#anyone have any places to go for good pose references?

[quibbs126]

Here’s a random assortment of drawings I did

So first I drew an older Lucy/Abbigail, because in some of my previous scenarios where she’s involved (and she and her father reunite) she’s supposed to be older, so I just tried my hand at that

Next I decided to draw Des (yes that’s supposed to be him; not sure I’ve explained but basically after AL he fakes Sycamore’s death and so he’s changed his appearance to hide his identity) with a small Aurea, mostly because I remembered she existed again

I think I’m getting better at drawing child proportions next to adults

Then I drew Rachel and Des hugging, because I think it would be nice to see them reunite. Granted I don’t know what circumstances would allow this, Des finally dying, resurrection Azran magic bringing Rachel back from the dead, just a dream, whatever you decide, I just want it to happen. I imagine that unlike his father, whom he has at best mixed/complicated feelings towards, Des does genuinely miss his mother and would want to see her again. And I feel like Rachel would try to comfort her son after everything he’s been through

To be honest, I kind of wanted to stop drawing there, but I still had half a page empty, so I did more

Next, something I thought up some time ago, so I said that Aurea becomes an Interpol agent, though to be honest I might end up changing that. I think I really only gave her that occupation because it was ironic given that Des was a criminal? And I’m not sure that’s the profession that a reincarnated Aurora should have. Also, both of Layton’s kids already solve crimes, I don’t think we need another one. But anyways going back to this, I remembered that Hilda was part of Interpol, and that given Aurea’s likely age at the time of LBMR/LMJ, if she were a member she likely wouldn’t be very experienced yet, so why not have Hilda essentially work as Aurea’s mentor? In this scene Aurea’s supposed to be bringing coffee, though it looks more like she’s inspecting one of them to me. Ah well, whichever interpretation you like more

I like to imagine Hilda comes over to the Mystery Room and is like, “look Al, I got my own Lucy now”

And then finally I drew original Aurora, mostly because I needed to fill the empty space, and also because I don’t think I’ve drawn her before

But yeah

[mewtwoandme]

I was hoping this would all blow over, but since it's continuing to happen, now with people attacking other artists of the commewnity. I'm putting out my two fucking cents! Cause this whole art/character theft and pointing fingers, who stole what from who bullshit it driving me up the fucking wall!!

Long story short, it started with me and one other blog whose name I won't mention publicly. Despite the horrible light they tried to paint me in, I don't want anyone going to this person and ganging up on them. This person had some serious bitterness towards more "popular" artists and claimed that I've made characters similar to theirs and once used a pose they apparently used before (which was a very common pose, considering it was a reference from the game version of mega Y). Since then, they had desperately tried to conjure up evidence, narrowing down to the most miniscule detail how I've been stealing from them when I hadn't even known their blog existed until I was forcefully thrown into that unnecessary drama with the unhinged call-out posts they've made. With this being said, I'd like to point out that they never came to me or addressed this concern with me in the first place. They had every opportunity to privately DM me if they had suspected I was "stealing," but no, simply because they already made up their mind that I was a thief, that was a good enough reason to lack common fucking sense and decency, making what should have been a private issue public, going on to villainize and dehumanize me. And apparently, it hasn't stopped with me either, cause recently I've been seeing other artists in the community having to deal with this where people are being white knights on high horses, pointing fingers on how one artist's mewtwo looks "the same" if not "totally identical" as another artist's mewtwo. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence. But what makes me disgusted is that since TC's post, apparently it's had the opposite effect on some people and they're hopping on this blame bandwagon like it's some damn media trend!!!

This is NOT okay! Nothing about this kind of behavior is funny! It's upsetting to all of us. We dont need you causing problems where there isn't any, thinking you're doing us a favor! The majority of us are adults for gods sake! We are old enough where we don't need other people coming to us being tattle tails saying this person did this and that. That's what little children do! If you suspect any form of theft, I think I speak for ALL creators in this commewnity that we'd prefer you DM us privately saying something like "Hey, I think this person is copying you, might wanna look into it." And if possible, provide a link to the art in question, for which we would kindly thank you for making us aware and we'll handle it ourselves from there. Just a brief, yet SIMPLE interaction...that's all we ask!!! Don't even come at me with "Well, it's scary attempting to talk to an artist that's well known." Or dare I say ~pOpUlAr~ If you claim that taking the first step to send me a quick DM makes you nervous, yet you have no problem making public call outs in posts or asks, belittling and degrading what could actually be innocent artists doing nothing wrong, literally leaving yourself open to all kinds of comments and opinions from all kinds of people....I'm sorry but your anxiety isn't as bad as you say it is then, if being rude and ignorant in a public post/ask is easier for you. If you come to us, shaming someone else who 9/10 probably isn't doing anything wrong, thinking you'll be in our good graces for doing so, sorry, you're not going to be told, "Good job!" with a pat on the back and given a lollipop! You're just being an asshole.

Quick reality check for everyone who's made it this far before I end this train wreck of a rant:

People can have similar ideas that coincide with one another! There's only so much you can do when a whole community is focused around drawing the same character! We mainly draw mewtwos and mews, you're bound to find a plethora of similar colors, patterns, and designs because of it! Creativity only goes so far when trying to stay true to a character and not stray too far. It's not a crime to take inspiration from other artists' characters, we actually encourage this! It makes us feel good that you liked something we've done and you want to incorporate it into your own designs! It makes us happy that we inspired you! The line is crossed when someone does a literal copy/paste of a character down to the exact detail, and they call it their own original creation. That my friends is what stealing actually is!

[thebettybook]

The hunter who reached for the star

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Characters: OPLA (One Piece Live Action) Roronoa Zoro x Straw-Hat-Crew-Member!gn!reader. This fic is written in Zoro’s point of view

Summary: Reader gets an idea to draw portraits of the Straw Hat crew. While the other crew members make the portrait sessions fun and chaotic, Zoro takes it as a chance to spend more time with Reader

Warnings: Mild cursing from Zoro. Sanji cheekily references the “draw me like one of your French girls” line from Titanic for laughs. Other than that, all fluff

Strawbetty’s notes: Y’all were so sweet with my OPLA Zoro crush headcanons post so here’s a oneshot as my thanks :)🫶

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Zoro sat at the far right end of the tiny dining table in the Going Merry’s kitchen. Despite being surrounded by his fellow Straw Hats, Zoro had his eyes closed and his arms loosely crossed in front of his torso.

Like at most mealtimes, the other crew members were far too engaged in their lively chatter and harmless bickering to notice that Zoro was trying to sleep.

Instead of dozing off, Zoro could only think about the conversation he had with you last night—how the two of you, both unable to fall asleep, gazed up at the stars.

Every word, every sensation, replayed in his mind—from the midnight waves that lulled the ship to the way his name softly rolled off your tongue like a siren’s song—

“Zoro.”

He heard you call his name at the table, pulling him from his recollections. His thin, dark eyelashes fluttered, but he didn’t crack his eyes open. He was too tired to do so.

“Zoroooo!” Luffy stretched his neck from his seat at the head of the table to the end of the table where Zoro sat. The captain didn't hesitate to place his mouth right next to Zoro's left ear. “WAKE UP!”

Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed just a bit as Luffy’s voice pierced his ears. The stoic swordsman opened his eyes, his brown orbs glittering with annoyance. “I’m awake.”

Luffy cackled before snapping his head back in place and turning his attention back to his breakfast of potato bacon soup with a loaf of bread.

“Good morning, Zoro,” your smile, albeit sheepish, eased Zoro’s fatigue a bit. “We were talking about how it would be nice to have official portraits of ourselves, so I offered to draw everyone’s portraits after we all finish eating.”

“I’ll practice my poses!” Usopp chimed in, comically pursing his lips and sucking in his cheekbones to appear like a model. “You know what I always say, if I didn’t join this crew, I would’ve been a model by now.”

“Sure you would’ve,” Zoro couldn’t help but respond with his usual sarcasm, earning him an offended look amped up for dramatics from Usopp.

“Would you like to have your portrait drawn, too, Zoro?” You leaned forward with your elbows resting on the table, giving him a hopeful smile.

Even though Zoro didn’t really care for having his portrait done, and even though he would usually say “no” at any given chance to anyone concerning anything, there was no way Zoro could say “no” to you.

Plus, you drawing his portrait would mean the two of you would get to spend more quality time together. No way would Zoro pass up that chance.

“Mm,” Zoro answered, his voice rumbling an octave lower due to his drowsiness. “I’ll go last.”

Despite Zoro’s nonchalant attitude, his heartbeat quickened when he saw your smile widen.

— — — — —

The setting you chose was a blue-and-white-striped seating area between two rectangular ivory windows in the main room that provided the area with ample lighting from the sun outside.

Zoro watched you pull up a chair a few feet away in front of the seating area for you to sit on while you would draw your portraits. As you placed your drawing papers and pencils on the pool table next to you, Zoro made his way to the far corner of the room to rest on a cushioned bench underneath a circular window.

With one leg propped up, Zoro shifted to get comfortable on the bench and rested his left arm across his torso.

Finally. Zoro shut his eyes, but his ears couldn't shut out the voices of everyone around him.

The first person you drew was Luffy, who would ask you a fleet of questions like “What do you think we’re gonna see at the next island?” or “Wanna know about the craziest dream I had last night?”.

As much as Zoro was (endearingly) used to Luffy’s enthusiasm by now, Zoro contemplated leaving to get some peace and quiet in his own room. He was about to open his eyes and do so before he heard your laugh.

