#distracted myself by turning it into an art project

[pleckthaniel]

Okay I am not claiming that testosterone makes people angry because that simply is not true but for me it has definitely unearthed a lot of suppressed rage I've been carrying around

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[eggsdrawings]

Hey I'm curious. When did you get into my hero academia

i started mha back in 2019!! i binged it all over spring break and i think only up to s3 was out at the time, so once s4 came out i was hooked for good LOL

[shelbgrey]

Doing Something unholy (Benedict Bridgerton)

Paring: Benedict Bridgerton x Wife!Reader

Summary: Benedict wants help with one of his "art projects"

Warrings: SMUT! Riding, getting dirty with paint both metaphorically and literally, unprotected sex, painting body parts, praise kink, dirty talk, married couple.

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Benedict had been locked in his room for hours, I was missing my husband and getting bored of hearing yet another story about Colin's travels. As much as I loved him, I couldn't take much more. I excused myself from the conversation with my brother-in-laws and walked down the hallway where I knew Benedict would be doing his painting.

I opened the door quietly. I smiled when I peaked around the corner, even in his most comfortable state he was the most handsome I've ever seen. He was wearing nothing but his ruffled white shirt, the collar open wide to reveal most of his chest and his suspenders were sitting somewhat loose on his shoulders. His gray eyes staring intently on his canvas as his hand moved the brush with expertise.

I came up behind the stool he was sitting on and my lips found his cheek. He turned his head slightly, catching my lips before they could make contact with his skin then returned to his work.

“don't let me distract you, My Love” I whispered as my hands found the opening of the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel his warm skin against mine even if it was just the palm of my hand.

“You always know how to distract me, Mrs. Bridgerton” he says softly as the brush continues to move gracefully across the canvas.

“Me?” I kissed his jaw as my palms moved down his bare chest. “never”

He chuckles softly, the sound low and rich. His eyes never leave the canvas as he continues to paint, but his body leaned into my touch. “Mmm... I beg to differ, darling”

“Mhm” my fingers hooked on to the suspenders on his shoulder and pulled them down so they hung from his pants. “Just keep painting... I won't distract you” I said softly against his neck. I kissed the skin where his jaw and neck met as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, my hands still brushing up and down his chest as I stood behind him.

His breath hitches as my lips meet his skin, fingers tightening on the brush for a moment. He releases a slow breath, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Darling…” His voice is husky, just a little rough, like his warning me even though he knows it'll be ignored.

“Yes, my love?” I asked innocently.

He turns his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “You may think you're not being a distraction, but you got that look on your face… that naughty one, my dear”

“I don't know what you're talking about” I smiled. I placed my hand on his jaw, turning his face towards me. The paintbrush falls to the floor with a clink as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling into his lap I set sideways on just one of his knees as his other hand reaches up to cup my cheek, staining my skin with the leftover paint on his fingers. “Oh, I think you do”

Our noses brush against each other as he cupped my cheek. I shivered when I felt the cool liquid of the paint touch my cheek. He smirks, his thumb brushing gently against the smear of paint. “It seems like I've left a little something on you”

I shook my head playfully, knowing the dirty thoughts that were probably circling his mind after that little inuwindo. I reached for the paint that was on the table next to us and dipped my finger tips into the liquid. I gave him a playfully smile as I smeared some paint on his bare chest to get him back for the mess he made on my cheek.

He chuckles, the sound warm and rich. his eyes watched me intently as the paint marks appeared on his chest. His free hand reached up and grabbed mine, making a paint blotch on his skin as he pressed our hands to his chest. A small smile playing on his lips. “You're a messy one, aren't you?”

“When it comes to you” I said softly, cupping his jaw and kissing him softly as more paint got stained his jaw.

The softness of the moment only broke when he pulled back, his breath slightly ragged as he looked at the smeared paint on my cheek and neck. “you want to try something... New?” He murmurs, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

I nodded softly, pressing my forehead against his. “Like what, My love?” I asked, slipping my hand under the unbuttoned white shirt that he was still wearing, showing the rest of his torso.

His breath hitches, he leans in and whispers against my lips. “I want to paint with you, use our bodies to do it”

I couldn't miss the sexual undertone and the sparkle in his eyes. The idea of our nude bodies in paint and rolling around, making an abstract design did something to me in a way I couldn't explain. We weren't strangers to trying new things in our sex life. I pressed my lips to his and nodded. In the corner of my eye I could see a huge piece of paper lying on the floor of his studio.

He presses a quick passionate kiss to my lips then pulls away with intensity. “Take your clothes off” He commands softly, the thought of getting covered in paint together turning him on.

I get up from his lap and pull my dress down, letting it pool to the floor. His eyes roam over my corset-clad body with nothing but intensity and admiration. He stands up and begins to remove his shirt. In a rushed pace, revealing his toned chest and arms.

His gray eyes stared at me with hunger as I quickly untied the corset and threw it to an unknown place in the room, leaving me completely bare to him. His breath hitches, taking in the sight of my nude form. He blindly picks up a large paintbrush, his eyes never leaving mine. “Lie down on the canvas, face up” instructs, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, sir” I said softly, I placed a kiss on his lips before walking over the large piece of paper on the ground and layed down on it like I was told.

Benedict's breath catching at the sight of my bare body against the canvas. He reaches for a container of paint and dips the brush in, approaching the canvas. “You're so beautiful, so perfect”

I spread my legs slightly and let my arms lay above my head, watching him kneel between my legs with lust in my eyes. my eyes fluttered closed, moaning at the feeling of the cold liquid hitting my burning skin. He paints swirls and thick layers around my breasts, belly, and thighs. As he paints, he occasionally dips his fingers in paint and runs it over my skin. My eyes fluttered closed and my brain short circuited at feeling the cool liquid against my flesh, all I could focus on was him.

The brush glided over my nipples and down my stomach. He reaches for another container of paint, a deeper shade of purple. “Open your legs wider” He instructs softly.

He paints a large, thick swirling against my inner thighs, the purple paint standing out against our pale skin. He then sets the brush down and runs his finger tips over my skin. “So beautiful” He murmurs, our eyes locked as his hands travel up the inside of my thigh.

“Ben…” I moaned softly, feeling my stomach tighten from the pleasure. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together for some sorta friction, feeling myself getting wetter for him. My hips arched and a sinful noise was forced from my lips as his fingers brushed through my folds, gathering the juices before teasing my clit with a thin, delicate touch. “So wet for me already”

I moaned softly, arching my hips up instinctively as His hands ran over my burning cheek. He smirked, watching me squirm on the canvas. “You're so beautiful... I'm going to give you a final touch here”

“Benedict” moaned softly.

“Yes, my love? Shall we continue?” He asks, his voice soothing yet dominating and teasing.

“Y-yes” I tested his patience by quickly flipping us on the canvas. I pushed him gently to his back and I straddled his hips.

Benedict's eyes widened in surprise as he registered he was on the canvas now, flat on his back. He looks around at the canvas, smirking as he layed in the center. “What are you doing, love?” He asks, his voice slightly breathless.

He watched intently as I dipped my fingers in the paint and slowly made a stroke of red from his collarbone and down his chest. I could feel his heart racing with anticipation under the tips of my fingers as the red paint trails down his chest, he can't help but let out a soft gasp. “Fuck,” He breathes, his hands squeezing my paint stained hips. “Keep going”

He lets out a sharp intake of breath as my fingers slowly brushed from his neck and down to one of his nipples. Benedict's back arched off the canvas as his gray eyes stared into mine. He huffs and before I knew it he was setting up and I remained in his lap. I moaned against his lips, kissing him roughly as I blindly took a glob of paint and ran both of my hands down his back, gripping his shoulders. My nails dug into the back of his shoulders when I felt his erection poking against my aching core, I instinctively rock my hips.

