you whine, your tummy, until he reaches below your navel. He pushes down, then you scream and come around him again.

Look at you surrendering to him.

“That’s three,” he groans out, slowing down his pace. He rises, resting on knee on the edge of the couch, so he can fuck into you deeper. He hooks your quivering leg over his forearm, watching you bite your lips. “Got more for me, my Love?”

“Please,” you breathe. “Fill me with your cum, Q. Please. I need it.”

That’s his fuel. Your words. Your breaths. Your moans, mewls, whimpers, whispers of calling him your hubby. You, whining for more, more, and more, as he ruts and rolls his hips into your sopping wet pussy. The slight drool on the corner of your lips which he couldn’t fight the urge to lick. Your taste, your feel, your touch, all so divine.

He can’t get enough of you.

Soon, he’ll have little you’s whom he’ll love, whom he’ll play his games for, whom he’ll work hard for, whom he’ll be proud of. He’s already doing these things for you, but that promise will ignite—has ignited—another flame in him.

He’ll have pieces of you and him in his arms.

He can’t wait.

He can’t.

He needs to make it happen.

He must.

He captures your lips, your tongue meeting his instantly. Fuck. He can feel your desperation. You need it too.

Quinn slows, drawing every thrust deeper, losing himself in you until he comes so hard that his sight blurs, so hard that he almost crushes you to the couch, so hard that he whimpers your name because you also come. Every spurt of his cum, a silent prayer, a plea for it to take.

But even if it doesn’t, Quinn has the whole day to plug you up with his cock, to fuck you again with your hips raise to lessen the cum that spill which is fucking inevitable. So, he’s there to give you more.

He has to make sure that you’re full of him. Full of his seed on this dangerous day. So dangerous. A perfect time to breed you, isn’t it?

God, he can’t wait until he’s fucking you with your belly is round with his baby.

[mellosdrawings]

Love your wingau out of curiosity if Leona and vil was in this au what kind of wings would they have?

Vil is the Black Swan to Neige's White Swan. I know I could've gone for peacock since Pomefiore has a lot of peacock details, but I thought the Black/White Swan story was better. (Though the Black Swan would've fit Neige best for the intuitive facet of it while the White Swan would've fit Vil better for the hard working version of it, buuuuut... anyway.)

Leona is an Andean Condor. They are birds of prey with one of the biggest wingspan on earth (even bigger than Jamil's white tailed eagle by a whole meter)

[fox-guardian]

If you're still taking drawing requests... I miss your Teacher!Jon au 👀

Also I love all your art! You're design for Sam was the first one I saw and he lives in my head forever now

*jon voice* is this how i finally break my connection to the beholding

[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives as a teacher with a paper airplane stabbing him in the eye. He is very startled. A student offscreen yells "Oh fuck, sorry Mr. Sims!!" end ID]

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(also thankies uwu)

[elvenbeard]

Blaze of glory or quiet life? Why not a little bit of both?

#otp: to bad decisions | 2025 Commissions | Ko-Fi

[craykaycee]

Sun in dress when bestie 😔

Sun dress here, jestie :]

[toyhamu]

Hello !

First of all : I love your art ! It's so colorful and bubbly.

Since you seem to like old web stuff, I was wondering if you had a personal website, a NeoCities page or perhaps a SpaceHey account ?

tysm! yes, i do have my own personal website! ^^ i am on neocities too but i recently moved to nekoweb as my main domain since it is easier for me to code there!

feel free to visit and take a look around! :D

[a2zillustration]

Gale and I had the exact same reaction when we opened that door.

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[arminthada]

Pond Ponlawit's Interview for iQIYI Exclusive Reset Special Clip 1 - English Translation

(Chinese, Spanish, Korean, Vietnamese subs available on iQIYI) note: this clip isn't the full interview, just a highlight, you can watch the full interview on iQIYI, translation may contain minor inaccuracies.