“Luffy! Stop changing your face!” You giggled at how Luffy stretched his mouth out a mile wide.

“What? I’m trying to give you the biggest smile I can!” Luffy’s words jumbled together with his mouth still wide open, only making you laugh more.

That melodic laugh of yours was one Zoro could listen to all day and night no matter how tired he was. He continued to sit on the bench, but his eyes were now open and fixed on you and the rest of the crew around you.

The next person you drew was Usopp, who kept twisting and turning his face and body in hopes of looking like a supermodel.

“Just relax, Usopp,” you chuckled, putting your pencil down.

“I can’t relax,” Usopp threw his head back dramatically. “I’m Usopp, Supermodel of the Seven Seas. Make sure to get both of my good sides.”

Pfft. Zoro let out an amused huff under his breath at the same time you rolled your eyes at Usopp, who simply shot you a cheesy grin.

After Usopp was Sanji, who took off his pink chef’s apron from making brunch to don his usual black suit blazer over a striped blue dress shirt and black pants.

The first thing Sanji did was lay sideways on the couch with his body facing towards you. He propped an elbow up and rested the side of his head on his palm.

“Draw me like one of your French girls,” the cheeky chef winked at you, snickering at his own playfulness that betrayed his flirty facade.

“If you say that again, I’m throwing you overboard with nothing to save you but a door to float on,” you threatened, but you couldn’t help but cackle.

Your portrait session with Sanji couldn’t end soon enough. Zoro felt his usual mild annoyance towards the cook grow as he watched you and Sanji exchange popular references like they were your and Sanji���s inside jokes.

Luckily for Zoro, in a matter of minutes, you finished Sanji’s portrait and began drawing Nami. The Straw Hat’s navigator sat straight with perfect posture, and donned a sincere smile that softened her usual serious expression.

While Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji already had their portraits done, they stayed to hang out. The three of them pulled up chairs to the pool table, each taking one of your extra drawing papers and pencils to draw something of their own.

Luffy and Usopp’s eyes were fixed on their papers. Zoro guessed with a small smile that Luffy was probably drawing something food-related while Usopp was probably drawing himself.

Sanji, on the other hand, had his gaze fixed on Nami. Sanji was skilled and swift with his pencil strokes as he was with a chef’s knife, and anyone who looked at him at that moment would see a smile of genuine admiration on his face as he studied Nami.

Zoro turned his attention from the others back to you. He noted the way your gaze would shift between your paper and Nami as you sketched her.

He also noticed the slight pout your lips formed when you were completely in your element, focused on capturing the subject onto your paper.

The six of you fell into comfortable silence, and Zoro chose not to make any large movements as he basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun that glimmered into the room through the windows.

It was a rare moment like this where the entire crew was together in one room, not laughing or bickering or talking, but simply enjoying each other’s presence.

— — — — —

Zoro didn’t hesitate to get off the bench and make his way over to you once you handed Nami her portrait. He rotated one of his arms, trying to get out any kinks from his shoulder blades.

Unfortunately for Zoro, Sanji was the first to notice him.

“Looks like someone didn’t get enough beauty sleep in time for his portrait,” Sanji teased, earning a mild glare from Zoro.

The rest of the crew chortled in good nature, and before Zoro could respond with a biting comeback, you blurted out, “Zoro always looks good, though.”

Zoro barely had time to register what you just said, even when you covered your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

Sanji, Usopp, and Nami quickly displayed all-knowing smirks on their faces, while Luffy piped up, “Sanji, I’m hungry and I wanna eat a snack.”

Zoro subtly sucked in the inside of his right cheek to stop himself from smiling at your statement right then and there. If he smiled, he’d never hear the end of it from the others.

“Ok, everyone who’s had their portraits done, out,” you turned your back to the crew, fumbling with your pencils and papers on the pool table. “And yes, go eat snacks or something.”

“Ok!” Nami, Usopp, Sanji, and Luffy all saluted you at the same time. The first three shared a mischievous look before all four of them skedaddled out of the room.

Once they all left, Zoro’s lips eased into the smallest of soft smiles as he made his way to stand next to you.

Zoro couldn’t decide between saying “Hey” or “What’s up?” to sound cool now that the two of you were alone, so he bent down slightly, peering at the portraits you drew of Luffy, Usopp, and Sanji that they had forgotten to take with them.

Zoro didn’t know much about art, nor did he have much of an eye for it, but even he could tell you were good at it. His eyes followed the charcoal lines of the three crew members’ features—Luffy’s scar, Usopp’s dimples, and Sanji’s stubble—and how perfectly you captured them on paper.

“Nice,” Zoro murmured. His eyes moved up from the portraits to you, only to find your eyes already on him.

“Thanks,” you gave him a grateful smile, fiddling with the pencil between your fingers.

“Where do you want me to be?” Zoro straightened up, but his eyes never left yours.

“You can sit right there between the windows,” you broke his gaze and pointed to the spot.

Zoro nodded, going over to the seating area between the two windows. He removed his three swords from the leather strap at his hips to sit down.

Instead of placing his swords to the side or on the floor, Zoro wrapped his right arm around his swords, his bicep flexing as he did so.

In his natural sitting position, Zoro sat up straight, his posture perfect from years of training as a swordsman. However, he wanted to appear casual, so he rested his left leg over his right and put his left hand in his pant pocket.

“Can you draw my swords, too?” Zoro’s eyes flicked back to yours.

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled, plopping down onto your chair with a blank piece of paper and your pencil ready.

Zoro then noticed the charcoal pencil smudges that caked your fingertips. He realized that throughout all the portrait sessions, you never once took a break.

He cleared his throat. “You should take a break.”

“What for?” Your eyebrows lifted in confusion.

“Just noticed you haven’t taken a break since you began drawing us,” Zoro stated. His tone came out flat but the way his eyes softened at you conveyed his care. “Go drink some water, or wash your hands, or something.”

Zoro didn’t realize that he probably sounded more blunt than he meant to, but your eyes only flew down to your hands.

“I’m good, but thank you for thinking of me,” you cracked a huge smile. “Actually, wanna hear a fun fact about me?”

Zoro nodded. He found himself curious that you didn’t wipe away or wash off the pencil smudges on your hands yet.

“I like keeping pencil smudges on my fingers until I’m done with a drawing or an art project,” you gently rubbed one of your fingertips, but the charcoal smudges remained. “It’s like marks that show I put my best effort into what I drew.”

“I get it,” Zoro glanced down at his left palm, which had hardened over the years from calluses he gained from swordsman training. “That’s how I feel about my calluses.”

He couldn’t contain a chuckle when you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes widening with intrigue as he held out his left palm to you.

The skin of his palm was rough, battered with Zoro’s badges of honor that were his calluses. He never really looked at his calluses much, but the way you marveled at them like the stars you marveled at last night made Zoro’s chest puff up a bit with pride.

“Very cool,” you grinned, leaning back in your seat. “Are you ready to get your portrait drawn, Roronoa Zoro with the cool hand calluses?”

An easy laugh escaped Zoro’s lips as he sat up a bit and repositioned his hands to his former pose. “Yep.”

You turned your focus to your paper and pencil, and your head tilted downwards a bit as you brought your pencil down to the paper.

Before you could begin your sketching, Zoro racked his brain for anything witty or funny to say, not wanting to waste the opportunity of having this alone time with you.

“Don’t get my bad side,” Zoro joked, but his words accidentally came out as serious with the stoic expression he kept for his portrait pose.

“You don’t even have a bad side,” you murmured without hesitation, your eyes still fixed on the paper as you began drawing him.

Zoro’s lips broke into the widest grin he had on all day. He turned his head to the right in an effort to hide his flustered expression, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from turning upwards and his eyebrows from lifting.

“Shit,” Zoro mumbled as low as he could, but his growing smile and movements utterly betrayed him.

“Ack, Zoro! Don’t move!” You grumbled at him.

Zoro hid his face in his right shoulder. Both of his shoulders shook as he let out a hearty laugh.

“I’ll never get your portrait done at this rate,” you huffed.

“Good,” Zoro replied with nonchalant defiance. He turned his face back towards you, peeking at you from underneath his eyelashes as you turned your gaze back to your paper.

Zoro’s eyes first saw how the sunlight hit your face, how the gold flecks of light saturated your irises and illuminated every imperfection on your face he thought was perfect.

If Zoro could draw half as well as you could, he wouldn’t hesitate to draw you right then and there.

He wasn’t the artist, but here he was, studying you—taking in every upward quirk of your lips, every back-and-forth of your gaze from your paper to him, every movement you made—and trying his best to capture them all with the sharp pencil that was his memory.

It was only the two of you in the room, and you were only a few feet away in front of him, but Zoro couldn’t help but feel that you were so far away from him.

With the comfortable silence between you two, Zoro’s mind filled with the conversation he had with you last night.

— — — — —

“That’s Orion’s Belt,” you had pointed up to a constellation made of three stars last night. “Those three bright stars.”

Zoro turned his eyes up to follow your finger. “Who’s Orion?”

“Supposedly a demigod huntsman who passed and was placed up in the stars,” you hummed. “Wait, you’re kinda like Orion! With being a former pirate HUNTER and having THREE swords.”

Zoro brought his gaze back down from the stars to you.

“That’s a reach,” he scoffed. Zoro took a leisurely step back, the wooden floorboard of the Going Merry creaking a bit under the weight of his boots.

A crooked smirk glimmered on his face as he reached his hand up to the direction of Orion to humor you. “Literally.”

