#anyway yeah this is remake of something i did before but this one looks much better lmao

[staybeautifulmp3]

supernatural, 15x18 // even sugar peas run out of snap, sandyk

[phantomarine]

Clam's Quick Tips for Starting Your Very First Webcomic

Howdy! Here are the three bits of advice I tend to give people who ask me about getting into webcomic-making. Maybe they can help you jump into the fray with a little less fear.

1) Make Your First Chapter a Pilot Episode

You will be told by webcomic veterans to start with a short, simple comic idea first - which is wise - but if all you can think about is your big magnum opus, then you might as well hop in, right? Otherwise you'll just be glancing back at the other cooler project forever.

But if you can't start with a small simple story, start on a small, simple part of that larger story. Your first chapter should be a snapshot of the main conflict - show us a simple scene with few characters, ease us in slowly, keep things clear and focus on emotion/impact/clarity. Get the audience to care by offering something easily digested, but full of promise.

Once you're done with that 'pilot' chapter, and you're feeling more comfortable with the whole comic process, you can open the gates and show us the larger world. At that point, you'll be way more ready.

2) Simplify Your Art Style For Your Own Sanity

Always try to make your webcomic's art style as simple as possible - the standard rule is to use only 75% of your artistic skill for every comic page you make. Otherwise you will burn out quickly and terribly.

But you also need to be PROUD of your art style. If you're really feeling itchy, add a couple bells and whistles to your style so you can look at the finished page and say "Yeah, looks cool." You'll find the right balance the more you draw.

Also, don't be afraid to change your art style as you go along. Ultimate consistency is often impossible in webcomics anyway - so embrace your desire to try new things, streamline your work, whatever you feel needs to happen to be happiest. Sometimes the coolest part of reading a webcomic is noticing that style change - so don't hesitate to embrace it!

3) Resist the Reboot! RESIST!

The curse/blessing of drawing the same things over and over is that you'll inevitably get better at drawing those things. The trouble comes when you look back at old stuff and start thinking "Damn, I could draw that way better now."

You must recognize that this feeling never goes away. Not after a hundred pages. Not after three hundred. Not after a thousand.

I think everyone should be allowed one soft reboot for their first webcomic. Redraw some panels that bother you. Change up some dialogue if it doesn't make sense with your new story ideas. Do maintenance, basically. One of the beauties of webcomics is that they can be easily edited, without reprinting a whole book or remaking a whole game.

But if the ultimate purpose of a webcomic is to tell a story, then constant reboots will just be retelling the same story - slightly better each time, but the same at its core. We've heard it before. Most audiences would rather you save your strength and just keep going, rather than circling back year after year and going "Wait wait wait! I'll do it better this time."

Reboot early, not often, and only when you absolutely must! You're a storyteller, and you're constantly getting better at telling your story. Don't be ashamed of it - look back how much ground you've covered, and keep walking!

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That's a good start. Happy webcomicking - don't be afraid to jump in, but be prepared to learn a lot very quickly. And if this advice doesn't work for you or adhere to how you did it, that's absolutely fine - webcomics are diverse by nature, and so are their creation processes. Feel out what works best for you, and good luck!

[weirdmageddon]

I'm taking the plunge because why not:

What are some headcanons regarding small, silly things that happened during the 3 year trips on the Golden Yard and Meteor?

oh lets go i love this sort of ask. no meteor crew stuff sorry im kinda tired but

on the prospitian ship:

the crocodiles are never recovering from that shit bro. un-stonks

alchemizing sessions. probably with mundane household devices like toothbrushes or something. patterned toilet paper. davesprite absolutely remakes the sbahjifier for himself but i think he also likes to hand draw them from time to time. also john and jade alchemizing bathing suits and going swimming on lolar and hanging with the turtles. casey can come too. floaties on casey

the sbahj canon diverges. so many sbahj in-jokes exclusive to the prospitian ship. unfortunately the retcon make it so none of this ever happens :(

he’d never say it but davesprite likes it when john and jade fall asleep on him doing whatever, it makes his presence feel wanted and appreciated by the people he sacrificed his self and humanhood for good for. sorry for immediately going into davesprite but good god is he tragic. oh yeah heres more. he’s still part dave and shares the same history with john and jade that alpha timeline dave does. john gave him his shades on his 13th birthday in december 2008, he sent john the con air bunny and jade a physical copy of sbahj as furries in the mail. he is identical to alpha dave in relation to his friends before the timeline splits off. dont forget that 4/13/2009 was also his first time meeting his online friends john and jade in person, even after 4 months chronologically of sburb grinding—nearly a year with all the time shenanigans—and going back to day 1, since john and jade were dead in his timeline

tries not to cry cries anyway but only when he knows theyre asleep. pov when the weight of everything suddenly hits you (you are an emotionally repressed 14 year old)

also because he’s fucking fluffy and absolutely knows it and probably thinks to himself “yeah this is the best possible use for these otherwise pointless breast feathers” and yall already know he craves cloth mother plus probably has nesting instincts

(source)

adding on to that also i think people forget sprites are actually fucking LONG and his wingspan is fucking huge he could be a pillow and a blanket at the same time

i wrote davesprite jade cuddles and john thinking about mushrooms and davesprite thinking about how they contribute to the ecnonony

^ john toked too hard on the lowas mushrooms by accident one time

it feels like pajama parties would be a common occurence just the vibes im getting. literally jade is seen sitting on a pile of squiddles and theres plushies fucking everywhere you know they got up to plushie mayhem. do you think they ever alchemized them. look how lived in that room is they all contributed something

jade resumes gardening :) but theres no sun :( but she alchemizes some plastic plants :D but its not the same :(

canonically the imps in johns house just gave up tormenting him and started hanging out and having snacks on movie night

PENIS!

imagine looking up into the sky and seeing a giant casey the size of a planet sleep. jade resizes stuff for fun like this just to introduce some novelty to their lives

this is something

davesprite has beavis and butthead do america (1996) in his collection somewhere in his apartment on lohac

yall theyre watching johns fuckin spongebob dvd box collection. you KNOW john owns the spongebob squarepants movie (2004). and the best thing is it brings all of them together without any of them objecting. they all love spongebob

when the episode jellyfish jam comes on johns like “wow, pretty much this exact scenario happened to me with the imps.” (arthur flashback sfx)

DAVESPRITE: yeah well you didnt have a giant sound system did you

jade warps dave’s bro’s sound system from lohac and sizes it up. they put on stadium rave and the entire fucking house shakes

[graymanshoots]

See you later

MW3 spoilers read at your own risk!!!!!

Warnings: Heavy Angst, possible military inaccuracies, mwIII spoilers, spoilers, no comfort, They have a son, mitski is the recommended artist to listen to when reading this which should be warning enough.

This is pretty short but I wanted to write something.

Another warning for spoilers just in case you missed the first 3.

"Just another job bonnie and then a’ll be back with ye and the wee one, yeah?" Johnny looked into your eyes, his heart aching at the pain he caused you from leaving.

"You promise?" Your voice shaky as your hands grip his shirt tightly.

Johnny's hands cupped your cheeks gently, wiping away any tears that escaped past your waterline.

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. "Promise."

Despite his promise the night before, the tears wouldn't stop when it was finally time for him to go. Your toddler son gurgling absentmindedly, unknowing to why his mother was so tearful.

Standing by the door with your husband's coat in hand, you watch him say his goodbyes to his child.

The sight of him making silly animal noises while playing with the 2-year-old that already looked so much like him, making it hard to keep it together.

It was harder every time he left.

When the boy got tired of playing farm, he crawled off towards his blocks, leaving his father to play on his own.

Johnny lets out a chuckle before standing up and making his way over to you.

A lighthearted smile planted on his handsome face.

“Yer so, so gorgeous, Bonnie," he says, grabbing your hand, pulling you towards him.