He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving, his eyes holding a feral gaze. “Enough games” He growls, the grip on my hips tighten as pressed his erection against my slick folds. “bloody hell”

I threw my head back in pleasure as he suddenly buried himself inside me. I let out a moan, arching my hips as the paint on our skin mixed, creating a messy, beautiful scene.

“Benedict!” I moaned. He thrusts roughly, his need and desire filling every movement. The paint on our bodies mixes and smears on the canvas beneath us, creating a masterpiece worthy of the love between the artist and his muse. “Fuck, you're so tight, love”

I moaned at the fast pace he set, I placed my hands on his chest, leaving handprints all over his skin as I tried to keep balance. I rocked my hips at a rough, rushed pace. I moaned his name like a prayer.

“I can't get enough of you, Darling” Benedict groans possessively. I moaned and cried his name as he continued to thrust and rock our bodies together like a mad man. His pace unrelenting as he claimed my body without missing a movement. Paint mixed with our sweat, leaving trails of color on our skin and the canvas beneath. “Stay with me, y/n... Fuck me back”

“Benedict” I moaned desperately, rolling my hips, riding him at a fast pace. “oh, God” I moaned out, lifting my hips up so only his tip remained then swiftly setting myself back down, so I felt every inch of him.

He growls, he blindly dips his hand in paint then grip on your hips, making the cold liquid smear over my hips and back as his hips moved with mine, driving himself deeper, hitting every spot that had me seeing stars. The scene before us became an abstract explosion of passion, paint and sweat.

“God, Benny!” I moaned, rocking my hips and trying to keep up with his thrusts. My head falls back in pleasure as every inch of him stretches me out and his tip repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“You feel so good, Darling, so perfect” Benedict's voice was thick, husky against my neck. Every word was filled with his desire and lust. Our hands never stop roaming over each other, leaving trails of color and feeling wherever he could touch. My cry of pleasure encouraged his movements to become more urgent.

Feeling of our hot bodies and the cold paint that covered us consumed me with pleasure. It was something that felt so good but scandalous even for a married couple. I didn't care, it felt too good to stop now. The sinful activities was for our eyes only and all that mattered was the two of us. I moaned and cried out his name like it was the only thing in knew. I arched my hips as the knot in my stomach got dangerously tight with pleasure.

There's something wildly intoxicating about the act. Benedict's hand wrapped around the back of my neck with his painted covered hand and pressed our lips together and swiftly flipped our bodies, pressing my paint covered back to the abstracted canvas.

I moaned, tugging at his hair as I sunk underneath his body. I arched my hips off the canvas, the mixture of paint and our releases making the paper stick to our skin. I let out a high pitched moan, my head falling back in pleasure against the canvas

“Benedict... B-ben I'm close” I moaned desperately.

His hips bucked, the pace became faster and more urgent. He nipped at my ear lobe, whispering. “Come for me Darling” his voice was like a siren call, pulling me into the depth of pleasure that was him.

I dug my nails into his back as my walls clenched around him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him deeper Inside me. My body arches, our body pressed firmly together, leaving no space between us and allowing the paint on our skin to become one.

shivers went down my spine. He thrust harder and deeper, his eyes locked with mine as pushes me over the edge. “I want to see you fall apart for me” He said, his voice strained and desire glowing in his eyes.

I let out a sinful moan, digging my nails into his shoulders as our eyes locked. The intensity of his gaze was enough to make the knot in my stomach snap. I held on to him tightly like he was the only thing keeping from slipping away. I arched my hips as I came, my orgasm drowning me in pleasure “Benedict!”

He growled low, as I convulsed around him triggering his release. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and biting at my skin as he rode his orgasm out. His hips kept bucking until we were both spent. “Christ you're beautiful”

I moaned softly, feeling the mixture of our releases pool in between my thighs and onto the canvas. He carefully pulled, leaving me moaning at the emptiness I felt. A satisfying smile spread across his face as his softening member left my warmth. He looked down at the canvas and saw the mess we made, the paint and our releases creating an abstract art piece.

“I'm going to clean you up, Darling,” Benedict said softly and carried me to the bathroom. He filled up the tub with hot water. Then sat down gently into the water, I sighed constantly as the warm water kissed my skin. Benedict slowly sat himself behind me in the water and began to wash the paint and our releases off my skin gently. “We make quite the mess, don't we?” He said, smiling against my shoulder as he kissed it lovingly.

“we always do one way or another” It was always something with us, we still haven't told violet about the couch we broke. Luckily Anthony was able to find an identical one to replace it before their mother found out.

He chuckled as he continued to run the washcloth over my skin. His fingers gently massaging my spent muscles as he cleaned the remaining paint off. “And I wouldn't change it for the world”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“when did you do that?” Anthony asked, looking at the large abstract canvas that was now hanging in Benedict's room.

“the other day” Benedict said as anthony got closer to the piece of art. His eyes squinted and he tilted his head, studding the odd canvas.

Colin added “since when do you do abstract art? It's quite large too”

“trying something new” Benedict said, glancing up at his two brothers for a moment. He tried to hide his smirk at the thought of the process it took to make the piece.

“is that a hand print?” colin asked, he got closer and stared at all the random blotches and strokes. “it's too small to be yours-oh...” he stepped back and Anthony turned his head to benedict, smirking. “oh you didn't, brother you sly-”

“a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell” Benedict said, cutting off Anthony's teasing. “oh, but brothers don't keep secrets” Colin added, raising an eyebrow.

“carriages, canvases... Can nothing stay innocent in this family?” Anthony asked, shaking his head at his little brothers.

[verstarppen]

A THANK YOU LETTER

an apology and update! for all you beautiful people - 2 for the price of 1

hello! over the months i've written and deleted this letter because i was too much of a coward to show my face after i left. i contemplated if it would be adequate enough, if it even matters. At the end, i owe this fandom too much, so here it is:

THE APOLOGY

i am truly sorry. there's no better way of putting it.

the more i create the more i realise how this fandom held my hand and i simply wouldn't be the person i am now if this blog never existed. i've always struggled with sharing art and writing online, as i thought it was too lame and took the coward route of keeping it to myself and my closest friends.

ever since this blog, i've found that less of an issue. the more i think about how much i let you and myself down by disappearing the more i feel the shame weigh me down. i never wanted to leave, but life has this funny way of forcing your hand when you least expect it.

without getting too personal, this year hasn't been great for me or anyone close to me - friendships died, family members were hospitalised, university crushed me, expectations from everyone around me made me question if i'm failing in every aspect of my life, i lost passions like art - something i've always thought of as my dream career, and i fear the stress will only grow rather than die down.

in some of those harder moments i would always turn to a distraction, create something for a fandom i enjoy to get my mind off things. to see your comments and your messages always kept me going even when i physically couldn't take the stress of everything around me anymore. being busy made my flame for F1 dwindle, too. it's one of the main reasons i didn't return earlier. I've missed half the races this year, yes that includes both lando and oscar's wins, and although im looking forward to the summer break ending and the racecs coming back, i don't think the enthusiasm will ever return to the way it was when this blog was at its peak.

i feel like a coward for disappearing and it's a big regret of mine this year. i can't promise to write for F1 again, but what i've made will always be archieved here :)

THE UPDATE

not great. i can't even lie i'm not doing too hot right now. i promised i would return to writing when things finally calmed down and yet the more stress there was the more one off projects i made to combat it. throughout the months i've accumulated a lot of side projects for different fandoms like star wars, star trek, dc, merlin and lesser known fandoms such as heavy rain, mortal kombat, the sims (no seriously have you seen the lore) etc. that i have nowhere to post. in april i decided i can't afford (literally) to distract myself with any hobby projects for the sake of my situation and thus... i was an idiot and i deleted my ao3 account. there weren't that many stories on there anyway, but i regret it even if it was the right decision.

i owe @wtfisakilometer2 so much for telling me that the people who love the blog wouldn't mind what fandom it is as long as it's by me, even if i don't fully believe it. it did open my eyes to finally write this, though, so direct all your love to her.

so that leaves me here, sort of homeless on my own blog and with very conflicting feelings about it's direction. i intend to preserve it as an archive of my F1 writing without messing with it, but still let you know about my new ao3 and everything on it so i can keep both our interests in mind.

thank you for reading if you made it this far, i hope you have an awesome day and a lot of cat memes in your pinterest. thank you for all the lovely messages (i read everything) and thank you for everything this fandom has offered me. i will truly never get over you guys.

