#I completely forgot art challenges exist

[sincerely-sofie]

Wouldn't it be cool if mermaids had mobile gardens planted on the backs of decorator crabs, and they'd just have these little critters wander around their homes and brighten up the scenery as they went? No? Just me thinking that 24/7? Okay.

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[debellatis]

save me dog hob... dog hob... dog hob, save me......

Makes pair with my cat dream

[seneon]

all mine ──── reo mikage x gn! reader.

about. two souls who are oblivious to each other's feelings. | ib all mine, plaza. fluffy but not rly fluff..? wc of 690+

notes. whenever i listen to that song, it reminds me of reo idk why. AND Y'ALL THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT BLUE LOCK HUH SHAME ON U

popular mikage reo is loved amongst students, perhaps even hated. who knows. but there were only two sides, love and hate. all the girls in school wanted mikage reo and all the boys wanted to be like mikage reo. to put simply, he is the dream of everyone.

he gets everything he wants. money, success, fame, women, nagi seishirou. whatever that he desires, he gets.

so what happens when he doesn't get what he wants?

more like, what would happen if a student that wants him, ends up not wanting him anymore…?

reo mikage is oblivious to the times where you tried so hard to talk to him or be in his presence. to even get his attention through a crowd of dedicated fangirls and haterboys is just so hard. so not even one week of attempting to express your feelings, you have completely cut them off like cutting a mere thread.

sometime after you left, reo mikage started to notice you. how ironic is that? the popular mikage reo finally notices you, quite a popular student too. you were popular for your performing arts talent, often seen performing for school events or even outside of school.

the mikage attempted a chase and attract challenge for quite some time. but there was not even once where you would look his way and smile or blush or anything. now he felt like his desires weren't going to be fulfilled. he should've paid you more mind when you used to like him.

“yo mikage! you ever get the news on why l/n doesn't fawn over you like everyone else?”

he does. in fact, he wonders about it all the damn time. it was shocking that there are actually people who don't pay any mind to the mikage.

“they said l/n used to like you but gave up because you're wayyy too popular, man. they don't want you anymore.”

oh. talented y/n used to like reo mikage. that's a little disappointing. maybe a bit more disappointing. okay reo is lying to himself. he is extremely disappointed. he is disappointed at himself for how he never paid you any attention when you used to like him. if only he wasn't so oblivious then only would he make things work.

he could have you all for himself this entire time. he could have told people that talented y/n is all his. he would say “y/n is all mine” proudly.

is there a second chance for him in your heart? he is eager to know. so reo mikage is going to try to get your attention now. will he succeed or not? oh reo mikage prays. if not, he will do even the most ridiculous of stunts to get you to look at him just once. at least once.

truth is, he didn't even have to try. he was always in your heart. you'll only look his way whenever he isn't looking so you'd admire him from afar. how pathetic talented y/n is, to think that you have no chance with ace student reo mikage.

will this complex love story ever be solved?

yeah.

“will you ever look my way, y/n?! i've been trying so hard to talk to you. why won't you notice my feelings for you?!” reo mikage loses his patience and snaps at you.

in class, right where you sat completing your music sheet. and the mikage who snapped all of a sudden in the middle of a free period where the entire class paused at the outburst.

“i like you y/n, please just acknowledge my existence!”

oh dear. someone's angry.

“not like i don't acknowledge your existence. you're very much known to me. but the feelings part is not what i expected,” you said, looking at your music sheet and at reo. “i like you too.”

and that was all it took for two oblivious souls to acknowledge their feelings for each other. it isn't that hard to just... go up and talk. another day, and reo mikage gets to finally call the school's most talented performer “all mine.”

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[poorlittleyaoyao]

fandom confession, knowing that, according to mxtx, the mdzs world (apparently???) has an emperor and a system of government outside the jianghu completely screws up my ability to make sense of the narrative and many of the characters' decisions!! of all the word of god details to drop on us, that is the one that most cheeses me off.

Oh my god, I disdain this piece of extratextual worldbuilding SO MUCH that I forgot it existed until this moment. It’s so dumb! If the jianghu is its own thing, wholly independent of an actual government that actually exists, why is the emperor allowing them to operate in this way? Word of Honor has an imperial court distinct from the jianghu, but they aren’t fully separated. The nobility are very invested in what’s unfolding in the martial arts world and actively seeking to use it for their political ends—and vice versa, with leaders in the jianghu hoping to gain political power! It can be done! But MDZS ain’t

An emperor might allow his feudal lords to fight amongst themselves to prevent them from gaining enough power to challenge his authority, sure, but that is pointedly NOT what’s happening here! Wen Ruohan makes himself IMMORTAL and his sect is powerful enough to conquer everyone else, which seems like it would set off alarm bells for a hypothetical emperor! The Sunshot coalition formed in opposition to Wen Ruohan would ALSO alarm this emperor! (And why doesn’t either the Sunshot coalition or the Wen Clan appeal to this emperor for assistance, huh?) And! When it’s all done! This emperor’s gonna just let the guy who killed thousands and control the dead on an unprecedented scale just… sit there farming on his death mountain? The emperor’s not gonna help to extinguish this perceived threat or win this threat to his side to keep the other lords in check? What a garbage ruler!

And history has had PLENTY of garbage rulers, but garbage rulers tend to have people gunning for their thrones or trying to overthrow them wholesale! If someone this weak was on the throne, you’re telling me Wen Ruohan wouldn’t try to take it from him? Or Jin Guangshan? Or even Jin Guangyao, whose entire career makes no sense anymore because if there’s an emperor, there’s a court, and if there’s a court, there’s a civil service with an exam that a smart kid with an education and eidetic memory could pass handily, and YET Meng Yao decided to go to his absent father straight from Yunping and from there be a gofer for the Nie clan instead of becoming a courtier? SURE, JAN.

[promptcorner]

I need to talk about this cat:

Here’s why:

It’s a dumb reason, but it’s still a reason. So, don’t attack anyone or assume anything. This is just a rant.

Way back in 2015, my dad was writing a new song for this challenge he set for himself. I don’t remember the specifics, but he was surfing the web and found the Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty Meme. However, at the time, it wasn’t called Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty. It was mostly called Butterfly Rainbow Unicorn Cat.

I think most people know the image I’m referring to. I can’t find the original post.

The name was mostly undecided, so Dad went with Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty because it rolled off the tongue.

He made a song that revolved around the meme and commissioned me to make an album cover. You all probably know where this is going.

I was, I think twelve when I made the cover. I was new to drawing digitally and was trying some things out.

If anyone is curious or wants to listen to my dad’s song, here’s the link:

The song discusses international issues, internet stuff, and life’s hardship but shifts focus to the Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty. Because, “Nothing could be wrong cus it looks so pretty!”✨🦋🎶

But yeah, I drew that cover. The name Bellapink5 was an old internet name I used before changing it to Bellapinkpen.

Anyways, cut to high school a few years later in 2019 and my dad tells me that some of his students at school (he’s a music teacher) told him that someone at Nick copied this song’s album cover.

Of course he goes, “What the H?” And looks it up. Low and behold he finds RBUK and tells me about it at dinner that night. We both thought, “What the H?” Because Felicity looks almost identical to the original meme and my drawing, the theme song is super close to Dad’s song too. It’s not by much, but it’s hard to deny someone at Nick didn’t see or hear any of these things and mishmashd them together. Because that original photoshopped cat, album art, and Dad’s song were the only threads that stuck out the most when searching Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty.

It’s actually very obvious when looking at these pictures close together. When you search Rainbow Butterfly Unicorn Kitty, this is what you get:

I told a few friends and my grandparents about this, because I was a bit upset that a big company decided to use something that the internet made, something that I was involved in, but didn’t do anything with it!

I completely forgot about it after ranting for a bit. The show got cancelled and things moved on. But the memory came back and I decided to look some episodes up, to see if they really copied the album.

I watched Alpha Jay’s video essay on the matter, saying it kinda copied Unikitty. I do think Unikitty had a part to play. Because it’s existence definitely was a push for the show to be made in the first place. But I don’t think the art came from that show.

Then I stumbled onto Vailsklbum’s video and he literally shows Dad’s album in his video as a possible source of inspiration for this show along with the meme. My mouth literally dropped.

I know this show is like, four years old. But I need to rant again.

I’ll break down what both Jay’s video and Vail’s video pointed out that everyone in my family and friends noticed when looking at Felicity’s design…

I’ll do so in a reblog.

[hapigairu]

Lysithea's parents watching her enable Ionius 2.0 in GW: >:c

:)))

Seriously though, there is so much wrong with this subplot.

First of all, the reasons as to why all of this happens. Claude decides to change Leicester's political system and becomes its first king, meaning that the spirit in which the Alliance was founded has been destroyed. Personally, I could have accepted a slight change that could give the leader of the Alliance full executive powers in wartime in their Constitution (or whatever legal text they have) or just as a new law. You could even have something like this (it's just a quick idea, and I'm no jurist so of course it's not well-written at all): "Art. 1: The leader of the Leicester Alliance shall be provided with all executive powers during wartime so as to not delay any strategic decisions. Art. 2: Upon the return of peaceful times, provided that the Leicester Alliance is victorious, our leader shall be subjected to a vote of approval in which all noble Houses but that of our leader shall participate. Art. 3: Should a majority of noble Houses vote in disfavour of our leader, they shall cede their position to the noble House that shall be appointed by a vote thereafter." Because, yeah, I get that having to debate with the roundtable during a war is far from ideal, but going "that's a nice system you have there... would be a shame if someone changed it completely and gave minor lords even less of a say"... is not okay.

