#a-very-sparkly-nerd

[raayllum]

I'd love to hear your thoughts on how the framing of Ezran compared to Viren in the dungeon scenes (and how Soren is framed with the latter), regarding what we know about AtLA really framing Zuko as the one imprisoned rather than Iroh despite Iroh being the one in jail.

That's all, have a nice week (before s7 destroys us)!

I've been thinking doing a post about the show's literal framing of physical imprisonment just cause there are two shots from 3x03 and 5x08 that I think about a lot, but I wasn't thinking about Ez in the mix so time to go digging. (And yess I love that detail! I still remember watching this youtube essay about it and how exciting/illuminating it was.)

3x04 is a really interesting episode just because it sets a lot up symbolically before things reach literal standpoints (i.e. Ezran taking off one chain he's chosen — the crown, i.e. 'a child is freer than a king' — in favour of literal chains and imprisonment, sacrificing his freedom for other people's). An example is how Ezran is already shown behind bars as he prepares to give up his crown:

We see something similar with Aaravos once Viren can see him. Even though we don't Know yet that Aaravos was imprisoned (that only comes in 3x06) it shows the bars that seemingly imprison him being something he can easily pass through as he takes the next step in his plan with Viren. Viren's freedom means his freedom.

There's also some interesting things done with how Viren is presented in jail earlier on in the episode. When Aaravos is about to begin preparing his eye with little bug pal, and the eye itself, the 'bars' (the stripes in the eye's case) are prominent and total.

These emphasis on bars is shifted from as Aaravos goes to take the eye goop off, and we switch it to an emphasis on TDP's favourite light and dark motif, with Viren entirely in the dark vs Ezran in 3x05 who lies in the light. This combination of the imprisonment framing/subversion and some kind of light/dark symbolism is also frequently common. So while the chain framing for Ezran isn't really There (and he's doing the 'right' thing / isn't tethered to Freedom as a theme as much as Justice, honestly) but that sort of makes sense in its own way, favouring his light-dark symbolism contrast instead.

Case in point, in the meantime, for Ezran: Viren being in the light when Ezran comes to make the transfer, with Ezran much more in the dark in the end credits art:

We also get some nice parallels with this shot from 3x04 vs 3x01, of Viren being trapped in a circle/chain/cycle vs not (as he's being freed and simultaneously pulled deeper into Aaravos' trap as he goes).

And last but not least some framing for Viren and Ezran as they switch places, with the actual transfer having a parallel "walking in, walking out" tradeoff from 3x06:

We also get some nice set up ("sometimes a friend can help light the way!") for Bait and Soren in 3x05, and in 3x03 with Viren's visitor being just another means of control/deception through consumption rather than aid and actual sustenance (jelly tarts).

Keeping Soren shadowed, I think, isn't necessarily to make us doubt if it's him (it's not dark enough for that) but it does reaffirm us having doubts about what he's doing to do, before we see the happier turn and know we can trust him, which is Also a direct opposition to Viren's false framing with it in 3x03.

There's also Lots of great framing in the scene with Claudia, Soren, and Viren, that continually use the bars and lighting to make it look like the siblings are the ones imprisoned rather than their father and that bars symbolize the growing wedge between them. Even just the way Viren is framed with light around his head ("but we must be willing to sacrifice, even the things we love") as he portrays himself like a (false) martyr. These are the shots I always think about when watching 3x03, as referenced above.

However, Viren being placed behind bars does start to enter the framing, with the siblings being portrayed side by side (with nothing dividing them) once Claudia brings up her brother's truth:

But we go right back to the 'siblings divided by bars' symbolism once Viren is considering what to do, and then chooses the lie and gaslighting Soren. However, we never go back to Viren being portrayed without the bars to the same degree. He's trapped himself in too, which is fitting, as this is the moment he ultimately loses Soren (and Claudia) forever.

And we see this first hand in Soren's visits to the dungeon in 6x05, 6x06, and 6x08, but that might have to be a post in its own right since I'm getting close to the picture limit for this one. Part 2 to follow!

[tategaminu]

I am but a disciple of your cult 🛐

Rejecting the stachers to join my humble cult is indeed the way of life. I welcome you in this future of greatness.

[thethiefandtheairbender]

https://deadline.com/2025/01/hadestown-broadway-cast-film-1236272840/

FIRST PERSON TO COME TO MIND IT WILL BE SO WONDERFUL

FIRST PERSON??? AWWW THAT'S SO SWEET

and yes this is so exciting!! definitely news that brightens up my week, i can't wait <3

[thatartiststudios]

YELL AT ME ABOUT YOUR OG NOVELS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Well... If you say so...

The Rise of Winter is a fantasy, (totally not heavily influenced by TDP in any way) where there are four tribes of elves, all based on the four seasons, each having a corresponding Saint that they worship. The Flamebound elves have Saint Autumn, The Thornwood elves have Saint Spring, The Wavewatcher elves have Saint Summer, and The Stormblood elves have Saint Winter. At the time of the story, the land is healing from the last conflict, a horrible war waged by corrupted Necromancers, who were normally a peaceful type, helping perform proper burial rights and things like that. But the land hasn't fully healed, allowing the corruption to creep back in. And the main group of Heroes has to try to figure out how to stop the corruption, which is slowly affecting Saint Winter.

To Tame A Monster was actually heavily inspired by Snake Boi Callum and Kaz Brekker, morally gray characters like that. It's a dystopian future where there really isn't government or order anymore. Survival of the fittest, killer or be killed. The only rulers are gang leaders and mercenaries. The main character, Marc, is a famously ruthless mercenary, who's killed many people, but simultaneously hates what he does, seeing himself as a monster, no longer a man. A female operative, Lissa, has to help him on a mission, and it goes horribly wrong, forcing them to stay together for support throughout disaster after disaster.