- star :)

[sunshine304]

New Fanbinding! Two fics by KouriArashi

Now that the gift copies for @gingersnapwolves have arrived (and how quick the post was this time, I'm in awe!), I can post about my latest fanbinding project.

I had decided on binding both fics about, uhm, two years ago? XD I love all of Kouri's CQL fics; she's actually the reason I started watching the show in the first place, so it was a no-brainer to bind some of her fics!

I think I did the typset for "The Way It Wasn't" in 2021 but I had a specific design idea for the case in mind and didn't feel confident to tackle that just yet, so the printed version sat around for... a while. Sometime after that, I did the typeset for "Picking Up the Pieces", which took longer because of the photo edits.

I finally got around to actually making the books in May and I'm very pleased with the results, though there were a lot of stumbling blocks in both projects and I'm actually surprised that the finished books look good. XD I was sure I'd case in the block upside down after all the other mishaps, but at least I didn't do that. XD (I might have checked each book like five times, though... just in case. XD)

More pictures and info about the process behind the cut.

The books are supposed to be the first in a series of 5, each focussing on one of the great sects, and so I decided to use the same basic design ideas: colour-coded for the sect, the cut-out on the front, the little graphic on the back, same brand of Parisian marbled paper, frontispiece depicting the location, sect logo as title page, same design for titling on the spine.

For some reason, my camera refuses to really catch the foil colour from "Picking Up the Pieces" on the titling - it's a light pink/ rosé coloured foil.

The planned design for that book really caused me quite some grief, because it turned out that the foil I'd wanted to use (a light lilac one) did not work on this kind of book cloth. It's only for using a laminator / hot iron and so also doesn't work on paper with a foil pen.

I changed the colours for that books so often, going to a coated lilac cloth (where the foil works because it's coated...) but that didn't look good with the light coloured paper I used with the logo (no contrast), so I went back to this cloth and went looking for another foil. I tried rosegold which was okay, but then I lucked out and got the light pink one at a local shop.

For "The Way It Wasn't", I used a lot of official art:

For "Picking Up th Pieces", I used a mix of (edited) official art and photo edits I made myself. The "problem" of this fic is that Lan Wangji starts living at Lotus Pier, wearing Jiang colours most of the time and no forehead ribbon.

Also, Jiang Yanli is now sect leader and needed some fancy clothes. Luckily, Xuan Lu has acted in a lot of dramas recently where she wore some more dramatic robes that would fit a sect leader. I had to do colour edits of the robes at times and at one point had to photoshop Lan Wangji into a picture with her. My old Photoshop did not like all of this but I managed in the end. XD

I'm pleased with the results and might make a post with the photo edits at one point.

I also asked Kouri about her fancast for the OC Yu Zhiyi; that was a while ago. I wanted to include a picture of the character but didn't want to choose someone at random if Kouri already had someone in mind. Of course, I never mentioned that this was for the book; it was supposed to be a surprise after all! ;D

I'm really pleased with how the books turned out, especially considering all the stuff that went wrong in making the cases... XD I guess I can say I learned some things? XD

It's always fun if you mess up something on one case and think, "Ah well, this will be my copy then, I guess!" and then you mess up even worse on the other case! XD So Kouri got the book with more air bubbles in the logo because on the other case, the title was crooked. Argh!

I added some ornaments to distract a bit from that. It's also important to know that I'm a bit OCD about titles and stuff being crooked, I just hate it. This was a very sad moment for me.

But that's always the danger when fumbling around with that flimsy foil and the print-out. I'll live! :D

Materials used:

Printed on Clairefontaine Papago 80g (TWIW) and Clairefontaine DCP 100g (PUTP)

Case + endpapers "The Way It Wasn't":

- booklinen Brillianta - French marbled paper 120g - craft paper - hot foil (on brand)

Case + endpapers "Picking Up the Pieces":

- booklinen Imperial - French marbled paper 120g - Rössler letter paper 100g - hot foil (cheap stuff)

[falconcoast]

university prompsss he definitely watches you from across the lecture hall until you make eye contact with him and he turns back to cyno or something

college au ii | tighnari x reader

a/n: tighnari is literally me in this scenario. i literally did this today with my crush.

warnings: none!

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it's not very often that tighnari is distracted.

in the language arts lecture hall, he stared at your figure from down below. you had moved down a few rows to work with another friend near the front of the room. he could hear your laugh, and watched as you threw your head back after a joke they made.

the document he had pulled up on his laptop went untouched and the mouse blinked periodically. cyno was droning on about how he would have to run to the campus bookstore to get another notebook after his had just filled up. but tighnari wasn’t really listening, focused only on the way you adjusted in your seat to get ready to write the paragraph that the lecturer assigned. 

he placed a hand on his cheek, a small smile coming on his face. your energy was infectious, and he felt it run through the course of his veins. subconsciously, his tail wagged back and forth. his ears even drooped into a calmed position. 

tighnari could go on and on about how much he admired you. since your first project together earlier that semester, he was charmed by your quick wits and never ceasing joy around him. lately, you’ve been attending study sessions in the library with him. your intelligence only bolstered his appreciation of you. when he can’t generate ideas for writing, you’ll be there to bounce ideas back and forth. you also happened to memorize his coffee order after only seeing him ask for it once. and you always send him the notes when he’s missing class for a field study out in the avidya forest, and--

cyno elbowed tighnari in the side, making him sit up straight. “what the hell was that for?!” he nearly exclaimed, rubbing over where he inflicted the pain. cyno only tilted his head to the side, motioning down below. 

to his horror, you were bashfully looking up at him. a rosy blush bloomed on his cheeks from embarrassment. scratching the back of your neck nervously, you spoke. “um, tighnari?” you asked politely. “would you mind tossing me a pencil down from my pencil case? i would get it, but, uh, it’s sort of a hassle to go through fifty-something seats.” 

“of course!” he nodded vigorously. gently, he cracked open your pencil case and got one out. standing up, he tossed it down into your open hands with ease and accuracy. 

“thank you!” you grinned with a brain-melting smile. quickly, you turned back to your work, eagerly diving into conversation with your friend. 

“you are painfully obvious,” cyno noted, to which tighnari flicked him. his vision continued to be trained on you. 

briefly, your eyes caught his. you held his gaze for a moment, offering a small wave and smile. an even more intense blush took over his cheeks, and he hastily turned back to his friend in order to compose himself.

“point proven,” cyno plainly said. “you’re terribly obvious.” 

“shut up,” tighnari whispered, before turning his gaze back to your figure.

“you’re really going to leave me to work on this whole synthesis paragraph all by myself? in favor of watching them?” 

tighnari’s silence said all that cyno needed to know. 