Add to that the fact that these three minor Houses are dealt with in side-maps and never talked about ever again by Claude and his circus because invading the Kingdom from the East on behalf of Edelbulldozer is sooo much more important and interesting /s. We don't even know what happens to them exactly IIRC? Did they "just" take a beating but keep their territories? Were their territories given to another House? Who knows... The only thing that sets Claude above Ionius is that he didn't send Agarthans to these Houses, but... 1) of course, he couldn't because he doesn't know of their existence and 2) that's such a low bar it's basically buried in the ground. And yes, I find it really hard to believe Lysithea's parents would be a-okay with Claude's actions and her own leniency about all this. But they don't have names let alone sprites so who cares. Also, I could understand Lysithea not having too much of an impact in Houses, because of the permadeath option. But in Hopes? Sure, you have permadeath as well, but it works quite differently, right? If, say, Felix dies during a mission, it's game over instead of him disappearing forever, yeah? Why couldn't they do that with Lysithea and have her actively challenge Claude because of what happened to her? Oh, wait. I forgot Hopes was averse to criticising Claude or Edelgard and that GW's appeal was cute girls. My bad.

[surejudith]

( JAMIE LEE CURTIS, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that JUDITH MILLER is a sixty-three year old “RETIRED” ACTRESS that’s been in Chicago for TWENTY YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL THREE with the power of ILLUSION MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re GREGARIOUS and HEDONISTIC. If you ask me, they remind me of watching old vhs tapes on loop, a new ninety-day chip, a name removed from a legacy. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: judith miller (i forgot the middle-name i gave her so this will be updated...)

date of birth: november 22, 1958

zodiac big three: sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, libra rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

ethnicity: white, half- ashkenazi jewish

nationality: american

languages spoken: english

enneagram: 7w8

mbti: esfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

alignment: true neutral

ability: illusion manipulation

affiliation: n/a

alias: n/a

BACKSTORY:

triggers: verbal abuse, drug addiction/alcoholism, neglect

judith’s family was cursed from the start. when your depressed mother and father marry out of obligation? hm... 

her father was constantly compared to her mother’s brother -- a man who had been worth his salt. a man who had died fighting in wwii. and these constant comparisons, constant critiques while he tried to write the next great american novel (and failed desperately), caused him to join the vietnam war... just to get dishonorably discharged.

through it all, judith was reminded of why they were like this in the first place: because she existed. she had to be worth it. she would have to do something great, or what was it all for? this cursed life that her parents had subjected themselves to...

this was drilled perfectly into her. throughout her teen years, she tried to get roles over and over, landing a few commercials... until she finally got her big break in a 1970s horror flick.

but, as she was just beginning to take off (still criticized by her mother, however -- it wasn’t high art, now was it?), she found a hookup had led to a positive pregnancy test. she and her agent strategized on what the best move was... thus, judith fell out of the limelight for eight months and gave birth to a premature child. but she couldn’t take care of them... their father, who had adamantly wished for this birth, was given full custody. and judith wrote every now and again.

it must have been late onset, her ability. it wasn’t until after she gave birth to her first child that something caused magazines and papers to begin prints about her non-existent upcoming movie. rumors, right? -- no, it was genuine belief. without saying a word, she had managed to make the public think she was active during her disappearing act.

this made her first interview in nine months a bit awkward, pretending she had met the interviewer before and saying that this non-existent film had simply gotten scrapped... but, whatever this was, it worked to her advantage.

think of it like the mandela effect! only judith knows what actually happened.

soon after, she fell into the hollywood lifestyle. sex, drugs, rock ’n’ roll, alcohol... trying to ignore these abnormalities that were appearing in her day-to-day life.

however, she learned how to utilize the visual aspect to her advantage. a few horror flicks later, she used this to make it appear as though she had won oscars when her mother next visited. in reality? you couldn’t pick them up. you couldn’t watch the oscars and see her accept the speech. but were they there? oh, it sure seemed that way... not that it impressed her much.

when she fell pregnant again, she considered making use of this abnormality thing again... but what if she could be better to her child than her mother had been to her? a challenge, one she accepted. after some grueling weeks, she completely detoxed and carried the baby to term. a beautiful baby girl.

for the first five years of her daughter’s life, she was perfectly present. she was clean, she was there... but she finally understood that there was an inexplicable disconnect. it could no longer just be postpartum depression. 

she fell back into her old ways, though she would enter spells of sobriety to try to connect with her daughter again. never would she tell the little girl that she had to make something of herself, lest she become like judith, but the curse was placed on her the second she was born. had there ever been a happy miller woman?

in her late thirties, she was cast in a show similar to full house, changing her image to horror icon and family friendly. however, at forty, she appeared drunk on set... which wasn’t the problem. the problem was that it had caused her to lose her inhibitions enough to slip up and reveal that she was a mutant. she turned into something... impossible. two-dimensional and a biological abnormality, something that should not be able to live -- and she didn’t even notice until the screams and pictures!

it was this that caused her to become blacklisted from hollywood. her movies were largely pulled from the shelves, her shows scrubbed her face out. she was just a ghost. 

nonetheless, she still legally had royalties to live off of, not to mention the savings. and it all hit the ‘i can survive’ when her mother died and she received her inheritance. she offered a eulogy -- an awful one, one that was more like a stand-up comedy routine than heartfelt -- then fucking folded. 

she moved around small towns, places with folks who didn’t know her name. but, three years later, she found herself in chicago with an idea from her ex-agent as mutants were beginning to become a bit more normalized: meet a memoirist, clear her name.

she moved to chicago to do just that and wound up staying, living off split royalties from said memoir.

notice that i never mentioned her children again !

TIMELINE:

BORN -- san diego, ca. her parents’ honeymoon phase turned into an unhappy marriage the second judith was born. 

GENERAL CHILDHOOD -- her father would lock himself in his study to ‘work.’ her mother would emphasize that she needs to be worth it all.  her father enlisted in the vietnam war after one too many comparisons to her mother’s brother who fought and died for their country in wwii. alas, he was dishonorably discharged. he further spiraled. things just generally got worse.

GENERAL TEENAGE YEARS -- she began taking her mother’s words to heart. from commercials to bit roles to big roles, she auditioned for everything she could. she landed multiple commercial roles.

AGE 23 -- she lands her breakout role in a horror flick. praised for her performance, she goes on to make two other horror movies within the next two years.

AGE 25 -- she learns she’s pregnant after a brief hookup. the father is, unfortunately, brought in on this. she and her agent strategize the best means, and the father is adamant about her keeping the baby. so she falls off the grid for nine months. as she’s at the beginning of her career, she gives the child to the father to take care of. she writes to them. during this time, newspapers and magazines have been raving about her upcoming movie... which doesn’t exist. she believed they were simply spreading rumors at first, but... no, they really thought she was doing something. interviews proved difficult as she had to pretend she knew the interviewer and claimed the movie had been scrapped.

GENERAL YOUNG ADULTHOOD -- things keep changing in her day-to-day life, however minuscule, and she turns to all the great hollywood vices to cope. she gets more jobs, primarily in horror films, and continues this lifestyle. she learns how to manipulate visuals. she uses this to her advantage when her mother pays her visits and the rooms suddenly look like there are far more awards than there really are. but it’s all just an illusion... and it doesn’t matter, anyhow. it isn’t high art.

AGE 30 -- she finds out that she is, once again, pregnant from a one-night-stand. this time, she’s determined to prove that she can break the cycle of miserable miller mothers. she sobers up. she’s well and present for the first five years of her daughter’s life, but feels a horrible disconnect. will this be how all miller women are?

GENERAL MID-THIRTIES -- cycles through hollywood parties and sobriety, trying to see if she can become closer to her daughter. she loves her... but she just... isn’t connected. which makes her spiral again. so on and so forth.

AGE 40 -- she is, ironically, cast in a family sitcom. she’s gotta show she has the range! however, she completely ruins her own life by showing up drunk one day... not because she’s drunk, but because her inhibitions were down and she became a walking illusion. she is all but blacklisted. her movies are taken off shelves. she’s scrubbed from shows. her mother dies. she gives a stand-up comedy eulogy, then takes her leave from hollywood.

AGES 40 - 42 -- if hollywood doesn’t want her, she doesn’t want them. she wanders around to towns where no one would know her name until she got a call from her ex-agent with a very agent idea: a memoirist in chicago can clear her name as mutants are slowly becoming more accepted.

AGE 43 -- she moves to chicago and works with the memoirist over a period of a few years, waiting for the right moment to release the book. she reconnects with her daughter who, in her blind ire, she had left with the nannies... who had always been more of a mother to the girl than judith.

AGE 63 -- she’s living off royalties from her movies, shows, book, and the inheritance from her mother. she has cut off all other ties to hollywood, ashamed of who she was then. yet, living a normal life is still out of the question.