Blood and Devotion came from my idea of writing something like Twilight or like the romanticizing of the werewolf legend, but with the Wendigo. It's set in British Columbia, in this rural town where a group of friends noticed that there's several missing persons in the area. Due to this, the local paranormal authorities come in to try to take care of the situation, only to find that they are way in over their heads. The way I bring in the romance approach to the Wendigo, is that it's a spirit rather than a being, so the one to go Spirit actually possesses several people throughout the story, one of the hosts actually ends up being the boyfriend of one of the leads.

Feel free to send me another ask for a snippet from any of these, or all of them if you like!

[the-haiku-bot]

Hermes: “You can be

hurt or you can beat her. … I’ll

help you conquer her.”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Zeus: "If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save."

Athena: "Finish it."

Aeolus: "The end always justifies the means."

Poseidon: "Ruthlessness is mercy."

Hermes: "You can be hurt or you can beat her. ... I'll help you conquer her."

Tiresias: "I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you."

Hestia, probably:

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

LOOKIEEEE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lA_xSs-uIbA&list=PLg077XM05darUm_yav-NQDXMEXLckwfa-&index=23

Oh my GOSHHHH that’s stunning. Yes I have Nothing Left to Lose in my Claudia & Soren playlist for a REASON, it is so her song

[reggies-eyeliner]

Life is too short to be self-conscious.

Talk about the cartoon show. Talk about that book. Write about them.

sparkles have i ever mentioned how much of a delight you are because AAAUUUUUUAUAUUEGEGGH

[sbcdh]

You know where the word cocaine comes from? Its Quechua. Just the name of the damn plant. I think it was 1971, maybe 72. I dunno- 

Could you start at the beginning?

Huh? Yeah, sure. Course. Uhh. Lets see…

Take your time. 

Woof. Lets see…I started in uhhh, 72. Some tiny little bottle-rocket firm sweatin for talent, head broker was this big red fatass named Ron Spade, hell of a guy, but the place got bought out by Bear Stearns in 73 when the shit really hit the fan. It was a rough time to be on a trade floor. IRS just put out the whole hypnoeconomics thing. Half the big firms were runnin’ around with their hair on fire, the other half felt invincible. Every day was a party. Party party party. 

Was that your first interaction with hypnostimulants? 

I guess. Its funny. First guy to give me quori was a cop. 

You mean an agent of the FDA? 

No no, like an old fashioned NYPD beat cop. Met him in the bathroom at Pink during a bender. Moron was so faded he thought I was his informant. Just gave me a phial. 

And you tried it?

Not right away no. To be honest I thought it was kinda faggy. Sorry. Its just what I thought at the time. The shit was sparkly, you know? What kinda drug comes in phials? Shoulda known something was up. 

Would you say hypnostimulants were popular at the time? 

At the time? Depends what you mean by popular. People didn’t know about that shit yet. You heard stories, dudes shooting up in the woods upstate, gettin found with their eyeballs exploded. It was early days, ya know? But like, that didn’t happen. That was urban legends. You know who was actually fucking around with the early stuff? Accountants. 

Accountants?

Yeah, you know, the bookkeepers. See,  I’m really just a plumber. I move money from one pipe to another pipe. But instead of wrenches and sprockets or whatever, I use charm. Its pretty easy if you ask me. Imagine if you could just tell water where it already wanted to go. You’re water’s best pal. Nah. It was those nerds in the basement, the spreadsheet guys that figured out how to expense shit so the IRS couldn’t get ya. Those were the fuckers who really dove in. 

What got you using regularly? 

Same shit as everyone else. Makes the job easier. 

How so?

You can feel the money in their pocket. Its like, I dunno how to describe it. Its like…Its like, a turd sitting in a hammock. You can feel how the money bends everything around it. You can see it, smell it. You can hear it over the phone. You can’t ignore it. Shit is nuts. You take enough, and its like you can’t see anything else. Or. No. Its like…You see that you don’t need to see anything else. Money is everything. You’re money. I’m money. Its all just rivers of money flowing through everything. 

By 1973 you were a regular user yes?

Regular makes it sound normal. But yeah I know what you mean. “Regular user.”  76 was the sweet spot. The drugs were good, but the regulators hadn’t stepped up yet. You and some buddies could set up in a club bathroom with nothing but a blindfold and a pile. You ever seen a stock floor with a headfull of that fancy government shit? 

Would you like to discuss the raid? 

No. Not really. 

I understand you were the only one in a sub-emmanation state when Hypnoregulators arrived on the scene. 

I don't want to talk about it. 

Very well then, my associate will be happy to take you to prison as per the agreement you signed. 

Alright alright, Christ. 

Please. In your own words. 

From what I understand, you pulled spade outta bed. Got a confession and everything that morning. 9 fuckin AM, and 200 IRS agents come busting in the doors. I was in the bathroom seeing shit. It's marble lined, lots gold filigree. All that jazz. Special made. Listen. I'm serious about the stock floor shit. Whatever you guys have, it's different than what we had back then. I mean, the shit was still cut with cocaine. A stock floor wasn't a stock floor, it was like…

The raid, please. 

I'm getting to it! You gotta know this shit okay? I need you to understand what you goons fuckin wrecked. It was perfect okay? A garden of Eden . Ripe fruit. Everything just works. You don't have to worry about shit. You're a hunter, a killer, the great fuckin god pan, and the floor is your field of delights. It's like being a beating heart, like being struck by lightning. You can feel the sun in your pocket, and how it's all flowing through everything. And then you fucks showed up. 

It was cold. I felt it first. Like I just threw the biggest party, and mom and dad were coming home early. But you know what I saw? You know those Chinese dragon dancers? Or, lions, or whatever they are? You know how there's two guys in the costume? I saw a dragon, a beast with eyes like the sun, teeth dripping gold, a bunch of IRS suits holding its pelt on their shoulders like you carry your baby home. 

Your statement alluded to some additional information. 

Yeah…there was something else… I dunno how to describe it. The fuckin…eyes, like the sun. Thats how you feel when you're on this shit. You're seein’ gold. I looked into the dragons eyes, and it's like, it's like I saw me. Like I was the dragon, and I was looking at me. Or…no. I was the sun. I was looking at myself. It was like, in that moment I knew something. I learned something. 