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so updated list of my WIPS;

Actually in progress;

- Offal and All (Kakashi's relationship with food throughout the years, mostly told through the eyes of others) I'm activley focusing on this one rn and hoping to post it like, this week actually. It's a mash up of a lot of different tiny Kakashi hc's I've posted about and should be very fun (and depressing, but that's kind of my brand, so.)

- One Step Three Steps chapter 10, it's going well so far actually I just keep writing it at work then being forced to stop bc like. Work. Might go up this week, hopefully

- Chasing Shadows chapter 4, it's like 20% done? Ish? I just need to find the head space to get back to writing it, will go up within the next 2 weeks for sure but idk when exactly. It'll be great tho ur gonna get Hikaku, Fugaku, Shisui, Mikoto, just all the cool Uchiha. Lots of politics, lots of drama, the works

- Itama and the secret senju weed empire fic,,,, it will be long and it will be beautiful which means it'll take me forever to do, sorry

- Magical Girl Izuna AU (my beloved) I got distracted by other projects midway through writing chapter 1 but I'll get there eventually

- Little lab mystery where kid edo-tensei reincarnations of Madara and Tobirama wake up with no memories and immediately stage a jail break

- Nin burger!!!!! Yes this is a real thing yes I meant to post it like the same week I started making it but then I got distracted and didn't. But I swear to fucking GOD I will see it complete. Nin Burger is my favorite real naruto restaurant that is real

- That one oneshot where Madara and Tobirama spend a festival night in the capital together as children, and Madara develops his very first crush on the fox masked boy, but seems to be doomed never to meet him again— till Konoha's first festival is held and he sees a man wearing the very same mask, waiting for him in the crowds. Might not actually finish this one tbh but also maybe I'll save it for tbmd week?? Idk

Considering / Planning;

- Hikaku as the Uchiha clan head after Madara's betrayal comic,,, not an actual fic but I wanna make this so bad. I've written notes for it I just need to get along to drawing it

- Izuna in Wonderland comic, honestly I'll probably end up doing the entire thing in one go one night when I get hit in the face w a brick w motivation. So it'll be a surprise for both u guys and me when I post that! I always do my comics in one go bc I physically can't bring myself to return to art projects if interrupted, which means I tend to do longer ones on my days off where I have literally nothing else to do or distract me, but I haven't had one of those in like. 2 months now. So. But I will soon!! Umm. Maybe.

- Here Before and After Me chapter 2, I'll probably make one eventually but who tf knows when. I have a very specific vision of Kakashi following Tobirama onto the battlefield and scaring the shit out of a very alarmed and confused Izuna

- Tobirama and Izuna's field trip through time and space, I don't think I want to commit to a full fic bc it'd be seriously long and I'm already commiting to Chasing Shadows and One Step Three Steps as my regular update long fics, then the MG Izuna au and Itama fic as my "write it all behind the scenes then post" long fics. One shots only for me, sorry. But I do wanna write a silly one shot of the boys crash landing face first into a konoha council meeting during their field trip

Dropped / Abandoned;

- That one mdtb space mermaid au, rip. Maybe I'll come back to u one day but for now I have a lot to focus on, sorry

- mdtb fish in a pond fic where Tobirama is half spirit and turns into a koifish that Tajima then brings home and tosses into the families koi pond

I think that's everything? I have a shit memory and do everything on my notes app then forget to categorize the notes half the time so I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I'd lost smthn else in my like billion different notes.

Those are the important ones tho, so, good enough!

[pomefioredove]

Tbh I was reading the matchup info and now I have an idea for a fic 😂😂😂

But Seriously I really love your writings. I've been having a shitty time and when I read your stuff it gets better and mellows me out ❤️

Personality wise: I can be pretty calm, but I also have my exciting/ manic moments. Like cleaning my room at 3am (cries in bd sleeping schedule). People say I'm nice, and have a good energy. But if someone pushes me (metaphorically) I will push back. I can be petty if I get fed up enough. I get depressed easily and sometimes have trouble expressing myself. Which is weird because I kind of am the therapist friend. I don't talk about my feelings or self often. Sometimes I scare my friends unintentionally, like dropping random tidbits of my life that might sound or be a little traumatic. (I.e. that reminds me of the time my mom told me she would beat my ass if I cleaned her room wring again.) I can be pretty lazy, I sleep A LOT. I am a feminist, who is pretty used to red flags in people.

Interests/ Hobbies: I love reading and trying new art stuff. I am an English major and like learning about the dirty and scary sides of History. My favorite books to read right now are classical literature and disturbing horror books. Art wise I've been trying to get into air dry sculptures. I love to crochet. And when I feel like it I can cook and bake. Sometimes I roller skate, like once in a blue moon. I have trouble with homework sometimes, I can get really distracted. When I'm really tired I won't eat. I have body issues too (thanks mom 🥲). I used to be a vegetarian for almost 10 years. I stopped a couple years ago.

Relationship wise: I like people who are competent. Like, someone who knows their way around the house or are willing to learn. I like feminists. I don't like people who yell at me. When I get into a relationship, love bombing and honeymoon phase stuff kinda turn me off ngl. (Like why r you so free on a regular Tuesday afternoon. I give you butterflies? Digest them, want some pesto bismol? Here.) Ngl, it's like why should I have to come back from a full day of work/school and clean up after you and/or make dinner.

Lifestyle wise: No lie I have depression and anxiety and it can get pretty bad. There are times where I can't take care of myself as well as I wish. I will cry, if someone makes fun of me for it. I try to keep my area clean, when I get back from work/school I clean up a little then crash. I try to deep clean on weekends if I'm not swamped from school.

Specifics: No first or second years pls

Ty 💖💖💖

I match you with 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

The First Impression:

One might assume that the first thing Vil notices in a person is their style, or their physical features, or even their body language.

Not really.

Vil absolutely judges people based on their competency, their skill, their dedication to themselves and their passions. And he can absolutely see that in you.

Why He Fell:

What initially attracts Vil is the challenge. He's always looking for new potential, and he can tell that you're both skilled and committed enough to meet his standards- but there's something holding you back. You're quite different from his past potatoes, and he's more than capable of taking a different approach to your case, one without the need for harshness.

Vil isn't one to pry, though he's able to piece together your situation from the random tidbits you drop on him, and soon, his pet project becomes more of a mission. Can't take care of yourself right now? That's fine, he'll do it for you. He'll find a way to create a perfectly manageable routine, fix your sleep schedule, help you with homework, and slowly ease you into a healthier lifestyle with him by your side.

Though he'd never admit it, Vil really likes the feeling of being needed, not just wanted. And, in time, he finds himself needing you and your company just as much.

The Relationship:

You cannot get more competent than Vil Schoenheit. Experience or not, he's a master at navigating relationships, and is more than willing to help you in that regard, as well. He's there at your best and worst, as you are for him- Vil considers the partnership very equal, and would never in a million years dream of upsetting that balance.

(Quite honestly, Vil doesn't want to be treated like an incompetent manchild who can't do anything for himself and he's glad you're on the same page)

He very much appreciates and admires your skillset, interest in learning new things, and your dedication to your passions (one isn't just vegetarian for ten years without some commitment, after all), and sees you as compatible in that regard.

It's a very mature and balanced relationship, one in which you don't even have to imagine him lovebombing or taking you for granted or acting childish. He certainly has his moments, but such is being human.

[archandshri]

9th feb '24 - [arch] characters, interactions and emotion - making a mini webcomic

Gahhhh Shri this has been an absolutely crazy couple of weeks!!!! Hope you are doing well :)) First of all, WOW! You have a lot of goals, and I’m sure you’ll get them done! I’ve worked a lot on my graphic design during the process of making Winter Wellbeing. If you wanna see a blog post dedicated just to that, I can do so! It would be cool to compare notes on the approaches we take for graphic layouts. If you wanna share your knowledge of camera skills when you build that up that would be awesome 😭😭

It’s been a tough few weeks, art wise. I have been reflecting on my process, motivations to create, the ego and all the baggage that’s lumped into the creative process for me. It turns out there’s a lot. I took some space from my illustration practise (literally for a weekend!) and began to realise how dysfunctional it is. I’ve been writing a lot about that so there may be a larger piece of writing coming about that at some point (no promises!!)

