#guess who already got bored of his design and changed it

[morkshark]

i've been thinking

[kennedysroses]

Tattoo artist Scara 💜

tw’s ||:: tattoos, reader receives tattoo, touchy scara, fluff, mention of needles and stabbing, a little very little suggestive, persuasive scara

note||:: very first fic I don’t write but I’m bored so 🤷🏾‍♀️ not proof read

When your boyfriend Scaramouche got the message you were going to join him today at his work, he purposefully took on a client who wanted a design he knew you would really like, love even, one that would have you second guessing your choices on being tat free.

you didn’t want a tattoo because of the chances of hating it regretting it later and because the thought of a bunch of needles stabling you for hours does not sound appealing. Your boyfriend knew this and as a tattoo artist he tried his best to sooth your thoughts proving them wrong. but at this point of convincing he thought that you were just keeping up with your protest to get on his nerves. Which might also be a possibility..

as you where in your Uber texting your boyfriend you knew he was going to keep persuading you to let him decorate your body with tattoos AGAIN. you sighed at the thought, wondering what he was planning today to get you to give in.

You were dropped off at his self owned shop and you walked in you see a client of his already there getting a beautiful (favorite flower) tattoo. Well of course it was beautiful your talented boyfriend was doing it.

“hey baby” he stared at you walking over to turn down the music he was playing. “This is my last client then we can go home… unless… you’re finally giving in?”

“Mmmm I think I’m okay today getting tiny needles stabbed into me doesn't sound great right now” you trail off to your little corner set up for days like these.

he shrugged going back to working on his client. “whatever you want, but I’m telling you it doesn’t hurt as bad as it sounds. I promise I’ll be gentle too”

“yeah yeah just focus on your job sir” you flopped into your chair.

once you got comfortable he could see the way you where eyeing the tattoos he was working on, the way you would go onto your phone and start typing then scrolling then looked back at him, he knew he finally won.

you couldn’t help it the way his lines where perfectly straight, how they where so even, the way it was beautifully shaded, and the way his client showed no signs of physical pain. You knew he knew what he was doing to you, slowly giving into your mind.

about an hour and a half passes before his client was done and out of the shop with the most gorgeous tattoo you’ve ever seen.

“alright, ya ready to g-“

“you win, I want a tattoo.” you interrupted, not looking him directly in his eyes giving him the satisfaction he already had. “about damn time I was thinking of strapping you down and tatting my name ” he smirked.

“I’d bet you like that” you say in his chair meant for clients while he started setting up quickly before you could change your mind.

“so what’re you thinking?” He stopped to look at you staring your thighs. “I don’t really know” you looked away wish flushed cheeks.

“aw come on tell me I know you already know what you want” he teased you.

“fineee” you started “I wanted one on my thigh… a iris and I want you to sign it to” you looked up at him to see a shocked face.

“my favorite flower? With my signature too? What happend to you not wanting to regret your tattoo?” He walked up to you bombarding you with questions.

“why would I regret that? It’s dedicated to you” you teased him. “Fine let me start before you change your mind” he said placing his head in your lap feeling his ego rise “do you have a inspo picture?” He questioned.

“oh yeah” you answered pulling out your phone and finding it instantly already finding pictures you saved from when he was working on his last client. “here” you hand him your phone.

“okay okay this doesn’t look too hard, and you said you wanted it here?” He rubbed the outside on your thigh.

“y-yeah” your respond turning your head the other way to prevent him from seeing your face turn red “okay then babe be still and relax I’m gonna start so we don’t get home too late” he smirked turning on the pointy machine in his hand.

“okay okay just hurry up” you spurt anxiety getting the best of you. “You look scared baby just relax, deep breaths, you grab my arm if it hurts too much” he says rubbing your thigh. “Okay?”

“okay…” you quietly affirm.

As he begins you have your eyes tightly shut but slowly start to open them when you realize he’s already going to work. He kept his word when he said he’s be gentle with you, there was a slight burn but nothing you couldn’t handle. If you knew tattoos like these didn’t hurt as bad you would’ve gotten one a lot sooner.

you both say there in a comfortable silence while his music took up most of the space. You had to admit he looked so cute with the slight pout on his face scrunching his fore head trying his absolute best to concentrate putting his heart and soul into this needing it to be perfect.

after 2 hours of watching scaramouche work on your leg it’s almost done and oh my gosh beautiful is an understatement “I knew you where good but this may be your best work” you admired. “Of course it’s my best it’s your very first tattoo” he stated rubbing your thigh around the tattoo with curiosity. “What are you doing weirdo?” you quizzed. “Shut up, I’m trying to find the best place to put my signature” he murmured.

“here, put it here” you point to a curve of the flower “If you say so” he refocused. “Hey how about for your next tattoo we get matching ones, Ive been saving a spot for you” he shows the clear spot on his tattoo covered arm. “So you’ve been PLOTTING plotting on me” you glare at him. “Maybe” he smirked. “Or maybe I can sign my name again” he has a sly smirk as his free hand travels to the arch of your back. “Whatever” you blush pushing his hand off “just hurry up and finis-” “I already did, how does it look” he interrupted. You stare down at your leg with pure awe pausing for a moment looking at the beautiful iris and fancy cursive, your silence starts to worry him as you stare him in the eyes

“it’s gorgeous” you lean down pecking him on the lips causing him to flinch unexpectedly. “Thank you baby”

“yeah okay whatever” he rolls his eyes with blush dusting his cheeks knowing only you make his heart race like this.

[soundbulb]

my friends tease me for loving manosphere stuff, which is true, but they always find it kind of baffling and I guess I did too until I realized the manosphere men admired the men in these shows. obviously we all wish we could monologue in beautifully paced and well articulated philosophy, that's not what I'm saying, but the men who like this story seem incapable of viewing rust cohle as someone who is expressing beliefs that create ironic tension in his own narrative, same as marty.

it's not quite as bull in a china shop as marty saying "a man needs boundaries" in monologue while we watch him break down the door of the twenty something woman he's cheating on his wife with. but from the moment rust brings up "encouraging the capacity for illusion" it becomes glaringly obvious rust's mainlining of the secrets of the universe -- as well as the bulk of his philosophies outcropped from grief -- are exactly that same encouragement of illusion. "the world needs bad men" and "it was never supposed to work, the whole man-woman thing" is hitting you over the head in the context of the show; rust is ducking and hiding. it's intolerable, how grief irrevocably changed him as a person, the marriage that crumbled from that grief ("we turned on each other"), and the resentment it bore, and not because nature programmed it to end but because it all just did.

but that belief, that nature programmed it to end, is an extension of his idea of time as a flat circle. if you will be reborn into the life you've always been born into, than none of these choices are really yours to begin with. none of what happens has anything to do with you, which is how it feels when you lose everything to an accident on some regular day. so if you believe you're wrought through every motion in repetition, then in this repetition you're exponentially separated from anything resembling agency. but still, nature's programming is You, somewhere at some point in imperceptible time; You at one point lived the life for the first time, then over and over and over, it's Your programming, Your design. the marriage ended who knows how many times. it was never meant to work. your kid died who knows how many times because she was always going to, and you have to continue even though it feels like you're trapped inside a predetermined motion, predetermined not by a benevolent power, or even a malignant one, but by You. everything you ever did or everything done to you happens over and over, there is no such thing as once. which is just true within our lifetimes, we still live inside our decisions, our trajectories, and the trajectories of other people worn on us.

but I'd be surprised if rust believed in a "first time" like that. it's like if you roll a marble on a looping track; an elastic collision got it going, but it's already on a loop. you're born without preexistence, but does this mean that first life is a byproduct of your decisions? in the same way gravity dictated you'd move kinetic, a certain shape, slowing and speeding up at this part and that part, can the same be said for how time dictates you move through your life?

but this is what it feels like when your life is completely devastated by something random. it's the aimless inattention of a couple people at the same time; it's positions in space and speed and impact, gravity; it's an accident. you can't cope with the scope of that. you'll lose everything, but of course the world doesn't change, and the giant devouring mystery is no closer to sated or understood or whatever you believe it seeks. it's in the same way a pandemic wipes through your life and leaves you injured and ill. a plague doesn't really care about anything but living, it was never about you; lives in you but doesn't know what You are, in the same way you don't know what massive devouring mystery you live inside.

even in the murder of dora lang and marie fontenot, murders that are actually committed by men with malice and forethought, there's this thing looming above these women and children as though they're likewise devoured by something too large, incapable of seeing them. this is why it's important that dora lang and marie fontenot are easy targets, "chum in the water". it's impersonal, the accumulation of hundreds of other things that made it easy to pick them off. for some of them it was hurricanes. I love the use of hurricanes in true detective, great use of massive destroying mystery. anyway, it's why marie fontenot's disappearance is paired with the "cerebral event" that paralyzes her uncle. all of these are acts of horror too large to perceive, and why this horror is cosmic depends on where you are in the narrative. is it because evil is a design of nature (or god)? is it because you were propelled into this motion, and gravity will bring you back here, to the moment you're devoured? is it because the only closeness to this mystery is in it's silence around you, incapable of speaking to something like you, so small it could never know you were there at all? that one comes at our half way point with joel theriot -- "all my life I wanted to be nearer to god. the only nearness, silence."

the men doing the killing believe they're feeding this cosmic mystery, that it's a mouth and gut and gets hungry for the people they already view as consumable. they make it into a god that demands sacrifices. rust seems to believe it doesn't need to be fed, it will always eat. his relationship to it is hard to pin down, it clearly guides him, but when he speaks of it it's more like it's coming for him. "it's like something's got your name on it, like a bullet or a long nail in the road."