What exactly is that?

I dunno. It doesn't fit into words. But like. You aren't regulating shit. 

I'm sorry? 

Yeah. All this shit. The dragon. The field. The dancers. It's all just the sun.

[cryptotheism]

You know where the word cocaine comes from? Its Quechua. Just the name of the damn plant. I think it was 1971, maybe 72. I dunno- 

Could you start at the beginning?

Huh? Yeah, sure. Course. Uhh. Lets see…

Take your time. 

Woof. Lets see…I started in uhhh, 72. Some tiny little bottle-rocket firm sweatin for talent, head broker was this big red fatass named Ron Spade, hell of a guy, but the place got bought out by Bear Stearns in 73 when the shit really hit the fan. It was a rough time to be on a trade floor. IRS just put out the whole hypnoeconomics thing. Half the big firms were runnin’ around with their hair on fire, the other half felt invincible. Every day was a party. Party party party. 

Was that your first interaction with hypnostimulants? 

I guess. Its funny. First guy to give me quori was a cop. 

You mean an agent of the FDA? 

No no, like an old fashioned NYPD beat cop. Met him in the bathroom at Pink during a bender. Moron was so faded he thought I was his informant. Just gave me a phial. 

And you tried it?

Not right away no. To be honest I thought it was kinda faggy. Sorry. Its just what I thought at the time. The shit was sparkly, you know? What kinda drug comes in phials? Shoulda known something was up. 

Would you say hypnostimulants were popular at the time? 

At the time? Depends what you mean by popular. People didn’t know about that shit yet. You heard stories, dudes shooting up in the woods upstate, gettin found with their eyeballs exploded. It was early days, ya know? But like, that didn’t happen. That was urban legends. You know who was actually fucking around with the early stuff? Accountants. 

Accountants?

Yeah, you know, the bookkeepers. See,  I’m really just a plumber. I move money from one pipe to another pipe. But instead of wrenches and sprockets or whatever, I use charm. Its pretty easy if you ask me. Imagine if you could just tell water where it already wanted to go. You’re water’s best pal. Nah. It was those nerds in the basement, the spreadsheet guys that figured out how to expense shit so the IRS couldn’t get ya. Those were the fuckers who really dove in. 

What got you using regularly? 

Same shit as everyone else. Makes the job easier. 

How so?

You can feel the money in their pocket. Its like, I dunno how to describe it. Its like…Its like, a turd sitting in a hammock. You can feel how the money bends everything around it. You can see it, smell it. You can hear it over the phone. You can’t ignore it. Shit is nuts. You take enough, and its like you can’t see anything else. Or. No. Its like…You see that you don’t need to see anything else. Money is everything. You’re money. I’m money. Its all just rivers of money flowing through everything. 

By 1973 you were a regular user yes?

Regular makes it sound normal. But yeah I know what you mean. “Regular user.”  76 was the sweet spot. The drugs were good, but the regulators hadn’t stepped up yet. You and some buddies could set up in a club bathroom with nothing but a blindfold and a pile. You ever seen a stock floor with a headfull of that fancy government shit? 

Would you like to discuss the raid? 

No. Not really. 

I understand you were the only one in a sub-emmanation state when Hypnoregulators arrived on the scene. 

I don't want to talk about it. 

Very well then, my associate will be happy to take you to prison as per the agreement you signed. 

Alright alright, Christ. 

Please. In your own words. 

From what I understand, you pulled spade outta bed. Got a confession and everything that morning. 9 fuckin AM, and 200 IRS agents come busting in the doors. I was in the bathroom seeing shit. It's marble lined, lots gold filigree. All that jazz. Special made. Listen. I'm serious about the stock floor shit. Whatever you guys have, it's different than what we had back then. I mean, the shit was still cut with cocaine. A stock floor wasn't a stock floor, it was like…

The raid, please. 

I'm getting to it! You gotta know this shit okay? I need you to understand what you goons fuckin wrecked. It was perfect okay? A garden of Eden . Ripe fruit. Everything just works. You don't have to worry about shit. You're a hunter, a killer, the great fuckin god pan, and the floor is your field of delights. It's like being a beating heart, like being struck by lightning. You can feel the sun in your pocket, and how it's all flowing through everything. And then you fucks showed up. 

It was cold. I felt it first. Like I just threw the biggest party, and mom and dad were coming home early. But you know what I saw? You know those Chinese dragon dancers? Or, lions, or whatever they are? You know how there's two guys in the costume? I saw a dragon, a beast with eyes like the sun, teeth dripping gold, a bunch of IRS suits holding its pelt on their shoulders like you carry your baby home. 

Your statement alluded to some additional information. 

Yeah…there was something else… I dunno how to describe it. The fuckin…eyes, like the sun. Thats how you feel when you're on this shit. You're seein’ gold. I looked into the dragons eyes, and it's like, it's like I saw me. Like I was the dragon, and I was looking at me. Or…no. I was the sun. I was looking at myself. It was like, in that moment I knew something. I learned something. 

What exactly is that?

I dunno. It doesn't fit into words. But like. You aren't regulating shit. 

I'm sorry? 

Yeah. All this shit. The dragon. The field. The dancers. It's all just the sun. 

[raayllum]

FROM 2. 0. 2. 2.

TWENTY-TWENTY-TWO

2022

CHAT WTHHHHHHH I'M GENUINELY SHAKING-

Oh it goes back even further than that (though I'm glad you enjoyed "i care if i am guilty," Burrs and I had a lot of fun writing it!). I think the earliest I'd put "Callum realizes Rayla is his one deep truth (and connects to the Moon arcanum)" in a fic was actually my first CHET based fic from Nov 2020!