HEADCANONS:

her daughter’s godfather is danny devito.

she remains in contact with her memoirist, taking them as the first person who saw all sides of her and stayed.

her career is basically a mix of horror flicks and full house -esque shows... versatile! 

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

her daughter ! the only reason her gender was specified was because of the whole ‘exploring the faults of a mother/daughter relationship built on trauma’ which is... a long way to say whatever i’m thinking of but i’m so tired i can’t think of the phrase! anyway, a lot about her is in the intro. her fc would have to be at least 1/4 ashkenazi jewish, age range 30-35 (judith’s timeline marks her as 33, but that’s loose!)

her eldest child ! the one she largely abandoned and only kept in contact with via letters. probably very cold on their side. age range 37-42 (again with the loose timeline thing), at least 1/4 ashkenazi jewish. 

her memoirist ! honestly? think of a less toxic bojack/diane.

fans ! i mean... ya.

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@forwardintros​

[somegirlsnerdywords2]

Anime i've Watched

Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season:

Synopsis: The year is 2006, and the halls of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School echo with the endless bickering and intense debate between two inseparable best friends. Exuding unshakeable confidence, Satoru Gojou and Suguru Getou believe there is no challenge too great for young and powerful Special Grade sorcerers such as themselves. They are tasked with safely delivering a sensible girl named Riko Amanai to the entity whose existence is the very essence of the jujutsu world. However, the mission plunges them into an exhausting swirl of moral conflict that threatens to destroy the already feeble amity between sorcerers and ordinary humans.

Twelve years later, students and sorcerers are the frontline defense against the rising number of high-level curses born from humans' negative emotions. As the entities grow in power, their self-awareness and ambition increase too. The curses unite for the common goal of eradicating humans and creating a world of only cursed energy users, led by a dangerous, ancient cursed spirit. To dispose of their greatest obstacle—the strongest sorcerer, Gojou—they orchestrate an attack at Shibuya Station on Halloween. Dividing into teams, the sorcerers enter the fight prepared to risk everything to protect the innocent and their own kind.

[Written by MAL Rewrite]

Status: Completed

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2023 with a total of 23 episodes.

This season was an extremely enjoyable viewing experience. They made some very interesting art/animation choices throughout, especially during the fight scenes which were a delight to experience.

I enjoyed both arcs this season and eagerly went back to watch the movie after finishing the first... bit of a crush on Geto there, forgot how unhinged he really became... oops. Still pretty though!

There was really only one thing that bothered me about this season, character development. The deaths in this season just didn't really move me which was a bit disappointing. I've read both Jujutsu Kaisen and Tokyo Revengers (which I finished the anime earlier this week) so I know everything that happens and every character that dies and how, yet Tokyo Revengers had me sniffling while Jujutsu Kaisen just made me frown a bit. The characters that died this season were some of my favourites so I really should have been moved. The stories were there but it just seemed to be lacking heart. I just didn't seem to really care.

Overall this season was a visual treat. The story is interesting and I look forward to watching more I just wish that the deaths and characters themselves had a bit more impact outside of how badass they are in a fight. I want to finish an episode where someone dies a sobbing mess but eager to watch more. I was always eager to watch more but I wasn't very emotionally moved or involved in the characters.

I highly recommend it to fans of the anime or manga. Also to anyone who loves one hell of a good action series. As much as I complain about the characters and heart this was still one of my favourite animes I watched this season. An extremely enjoyable viewing experience from beginning to end.

[babyheroeclipseweasel]

I'm Standing.

De pronto comenzaba a crecer en él un sentimiento desconocido. Algo antes expresado en su ser. No desde que podía recordar. No desde la memoria. No desde el presente.

Las rayas eran verticales luego se vencieron y se colocaron horizontales. Los ojos secos de añoro. Las batas vacías. Los bares, las cantinas, los agujeros de pared, El Aka Tiki de Acapulco, el mercado, Caleta y Caletilla, ensalada en Ensenada

Mariscos,

Camarones, en camionetas-cocina

Con col y

Mayonesa.

La Rumorosa

El Pacífico.

Sububumisos, bajabamont

Estas curvas y eses s ss sss sessessss

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\!¿/

Don’t make much sense

And the numerations. . . … . .-- . . - . -- .-- …. ------ ….. --- …. -…. - . - .

Is worse.

Is the speed the same as it was before I completely forgot what I was really going to start to say and ended up entreteining you and myself all that shit of words, and consonants and things. What you say I do the talking tonight, you might be the only narc around here.

//Ok. I’ll do it. Back at rat ta tat rat ta tat 16 hours. I will need three of those and a pair of landing legs for multiple use, along with a shoulder bar, please.

///Por supuesto. Por su pollo.

W-7///¿Tu no eres de aquí, verdad.

¢∞//Habito los bosques Pirineos. Tengo cuatro snorkels y un señor botija. Pena ajena que se me ocurrió un día. Lo compartí. Lo usamos.

((((¿Nuestras viejas eran nuestros pollos!))))

Como mi abuelo o las McChicken, McPollos, McO'Daniels blah, blah, blah.

Suicide Prevention

The Bees. Bee All you can be. Be a Bee.

Help the Blind

Climate Change activism.

Cannabis activist.

Batman at all times, as needed. Ciudad Mótica.

W-7

W-4

Ando Luchando - (How activism and art can co-exist as main directives at small and greater challenge. Arte de vida. Me llamo Arte.)

LSR

One

The Publisher.

Luis Sánchez Ramírez. 2023.

[jesterofinaba]

Sending Maruki and Adachi fusion thoughts into your head…..

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

I forgot about this ask until thoughts for Maruki and Adachi fusion hit me like a brick again. Art and basic ideas for their fusion under the cut.

Both Maruki and Adachi can be pretty unassuming when they want to be, and I imagine their fusion - at least in the real world - looks pretty much like a normal guy, partially because of that and partially because they're close and get along so well.

Because they have a healthy friendship, the fusion's actually surprisingly stable. Their personalities balance each other out: Maruki keeps the fusion from being too mean and Adachi keeps them from being a doormat. They're very nice and supportive, and smart and confident, and although they tend to ramble a lot about conflicting ideas, are generally pleasant and likeable. Here's their voice.

In the metaverse, they take on the costume above, complete with that stupid cape, but at least it's better than what Maruki wears in canon.

Oh, and they're just about the most powerful persona user to ever exist. Just look at the power Maruki and Adachi have separately, they have unlimited power at their fingertips when together.

Challenging them or their ideals while fused... if they don't like you, you'd kinda be snapped out of existence because Adachi takes away any of the fusion's self restraint. When challenged, however, they take it pretty well, and cheerfully wish you luck while commenting that you’re going to need it.

Their weapon is a rifle, used both in long range combat and to hit with in close range.

When left alone, their combined negative thoughts tend to be enough to split them up after a few hours or so. They're both pretty sad but will never admit it, so the fusion's like "guess I'll die lol" and splits from the tension.

[sunfish-studies]

Addition

✄・・・ Patterns [Haikyuu!! Military Police AU]

➜ Pairing: Oikawa x Reader | Iwaizumi x Reader | Kageyama x Reader | Hinata x Reader | Kuroo x Reader | Bokuto x Reader | Akaashi x Reader | Sawamura x Reader

➜ Warning: violence (sparring and missions), possible mentions of blood and bleeding, guns, knives, possible descriptive/mentions of injuries

➜ Notes: this short series is inspired by Gusari’s HQ 3rd Fanbook | you can assume everyone’s aged up | the reader is a female and the same age as the third years of HQ | this will be mostly platonic (bcs I suck at writing romance)

[Art by Gusari]

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Being acknowledged as one of the best in your division is an honor and led you to take a higher step towards being number one. Maybe after seeing your ambition and skill despite your gender, Mr. Irihata and Mr. Nekomata decided to moved you to the special squad.

“Wow, a new recruit!?”

“A girl!?”

Your first impression would be ‘too much testosterone in one room’–exactly as you describe in the sentence, only male population occupied the space whereas you’re the only female there was. Mr. Irihata and Mr. Nekomata deemed it would be a great time to introduce you to the squad you’ll be working with so here you were, standing near the door and trying so hard not to squirm on your toes.

Instantly, pairs of eyes focused on your figure once you stepped in their line of sight–surely, your appearance is similar to a sore thumb.

“Today, she will be working with you as a part of the team,” Mr. Irihata announced, gesturing his hand to you. “Introduce yourself, soldier.”

Automatically, you took a step forward and saluted with neutral gaze. “Otohaku [Name] from Miyagi’s Female Division, pleased to meet you.”

That’s how your adventure started.

You’ve known Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Kageyama the longest. Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been your best friends ever since you three were still freshmen–often trained together, discussing about strategies, and many more other than just talking about work in general. You’re thankful for them because in your personal training, they didn’t pull their punches which resulting you have more strength than your peers.

Even after you’re being separated because of divisions, your friendship didn’t waver even for a bit.

When they found out, you’re joining the squad they were more delighted than any other. Oikawa cheered and immediately jumped onto you out of excitement, rubbing his cheek against yours as you patted his back. Iwaizumi threw an arm around you and grinned widely. It’s nice to finally work together with your boys. Most of the time, you spend your time with the two in the base or when you’re free.