I do relate to this instinct to embrace "there was never another version". whatever I've lost to encephalitis and it's autoimmune consequences, I have this feeling in my gut there's no version of life where it doesn't happen. there's no trajectory for the me before this except becoming the me in this and after this. I think that's why rust's version of grief does resonate so much, because there's nothing he can do about how random it is, so he turns it into a bullet with his name on it. what he embraces here is the morbid version of "it was fate".

so he's mystified his experience of grief, rightfully so, because grief is inherently mysterious, and that is quite literally the process of engaging your capacity for illusion. and ultimately the story isn't telling you what's eating you, it's saying you'd know it much better by it's silence than by anything definable, present.

[karuuhnia]

I've been a Pokémon fan since the very beginning and recently a friend asked me who my favourite character was. I couldn't answer with just one character. So instead I gave her my top 3 favourites from each generation - and then turned it into this. lol

A little bit more info under the cut if you're interested.

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Please do not alter, repost/reupload or redistribute my artwork anywhere! (Reblogging is perfectly fine, of course.)

Gen 1:

Blue: The original rival, you loved to hate him. :D

Erika: I loved her design as a kid, even though I had no idea what a kimono was back then lol

Bill: No idea tbh lol. I like his hair and that he's a nerd, I guess? Honestly, Gen 1 did not have that many memorable and fleshed out characters, so I kinda struggled here.

Gen 2:

Lance: Honestly, he was my fave in Gen 1 already. I love his strength, his design, his virtuousness, his bravery, his code of honour, his everything. To me he's like a knight in shiny armour from old fairytales. lol I could spend a whole day describing all the things I love about him, but I don't wanna bore you.

Eusine: Probably a weird pick for many because he is kinda obnoxious in the game lol I've always had a soft spot for him though and I really wanted him to get Suicune in the end, after he'd changed.

Morty: I love his design and colours and that he's Eusine's bff and voice of reason.

Gen 3:

Steven: He is classy, wears a really awesome suit, has very cool Pokémon and is still a huge nerd. I love it!

Archie: (I see you, @chipsncookies) Big hunk with a big smile and a cool outfit. Beard. Not a bad guy, actually. Learns that he was wrong and does everything to make things right again. Frienemies with Maxie.

Maxie: Scrawny beanpole with a silly (but very cozy looking) outfit. Secretly a dork. Not a bad guy either. Learns from his mistakes and wants to make them right again. Frienemies with Archie.

Gen 4:

Riley: I was a huge fan of Sir Aaron in the movie and Riley is just as awesome. I love his hat too. His personality is also similar to Lance's, so that's a huge plus.

Cynthia: I really, really like her. She is so cool and strong and her theme is amazing. Just like Charizard she's become too popular and that gets a bit tiresome sometimes.

Looker: Okay, I admit, it took me a while to get used to Looker. But now I like his quirky, funny Inspector Gadget shenanigans. What changed my mind was the aftergame of XY. ;__;

Gen 5:

Ingo & Emmet: I couldn't do it. I couldn't choose who of them I like more. So they share the first place.They're a duo anyway. And absolutely inseparable. R-Right?

Elesa: I like her mainly because of the fanon that she's bffs with the subway twins. But she's also not the bitchy supermodel that I first thought she was. She's actually kind and supportive.

Alder: Funny grandpa with awful hair, but a big heart and a great theme song.

Gen 6:

Lysandre: His design always gave me Ganondorf-vibes. That's pretty much it. His goal is stupid.

Emma: Her storyline in the post-game was by far the best thing in XY. And her theme is so beautiful!

Sycamore: I still wish he had actually turned out to be evil. I still like him.

Gen 7:

Kukui: What is not to love about him? He's a hunk, he loves his wife, he takes in Lillie, he punches Pokémon with his bare hands.

Lillie: Sweet little girl who deserves all the love from her friends and her adoptive parents instead of all the shit her psycho bio mother put her through.

Burnet: She's sweet and smart and kind and I wish she had a much bigger role in the game. Her anime part was great though <3

Gen 8:

Piers, Sonia and Raihan: Honestly... These are pretty much the only characters that I remember lol Gen 8 was very underwhelming for me.

Gen 9:

Arven: Just a poor neglected boy who wants to save his sick dog. In contrast to his shitty parents he's got a big heart, is caring, nurturing and supportive.

Clavell: The twist about this character was that there was no twist. He is just a very kind grandpa who genuinely cares for the well-being of his students. I also LOVE his battle theme.

Hassel: This game really is full of wholesome boomers. Hassel's got a huge heart for art and his students and Pokémon. He's also not afraid of showing his emotions.

[sanctuary1988]

~ Subtle Conscience | 5 | Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers? fluff, light angst, TENSION, this is another light chapter tbh. period typical misogyny, age gap (huge), dark romance, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/N: Hi, everyone! SO, chapter 5 is here, I actually got a bit of writer's block during April and this came to me in a moment of inspiration. I really hope you will like this chapter as we are building something here! The cake is baking, darlings!

I inspired a scene on "Beauty and the Beast" as it was my favourite childhood princess movie. I guess that's where all the love for broken men started O.O

ANYWAYS.... I will not entertain you further, love. Happy reading everyone and please let me know your thoughts on this! I'd love to hear anything you had to say. 🫶

Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Time seemed to fly from your hands as you occupied yourself with managing the underground palace. Everything was on point, in order as you made it your task to keep everything in its place. You came to know that Gwi often left the underground paradise at night and never left during the day. He enjoyed having tea in the evenings and for you to join him for breakfast every morning. You came to know he often read in his solitude and the sweet nicknames he called you were your new designated name. 

You sat in your room reading a book under the big cherry blossom tree that made the place smell deliciously sweet. You sighed to yourself already bored of the things written in it as it was the third time you read that book; however, despite your boredom, there were always things to do around the underground palace. 

Morning came around and the routine began turning monotonous for you. With swift steps, you left your bedroom to meet Gwi in the main hall. He was sitting in his throne as usual, his demeanour as domineering as always. You bowed down at him, acknowledging his presence. You felt his eyes on your form as you walked in front of him and sat down at the table set out for you. 

“I have noticed your impeccable work around, petal.”

He commented, his deep voice resonated over the big room. You sipped your tea, softly humming at the sweet taste before you spoke, your tone soft, bored even as you began to eat. 

“I need to keep myself occupied, My Lord.”

“Is that so?”

And you nodded at his inquiry. Enjoying the food displayed out for you to eat. A subtle breeze entered the place, it was slightly colder than before, autumn was approaching and for that you were grateful, cooler days were to come. And with that, perhaps a change in a life you were forced to live. 

Gwi noticed your apathetic self. Your grey soul reflected itself to him as if he were gazing at an enchanted mirror. His eyes trailed down your form, eyes as dark as night with a tinge of crimson of buried secrets and broken promises. He looked at you, taking in the way you were tense in your posture, your hands rigid as you ate and the restlessness in your still beautiful features he was mesmerised about. 

He suddenly rose from his throne and you couldn’t help but look at him with big eyes filled with curiosity. Just as he took a step forward you rose from the table, hands tangling in front of you as you waited for his next move. 

Gwi was entranced by your beauty. Delirious over your eyes and enchanted by your lips that spoke words that encouraged him to a path he knew was doomed to drown in blood. He remembered that day when he followed you into the marketplace. That day he got a glimpse of your silver innocence. Of your pure soul that was now at the mercy of his cruel hands. He missed seeing that smile, yearning for that ray of light that illuminated his dark life. 

“My sweet flower, come with me.”

The command was soft-spoken yet it carried his power within the words that reached your ears. He extended his hand toward you and without hesitation, you took it. Trusting him blindly. Gwi didn’t know what to do with the knowledge of your blind trust. For he had once desired to have it in his possession but sadly realised you could be in danger for your golden heart. 

But his flower was owner of very sharp thorns. 

You followed him in silence, blinded by a trust you had earned ever so slowly. You reminiscenced on the first time Gwi took you to his underground palace that day at the flower garden in the royal palace above. The experience was similar, the sensation of being guided by him allowed you to rest and enjoy his mysterious self as he walked through his large palace hallways with torches and candles to illuminate the place even during daylight. 

He stopped in front of a closed door before he turned to look down at you, his eyes met yours and you could swear you saw a spark of anxiousness in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came before he spoke in that thunderous voice of his. 

“You once spoke about your enjoyment when it came to reading and not once had you visited the marketplace again since we had that conversation.”

You blinked up at him, softly tilting your head to the side as your hand still rested in his bigger one. 

“When you are burdened, flower of mine, lose yourself in the world of words”

His other hand slid open the door and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips at what was in front of you. You took a step forward, then another and another and your hand left his as you ventured into the room you didn’t know existed within this walls. 

You couldn’t help the smile at what you were seeing, the craftings, the shelves, the books. The beauty within this room was magnificent to even put to words. The hidden room was a mesmerising library with large shelves filled with books and scrolls as well as paintings on the walls and flowers on vases. You could even smell the aroma from where you stood. 