You automatically wrap your arms around him, your damp face wetting the front of his shirt.

Johnny's arm comes around your waist while his other hand smooths over the nape of your neck.

"Am gunna miss ye so fuckin' much," he sighs, holding you tighter.

You feel yourself relax in his hold, but the moment is swiftly ruined by the beep of his watch.

"I really don't want you to go," you mutter, knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

"A ken," Johnny says, kissing the top of your head. "Am gunna be late." He finally pulls away, taking his jacket from your hand.

"Goodbye, Johnny, we'll be waiting," you say, already missing his embrace. "No' goodbye, a'll see ye later," Johnny gives you a last kiss before leaving.

If only it was "see you later."

Weeks later, you find yourself crumbling to the ground when a flag is presented to you.

The uniformed man at your door wasn't even audible past your cries.

There was a deep sickness you felt in your stomach, a nausea that bubbled in the back of your throat.

Feeling a hand on your back rubbing soothing circles, you felt yourself calm down. "I'm sorry for your loss…" his voice was soft and held a guilty undertone.

Nothing could have ever prepared you for the agony that was burning through your chest. You'd assume it was akin to a burning knife being pressed into your heart.

Your sadness never turned to anger.

There were never the 5 stages of grief.

It was just hurt, hurt everywhere.

A/N:

I actually cried for hours after playing the campaign.

COD is literally so shit and they literally made a horrible campaign Johnnys death aside.

Nothing made after MWII is canon for me I literally don’t fucking care.

What they did was not good for the story regardl of if it’s a remake.

They aren’t even following the original so them following ever characters death doesn’t matter.

I’m just pissed that they really just gave us bullshit with a shock factor death to take the fucking cake for worst game campaign ever.

Anyways I hoped you all enjoyed I’ll be writing fluff later on to compensate for this.

And if konigsblog is reading thank you for your post about writing a Scottish accent cause it really helped when I was writing this.

[packet-of-staples]

So I found some Rawfury videos of Yuri Lowenthal, Krizia Bajos and Cissy Jones talking about their characters and talking about the game before it was released (I was looking for clips for OC voice claims) and there was something in Cissy's Vivian video that kinda stuck out to me.

So what she says about Vivian exactly is: "Arcadia to her is- its not only where she's built her career, its where she's building her legacy, and uh, for her this is something really important. She wants to leave something of value, something that's worth a lot to people-"

Now, from a non spoiler point of view this is like, oh yeah rich Ceo lady wants to leave a mark on the world. Ceos are always talking about legacy, wanting to leave something behind, be something great yadda yadda. Added bonus if you know that she's supposed to be Elijah's '''Granddaughter''', she wants to continue her family's legacy all checks out.

But, knowing who she really is, not Elijah's granddaughter but one of the Arcadia 6, makes this sentence a lot more interesting. You could see this as her wanting to remake her legacy, because she technically already had one. Emily Garland is one of the 6 Arcadian born citizens to escape the dome, that's something pretty cool to be known for. But she threw that away, she sold out and chose to support the very company that oppressed her and many others like her. So now she has to make something more of herself to justify that choice. If she can make Arcadia greater, bring it out of its current slump like Howard Ashman did for Disney, then she's no longer the escapee who sold out because she was too weak to handle the outside world, she's the amazing woman who made American Arcadia popular again!

Cissy goes on to say: "-and so she works really really hard to make this thing, um, the best it can be with the most interesting people-" (She also goes on to call Trevor 'a bit of an L 7' or a square and I think that's really funny, like yeah, yeah he wouldn't be there, he would be square)

She does work really hard to leave something that, in her eyes, is positive to her image. She's reinventing herself to make her crawling back to the company worth it. To prove to herself that it wasn't a mistake and to leave a legacy that, hopefully, most people will look fondly on instead of in contempt or betrayal. She wants to leave something of value, because I can imagine there is a part of her that doesn't hold any value in herself, not after failing to make a difference that actually mattered and becoming part of the problem.

And I dunno I feel like that adds just an extra layer to her which is pretty cool. I could also be reading way too much into this idk.

Anyway, the other two videos are very cool too. Yuri talks about how Trevor's life isn't boring like Walton thinks it is, its just 'Exciting in the wrong way'. He also talks about how he thinks lots of people will relate to Trevor (So true) and how just because your life may be simple, it doesn't mean its boring and not worth living which I think is very sweet. Thank you Yuri. Krizia talks about how she really related to Angela because she grew up on Puerto Rico and how she got to add a couple of 'spicy words' as she put it, in her dialogue for a bit of extra authenticity. She also talked about how Walton was the job Angela always wanted, but after 'peaking behind the curtain' she realised that it wasn't the dream she thought is was, it's both kinda heart breaking but also very relatable, especially I'm sure to those in the entertainment industry. It makes me really want to know what her 'peak behind the curtain' moment was and what the steps where to get her to this point in more detail (Hey hey, Out of the Blue, hey please. please make that prologue thing you said was a good idea of mine on twitter. Hey, please? Please? It has the Regi Davis stamp of approval, please?)

The videos are very cool I'll put them under the cut if you're interested. I just wanted to have a ramble cause I haven't in a while and I've just been thinking about this.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 28

welcome to the twenty-eighth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. sunflower [re] by xintong

On the morning of their first summer back on Earth, Lance receives a gift of sunflowers. A confession, a rejection, and the passage of time, all leading to the one person who's always been there for him.

this is one of those fics that just kind of remakes a part of you a little. im gonna go with the bookmark i did when i first read it:

screaming and losing my mind bc there were so many fucking moments man. so many. i get jealous too. all the time. anyone that looks at you. still the other half of his wings. i would wait all my lifetimes for you even if you never looked my way. you’re everything. the beginning and end of time. you have wings love. just like an angel. i want to make this good for you. for us. i want it to be good for you too. why. because i dream of you. every night. you’re the devil. who you adore. yes. yes. will you go somewhere with me. anywhere. i never wrote before i met you. you gave me something to write about. they don’t need to say it. i love you i love you i love you. it’s in everything they do.

anyways read this fic.

2. where you go by @taylortot

post s8. keith visits lance when he can, but his work with the blade keeps him out in space for months at a time, and he is tired of leaving lance behind.

okay i know this is yet another rec from me thats rambly and pretentious but soft fics Make me feel that way so here u go. everything about this is the most important thing in the world. as per usual with taylortot. my breath is unsteady and my hands are shaky because they just fucking love each other!!! so much!!!! it’s about the DEVOTION. i’m tired of leaving you. i don’t want to do it anymore. it’s about wanting to be with you. that’s it? that’s it. of course i’ll go with you. i thought you’d never ask. i should have asked before. that was never a choice. (YOU were never a choice). i knew you would come back to me. it’s about the DEVOTION is about the LOVE it’s about the i know you i love you i trust you there’s no one i want but you and you are everything to me. it’s about everything i do for my future i do for our future. it’s about i love you even though words are hard to come by and nothing i could say could ever properly tell you how much you mean to me. GOD

3. a reverence reserved for lovers by @softsatoru [EXPLICIT]

“Hello, my love.” They were far past the point of timidity, and Keith had long since gotten used to the pet names and sappy moments. Hell, Keith had been all about pet names and sappy moments as they were reciting their vows. It was so easy now, just like everything was with them. It had been for years and years, but especially now. This moment, this night, was so easy. It was so right.

Lance grinned and dropped his head back against the pillows with a deep, content sigh. He kept one hand threaded through Keith’s hair and slapped the other over his eyes. The gold band around his ring finger glinted in the low, warm light of their bedroom.