You chuckled, playfully nudging his shoulder. “Really? I thought there wasn’t anything Roronoa Zoro couldn’t do. Even reach for the stars.”

He wasn’t one to care for fluffy words or compliments, but your comment—and the way you spoke with such faith and confidence in him—sparked meteor showers in Zoro’s heart.

Zoro tried to avoid touching the back of his ears, which grew as hot as the stars. He shifted his body to rest his palms against the polished wooden railing of the Going Merry.

“Why do people like looking at things that are far away?” His eyebrows furrowed up at the stars in an attempt to change the subject.

“I think it’s because since the stars are so far away, all anyone can do is look at them and try to draw them,” you gazed up at the sky. “To capture that moment of seeing something that feels so far away from you but is so beautiful that you can’t help but want it near you.”

— — — — —

Zoro remembered not really understanding your words last night about people’s fascination with stars.

He didn’t get why people would yearn for something they couldn’t have.

Now, watching you as you drew him in daylight, Zoro understood what you meant.

You were physically near him a lot, bright and warm like a star he found himself wanting to get closer to, only to be reminded of the possibility that seemed as wide as a light-year that you might not feel the same.

He was lucky and he wasn’t. He could admire you up close but he had to keep his romantic feelings for you at bay.

Wait, scratch that.

Zoro was never one to believe in luck.

At his core, he was one to never back down from a challenge—to fight for what he wanted.

He didn’t know how you felt about him other than you regarded him as a close friend like he did with you, so there was a possibility he could get rejected.

Thus, Zoro’s pride from not wanting to get hurt prevented him from outright asking you right then and there if you liked him, too.

For now, Zoro would fight his pride with every chance he could get to spend more time with you—to build up his courage to confess his feelings to you someday.

To reach for the star.

And if that meant moving and messing up during this portrait session to lengthen his time with you, he’d do it again and again.

Zoro bided his time before he decided to part his lips.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled.

“What is?” You inquired, not stopping your hand with the pencil.

“A star,” Zoro didn’t hesitate to answer, knowing his reply was so bizarre it would get your attention.

And it did, as your eyebrows scrunched together and your head flew to the sides to look for a star outside the windows or one that miraculously appeared near you and Zoro somehow.

“Which one? And where?”

A genuine chuckle escaped from his lips, turning your eyes back to his. He hoped his next words would anchor your attention on him.

“The one right in front of me.”

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[theavianlady]

...tw? Tw.

TW: Gore, Blood, Injury, uh...Pain and Sadness-

@psychologicalwarclaire

Ha ha! Tis I! I was the anon!

(Cue dramatic exclamations of disbelief)

Ahem. Tis the anniversary of Spider's Web with Strings Attached, and I wanted to make something! Go and read the fic if you haven't already; it's incredible.

Lots of ramblings and other versions under the cut (if anyone wants to see any other parts with or without different lighting and stuff that I didn't include, just let me know; I'm happy to share).

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This is the first (almost) completely original thing I've drawn digitally! Poses are really hard for me, so I'm super proud of this. No tracing, only references!

...so. Many. References.

Except for the bricks, which I'm not counting, because bricks are scary. And the chains. I used a brush. Chains are scary too.

I started July 28th, and then spent almost 40 hours across various canvases planning, experimenting, and actually working on this. Not including research. It took me absolutely forever, but I regret nothing.

Except for the fact that I spent over 6 hours just shading bricks. I didn't even draw them! I took a pattern for the grooves from google and filled it with black, (rotated and edited for some variance in their cells), and then did the red lighting and some shadows you can't even really see. For 6 hours.

I tried to draw their spider brooches many times, but I could not get them to look right (especially from a side angle), so I gave up. Let's all just pretend they're there until I come back later. Eventually. Maybe. Oh, and Leo's chains. At the time of posting, I really just want to get this up and posted, so they're not shaded, but again, I might do it later.

I wanted to have this set when they're both in their separate cells, right after Viper was, uh...in the cell with Leo. So, Donnie is all stitched up and healing, while Leo is...not doing great (not certain about the timeline, because I'm paranoid about everything, so it's probably fine). But, I wanted to convey what happened to Donnie, so I drew that weird glowing spine thing to indicate some kind of mystic healing something. I don't even know.

It didn't turn out as well as I wanted it too, but I'm probably biased. Because there was so much gore on Leo's side, Donnie's looked boring. I couldn't figure out how to do the lighting. The values could be better. It could do with more time spent on the shadows. Etc, etc. I'm a perfectionist.

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Uh, in order of posting, behold!

1. Big version.

2. Big version without lighting (except on the bricks) or Japanese characters.

3. Close up of magic spine representation thing because I'm proud of it.

4. Close up of gore-covered-Leo because I'm also proud of that. I have never drawn such...messy gore before.

Fun fact, the group of layers all of that was on is called "Bad Stuff".

5. Close up of Donnie's shell stitches without the spine thing, because I worked hard on those. It was also pretty tricky, because I couldn't find any references for large stitched wounds. Only open ones. If anyone knows any good places for references like that, t'would be greatly appreciated.

Also, they don't usually stitch puncture wounds, because it could trap infection, but I feel like with something so large and deep as dragon teeth it would be necessary? So I tried to include those.

But also, would they just stitch the skin in such deep wounds? Is there still a gaping hole under the skin? Do they also stitch muscles with the dissolvable sutures or something? I'm like, going to go to med-school just so I can draw more accurate wounds and stitches and stuff.

6. Close up of Leo without the gore because he's pretty and I'm really proud of the plastron. And the right forearm armour piece. I couldn't get the other ones to look as nice, much to my dismay.

The Japanese characters write out to Omae wa hitoribocchi da, which translates to You are alone. I think. Google Translate says it's You are all alone, but translation services that I trust slightly more, like Reverso.net and ChatGPT (the most reliable of sources, I know) just say You are alone.

Omae is the equivalent of anata, for those familiar with Anata wa hitori janai. They both mean you, but omae is more...condescending, from what I can tell. Informal and rough, often used to express disdain or superiority.

Wa indicates that anata or omae are the subject of the sentence.

Hitori is present in both, meaning alone, though from what I can see, hitoribocchi is more...desolate and painful. It's a more emotional term for being alone.

Janai kind of means is not, or are not, while da is just like...closing the sentence. A firm, declarative ending particle.

I tried to paste the actual Japanese characters from different translation services (I am not fighting with using a keyboard from another language), but Tumblr wouldn't let me. Boo. So, you can all suffer with my English-Japanese. Also, don't trust anything I say. I'm learning Japanese on Duolingo, but I've only just started and it gets way more complicated. So, pretty much anything I just said could be wrong. I just did a lot of research.

If anyone does speak Japanese, and knows a better way to convey this, please tell me. I crave knowledge and accuracy.

I should get like, a personal human translator. No AI or program can truly understand a language like its people. Especially comparing Japanese and English. From what I've learned, there are a lot of words that could be translated many ways, depending on exact feel. It's complicated, and I'm scared to get farther into Duolingo's course.

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I also just discovered yesterday that today is also the anniversary of the Rise Movie, so yay! Happy Anniversary to the movie that literally changed my life. And Curly, you're awesome. It's authors like you keeping this fandom alive, so thank you!

[666writingcafe]

Trouble's Brewing

Michael

My heart's pounding as I walk up the steps of the mausoleum and approach the glowing white orb floating inches above the marble pedestal. By the time I kneel in front of it, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have failed you. I will accept whatever punishment you see fit."

"Worry not, my child." His voice echos inside my head. "I should have known they would not come willingly. Were you at least able to gather information while you were down there?"

"I was. There are members of the House of Lords that are less than pleased with the prince's decisions regarding them."

"How many?"

"Roughly 25%, including those in the upper part of the House."

"That is excellent news. We only need two of them to activate the Rembandy Accord." A chill runs up my spine. That accord hasn't been used in millennia, and never in a situation like this one.

But it would be foolish of me to question Father, so I try to block out those doubts before He can sense them.

"May I ask who our representatives will be?" I ask.

"You will be one of them. I still have to decide on the second. Is it true that none of the other Seraphim helped you?"

"It is. I had to ask Simeon for assistance." He sighs.

"I imagine his loyalty is still divided. Sometimes I wonder if I have been too generous with him." My stomach sinks.

"Then again, based on your reports, he has been doing what he is told lately, even if he has reservations about it," He adds. "That is more than I can say about them."

"I believe he is trying to set a good example for Luke. Placing a young, impressionable angel under his care seems to have ensured his cooperation."

"How wonderful. Continue keeping an eye on him and reporting on his activities." He pauses. "Is there anything else you would like to inform me about?" I take a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves.

"They have an attendant," I respond once I feel calm enough to speak. "Their name is Zephyr. I do not trust them. They appear unassuming, and yet whenever we were in the same room, I was on edge. I wanted to put as much distance between us as possible, but their presence was either requested or required by the prince beforehand, so I had to remain where I was as to not cause a scene."

"Are you able to articulate what about this particular demon made you feel this way?"

"They are hiding something. They know a lot more than they are letting on. I am not sure about the breadth or depth of their knowledge, but what I can tell you is that they saw through my illusion the moment they set eyes on me."

"How do you know?"

"They seem to possess the power of telepathy. When I shook their hand, I could hear their voice in my mind."

"What did they say?"

"You're not Raphael." He hums, clearly curious.

"Perhaps they have met him before."

"I thought that was the case, but it is not. Simeon and Luke are the first angels Zephyr has ever met. Plus, none of the other demons saw through the illusion, not even the prince. Any suspicions they might have had were directed towards the brothers being allowed to return here."