Meanwhile, Kageyama is your junior. During his time as a freshman, you’re chosen to be his mentor and trying his best to guide him. He’s extremely talented, towering over his peers when it came to skill in sniping and gun wielding. However, he was second to none when socializing suddenly involved. You tried your best to help him getting used, coaxed him into simple conversations, inviting him to eat with you during lunch or dinner. Your kindness is like no other and that’s why Kageyama is attached to you.

After knowing you will be working together with him, happiness is an understatement. He congratulated you in a lot of stutters and stiffened once you pulled him into a hug. Although it’s only a few seconds before he completely melted into your warmth. Kageyama found himself constantly trailing over you and tried his best to be around you as often as possible–which you found cute.

Kuroo, Bokuto, and you were placed in the same team–the mobility team. The three of you have the highest score when it comes to movements, parkours, and close combat. Kuroo was a polite gentleman at first, but once you’re close with each other he turned into a menace–teasing you endlessly, poking your cheek just to annoy you, and many more.

Bokuto is a beaming ball of energy which seemed to never ran out. He was an outspoken person who doesn’t afraid to ask straightforwardly if something’s nagging his mind. You were the person he would go to if he wanted to hear praises because he knew you always give it to him. He didn’t hesitate to be touchy or clingy towards you–physical contact is something he loves and you always let him hug you whenever he wanted.

Being in the same team with the same field, you three practices together more often than any other. While Kuroo is an expert in hand-to-hand, Bokuto and you are intense in using your legs–especially you who learned gymnastics once, your flexibility is challenging for them because it makes your moves even more unpredictable.

Hinata is a ball of sunshine, bright and warm and always lightened up your day. He looked up to you because he himself is rather amateur, but with his amazing stamina and reflexes he became the part of the team. He often seeks directions and advises from you and you didn’t mind teaching him or having extra practice with him. Who were you to deny his eagerness? When he did a good job, you never forgot to award him with head pats, something he enjoyed the most.

Akaashi is a rather quiet person, which makes him your safe place. He lets you pour out whatever seemed to frustrated you in a private conversation shared between just the two of you–in return, you did the same for him, listening to what’s nagging him. You two comfort each other. Akaashi sometimes helped you in practicing your sniping skills, he’s a great teacher and you found yourself improved tremendously from his help. When Akaashi needs a relieve, he will go to you, sitting beside you and just drops his head on your shoulder–you will stroke his hair and he will calm down from the simple gesture.

Sawamura is your hard-working-and-overly-stressed captain. Your existence is a blessing to him because in between the menaces of the team deprived of logic and normality, you’re a fresh air. You listen, pay attention, and obeying his orders–something he forgot how it supposed to feel. In return, he tried his best to assist you in anyway possible. Engaging a conversation with him is easy–he’s extremely wise for his age, whenever you need advices or encouragements, he’s the one you will go to.

Despite being the only female there is, the team never once disrespects you. They set you in high regards, acknowledging your skills, including you in discussions–gender is already passed their mind. They treated you equally, could be seen when they never pulled out their punches when it came to sparring with you–they went all out every single time, the same for you.

They didn’t see you as someone who needs to be placed in the back–you’re never given a minor role in missions, all of them were given to you because they knew you’re capable. Not once they thought you’re fragile or need protection, you could defend yourself well.

Still, they had unspoken boundaries–averting their gaze when practice shirt clung to your figure and literally shaped it (Kuroo pointed out that your chest is huge and he received a painful smack on the head by Iwaizumi along with withering glares from the rest), draping a jacket or clothing over you so you could cover up, never burst into your room without permission, requesting to build a separate room and laundry room just for you to respect your privacy, and many more.

(They consumed respect women juice 25/8)

Safe to say, you weren’t complaining about anything in this team and living you’re life the fullest as a part of it.

[sahmandbean]

Inherited Manor Challenge FAQ

Does How do I download and place the save file?

Follow the link in the original challenge post or in the menu. Once you have downloaded the save file, place it directly in your saves folder by following this file path: documents > electronic arts > Sims 4 > saves. Make sure it doesn’t match any of the other save files, and if it does, change one of the digits. Launch your game and you should see a new save file titled Inherited Manor Challenge.

Where do I start?

Wherever you want! The greenhouse is probably going to be the easiest choice, but the servant quarters would give the advantage of a whole liveable space relatively quickly.

How do I randomly remove a lot challenge?

When you complete a Room, you get to randomly remove a lot challenge. Go into Build mode and use the lot details panel in the top left hand corner of your screen to access the lot traits and challenges. Count how many lot challenges are left, and use a random number generator to see which one gets the boot. Simply disable the challenge and go back into live mode.

How do I restore burned furniture?

If you click on the furniture, you will have the option to replace it. You can also follow the Civil Designer career path from Eco Lifestyle and unlock and manufacture the Smog Vacuum, which has the power to restore burned objects.

My Sim cleans everything, not just the current room! What should I do?

Remember, the more time you spend cleaning other rooms, the less time you have to make money, which is very important for this challenge. I recommend turning off autonomy and keeping an eye on your Sim, and try to keep cleaning in the current room as much as possible to keep with the spirit of the challenge.

Bust the Dust is making my Sim sick and stressed! Can I turn it off?

I don’t have this kit, and kinda forgot about it, so you can disable the dust guilt-free! There will still be plenty of cleaning to do, and you can re-enable it once you have some Rooms cleaned up.

Does the Sim have to be brand new?

No, but the only way for the build to place properly is by using the save file. If you want to use a sim from one of your current saves, you will either have to upload them to your library and place them in the house, or turn off aging when you place the build from the gallery and use a throwaway sim to burn the lot in preparation.

How do I get in the house? It’s so expensive! And how do I then start with exactly 500 simoleons?

When you are moving in your sim, press ctrl+shift+c and enter freerealestate on in the cheats text box. Once you have moved in, type testingcheats on and hit enter, then money 500 and enter. Use ctrl+shift+c again to close the cheats text box.

Is this the Heir to Ruins challenge?

Nope. I didn’t even know that existed until I posted this challenge on Reddit. It is similar, but I think it’s different enough to be a stand-alone, unique challenge.

How do I clean up the garden?

After your sim clears all the trash, the rest of the decorative objects can be removed in Build mode.

Can I sell collectibles I find on the property?

Yes! The only things off-limits when it comes to making money are 1) cheats and 2) selling items from the Rooms before the floor is complete.

Can I make one?

Absolutely. Once I get a better idea of how this and future similar challenges will fit together and run, I will make a list of criteria for anyone who wants to make an “official” build for the challenge. For now, just go crazy with fireworks and enjoy the process.

[defdaily]

GQ Korea Magazine June 2021 issue featuring JAY B: in transition

To prove himself, JAY B is constantly changing. Because he has so much to show.

Translated by defdaily

Your greeting from the video earlier was new. You said “This is GOT7’s JAY B and H1GHR MUSIC’s JAY B.” After GOT7 parted ways with JYP Entertainment, you told fans that you were a freelancer and I guess you’ve found your spot.

Yes. It has not been announced officially yet but I’m H1GHR MUSIC’s JAY B. I told fans I was a freelancer as a joke. I like communicating with fans as if we’re friends. But I was looking for a company at that time too.

How did you make your decision?

Of course I thought about it a lot. I talked with various companies, but when considering the freedom and synergy, I felt like H1GHR MUSIC fit me well. That seemed like the best decision.

What kind of synergy and effect are you looking forward to?

I don’t think “I’m definitely hip-hop!” just because I joined a hip-hop label. I think that through the label I can show R&B, dance and pop genres too. I want to attempt different things without any boundaries.

What did you talk about with H1GHR MUSIC’s CEO Jay Park?

From my point of view, it’s a new challenge so I was a little anxious. But Jay Bum hyung’s thoughts were similar to mine and said I could do music comfortably and didn’t wish for any certain colour, because if you keep focusing on one thing, you’ll slowly be locked in it, and said it’s good to try out different things. That’s what he told me.

Will this period of time divide JAY B of the past and future?

Of course it will. If previously it was a situation where I mainly received benefits from the company, now that I have the autonomy, I feel that I should do things myself and I grew a deeper sense of responsibility in that way. I think there’s a need to be more proactive. And I plan on prudently moving forward one step at a time with an appropriate amount of nervousness. Because this is the process of starting from the beginning, I am very careful about every decision.

What factors influenced your decision the most?

Feeling/intuition. I have a feeling of whether I think I should do something or not.

It feels like you have a pretty good sense of the direction you want to move forward in.

I asked Jay Bum hyung why he recruited me and he said that skills were of course a factor but that I seemed like I would work hard consistently. It’s a given to be working hard on your own things but the most important thing is consistency. I've been doing that for a long time, and I'll continue to do what I've been doing.

Do you have any values that you’ve held on for a long time?

I’ve always thought that it’s important to never forget the things that I’ve done and have been doing. I debuted as GOT7. I cannot just suddenly say “I’m not an idol,” and I do not want to disappoint the fans. I’m very thankful. While promoting as part of GOT7, I never forgot the fact that I started as a b-boy at first and that I’m a person who likes hip-hop.

People’s expectations are high because of GOT7’s achievements. On one hand, there must be people viewing you thinking ‘let's see how well it could go.’