“Ew,” Lance mumbled, trying to contain his smile. “We’re married.” Keith chuckled and pulled himself off his husband. Lance’s hand fell from his hair and dropped down to his bare back. Long, slender fingers pressed into his skin, as if to hold him in place. Keith settled himself above Lance and placed soft kisses on his knuckles and the back of his hand. He gripped Lance’s wrist and tugged it away from his face. Lance’s eyes were clenched shut, and he scrunched up his nose in playful defiance. Keith’s lips fell atop each eyelid, the tip of his nose, and both cheeks.

“Yeah,” Keith agreed. He nosed at Lance’s jaw, dipping down to kiss down his neck. “So gross.” He smirked to himself before licking a wide stripe up the side of Lance’s face.

“Hey!” Lance yelped at him, playfully slapping his back, but he couldn’t help but laugh. “Gross! You’re proving my point.”

i fucking love this fic it 100% lives up to its name. it IS a reverence reserved to lovers and they are. they are so sweet and in love and devoted, man, its just everything. you just want to read it and weep

4. the dark, wide open by @taylortot

Lance flushes clear up to his hairline, the heat of it frying his brain. “Are there any other incorrect observations you wanna make? Or can we go to bed?”

Keith misses nothing, tracking the warmth blooming all over Lance’s face with keen eyes. “None that you’d admit to,” he says in a murmur.

**

Lance and Keith share a bed.

i think ive mentioned the devotion scrapbook before, but i dont know if ive mentioned that like a quarter of all the screenshots i have are taylortot. they kill it with the dialogue every single time, the devotion bleeds through, the words unsaid speak louder than the words. kills me. 

5. this is your holy by littleghost

"He read a book of poems back in high school, and one line always hit him like a sucker punch to the throat. For you, love is like a religion. It’s terrifying. Keith looks at Lance in the pilot’s seat, Lance in the dining room, Lance on the bridge and thinks his love is too big for his body." // Keith falls in love with a boy.

okay i know i recced this before in a random post but i am doing it again. religious imagery always gets to me, and the idea of finding divinity in the mundane and not even finding it but realising that it IS the divine, the bum’s as holy as the seraphim the madman is holy as you my soul are holy! that’s from ginsberg’s footnote to howl btw, which is my favourite poem in the world and exactly what i hear chanted in my as i read it

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[wintervalewritersecond]

retrocognition - xavier thorpe

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requested: yes! requests: open! I love your writing so much! If you have the time could you please do a xavier x reader where him and the reader don’t really get along at all, kinda enemies! And the reader is a witch and she is having difficulty doing a spell but then Xavier comes in and bothers her and somehow she accidentally casts a spell that makes them go into the future. in the future her and xavier are like married with kids and they both are kinda freaking out over seeing their future selves and when they get back to the past Xavier is trying to deny what they just saw but they eventually end up together?

A/N: this idea is so super cute <33 i hope you like it :) they dont quite end up together just yet, especially because they were enemies before and this is only one small fic, but i do hope you enjoy reading! <3

wordcount: 2,772 warnings: she/her reader, incorrect information about witchcraft, xavier annoys reader

Xavier Thorpe and you do not get along. Then why is it that he is in your future?

"Here you are!"

You thank Thornhill before stepping into the empty classroom. The bag on your shoulders is heavy as it is filled with countless jars of ingredients, incense, candles and different types of water. To top it all off, it had a thick book filled with all the spells and sigils you know.

There was a history test coming up, and you thought of the perfect way to learn from it; seeing the past.

Sure, it might be a bit extreme, but if you have the power to do it, you might as well use that to your advantage. From what you know, you have everything to perform the spell.

No one else was going to enter the classroom any time soon, so you could use all the tables to put your stuff down. Jar after jar, candle after candle came out of your bag before it neatly got placed in its own spot. For a spell this hard, you needed all the space and organization you could get.

You had performed this spell once before, but it had been a while. The last time, you only went backward a week. You only wanted to know at what time you were going to meet your friend later that day.

Now you were going to try to go back to the 1600s to learn about Joseph Crackstone. Sure, the entire city knew of the history, but none of them have truly lived it. Pilgrim World is just a poor excuse for trying to remake it while selling fudge. You are not a Crackstone fan considering he would have killed you back in those days, but he wouldn't be able to see you in the past anyway.

With the spells that you performed, you turned invisible when being in a place where you shouldn't be. It is like watching a movie. You see them, yet they don't see you. You open your journal, flipping through the pages before seeing the one you need. It had a sigil on it already, one connected to the Retrocognition spell.

Just as you light your first candle, the door swings open. You look up, slightly annoyed. Did Thornhill rent the room out to another student?

"You're here?"

Out of all students, it had to be Xavier.

For some reason, the two of you never got along. Not because you didn't want to befriend him - no. He just decided to be a complete ass to you since the beginning. The two of you were in the same friend group, yet he never spoke a positive word to you. It would always be something snarky or negative.

"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow. "Thornhill told me that I could use it. It was going to be empty the entire day anyway."

"I was allowed to use it for my Botany homework."

"Xavier," you groan. "Just use the other half of the classroom. Just... Stay out of my way. I have a History test that I need to learn for."

He circles your table as you only keep setting things up. You can't have him messing up your spell. More candles get lit as you crush up some flowers and herbs.

"Is this your homework?" He lets out a laugh. "I wish my homework consisted of scribbles and some seasoning."

You roll your eyes as you place each ingredient in its designated spot. If he messes up your spell, you will kill him.

"It's not just some scribbles. They're called sigils, dumbass," a sigh leaves your lips. "And they are for history class. There is a test coming up."

Another laugh leaves Xavier as he flips through your journal.

"How are some pen marks and rose leaves going to teach you History?"

"Xavier, we both know you're too dumb to understand this. Just go to the other side of the classroom and don't bother me."

The last thing you needed was the journal. You had to place it in the circle of candles, drawing the sigil while saying the incantation. But, considering the tall boy had your book, you couldn't get the spell started. He is flipping through the pages with a big grin on his face.

"Oh, look at me!"

He takes hold of some rose petals, sprinkling them around on the table and the floor.

"I am Y/N," he lets out a laugh before grabbing more ingredients, spilling them on the table.

"Xavier, stop it! You're messing with my spells!"

"That's not true," he takes hold of your hand before pushing a pen into it. "I am merely helping with your 'oh so important' History homework!"

He takes your hand to write on the paper, making random shapes and lines.

"Look! I could be a witch, this is easy."

"Xavier! Stop being so annoying!"

You take the pen off of the paper as Xavier's hand still holds yours, but to your surprise, the paper actually starts glowing. No way that he had activated a spell.

"Retrocognition?"

A bright light exploded in the room, making you shield your eyes with your hand. Xavier also lets out a yelp, what the fuck happened?

When the light dims, you finally open your eyes again.

"Where the fuck are we?"

In front of you is a house. A beautiful one, but certainly not one from the 1600s. Music can be heard from inside, together with some talking and you even hear a meow.

Someone walks past you, carrying a bag on their shoulders. He is tall and his hair flows to his shoulders. The man is not that old, though older than you and Xavier now. A smile is on his face as he walks up to the house.

"Wait a second," you let out a giggle. "Is that you?"

Xavier walks up to the guy as you follow him. It certainly was. His face looks almost the same, yet a bit more mature. It is like he is looking in a mirror, one that shows him his future.

"You look old," you laugh, elbowing the artist.

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes. "What happened with that stupid spell that you were trying to cast?"

"Someone happened to fuck it up," you narrow your eyes at him before nodding to the door. "I'm going to see what your old ass is up to."

Future Xavier unlocks the door, allowing you and Present Xavier to slip inside. Not that they would see you anyway. The music gets a bit louder as you hear some movement from what seems to be the kitchen.

"Love? I'm home!"

"Aw," you look at Present Xavier, trying to hold in your laughter. "Someone is dumb enough to be stuck with you. That's sweet."