"You always have been good at blending in the shadows," He remarks. "That brings me to your next assignment."

"I am ready, Father."

"Good. I want you to return to the Devildom. Make sure your presence there is unknown, even to your brothers and sisters. Document everything you can about Zephyr and report your findings straight to me. They may pose a threat to us, so we must be prepared to take action against them if necessary."

"What about the Accord?"

"For now, leave that to me. I will let you know when I am ready for you to play your part in its execution. Just focus on gathering as much information on Zephyr as you can. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Father." He really is worried. He never refers to anyone by their name, let alone repeatedly. He even calls the most powerful demons and humans by their titles, whether it's "the prince's butler" or "the witty sorcerer".

So why the sudden change? What makes Zephyr stand out that much to Him?

I suppose I'll just have to find out for myself, won't I?

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[flyingwargle]

the sendai frogs are in the studio, dressed in their uniforms and gear, as if they’re headed for a match, except the adversaries they face are hair and make-up, interns that direct their poses, and camera flashes bright enough to make anyone go blind.

tsukishima watches his teammates while leaning against the wall. kyoutani is beneath the spotlight, uniform blending into the green screen, looking more and more aggravated as interns move him to test different poses and angles. when he’s finally ready, a blinding shutter encapsulates the studio. kyoutani remains stiff as the photographer reviews the shot, then gives him a thumbs-up. he slouches away, and koganegawa takes his place.

“this is a waste of time.” he grabs his water bottle and squeezes the life out of it. “why do we need to do this?” tsukishima shrugs in reply. even though they’re a div. 2 team, they aren’t immune to publicity, especially if they were asked by the city museum to help promote the volleyball exhibition starting next month. tsukishima would’ve convinced his seniors otherwise, but as a junior, his words barely have any influence.

koganegawa is posed to be in mid-set, hands over his head, fingers wrapped in sports tape. he has a wide grin on his face, eyes sparkling like the camera flash that threatens to blind them. the photographer only needs a few shots before he’s done, and soon, it’s tsukishima’s turn.

he loops his sport glasses around his head and follows the intern to the green screen. all his teammates were posed in accordance with their positions, and he expects the same treatment as his fellow middle blocker: arms over his head, pretending to loom over an imaginary net. instead, he’s given a book – more specifically, the exhibition guide printed for patrons, the same one that he put together at work. “tsukishima-san, my idea for you is to read this while you’re positioned to block a volleyball,” the photographer tells him. “you don’t even need to look at the camera, just look at the text.”

well, that’s easy enough. he lets the interns angle him and position his arms. the guide just happens to be open to the introductory paragraph to the sendai frogs. he pretends to read, tries not to blink as the camera shutters go off. the photographer snaps a few more before he’s done, and he rejoins koganegawa and kyoutani.

“i wish i got a cool pose like yours,” koganegawa grumbles. “they said they’ll photoshop a volleyball in. why not just let me set an actual one?”

“you’ll break their equipment.” tsukishima slides his regular glasses back on. “i hope they don’t put it around where i live. i don’t want to see my face in public.” kyoutani nods in agreement.

“they’ll definitely put it around the museum,” koganegawa points out. “you’ll see it there.”

“i’ll pretend not to notice.”

their captain calls for them, and they gather to thank the studio for their help before changing into casual wear. the team heads out for food, and tsukishima is more than happy to put the studio behind him – hopefully for good.

--

the advertisements appear around sendai a week later, and the team’s group chat is filled with pictures of them. many depict their captain, nishimura, or their ace, kato. a crew installs banners and other promotional art inside the museum’s lobby and exterior, and by the month’s end, the exhibition is open to the public.

tsukishima trails behind yamaguchi and yachi, unamused that he has to visit his workplace on a rare day off. old banners for the v. league hang from the ceiling, with players like miya, kageyama, and bokuto appearing on more than one. the display cases have donated memorabilia from various teams and athletes, such as trophies and plaques, court shoes and volleyballs, and old uniforms.

“tsukki! come take a look at this!”

he already knows what yamaguchi is referring to. the hallway leading to the main exhibition is decorated with advertisements that feature the sendai frogs, starting with their captain and ace. kyoutani is depicted in mid-spike, volleyball photoshopped in. koganegawa is in mid-set, eyes fierce and long fingers curved around the ball. then, there’s tsukishima.

the editing was done well, he must admit. the net is phased out in front of his face, volleyball glancing off his outstretched arm, the museum guide opened in the other. the caption reads, “read blocking is key to any victory!” no, tsukishima didn’t come up with it, or he would’ve gone with something else.

yamaguchi has his phone out. “you’re famous!”

“shut up, yamaguchi.”

“sorry, tsukki! yachi, can you help me take a photo?”

she happily obliges and tsukishima rolls his eyes. he ducks his head when he hears whispers behind him, notices a few glances in his direction. why did he agree to come, again? damn hinata and kageyama for not being able to make it because of practice.

“what part of the exhibit were you in charge of?” yachi asks him.

“i just helped put everything together.” tsukishima pauses. “well, there is one section that i did work on. it’s near the back.”

away from the crowds around the v. league displays, tucked in the corner, is a small display for local high school volleyball teams. team photos for aoba johsai and niiyama girls, the most recent miyagi representatives for the spring tournament, are shown, along with a collage of photos of other teams – karasuno in action against shiratorizawa; dateko’s iron wall against jouzenji; wakunan against kakugawa, and so on. inside the display case is a medal and team photo. his friends recognize it instantly.

“wow,” yamaguchi breaths. “is that…?”

tsukishima nods. “i’ll get it back after the exhibition ends. thought it’d save my coworker the trouble of calling alumni to ask for donations when i could do it.”

“we have to call everyone to come!” yachi says excitedly. “they’ll be so excited to see it!”

tsukishima turns away from them, looking down at the medal. he isn’t sure if he should be offended that it’s considered an antique now, when the match against shiratorizawa in their first year still feels fresh in his mind. it’s both a symbol of growth and determination – growth for how far he’s come, determination for anyone who walks by and sees it, fueled with strength to stand on the orange court for themselves.

he can only imagine how much further he’ll grow, somewhat eager to see where the future will take him.

--

inspiration: this fanart of tsukki's read block <3

[dollhog]

Can you possibly expand on the type of alchemy/ sex magick? Such as potions or spells that directly help with putting on plot of weight? I’ve always wanted to get more info regarding spells or incantations that help with weight gain. Don’t worry I’m looking for reference for myself and personal use. Anyway I love your blog and thankful for any insight 🖤

Feedee weight gain ritual from a theistic Satanist and herbal alchemist. 200 lbs gained in 15 months

The response on my post regarding weight gain and witchcraft has been incredible! So here’s some information on how I’ve gone about my weight gain rituals in the past. Please be aware that this is not for the uninitiated, results will vary depending on your methods. At the end of the post, I provide names of the demonic divine and herbal correspondences best suited for this working. This is thoroughly intended for you to customise to your liking!

Cross small bones (chicken leg bones will work) and bind them together tightly with the red yarn. This is your doll’s skeleton. Wrap fabric around the outside of your doll, bind with red yarn while retaining the humanoid/cross shape. This does not need to look pretty, but it must roughly resemble a person in crucifixion pose. The bones symbolise your skeletal system, the yarn symbolises your nervous system, and the fabric symbolises skin and fat. Consecrate it with a drop of your blood. Take your chosen herbal mixture and mix with melted lard, pour this over your doll. Wrap and tie more fabric to the midsection of your doll overtop of the lard and herbs to “fatten” it.

Take a piece of paper, write your name and date of birth. Then the amount of weight you intend to gain over what period of time. And the sigil of whoever you’re working under. Burn the paper in a small dish. Add a herbal oil of your choosing to the ashes and dress your candle with the mixture. Dress your candle with saliva and cum. Drip the candle on your doll, then on the areas of your body you want to gain the most weight. This will sting, but it will not hurt nor leave a burn. Close the ritual and remove the wax from yourself. Sleep with the doll beside your bed.

In the coming days, repeat the process of dripping the lard and herbs, wrapping the doll and dripping the wax over you and it until you are satisfied with the doll’s “weight gain”. Leave offerings as curtesy to the demonic force aiding you every time you repeat the cycle. Hard liquor, tobacco/cigars, blood, nice chocolate, etc. Keep the doll in a place hidden from anything or anyone that could interfere. Dispose of it at the crossroads with a good offering when you have gained your desired amount of weight.

Some sex magick ingredients:

* Damiana

* Kava kava

* Radish

* Marshmallow root

* Chilli

* Rose

* Crowfoot

* Dried apple

* Basil

* Tuberose

* Nutmeg

* Blowball

* Ginseng

* Fig seeds

* Blood root

* Holly

* Coriander

* Dill

* Violet

* Jasmine

* Senna

* Cacao

* Endive

* Vanilla

* Peach

* Dried apricot

* Devil’s bone root

* Mint

* Mandrake

* Adam and Eve root

* Orange peel

* Savoury

* Devil’s bit

* Mugwort

* Brown sugar

* Daffodil

* Cherry bark

* Hibiscus

* Garlic

* Maple

* Caraway

* Ylang ylang

* Lemongrass

* Cardamom

* Chestnut

* Clove

* Spikenard

Lust and gluttony demons:

* Asmodeus

* Lilith

* Sytry

* Beelzebub

* Incubi/Succubi

This is obviously not for the uninitiated, if you don’t know how to contact a demon respectfully and you don’t know how to control, manipulate and transmute energy, it has high chance of going horribly wrong. If you insist on doing it regardless, at the very least do your own research.