I am mindful of that. But it’s just GOT7 JB that was that big, JAY B as an individual isn’t that great. To be honest, sometimes I think that I’m nothing. If you ask people my age which idols they know, even if many people know about GOT7, they might not know me very well. It’s important to be acknowledged for my music but I feel like I have to get my name out there first. There is someone called GOT7’s JAY B, H1GHR MUSIC’s JAY B. I feel like this is just the beginning for me.

It sounds like you are at a point where you feel the need to prove yourself. Do you not worry that fans might not be accepting if you do what you like and want to do?

Rather than being worried, I see it as something that could happen. For example, I could use profanity or harsh expressions if I feel that they’re needed for better musical completion. I can’t help it if some fans who used to like me as an idol hear that and turn their backs. I also don’t want to give up or lose my own standards because of such reactions.

I see you're very determined to make creations of your own. I heard that you're going to release a new song soon. How is it?

The title is Switch It Up. Should I say it’s close to Hip-Hop Dance? It’s a different style from what I have been making consistently under the name Def. You could say it is a little similar to the solo songs I’ve included in GOT7 albums before. I focused on the purpose of informing the public and the music scene that “I think I will do this sort of music in the future." I’m also sending a message to fans saying that I’ll be starting to promote actively again so look forward to it.

I'm curious. Is there any image that came to mind while working on it?

A sexy image. If I use Def. to freely express my personal stories in any genre, I made a distinction that JAY B does cool and sexy music. Regardless, they are both me, but JAY B is more like a fictional character who can show various sides of me.

What do you think are your strengths as an artist?

There is no such thing. I never thought that an artist should be a certain type of way. I think an artist is one who lives the same life as others, but feels differently, and knows how to express that well. As a matter of fact, anyone can do that. Even everyday office workers, when their stress piles and piles and they scribble down their emotions then toss the paper out, I think that can be a way of art too.

I like that. In any form, what do you want to talk about the most now?

That’s what I’m contemplating a lot right now. I think I’ve been pouring out too much. When writing songs, making the melody or arranging the music isn’t that hard but I don’t know what to write about. The same goes for coming up with titles too. No matter how hard I try to come up with an idea, I can’t think of one. I just think, “ I guess it'll just come out gradually.”

Not as JAY B but as Lim Jaebeom, what have you been thinking about or trying to do?

I try to think positively.

Ah not long ago, we saw you posted on your Instagram “Let’s try to think positively.”

I had quite a lot of worries and a negative mindset. A lot of people may live with unnecessary worries but I’m a little worse. I guess it’s my nature. So I try my best to relax my heart/mind and say “it’s good,” “everything will be okay.”

In introspection, what is something that you are most satisfied with?

That’s hard. No matter how hard I think about it, I feel like there's nothing I like about myself at the moment.

Why? Did something change?

No, it’s not that. Even with one thing, one day you could like it and another day you could dislike it. It’s natural to change your mind. So when I speak, I often use the terms “always” and “at the moment.” Anyways, it’s not that I think that my current self is completely bad, but I’m not satisfied to the point where I would go “wow.”

Then, among the various images that you embody, which do you feel is the piece of clothing that fits perfectly?

I think naturally, the clothing of the name Lim Jaebeom is the most natural and comfortable. Because I’ve got a good hold of the side that is most like me, there can exist Def., JAY B of GOT7 and JAY B of H1GHR MUSIC. Oh, I could explain it like this. If Lim Jaebeom is the earth, just as there exists oceans, mountains, and cities within it, there are various sides of myself that are making up my life.

What will happen to GOT7 in the future?

We probably will not be able to promote as actively as before, but the members and I are trying our best to do anything. I often look up and watch videos of when we were promoting and I miss the GOT7 from those days. The overflowing passion and energy as well. Looking back, it was really fun. It's similar to the feeling of reminiscing about school days.

What did you gain personally from the past 7 years promoting as GOT7?

Should I say, I think I’ve gained expertise? People around me say I’ve become much more relaxed now. But I still get nervous. I was nervous even before today’s shoot. But in turn, I’ve gained ways to overcome the nerves. I guess that comes to show that I’ve become experienced

What kind of person does Lim Jaebeom want to be?

I wish I could be endlessly kind and do only good things, but in reality, that’s impossible. As you live you could unintentionally make mistakes and cause disappointment. Nevertheless, I definitely do not want to become a shrewd person, I despise being scheming and fooling people. I don’t want to be that kind of person and neither do I want to be on the receiving end. But it’s still a bit of a mystery if it’s okay to say "I'm going to be this kind of person." Because as I mentioned before, my current feelings and thoughts change frequently just as trends do.

I guess those words right there can change too.

That’s right. That's why I'm cautious about doing interviews. If I talk about something, there will be articles pouring out that say JAY B said this and JAY B said that. Although we’re doing an interview today like this, if I was asked the same question tomorrow, I could have a different response.

How should we wrap up this interview for you to sleep soundly?

This was the story of Lim Jaebeom on May 4th, 2021. I think this will be okay.

Translated by defdaily.

[batfamily14]

The Sun Queen

BOBA FETT X BLACK QUEEN!READER

Chapter 2

Rating: explicit

A/N: You were raised to be strong, fierce but when you suddenly come into power with the task of fighting a war and for your people’s freedom becoming queen is more challenging than you imagined. Recruiting a fearsome bounty hunter by your side, it’s up to you to restore your kingdom. Follow your journey to becoming a royal legend and perhaps find love on the way.

You caught yourself thinking...

he may destroy you.

And you know what? That’d be fine.

To be completely disintegrated by all the best parts of him. At least then you’d know what you had was real.

Even if it killed you.

You’re settled in the garden, your crown perch on your head. The thick loth cat cloak you wear stands out against the black gown that slit up both your thighs. It’s you who now caught Boba staring.

Boba.

The name so fitting. As if it were crafted for him, and him only.  It wouldn’t make sense if it belonged to anyone else.

You.

He couldn’t help but to look at you. The hunter notices that your skin makes it seem like you were conceived by the night sky, the stars caught in your eyes. Sparkling when you smile. He has been with plenty of women and seen dozens of beautiful girls but when he made love to them or kissed them, it didn’t feel right. When he was a young teen he often wondered what was wrong with him, thinking perhaps he would never be capable of falling in love.

But now, he thought maybe he just didn’t recognize those other girls. When he touched you he recognized you, as if your entire essence was lost to him at some point and now you’re finally his again.

Home.

You’re complete. You’re real. A living and breathing artwork met before his eyes and all he wanted to do was memorize your details. So, then maybe he’d appreciate everything in the universe that was bright, soft, and brown.

And it’d lead him like little boats down aisles floating back to you.

Back home.

~*~

You’re sitting, gazing at your mother’s statue, you squint your face up. You did that when you’re about to cry, he noted. Which you often did when you thought of your mother. He reaches out and touches you, touches you like you’re a rare and universal treasure. Precious. Fragile.

A confronting hand on your shoulder. He did that more often now, his hands becoming an extension of you.

“Little one,” his modulated voice came. The nickname shatters you. Pleasantly breaking under the unmerciful weight of him. “Fett,” you respond, coolly. His finger traces patterns into the skin of your shoulder, another new sensation.“What was her name?” He questions , softy.

“Saphoriae,” you tell him. “ In my language it means “The loved one.” ”

“What does your name mean?”

“Shining light.”

He smiles under his helmet.“How fitting.” The hunter thinks. “It’s perfect, practically designed for you.”

He’s gone back to guarding the garden entrance behind you, blaster to his armored chest. You’re perched on a bench, eyes carefully tracing over him. His body seems as if it's sketched from charcoal like he’s art and art isn’t beautiful, it’s supposed to make you feel something, and every time you see him something blooms in you. It always did. You try to remember how this happened, when you started to wonder why he wasn’t a painted portrait hung everywhere in case the universe forgot he existed once, and that thankfully at the same time you did too. What luck that is. That you could climb up his ribs into his heart if he let you.

You shift in your seat, your hand caressing through your hair. His visor gleams in your direction, his head doing his signature tilt which you found yourself growing slowly fond of. He strides closer, walking with purpose, always moving with a reason. He stops at the edge of the bench next to you. When Boba looks at you, he focuses on you as if you’re the only person in the world. Despite how unimportant the thing you could be babbling about, he makes it seem like you’re telling him the galaxy’s greatest secrets.

Your eyes unintentionally linger on the battered scars of his armor. Dents and scrapes, you cherish them all. The armor is a part of him like an exoskeleton, a shell that you so desperately want to see him crawl out of. Not so that you’d appreciate the real him, the honest him is a bounty hunter too. Just so that you could appreciate every layer of him, peel back every exterior of his being and appreciate each surface.

“What’s on your mind, little one?” He questions. You bat your lashes at him, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Your armor, how did it get like that?” You ask, gesturing to a rather large dent on the side of his helmet. He huffs, “I’m a hunter after all.” He says matter of factly. You roll your eyes to the sky making him let out a breathy chuckle. “I mean...did it hurt?” You inquire.

He sighs dramatically, peering down at you and offers a small shrug. “All a part of the business.” Boba lets you run a shy hand across his chest plate. “I’ve seen you train in the Sparring Hall, I would...watch you.” You confess. You hear the rumbling of another chuckle bubbling up in his throat.