But for now, let's talk about little successes!

I’ve been playing with some characters for a while but I’d hit a bit of a block with the plot. I realised the expectation of having a finished project of high quality soon is unrealistic, and an unhealthy expectation to put on myself. I rarely give myself time to play with concepts for a long time and let the characters, plot and interactions evolve naturally. Maybe this in part came from sticking to the short university module turnaround. I noticed that that short turnaround was causing a lot of block, so I have decided to bench it as a comic for now and focus on using it as a playground - falling in love with the characters, creating stories and drawing them for fun. Maybe years down the line I’ll make them into a comic - we shall see! 

I *tried* to do hourly comics day this year and it didn’t quite work for me. I think I made 3 comics? And then got distracted with a bigger project that ended up taking a week or so to complete. Let’s have a look at it, shall we?

[you can find the full version here]

First of all, it’s based on an unfinished fanfiction I started a couple of months ago, which was mostly bad, but there was one nice scene that I liked and wanted to expand on. I started by having a look at the script I wrote and thumbnailing on the iPad. I’m away from home at the mo and usually would prefer to do most of my artwork traditionally, but because I don’t have access to a scanner, the whole process was digital this time. A lot of the pages got scrapped because the dialogue wasn’t necessary, and I’m not drawing pages that aren’t necessary.

some more development screenshots

I thought a lot about posing during the process, acting the scenes out in my mind and sometimes physically, really understanding the emotions of the characters, why they’re saying what they’re saying, their tone and how to convey that though their body language and expression (i find grian really annoying normally [affectionate] but I want this grian to step on me).

Pearl was hard with this because she’s quite erratic and unpredictable in this series, so I wanted her to switch from raw explodey anger to playful jabs at Grian. I’m hoping this comes across as somewhat insane, rather than tonally off and inconsistent. I did super enjoy drawing her and her explosive nature though, especially in comparison to Grian’s coldness.

I played with levels and monotone colour too - I’m not working with multiple colours much at the moment so I’m able to focus on things like values composition, characters and backgrounds. My skills limit the kind of stories I can tell currently, so I’m working to improve those foundations. Maybe when I’m back in the riso studio I can play with colours a little more.

Colours - despite the simple pallete it gets a bit nerdy here.I stuck to specific flat percentages for most of it - Pearl’s hair and Grians jumper are 60%, Grian’s hair and Pearl’s cloak are 20%. Then I added a 14% layer for shadows, using a ahrd blend eraser tool for highlights, making the images quite dark. I fill a layer with texture from Forystr’s riso brush for procreate, and turn it into a 40% opacity colour dodge layer. This gives it some much needed texture and makes the lighting feel low and nighttimecore. It also pushes the values to look really nice - I tend to be too scared to push them by myself.

I tried a few different colour layers to get a *vibe* but settled on a low percentage riso blue in a colour layer. All layers besides the riso blue are in a riso black, colour picked from a riso colour pallete. I learnt these tools - using percentages to get good values - from working with risograph. I really recommend having a look at these techniques and doing some monotone work. It's really improved by character designs, page layouts and compositions.

That's all from me today, though I have had MANY other thoughts over the past two weeks about creating, but perhaps we'll dive into them another time. If you (or anyone else) has any questions, hit me up with a reblog or an ask and I will get right to it. Lovely to hear from you! Hope your art is going great too :)) Arch :)

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks @aziz-reads for the tag!

Rules: find the words given in your WIPs, then tag people with more words!

My words: frame, vain, stake, fix

Your words: refuse, beam, own, product

Softly tagging with no pressure @mk-writes-stuff @sleepywriter00 @nailamoonsi @somethingclevermahogony @eccaiia @bread-roses-and-chrome @gottestod-writes + anyone else

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Keep reading for:

Rose's home life (CW: neglectful parent)

Akash is happy Gwen pissed Carmen off

Robbie and Lexi meet

Debate about screen brightness

Frame - The Secret Portal Part One (Rose POV)

I let out a high-pitched grunt of annoyance before stomping off to my room. A part of me knew she was right. I should’ve brought my keys as a backup plan. She wasn't reliable anyway. As I opened the door to my room, I glanced back at my mother as she sat back on the couch, watching the telenovela that was playing. I turned away, slamming the door to my room behind me, hoping my mother would tell me I wasn't allowed to do that. But there was no correction. I tossed my backpack to the side harshly. It slammed into the wall and knocked a picture frame down to the floor. I bent down and picked quickly hung it back up so I wouldn’t have to look at my three-month-old self in my mom’s smiling arms as my smiling dad had his arm wrapped around her. My room was the only splash of color in this house—the only part of my house that deserved to be called home. My art supplies got their own shelf and were organized the way I want. My projects I kept in my sketchbook, which I never showed my mom. She didn’t like the way I decorated my room or any of my designs. She loved to tell me I needed to apply myself to school as much as my art. But even if I did apply myself more in school, she wouldn’t notice. I collapsed onto my bed and screamed into the pillow, then lay there for a couple of minutes, taking in the scent.

Vain Cocky (closest synonym) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

I’d overheard Dr. Moon say something about “powers,” so maybe that’s what he meant. It sounded strange, but Akash was floating. Dr. Moon said that I could be showing “several” abilities, so that was weird, too. Did I have a power? Context alone indicated that. They didn’t see me…. My mind spun, so I looked back at Akash as I followed him down the next hall. At first, I thought he was being cocky and showing off his strange, supernatural ability, but that demeanor seemed only a façade—nothing more. Maybe flying was simply that fun. Or maybe I was distracted because he was cute, but I didn’t think I was that shallow. “So, Gwen,” Akash said, turning around to fly backward. “Where’re you from?” “Clear Lake City,” I said. “Texas.” Akash smiled. “Southlake. Up near Dallas. How cool is it we’re both from Texas?” I stared at him. “You’re not from here?” I didn’t exactly know where here was, but all the same, I could figure I wasn’t in Texas anymore. Akash stopped mid-flight, causing me to abruptly halt. “No. Dr. Moon and Dr. Asghar only take Alii from our side. Ceteri. That’s what they call it.” He raised his eyebrow. “Didn’t they tell you?” “No. They kidnapped us and locked us in this purple-glowing-thing. The dampener? Is that what you said?” Akash nodded. “What did they do?” Akash rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s how they got me and my buddy, Robbie. They’re actually okay once you get to know them. Questionable methods, but their hearts, I know how it sounds, are in the right place. Hey, what powers do you have?” “Powers?” I repeated. My thought was right. “Yeah,” said Akash. “You’re Alii, aren’t you?” “I have no idea what you’re saying,” I admitted. “What does Alii mean? One of the doctors mentioned that. Is it Latin?” Akash scrunched his eyebrows. “You don’t know? Dr. Asghar never releases anyone unless they’ve been briefed.” “Oh, I, uh, sorta escaped,” I stuttered. Akash stared at me. “You got away from them?” I nodded, and to my surprise, Akash laughed, clapping his hands together. “I knew someone would do it one day! Dr. Asghar must be pissed!”