[excali8ur]

How did you get so good at drawing? And do you have any tips??? (Pls I'm a beginner help)

Honestly dude you never get good at art. It's sweet that people like my stuff but I still feel like most of it sucks and I think that's sort of an inherent part of drawing lmao. You've just gotta decide to keep doing it anyway because it matters to you

I do have a few tips for improving your technical drawing though:

Do figure sketching. If you can go to in-person life drawing classes that's great, and there'll usually be at least a few running if you live in a city/big town, but you can do it online too. Here are some websites I use: Line of Action / SketchDaily / Quick Poses. Try drawing with different lengths of time (so start with poses appearing for 30 seconds, then move up to 1 minute, then 2, then 5, then 10). Also don't feel too bad if the first few times you try it and the sketches don't turn out quite right or the proportions get messed up or you run out of time. It's part of the process & you'll improve the longer you keep at it. Just try to use longer & messier lines and don't focus on the details until you have basic shapes blocked out. (This is literally what I tell anyone who asks me for art advice because it's about the only drawing exercise I ever deliberately do lmao)

Draw real life subjects and not just from photos- it's more challenging but helps you develop your observation & sketching skills. This includes still life and landscapes/architecture as well as living things btw

Use references as much as you can. I suck at this but it'll genuinely make you improve faster if you do lmao. You can find loads of references on Google or DeviantArt but I also have some specific places I get them from: JookpubStock / Fat Photo Ref (requires registering but I can verify they're legit) / AdorkaStock / Teamwarchicken (actually my blog that I use for collecting images)

When you're learning to shade remember that you're shading a 3 dimensional object, and try to avoid just doing shading around the very edges of things. Same goes for highlights.

Try drawing in different styles and subjects you don't usually draw. If you can afford it try out different physical art materials too. It helps keep the art block at bay if nothing else lmao

Don't be a perfectionist. Learn to just say "good enough" and not obsess over mistakes. It's better to draw lots of slightly wonky things than one thing that you freaked out about getting perfect.

If anyone else has any other advice/resources then please add them! I do not know as much about art as people think I do hjfgjkhdf

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What could i do to help him if my gallifreyan has a hearts attack?

Disclaimer: This strategy is not suitable for humans. Follow the directions as stated by your human medical people: The Resuscitation Council UK - How to do CPR link

🚨 Immediate Actions for a Gallifreyan Hearts Attack

Secure the Scene: First, ensure the environment around you and your Gallifreyan friend is safe. Look out Daleks or any other environmental hazards that could pose additional threats.

Initial Response: Engage with your Gallifreyan friend by asking, 'How are you feeling?' and gently shake their shoulder while inquiring, 'Can you hear me?' This might help gauge their level of consciousness.

Seeking Bystander Assistance: When dealing with a Gallifreyan hearts issue, getting bystander help is key, but remember, a human ambulance won't cut it for their unique biology. If able, ask around for anyone with knowledge of alien medical care to assist, and direct others to help keep the area clear or communicate with specialised medical teams using any advanced tech you have. It’s all about finding the right support while ensuring everyone understands/remains unaware of the patient as a non-human.

Recognising Cardiac Arrest: Check for the two hearts' rhythm and normal breathing patterns. The absence of these signs indicates cardiac arrest, but if there's a pulse and they're breathing, proceed with a systematic ABCDE assessment.

Here are a normal set of life signs for reference.

Respiration Rate (breaths per minute) - 5-10

Supplemental Oxygen (cannula/mask etc. in use?) - No

Temperature (orally) - 15.1-19°C / 59.1-66.3°F

Systolic BP (top figure from blood pressure) - 151-240

Heart rate (individual) - 45-90

Level of consciousness - Alert

CPR Adaptation for Gallifreyans: If you suspect a cardiac arrest:

Perform 5 compressions over the left heart (from the patient's PoV), maintaining a depth of 5-6cm.

Switch and perform 5 compressions over the right heart (from the patient's PoV) with the same depth.

Administer 2 rescue breaths.

Keep this going until they have signs of consciousness or until medical help arrives. If you tire, find someone to swap out with to maintain good quality CPR.

Precordial Thump Strategy: If one heart seems to have stopped and you don't have a defibrillator, deliver two precordial thumps. One should be on the chest over the affected heart, and the other on the back, aligning with the heart. This method is slightly unconventional but might kickstart the heart again in urgent situations.

When Help Arrives: When Gallifreyan or similarly equipped medical responders arrive, provide them with a quick but comprehensive overview of the situation. Your actions and the information you've gathered can be crucial for the next steps in the patient's care.

🤖 Additional Tips

Stay Calm: Your calmness can help keep the Gallifreyan calm.

Telepathic Assistance: If you're skilled in telepathy, offering a soothing mental presence can help stabilise them.

Emergency Kit: Always keep a Gallifreyan medical kit nearby.

🚑 Post-Emergency Care

Once the immediate threat is over, following up with a specialised Gallifreyan medic is vital. Your Gallifreyan might need specific treatments to fully recover and prevent future incidents.

Remember, while these steps provide a general guide, each situation is unique. Always prioritise professional medical advice when available.

Related:

Gallifreyan Assessment Scoring System (GASS): Guide for assessing vital signs.

ABCDE Assessment: Guide for quickly assessing and treating a sick Gallifreyan.

Sepsis Emergency Response (SER): Guide for identifying and treating sepsis.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[callivich]

Gallavich Canon Divergent Prompts

Prompts for fics, headcanons, or discussion, art, etc. Interpret these however you like and feel free to use them as just a jumping off point, you don’t have to stick to the exact prompt! If any fics like any of these have already been written, please feel free to recommend them to me!

Mickey’s injured badly in 3x05 and ends up hospital rather than the Gallagher kitchen. As he’s unconscious, Ian is desperate to be able to stay with him. So, he accidentally refers to Mickey as his boyfriend and is allowed to stay in the hospital room. Ian’s hoping Mickey will allow him to help him as he heals but what will Mickey do when he wakes?

Ian doesn’t go straight to jail after blowing up the van, he ends up in hospital with burn injuries. When Mickey learns of this, he knows he’s going to have to turn himself in and cut a deal to somehow get back to Ian. But first…he’s gotta get back to Chicago and sneak in the hospital at least once, just to see if Ian’s ok.

Mickey gets out of jail quickly in s6 but doesn’t get back into contact with Ian. He comes up with a very lucrative money-making scam - he signs up to an escort company & poses as an escort on their app. Then when he meets up with men, he robs them and threatens to blackmail them if they report him. Somehow, Ian discovers Mickey on this app and he’s worried. He thinks Mickey is actually working as escort and he’s concerned. He creates a fake profile to try and see if Mickey’s ok and safe. But as they talk via the app, Mickey starts to like this new guy - he’s funny, good at sexting, kind - and he doesn’t know if he wants to rob this guy. What happens when they do meet up?

Mickey doesn’t think, he just runs - from his dad, from the wedding to Svetlana, from his whole fucked up life. Ian is devastated that Mickey has left but glad that he hasn’t gone through with the wedding. But he can’t let him go off like this. After months, he finally tracks him down - living in another city, under a different name, building a whole new life for himself. Ian thinks they finally have a chance of happiness together but Mickey is still scared and pushes him away….However, Ian’s never given up completely on Mickey so far, and he’s not going to start now.

S4. Ian is offered a opportunity that seems too good to be true by one of his regulars at the club - an apartment with discounted rent on the West Side. When he reconnects with Mickey, he’s excited about the deal and he wants to take it. Mickey, just glad to have found Ian, goes along with it…but is the apartment as good as it looks?

Ian never blows up the van, never becomes Gay Jesus. He does go through a difficult period. He struggles with his medication but slowly begins to get back to feeling like himself. He realises he needs Mickey. Without telling anyone, he decides to take a trip to Mexico - with no plan apart from seeing what it’s like there. It’s a big place, he’s never gonna find Mickey. He doesn’t expect to, he just wants to feel close to him. But then…he sees a familiar face…..or at least…he thinks he does.

Everything’s the same up to the middle of season two - when both the Gallagher and the Milkovich kids are taken into foster care. Ian and Mickey end up in the same foster home, separated from their siblings but both secretly pleased they’ve ended up together. Suddenly, they’re in a nice home with kind foster parents. Oh yeah, and they get to share a bedroom….

Terry, angry that Mickey is out of prison and living with Ian at the Gallagher house, kills Paula and frames Mickey. The police fall for it and arrest Mickey, who promises Ian he’s innocent. Ian believes Mickey but when the police don’t and it looks like Mickey’s going back to prison for a long time - Ian decides to play detective and find the real killer….

Ian really can’t sneak out from the group home in s3 and he has to turn down the sleepover. When Terry comes home early, Mickey realises he and Ian could have been caught. It puts a lot of things into perspective.

After their hookup in s1, Ian finds himself a little bit obsessed with Mickey. Which is why he’s secretly following him to the abandoned buildings. He expects Mickey to shoot cans or something but instead he spies him prying a brick out of the wall and pulling out a battered notebook. Later, when Mickey leaves, Ian goes and retrieves the notebook. In it, he finds drawings and notes - a journal of sorts. As their relationship progresses, he keeps secretly checking the notebook to find out Mickey’s true thoughts.

Post s6. Ian knows Mickey is out of jail but he hasn’t seen him. He keeps thinking he’ll run into him around the neighbourhood. The last place Ian expects to see Mickey is in the waiting room of his therapist’s office. Apparently a condition of Mickey’s release is therapy. It’s all awkward looks as Ian leaves and Mickey goes in. But slowly, they begin to reconnect….