"You jealous?" Xavier raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you. "At least I know that I won't be alone in the future."

You roll your eyes, slowly following Future Xavier around.

"Look! He is even wearing a wedding ring!"

The house truly is beautiful. It is filled with plants in different corners, a cozy couch, a big kitchen, and huge windows. If you didn't know any better, then you would surely have said that this is your dream house.

"I'm in here!"

Your eyebrows furrow when you hear the new voice. It is strangely similar, but... it can't be, right? Xavier catches up to you, not fully sure what to do. He has never been in a spell like this before. Hell, he didn't even know any spells. Sure, he would say 'open sesame' when trying to unlock his door if his hands were full, but the door never swung open.

You stop in your tracks when your eyes fall on the new figure.

In the kitchen is a shorter girl, one looking exactly like you. Her height, her body language, her voice, and her face. What are you doing here with Xavier? A high-pitched laughter can be heard as Future Xavier hurries to the table, dropping his bag before picking up a small girl.

"There's my favorite girls!"

Future you also has a ring on her finger, one that fits together with Future Xavier. Present Xavier stops walking as he takes in the three figures.

There he is. Holding a young girl with one arm while the other is resting on your shoulders, pulling you into him as Future you lets out a giggle.

"What the fuck?" Xavier whispers.

It was weird enough to see himself in the future, even if he didn't change too much. But it is even weirder to see himself together with you, and with a child. You are also frozen in place, your eyes fixated on the three figures in front of you. What type of spell is this? Is this actually real? Or is this only your imagination playing tricks on you? Surely not. If Xavier can see it, then it must actually be happening, right?

"I'm getting out of this," Xavier groans, turning around to walk back out of the front door before his eyes fall on an item.

On the wall hangs a big canvas with a very specific scene on it. Future him in a neat, black suit. Next to him stands Future you, dressed in a long gown. Both have big smiles on their faces. His fingers twitch, did he paint that? The picture almost seems to move in front of him as the figures get closer and closer, sharing a soft and loving kiss before returning to their original positions.

"Y/N, get us out of here!"

Xavier is confused and even slightly scared. You break your stare as you look over to the tall artist. With only a nod, you take his hands in yours, whispering an incantation to break whatever spell you were in right now.

Another bright light makes you close your eyes as you return to the Nevermore classroom. Xavier pulls his hands out of yours harshly.

"What was that!?"

"I don't know!" You let out a deep sigh.

Your journal had stopped glowing, only pen stripes from whatever sigil Xavier had come up with are left on the page. You run your fingers over it, confused as you try to read off of the pages.

"It's precognition," you let out a whisper. "We were supposed to see the past, but instead... it was the future."

Xavier lets out a short laugh before shaking his head.

"Whatever that was is not my future."

He slings his bag back on his shoulders, glaring at you as he backs up.

"We will never talk about this. Ever."

You weren't in the mood anymore to try any other spell. Instead, you just cleaned up the mess of flower petals and herbs before retreating to your dorm.

-

The spell had really messed you up.

After that dreaded day, you had tried multiple times to find out what happened. To find out if it was true. But no matter which color of candle you used, or what type of incantation, they all gave you the same answer.

This was your future.

Xavier Thorpe.

You tried to talk to him, maybe if you did, you could avoid the future that he seems to hate so much. Sure, Xavier wasn't your best friend either, but at least you don't despise him as much as he despises you. He is pretty and mesmerizing, but the way he treated you was just the worst.

He would sit on the opposite side of the table during lunch breaks, and would completely ignore you before, during, or after classes.

"Xavier looks even angrier than usual," Ajax snickers. "What did you do this time?"

You roll your eyes as you read through your journal. Is there really not any other Truth or Future spell out there?

"Absolutely nothing," you shrug. "Maybe he is in one of his moods."

"I don't know," the Gorgon chews on the end of his pencil. "He's been really moody this past week."

You don't really respond. What are you supposed to say? 'Oh, he found out that he and I are married in the future and he absolutely hates it.' That sounds incredibly stupid. Even if it is true.

-

Later that night you sat in your dorm yet again. Around you is a circle of candles in all sorts of colors, their flames the only source of light. It feels like you have read every single page of all your Witchcraft books at least five times, yet you still haven't found any spells to help you out. There has to be something that can show you a different future, right?

A knock on your door pulls you out of your focused state. Who would be at your door right now? You don't have a dorm mate, and from what you knew, most of your friends were out to Jericho. You stand up from your seat, walking up to the door to open it. Behind it stands Xavier with a tired look in his eyes and his sketchbook in his hands.

"Can I come in?" He mumbles softly, looking down at you with the softest look he has ever given you.

You step to the side, allowing the artist to enter your room. He stays silent. No snarky comment, nothing mean. Just silence.

"Have you found anything else?"

The only answer you give him is a shake of your head. You had really tried. Xavier his reaction during the spell was enough - he didn't want this future. At least, not with you.

"Can we try again?"

His question shocks you. He wants to enter the spell again? Go through more scenarios of the two of you together?

"Are you sure?"

He nods, placing his sketchbook onto your bed before stepping into the circle. You just quickly follow him, opening the page of scribbles that Xavier had drawn before. His hands are already reaching for yours when you speak the incantation.

Another bright light.

This time, you aren't in front of the house. Instead, you appeared in it, already. There is no furniture around you. No curtains, no couch, no table, not even a wooden floor.

"I can't believe this!"

Future you squeals as she runs around the house, inspecting every room once more.

"Look! This one can be your art studio, and then the room next to it can be for my spells and potions!"

The woman pulls Future Xavier with her, holding his hand tightly as she spits out different ideas for the space.

Present Xavier swallows thickly, his hands balled up into fists.

"Are you okay?" You whisper, looking up at his taller figure.

"I have seen this before."

How would he have seen this before? He knows nothing of witchcraft - the spell he performed before was just a simple accident. The spell ends quite quickly, returning to just you and Xavier in the middle of your bedroom. It stays quiet. The only movement comes from the lit candles whose flames are moving in the non-existing wind.

"Why did you want to see it again?" You softly speak up. "You hate the outcome. It didn't change one bit."

The boy shakes his head, reaching for his sketchbook before flipping through the pages, stopping at one specific drawing which seems familiar.

"I haven't been able to sleep this entire week," he admits. "I had these dreams. Dreams that felt like the one spell. I drew all of them."

He holds his hand up on the page, the figure of you pulling Xavier with you before disappearing behind one of the pencil lines. You can almost hear your excited chattering and Xavier's laughter. But that is not the only thing he drew.

Different dates, your wedding, even sketches from the little girl.

Everything was exactly as the spell had told you.

"I convinced myself for so long," he mumbles. "I tried to tell myself that I didn't like you. That, if I ignored you, you would stay out of my way. But I don't want to do that anymore."

You let out a giggle, looking up at him.

"Alright," you whisper. "We can start over?"

Xavier looks at you, a relieved look on his face as he nods. Though the future scared him, he now does truly want it. He felt like he didn't deserve a future with you after how he treated you. But, he might change his mind. He might be able to change himself and make up for all the times he wished he could hold you, kiss you, be with you.

"Yeah," he nods with a smile before he holds out his hand. "Xavier Thorpe. Nice to meet you."

[emerxshiu]

Elfilis for valentines :3

did on y'all but im back, hopefully i'll post for a few more days before i dissapear again

anyways have a drawing of my wife

with text

i actually wanted to draw kirfluff but my need to draw elfilis took over and my hands and back hurt like hell so i didnt draw the rest of stuff i wanted. maybe i could draw it later or tomorrow but im posting this now before i fall asleep or something and dont post.

It was also an excuse to draw the redesign of my fecto gijinka i had made a few weeks ago so, yeah it was fun.