(Mi)Stake - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I grunted as a sudden force ran into me, knocking me to the ground. I yelped and scrambled out from underneath the person and clambered to my feet, trembling from the unexpected touch. “Am I that repulsive to you?” a teasing voice said. I turned to look at the person who ran into me: a teenage boy a year or so older than me. It took me a second to collect myself. “No,” I said as he stood. “It just… freaked me out.” The boy was about average height for his age and had a slim, but fit, frame. He had thick dark hair framing his face and big, dark eyes framed by wire-thin glasses. His hair was cut relatively short, but his bangs were somewhat long—parted on the right. He laughed. “Freaked me out, too.” He crossed his arms. “So… are you one of Gwen’s friends?” “You know Gwen?” I asked, standing in surprise. “What is she doing here?” “Sorta, I met her an hour… and maybe a half ago, I dunno what time it is—-passed out due to,” he gestured to the charred walls, “the explosion.” “Wait, are you Robert Stafford?” “No, actually, I’m Stobert Rafford—common mistake.” I blinked. The boy kept eye contact with a straight face. His mouth twitched. The delay stopped as I cachinnated—that was a fun word. The boy joined in. “Sorry, that was stupid.” “No, no, it wasn't,” I said as I tried to compose myself. “Yeah, it was, I’m laughing at my own joke.” “Okay, fine, it was stupid, but that’s why it was funny.” He smiled, dark eyes shining. “Finally, someone gets it!”

Fix - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

SORARA’s voice announced the Recruits entering the door, and I instinctively fixed my cap to make sure it was on correctly. “—way too bright,” Lexi was saying as she turned the corner into the living room. “You’ll melt your retinas.” “I need to be blinded by the screen,” Gwen was saying. “If I’m not, it’s too dark.” “I’m starting to see why you needed glasses.” Gwen laughed, and her eyes landed on mine, now slightly obscured by new rectangular black glasses. I instinctively raised my hand to rub it through my hair but it ended up hitting the hat instead, pushing it slightly back. I tried to fix it again. Of course, Gwen’s new fashion statement looks cute while I look like the biggest dork on the planet. She smiled at me. I raised my hand in greeting. “Robbie!” Lexi said, snapping me back. “Let me see your phone!” “Huh? Okay.” Robbie shifted to reach into his pocket to pull out his phone. He handed it to her but she shook her head. “Just turn it on and show me the screen.” Robbie did as told, causing Lexi to laugh triumphantly. “Ha! That’s not that bright, and he wears glasses.” Gwen shrugged.

[ms-m-astrologer]

The Week Ahead: August 19-25, 2024

Lunar Phases

Monday, August 19, 18:26 UT - Full Moon, 27°15’ Aquarius

The key phrases for the Full lunar phase are “culminate, fulfill, illumine, manifest;” and “pour all our energy and efforts into our intentions.” We’re walking a tightrope between authenticity and alienation - looking for balance between the two.

Thursday, August 22, 23:54 UT - Disseminating Moon, 15°21’ Aries

The key phrases for the Disseminating lunar phase are “teach, share, communicate;” and “ease up on efforts with our intentions.” Probably more on the haranguing side for the former. For the latter, possibly a willingness to be distracted if our intents didn’t turn out precisely perfectly, possibly a feeling of “Wow, I did it all by myself!” if they did.

Void of Course Moon

Monday, August 19, 18:26 UT (Aquarius) - 22:52 UT (Pisces)

Wednesday, August 21, 21:54 UT (Pisces) - 23:02 UT (Aries)

Friday, August 23, 12:44 UT (Aries) - Saturday, August 24, 00:01 UT (Taurus)

Monday, August 26, 01:40 UT (Taurus) - 03:04 UT (Gemini)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Pre-retrograde shadow: Jupiter/Gemini

Retrograde: Mercury/Leo, Ceres/Capricorn, Saturn/Pisces, Chiron/Aries, Neptune/Pisces, Pluto/Aquarius, Eris/Aries

Post-retrograde shadow: Pallas/Scorpio

Ingress

Thursday, August 22, 14:55 UT - transiting Sun enters Virgo

Happy Virgo season!

Et Cetera

There are three Opportunity Periods this week:

Wednesday, August 21, 16:32 UT - 23:02 UT. “Good for anything, especially the arts and healing.”

Wednesday, August 21, 23:02 - Friday, August 23, 12:44 UT. “This OP is versatile, good for competition and sports, the dramatic arts, writing, and creativity.”

Sunday, August 25, 13:25 UT - Monday, August 26, 03:04 UT. “With Mercury still retrograde and the Moon in Taurus, use this OP for practical projects.”

(Remember, there will be only two Opportunity Periods total in the entire month of September, so if these work for you, take advantage!)

That intense Aquarius Full Moon kicks off an intense week - we have to deal with some “battle of the sexes” toxic nonsense (how dare somebody else not live up to our expectations) - but, also on Monday, we have the first of three exact Jupiter-Saturn squares. The seed that was planted way back in December 2020, now begins to struggle to push itself out of the soil and into the light.

(And yes, I am very impressed that it’s happening on the first day of the US Democratic Party’s national convention.)

Anyway, not an easy week, but we’ve survived worse and we can help each other through. Next week should be easier - but not for long; the shadow of the eclipse starts up on September 7.

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ETA: transiting Vesta enters Virgo on Saturday, August 24, 23:35 UT. Sorry! Mercury still Rx!!

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

This is just a little ramble plus a doodle, nothing major but sort of long - so feel free to scroll! So I've started this idea/WIP that I'm super proud of. It's nothing complicated, just Tim with a camera. But what I've challenged myself to do is instead of doing it all in one or two sittings and keep going until I get it done I'm using it as a piece to just do in between works.

So like, I'm in the middle of a drawing and I want to do something else, I'll work on this piece for a bit. I've just finished a piece/drawing and I still want to draw but I don't want to start anything new? No problem I'll just work on this! I have about 50 other WIPs I want to get done but this one is where I go to take a break

Might be finished in days or months idk, but it's like a halfway space between art. And it's working well so far! Working on it is really calming and I think it's actually helped me focus on my other projects, knowing I can get distracted but not loose my drawing flow. When I eventually finish this (who knows when) I'd definitely like to continue doing pieces like this with this sort of concept!!

It also feels like there's less pressure surrounding it a I'm just taking it slow, so I feel like its turning out really well and I'm taking the time to properly experiment!

This is what it looks like so far incase anyone was wondering :)

You guys know my feelings about realism, so I'm trying to experiment and see if I can merge it with a more stylised version to see if I like it more!

I just wanted to share this because I've found it super useful so far, and it's just been something super enjoyable :D

Ahehahssjhd thank you for sticking around if you've read all of this haha!

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

five- mommy’s boy (0.8k words)

'TAEEEEE. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE UP AND READY TO LEAVE IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH THAT MONSTOSITY OF A TEDDY YOU SPOON EVERY NIGHT.' A muffled groan is all I receive in response.

I grab a slider on my way to his room, and very gracefully dive right onto of his barely conscious form. I find far too much amusement in the screech he lets out, although I'm sure the rest of the building doesn't. 

'Jesus Christ are you trying to kill me? How does someone so small weigh so much?'

His complaints are met with the slider being flung at his head. 'We're gonna be late, sunshine.'

Groggily he rubs his sleep ridden eyes, 'Ughhh, how's it Monday already.' 

Snorting at him I stand up from his bed, 'Just hurry up will you? Wouldn't want you to miss out on the honour of a two hour lecture with my company.' 

'Okay, but doesn't laying in bed with me cuddling you all morning sound soooo much better?'  He's smirking at me now.

'Don't flatter yourself, anyway, both you and me know that you always end up as the little spoon.' 

Huffing he finally stands up, 'You're worse than my mother.' 

'What, does your mother spoon you too?'

'First of all, so what if she does, my mother loves me very much. Secondly, I meant your nagging.' 