Gwi watched as you looked around in utter surprise. Completely awestruck at what you were seeing. Not even the royal library in the palace above you was this beautiful and you could firmly say so as you had once ventured there without your father’s permission. 

“It’s beautiful.”

You whispered, completely enchanted by the beautiful library before you. Gwi watched you from the entrance way, he admired how the spark returned in your (e/c) eyes and how you smiled so innocently. Like that day at the marketplace. Silver Innocence. He thought to himself as he walked to stand next to you. 

“If you like it, it’s yours then.”

You turned to look up at him with your eyes wide in utter surprise, trying to suppress the smile on your lips as you asked him, suddenly conscious of what he was giving you. 

“Really?”

Gwi gave you a solemn nod as his hands tangled behind his back. 

“I have found solace within these walls for many years. Come here whenever you like, petal. You do not need my permission to enter this place, it’s yours now.”

Your eyes locked with his in a delicate dance led by sentiment. You smiled, that smile that had dulled out from your beautiful features, that smile he had secretly missed. That smile that was enough to light his dark world. 

“Thank you, My Lord. You have made me really happy.”

If you had looked at him for a second longer you would have seen the subtle smile that danced over his lips. Delicate in its nature. But you turned around as your eyes went from book to book, to scroll to scroll as you lost yourself in the world of poetry and ancient history. A new world Gwi had shown you and that you welcomed with open arms. 

Evening came sooner than later and it was only when you noticed one of the candles in the library already about to burn out that you stood up and walked out of the magnificent room you had lost yourself into. 

The underground palace was drowned in silence as usual. For only Gwi resided there and it was you who served him. It sometimes felt suffocating, to have so much empty space, so many thoughts wandering around, so many things to do. So much freedom inside your cage. You found a strange connection with the man who kept you to himself. It wasn’t of hate or of love. It was of gratitude. For he had saved you from an unwanted fate that would put even heavier chains on your heart than to serve him with absolute devotion to the lord who lived in secrecy. 

You were quick to prepare his evening tea before you were walking to the main hall of the underground palace where Gwi sat in his throne, candles were all around the place as they flickered softly with the delicate blows of the wind that entered the palace from time to time. 

His eyes met your form the moment you stepped inside, you bowed down while carrying the tray with his tea, your eyes casted down as you walked further into the room, up to his throne so that you could place the tray on the table next to him and pour him a cup of the steaming beverage. 

In silence, he watched you work. In silence, he accepted the cup you held out for him. And in silence he took a sip from it. 

“Your tea is always so sweet. What is it that you put in it?”

His words were spoken against the cup, murmured even. If you had been standing further away from him, you wouldn’t have been able to listen to him. Yet in their nature they were gentle, curious even as his eyes met yours under the candle’s light around you both

“Just some honey, My Lord. If you do not like it, I can always make you another cup.”

Gwi tilted his head, looking at you with utter magnificence that made a subtle blush paint your cheeks. 

“I never said I did not like it.”

And with that, he took another sip, nearly emptying the cup before he handed it back to you. A silent order to fill it up again. The moment you handed it back, his fingers brushed against yours, sending tingles along your arms and down your spine. 

“Did you enjoy your gift?”

A smile immediately painted your lips. And he admired the way you were so open with your happiness, especially after the source of said happiness was himself. 

“How could I not?”

You spoke, your voice carrying emotions he couldn’t fully comprehend. Emotions he had already forgotten how they felt. Emotions that had died with his immortality. He lifted an eyebrow at your enthusiasm, merely curious about your perspective. But you lowered your gaze again, clearing your throat before speaking in a more proper tone. 

“It is a beautiful gift, My Lord. I do not have the words to express just how grateful I am.”

But he didn’t like the change in your demeanour. He didn’t like the way you hid your feelings behind the veil society demanded you to cover your true nature. Your true emotions. Your innocence he so wanted to keep and corrupt at the same time. 

He lifted your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you with delicate motions to meet his eyes once more. You did, though shyly at first. His eyes, dark with a tinge of crimson explored your beautiful features, your micro expressions. Your true colours at the reach of his palm. 

“Don’t do that.”

You frowned and he continued, his deep voice nearly making you purr as he held you with firmness yet still softness to his touch. A touch that burned your skin. 

“Do not hide from me, petal.”

You swallowed, your eyes never left his as his words crushed down everything you had learned since you were a mere child. To always appear beautiful, to never express yourself, to stay quiet, to never voice out your thoughts and concerns. It was mostly your father who taught you to be that way. It was socially acceptable. It was needed for you to belong to his circle. But you did not live that life anymore. 

“Forgive me. Customs die hard, My Lord.”

Gwi lifted an eyebrow at you, his hand left your skin and you felt instantly cold at the lack of his tender touch. 

“Is that so?”

You hummed, bowing softly before you stepped aside. Trying to break the tension between you both that threatened to drown you. Gwi continued to enjoy his tea in silence. The flickering candles dimmed out softly with the slow passing of time. You refilled his cup two more times before he spoke once more. 

“Tomorrow night you’ll join me for dinner at the royal palace.”

With curiosity you looked at him but he seemed unbothered by the words that had just left his mouth. You blinked twice, trying to resist the temptation to ask, to question his choices. For you served him, he was your lord and master. But he had also forbidden you from hiding your true self. 

“Why would you desire my company at such an event, My Lord?”

You knew tomorrow night an important dinner was to be hosted at the royal palace with the council. Gwi was to attend. Your father as well. Perhaps even the king himself would be there. But you were of little significance to the royal council. He looked at you, his expression soft as his eyes held a key to his many secrets. Gwi was a mysterious being. Something you did not dare question at all for you knew you’d receive no answer whatsoever. But there was something in his gaze that moment that made you want to unravel all the secrets and sins he held in his heart. 

“Because you belong to me. You go where I go. You exist where I exist, and you will obey when I order it, petal. We made a deal, remember?”

You casted your gaze down, missing the subtle smirk that danced over his lips at your delicate submission. Yet the fire in your eyes never died down. The confidence in your stance never faltered. Not one bit. 

“I’ve never forgotten, My Lord.”

Gwi tilted his head ever so slightly looking at you with expressive eyes that, had you been looking at him at that moment, you’d have seen oceans of feelings he kept hidden behind the veil of his nature. The veil of his power. 

“Wear a red dress, my sweet flower. You are dismissed for today.”

You placed the teapot on the tray before bowing down in silence. His eyes followed your every movement as you walked away to your room and never glanced back at him. Never did you misstepped. Never did you lose your elegance in your walk. Never did you show him weakness. And for that, he smirked to himself. 

For he knew he had a beautiful rose by his side with poisonous thorns that had already pierced his heart. Though if it was painful, he couldn’t tell. His heart was dead. But maybe, the roots of your existence could start making his heart blossom with something different from his infatuation. 

Something deeper. 

Something sacred. 

Something he’d have to protect from the world and even from himself.

April/25/2024

A/N: How are we feeling about this? O.O

Are we excited? What would you like to see next, darling? My inbox is open 🫶

~ Masterpost

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Okay, so to expand on my headcanons for next season of Young Royals:

- I think Simon will deal with a lot of media scrutiny, a lot of articles about him detailing every aspect of his life in magazines and tabloids, a lot of paparazzi following him around (think Kate Middleton when she was getting engaged to William, and Megan Markle when… well, all the time), and Simon will just try to continue with his life like normal, going to the bus stop to catch the bus to school, hanging with Rosh and Ayub, but always with a mob of paparazzi around. Simon won’t want any special treatment, he won’t want bodyguards or a private car there to take him to and from school, he won’t want any of that because for one thing he won’t understand that his life could be at risk now, and for another because he’s still a socialist and he doesn’t want taxpayers money going to protecting him just because he’s the Crown Prince’s boyfriend. But there would be a lot of reasons he could be in danger: being Latino (fun fact, did you know that there’s a Latina princess in a European monarchy already? The princess of Lichtenstein, Angela Brown, is Panamanian Afro Latina, she’s a fashion designer and she married Prince Maximilian of Lichtenstein in 2000. She was also the first woman of African descent to become a princess in a European monarchy, waaaay before Megan married Harry… but then again, neither Angela nor Megan married the Crown Prince of their respective monarchies, that’s why the monarchies were a bit more cool about it), being gay, being working class, being socialist, being a “class traitor”, etc. And I think Wille will be scared all the time that something might happen to Simon.

- I think this will also open up a big discussion of privilege, because as much as Wille might think he is aware of his own privilege, it’s still too embedded in him that things just happen for him, that things are simply at the tip of his fingers, like they have never been for Simon. But hopefully Simon will be understanding of that, as we see him begin to grasp the way that Wille has been raised when they discussed the book on season 2. And Wille hopefully will also understand why Simon wouldn’t want any special treatment. I think this might also make Wille consider how to use his Crown Prince title to do some good, become a figure of change and kindness (like William and Harry who continued their mother’s work, who have worked with mental health organizations, etc… sorry for all the references to the British monarchy, it’s the one that I know the most about, that and the Spanish monarchy, I know nothing of the Swedish monarchy, it’s just that, in comparison, it’s very… uncontroversial, and thus very… boring I guess. Same as other European monarchies. The Brits take the prize.)