Tho i might make some adjustments to my gijinka if i see fit. also in this drawing he has some differences from the actual gijinka, mainly, the little hearts arent like that in my gijinka and the bangs here have been tied up because i wasnt feeling like drawing them since theyre really long. also the lashes, but here i kinda tried doing their eyes differently and then colored them so i might make my lis gijinka have his eyes like this or change them, im not sure.

tho the more i look at the drawing, the more dissatisfied i become, i mean i did it yesterday around night and stuff so i didnt really think that much about it, (it took around seven hours and i finished it at like 1 am, i definitly wasnt the most concious at that time) but i feel like something is missing i dunno

maybe its the coloring, i had to remake the shading a lot of times since i didnt know how to do it, my style is really inconsistent a lot of times, going from cell shading to soft shading to mixing them both and so on so forth with a lot more of that.

i do have a sketch with some half finished lineart i did of one of the ideas i had (i was originally going to do more pieces with more characters but i didnt go trough it cuz i knew i wouldnt be able to do it in time) but im too embarassed of it to post it

and even tho i complained, i still kinda like this drawing

(small edit i did)

next post is either one about a gijinka i have almost finished of an obscure kirby character i decided to adopt into an oc or a splatoon post following the fresh season 2024 and side order trailers, (fun fact side order releases just a few days before my birth day! im eating good with nintendo just like last year (last year was wave 1 of the dlc and return to dreamland deluxe))

Now im going to take a break after posting this on my other accounts and then later fight fecto elfilis (i do this almost every month sooo) and then grind my catlogue to get it to 100 before the next season starts

Jambuhbye!

(fuck i just remembered i wanted to talk about a silly headcanon i made for lis while drawing this but i forgot and i dont want to write more ahhhh)

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

i've been thinking a lot about a soft! dally x curtis sister! reader who is INCREDIBLY smart (like pony but x 100)! if you'd like to write something about that i would love to read it! if not that's okay too <3 thank you and have a good night!

Ten Minutes

A/N: Soft Dally, a dear love of mine <3 thanks for giving me the excuse to write for him, I really had fun with this :D

The sounds of Buck arguing with some of the regulars, accompanied by the low croons of Cash, drifted up through the stairwell and into the upstairs of the Merrill establishment. Shutting his bedroom door only did so much to block the noise, but Y/N hadn’t seemed to mind. They were content to work on the floor with their textbooks and papers scattered around them.

Dally watched them work from his bed. He laid back against the corner, taking a long drag of his cigarette as Y/N flipped to the next page in their textbook. When they showed up, backpack thrown over their shoulder, Dallas knew that any moves he wanted to make would have to wait until they were finished with their work. He’d learned a long time ago never to get between Y/N and schoolwork. It was a mistake he didn’t plan on remaking.

He was lucky to see them tonight anyway, he supposed, letting out a lungful of smoke as he watched them. Y/N scanned over a passage and then scribbled a few notes before going back to reading. They had a big test at the end of the week and Darry had been adamant about them studying. Dally knew they didn’t need it. They could pass that test with their eyes closed, they never had to study. Bringing A’s home was almost second nature to them, Darry always had their report cards tacked up on the icebox with Ponyboy’s. They were smart, there was no doubt about that. Dallas would get headaches just by looking at the math problems they worked through and the heavy books they read for class.

“Doll.”

Y/N’s eyes lifted from their textbook, eyebrows raised and pencil held between their teeth as they looked at Dally.

“You got a lot left to do?”

“No,” they shook their head and pulled the pencil from between their teeth to scribble a few more words. “Just a few pages left. I should be about ten minutes.”

Dallas nodded and settled back, taking another drag of the cigarette. They smiled at him, one corner of their mouth lifting up. Dally couldn’t help but smile back. Laughing gently to themselves, they looked back down to their notes and flipped to the next page in their textbook.

Yeah, he’d wait ten minutes.

[lolamarlowe65]

𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

“The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice.”

part one of ?

disclaimers: smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn shit, cursing, smoking, probably drinking, anyway kids go back to mama. (warnings will be more specific when smut will be there)

/!\ This story is a remake of a fanfic i found on wattpad called “James Hetfield, My New Neighbour” that hasn’t been updated since 2017. I just used it as an inspiration but i changed basically everything. Just saying so it doesn’t look like i take credit for shit that isn’t mine. But the whole thing is changed, just took it as a base. /!\

Wattpad link

࿓ 𓋪・𖧹 𖤐

Chapter 1 - Open House

7:00 am. My alarm went off.

I was unable to sleep all night. My eyes are dried up from all the wasted tears that kept rolling all night long along my cheeks. I "sleep" but I don't rest. I must have waited a minute before turning my alarm off. Unhappy and disappointed to start a new day.

I reached for my phone on my nightstand to turn my alarm off and wander around social media to push back even more the moment I will have to wake up. I got up and took out some pants from a cardboard box and a shirt from my dresser. An old dresser that screams in pain anytime I just throw away my clothes in it. Cardboard boxes tired of holding in my stuff since two weeks. 

I moved in with my grandmother two weeks ago. I couldn't be by myself, her either. I don't know if I'm taking care of her or if she takes care of me the most. We need each other. And I end up using her care as an excuse for not having the time to put away my stuff, while in truth I just don't have the motivation. Every time I try I just think about her...

I lost my mom from cancer. She recently passed away. I think about her all the time. I don't know if I will be able to ever love somebody new. In whatever way... it's just... it's just... too hard.

I got out of the shower and got ready to work at the pharmacy. After fixing my hair and making them look even more messy than they were before. (It looks like one of those 80s dude... what was his name again? Oh Axl Rose! I think he had those back in the time. But what do I know, I'm not into that.) Anyway, just know that I didn't do it on purpose. It'd be uglier if I did.

After my excessive use of self deprecating humour I lose my quick sarcastic smile to go and wake my grandmother up. She's in her room waiting for me to give her her medicine. No cancer. Arthritis. But whatever it was, she was still the second most important and the last person I had in my life. And it hurts me.

"- Grandma." i whisper.

"- Grandma, time to wake up. And to take your medicine, oh and breakfast too. You need to eat that." i said, a bit overwhelmed. 

Her eyes slowly opened and she looked at me. She put her hand on my cheek and she says :

"- Your mother was like you, always running around to be sure she doesn't forget something. You look so much like her dear."

I chuckled softly and I was happy to be reminded of this sweet part of my mother.

"- Haha! Good morning grandma." i said, kissing her cheek.

"- You need to get up, Stacy's gonna be there in a minute." i then proceeded.

"- Oh yeah you're right! I'm sure Stacy is going to be jealous of my nightgown if she sees it." she laughed.

"- Of course she is, who wouldn't?" i laughed too.

We continued on getting her prepared trying to have a light witty conversation as we used to. It didn't feel the same without my mother around but it felt peaceful. She would love this.

Stacy is a nurse who takes care of my grandma since my grandpa passed away when I was 14. He was the only man of my life. My father has never been in the picture. He was my true father. Stacy takes such good care of her since he's gone. She might be a little bit older than me but she is still my best friend. I have very few friends, but she is the best i've ever had.

Meanwhile I took my grandmother to her chair in the living room. She loved to watch old shows on her vintage tv. She stops on a sitcom my mother used to watch when she was little. It makes her laugh and smile. It makes me a little sad but I don't care as long as my grandma is happy.

*knock knock*

I looked over at the door.

"- Oh! She must be here grandma. I'm gonna be late for work anyway. See you after work, I love you!" i said, kissing her forehead.

"- Ok sweetheart. I love you too." she said holding my hand lovingly.

She held my hand like this for a second and finally let go. I make my way to the door and open it.

"- Good morning Stacy!" i said, her and i handshaking.

"- Good morning girl!" she replied.

I let her walk in with a bag of stuff my grandma likes.