'AWWWW someone's a mommy's boy.' I squish his puffy morning cheeks. ' And someone's got to be the responsible roommate, and that's certainly not you. You're basically an overgrown puppy.' 

'At least I'm cute. You're like a vicious black cat.' It's said as an insult but I beam at him.

'I love cats! Anyway, stop distracting me! I will dress you myself and drag you out of that door if I have to.'

'You know, if you wanted to get me naked you could just say that.' And there's that smirk again.

'Sorry to break it to you, but blondes aren't my type.' Ruffling his hair, I turn around to leave his room. 'Oh, and if you aren't ready in at least 3 minutes I'm leaving without you and telling the whole class you have explosive diarrhoea.'

I hear his chuckle from the hallway before he calls out, 'Yes, ma'am.'

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'Well that was excruciating.' The lecture has just ended and I'm 99.9% sure everyone feels like the life has been sucked out of them.

'I swear Mr Chen enjoys making his students miserable. There's no other reason why he'd do this.' Laughing at Tae's reply I ask if he's up for our usual Monday brunch. We both have a gap before our next lesson so it's become kind of a tradition.

I'm met with a guilty smile, 'About that..'

'Tae. Do not tell me you're bailing on our tradition.'

'I'm sorry, but my next period was cancelled and I sort of have this thing.'

'What thing?' My face defiantly resembles the sus emoji right now.

'A date? I think?' 

'You're ditching me for a date and weren't even gonna tell me? I'm wounded. What happened to bros before hoes?' Clutching my chest I act as if I'm physically in pain. 

'I swear she means nothing to be. You're still my one and only, sweety pie.' We gaze into each others eyes for what feels like an eternity, both with a serious expression painted on. He breaks first, bursting out into laughter but I follow not long after. The looks we get are humbling but whenever I'm with Tae I cant seem to care.

'Have fun on your date. You better tell me every detail when you get back tomorrow.'

'Hey, have some faith in me I don't always hook up with them on the first date.' Giving him a sceptical look, I shake my head.

'Goodbye, Taehyung. And for the love of God use protection. No one wants a mini Tae running around, you cause enough chaos as it is.' 

'At least I get some action, you're just sexually frustrated all the time.' 

I slap him on the arm before shooing him off.

Great, now I have an hour to kill before I have my art class. With no other than Jeon Jungkook. This project is going to be the death of me. I've went from having to see him twice a week, every Monday and Friday, to having to actually interact with him three times a week.

We decided that we should meet every Wednesday as well as the art classes, mostly to take the photos and discuss how were getting on. Then during the actual class we can focus on making the art. 

Luckily, I brought a book with me to fill up this hour.

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a/n: no jk in this one unfortunately however roommate tae content!

[asktherejectsau]

It’s been a while, huh?

Hello everyone.

I apologize for the incredibly long hiatus as I did not expect to be away from this account for over a year but a lot has happened in my personal life that was out of my control and unfortunately, I was not in the correct mental state to be pumping out content in the way that I was with this AU.

While I’m not going to explain the full brevity of it here, I’ll try to put it as simply as I can without divulging too much personal information. I don’t want any further questions regarding my life irl as I want to keep that separated from this project completely. But for this update, I will say this once.

Firstly, what’s been going on?

I have been struggling with my mental health for many years, primarily because I am neurodivergent. But 2023 was what I would consider one of the worst years of my life. I was nearly made homeless by an abusive family member, my grandmother had passed away, and I had failed my 3rd year of college due to what was thought to be symptoms of an undiagnosed mental disorder, which turned out be a post-traumatic response to stress.

I tried to power through it by distracting myself via this AU and in extension, this fandom. But I have since realized what I was doing to myself was not in any way healthy nor productive.

For the longest time my “worth” was tied to my work. Up until this point in my life, I was conditioned to believe from a young age that if was not successful, then I did not deserve to live. I felt ashamed of myself for not being able to fulfill what I thought were “simple” deadlines, creating grand projects to complete in just 2 weeks or less and when I didn’t hit those goals (much like with the completion of the EP) I nearly broke down.

But once I realized how much harm I was doing to myself, I felt like I had to take a step back and reassess myself before it had the chance to seep into my art and other fandom spaces I occupied.

I apologize for not giving any notices or updates whatsoever on this project. I never meant to abandon this AU. I love it way too much to let it go for good. There were other factors that kept me away here too, such as the brief influx unwanted sexual comments made by anonymous users in mid 2023, as well as my own internal struggle with my place within the Gorillaz fandom as someone who wants to share more nuanced content with mature themes in a space that has become increasingly filled with a much younger audience than intended.

But I’ve decided I want to come back to this project so I can tell the story I want to tell. Not just because of my love for the IP but simply because I want to finish. I want to finish it as a way to end a saga for myself.

Now that I have finally been given the green light to go forward into my senior year after repeating junior year, I feel that I’m finally in a healthy enough mindset to do so.

What will happen to this blog then?

I’ll be uploading questions as I get to them. But I must make note of this again as stated in the rules. Please stop sending me NSFW questions about the characters or myself. While this AU does deal with mature themes and does contain some suggestive elements, that does not give invitation for you to ask for that type of content about the characters, and especially from me. This is not directed at any specific user as most people were incredibly kind and respectful. But I beg you if you do like this project and want to submit a question or fanart, please don’t do this. It’s made me incredibly uncomfortable every time I receive them and it overall sours the experience of answering questions and continuing to work on this project. I would like for that boundary not to be crossed so please be respectful of that.

Secondly; as it stands, the EP and Thru With U animated music video are postponed.

Thru With U will most likely stay as a storyboarded piece as I unfortunately, do not have the luxury to animate a full three and half minute long piece by myself as that takes a lot of time and money that I do not currently have. And if I wanted to hire people to help me in animating it, I would want to give them proper compensation. Which again, I cannot currently give at this time.

The EP will probably come out eventually, but I would have to do some intense fine tuning in order to get sounding as best as it could be. That isn’t to say that I won’t be making anymore music/MVs for the Rejects later down the line, but I ask that all of you please be patient with me a more of those projects come out.

With that all being said, thank you all for your support. I’m incredibly proud of the community that’s been fostered from this AU and all of you who’ve sent me fanart, written kind messages, asked questions to the characters, and have written supportive tags onto each post, it means so much.

I can’t wait for you to see what this project has in store. Stay tuned!

Sincerely,

Bepis-Boii

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶And I say hello🎶

Hello! Tis I! 💛. Your favorite anon. Oddly enough, right before I was going to send in this request, you posted about missing me. First of all, that made my night (like, honestly, I was having a bad night and it made me smile so big). Second of all, your most recent Blurryface fic was amazing (you’re making me into a Blurryface Tyler fan slowly but surely). Also, and I know you have absolutely no reason to care, but I’m going to the Clancy tour this week! I may drown you in your related requests…just a heads up.

Anyways, my request. I am currently in a master’s program (forensic psychology master’s students for the win!) and so I was wondering if you could possibly write a one shot where Josh tries to help the reader study for a test (doesn’t have to be forensic psychology related. Could be any class. Though I’d like it to be a college class), but ends up being more so a distraction/hinderance than a help.