“I know.” He almost teases, and you think you should feel embarrassed but you don’t. If he really didn’t want you to watch him he wouldn’t let you. Boba has a way of disappearing and reappearing whenever he pleased. You awe at him,“The way you fight it’s…”

Breathtaking.

He moves fluidly, as if he was dancing. Every flick of his wrist or thrown kick and punch roll one after another. His build is strong and a bit slender but nevertheless his form showcases all his strength.

“It’s what?” He probes, two fingers smoothly lift your chin up when your eyes shift away, forcing you to look at him.

“It’s...it’s fascinating.” You answer, flush with nervousness.

“Fascinating?”

“Yes...I’ve always wanted to learn.”

“How to fight?”

You nod. “Our warriors have a particular way of battle but you...you’re ruthless. You’re brutal. I like it, the fierceness of you.” Boba chuckles putting away his blaster to cross his arms over his chest, listening. “When you fight,” you continue. “It’s a testimony to your power. I want to fight like you, I need to.”

“Why do you want to fight?” The hunter questions.

“I want to feel what it looks like when you do.”

“And what’s that, girl?”

“Alive.”

~*~

The sparring hall is carved under the kingdom, built firmly with mud brick. Heavy wooden doors open to a sweeping

aged cream colored staircase leading to a platform covered with a blue mat. There’s various weapons draped on the walls. Spears, knives, a hunter’s wet dream. You’ve changed into your mother’s old sparring clothes when she waged in wars. A manogany thicken fabric wraps around your breast and crisscrosses over your stomach and spine securely, a pair of shorts with a pooling fabric hangs in the front and back like a skirt split in half, and leathery strapped sandals lace up your legs and thighs. Your locks are pulled upward with a silk wrap revealing your whole face.

Boba wears grey sweats, and it feels like a violation to see this much of him. As if he’s wholly exposed though his helmet is still on. Boba’s body is lean and muscular, his skin tan, littered with scars like his armor. But still...art nevertheless just greatly more detailed now. You find it strange, almost comical actually. At first he wasn’t your anything, a guard if you had acknowledged him in the least, always looming behind. A second shadow. But, now he's undeniable and suffocating, he’s like…

fire.

It’s always fire with Boba, burning inside you. You’re surprised him touching you hasn’t completely disintegrated you yet. You used to go all night without thinking about him, place him far enough in the back of your brain so you could survive eight hours. But, being without him is like not breathing, even in your mind. So, waking up in the morning and seeing him bathed in the sunlight is as if taking your first breath after an eternity of drowning.

It’s a desperate gasp from the loss of him.

“Let’s start with something simple.” He says. “A punch.”

You nod focusing on him and he directs with his hand to back up. “I’m going to teach you primary types of punches, first a jab.”

Boba demonstrates a series of jabs, arms moving in a blur. You can hear the wind whipping with the force of it.

He’s strong, grateful, ruthless. He’s advised to watch his form, observe his steady movements. “When it’s a decent fighter,” he begins. “they won’t be easy to read. They’ll move their arm from the place where it is right forward , so you need to have a quick reaction time and defense saved in your muscle memory to react to it automatically. You understand?” You nod and he circles around you talking. “You won’t be able to tell which arm will strike first. So, when your punch lands, your arms should be close to fully extended, extending your striking range and improving your punching power.” He demonstrates again by throwing a quick punch that breezes pass your face and you flinch away.

“Land the punch with your index and middle fingers, with your fist rotated so that your thumb points downward on impact. Power is transferred better there, and you're less likely to break your hand.” You lower yourself into stance, but your form is all wrong so he comes up behind, his hands on your hips. “Relax your upper body and use speed instead of strength.” You let him correct your stance and he knees your thigh making you slide your feet further apart . “Rotate your body and be sure not to lean forward. And most importantly...” he trails off and you hear the smile in his voice. The sound of it makes you shudder like his breaths prickle your neck. “...protect that pretty face.” You nervously adjust your footing, squaring your feet just below your shoulders.

You throw a sloppy jab that makes the hunter grunt under his helmet. “Were you even paying attention?”

You grumble under your breath a few frustrated curses before throwing another jab. He shakes his head in disapproval and grabs your arms. “Straighten up and twist your hips. Keep your eyes on your target.” You try again and though you do a lot better you almost embarrassingly lose your balance, making Boba have to catch you. He groans under his helmet frustrated but pulls you up to your feet anyway. “Try again.” He orders. You can already feel yourself prickling with irritation but you're too keen on not giving up so easily. You ultimately go at this for hours, him grunting under his helmet and correcting you, you groaning and cursing. Finally Boba has had enough and tries a new tactic, “hit me.”

“What?” You gasp, stopping your fist in mid air. You’re drenched in sweat and heaving from exhaustion. Boba feels himself twitch in his pants. “Hit me.” He repeats, voice stronger. “N-no.” You protest and he shakes his head growling. “It won’t hurt.” He argues, and admittedly that stinks but you still refuse making his cheeks burn red. “Hit me like your people depend on it.” He says suddenly, and your eyes narrow at him. “I mean it!” He growls. “Hit me like I’m the only thing standing in your way of freeing your people.”

“No!” You choke, backing away. “I won’t.”

“If you won’t hit me! How will you ever defend your people?” He insists. You push at his chest but he doesn’t budge. “I can help them. What do you know?” He grips your arms firmly. “I know alot about war, girl. There’s no mercy for the weak and hesitant.” You scold him, this time pushing past him. “I’m not weak nor hesitant!” You sneer.

“Prove it.” He hisses. When you don’t turn around he pushes at you once more. “You say death is better than bondage? What is different from giving up and living and giving up and dying if either way you’ll be remembered as the last of the Nivrols.” You hault, your skin burning, you’re practically seething at his words. Knowing they held a deadly truth. “Because we’ll die with honor.” You growl, fisting your hands at your side. Boba steps closer, his head tilting down close to your ear. “But you don’t want your people to die, you want them to live like every great leader would.” He whispers, and you clench your eyes close as you feel him tilt closer. “So, are you willing to lay down and die for your people or are you going to fucking fight?”

You don’t think, you just move like he does. Fast and fluid.

It happens so fast, he barely has time to register what happens. You hardly know what’s happening yourself before it’s too late. He lands on the matted ground with a heavy thud and you hold your aching knuckles close to your chest. D-did you just fucking uppercut him? You’re bewildered, panting and staring at him with wide eyes. He’s still...too fucking still but then you hear it, grumbling from the depths of his chest and you’re frozen. He lets out another animalistic growl at the sight of you. Horribly disheveled, a wondrous messy thing. Lock strands loosely hanging, clothes ruffled and nearly exposing the sensitive skin he’s dreamed about mindlessly. You tower over him like a true Nivrol warrior, a savior coming to cut down a sarlacc herself. Your chest heaving and stickyly coated with sweat. Mouth parted and tongue peeking out and licking the saltiness tethering down to your lips.

You could crumble right now, he’s a vision of ecstasy. Pure static plowing right through you, electrifying every nerve in your body. He’s on his hands and knees gazing upward at you, panting. Then all of sudden he’s growling and springing forward, latching his arms around you and using all his weight to knock you over. Forcing all the wind out of your lungs. He wrestles your arms over your head once you’re on the ground and you grit your teeth squirming. Great sun god he’s fucking strong! His visor glaring below at you, you give in, gasping for air. You could fight him, you feel the edge of it curling in your stomach but you release the urge. Instead relenting and letting the sensation of him hovering over you consume you. Overwhelm you.

You’re like that for a while, a sweaty messy pile on the floor. He’s snarling at you as if he's an animal, ravishing with no reason, with the desire and instinct of wanting blood between its teeth. You’re afraid to move, laying like a corpse underneath him. His blunt nails bite into your skin as if he can’t decide how to devour you yet. You feel yourself clenching around nothing between your legs, grasping at an emptiness, longing to be full. You brace yourself for whatever comes next. His head lowers slowly and you’re trembling in his grasp. His visor comes closer until it’s taking up nearly all your vision.  Then suddenly you’re closing your eyes, waiting in anticipation. Agony. Then...there’s a cool icy sensation pressing against your forehead. it’s heavy and hard, shoving your head into the mat. Your eyes hesitantly peer open and you realize he’s connecting your heads together, comfortably. It’s… debilitating.

You’re certain his eyes are close and you think maybe yours should be too. Some of the most beautiful moments in life are often spent with your eyes closed. Praying. Dreaming. Kissing. Wait, is this kissing? It feels like it, spine tingling and disembodying but it’s so much more. You know it. So you close your eyes and relinquish, pressing your head back into his. His breathing shudders at the action but he doesn’t move away. Instead his hand comes to gently cup the side of your face. With your free hand you hold the back of his helmet. His fingers loosen around your wrist, thumb brushing up and pressing into the center of your palm.

You’re disintegrated.

Utterly annihilated. This is it, he’s finally done it. Like a laser beam from the Death Star he’s ripped and vaporized you molecule after molecule. So, you catch yourself wondering how long does it take for a galaxy to collapse? Because it feels like only mere seconds for stardust to flood behind your eyes as if Boba has ignited a billion supernovas inside you.