"- I haven't given her her medicine yet but she still has time." i told her, pressed.

"- Don't worry girl! I'll be taking care of her from now on. We're gonna go out for lunch and redo the garden. I know she loves that! Now shoosh! Get your ass to work!" she said jokingly.

"- That's my grandma not yours Stacy." i sticked out my tongue to tease her.

"- Oh no! How will i live now knowing that!" she fakes being shot in the heart. "Anyway, have a good day Ann!"

"- You two have a good day! I'll be back around 6pm." i said before walking out the door.

Next door on the right side of my grandma's house the house there was having an open house. People were coming in and out all looking like they came from money. My grandmother and I are living in a house in L.A that's located, very luckily, in a very high end part of the town. I don't come from money, and I don't think I ever will. Money is even tight at the moment between all the expenses for my mother and my grandmother. But they are necessary and I don't care. We have enough to get through everything. That was all that was important. Still we live in this very good area of L.A. Back in the time, housing was not as expensive as it is today. My great-grandmother bought this house for nothing when she came to the country. Today it still has this early 1940s look but it's clean and beautiful. It's not as big has the ultra modern houses around. But there are other houses like ours. And it makes it look all the more odd. "Los Angeles" some might say. But it's not as ugly as one might think tho. The ultra modern houses populated by rich people that for most of them are giving us looks of disappointment every time they see us are kind of ruining it but the other houses like ours are old family houses. Some only habited in the summer, some by families. I didn't knew much about any of the neighbours around but it was without saying that it was a discreet neighbourhood. On the other hand, the house next to my grandmother's was a mix of both. Big house, very big, but with an old timey feeling. This house was beautiful. But empty. But today it seemed like it was getting sold.

I looked at the house while getting in my car and noticed different couples stopping by.

I hope they'll be nice.

࿓ 𓋪・𖧹 𖤐

A/N : I said it was slow burn shit, dw, our james appears right after. It’s Ann’s pov but i’ll maybe do one of james one day. Smut is coming, that’s my principal reason for writing but i figured some slow burn would make all the delusional bitches (like me) out there crazy. Idk if my writing is good, i do that to get my mind off of stuff, sorry if you don’t like it. Chapter 2 is already done, i’ll get it out right after this one. Love yall <33

[abuddyforeveryseason]

Don't look, Marion! It's the Buddy for April 12th! It's a gif! It's beautiful...

Today's Buddy was based on that famous scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark, the bane of VCR rewind buttons everywhere, where the bad guy's face melts off.

That must've been a fun special effect to pull off. And I know I say a lot of movies are the best movie of all times, but, seriously, Raiders is the best movie of all times, right?

Spielberg and Lucas wanted to make a James Bond movie, but they were chased off into the sunset, so they decided to make their own version - a much cooler adventurer, not tied to those british spy novels and silly penguin suits.

A lot of people say a movie like the Indiana Jones series couldn't be made today. I mean, not another Indiana Jones movie, there's probably another sequel on the way. But giving a guy the equivalent of 1981's 20 million bucks to make an original movie, not based on IP, just an idea the dude had.

I don't know about that - after all, Rebel Moon just came out, and that movie shares a similar background to Raiders - famous director wanting to make a movie that's part of a famous franchise, gets rejected, makes his own edgier and pulpier version.

Sure, it sucked, but, still, it got done.

I don't really agree with a lot of the public discourse about modern movies. Probably because I'm very optimistic about popular movies. People complain about franchises and IP, but, I don't think it's a bad thing. Or at least, not necessarily a bad thing.

A good example is the best movie of all times, Eternals. It's a Marvel movie, yeah. But it's about obscure characters, and it allowed a auteur director to make an actual big-budget movie for a chance, something she'd never have a chance to do without Marvel's help. And it's an interesting story - the original comics were an interesting story too, despite their clumsy flaws.

Yet, everybody hated it. Especially people who never heard about those nobodies before - they were the ones complaining about the lack of new ideas in Hollywood. So that was the beginning of the end for Marvel.

I still think a lot of the criticism wasn't about the movie itself, but about Zhao choosing to "sell out" and make a sci fi movie, and a Marvel one at that.

Thankfully, it'll never happen again.

But, I don't know if we'll get a movie as good as Raiders again. It's a different world. And, I don't know, in a way, we don't need it. Kids can just watch Raiders instead of some director having to reinvent the wheel for a new generation. I don't get why every era needs to have its Star Wars, anyway. I mean, I do get it, it's because there's money in making new movies, even if they're just rehashes.

I read something online about the dangers of nostalgia, of people being obsessed with their youth. It ends up making their bitter towards the present day, it turns toxic. And it's easy to exploit - just keep shoveling out remakes, reboots, adaptations of the crap they loved when they were kids, and they'll keep buying. Suckers.

There are people like that (and a lot of them), yeah, but there are different issues to consider, too. One idea that a lot of people agree with is, a person's never too old to enjoy kids' stuff. We keep getting angry about adults enjoying cartoons, but, what's the harm, really? And yet, that can turn toxic too - a lot of douchebag complaining about "wokeness" in cartoons is the dark reflection of a refusal to grow up. As is the creepy obsession with sexualizing kids' cartoons.

Sometimes, it's better to accept that you're too old to enjoy something that wasn't made for you. It's better than to force it into that slot. Let the kids have their thing.

Despite all that, though, I still like some kiddy stuff, although I appreciate it in different levels. And I did like Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. Old Indiana Jones was fun, it felt almost like a movie version of Mr. Mustachio from Osamu Tezuka stories.

[sparkie96]

“Deal With The Devil: Birth of Nero” Chapter 13: “Resident Evil 4 Remake (Pt. 9)”

The motor of the boat hummed and the water splashed, Leon sitting with his head propped up in his hand, looking ahead while Ada kept her eyes focused on the vast amount of water before them. Dante looked between them, wanting to say something, but he caught the look he was receiving from Leon in the rear view. Dante clamped his mouth shut as the silence dragged on.

Finally, after something seemingly gnawed at Leon, Leon turned to look at Ada, who didn’t so much as glance at him. Only when he decided against talking to her and only when he looked away, did she glance over at him.

Yeah, something had definitely been there at one point.

“You look like you’ve got something to say.” Ada called over the sound of the motor, Dante about to lean forward and say something until she held a finger in his face, “Not you. Leon.”

Leon didn’t look at her, “I’ve got something to ask you…” Then he did look at her, “but I don’t think I’ll get a straight answer.”

She merely smiled.

Leon continued, “Raccoon City. You know, after the incident. The world changed. You try to save one person; a hundred others die.”

“That sounds familiar…” Dante muttered under his breath, but Leon didn’t hear him.

“I guess I changed too.” Leon admitted.

Both Dante and Ada scoffed at that, Leon whipping his head back to look at Dante with a look. Dante held up his hands in defense, not meeting Leon’s eyes as he crossed his arms behind his head.

“You? Leon S. Kennedy?” Ada asked, seemingly not believing Leon either, looking directly at him now, “You haven’t changed. You just think you have.”

Leon looked away, the island they were approaching closer now, “So, here’s my question.” He looked to her once more, “Have you changed, Ada? Or are you just trying to use me again?”

“Whoa, what?” Dante asked, looking back and forth between them, “Plot twist. Again? When was the first time?”

Ada ignored Dante as she focused on Leon, “What do you think?”

(A/N: I promise, I am almost done with RE4Remake Section…like why is it so long though? Anyway, there’s some DMC1 flashback in this as well. Please enjoy!)

[astralartefact]

NieR Reincarnation Finale Predictions, Hopes & Dreams

With the Ending of the Best NieR game finally coming next week here are some hopes, dreams, thoughts and feelings about what I would expect!