As always, you can change this request up and bit if you like or you don’t have to do it. It’s up to you! Like I said, I’m but a humble freeloader and you are the artist. 😊

Study - Josh Dun x reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1632

A/N: Rahh I love this idea! I’ve been looking forward to going to college and am in study mode so it’s perfect! When you submitted the request I was having a bad day too so I'm glad we're able to cheer each other up :) Forensic psychology sounds cool, I have a friend who is interested in doing it but I have no idea what it’s about other than crime and psychology. I'm wanting to do a major in cinematic arts (basically film school) but I'm not sure what I want my minor to be. I'm interested in so much it's hard to choose but I'm looking at music production, classics, or journalism. Because I've been working on my media studies project at school I though I'd make the subject she's studying for related to that (I hope that's okay). ALSO I’m so excited that your Clancy Tour show is this week!! That’s so exciting 😁 I have to wait till November, my show is the first international show and I’m low key scared that they’re going to change the setlist. I’m bringing my non clique friend to the show and if they decide to add or take away songs from the setlist she’s going to think I’m having a mental breakdown (which I 100% will be lol. In a good way). Anyways, sorry for the long intro/rant thing, I don't have many friends at my school and I needed to rant 😭

The last place I expected to be with Josh was my college library, considering the fact that he didn’t go to college and never planned to. In fact, I was pretty sure the last time Josh had stepped foot in a library was all the way back in high school. I’d only found out a couple months after we’d started dating that we had gone to the same school. He had graduated two years before me so we didn’t know each other but as fate would show, we met at Guitar Centre after I’d decided to teach myself drums. Turns out teaching yourself drums is hard and you do in fact probably need a teacher, and that teacher will probably end up being that cute boy that sold you your first pair of sticks. Normally, Josh and I would hang out at home or with our friends but this week I was in full study mode with finals coming up. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet me later?” I asked, finding an empty table to sit down at. I placed my bag on the chair next to me while Josh sat down on the opposite side. He was wearing a black hoodie that he’d bought at the mall the other day and a beanie, perfect for the autumnal weather outside. It had been raining a lot recently, the light pitter patter of rain becoming a common occurrence as we fell asleep each night. 

“I’m sure,” he laughed, folding himself over the table and resting his head on his arms. 

“Okay,” I shrugged, pulling out my computer and opening it to my work. I had a couple pages of notes to read, and a practice essay to write. Yay. College. Josh pulled out his phone and started scrolling through social media, the speakers of his phone playing music–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not bother anyone other than me. With each scroll of his finger the audio changed, progressively capturing my attention and pulling me away from my own screen. Josh clearly noticed I was getting distracted because he put his phone away and pointed to the blank notebook page in front of me. 

“What are you supposed to be learning about anyways?” he asked, tilting his head slightly and peering over my computer screen. I tilted it back so he could get a better look, the display showing two pages from my textbook for media studies. 

“Well, I’m reading this textbook section about the media and how people have different lenses that they view things. It’s kind of interesting,” I explained. Josh smiled, resting his head on his chin and listening attentively. “It’s like how you’ll view a musician character differently to how someone who doesn’t make music would.” Josh nodded as if he knew what I was talking about–he did in fact have no idea. 

“Let me help you, I’m sure it’s not that hard,” he suggested. He got up and moved around to the chair next to me, grabbing my bag and placing it on the ground so he could sit down. While I knew full well that Josh wasn’t going to be any help but I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him–he was always busy with band practice or work, making me cherish every moment we had together. He pulled my computer closer to him, reading the textbook page and taking notes with my pen. As he wrote each word on the page I could feel my body tingle with excited nerves. Josh had always been able to do that to me. If he was close, I had to fight off the butterflies to the point where I would lose focus on what I was supposed to be doing–which was exactly what was happening right now. “You get that?” 

“Huh?” I looked up at him as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“Do you understand the concept? The uh, natural bias of viewers impacts how they see the characters in movies, books, and tv,” he repeated. I listened, taking notes and bullet-pointing what he was saying. He sounded almost like he was in the class himself, which was surprising considering Josh was the least academic person I knew. 

“Mhm, yeah,” I nodded. As the lunch period ended more and more students piled into the library, filling up the tables and making the room louder. 

“It’s getting kinda hot in here,” Josh said, pulling off his hoodie to reveal one of his band’s merch shirts and his perfectly toned arms. Twenty one pilots was starting to get more and more popular with their latest music being played on college and city radio, meaning the likelihood of him being recognised was rising every day. Josh was looking around the room as more people poured in but I couldn’t look away from him. My boyfriend was hot and I couldn’t deny it–I was practically drooling and couldn’t wait for that night, when we’d be able to snuggle up in bed together. 

“What?” he questioned, snapping me out of my daydream. I could feel my face heat up slightly. 

“You’re distracting,” I smirked, causing him to laugh. 

“How am I distracting? I’m literally just sitting here,” he pointed out. I tapped my pen against his shoulder. A large smile crept onto his face along with a flush of warmth. 

“You like?” he teased, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“Yes. A lot,” I joked back. I leaned my chin against my hand and smiled widely at him. “Stop staring,” he laughed. I couldn't help it. What I really needed to be doing was studying but Josh was the most distracting boy on the planet and if we kept going the way we were, I wasn’t going to get any work done. 

“I was supposed to be studying,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. He knew how important my finals were for my grade and he knew how much work I’d put into my courses, but somehow he couldn’t hold back his cheeky self, even when it mattered. 

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to appear apologetic. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with a sly smile. I got back to my work, taking notes and trying to figure out what I was going to write my essay on. Once again, Josh pulled out his phone, this time texting Tyler about their next gig. As he typed, he occasionally glanced at me. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and tickled my side, trying to get a reaction out of me. I laughed loudly and covered my mouth, trying to muffle the noise. 

“Josh! Stop it!” I took a deep breath between laughs. Suddenly, a group of girls approached our table, their eyes wide with excitement as they clearly recognized Josh. One of them spoke up, a blonde woman wearing a white crop top and a bright pink skirt–clearly a sorority girl, my mortal enemies. 

“Excuse me, you're Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots, right?” Josh looked up from his phone, clearly taken aback by her boldness. He flashed the celebrity smile he’d been working on in the mirror lately and nodded. I rolled my eyes, trying to hold my focus. Josh shot me a quick smirk when he saw my reaction, clearly amused by the situation. He then turned his attention back to the girls who were bombarding him with questions. I could tell they were starstruck, which was weird considering that it was just Josh. The Josh I’d met at Guitar Centre, drum teacher Josh, wearing a blonde wig and making stupid skits Josh–my boyfriend Josh. A short brunette clutched her phone tightly, moving in closer to him. 

“Oh my god, can I please get a picture with you?” she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. I moved closer to my computer, trying to regain my focus despite there clearly being no hope. Josh chuckled lightly at the girl's request and looked over at me, noticing how irritated I was. He could tell I was trying to focus on studying for my finals and the sudden intrusion by the girls was clearly not helping. As always, he tried to be polite. 

“Sure, but can we make it quick? My girlfriend really needs to focus on her studies,” he responded, emphasizing the word ‘focus’ when he looked at me. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. The girls nodded and Josh took a couple of photos, moving into different poses so each girl could get enough photos on each of their phones. I wondered if this was going to become more common with time, whether Josh will get recognised more often. According to Jenna, Tyler was getting it a lot but she’d found a way to cope with the fuss. She was always better than me at the celebrity girlfriend thing. 

“Thank you so much!” the blonde flashed an award-winning smile at Josh.

“Good luck on your finals,” the brunette waved goodbye. I was surprised they cared enough to even address me. 

“Thanks,” I smiled. The girls walked away whispering to each other about the interaction, clearly excited. “They were nice,” I said, turning to Josh. 

“Most people who recognise us are. The people who like our music are different, they care. But… you need to get back to studying. It’s already 5,” he responded. I looked at the clock on my computer and sure enough it was 5pm, we’d been sitting there for an hour getting incredibly distracted with each and every interaction with each other. 

“Remind me to never allow you to ‘help’ me study ever again,” I chuckled, getting back to my work. 

Josh pressed his lips to my temple and ruffled my hair.

“Noted.”

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