Callum’s hand settles on the strap of his satchel. He thinks he’s going to be sick. The moon is bright over their heads. Rayla’s voice rings in his ears. I’m the weak one. That’s why people die. That’s why Viren is still out there. All I do is hurt people... You are the strongest person I know. I—I’m not worth it... You can live without me. He looks up at the moon for a moment and closes his eyes. Just for a second. He can’t prove her right. His gaze is hard as it lowers back down to Claudia’s level. The sky arcanum had been fresh air after drowning, barrelling over his senses. The moon arcanum is quieter, as it clicks into place, nestled somewhere behind his heart and in between his ribs. Lujanne had said it was all about appearances—he keeps his face calm, masking the storm inside—but really, it was about the truth all along.  Callum takes the cube out of his bag and holds it out to Claudia as proof, before stowing it away, his jaw clenched.  Because the truth, as it turns out, isn’t true. It doesn’t matter if the truth is objective or real or not. If it’s requited or returned or deserved or not. Its definition goes beyond that; the truth is what it pertains to you. What matters most. What always will. Your south star when everything else changes. The moon’s phases may change from dark to light, but they are still always the moon. That is what it means to love. “Take me to her,” Callum says tersely. Because how could he choose anything else? 

So the fact that 1) the one truth epiphany happened in s6, 2) Callum had to accept that maybe Rayla would never change and decided to love her anyway in S4, 3) connecting to the moon arcanum is seriously on the table for S7, and 4) the connection could also happen in the same season he's going to play into Aaravos' hands likely with said cube is very funny to me. Bonus points if rather than in fic where he connects and then plays into Aaravos' hands, it's the inversion I've been hoping for for a while now of Callum playing into Aaravos' hands and then breaking free/connecting

[rhenuvee]

Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with HSR Men

Warnings: ugly villager slander, established relationship (can be platonic or romantic)

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Argenti: Your fellow knight of beauty grows quite fond of the game, immediately finding the freedom of creativity in decoration endearing. He always gives you compliments on your OOTD, and takes screenshots whenever you design a new area on your island. Argenti gave himself the gardening job- spending his bells on red rose seeds. He gets proficient in following the flower guide, and is very proud of himself if he ever gets a golden rose on your island. He loves the villagers, finding them each very cute, and even beauty in the "ugly" villagers. "Did you see the villagers wearing the red rose on their head? I must say I am flattered they love it so much. Though, I am more happy that they appreciate the beauty of our island." He enjoys documenting the beautiful places in your island with photos <3

Aventurine: From the beginning he points out the fact that Tom Nook is a capitalist, which makes you roll your eyes thinking he thinks this game is silly. However, it is quite the opposite as it doesn't take him long to get out of his home loan debt and is somehow extremely lucky. It's unfair to you that he could just log in on any given day and have the best deal for turnips. However because you are his favourite he says he’s willing to buy you whatever you want, he guesses. He happens to be able to catch rare species like the Coelacanth, and it infuriates you but you really can't be if it's helping the museum. "445 bells per turnip, sounds like music to my ears~" "What's that? You want this violin? Well I guess I could spare you a few bells... is one million okay?"

Blade: Let's not kid ourselves here- it takes a lot of convincing and help from Silver Wolf to get him to even be in the presence of Animal Crossing. He says he would much rather stand and look at the wall (SW: "You already do that everyday"). Eventually he sits himself next to you, and listens to your giddy rambling about what to do in the game while he puts on a serious face not saying anything. After the preliminary tutorial/startup gameplay, he finally says, “…why is this rat harassing me for money.” However, the loans aren't the worst but the villagers chasing him down are. He purposely ignores them and grumbles when you tell him to answer ):/. He prefers to watch you play, but because he sees you smile and laugh at his sarcastic comments, he thinks it's not so bad.

Boothill: He's definitely down to try it out, but he ends up being a bit of a troll. He doesn't really mind cute/ugly villagers, until he judges them for what they say. “That’s right, (y/n) did catch all those fish.” “Did he just ask me if he could call me Muffin.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOTTA PAY ANOTHER LOAN?!!?” Yeah… he quickly feels the grindy-ness, complaining that Tom Nook was working him like a forkin’ dog. A little bit of comical rage, but he won’t lie he is enjoying it. He also asks if there are any guns and he is disappointed, so he opts for the net. He's a little rough and rowdy, but he does it in style. That being said, he 100% spends his extra bells on a cowboy outfit.

Dan Heng: He agrees instantly- aw :(. He knows you (and March) have been begging him to play. He’s is fairly good at it- gets out of the tent quickly, masters catching creatures, a nicely organized house… He’s quite resourceful too, chopping down trees and going to mystery islands to farm the heck out of it. The villagers love him, both of you often seeing them run to him with the little sparkly flowers. And even though he's normally serious, you can't help but fawn over how sweet he is with the villagers. "...She wants to call me Shmoopy, do I-" "YES." Villagers asking him to catch a fish? He's immediately on it. He remembers their names and treats them like real people :(

Dr. Ratio: "Is it educational?" Bro is such a nerd. You deadpan at him, and sass him for expecting this to be IXL or something. He is also one to get through the tutorial part easily. You expected him to be overly critical of the game, but he finds appreciation in the museum: both the creatures and the art. Is it a farfetched idea that I think he'd know how to tell the reals and fakes right off the bat? "Do you really think Da Vinci spilled coffee on his work?" At least it saves you the troubles of wasting your bells and getting a fake. I think your island would not be a mess, and would have at least a few statues (you know the ones) which add his touch to it.

Gallagher: Honestly he's happy as long as he gets a little area for himself. Kind of a wild card this one- somehow calm and chaotic at the same time, and it's puzzling because how is he doing such weird things with a straight face? Trolls the villagers quite a bit (he's lucky ACNH villagers are nice) by hitting them with a net (just once though) and giving them different catchphrases every time they ask. "Why is Bob saying 'spaghettini' at the end of his sentences?" "Um, because I thought it'd be funny? Also I'm kinda hungry so-" "Gallagher ):/" Despite the randomness, he is wholesome at times. He is also one to compliment your new outfit, and stargaze with you on the new area you decorated.