S10. Ian has a good parole officer who gets him a receptionist/admin job at a private clinic on the West Side. It’s not exactly what he had in mind but he’ll take it. Only thing is, there’s a familiar face who works at the clinic - Ned. Mickey isn’t pleased with this but Ian wants to keep the job. But as time goes on, he starts to realise how bad his earlier relationship with Ned was….

3x05. Ian doesn’t think about the consequences when he sees the drunk lady with the shotgun. He just runs as fast as he can and tackles Mickey out of the way. And gets himself shot in the ass. Ian tries to play it off, to act like he would have done it for anyone. But that’s obviously not true. Mickey is in shock, not only seeing Ian get shot but knowing the reason why. It changes everything.

Ian is set on joining the army but a chance meeting with Clayton stops him. Although Clayton doesn’t know Ian well, he realises something is wrong and offers him a place to stay. Ian accepts and over time opens up to his biological father about his relationship with Mickey. Wanting to make up for all the lost years, Clayton decides to play matchmaker and find Mickey - hoping to bring him and Ian back together. But it’s not that easy.

They get married at city hall. And it’s all good. For a minute. An attempt on Mickey’s life by the cartel leads them into witness protection. They’re told it’ll be temporary but it’s not easy when they’re sent to a random town and given new identities. Can their new marriage survive all this drama?

More Gallavich prompts here

[cerestheinterdimensional]

Winners!!

It's quite scuffed but it took me awhile so I wanted to share it here!

keep reading for alts and explanations of the choices I made!

OK so first, Martyn's role was never an after thought, I always planned him to be "observing" the main picture because he isn't really in any duos, at least none that have made it to the end, also he's the only one in his lore who is being harassed by the Watchers!

Border: the poppies and lilacs are for grian and scar, they were actually the first characters I had in mind when I was first planning out this piece in my head! The snow is because of pearl freezing herself in double life, the crystal's because that just to seem most of people's thing for last life/winner scott.

Pearl: I was going to make her part dog and scott part cat, but cat didn't really fit him and I really liked the moth pearl designs I had seen so I made her a moth. I had decided I wanted to show the astronomical signs for the winners, and so I chose what is supposed to be a weird axe, mainly because I really liked people's moon scythes for her, however I wanted to incorporate her most infamous weapon.

Scott: The main "big" decision for him was to make his sign, the stars, an arrow mainly because I wanted him and pearl to parallel, and because of what might be his most infamous weapon.

Grian: I wanted him and scar to parallel so I decided that they would have poppies and lilac, just in different places. I made him birb because. I got the idea for his shawl mainly because of @cherrifire's thumbnail for the third life compilation and then I thought it would be a great place to put not only a sun reference, but a watcher reference.

Scar: I'm not sure how obvious but I gave him real tears while scott and pearl have fake ones, this is because pearl and scott are supposed to be more stain glass window esq and their tragedy for when they won was, quite obviously, a past season and scar's is from this very season. The reason he is even crying to begin with is because he finally is reunited with grian in the "winner's club". Grian isn't crying mainly because I'd say his character has "moved on" and is putting those days behind him so he can focus more on helping out the life members. decided to give his shawl my favorite of his signs proposed, the earth. Tbh I don't think there is a particular reason except for the fact that a few animatics convinced me and I like the aesthetic of it.

Martyn: while his role and pose in general wasn't an after thought, his sign was. I had gotten to his flat colors and was like "oh. shit.", as to my horror I realized I had forgotten to add any signs of, his sign so I just decided to throw it onto the back, had I not forgotten, it probably would have been an earing. Also I chose mars because that's the only one I've really heard for him, and because of the roman god war.

If anyone has read all this thank you so much 😭😭 overall I'm oddly conflicted with this piece because it was quite a lot for what I usually do and I think a good bit I did really well, at least for me, however I also think I rushed a few bits to much, especially martyn :/ oh well!

[lazaruspiss]

recently realized that dick had a relationships with all three of his rapists beyond one incident, like he lived with liu and eddie for a while, mirage posed as kori for an extended period of time and we really have no way of knowing how long he was with catalina, this creates a pattern of people that he knows betraying him and using him for their own gratification

which makes me think of his relationships with his family and friends rn, if one of them started crossing boundaries would he accept it? would he even have expected it? if babs didn’t hear him say wait one night would he know that it’s a mistake or would he think “ah, you too?”

like he loves his family and trusts them with his life but I don’t think he can trust them not to hurt him and that includes sexually, part of it is the constant paranoia that comes with being a vigilante for almost two decades and part of it is unprocessed trama but thinking anyone could start to abuse him probably isn’t good for his health or for his relationships lmao

oh for sure for sure!! im also fairly convinced dick would struggle seeing any of those incidents as rape. the liu incident doesn't meet the proper legal qualifications, he was at times blamed by his own team for what happened with mirage, and so much plays into the situation with catalina that im not sure he'd even be able to process it at all. the murder takes priority, and he'd see it more through a lense of him failing to save cat than him being assaulted.

dick wouldn't /want/ to have been assaulted, so i don't think he'd categorize any of that as rape. if others cross boundaries, he might justify/minimize it out of habit. less that he thinks anyone could/would abuse him, and more that he would never recognize harm done to him as abuse.

(some notes for those without context on some of the stuff being referred to!)

liu and eddie: there's a storyline in which dick runs away at 16 (or as he puts it, one month short of 17) and lives on his own. by which i mean, most likely homeless. he works as a dishwasher iirc. one day, his coworker recommends these people who take in teenaged runaways and offers them a place to stay. it's functionally a gang that uses cult recruitment tactics to manipulate teenagers into doing their bidding. the /they/ being liu and eddie. dick is just another kid, and doesnt realize what they're doing until he's already pretty deep in it. there's a fair amount of bonding and attachment, with liu and eddie showing him favoritism and singling him out in a way that makes them his primary support network. eventually this all leads to a sexual encounter between dick and liu. something worth noting: the age of consent in new jersey (where gotham is and where this story is set) is 16, and as it was a technically consensual encounter it is incredibly unlikely for it to be legally classified as rape/sexual assault.

mirage: ok imma be real u gotta ask someone else for this one. or maybe read the actual comics bc tumblr is a mess when looking for actually useful info.

catalina: ok!! ok... from my understanding there was originally going to be a full plotline about dick being in an abusive relationship with catalina, but it was rushed/cut short so that DC could put nightwing in a batman crossover event. classic. but dick had already been trying to mentor catalina for a decent while before she started abusing him. tried to /mentor/ her. her hurting him? to dick, it would likely feel like a reflection on him. that /he/ must have fucked up for her to end up doing something like that. it's left somewhat vague, but we don't have any reason to not believe cat continued to sexually abuse dick off page. we see her get him drunk and try to get him to sign marriage documents, she wants to /possess/ him. dick is incredibly dissociative throughout the aftermath, up until DC needed to force him out of his own story arc to hold daddy bat's hand. sorry lol

[curedeity]

Yooo!!!! Anyone wanna see all the assets I made for the first part of my hikaru visual novel!

First of all, I was honestly surprised by how few I had. Even then, theres a lot I wouldve wanted to put more effort into. Its good this is just a prologue then, as it let me figure out what worked for me

These are all six Hikaru sprites I made for this first part of the game. I really like all of them, except the angry sprite, which I struggled with the posing of (might try redrawing it). Her design was pretty simple, I went off the show pretty closely while changing a few of the colors slightly. I decided pretty early on not to shade my sprites, so I would feel more confident about making more. I also decided to give her two more neutral sprites, one a bit more serious, so I could switch between them for different emotional moments in dialogue.

Ryo only got three sprites, which is a testament to how much I hate drawing this man and how much. well. he really just had some of the easiest emotional beats for me to capture. I like his neutral sprite (the first one) the best and am very proud of it!

Madokas sprites... I love them, but now I'm worried because I realized I want to give her a different, maybe slightly more grown up design for later portions. I worry that her using her fusion outfit accidently complicates people's understanding of when this takes place. Either way, if i want to change her, I'll just change her, but dnndlbgbgdjgjlbs sorry for any confusion that might cause. Im actually very happy with all her sprites! Her thinking sprite was the funnest to come up with

These are my backgrounds. Im sure you can tell which ones I had screenshots to base them on. I'm very proud of Madoka's workshop, but otherwise, I plan to work on my background skills a lot. They're very fun and I want to improve at them!

Now, there are two more art assets im not posting here, which are the two ending cgs. So if you want them... Well actually the video only includes the good one but i have a video of the good ending on my blog! please go check it out! the game is also posted to my discord server.

As a bonus though! Here are some development drawings.

In the first draft, I used a completely different sort of sprite shot. I also directly color picked from her reference with no changes. And I hadnt figured out how to draw her hair.

So these first drafts included a lot of changes to Madoka's design... that I just forgot to include in my redraws. Welp, next time you see her, she might be beat up! I had a lot of solid concepts for what i wanted her sprite work to look like, so just transferred that into my redraws.

[river-muse]

For the WIP ask game: I want to hear more about "Lost in the Stars!" that one sounds like it could very easily rip out a reader's heart 👀

Ohohoho you picked out one of my DMC crossover AU ones. This one is a little more lighthearted in overall tone compared to my other fics actually! "Lost In The Stars" is just the working title for it since I haven't come up with a better title. It's because I have been playing way too much Sky: Children of The Light in my downtime when not doing other things and accidentally my skykid keeps creeping closer and closer to looking like Nero.