On the challenges of playing Armin

This is the most complex character I have ever played. From the first time reading the novel, to reading the script, and up to the filming day, I always had to understand the character together with the director and my colleagues. The character and storyline in the story can be interpreted from many perspectives, to the point that many times I had to improvise right on set, so it was very new. Armin is a character that made me think day and night, whether it's before going to sleep or waking up, I'm always trying to think about how in each stages, how his life perspectives change more or less differently.

Do you feel pressured when playing Armin?

From an actor's perspective, [Producer] P'Nong wanted me to play this character as freely as possible. I feel that is what makes every actor dare to pull the character out in their own way as much as possible. Everyone can fully immerse themselves in the moment, to the point of not feeling the pressure as if it exists but also doesn't exist at all.

On the portrayal of love from the perspective of a 40 y/o being 20 y/o again

A part of me believes that no matter how mature you become, or how old you are, I think the passion inside all of us will always be there. Perhaps life experiences will be more mature, more than before. Perhaps many perspectives will change. Whether its on love or the relationship that arises during that time. But I still feel deep down inside, there is still pure love hidden beneath the shell of past experiences. So it's like a journey to delve/excavate that [love] within Armin. From a previous life, he went through many events that made him feel disappointed in love, in relationships, with his life. But when he meets the right person, those feelings will be reignited.

On Reset being the first collaboration with Peterpan

As for Peterpan, I have known him since I first newly entered the industry. We used to take acting classes together. He is a person who has been with me for a very long time. And this is also the first time that we have had the opportunity to truly collaborate together in a series. When I knew it was Pan, I felt 'Oh that's pretty good'. I kinda want to say I was very nervous, but that's actually not the case. It's more like two childhood friends who have known each other for a long time and frequently meet in daily life. So it's rather a strange moment, isn't it? Because normally, we meet as two actors in the industry. But when we really have to act together, it's also something new.

How did you feel when you first knew you had to act with Peterpan?

At first, I didn't feel nervous at all. But when we actually acted together, a nervousness arose that I didn't think would appear. In the very first scene we acted in together, I remember he was like someone I was very familiar with in life, but we've had never really collaborated together. Perhaps we had met before, but I just don't remember where, when, or at what time we met. Hmm, I feel that way. It made me feel that it was very special.

Talk about the love scenes in this series

Oh, if we talk about the love scene, I feel like I can talk about each scene individually. Because the love scene in this series originates from each stage of the characters' relationship and our real lives as well. That's right, we trust each other, so this scene must be filmed to convey the true feelings of the two characters. Sometimes for the very first love scenes like these, are scenes wherre we had to be very close already. Deep inside, we were just two kids trying to convey everything we felt inside outwards. Very shy. The first scene, [we were] very shy, but once we started to know each other more, each scene became more harmonious. And gradually revealed our deepest emotions outwards as much as possible. Because if you ask me, from someone who is in every scene I act, I see many changes that sometimes I don't even know when the relationship developed. By the time I realized it, a very deep relationship had already formed, a love that the two people don't know how to express with actions. Or many actions displayed by these two characters are just external/surface-level. But the gazes that these two characters have for each other is much deeper than giving a bouquet of flowers or buying gifts for each other. So I feel this is a very deep relationship, to the point that sometimes I'm even jealous how can in one real life, meet a love that makes you feel like you're separated from the whole world, with only two people left in this world, which I think is an incredibly lovely relationship.

On playing many love scenes with Peterpan

I think it's his big concern. We were close friends from the beginning. While working, [Pan] treated me like he would treat Armin. During filming, I would play tricks like this and that, and he's that type that would always be considerate. Like love scenes and such that we had to film for hours, he would always take care of me, "Are you okay?", "Uh, if something's not okay, just say so." He respects me a lot, doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable anywhere, or at any time he feels he can follow Armin's rhythm, he will tell me to be free. That is the kind of mutual trust that allowed the two of us to adjust and match each other perfectly in those scenes.

Any messages you want to send a message to this partner

Thank you very much, Peterpan, for being a really great partner, always taking care of me, always being considerate. Uh, always considerate, always considerate. That's right. But Peterpan is also a very cute person.