Gepard: He's busy so you weren't expecting too much from him, but he takes pride in having a well-rounded island. He gets so excited when he catches a new species that you don't have yet- what a cutie. Also goes full throttle when there's a bug-off or fishing tourney. Despite being a video game, I feel like there will be some way he messes up taking care of plants. The flowers overgrow, the turnips rot, and he doesn't understand why the trees aren't growing? But with some tips from you along with your island designing skills, your island rank moves up and he is BEAMING. "Zucker asked about you." "...he did?" "Mhm, he asked how you were doing, and said he saw you laying out pathways on the island."

Jing Yuan: He finds it so cute when you ask him to play. Lowkey like Blade where he likes watching your happy expressions when playing. He's happy that this game provides him a way to relax while not getting bored. Secretly an enjoyer of villager drama: "Wolfgang wants to apologize to Audie with this present. What happens if I don't deliver it?" "Again? Ah, just give it to her quickly." "...what if I don't." "...Jing Yuan." Oddly I feel like he'd enjoy the group stretching (what an old man), and encourages you to join. Like the "Dozing General" he is, there will be times when he's inactive and gets the bed head.

Luocha: You weren't expecting him to enjoy the game, but he's surprisingly willing to be resourceful. His storage is full of materials, which you scold him for because this is the reason for his empty undecorated house. But he always has things you need so you can't exactly complain. Also one to be pretty smart with managing bells and resources, able to maximize their worth. When the island gets visitors like Label or Flick, he has items ready. "Luocha... where did you get that coat?" "This? It's a designer piece, from Miss Label." I'd say he does have a sense of beauty in design, so thankfully your island is gorgeous.

Sampo: Sympathizes with Redd like a true scammer. "Aw look, he just needs a bit of money to get started... he even gave us a 'cousin's discount'." However, a rivalry starts with Redd when Sampo's first art piece turned out to be fake (scammer gets scammed moment). He asks if he can be the salesman that he's supposed to be. When villagers run up to him to offer bells for an item he has, he accepts thinking it'll get him a deal along the way. Unfortunately friendship gets you nowhere in terms of home loans. I'd say he's pretty good with the turnip stonks, so there's a balance. Also TRASH ISLAND. I'm sorry, but your man is a hoarder, "But what if I need this?" (Literally me.)

Welt: When you ask him to play he asks why the animals are crossing. He finds the style and characters are so cute, and he can see why you enjoy it. This is definitely a way he gets in touch with his "youthful" side. He loves the creative freedom in the game, even getting indecisive about how to design your island, and thinking of what outfit to wear. He once made a simple t-shirt for fun, but was surprised when he saw a villager wearing it. It'd be so cute and funny when he learns new emotes- and he just spams them with a straight face. Not gameplay related, but I feel like in his free time he'd draw you both in villager form <3.

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[serukaiz]

Please do nerd!baji (let’s pretend he’s good at school) with popular!reader like them sneaking around to fuck and stuff

sneakin’ off.

syn ;; there’s some kind of tension between you and a certain raven-haired boy in college. however will you resolve it?

WARNINGS: bullying-ish, keisuke falls for you and tries to suppress it at the start, he’s a little mean but goes so soft for you after the first time, public sex!!!, creampies, p in v, strength kink (?), dacryphilia, sadism to an extent, slutshaming, FEELINGS!!, he wants to wife you up.

ⓘ : i genuinely didn’t know what to write him as in this because i physically cannot envision goody-two-shoes kei. there are so many things i wanted to add for this but i just don’t have the energy.

NOT PROOFREAD! this is also pretty short.

you’ve been the most loved girl at school for a year now— everybody fawned over you since the moment you transferred. it started on your very first day, how cute you looked with that sparkly lipgloss of yours, your hair, how lovely you smelled, and it’s not just ‘cause you’re a pretty face, either. you’re pretty on the inside, too. all sweet, and nice, and generous. you’re polite even to the ugly boys who think they’ve got a chance with you! good luck finding that in common with the other popular girls.

you’re so charismatic that even the toughest boys in school are wrapped around your finger, just ‘cause you give them that gorgeous smile of yours every time you pass by them in the hallway. you remember that time you bumped into some delinquent, books falling everywhere and both of you scrambling to get your pens back into your adorably decorated pencil case. he was so hellbent on fixing his mistake that he forgot his own supplies in the process! that was pretty cute.

but of course, there’s always one person who didn’t fall victim to your charms. 

this one boy, all dark and tall and serious. 

he’s a nerd, unpopular in pretty much every aspect, refuses to socialise or make friends. he’s bigger than you by a bit, broad-shouldered with arms that could very well bulge out of the sleeves of his blazer. he has this stupidly deep voice and permanently scary face that drives you insane. and god, when he opens his mouth, you get a glimpse of fangs that totally complement his thick eyebrows and half-lidded brown eyes. usually they’re hidden behind an obnoxious pair of glasses that he doesn’t even need. atleast they go along with that nauseatingly tight, slicked back ponytail he’s constantly sporting. not to mention the colour and wavy texture of his hair, silky ‘n long and darker than the black ink of the pen he uses to jot down notes in the most unreadable handwriting. what? of course you don’t pay attention to pointless shit like that, it was just an observation, that’s all.

his name’s keisuke baji or something like that.

he’s so well-built and good looking, it’s a shame he’s such an uninteresting asshole who’s got the worst style in the whole school. seriously, even a trashbag would be better than the weird nerdy get-up he’s got going on. it’s like he’s trying to make himself appear more try-hard-ish. 

it’s not your fault your thighs rub against each other when he’s speaking up in class andhis long legs are parted in a stereotypical manspread, lap open and practically inviting you to get on ‘n ride him to your heart’s content. ugh.

you’re not even sure if ‘nerd’ is fitting for him, ‘cause atleast nerds have their own groups and they’re smart. keisuke? he’s got shit grades and he’s alone almost all the time, except for that adorable boy with the blond undercut who’s always following him around. keisuke isn’t even a nerd— he’s a loser. yeah, that’s what he is.