- I think the people around them will also act differently toward them both. The students at Hillerska are still a very privileged and classist bunch, and they still regard Simon as not one of their own, so I think Wille will be a little extra annoyed at that whilst Simon will carry on like normal. I think that Wille will be like ‘I don’t expect you to give him special treatment, but I expect you to respect him like he deserves’, and some people will be cool with it and others not so much. I think Simon will be like ‘whatever, I’m used to it’, but Wille will continue to be defiant. I think those who will still be toadying to the prince will also somewhat start toadying to Simon as well. The teachers and staff will probably also be a little lenient toward Simon just because he’s Wille’s boyfriend, and Simon will be annoyed that he’s inadvertently getting some kind of special treatment.

- That is until the media start digging into other parts of his life, like Micke. (Remember when Megan was about to marry Harry and there was a big interview with her father, with whom she didn’t have a good relationship, and that side of her family got all conflictive, calling Megan uppity and saying that she thought she was better than them?) I fear that Micke will be all too willing to talk proudly about his son, but that’s not what the media will be looking into, they will be looking into dark secrets, and it will bring back a lot of trauma to the surface. Hopefully this will also open at last a serious discussion between Simon and Wille about Simon’s family, and it will explain why Simon can be so guarded with his feelings. I think at that point Simon might let Wille use his influence to protect him.

- The prospect also of the stolen medication and Simon’s “dealing” and Micke’s addictions and how it might reflect on Simon, will force Simon and Wille to obtain special treatment to make the potential scandal go away. They will have to deal with August and all the boys from the Society who knew where the meds came from. They will be forced to face the consequences of the mistakes they made, or they might make new mistakes in their attempt to cover it up. But hopefully they will be communicating the entire time, there won’t be any more secrets between them.

- Speaking of August, I don’t know if at this point the Royal Court will want to get involved in protecting him, so he will have to protect himself. Also at this point I don’t know how he can defend himself at all, no chance of using Alexander as a scapegoat anymore because the one accusing him is Sara who actually saw him posting the video. But it’s a witness account, so maybe it’s tricky…? He could very well say that she’s throwing false accusations at him out of spite, or that she was trying to manipulate him since he’s the next in line for the throne. He might use the stolen meds and accuse Sara of stealing them instead, since the meds are still in her father’s name so he might say it could have been her. She might still be a minor, and the charges would be less severe, but her future would be effectively ruined. And what chance does a poor girl with ADHD and autism spectrum disorder have against the second in line for the Swedish monarchy?

(EDIT: @cahaya-dreaming pointed out that Sara is not a minor anymore, because I completely forgot that they confirm in episode 2 that she’s actually eighteen. So yeah, even bigger deal!)

- I don’t know if Simon will ever forgive Sara for what she did, but he would never let anything bad happen to her no matter what, especially since she tried to make amends by going to the police. But how would the Erikssons ever defend themselves in that situation? They can’t, they don’t have any money for good lawyers. So Wille will have to help them, probably against the Queen’s demand to Wille not to get involved. The media will have a field day, the Crown Prince is accusing his own cousin of filming and leaking the sex video.

- I think there’s a slight chance that Micke himself might take the fall for the meds, that he might come forward and say that he dealt directly to the Hillerska kids, as a way to compensate for everything he did to his children, I don’t know… that would be extra dramatic.

- Someone mentioned that they fear August might try to hurt Wille, like physically hurt him (just like Wille seemed willing to do to August in ep 6) to get him out of the way and get the Crown himself, or just as revenge. And I think there’s a chance that he might become unhinged enough for that. I also fear that he might hurt himself, that his addiction might play a role in that, that his body image issues and addiction might be indicators of something akin to what afflicted his father and caused him to die by suicide. As much as I dislike August I wouldn’t want that to happen to him. I want him, instead, to own up to his mistakes, but he is too power-hungry for that, so my main fear, and this would make for a pretty dramatic scene, is him trying to literally end Wille. Or Simon. Or both.

- In other lighter, sweeter headcanons, I expect that we will get a lot of soft Wilmon moments in season 3. As I said, I want Wille hanging out with Rosh and Ayub, playing videogames at Simon’s house, I want Wille going with Simon to watch Rosh play football, I want them doing all the regular things that Wille has always wanted to do with his boyfriend that he’s never had a chance. I want them cuddling, I want them watching scary movies and curling up into each other for protection, I want Wille helping Linda in the kitchen, I want her making him Venezuelan dishes, I want Wille showing her that he’s learning Spanish and asking her to keep it a secret because it’s a surprise for Simon. I want Wille in Duolingo leaning Spanish and being very secretive and Simon getting nervous because Wille seems to be hiding something and Wille being like ‘it’s not a secret, it’s a surprise’ and promising to tell him what it is soon. I want them to trust each other, I want them to heal from their past mistakes and dishonesties. I kinda want Walter Henry barging into Wille’s dorm and catching them in the midst of fucking like “Hey Wille wanna come with us to- OH SHIT SORRY!” “Walter Henry, do you ever fucking knock?” “Guys guys, I just walked into Wille and Simon fucking in Wille’s room,” “Yeah, what else is new?”. I want them holding hands in the hallways, I want them wearing each other’s clothes, I want them having picnics by the fountain and fawning over each other, I want the other students to get cavities from how sweet these two are with each other. I want Heartstopper-level of lovey-dovey displays of affections between these two. (Edit: I can’t believe an entire week passed before I realized that I wrote Walter instead of Henry…)

- Meanwhile, we can all agree that Nils totally wanted to hook up with Wilhelm, right? Part of me thinks that was purely ‘hey if it happens, it happens’, but also what if Nils is just trying to be all casual about it but it’s totally wishful thinking? I think Nils could turn out to be a little jealous of how for Wille there’s no such thing as hooking up but he’s totally in love with Simon, how little he cares that people know that he’s queer, whilst Nils still keeps his sexuality a secret. But also what if he’s a bit jealous of Simon? They’re both be men of color, but Nils is rich, he has the upbringing, he has the influence, he is older, he knew Erik, in his mind he should be a better match for the prince than Simon. I think the fact that he sort of became Wille’s confidante and Wille in turn became his confidante, and that he repeatedly gave Wille some awful advice in regards to Simon might come into play later. I think he was definitely secretly hoping that Wille would have wanted to hook up with him just to get over Simon, and that’s going to be a thing later (if Nils is still around for season 3, who knows how much time will have elapsed by then).

- I hope that Wille continues to go to therapy, and he slowly learns how to deal with his anxiety and panic attacks. I need Boris to tell him that he needs to talk to Simon about it, that that is still something that he hasn’t told Simon about (or even better, I want Wille to come to that realization himself), but I imagine something will happen first that will trigger a panic attack and Simon will finally be there to see it and help Wille through it, and Wille will have to apologize for not telling him sooner, then telling him all about it. If you’ve never had a panic attack, it can sometimes feel like you’re having an actual heart attack; if you’ve never seen someone having a panic attack, it can actually look like the person is having a heart attack. In other words, it can be scary as shit. So I imagine Simon will be terrified.

- I wonder if we will find out why Erik went to regular therapy. I wonder if the Queen told him to go too. I wonder what more we will find out about Erik. EDIT: i meant to write “why Erik went regularly to therapy…

- If the series doesn’t end in a time-jump to graduation day, I will be in shock. I want them posing for official pictures together, I want them posing for silly pictures with Linda, I want them super happy and thinking about their future together. I want Simon getting a freaking record deal, and not because his boyfriend is the Crown Prince, but because he is that talented.

Sorry for the long post, I think I’m thinking too much about this instead of just rewatching season 2 again and again, as I should. My headcanons will probably change somewhat by then, but this is what’s in my mind right now.

[tiredcatgamer]

KHR Headcanon: What if Verde has some common sense?

Before Verde got involved in Mafia, he was a civilian born to normal parents who work in like medical or science field, even a professor too. Verde was not even his real name, but for the sake of this post, I'll use it. Verde was a natural genius at young age and knowledge was what he needed the most plus his happy parents encouraged him to continue his passion.

Years later, Verde was a renowned scientist in the whole world. That'd make sense in KHR world coz it wouldn't be impossible for everyone especially civilians not to know Verde. Sooo, while Verde has just found out about the dying will flames that would totally change his life perspective, Checkerface just came to invite him to the strongest seven people meeting, and Verde was like "hmmm, that's so suspicious. My stranger danger literally screams he is trouble. So a no is a n-" come on, he is the greatest scientist but with bad social skills.

Checkerface had came up with a plan on the spot and he was like "yo, you can get more knowledge about everything even Dying will flames from me if you agree. I meant everything."

Verde was doubting him until Checkerface demonstrate his rich knowledge to him and it totally blew his mind off as Verde tried to fact-check what he said and it turned out to be all true. Verde told him a single sentence, "deal, but if it is not satisfortary, the deal is off." While Checkerface mentally gave himself a back pat.