On the future relationship with this acting partner

It's a relationship of two people who want to see the results of what we've created, the filming process is complete. I guess we will want to see how what we filmed will be presented, how the viewers will feel. So that will be a feeling of gratitude. I want to say, let's wait and watch together. Finally, I want to recommend Reset: The Star's Rebirth, the UNCUT version on IQIYI, to everyone.

[daddy-long-legssss]

hii hello! i hope you’re having a wonderful day ☀️for the ask game: top five favourite alex outfits 👀

hello lulu! 🌸 omgggg, i've been WAITING for this question so thank you for asking it 🫶🏽 this is impossibly hard cause i love so many of his outfits. it truly fills me with insanity that he can make a leather jacket, t-shirt and jeans or trousers look impeccably stylish and effortlessly cool because everything fits him so well.

t in the park 2016: he was looking like the sexiest little minx ALIVE. the high-waisted pleated, perfectly tailored trousers that highlight his lil waist. half the buttons left undone on the shirt and the bandana loosely around the neck. absolute madness. i especially love how the cut of the jacket cinches in near the waist and flairs out slightly.

2. spain 2011: this outfit and this era forever 🫡 i'm sorry (i'm not!!!!). my shaggy haired beloved is looking effortlessly cool and like the epitome of rock 'n roll in his shades and motorcycle boots and cut up t-shirt. i need those sunglasses SO BAD. (he also looks impossibly soft here too. there is such a laid-back vibe and earnestness and warmth about him in these photos. i have such a soft spot for this era).

3. zurich openair 2022: listen. it's fun to rag on him for wearing that damn suit the entire tour, but i loved so many of his outfits during the first leg of the tour in 2022. i have a particular weakness for this look. the brown leather jacket just suits him SO well - it's softer and little more evolved than the classic black leather jacket from the 'am' era. i loved his hair during the beginning of the tour too and when he'd wear the ray-bans. i can't say it enough but: effortlessly cool.

4. øyafestivalen 2016: i mean this outfit with the Pants™ is fucking iconic. he was feeling himself. i really wish i could have been a fly on the wall the first time he put on those pants and thought 'damn. my arse looks great'. i also love the styling with the denim shirt and the bandana around his neck (and his goofy ass john lennon sunglasses).

5. 'is this what you wanted' mv outfit 2016: this outfit (and video) truly haunts my dreams (in the best possible way). the matador-style pants and the vest with his titties out and the scarf around the NECK! utter, utter madness. i wish there were some behind the scenes photos from this video so we could see the details of the outfit (i'm 99.9% sure the vest is velvet but it's hard to tell). he truly presented himself on a platter.

honourable mentions from 'sias' era:

honourable mentions from 'am' era:

honourable mention from 'eycte' era:

honourable mentions from 'tbhc' era:

honourable mentions from 'the car' era:

[fujiblackthorne]

PART III: THE PEACEKEEPER ; a summary 🪖

[fizzzyz]

I beg thee

can we have Thatcher not being depressed for once

like give him some mental stability

or a fucking hug

Make Adam give him a hug

I don’t think he knows how to hug

[homelanderbutbig]

Imagine that one scene from SpongeBob where SpongeBob crashes out because Mr. Krabs keeps sending him to buy gifts for Mrs. Puff, except SpongeBob is Ashley and Homelander is Mr. Krabs and Y/N is Mrs. Puff;

Homelander: Ashley, I need you to get Y/N-

Ashley: WAIT! DOOOON'T TELL ME! You want me to run back down to the store, and buy Y/N something they don't need, and then you want me RUN back here, so you can say- [she holds two red m&ms over her eyes to mock his lazer vision] "GRRRR, ASHLEY! YOU'RE SPENDING ALL MY MONEY!" And then I'LL say, "But Homelander sir, I'm only doing what you SAID!" And then you'll say "we're not THIS, or THIIIIIS, we're talking about THIIIIIIIIIIIISSSS!"

Y/N, suffocating in a pile of plushies and flowers and other romantic gifts: Are we... going to the park, soon?

[sylkiekhallows]

Anyone else notice the parallels between Stormy Weather and Climatiqueen- first episode of the old arc vs first episode of the new arc <3