he’s just so annoying, acts like he’s better than everyone, treats you like you’re some fucking gnat. who does he think he is, not even bothering to look at you when you flash him that signature sugary grin of yours in the hallway? he’s lucky you even acknowledge his existence!

you’re trying not to do that very thing anymore, though. acknowledging his existence.

you try to forget him and dish back the same indifferent energy he always has around you, but it’s not quite convincing when you both know fuck well he’s the one you’re thinking of when your fingers are knuckle-deep inside your cunny in the middle of the night. keisuke, keisuke, keisuke. 

stupid fucking keisuke.

you don’t even get why you’re so attracted to him. sure, he’s pretty, and he’s got muscle, but nothing’s even special about him. not the way that he walks, the way that he talks, or the way he undresses you with his gaze every time you’re around.. there might be a semblance of something akin to giddiness when his burning glare is set on you, but it doesn’t matter. he’s still the same asshole who forgets your existence as soon as you’re out of sight.

that’s what you think, atleast. what’s actually going on is that he cannot stand how you look and act like you’ve been sent from heaven by the gods themselves, made just to torment him until he goes crazier than he already is.

he’s gone in deep with you. you don’t see it at all, considering how your very presence seems to reinforce the walls he’s put up to shield himself from being pleasant, but he wants you. bad.

he likes the way your hair bounces with every step, that annoying jingle of the millions of trinkets you’ve got on your bag and your pencil case, the sweet scent of your perfume, that obnoxious sparkly lipgloss you’re always fucking wearing. he’s seen it stain everything you press your mouth to.

he wonders often how it’d look staining his dick, too. 

that’s a fantasy he often has when he’s in the bathroom on campus, hand curled around his length, pretending it’s not the callouses of his own palm but the pretty, well-cared for skin of yours. soft lips wrapped around his cock, widened eyes watering with how he’d hit the back of your throat, fuck, he knows you’ll struggle, he’ll relish each and every single one of your gags and meek moans, force himself deeper—

ah, fuck. there goes the aftershock of his orgasm, thick globs of semen dropping onto his palm before he could leave evidence. he needs to do something about it— this whole situation. he isn’t sure how much longer he can handle fucking his fist and pretending it’s you.

he tells himself to just forget about you, continue pretending like you don’t exist because you somehow managed to weaken him to the point he can barely get through class without getting a hard-on. he’s whipped, that’s all there is to say.

you’re in a similar predicament too, though. no man has ever driven you this mad, made you crave validation this much. the entire campus would bend over backwards for you but you just want keisuke, something you smack yourself for thinking every time considering he’s the only person who gives you barely a drop of attention.

things finally take a turn when one day, by pure coincidence— you found yourselves in a unisex bathroom after a very, very annoying slew of debates and disorganised lectures earlier. he was frustrated and so were you. him mostly because you kept yapping and wearing a miniskirt that practically could’ve been your underwear, you because he didn’t acknowledge your skimpy outfit at. all. barely even a glance. that’s what you thought, atleast.

neither of you could keep your mouth shut, not until he accidentally crowded you against the wall and your underwear began to feel a little too damp for comfort. you squished your thighs together, but that stupidly short miniskirt of yours, the one with your ass practically hanging out, didn’t do shit to hide your locked legs.

“fuckin’ christ. all you do is goddamn yap, yap, yap—“ he runs a hand down his face, “anybody ever tell you to shut up?”

your eyes widen. “don’t fucking talk to me like that! as if you weren’t bitching your mouth off either!”

“‘least i don’t yip nonstop, hopin’ i can spread my legs and fuck myself out of any situation.” he gives you a pointed glance, sharp teeth gnashed in a sneer.

“are you serious? you’re slut-shaming me, you asshole? i’m just being myself, it isn’t my fault people actually wanna be around me, unlike you!”

you don’t even register what’s happening until your back meets the cold tile of the bathroom wall, and a tall raven-headed man’s glaring down at you as if you owe him money.

his gaze darkens when it lands on your thighs, his tongue licks over his fangs like a fucking predator.

“real big talk comin’ from the chick who’s squeezin’ her thighs like she’s got something hidden.”

“wh— i’m not!” 

you back yourself up further. he doesn’t allow the distance to grow.

“yeah you fuckin’ are,” he growls, stalking closer. his big hands suddenly fist at the hem of your skirt. “lemme see.”

“baji!” you shriek, trying in vain to shove him off. he clicks his tongue.

“‘s keisuke,” is all he says, correcting you.

in an instant, your skirt is flipped up all the way, baring your panties to his greedy caramel eyes. his other palm lays firm on your thigh and he pries your legs apart forcefully, ignoring your scream.

“you actually this wet after i cussed you out like that?”

“keisuke—!”

he doesn’t tear his gaze away from that wet spot for a second. “fuck.” he scoffs, and snakes his hand your thigh, slipping his thumb into your inner thigh, then your soaked panties. 

what’s really fucking funny is the reason both of you went into this bathroom was to be alone so you could relieve the stress between your legs caused by each other— fate has funny ways, doesn’t it?

it’s from then on something sets off between the two of you.

the eyefucking got a lot more intense. so did the actual fucking.

both of you would sneak off during lectures, making some flimsy excuse to get away from your friends, being painfully awkward around each other when people were in the room. how could you both act now? be nice? that’d be weird, everyone knows there was always some sort of tension between you and keisuke— it’s kind of difficult to get back to ignoring each other knowing keisuke’s the same boy who held you up in a full nelson and creampied you in the janitor’s closet.

yeah, he did that. you vividly remember it.

muscular arms supporting your thighs with not an ounce of effort, that aching feeling of his dick piercing your insides and making your poor cunny cry along with you. it was just so overwhelming, being bent in half like that while he mercilessly bounced you up and down on his cock, having a man as good as him penetrate you with such strength. he isn’t like any you’ve had before.

“kei!” you sob, and he buries his nose into the back of your hair almost affectionately.