Boba’s weight is heavy on yours, his legs stretching out and on either side of your own , trapping you in. You can hear faint panting breaths beneath the hem of his helmet. Your heart beats an inconsistent thump in your ears, and you absently wonder if you’ve ever heard it this loudly. His visor is a shimmering vision of your own reflection, holding it eagerly. You see your face glancing back at him with a peculiar look of joy and adoration, as if you’ve transcended. You’ll never get over how he looks at you. How could someone ever get over how a deliciously tan man admires them, as if they're a kaiburr crystal. His strong arms help pull you to your feet. You could smell the million miles of the galaxy on him. Feel the raveled adventures and experiences buried within his heating skin. You stand entwined , his arm swung around your waist and yours looping around his neck.

You almost ask him to lift his helmet, promise him you won’t peek, that you just want him to lift it so that you can kiss him...again. This time traditionally on the lips. Your mouth stutters open hesitantly but a voice stops you.

“Your majesty.” It proclaims.

There’s a brief silence.

You turn to glance at a man standing at the doorway, his braided beaded hair is tied back from his handsome face. He wears a wool brown coat and unpolished leather boots. You recognize him as Zoid’s son, Randdem. Zoid towers directly behind him, a disdain expression looms over his face. You nonchalantly remove yourself from Boba’s grasp and the hunter follows in suit. You felt pearls of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. If Zoid wants to say something crude he stifles under his breath.

You nod to Boba who takes that as his crew to leave, he walks casually to the changing room outside the hall. Zoid and Randdem wait for you to stride up the steps with the little bit of dignity you have left. You’re quite as their judging eyes glance you over, once Zoid has emptied all the pitying remarks from his head he sighs deeply before saying, “You remember my son, don’t you queen?”

Randdem is a husky young lad, bolder and fuller in outlines where Zoid is thinner. He’s worse than Zoid, really. He’s a four part combination of Zoid’s arrogance and pity with his mother’s selfishness and pride. Talking to him is like speaking to a tornado, not much to deliberate with a thing that only wants or knows destruction and dominance. The saddest part of it all is Randdem is fairly handsome and if it wasn’t for his redundant personality more suitors would surely be in his favor. You’ve never liked him, not even when you were children.

“Of course,” you swallow. Zoid nods approvingly,”I brought him here to get to know you better, seeing as he’ll be serving at your side as a council leader once I’m gone.”

Yeah, great. “My queen,” Randdem says and he halfway bows to you. “If you’d like I’d love to request having you to dinner this evening.” You must pull a face because Zoid scolds you. “I-I’m sorry!” You try to recover. “This is so unexpected.” You rub the back of your neck, embarrass.

“I understand your majesty, which is why I made sure to ask on a day I knew you’d be free.” Randdem continues. You give him a puzzle look. How long have they been planning this meeting? “Though, I wasn’t expecting to find you here?” He goes on. You try grinning but you know you must look ridiculous because all you want to is snarl at them so you just purse your lips instead and nod. “R-right.” You answer, your hands fidgeting at your side.

“So you’ll be ok with this evening?” He asks again.

You frown,“Well, actually-”

“Of course she will!” Zoid interrupts, and it takes every ounce of self restraint in your body not to uppercut him. “Isn’t that right?” He turns to you with a look of expectancy in his eyes. And you’re left gawking between the two before mustering up the tintest smile you could without cursing at them both.

“Of course.” You finally utter through gritted teeth. “It’ll give us time to catch up.”

“As I thought,” Zoid nods. They both turn to leave but before they’ve finally left Zoid turns around and crinkles up his nose. “And please I’d advise you freshen up before the evening, if you don’t mind. You smell ranted and too much like him. ” Randdem and Zoid chuckle on their way out before letting the heavy doors slam close behind them. You turn around, sighing with exasperation. Boba stands with his arms crossed, now fully armored. “So,” he began. “You have a date?” You groan, “Shut it, fett!” He chuckles and you feel your heart flutter but you are in too much of a sour mood to truly enjoy the sound of his laughter though it is nice to hear.

Great sun god give you strength. What have you been dragged into?

~*~

The dress Galine has fastened you in is way too nice for an evening to be met in disaster. The hunter is cautious with his hand, lingering and pressing into your back lower than what’d normally be appropriate. He lets it slither away and melt down at his side when the merchant warriors come into view at the entrance of the dining hall. Randdem leans back casually against the large doors, arms crossed and an impatient expression sunken in his features. “Shall you accompany me inside?”, he began. “Without your…companion.” He flicks his hand in Boba's direction and recoils it just as fast as if his skin cells reject even being near the same air as him. Your inside grind together to mush. “If your warriors will keep him company instead.” You bargain, and Randdem scowls at you but you just smile which makes his scowl impossibly more scornful. He clamps his mouth shut and nods pointedly, escorting you into the dining hall. His brows never unfrowrow . Like father, like son you supposed.

~*~

A single marble table with a white sheet handsomely decorates the dining hall. Two chairs set out on either ending sides of the table, and bestow on top are delicate appetizers and aged wine. Randdem pulls out your chair for you before walking and plopping down on his own. He picks lazily from a bowl munching on a purple fruit.  While a young peasant boy fills your goblet , before scrambling into the kitchen away from the tense atmosphere. The air is stale from the lack of conversation. “I didn’t know you took an interest in me.” You quip, taking a slow sip of your wine. “I’m interested in our people’s future.” He sneers, plucking again at the fruit.  A smile stretches thin on your lips. “I figured.” His own grin is sly and conspiratorial, making your leg twitch under the table. “You’re leading an entire world now. Do you believe it’d be wise to do it alone?” You shoot him a curious glance and it’s like he relishes in watching you grow flustered. “Historically,” you began. A knowing smile tilting upward on your lips, “women led their kingdoms better compared to kings. Especially alone.” He scowls at you but you pretend not to notice, instead politely sipping more wine.

“Are you referring to your grandmother?”

You nod, “When my grandfather passed she raised my mother alone and cared for the entire kingdom. Then for ten years my mother led this kingdom before marrying my father. During that time we prospered.”

He clasps his hands. “Those women were not only queens, but warriors.” You cock your head, a challenging glint in your eyes. “Warriors can be judged more than on just their fighting.”  You respond. “They can be judged on their character. I was raised by two of the most prominent warriors of our lifetime, and not just because of their fighting skill but because of their heart.” Randdem gives you a smug impression. “Our people need more than good spirits and charm.”

“Then I will be whatever they need me to be.” You say.

He crosses his arms, leaning back making the wooden chair creak in protest. “Why is it then you pranced around with that hunter in the training hall?” You squint your eyes at him. “That doesn’t concern you.” He chuckles amused.“You know I’m right! That’s why you were down there with him.” You flush warm with embarrassment. “You shouldn’t comment on what you don’t know.” You snarl. “I've seen enough of your gushy display in one of the most sacred rooms in the entire kingdom to know you have no shame. How dare whore yourself out to t-that damned cloned buckethead your father allowed to roam the kingdom and filthy it!” This time you scowl at him. “You dare speak ill to me? You’re queen! Who are you to speak to me this way and question my father?!” You shot to your feet, voice ringing out. He jabs his finger in your direction, “You are not my queen!” He growls, teeth baring.

“But I am, whether your father or you can accept it or not! I am your queen.” You hiss, gripping either side of the table. “But, you’ll never be king.” He glares at you, eyes like two black infinite portals. “What were you expecting? That I’d marry you?” You croak. “Never.”

“The kingdom needs an honorable leader.” He retorts. “And that isn’t you!” You huff, crossing slowly around the table like a predator onto its prey. Menacing and delighted to devour. “And you think that’s you?” You snarl, lifting an eyebrow amused. “You have less honor than you think. Your father would rather give in and lay over as our people become enslaved, he’s less of a warrior than he is a leader.” He’s taken back by your words, fisting his hands in his lap.

“That’s not true you lying bastard!” He snaps, rising to his feet and knocking over his chair behind him with a loud clang.

“But it is.” You sneer. “My father and I wanted to fight for our freedom, but yours wanted our people to suffer again. And you accuse me of being the weak one? So, don’t you dare question me or him.” You growl, closing in. “And don’t dare talk about the hunter like that again or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?!” He interjects as he rounds the table all fuming anger and resentment. “Don’t make me laugh, boy.” You huff. “You think you’ll bring back our honor? You’ll have no honor left if I find out your father had anything to do with my father’s death. You and your whole family will be banished!” Randdem stills, paling at your accusation. “N-no!” He can barely spit out. “No! That’s isn’t t-true! M-my father is a man of honor!” He screams, like a child throwing a tantrum. You know the help is listening, who wouldn’t. You’re sure there’ll be rumors spreading like vicious fire tomorrow. You turn away and he’s left trying to follow after you but he’s so angry and confused he stumbles over his own feet having to use the table as leverage as he walks, while cursing loudly behind you. The dinner hall’s doors abruptly open and the hunter and merchant warriors usher themselves inside. You carefully maneuver yourself around them, making a hasty exit while Randdem spits more cruel insults. The hunter half expects you to turn around but you don’t budge. Instead you walk calmly out of Randdem’s sight and request the guards not let him enter the castle again without direct permission from you.