I'll talk more about it under the cut!

So after letting the idea boil around in my head for a few days the first thing I made was this fake screenshot (in truth this is a partial lie, the BG was different but since writing the fic I've changed it):

But of course, I wasn't happy with just some art.

It follows the formula of the actual game (which I don't wanna spoil the surprise for anyone who hasn't played it so I won't go to deep into detail) which means revisiting the locations over again multiple times. There isn't too much substantial here besides what can be read between the lines, with Dante being referred to as the Kind Protector and Vergil being referred to as the Regretful Brother. It's definitely an excuse to draw fake screenshots and mess around with star overlays.

Now onto the excerpts! These are way more narrative heavy, reflective of how the game itself works.

Nero is on his second reincarnation when he saves the Kind Protector from the endless darkness. Out in the Golden Wasteland surrounded by the ever-looming and ever-hunting Dark Dragons whose spines hurt more than can be put into words. A faint glimmer of the spirit’s surviving light lay hidden amidst the spires and covered up by growth that burns apart at the close proximity of Nero’s candle. The lost light leads Nero through treacherous open area, showing a man with vibrant red wings wielding a weapon against the beasts- something that Nero has never seen any previous spirit do. The Kind Protector was fending a Dark Dragon off to buy time for someone else to survive. There, in this field of poisoned water that saps strength and has too many gazing eyes above Nero finds the spirit’s final resting place. Still kneeling as if still holding onto a sword that’s been lost to an untold amount of time. Nero fails to free the spirit the first time, having to hide away in a tunnel while a Dark Dragon passes overhead and sweeps the area for prey. Then he leans close to the petrified remains while calling on his candle to share his own sparse light. The Kind Protector, for that’s all Nero thinks to call him, poses with an ephemeral sword in hand as if ready to fight before anything else. Nero mimics it. It feels silly seeing as he doesn’t have a sword. That earns a musical laugh from the Kind Protector, which only flusters Nero. Nero stomps his feet and points at the sword in the Kind Protector’s hands before motioning to himself. The Kind Protector waggles his finger to say no, refusing to pass the sword over for Nero to try posing with it. Instead he ruffles Nero’s hair and points to Nero’s chest. Nero holds his hands over where his light is seen, looking down at them before glancing up and thinking to find a way to ask what that meant.

-

The first time Nero sees the faint flash of a lost light high on a cliff, he thinks he’s strong enough to reach it. The ascension through the rain drains him and the water below is so cold. He has no choice but to huddle against a brazier inside a hollow log to warm up. His body shakes and he hiccups from the involuntary shivers as his light struggles to pull him back from the cold. He calls out his candle to feel warmer and huddles down. He’s on his eighth reincarnation, and most spirits seem to be freed yet he refuses to leave any lost before moving on for good. This one seems stubborn though. Or almost too hurt to save. The light is faint and Nero doesn’t know if they get weaker the more he reincarnates but he doesn’t want to find out. When back at aviary village Nero uses paper and a stick of charcoal to draw the area for the Kind Protector to see, leaving a question mark at the top of the cliff with an arrow pointing from the base towards it. The Kind Protector’s face drops. He rubs at the back of his neck and shrugs while his wings rustle just a bit too much to show he’s hiding something. Nero sighs.

-

When Nero’s twelfth reincarnation rolls around he makes it at last, holding out his candle to the lost light to reawaken it. It seems lost. The spirit aimlessly drifts with Nero’s every step and Nero has to hold out his hand to call it towards the faint glimmer of the beginning of the memory. Nero bears witness to the sight of the Kind Protector standing readied to fight- wings flared and blade raised in a threatening manner. This lost spirit faces him down with equal anger. The two fought. Blades clashed and wings torn at the edges from hits that are too close for comfort. They seemed equally matched. Until the lost spirit’s attacks became more desperate. It was a losing fight, and the spirit falls to his knees while the Kind Protector offers his hand out. It’s slapped away. The spirit rises, backing away from the Kind Protector. The two part ways, and at first Nero can’t tell where the spirit went next, until he spots a shimmer at the base of the cliff. It’s such a large fall into waist deep water. Nero drifts down, soaking his lower body in the water and feeling a chill creep up on him when at last he finds the spirit’s resting place. Crouched with one knee on the floor and a rusty, broken sword driven into the ground to keep balance. Nero offers his candle. It flickers in the rain but persists and at last the shell breaks apart to free the spirit. The spirit’s mask appears different than the memory- lines turned down in sorrow rather than anger. The spirit slicks his hair back the first moment he appears, hiding away that it looks a lot like the Kind Protector’s. Nero mirrors the motion and crosses his arms as he sizes up this- this- Proud Swordsman. That sounds wrong. Lost Swordsman? No. He’s not lost. The likeness to the Kind Protector is too obvious. They were kin. At least, Nero thinks so. The Kind Protector had been hiding this knowledge for some reason. Regretful Brother. It sticks out as the spirit bows just enough to show respect while keeping his eyes on Nero. His gaze burns through Nero the same as any fire. He feels pride. The Regretful Brother offers his hand out for Nero to take. Nero rests his little palm on top of it and the spirit grasps back. There’s a pause as the spirit looks at their hands. Then as soon as he’s there, the Regretful Brother is the first to choose to move on, vanishing into blue particles before Nero can figure out what thought that simple touch had brought about. When Nero returns to Aviary Village to confront the Kind Protector for hiding that he’d known- he searches everywhere and can’t find him. Not in the café. Not at the town square. Not at the top of the bells. Not on the hills overlooking the gates. There isn’t a single glimpse of those red wings.

I don't have too much written for it, but I definitely plan to add more to it in the future! I love playing Sky. Exploring to try and uncover clues as to what exactly happened to their world is super fun.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to actually talk about this one! I haven't really shared it because it's mostly surface level.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

LWA: Regarding your post about Hell, I'm wondering just how many souls are /in/ Heaven in the first place, and whether that's possibly what's causing a power imbalance. Angels and demons are equally balanced in numbers, but are their workloads? (The situation reminds me of a short comic novel by Robert Olen Butler called HELL, in which /everybody/ is damned, including all of Christ's disciples and the saints.) For that matter, are the angels actually /doing/ anything to win souls? The demons are obsessed with soul quotas and the like, and even a demon as lazy as Crowley undertakes big projects on his own initiative from time to time, like the M25 or the cell phone network. Hastur and Ligur appear to be perfectly good at what they do, even if they're out of touch with modern tech. But although we hear about Aziraphale's occasional assignments to foment peace or bless a random person in Edinburgh, the Archangels' dialogue sidesteps human souls and the afterlife entirely--Job is about a this-worldly reward, for example--and the Aziraphale we see on screen focuses on small-scale kindnesses instead of large-scale undertakings. Even his goal in 1941 has nothing to do with "saving souls" for Heaven; it's about stopping the Nazis from doing bad things to humans in this life. As you've said, part of what distinguishes Aziraphale from the other angels is that he actually cares about the humans, but there's no sign that he understands himself to be under any corporate mandate to go out and actively acquire their souls for Heaven. It's not even part of the angelic equivalent to reciting the deeds of the day.

LWA???✨

hello, and hope you are well!!! and because im taking the name-drop to be a recommendation, i have immediately ordered a copy✨

im not really sure on how i can begin to unpick this, but my first thought is to refer back to what you said in a previous ask on pascal's wager, and how it doesn't apply in GO (for anyone else, full ask is here and further thoughts are here):

let's consult the wager again. sure, we know that god exists in good omens, in which case half of the wager is redundant; if we accept the wager to be true, there exists only eternal damnation or eternal reward for humanity... but that presumes:

that humans in GO also know that god exists, which the vast majority do not

that a final destination in heaven or hell is god's will.

the second point is all the more interesting when considering the hell problem; how can hell exist if god is benevolent, and merciful? well, as you said, there is nothing demonstrated in GO that shows that god is in fact either of those things - best case scenario, god either isn't actually responsible for some of the events that occur (possible, but purely hypothetical), and/or is strictly amoral and allows events, good or bad, to occur without her direct interference (e.g. imo, the job sitch).

but the ultimate perception from humanity's viewpoint, at the very least, is that god not intervening is itself immoral, and begs the age-old question; why does god allow suffering to happen, if they are benevolent and merciful? is omniscient and omnipotent? and herein we arrive at the problem of evil, and theodicy. one such defence is free will; that the existence of evil and suffering poses an environment where humanity gets a choice in how they choose to act in the face of evil/suffering (which we know aziraphale also subscribes to); do they follow evil, or do they follow good?

the theodical defence in the context of job, however, is particularly interesting, because what it seems to demonstrate is that god operates on such a higher level of complexity and intricacy that job - for all that he has suffered - cannot begin to comprehend it, and has no place to challenge it. from job's perspective, he has lost everything for a reason he is still not given knowledge of, only that it's revealed to be a test of his faith. and that it was all to test job's humility and blind trust in god, even in the face of suffering. to trust in god's plans which are, that is to say, ineffable.

but we never do actually see the aftermath of job; he gets everything back, sure, but the twist in the GO telling of the story is that aziraphale and our beloved bildad the shuhite get involved, and prevent the worst offence - the children being killed - from happening. arguably, this could have been part of god's plan; that aziraphale and crowley have their own free will to interfere in something that they think is wrong, and make the choice themselves to put it right. (i do think that there is stock in this; aziraphale doesn't fall for defying god's will (as he understands it to be), nor for lying in order to do so - when arguably, if he is subverting god's will, he should. that would suggest that either god is being extra nice to aziraphale specifically, that god doesn't care, and/or it was god's will... possibly all three). but what we don't see is where this all leaves job; can we at all be certain that job would walk away from this experience still trusting in god? surely that's an unfathomable thing to ask, given the circumstances?