“i know, i know, pretty,” he strains, cussing when he feels your hole clench around him. his scarred arms readjust you, you feel your tits being crushed by your own thighs. who would’ve thought you could be this flexible? “c’mon, you can take it. just a little longer.”

he’s such an enigma. saying such reassuring words while he’s pounding you into a void state.

what made the whole thing even more thrilling was the fact that someone did walk by— it was none other than baji’s most loyal follower, chifuyu, who was asked by the professor to look for you two since you were taking so long. he bolted the instant he heard you wail out his ex-captain’s nickname, running right back to class and lying with a face coloured a lighter red than the blood you’d occasionally draw from keisuke’s forearm when he had to shut you up while fucking you.

you know the entire thing is a terrible idea. a fake-frenemies-with-benefits situation, it’s destined to go wrong, and you should act on that knowledge, but it’s like you get possessed by your clit every time keisuke’s around. i mean— just look at him. one wanting look at you from him and you’re a goner, you can’t help melting into his arms every time he picks you up or pins you down and brings you to the highest cliffs of pleasure. his tongue is just so long inside your pussy, his fingers are so thick and his cock is all too snug when he’s inside you. and how he talks you through the whole thing, god, you could ride that bastard for days. 

it’s a near perfect match, how you feel about him, he feels that way too — to an extent. he’s not nearly as nervous as you are. he’s a hundred percent sure he wants to make you his— his girl, his sweetheart, his wife when you’re both stable. how’s he supposed to feel nothing toward you when you look like that, when fat tears are rolling down your puffy cheeks as he obliterates you into the mattress? when your pussy’s fluttering around him like it needs him, and he knows it does? when your thighs are so soft around his head as he devours your abused hole, fingers so deft but shaky raking through and tugging at his midnight locks? when your voice has been shrunken to a cracked whisper of his name, everything about you drives him mad.

you’ve got a feeling none of it will end well, but keisuke’s going to make sure it won’t end at all.

© all rights reserved. 𓏲ּ🍒

[thatartiststudios]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Uhhhhh, hard choice, but I'll just do five of the ones I've been listening to the most lately

1. The Kids Aren't Alright—Fall Out Boy

2. End Of Time—Alan Walker

3. Fallin' (Adrenaline)—Why Don't We

4. Eat Your Young—Hozier

5. Just Like You—Alec Benjamin

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

@a-very-sparkly-nerd this is SO late, for which I apologize, but here's the rayllum fic I promised you back in February!! I know I've already written a proposal fic, but the idea for this took such a firm hold of me that I knew I had to write it. I hope you like it!

Callum spends most of his birthday wishing he could go back in time and tell his seventeen-year-old self what a difference a year could make. Could he ever have imagined last year, so full of loneliness and grief, that he’d be ending his next birthday with a stomach full of moonberry-filled jelly tarts and a throat sore from laughter? That he wouldn’t have to spend his party with one eye on Ezran because he knew that when he turned to find his brother, he’d be waiting, alive and well? That at the end of the night, he would stand on his balcony and look out at the moon with Rayla’s hand in his?

Eighteen years old, and Callum already has almost everything he would have wished for. He takes it as a good sign. 

Then, as if on cue, Rayla asks, “are you ready for your gift?”

“I don’t know,” he teases. “I’m not sure anything could beat the glow toad Soren sewed. If it doesn’t have an unsettling amount of teeth, I’m not sure I want it.”

Rayla rolls her eyes, and Callum kisses her head. “All right, all right. I’m ready.”

Rayla smiles, reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a small box, placing it in Callum’s hand. It almost looks like her fingers are shaking, but she pulls them back before he can get a good look. 

With a flourish, Callum pulls the string and lifts the lid. 

“Oh, Rayla. It’s beautiful.” He pulls the gleaming ring from the box, holding it up to the moon, the milky gem in its center reflecting the light in a dazzling kaleidoscope of colors. “Is that a moon opal?”

“Yes.”

There’s something weird in Rayla’s voice, something tight. Callum glances at her, and okay: with the amount of time he’s spent taking her in over the years, he kind of thought he’d seen every expression her face could make. Apparently not.

“I love it, Rayla. Really.”

“Okay.”

He slides the ring onto his finger. She keeps looking at him.

“Is… is that a yes?” She asks finally.

“What do you— wait. Wait.” Callum’s stomach lurches. He wonders if he might throw up, but like, in a good way. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Yes! Don’t humans do that with rings?”

“We do! We do, it’s just— I wasn’t expecting it. I kind of thought you were waiting for me to ask you.”

“Well, I was. But then I started thinking about your birthday and how I left on it three years ago… and I kept thinking, I want to make this one special. To make up for that.” She says it all in one breath and has to pause, gasping for air. When she does manage to catch her breath, her next words come slower. “And Callum… you’re it for me. You’re the one. I’ve always known that. So today felt like the right day to prove it to you. To show that I’m never going to leave you again. Whether we have one year or seven or a hundred left, I want to spend as much of that time as I can with you.”

Callum can’t take it anymore— he surges forwards and tackles her in a hug, spinning her around and around the balcony before pulling her into a kiss. 

“Yes,” he breathes, minutes or hours later, when they finally pull apart. “Absolutely yes.”

[sagegreenfrogs]

If Arc 3 gets greenlit I'm imagining a Sorvus side-plot where Ezran has given Terry a secret mission to get the two idiots to realise they love each other, and Terry is just getting increasingly more and more frustrated

Because Terry's like, very in tune with his heart/emotions - he probably knew there was something deeper with him and Claudia early on. So Sorvus being so oblivious is equally painful and endearing to him

Think something like this:

Ezran: "Thanks for briefing me on your latest search mission to find my dad. You're all dismissed. Terry? Can we chat for a bit?"

*Once Terry and Ezran are alone*

Ezran: "How's your other mission going?"

Terry: "Awful, King Ezran. I orchestrated a private moonlit picnic for them, and the whole time they were debating who'd be better in a scavenger hunt!"

Ezran: "Were they making those faces they do when the other isn't looking?"