Later, Verde went to the meeting and saw the six people. He was like "crap, wait, am I in mafia???" But he hid his expressions from them by doing his notepad thing that was his coping mechanism. Meanwhile, Arcobaleno thought he must be a mad scientist due to his mysterious nature. Verde was also like "wtf? Did that woman has the ability to see the future? Why did she seems smiley? I guess it is the time to find information about sll of them" So, the scientist made no effort to flame bond with them while secretly dug every information on them. Eventually, they became chilly with each other from every mission that Checkerface assigned them to and after missions, Verde kept asking Checkerface countless questions for the sake of knowledge. Checkerface was like "whoa, this mortal seriously live on knowledge?"

Then, they got Arcobaleno curse that turned them into babies, which it pissed most of Arcobaleno off. Meanwhile, Verde was like "this is so unbelievable" until in his private lab, Checkerface pop out of nowhere and told him that he has decades to live until his flames die out. To his surprise, Verde took the news well and asked about the history of Tri-ni-sette, and Checkerface told him everything except for the fact that there used to be earthlings until Verde casually said "oh that sounded like a badly designed life system. Who in the right mind make that?" which was a slap in Checkerface's face because Verde was absolutely correct.

Checkerface took a deep breath and told Verde that he is the administrator of Tri-ni-sette, not the creator, but he has to be the main villain for the sake of the world and tried everything to find an alternative solution. Sadly, nothing worked even after centuries.

Verde honestly felt sorry for Checkerface and thought solving the Arcobaleno Curse would be worth being a great experiment in his lifetime because Verde was already bored of knowing everything too much.

(maybe I'll plan to write part two.)

[rubixkun]

Been looking through kazukibo art again (new fic has me hyped) and got a question. How'd you come up with the designs for the fan kids because I really like them. They have a nice mix of "clearly takes after their parents" but also enough of their own style to not make them feel like carbon copies. I usually avoid fan kid stuff because it does feel too much like carbon copies but yours are so well done so I'm curious.

kinda in a bad mood so I'm gonna ramble to help me feel better.

So the "Generation Xerox" trope is one that I never liked. To me, if you, I dunno, create a kid that's literally Makoto Naegi, except yas Kyoko's hair color, to me, that's lazy, and I don't want to be lazy with character design. That's also why you won't see me making characters with full on heterochromia. I've thought about, like, the Sondam daughter having partial heterochromia, like both eyes mostly blue but one eye has like a speck of gray in it.

Like why make a new character if they're going to be just like their parents with no change?

I also like playing around with combinations and how genetics could play into it. Though I don't strictly play by the rules of genetics. if I did, Hotaru would have black hair. And let's face it. Genetics are odd.

But then what about someone like Hikari? She has a lot of traits that look like Kyoko. I've even said as she gets older, she looks even more like Kyoko. How do I do it? Well for one I don't put a braid in her hair and call it done. Hikari's design comes from her personality. She's friendly, bubbly, and optimistic like Makoto. So I put in those details in a subtle manner through clothing, but also I make sure to draw her smile just like I draw Makoto's.

Some characters have also gone through multiple changes. Kazuki looked more like Makoto, Hikari changed like 4 times, Natsumi was a lot more boring on the design side of things. But this was when I wasn't really planning on doing anything with Kazukibou...it didn't even have that name yet. I just called it Next Gen.

But once I had their personalities figured out, it made designing easier. Natsumi being a loud in your face type helped shape the idea of the pink in her hair. Her outfit goes off the idea that she dresses nice like her father, but isn't all business like he is.

Hotaru is a tomboy who likes tinkering with stuff and low self-esteem. So play into that with baggy jeans and Kazuichi's old hat so she hides her face (in reality it's a comfort item).

Yes, Kazuki is a detective, but also leans more into being a teenager, so he's not going to wear his detective garb all the time. Okay fun fact, his vest was taken from a vest I have in real life. Only difference is his is blue and mine is gray. His old design felt plain so I wanted to add more colors.

And it's really trial and error and not being afraid to change something even if you already have a concept set in stone. People change their hair style all the time. People wear different outfits for different phases of life. Some people get glasses, some get contacts, and some even get Lasik.

It's also throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks. Sometimes I look at pictures online and think "I like this and I want to use that in my work in my own way." Most of the time I don't know what I'm doing and sometimes I add things because I just like it.

For example, eventually as the new Naefiri baby grows up, he's gonna have glasses because I just want him to wear glasses.

But I dunno if any of this makes sense. I guess tldr I just want to put more effort into what I do.

[bluberimufim]

Hi, and happy blorbo blursday! (as usual I am @writeblr-of-my-own).  I am back and ready to get in the game! For today's question, imagine your characters were in a cartoon TV show (such as Total Drama, Adventure Time, Kim Possible etc). What would their signature outfit be? The one they will never change for the duration of the season, possibly of the whole show? What would be one bit they keep doing or their signature sentence?

Happy blorbo blursday!!

This would be very interesting to answer for B&W because all the characters have their circus outfits, so I'm not gonna do that bc it's boring.

In the dystopia WIP, I've always had a very clear image of what Cristover, Nester and Alexis's outfits look like. Especially Alexis. Their outfit appeared 100% complete in my brain and I never changed it bc it was perfect.

I once did character sheets for all the characters and, while none of them is fully coloured, most of them had a little sketch just to kinda study colours and shapes. And this was Alexis:

Some of the colours are kinda off and the yellow is supposed to be gold but this is the general idea. They're a ridiculously wealthy swordmaster living a life of hedonism and I think this really captures that vibe, especially when you add their facial expressions. They also always have amazing black and gold graphic-ish eyeliner.

Their outfit changes slightly throughout the story to include more red, to represent how they fall deeper and deeper in love with Veera and how this love gradually distances them from their old life (red is Veera's colour, her outfit also gains more gold elements).

If they had to keep the sane outfit throughout the whole "show", I have decided they would only change their outfit once. When they find out that Veera was secretly sent to assassinate them and is probably not even in love with them (she is), we see them venture out of their property for the first time. In this scene they're wearing nothing but red, no gold to be seen - they're not even wearing eyeliner.

Ok, to put this in simple terms, Alexis very vaguely represents "the rich" (together with Nester, the only other character who's main colour is a metallic tone), and Veera represents "the people", since she's the kinda-leader of the common people's revolt. In this scene, Alexis finally leaves their house (the bubble in which the wealthy live, out of touch with the world) and finds their way to a poorer part of Silver City (where Veera is from, they specifically find their way to the building the revolutionaries are using as headquarters) to finally see the real world and learn about Veera's cause. This kickstarts a redemption arc btw.

The colour-switching in a character duo also happens with Cris and Nester, but it means a very different thing and I've already written too much.

Anyway, here are some of the sketches for the other characters:

They are, in this order: Vi, Veo, Veta, and Veera. Veera's design has changed a bit since this was made, but the general shapes and colours are still correct.

As for bits that keep showing up, I guess it would be that everyone struggles to pronounce Vi's full name because of how long it is (it's Anastavius Greterssen). It's not even that hard, but he always pronounces it with his native accent (which is kinda nordic-sounding) and always writes it out in his native language's alphabet, which the other characters can't read. The only time anyone ever saw his name in the "normal" alphabet was his and Veta's marriage certificate, which they lost when they got exiled.

[ratgingi]

Do you have any fun facts or headcannons about your ocs? You have really cool characters :DDD

THANK U ...... im grabbing you forcefully and sitting u down amongst my plushies to ramble at you

misc facts under cut :-]

- i dont really have specific ethnicities for most of the jack dlc cast, but exie + her sibling, cora's little brother jr, and margo are all mixed

- nobody knows why charlie never takes off his gloves. even lillith hasnt ever seen his actual hands. if you met him past a certain point in his life you just missed the chance i guess. its entirely possible that its just because he likes being mysterious about it

- murr and his brother atticus (who ive yet to. design and show off. dont worry about that) are twins and complete opposites personality wise, atticus is a very pretentious rich guy and lives in a different state. in murrs route there would be a scene somewhere where youd be able to videocall atticus, during which you and murr just get bullied for being poor like 30 minute straight

- outis' friend, stop, has been hit by cars on multiple occasions, and it absolutely will happen again. theres a margo end im working on in which you get to hit them with a car actually

- juniper is friends with ashton, kipper, and alma. they have a band together but its only for fun :-]

- cinder lives in a little house somewhat out of the way of town that she built herself and she has a massive garden that a lot of the flowers in her shop comes from. oopsie and kipper work for her and often get to visit her place to help gather flowers for the shop

- roe collects things he considers 'timeless', such as books, trinkets, and photos. his house has a lot of these things. also he likes birds. he has a friend who owns an aviary that he visits occasionally when he gets stressed

- when roe flips his head around in the morning to keep the sand flowing, it feels similar to how popping your neck does. however, much like popping your neck, if he is not careful about how he does it he can injure himself. and it also make a horrible popping noise when he does it

- margo did have a typewriter head for a short period of time but got bored of it and had her head changed to the bell. when she gets stressed and needs grounding she shakes her head around and it makes a loud bonging noise. it was already cracked like that when she got it

- continuing head talk, the part of outis' head that is damaged is not the main part but the reciever. the part of the reciever that allows it to hook onto the main phone is broken and doesnt allow it to stay in place for more than a few seconds. he often has to hold the reciever in order to keep it from dragging on the ground and getting further damaged on things, and he has a slight bit of hearing trouble

- michy likes to experiement with all kinds of fasion, which does include more masc styles sometimes. she absolutely rocks suits and likes ones that have silly patterns on them

- juniper befriends stray cats and brings them into the apartment building often to feed them and stuff. jackson lets his friends have spare keys to his place, so theres been multiple times hes come home to her having brought 3 random strays into his place to feed them leftovers from his fridge

- charlie is very strong, however lillith is the one who does all the heavy lifting around the morgue, usually because they volunteer to do so. they dislike showing off their strength in front of others but are genuinely stronger than pretty much everyone in jack dlc. jackson is a bit stronger than they are but they could easily kick his ass because everyone could

- three townies i havent talked much about are military, gym, and dancer. theyre a polyam couple that would appear across a few different routes, mili is a security guard with military style training, gym is a personal trainer at well. the gym. but theyre named gym because they also used to be a professional gymnist, and dancer is a professional ballet dancer. mili is a butch lesbian nd is very smart and scary but shes also pretty kind and mostly keeps to herself, gym is genderfluid, pansexual, and a bit of a snarky asshat who is big on gossip, and dancer is a transwoman whos very sweet but has a short temper much to her own dismay. dancer and gym are the other two townies who appear during kara's scene at the funfair

- i havent talked abt them yet so margos gingling a chameleon for a head, coras is gonna be either a rat or some sort of reptile, and alex + bernies is a two headed jackalope

[i-donthaveanygoodidea]

!! TOTK related but no spoilers !!