~*~

“What happened?” Boba spoke first and you’re startled by the gentleness of his voice. Your chambers are dark and quiet, chilly from the wind blowing in the open window. You perch yourself on the edge of your bed. “We had an argument, and he said some rather distasteful things...and so did I .” You groan and run a tiresome hand through your locks. “It’s clear Randdem and Zoid don’t want me to be queen.” When he steps closer you shift your eyes away. The hunter tilts his head.

“What else is bothering you?”

“He...well he insulted you.”

“So?” The hunter shrugs and you roll your eyes to the ceiling. “So,” you mock playfully. “I defended you.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to.”

He huffs as if scuffing down a laugh and you glare at him. The hunter looks down as if his shoes suddenly needed a close inspection. His shoulder shaking lightly, the corner of your mouth quirks up. “I thought you once saw me like you saw dirt on the bottom of your shoe.” He suddenly comments and you flick your eyes at him in shock and this time you make a quiet sound that made him peer halfway up at you.

“I see you like I see the sun, blinding. Even when I’m not looking at you, I feel you.”

The hunter’s head snaps up at you and you take a breath.

You wondered if he was smiling, imagined his eyes crinkling with the force of it. As if reading your mind a hesitant hand reaches out and touches the bottom of the helmet. You suddenly seem incapable of moving, face deliberately blank. He waits and there’s a brief moment before your eyes grow wide. You rise and walk close to him and your hand covers his own. His gloved hand is warm underneath the rough leather. You’re trembling with pure adrenaline, heart fluttering. You let him guide you into lifting it, you go slow enough for him to stop you if he wants to, but when he doesn’t you see his soft lips first and you almost lose your composure and kiss him right then but instead you take a deep inhale. Dark trimmed facial hair prances across the lower half of his face and his upper lip, it  prickles against your fingers. Dark hair brushing under his ears and trimmed and faded almost down to his gorgeous sharp jawline. Some of his hair extends long over the back of his neck, then his broad nose comes into view, straight and wide. And suddenly...his brown eyes meet yours and you realize he’s more breathtaking than you could’ve ever dreamt. Handsome and sculpted as if everything in the universe that blooms from a certain beauty that commands your attention cracked open and offered you him. Now that you see him for the first time...smiling at you...you realize

like the moon he’s a stealer of light but you know nothing better that could hold light like the smile upon his face because just like the moon he’s crafted to glow. So, maybe he’s collected borrowed time, star dust, and gunpowder. Enough wisdom and morals to fill a holy scripture but enough violence and death to also burn the same book to ash by the touch of his fingertips. Enough adventure to last lifetimes and fill children’s heads with a mindless abundance of wonder and fantasy. Enough vulnerability hidden away to quiver at your hands and melt like an ice sculpture to his knees. There’s so many ways this could end, but with him in front of you like a heavenly body, you know it’s barely begun, whatever universe that was slowly being born into existence between you two. You knew you’d be tethered to him by it forever.

“Come with me.” You whisper softly and his brown eyes gleam, heart thumping against his chest.

“Where?”

“Outside.”

You point to the window and he rubs a slow hand up his arm while the other holds his helmet against his side.

“It’s cold.” He protests and you giggle to yourself as you begin to clamper out the window anyway. The ledge is much smaller compared to you now of course, though you still manage to crawl out and sit near the window. You lean back on the kingdom wall carefully, knowing Galine would kill you if you soiled your gown. Your thighs rest on the ledge while the rest of your body hangs over. You close your eyes but the corners of your mouth twitch up in a small victorious grin when you hear his defeated sigh. Boba comes out more smoothly than you as if the womp rat has done it a thousand times and he rests himself beside you.

After a moment of staring into endless space he utters, “Tell me about the stars.” You bite your bottom lip. “The stars have secrets like us my mother used to tell me, but they also have stories.”He tilts his head, waiting. You smile, closing your eyes tighter and breathing in deeply. You remember your mother taking you into her lap at the window and oiling your small braids and scalp. “She’d say the sky and the world fell in love. That the sky hung the moon for the world, and that the world in return gave the sky, flowers. My mother said the sun god was born first, then all the other gods followed.” She’d tell you each god’s birth and their purpose as her soft massaging hands lulled you to sleep.

“You believe that?” He questions, lifting an eyebrow . You look at him, baring a cheeky smile. “That two powerful lovers created a universe of their own? I witness it all the time.” You gesture to the hundreds of homes stretching out in the grasslands of the kingdom. Boba chuckles, smiling at you and leaning his head back against the wall and you couldn’t help but stare at the subtle movements. You know he wasn’t doing anything extraordinary but you could tell he was the god of his life, of his own destiny. We’re all the gods of small things, even if it’s just ourselves. With an upturn face you peer at him. If you both were gods you wanted to meet him halfway to an astral plane where both your heavens collided.

So...you kiss him, mouth slotting over his gently, soul transcending to the stars. Your mouth becomes an open exhibit for his tongue to explore through. Instead of his eyes, his wet warmth admires the best parts of you. Flicking and tasting the dirtiest details with the filthiest sweetness he’s ever known. Your fingers curl into the nape of his dark coarse hair, tugging. As if teasing the strings from an instrument it pulls a wondrous sound from his lips, an orchestra rumbling in his chest. His heavy groan quiet against your lips, a song only yours.

If tonight you could make love to him, you’d push him over the sheets of your bed, lay him bare and golden like a horizon. Kiss his scarred skin and lick the stardust from his flesh. Let him wither you down into a vulnerable shaking pile on the blanket and obliterate your ego and the rising sarcastic remarks on your tongue and so maybe then when he’s laid warm on top of you, weary and desperate, you suddenly appreciate everything in the universe that is...

...metal, quiet , and green.

And it lead you like little boats floating down aisles back to him.

Back home.

[terrovaniadorm]

i forgot to ask this but whats the three bg terror kids views on my Creaturas

[grabs you] ofc 👁

Under the cut bc it's gonna be LONG SORRY SHHSHSH

Aubrey

With Jekyll and Candice she mostly feels the same, they are funny to her. But she probably likes Candice more.. Also his Sledgehammer is cool she wants one

Aubrey brings food for Jakob whenever she's able to, the source? You'll never know, Jakob is probably one of the few people that students she doesn't outright hate

Claudious.. Too fatherly, reminds her of Hecate and she hates her so Aubrey automatically hates Claudious. He's the type that would snoop into her business yikes!

Zen.. He's a bit annoying but it's fun to watch him use his UM. Feels similarly about Johan for the most part, but she likes bothering Johan.

Aubrey feels jealous of Janice, he's gorgeous, he has pretty hair, a pretty face and all. It annoys her, of course never rude with him she has an image to hold but i feel like Janice definitely sees through it lol

Porsche.. Oh poor Porsche, Aubrey doesn't like him and similarly to Brio she thinks his dolls are creepy, wants to smash them

Idris

Idris enjoys Jekyll's company, he sees Jekyll's animal balloons as ✨artistic✨, Idris doesn't worry about getting jekyll sick because... He's got a feeling that he's not the type to get sick easily

Being an upperclassman, Idris thought Jakob was a good kid, until he heard Jakob swear. Idris never recovered from that.

Claudious is one of the few people that Idris genuinely likes and feels a bit of familiarity with. Has similar feelings toward Janice, both of them are people Idris can talk without getting exhausted.

And Zen is the complete opposite, trying to talk with him feels like a challenge and him being a demon fae makes Idris very wary of him being a priest and all

Johan, Idris barely talks with him since Johan doesn't like to be bothered though Idris definitely gives him food that he can't eat.. As a way of building friendship

Candice? Nope, too violent for Idris. And surprisingly.. He scares Idris just a bit. Too bright.

Idris treats Porche like a little brother, whenever he sees him leave his room or course. If Porsche ever needs anything Idris is there to help, also gifts him candles!

Raphael

Jekyll is such a colorful person! Raphael loves drawing him, doesn't understand why he's scared to be alone isn't that more comfortable?

Jakob.. Saw him sneak out few times, has drawn him sneaking out too! Other than that never really saw or talked with him

Claudious! Reminds Raphael of legendary monsters he heard of growing up.. That's a complimentary compression of course. Whenever Raphael lost in his work Claudious reminds him to take breaks which he finds annoying but Raphael understands.. Likes drawing Claudious in a forest background!

As long as Zen doesn't bother him they are on probably good terms. Raphael has drawn Zen looking more monstrous time to time but he just says "that's how he sees some people"

Janice.. Someone Raphael used to idolize even before they became dormmates. Doesn't understand why he never takes his mask off, the only person he willingly gifted a drawing to.

Doesn't have an option on Johan, never really talked with him but for some reason Raphael can't draw him it just never ends up looking like him.

Another person Raphael loves drawing, Candice is just so colorful! Doesn't mind his behavior whenever he's out of his room nor working on art.

Honestly, thought Porsche and Raphael not knowing each others existence would be funny since they both stay in their rooms so.. Yea.

[britishsass]

hows the art challenged going?

I completely forgot it existed-- However, let's change that.

Time to bring back my playlist challenge. Today's song...

2. Control - Halsey.

I only really had one thing I could draw: Something about Augustus being used and manipulated by Gristol.

[ID: A picture of Gristol, in Truman's body, wearing his crown and using a miniature Maligustus as a puppet. Augustus stands on a small stage, limp, and he is spotlit from both sides. Around Gristol, the words "Who is in control?" are written. /End ID]