Terry: "YES! It took everything I had in me to not burst out of the bushes and tell Corvus that he'd be much better at scavenger hunts if he didn't keep getting lost in Soren's eyes."

LMAOOOOOOO this is amazing

all I can say is @a-very-sparkly-nerd and I have plans in the making.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters favorite Chappell roan looks part 1

guess who found this stupid list again I keep forgetting I do these things. spoiler warning this is ooc and very bad. I did most of this at 3-5 am so get ready for sleep deprived writing. part 2

Leo's is 100% this look from the 2024 VMAs. You tell me he wouldn't absolutely adore the edits of her saying "not me bitch" he would actually say "zoo wee mama" unironically okay

Percy's is this from the album cover for the rise and fall of a Midwest princess photo shoot both because of how it has an intense feeling of being out a place and because it's BLUE! Also he likes the lighting of the photo

Pipers is the marching band outfit from the hot to go music video

Jason fav is the butterfly look from Coachella 2024 

Hazel is absolutely obsessed with the tiny desk concert look and I agree because OH MY GODS. Hazel loves the layering of the hair, and that there's a trash bag in Chappells hair. Her favorite part about the whole outfit is the socks but the little butterfly clip in Chappells hair is so cute to Hazel. 

Annabeths favorite is the Statue of Liberty look from the governors ball yes it might be because she's an architecture nerd but also she's a bi disaster mkay

Franks is the white swan look from Jimmy Fallon. He will scream the bridge to good luck babe even tho he's a man and he will BLAST THAT SHIT TOO. 

Grover's fav look is when she was on the comment section podcast. It's whimsical and cute and he adores it. Also he supports Chappell roan 100% on the boundaries she set bc SHE IS A PERSON BE NICE YALL ☹️ he's a Chappell defender for life 

Drews favorite is the casual mv dress (whoa sapphic drew anyone???) let's just say she had a "situationship" thing and now I wanna write angst anyways FUCKED YOU IN THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WENT TO DINNERRR

Katie loves the giver outfit. The plaid is something that Katie can't NOT love okay. The curls and whole country vibe really get her 

Lit loved the taxi dress. he recognizes cunt when he sees it and he cracks up at the green paint 

Nyssa loves the snl look but specifically with the hat the hats important okay. I think a kid of Hephaestus would really like this outfit bc of the rope things and um idk how to describe it you know what I mean tho okay 

Blitz absolutely adore the pink pony club outfit from chappells performance on snl. The seamless white dress that sparkles and looks like literal heaven is something that can't be hated by someone who loves fashion as much as blitz does. He loves the stripe of white in chappells wig and the bow on the side of her waist. Really the whole outfit is incredibly and he will not hesitate to tell you 

Georgie likes this look from either one of chappells tours or from when she opened for Olivia Rodrigo I cant remember but she loves the tassels (?) and the shininess and everything about it. This is the outfit an 8 year old would adore

Alabasters fav is this magician look from a photo shoot that I can't the remember the name of. Maybe a little cliche but shush

Ethan's favorite is this incredibly look that I have no idea what to call or where it's from. All I know is that Chappell is serving all sorts of things and Ethan agrees with me okay I'm literally Rick himself 

Shels favorite is the snl look but without the hat. She likes the waist pieces she says they look like butterflies and she really likes the slick back look of her hair and then the curls messy in the back. It's a vibe. 

Sams favorite is the look Chappell had on Sabrina carpenters Christmas special A Nonsense Christmas. There's two pics because I absolutely adore this look. She's so elegant wtf.

Lavinias favorite is the dress Chappell had on when she was invited to perform with Olivias Rodrigo at one of her concerts. It's pink it's flowery it's sparkly, what more could you ask for? 

Cecil would've tried to recreate this makeup look and he would've failed miserably. The tights really pull this outfit together. The neck ruffle, the flowers in her hair. Cecil loves everything about it.  

Calypsos favorite look is the Marie ann look with the wig because a) it absolutely eats and even this 6000 year old girl can recognize an icon and b) calypsos a sucker for the flower embroidery on the front 

Gwen would've loved this like I don't know anything about her but she feels like the kinda gal to be obsessed with marriage culture and not in a "I wanna get married and have a big beautiful wedding" way I mean a "I know every aspect of this, good and bad, and am willing to be the backbone of the failing society" way 

Rip Lou Ellen you would've loved kaleidoscope. Rick can you give Lou a book and then make her a tragic lesbian I would love that please and thank you. Also the freaking star clips in this outfit are fiahkajda. Btw this is chappells kaleidoscope outfit and yes it's lous fav and it's beautiful. 

paolos fav is the angel look. Basic? maybe. but stunning? yes

Zoes fav is this blue cowboy look. It's shiny and she likes the color blue. Also the sparkles kinda look like stars... whoa who said that whattt

Bianca's fav is this wonderful look that is glitching and the backgrounds gone my phone is about to explode I apologize. The detail on this is insane. The tassels hanging from every end, the points and curves that really give it that alternative and crazy look. Rip Bianca you wouldve loved the subway.  

Dionysus but Mr D specifically. He's a queer icon and he loves the other queer icons as well. This outfit from the guts would tour film premiere is his favorite  because of many reason. First is the red mesh the entire dress is made off. Chappells whole red aesthetic really does remind me of red wine and shit and also I'm just grasping for ways to connect this to Mr d so bear with me. Also the flowers on the dress are so freaking pretty usgajfjwhwh love those. The black boots contrast great with the rest of the outfit and I know Mr d would like that detail. Also the fact that her tits are almost out. yes Dionysus wouldve love you yes Chappell get it girl I love you

Luke's favorite is this look. I don't know where it's from but I think this reminds Luke of his mom. Maybe his mom liked animal print idk I just like this outfit

Junipers fav is this one and I also don't know where it's from. It's a simpler outfit than others but it's so adorable and juniper would love chappells aesthetic okay like juniper would be the biggest fan of California I just KNOW

and that's all I have. of course there's so many more looks and characters so if I missed anyone or a look you like feel free to request it I am bored out of my mind rn

part 2