If anyone is curious about the artbook but doesn't want to get spoiled this for you

I looked at the artbook to see what would be safe to show to people who don't want to get spoiled but are still curious about what's in there so this post is totally safe and will only show a few pictures of what's completely spoiler free with the Japanese text removed just in case

Still spoiler warning just in case I accidentally post something spoiler worthy but I'm being careful so that shouldn't happen

(also I'm pretty sure someone else has made a post like this but I'm doing it anyway)

So first of all

Cheese.

It's probably unnecessary to censor it but I said I was gonna do it so I'm doing it. Yes this page is just cheese. My personal theory is that link has to fill those little vials on his hips and each one is connected to a cheese piece and he has to reconstruct the sacred gouda (I will not accept any criticism on this theory).

Next and very important we have :

Bear print paraglider

Hudson paraglider (with censored hylian text just in case there's spoiler in there and since I can't be bothered to translate I'm just censoring it)

I won't post all the designs but just so you know there's a cut korok design, a sheika design, a stable/malanya design, and blupee/lord of the mountain design which I think is cute and some other stuff

Next we have closeups of enemies that we have seen in the trailer and only those types so I won't show the designs for the higher tier enemies and the redesign for the other enemies we haven't seen yet (the keese have slight color changes but since we don't see any in the trailer I won't show them)

So first we have the moblins, it seem their drops will be similar to botw, so we will have their funky new horns as drops

Green lizalfos, same as the moblins so smart drops so new funky blade-looking horn

Here we have the bokoblins, I will refer you to what I said previously about the drops (and may I add that the silver bokoblins have a funny pom-pom looking thing at the end of their horn so it looks like they have a weird party hat)

Next we have whatever this is, I've seen theories that they could be this game's version of kargaroks so we'll just call them that. Not much to see just slightly better quality than the trailer and it seem their drops are a but similar to keeses and since they look very similar I didn't censor the eyes that look like the drops (I'm starting to be incoherent so bear with me)

Next:

There are new NPCs which I won't show, just know you won't have to keep talking to the exact same NPCs as botw, though their are a few sheika people that just look like those in botw so I guess we still have some old NPCs.

On the topic of the sheika, again no pictures but, very important

Impa has little stilts because she's short as fuck (to be fair their not really stilts but those Japanese shoes with tall wood soles but they look like stilts and it's funny to me)

For those who didn't like that the sheika stuff was omnipresent and got bored of it, worry not my friends, we have new environments and the architecture seems varied so you won't get bored as fast

Finally and again no pictures, link will have news clothes, which was a given but still, I'm just confirming the fact and some old armor pieces form botw will still be in the game and to end this post here's a censored picture of link in his sky outfit which is on the promotion for the collector's edition so we've seen it it's just slightly better quality and without the Japanese text

Pt.2

[bluebudgie]

2, 8 & 18 for my most specialest little guy petthri, 1 & 14 for lahpp and 12 & 19 for bobbie <3

Thank you for the asks!! Let's go:

Petthri

2. Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? 

Not at all! But as a little fun fact: I changed his haircolour (and haircut) twice the day I created him lol. (It was white at some point but ultimately that felt too close to what I already had on someone else so I changed it back to the original darker grey).

8. What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

I think this image will do a better job explaining than any words could:

18. What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC? 

I actually think the question you asked me about his saviour complex a while back and the explanation I tried to come up with is sort of the "biggest" recent development. There may have been smaller little tidbits but I can't think of any more recent ones rn >.<

Lahpp

1. What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

His voice. Not to open the biggest can of worms I got available in the shelves again but I cannot stress enough that this man came into existence because of A Song. Or well, several songs from the same recording if you want to be pedantic. But there was definitely one main culprit.

If memory serves right my very first thought was "I need a guy with this voice who simps for Dunnh". A relatively large chunk of his current backstory actually followed pretty soon after. So uh. Yea. That makes him, alongside Luqqah, another of my rare "wasn't created because of a cool armour/weapon skin" characters.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

This is sooo diffiult for him;; I always felt like I had a really clear vision of who he is and still had the hardest time really grasping his personality in a "tangible" manner for a long long while.

I'd guess one of the main principles would be "keep him the boring background corporate guy". The other one would be being mindful of the challenges his disabilities pose him? Trying to keep in mind how certain situations, interactions etc. would be impacted, obviously without reducing him to just that... aah I hope this makes sense;;

Iekko

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

I think he's actually one of my easier characters to draw! He's so expressionless too it makes it really easy to draw his face because he looks pretty much the same all the time haha.

That said, I don't think I could ever bring him to any sort of RP event or the like. I'm not a writer but I feel like writing about him would be very, very descriptive. Any first person dialogue would be hell because quite honestly, he just doesn't have much input on anything at all. Neither vocal nor in body language.

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

I keep nicknaming him the "walnut" which essentially just became a thing because... was it either his skin or hair/leaf colour in the character creator were called "walnut".

I later decided he's got these little heart-shaped openings on his cheeks between his leaves. Well guess what I found out: There's actually a japanese walnut tree that produces heart-shaped nuts. He doesn't grow any fruit himself but I think this is a kinda cute coincidence. And also makes for a funny cute-sy contrast to his very emotionless self.

[tobiasdrake]

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor's first level is, frankly, an incredible accomplishment of narrative design. I mean that. Truly. The game's opening mission is a masterpiece of disappointment. I have never in my life had my investment in a new franchise entry killed this quickly. It's astonishing.

Spoilers.

Me: Alright, here we go. I've been waiting for this. Fallen Order gave us the most fascinating concept, in a Jedi and Nightsister becoming friends and getting to know one another and learning from each other's way of life. What an amazing idea.

It was too bad that it only came about in the last like hour or so of the game, but it's a massive hook for the sequel. And now we're here. I'm ready for Cal and Merrin's big adventure together. Hit me.

Game: Merrin fucked off between games. As did everyone else. They're all gone now.

Me: Oh. Well. Okay. I guess that makes sense. Probably going to have to get the gang back together over the course of the game or something. I mean, we already got the gang together last game, I was kinda hoping we'd move forward with them, but okay.

Fine. It's not time for Cal and Merrin's big adventure together. I can deal. Go ahead, show me what you do have. What are we doing?

Game: Cal is on Coruscant with a group of disguised Rebels working under Saw Guerrera. They're here to take down a Jedi-hunting Senator.

Me: Wait, Saw Guerrera? We're working for Saw Guerrera? Oh, that's cool. Saw is a character that gets constantly shit on by Star Wars media. His whole thing is that he's antifascist but he goes too far. He's a dangerous radical. You should fight Nazis, but not like that!

Because. That's a thing a lot of Star Wars writers apparently think is a valuable political commentary to make. For some fucking reason.

So if we're actually on Team Saw, that's. Okay, I'm down for that. And Coruscant? Oh, man, we so rarely get to see Coruscant in the Imperial era. Yeah. Yeah, I'm here for this. Tell me about these other members of the team.

Game: Well, Gabs is a criminal who signed on with Saw for the loot. She doesn't really believe in the cause; She's just here to rob Imperials.

Me: Oh, that is interesting. Yeah, okay, I'm hooked now. This character is a self-centered bandit who only signed on for the pay. But she signed on with the #1 most radicalized True Believer in the entire Rebel Alliance, and has a Jedi Knight whispering in her ear.

That sounds amazing. How is this character going to grow and change as a result of these experiences? I can't wait to see-

Game: And then she DIES.

Me: ...

Game: They all DIE. Everyone DIES. The whole team DIES.

Me: ... *heavy sigh* Okay. Sure. What. Fucking whatever. Okay.

Game: You get to keep Bode, though.

Me: Haha, yeah, okay! What's his deal again? "He hates the Empire because they fridged his wife." Sure. The most boring possible concept for a Rebel you could ever possibly imagine. The stock character taken from every piece of media ever made.

We don't get the unique Nightsister and Jedi dynamic, we don't get the cool bandit being gradually radicalized by true believers. But Unbuttered Toast in the form of a character, he makes it out. Great.