which is where, in an incredibly roundabout way, i arrive back to the wager; if we say that complete belief and trust in god is a requisite for entering heaven, who could say that in the face of all the suffering that god has seemingly perpetuated, that anyone would still have unshakeable faith in god?

so, what benefit does souls entering heaven have for god? arguably none - does god give a toss one way or the other? wouldn't the point be that humanity should choose to do good for the benefit of their fellow humans, whilst on earth, rather than with any concrete promise that doing so would earn them a reward? wouldn't that promise arguably interfere with free will - sway them to behaviour that they otherwise wouldn't choose? does god care if humans are good or bad in the first place?

which then draws into question why heaven would require aziraphale to do good on earth at all; heaven definitely, now that you put it the way you have, doesn't seem to have any drive in collecting souls the way that hell seems to, so what is even the point of the pretence? we know that aziraphale has the power, conscious or otherwise, to influence big groups of people (and potentially - a matter of speculation - his entire surroundings and community), so why is he only ordered to do things on a small scale? why get aziraphale to do blessings and influence people towards the Light at all, if they don't care either way about humanity being good enough to enter heaven? if god doesn't care either way? so suffice to say; how much of it is a distraction? is it a distraction, meant for aziraphale personally? is he operating to a smokescreen, being kept busy, to prevent him from doing something else?

(and considering back to the cut 1800 scene, gabriel says that aziraphale's promotion was in recognition of aziraphale's 6000-year dedication to duty... and yet the only dutiful obligation he notes is thwarting crowley. furthermore, if aziraphale were to return to heaven, gabriel idly proposed replacing him with michael - if the job of being on earth, in order to thwart hell's own representative, is too low even for aziraphale's promoted rank (regardless of what that exact rank would be), why would they replace him with an archangel? the archangel michael? it's possibly something of nothing, but right now that doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me; not unless there's something about aziraphale that would mean heaven wants to keep a closer eye on him, under the guise of a promotion... which if we consider how s2 ended, may well be the case, regardless of how it ended up actualising in the show)

but that doesn't necessarily answer why hell seems to collect souls at some point during the process; as you say, hastur and ligur do their part in corrupting humanity to win souls for satan, so there must be a point where, when humans die, hell yanks their soul down into hell for admission, away from god. in any case, hell definitely seems to have more than their fair share of them, and along with the remark on understaffing, this seems to go hand-in-hand with the dwindling power. if hell is running low on the (figuratively) good stuff because of the sheer scale of the damned population, and miracles are fuelled by power in hell, then it makes sense that from the bottom-up that there'd be a rationing on power. so why continue pulling souls into hell? presumably no one's noticed or thought out the above potential correlation; they're still tenacious in winning souls for hell, regardless of the strain it's putting on it. or perhaps they have - beelzebub's short-staffed line in ep6 would suggest it - but they keep doing it anyway.

alternatively, how far do we look to scripture when considering what god's will is for humanity? jesus says in john 14 that his disciples know how to get to the place where jesus is going*, that jesus himself is the way, and that when he dies that he will pave the way for humanity to find their abode with god - and paves that way through his death... so from that, can we be certain that heaven in GO even exists to house humanity's souls until the point of the last judgement (and heaven and earth is brought together) - is that even heaven's purpose? wouldnt the thought here be that those souls exist, are housed and abide, in god/jesus' presence or spirit, until such a point that they are brought back in their own resurrection, reunited with their own bodies, in the new creation of heaven on earth - as per revelation? is this not-here-nor-there state the cold place that humans go when they die? looking to scripture for a black-and-white answer to the heaven problem in the context of GO isn't wholly helpful, but it's interesting to consider the possibility that, actually, no souls go to heaven in the first place, and that regardless of any heavenly influence on earth, souls are kept in some kind of stasis with god until the point that heaven and earth are brought together. hence why they don't need to win them; because it isn't the purpose of heaven in the first place.

(*and with that i am off to hunt for clues in ep3.)

it's interesting to note furfur's situation with this in mind; as an admissions demon, processing the umpteenth 'otto' must be pretty mind-numbing, and yet he's enticed by a position in temptations - a position that works to corrupt more of humanity to end up in hell. highly likely this is just personal ambition - so he escapes the doldrums of his current job, and instead into one that would allow some degree of variety - rather than because he has any drive to bring more souls to hell as part of an ulterior agenda. we have hastur's remark in s1 that the goal is to win over souls for satan, which would also track with the bet on job - that if god's favourite, and most faithful, human can be corrupted to denounce that faith, then anyone can.

in which case, is it just an egotistical display of power on satan's part? to flex on god and heaven that humanity cannot be saved, because it's easy to pull them into hell anyway? is it more personal; that if satan and his followers must suffer as a result of breaking away from god, then so too must the rest of god's creation - hence the drive to pull souls into hell, despite the strain that it places on hell as a result? but if the second coming, and the last judgement, is upon us anyway, the joining of heaven and earth, there is presumably no room for hell, demons, or the damned (presumably because they are not in the BOL) - revelation would support this... however much john maybe needed to lay off the mushrooms. that they will be cast into a lake of fire, satan will be bound for a thousand years before being allowed a last chance to bring about the destruction of the kingdom, and then be cast into the lake himself. is it all a plan to destroy the kingdom before it comes?

alternatively it could be something like you've mentioned from butler - that all souls first go to hell, and it's thereafter an elaborate test to eventually lift themselves from damnation on their own, to find god and be saved? perhaps similarly it depends on how humans evaluate their own deeds - that they themselves feel that they deserve to go to hell. neither of those feel particularly right, for different reasons, but it's interesting to think about.

[jalapenobee]

Ok here's the sskk/skk au (it's just hc's) (may or may not be inspired by @/inamagicalhallucination's famous no powers au)

Atsushi:

- can dance, yeah, but it's more like letting loose and jumping around idk

- like tapping his foot, bouncing his head, jumping in a circle that kinda thing

- it looks fun tho

- when he sings. Hmm. His voice would be like benson boone ig cause yeah

- but like. The vibe. Nicky youre-type songs but with really depressing topics

- like that one short he released with the 's-a-d overload'

- everyone loves him and he loves them back

- he likes being with people but not necessarily for the attention

- just like. Walking into a supermarket and saying 'OKAY PEOPLE IM PAYING FOR ALL YOUR GROCERIES' shit like that

- he's the type of singer who will either cling to the mic stand or jump around with the mic

- he interacts with the crowd at shows so much

Akutagawa:

- he can sing yeah it's pretty but it kinda hurts to so he prefers dancing

- his voice isn't as low as you'd think? Kinda scratchy tho

- keeps an absolute straight face while dancing. The ladies love it

- okay idk how to describe dancing styles but it's kinda like tense (in a good way?) slow movements and then sudden stops/starts/change in direction

- he's a contortionist btw

- yknow creeping - the weeknd? Yeah its like dancing to that

- or fever - enhypen that kinda thing

- stays kinda low to the ground like he'll be on his knees or crouching or bending over

- thinks atsushi has the best singing voice like ever (except for chuuya because shit??? bastard has talent everyone loves him)

Dazai:

- omg his voice can go super high. Like jason derulo/adam levine type shit

- also he has jason derulo vibes. Lots of love songs and ones about suicide

- everyone's lowkey worried about him but love him nonetheless

- LOVES the attention omg he feeds on it (and drags atsushi (and that means akutagawa too) everywhere with him)

- shinju shinju shinju

- absolutely loves collabs mainly because he gets views from a different audience

- super big on holiday specials

- will ruin chuuya's routine on stage. He will pull him close or trip him up or randomly kiss him

- oh yeah they're together but will deny it in the grave

Chuuya

- singing voice would have like takayan vibes but not as harsh like 'resentful life' that one yeah

- sings and dances about the same? Has his own title as a singer separate from dazai

- can sing just about any song except for slow ones

- uses his head a lot when he's dancing

- like flicks it from side to side or smth

- kinda like how dazai attempts to ruin his routines he ruins his singing

- he will incorporate moves where he like clings to dazai or strokes his face or smth idk

- their performances are very fun to watch heh

- very dynamic poses. Uses a lot of arm movements and doesn't like move from place to place unless it's one big move

- everyone loves the opening moves to his dances for some reason like it'll literally just be clapping and walking backwards or smth to hype up the crowd and it. Works.

- he sings along sometimes with dazai

Ok so

- akutagawa and dazai have been in the dancing/singing careers for a while

- chuuya is an experienced singer but only started dancing a couple years ago (dazai asked him to try and it spiraled from there)

- atsushi is pretty new to singing and has no dancing experience whatsoever he just wings it

- he met aku at a coffee shop because I live for references and they got to talking

- aku mentioned he was a dancer and atsushi was like really? Can I see? And it went from there

- 2S4K (their group name) didn't form until after dazai snagged a collab with sskk and yeah

- dazai knew atsushi for a while but only through tanizaki who works at a record company

- he (dazai) and akutagawa went to the same college (yeah aku was the quiet new dude who just followed him around)

- dazai and chuuya have known each other forever don't even ask

- i haven't thought about anyone else's roles much yet but I think fukuzawa and kunikida own a record label company which ranpo helps out at (he's still world's greatest detective)