I'm starting with the big divisive one and I really don't know why I'm seeing this so often as a big, excited "Oooh, What If!?!?":

If they end with "Delete your save data to save Humanity" just because the other two NieRs did it I'm suing. Not that I'm expecting them to do that, the writers of this game are so much better than that, but I guess my key point here is that that doesn't even make any sense, it's not a sacrifice, the game is inaccessible in a month anyways - and if you want them to do "the NieR thing" so bad, if anything they should do the opposite. If you ever delete the app despite it shutting down NieR's Humanity dies.

Anyways. Here's what I actually think we can expect:

10H comes back in some way at some point. Maybe not corporeal, but if you didn't read her Hidden Stories then boy, do I have some news for you! (and revisit Gayle's Hidden Stories too while you're at it, something might have changed (some ARG sh!t I tell you!!!))

Drakengard bullshit [affectionate]

A glimpse of what's coming next. If the chapter isn't longer than average then we absolutely have not enough time to wrap everything up - especially since N2 is here too now - and I do think that's by design. They're probably wrapping up the Cage and only the Cage, and the rest that won't be explained is...

Setup for the next game. I honestly think it might already come out this year, otherwise there would be no good reason to shut this game down this quick. But whatever the case maybe on that front - what I'm sure about is that Yoko Taro already knows where we're headed and since this is pretty much the first time (exception being Replicant Remake's Ending E, but that also already existed before in book form) that we're heading into an Ending where he already knows concretely what the next game is going to look like, I think we can expect them to teaser something about it.

I would be cautious about expecting Accord. I think she's going to show up, but probably just in the stinger after the credits or something. Even if the chapter was - somehow - double the length than usual we still wouldn't have enough time to also explain Accord's whole deal, especially since we're apparently also doing that with N2 already. That being said if she doesn't show up in Reincarnation in any form that just means she's going to show up in the next game, because she has to at this point.

Now for some things I want to see, some more delusional than others:

I want Fio and Levania to sing a White Song, Black Scales as the Final Boss. I would kill for that to happen. Make it end on a Deadly Drakengard Ring Rhythm Game.

I think The End might be that our 20-ish characters reincarnate? That they're (part of) the future of Humanity? (I'm mainly hoping some of them get to show up in the next game)

Make N2 R3Pent!!! MAKE HER A MANAH DRAKENGARD 2!!!!!!!!!!! (also to add to my thoughts from here, i think in the scene from the trailer where Fio reaches out to someone she might be reaching out to N2)

One of the stills in the N2 Screen in the trailer looks like 2 N2s doing Her Inflorescence's pose from FF14's Y:DA (yeah of course i noticed that, i will keep you updated if they actually reference it at some point but #AnoggForReincarnation isn't dead yet!!!)

Speaking of which please mention Y:DA in N2's backstory I beg of you q_q pls. do it for me <3

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

You guys want a quick one-shot for that vampire Peter and Martin au I’ve got going on here that might be based on a really dumb idea?

No?

You’re getting it anyway.

Warning: blood, mentions of gross skin treatments 

On with the fic!

--

Martin looked into the fridge and made a face, pulling out a container of congealed blood, giving it a shake, hearing the contents making a wet slapping sound. “How in the world do you even get this stuff without anyone questioning you?”

Peter looked up from the extra-large travel mug that he was currently drinking a hot coffee/blood combo from, his phone momentarily forgotten in his hand. “Huh?”

“This.” Martin shook the container again. “How are you able to purchase all this animal blood without anyone asking questions? I mean, human blood might be more alarming, but you have at least...” He looked back into the fridge. “No, no, counting the one in my hand and the one you didn’t finish on the counter, you have eleven containers in here.”

Peter sniffed. “I’ve got the money.”

“That’s not the problem here.”

“You can pay people off well enough to not ask questions.”

“True, but what if anyone does question? Hm? Have an answer for it then?”

The vampire gave him a look before taking a long drink from the mug. “Alright, so, it has been asked before, and you wanna know how easy it is to brush off concerns?”

“How easy?” Martin asked.

“Stupidly easy!” He threw his hands up in the air. “Like, you wanna know what I’ve told people? ‘I need animal blood because I’m doing the vampire treatment.”

Martin blinked slowly, looking concerned. “The... Peter, you are a vampire.”

“Like I need a reminder.” Peter snorted and took another drink. “So, okay, I know you’ve been locked up for two decades, but in that time, beauty regiments have becoming so fucking ridiculous, more so than what you probably had to deal with in the 90s. There’s this weird thing where people thing that body fluids can make you look younger or help cure you.”

“That’s... body fluids?”

“Blood, urine, semen, all that funny, happy, horse shit.” Peter said so casually. 

“That’s pseudo-science.” Martin spoke, clearly offended. 

“Yep.” Peter shrugged. “And people love that shit! It’s trendy, it’s the new thing! Like essential oils! But yeah, there’s this thing called the vampire skin treatment, and it involves blood and lotions. Lots of rich idiots are doing it.”

“And you are having people believe you’re a rich idiot who fell for this insanity?” Martin asked as he put the blood away, frowning. “And to think I’m the one who was locked up for twenty-odd years just because I was doing a little off-the-clock anatomy studying.”

Peter gave him a deadpanned look. “You were killing people.”

“I like what I call it better.” 

“Anyway!” Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, easy enough to fool people that I’m going all Elizabeth Bathory to keep myself young and beautiful. Granted, blood letting sorta led me to remaining somewhat young and always beautiful, but I didn’t need a fuckin’ vampire to bite me for that last part.” He smirked. 

Martin raised an eyebrow. “Right. Have you every actually tried to bathe in blood?”

“No, too gross, too Evil Dead remake for me. I did try a milk bath once, hated it, it felt weird and was too expensive to do often anyway.” Peter huffed and grabbed for his phone. “But yeah, people just believe the vampire skin treatment thing if they ask why I’ve paid for a few containers of pig’s blood. There is a literally delicious irony to it.”

“I’m sure there is.” Martin spoke before grabbing for something in the fridge that he’d actually want to drink, very much not the blood, no, not that. 

--

I have a personal beef with pseudo-science people over many things, but one of the biggest is the bodily fluid treatments. Ew. EW.

At least it works as a believable excuse for Peter to have blood in his fridge.

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

I had a thought.

It's been almost a year. Looking back on it, it seems to me that Universal and DreamWorks were so gosh-dang quiet about RUBY GILLMAN (comma) TEENAGE KRAKEN simply because it opened a month after the release of Disney's live-action LITTLE MERMAID remake. "Ya think??" Yeah, it's probably obvious, but I'll go into detail anyways.

Now, I'm not gonna dredge up the unnecessary and needless noise that briefly surrounded these two movies... But I do think the similarities, namely a redheaded mermaid, did play a part in everyone's hesitance to let the world know: This movie actually exists!

Not until 3 1/2 months before its release date, anyways. Again, such an unusual rollout for a high-end animated movie that cost roughly $70m to make.

TEENAGE KRAKEN apparently was in development in some form at DreamWorks since the mid-2010s, which seems feasible, given how long these things take from conception to completion. Very rarely are they fast-tracked, like say, THE EMOJI MOVIE was. Tony Leondis created the pitch for that in early 2015, and three studios got in a bidding war over it. Sony was the winner (Paramount and WB were the other candidates), picked it up ASAP, greenlit it right away, and within two years the movie was in multiplexes... That was... Quick!

But usually, it's a lengthy development-to-production cycle. No one outside the walls of DreamWorks knew what this sea monster movie was until scooper sites started "reporting" it in mid-2021. The LITTLE MERMAID remake already was known to the public well before that. It had gotten its late spring 2023 release date a few months after these scoops about GILLMAN got out. MEET THE GILLMANS, it was known as, for a long time.