Great!

Fucking great. Can't have goddamn anything interesting in this story, I guess.

[persi-person]

I had a poll on Instagram a while back about what to lore dump on but I want to throw out some Upside Down stuff so don’t tell them.

Upside Down is something I’ve started working on recently. It’s based on a writing piece I’d started a year or so back when I was bored. It was originally inspired by Tales From The Gas Station by Jack Townsend as well as some other stories I’ve heard listening to MrCreepyPasta’s nonstop horror radio, but now that I’ve started working on it again, I’ve taken some inspiration from The Last of Us too. (Fun fact: I had originally called it Tales From The End but you can probably guess why I changed it lol)

Upside Down tells the story of a world that has been torn apart by a mysterious incident that set supernatural creatures loose everywhere. It’s told mostly from the perspective of Emory, who is suffering from amnesia after an accident in an abandoned hospital. He’s rescued by a mysterious figure and taken to a fortified camp of survivors where he makes his recovery and starts to learn about the world he’s forgotten. It has less of an overarching/adventurous/intense plot and is more about this characters experiencing the world they’re in and forming relationships.

TL;DR: I’m working on a story with apocalyptic themes

Beyond the cut is just me going more in depth on ideas I have and drawings I’ve done.

The first character design I had was for Root. At the time, I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with him, but he’s become very important by now. He’s the one who finds Emory and brings him back to the camp.

I’ve already posted this but these are better drawings of him.

He’s quiet and brooding and prefers to keep to himself. He’s got a lot of secrets that he’s not too keen on sharing. He’s a very skilled fighter and is almost abnormally strong and resilient (suspicious), but most people at camp don’t get to see him work because he prefers to work alone.

Emory gets to know him when he’s finally well enough to be assigned on missions and is paired with Root to go on a supply run. The captain understands he doesn’t like company, but she wants someone to show Em the ropes and figures Root knows what he's doing so he should do just fine.

Root doesn’t like Emory at first, but as they continue to work together, they start to get along.

It took me a while to come up with a design for Emory, but I came to this final look with the help of my friend. I’d like to credit her but she doesn’t have Tumblr and doesn’t want her Insta to get too much attention.

Emory is more outgoing than Root. He’s more reckless and impulsive, which has gotten him into trouble more than once. For multiple reasons I’m pretty sure he has ADHD, but if he does, it’s undiagnosed and will probably stay that way because there’s no one in the camp to do that for him. The most anyone can do is speculate. He doesn’t think he has it though.

Like I mentioned before, Root and Emory started off on the wrong foot, and that's because Emory makes poor decisions that put himself and Root in danger. Despite repeated warnings from Root, Emory rarely listens, which frustrates Root to no end.

Over time and as they go on more missions together, they gradually start to get along. Root teaches Emory how to defend himself better and Emory starts to listen to Root more (sort of).

Emory is the first to develop feelings. He doesn't say anything because he assumes Root isn't interested. Root later follows suit but also says nothing, instead repressing his feelings and convincing himself he's not worthy of love.

I have some other ideas and worldbuilding I will share in a later post because I can't spoil everything in one go lol. I have a Google Doc with all the random stuff I have on this if anyone is interested.

[kookaburra1701]

6 questions

I was tagged by @thana-topsy thank you friend<3<3<3

RULES: answer the questions then tag some folx you want to get to know better/catch up with.

Last Song: Because I am a cliche I pretty much exclusively listen to Synthwave while working (coding.) I was in the middle of listening to Casio Love by Paul Collider. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQcX6ih9tFk

Last Show : Cells at Work! Code Black - let me tell you I have NEVER been invested in a dude getting a boner as I was by the climax (HEH) of episode 3 and I write and read a lot of M/M fics.

Currently Watching: I'm working my way through all of Max Miller's Tasting History videos. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlQZ3NPnoLk&list=PLIkaZtzr9JDkNXTsFck0w9CFVF0U-zPlV

Currently Reading: I have ADHD, so I'm almost always reading more than one thing. Non-Fanfic: I'm reading a fan translation of the BL LN "The Otherworld's Books Depend on the Corporate Slave." It's kind of a send-up of the isekai genre (which I usually avoid like the plague) where the main protagonist is a boring accountant who accidentally got dragged along when the Beautiful Magical Teenage Girl was sucked into a portal to the other universe. He's very genre aware and is very exasperated at the teenage girl who keeps falling for all the tropes of the isekai genre. He ends up saving the otherworld with his awesome accounting skills, and must have a lot of sex with the other love interest who in a normal isekai would be the one romancing the Beautiful Magical Teen Girl. It's absolutely bananacrackers and I'm having lots of fun reading through it. Fanfic: Hollow Men by @thana-topsy Tells the story of a Thalmor POW's escape from the clutches of the LDB, and his road to recovery. Like Lightning by JottingProsaist - this fic is single-handedly changing my mind about second-person POV. It's incredibly well-done, and gives the reader a fantastic, intimate insight into different characters' thoughts and motivations. The Prodigal Dragonborn by @ms-katonic-of-tamriel A delightful Lucien Flavius/Miraak romp around Solstheim and Skyrim. If anyone can make Miraak Be Better it's Our Dear Cinnamon Roll Lucien Flavius. Stumbled across this one while desperately searching for M/M fic featuring Lucien. The Bonds of Civility by @nientedenada - Just started this one, but super-enjoying the hasty decision-making by the LDB having massive political fallout, and all of the intrigue that goes along with it.

Current Obsession: The Elder Scrolls. Uh, if we're getting more specific I'm deep into plotting and outlining a massive Lucien Flavius/Kaidan Chivalric Romance trilogy. I'm also polishing up the first draft of a prequel focusing on Lucien and his first few days in Skyrim, so I guess Lucien is my current TES obsession?

Unrelated Obsession: Fiber arts - but this ends up being related to my TES obsession, lol, since I'm currently working on charting out some Elder Scrolls designs for knitting and Tunisian crochet, and also traditional embroidery samplers that might have been done by various cultures in TES. I also love history, especially Roman Empire history, but not in the weird "Julius Caesar did nothing wrong" crypto-fash way but in the "ha ha Diocletian's big naturals (are cabbages)" way. (shoutout to @dwellerinroots for that joke) Also in the "I need to figure out if subligaculae can be untied with one's teeth for historical smut purposes" way. I also have an entire subdirectory on my computer of all the dicks Ancient Romans drew everywhere they went.

Uh, I'm actually writing this while waiting for a pipeline script to finish troubleshooting so no time to sort through and see who's already been tagged, but if you want to do it please do! I love learning more about people. :)

[sunwukongssuccessor]

After you trim the fat off your fanfic like a juicy steak, would you be cool with uploading what didn't make the cut on tumblr?

This is the fucking funniest ask I got in a while

Legitimately though, roughly two thousands words were focused on the food competition (dialogue included) and that felt like a huge waste of the reader's time so that's why I trimmed it down.

But I guess it's kind of nice that it doesn't have to completely deleted

It was painful watching the first round, MK thrown off and practically run over by an army of Speedy Panda drivers then left in a crater with his ingredients scattered about. You hated being grateful that you had finished eating your meal because you were certain it would leave a bad taste in your mouth. Speedy Panda's victory might have felt sweet to them, but this was disgusting to you.

Round 2 started much sooner than you would have guessed, not even a commercial break for anyone to get their bearings but maybe that was the point.

The actual cooking part of the competition was a nice change of pace, even with the demon brothers obviously tampering with the recipe, MK's boss rolled with it and looked pleased by the extra ingredient for the broth. Was this gonna go in his favor?

The gong sounded that they were out of time, the two teams standing at the ready with each carrying a red plate and a cover with a cloud-like design and a gold trimming for a fancy touch.

In front of them was a long table of solid oak and brilliant gold, three tall chairs of what looked like ivory and even more gold.

Okay, what was with this place's budget?

"Both competitors must now present their culinary creations to our panel of judges," the announcer carried on. A spotlight focused on the first seat while more lights danced over to a pair of red curtains, a blast of wind pulled them apart to reveal an elegant woman in vermillion and gold accents, the black armor on her shoulders matched her onyx hair, only some of it was held in a top knot and an updo that resembled bull horns. "Introducing our first judge: Princess Iron Fan!"

The demoness looked down at the camera, and even though she held a smile with those red lips, her stare made it clear that everyone was below her.

As she took her seat, already looking bored despite not giving anything a chance to be worthy of her attention, MK spoke up with a confident tone and pointed an accusatory finger. "Ah, you've come to tussle with the champ?"

"Oh, please. Like I have energy to waste on you, Noodle Boy," Princess Iron Fan dismissed. "I'm here to settle a debt and that's all."

MK was flat on his back from that remark as she gave an open-handed gesture to Jin and Yin, who in turn gave her double thumbs-up and blindingly bright smiles.

"Knew I shouldn't have made that blood-oath," she muttered while rubbing at her temple.

Yeah, you weren't going to waste your time wondering about that.

The next spotlight was on the seat in the center of the table as the announcer resumed. "Judge Number 2 is none other than the Monkey King!"

Your eyes widened in surprise while red smoke appeared then just as quickly cleared to show this surprising guest. The smile was undeniably Wukong's but it was off, flat really.

Then you realized what was off as MK called out the Monkey King's name in pure delight, this was a cardboard cutout.

"I, Monkey King, fully endorse this product or sports event," the cutout spoke with a professional tone while Princess Iron Fan gave an absolutely befuddled expression towards her "co-judge" of all things.

MK's arms that he once had up in his excitement simply fell to his sides with the same expression you were making at the screen.

"And Judge Number 3, and apparently a fan favorite," the announcer simply went on, spotlights dancing over the curtain again then settling over the final chair, a bespectacled man with a bold red scarf and a wide smile appeared, "this guy!"

"Thanks for having me! Great to be here!" the man greeted to the audience with a wave.

It took a moment for his voice to register, your mind trying to remember where you had seen him before realizing this was Wukong's "fan boy" you had met at the museum to see that mural that MK had destroyed.

"You're the man, Tang! The Tang, man!" MK cheered which removed any doubts.

The eponymous owner of Pigsy's Noodles seemed to be trembling in his boots at the sight of what you thought was an ally.

MK was quick to notice Pigsy's fearful look while Mr. Tang properly took his seat and glared at the pig demon. The lights reflected back in the man's glasses, an ominous light staring down at what you thought was his friend as his hands clasped over one another in a menacing display.

MK was soon back at his boss's side, talking to him about something about how he acts or treats his friend but it wasn't quite caught on the mic so the specifics were beyond you.

The Gold and Silver Demons made their way to the Judges' table, obscenely confident that this competition would go in their favor while the announcer continued to report. "First up, is Speedy Panda with what looks like an assortment of mushy dim sum filled with..."

"Mystery Meat," Jin the Gold Demon answered with a smile as you were pretty certain a fly buzzed away the second the cover was taken off the plate.

"With a side of deep-fried spring rolls topped with whatever sauce was in this packet," Yin added in while giving a bow and gesture at the meal, his hand soon up to reveal a limp plastic packet then toss it over his shoulder. "It's edible... enough."

Princess Iron Fan picked and flipped at the mushy meal with a disgusted expression. "I'll take your word for it."

Mr. Tang was doubled over behind the table, definitely not liking what he ate.

"Thank you for your interest in the Monkey King and the Monkey King branded items," the cardboard cutout "spoke" but didn't touch his plate for obvious reasons.

Next was Pigsy's Noodles.

"Family recipe: Xinjiang pulled noodle soup! Qin man yong," the pig demon introduced his dish.

It looked heavenly with how the steam billowed out from the bronze colored broth, scallions and bok choy swimming with daikon radish and dark slices of meat, the noodles peeking out just a bit to show it was supporting the whole dish.

You may have felt a drop of drool form at the corner of your mouth, maybe you missed eating from Pigsy's Noodles more than you thought.

Mr. Tang pulled up and slurped a noodle with a fairly serious expression while Princess Iron Fan picked at the tiniest bit of noodle but her face became one of shock after a bite.

The softest gasp was heard as a tear ran down her face, a smile undeniable to see with each chew. Then her euphoria came to an end with a scoff. "There's no way I'm voting for your restaurant. My vote's for Speedy Panda."

A neon teal sign with the Speedy Panda logo swung down with a loud ding to highlight her vote.

You shared the same shocked expression as MK and Pigsy while Jin and Yin high-fived.

The only human judge then pushed away the bowl of noodles, still very much full as he stared down at the contestants with bright lenses. "Well, well, well. I've been waiting a long time to say this to you, /Pigsy./ My vote goes to..."

You leaned forward on the couch, holding a pillow close so you'd have something to give a full body squeeze. (And the monkey king plushie definitely wasn't big enough for that task.) It's almost funny how menacing a foodie could look when having all the power to ruin a man's (demon's?) career.

"Pigsy's Noodles!" he announced as he pointed at the bright pink sign that had the logo for the restaurant. Mr. Tang even stood up from his seat then placed his foot on top of the table as he continued on with what he had to say. "Of course it does! His food is a work of genius!"

The owners of Speedy Panda were none too pleased with how they complained against the crowd's cheering in agreement with Mr. Tang. This man definitely had a lot of passion for cuisine.

"That's one vote for Speedy Panda and one vote for Pigsy's!" The announcer's voice bellowed. "It all comes down to judge number 3!"

The cardboard cutout of your boyfriend the legendary Monkey King stood in front of the plate of dim sum and the bowl of noodles, a strange and serious silence brushed over the arena over what "he" would choose. The weight of the speaker taped to the back began to push it forward while it spoke again. "I, Monkey King, fully endorse this product-" The speaker crackled upon impact with the soup.

You, and probably a lot of other people too, were confused at what to make of that.

"He endorsed Pigsy's!" MK shouted. "He endorsed it!"

You think you may have seen a more than smug expression across MK's face.

As the camera was focused on the fake Monkey King face first in the noodles, a familiar voice made the decision. "Winner of round 2: Pigsy's Noodles!"

Another right pink sign overhead to add to the fact.

Pigsy's Noodles won the food portion of the competition with how the owner and MK were cheering over their victory and that should have been what really mattered since that was the selling point in restaurants and such. You figured that was the end of it until the words "Mascot Combat" were announced and the demon brothers brought out a death machine with a panda aesthetic to match.

The food truck for Pigsy's Noodles wasn't looking like a worthy opponent considering it literally fell apart from the stress of what was to come.

"Okay, so... we might have a little problem," MK's voice was heard on your TV.

"I can't believe it. I dedicated my life to that shop but now I'm gonna lose it to a couple of Demons because I was too arrogant to stand down," Pigsy spoke in shock, sadness coming up from the base of his throat and tears soon to follow.

The camera operator was really trying to get an award winning shot and preference despite this being a cooking show of all things.

"You were right, MK. No one cares about tradition or centuries-old recipes," he kept on, tears welling up to the point he tried to wipe them away but only fell to his knees in defeat and let the tears flow. "They're being forgotten and replaced by instant microwavable junk."

Okay, now you were feeling /really/ bad for ordering off from Speedy Panda.

"No way! I may not understand your irrational love for noodles," MK said in a bold and confident tone with a classic hero pose to match, "or working hard," his boss looked a bit confused from that, maybe even angry, "or being angry all the time, but you are always there when I need you!" MK's motivational pointing poked Pigsy's directly in the cheek before getting to his side and squishing his face to absolutely cement in his words. "So it's time for me to return the favor, because Pigsy's Noodles are noodles worth fighting for!"

Was there a practical effects budget for this show? Because clouds of golden smoke erupted from behind the two as MK pointed at the food truck and added to the atmosphere. (You might end up asking MK how staged this was if you got the chance to talk to him again.)

MK then tossed his boss up into the air, soon jumping up to follow him with the staff spinning behind him. "Here... comes..."

You don't think you've ever seen any of MK's fights except for the Great Wall Race which was also televised and when he had trained with Wukong, hearing his battle cry was definitely a first.

"Monkie Pig!" both MK and his boss shouted to the top of their lungs, the staff soon coming into contact with the truck and bright flames spiraling around it. You were pretty certain that /that/ wasn't MK's usual catch phrase but your mind was focused on other stuff like how the everyday vehicle turned into a noodle bowl shaped tank with pig-shaped cannon for one arm and wok-like shield on the other. It even came with giant chopsticks and a front fender akin to a rake.

Whatever conversation was going on after was lost on you but from the looks of it, Mr. Tang's loyalties were undoubtedly on Pigsy's, and by obvious extension MK's.

It didn't take long for lines of Speedy Panda employees to slide in ready for the fight. Once they were ordered to throw themselves in, Pigsy revved the mech, MK had his staff at the ready, and Mr. Tang and the Monkey King cutout were about to tussle with the employee in the panda mascot costume. It was gonna be an all out war.

"Hang on!" a young demon in a headset called out and was on the screen with a rottweiler behind her. Purple skin with mauve hair tied in a bun, red and yellow cheongsam for some traditional flare and burgundy leggings for comfortable mobility. "We ain't got the budget for this!"

She appeared between demons and humans alike, blasts of wind disrupting everything and everyone around to a halt with the weight definitely shifting off balance then fall back down with the lack of preparation.

A vermillion clipboard flew into her hand as the Gold and Silver demons slammed into the dirt. A complaint about the attack was obviously heard with how she brought the paper to their faces.

"Well, you spent all of your profits on that Panda Mech!" she answered while the folded papers practically burst the board and smacked the demons. "We ain't got enough money to pay our drivers! Speedy Panda is bankrupt."

Even though her way of speaking was different, her going straight to the point and being no-nonsense about it reminded you of Wukong's lawyer.

"What?! Give me that!" Jin exclaimed as he grabbed the clipboard and with it the ribbons of debt.

"Oh, yeah. Must have been the hydraulics, yeah?" Jin spoke up, hand under his chin in thought. "I told you 'bout that."

"We're not getting paid?" One of the Speedy Panda drivers questioned with a horrifying tone as a dark, menacing aura grew behind him.

"Okay, yeah, so traditionally, people expect money when they do work," the gold demon started off.

"But it's like the Pig Man said: No one cares about traditions anymore, right?" Yin added on with a smile that knew trouble was brewing.

The now former employees of Speedy Panda swarmed the demon brothers, only a few hits were shown on the screen before the program cut to an ad as a weak form of censorship.