By this point in time, DreamWorks' schedule was pretty clear-cut. BOSS BABY 2 was pretty much out, or coming out. BAD GUYS was spring 2022, PUSS IN BOOTS 2 was penciled in for fall 2022. Both announced a while before that. Universal had Illumination's SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE pegged for Christmas 2022, and then an untitled DreamWorks movie set for April 2023 would follow that. That was going to be RUBY GILLMAN, TEENAGE KRAKEN... Which would've placed it a little over a month before Disney's Memorial Day release of THE LITTLE MERMAID.

However, RUBY GILLMAN could've been a fall 2022 release...

At one point in time, DreamWorks had THE BAD GUYS scheduled for September 2021. That would be followed by PUSS IN BOOTS 2 in April 2022, probably followed by RUBY GILLMAN in the fall... TROLLS 3 already had the fall 2023 slot by this point, one could guess that the spring 2023 movie could've been... I dunno, THE WILD ROBOT? ORION AND THE DARK, even? Possibly KUNG FU PANDA 4.

Often times, movie slates get domino'd in animation-land. Usually, DreamWorks' slate changes didn't really effect Illumination's. They typically lock the 4th of July frame and the Christmas frame.

COVID-19 certainly played a part in things getting pushed back, for DreamWorks. If you remember, BOSS BABY 2 was initially thought to be a late March 2021 release. That date was inked shortly after the first movie arrived and surprisingly broke out in the spring of 2017. It moved to September 2021, pushing BAD GUYS to April 2022... Then it moved up a bit, as an experimental day-and-date release in July 2021. Occupying the slot MINIONS 2 was originally looking at. It didn't make back its money theatrically, but a third BOSS BABY is coming, so DreamWorks essentially must've said "mulligan". (It also helps that the first movie and the TV series do consistently well on streaming.)

So by the end of 2021, we were looking at BAD GUYS as an April 2022 release, PUSS 2 as a September 2022 release, and something yet to be titled after that in April 2023 in addition to TROLLS 3 in November of that year. Illumination's MINIONS sequel, after two major COVID-19-related delays, was set for July 2022, and SUPER MARIO BROS. MOVIE would follow Christmas week... All seemed to lock together, even though DreamWorks was still being mum about what Untitled April 2023 Movie was...

But then... Illumination delayed MARIO. To April 2023, the slot that RUBY GILLMAN was looking at. This was done to coincide with the Super Nintendo World theme park opening... So, DreamWorks moved right into the ripe Christmas frame with PUSS IN BOOTS 2.

Feasibly, they could've moved RUBY GILLMAN up to January or something, and kept PUSS 2 in September... But they opted to give PUSS 2 the Christmas frame, thus a long, record-breaking leggy run. Worked out perfectly for the kitty, but it ultimately sunk the sea monsters.

MARIO taking April meant that RUBY GILLMAN had to move, so Universal chose late June 2023. 4th of July frame... That Illumination's MIGRATION originally occupied... MIGRATION took this past Christmas slot. All feel into place after that, but poor RUBY GILLMAN now was opening after LITTLE MERMAID... And I think Universal/DreamWorks just kinda tossed it off. Didn't announce its existence at all until about 3 1/2 months before release, as if they could wipe their hands of it and move onto the next few movies. THE WILD ROBOT and DOG MAN have been announced and have concrete release dates, well ahead of schedule. The latter was known to be in development for a long while, too. WILD ROBOT is a fairly recently announcement. ORION AND THE DARK was known about at least half a year before its Netflix debut. And that's a streaming movie, not like a big theatrical performance was expected of it.

I bring this up now because I keep thinking of the untitled Thanksgiving 2024 WDAS movie, and how the Disney Co. still hasn't officially revealed what it is... And there are nine months to go. Again, usually these things are announced a year or so in advance. If they aren't ready after being unveiled to the world, then they simply get delayed... But, Disney's curiously cutting this one pretty close. Heck, ENCANTO, STRANGE WORLD, and WISH were cut pretty close as well. Relatively speaking. Usually a WDAS is known about 2-3 years in advance. I'm sure we'll learn about what it is soon, but that they're still being this quiet about it makes me wonder. And given other things going on with WDAS itself, I get a little concerned, ya know?

Or everything's ginger-peachy, and they have a strategy for it, the movie itself is fine, and it speedily introduces itself via a teaser trailer sometime soon and then sticks the landing. Maybe it's ahead of schedule and it will be done before mid-2024, in anticipation of the possible animation/VFX strike. We shall see.

[soaricarus]

🍀 for. any of your rain world ocs you wanna talk about we don't remember all their names shfhfhhd

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

oh its paragraph time baby.

ancients

endless sky, looping sea - ok so here's a funny thing my friend mentioned something about omens being close with an ancient iirc and i offered to make a silly for that and now i have endless :] and then they got the horrors.

soaring eclipse above crescent tides - originally a bit of Sol Warrior Cats and icarus but now it's just self projection plaza. their design however i can talk about. the current one, at least. their current one is much more dragon based and has pterosaur based wings! the blue-purple gradient has always been a constant for some reason and i think it was just for the sake of accent colors.

apparently everlasting - i saw a post akin to this post i think? something like it, and i had the idea of a kid turned turned iterator because their mom didn't want them to be forced to ascend during the mass ascension because of how young they were. she hoped she could stay too, but...

pearls collapsing within stained grounds - had the idea of a child that got echoed and their echo could never leave because they were attached to the very world itself

stars lost within stars / boundless dying stars among vanishing clouds - "so we have iterators turned slugcat..... what about ancient turned slugcat?" and then the horrors.

slugcats

broadcast slugcat - rule of funny in a roleplay lmao. something something itd be funny if a slugcat connected to the broadcast

the collector - had the idea of an iterator reincarnated into a slugcat.

specks of feathers - so endless' iterator friend has A Lot of miros birds and i thought- what if endless did have a friend as an echo before they ever said hi to omens again as an echo?

little light - MY FIRST RAIN WORLD OC. they're based on my first survivor playthrough where i went pearl collecting. their title is the archaeologist. the red strings and red dots on the forehead are inspired by looks to the moon.

the gatherer - an iggy projection slugcat!

the laceweaver - one of the beta spearmaster designs shared by faeling!

the voidskipper - dark teal/abyss colored cut arena slugcat

iterators

seven lucky patches - on an rp server we were joking abt getting mipped and i made a silly design and Wuhoh here's an oc i have now. their design is inspired by calico cats because they're called lucky cats in german - and seven is a lucky number in germany. and yknow. clovers

a vestigial era - SO. ONE OF MY FIRST RAIN WORLD OCS. this is a direct quote; "i just made eon because i wanted funny iterator that bruteforced their way outta their can". I THINK IT WAS MY FRIEND HERO'S IDEA THAT HE WAS AN ITERATOR TURNED SLUGCAT? I'M NOT TOO SURE ON THAT ONE. his original name was lost vestigial era! he bruteforced a way outta his can to check up on his friend, falling silent hope, aaand on the topic of her -

falling silent hope - oh voids i need to add her modified puppet ref/remake it. anyway. one of my first rain world ocs again! i think she was made just to be ave's friend - her structure is in awful condition. its only standing because of slugcats and scavengers. anyway! her original inspiration is hard to pinpoint.... i think i was messing around?

futile constellations - um. i had a name. i wanted to use it. the design is inspired by galaxies and night skies though. now that i'm looking at it probably also an old adopt i made

scattered perception - yeah ok SO i had the name and i dont remember where i got it from? but it gave me the idea of an iterator where the overseers are them and not just eyes for them and the rest is history

SORROW/watcher - evosmp watchers do i need to say more

apathetic nostalgia - originally they were a joke of "haha inv but iterator turned slugcat" ........... guess who has a wholeass story now that includes someone elses oc and they both had their narratives doomed by eachother

and i think that's all the ocs i can mention and remember atm lmao