#honestly i think every colours can go well with one another if used the right way

[laulo821]

whats your favorite combination of colors/color scheme

hello there. colours are too pretty together to have only one favourite so here is a bunch of my favourite colour pairs

there's prolly more i forgor but here's a starterpack

[bunnylovesani]

A Birthday Affair 2

Summary: Past midnight is when the real birthday celebrations start and the best gift you could’ve asked for is to get stuffed. Full of cake, of course. You just better hope Padme doesn’t wake up.

Content warnings: P in V sex, oral sex, cheating, generally immoral activity lmao

WC: 3.2k

“Would you stop whining about it already? Give me a fucking minute to put on my shoes and I’ll get you the stupid replacement.” Anakin yells in Padme’s direction, on his way to buy you another birthday cake after the last one went up in flames.

“It’s not for me, it’s for her!” She points at you and Anakin sighs, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah well, she doesn’t seem to be half as fussed about it as you are.” He grabs the keys by the door and throws on a navy blue baseball cap. “Be back in twenty.” He seems to say only to you and the act of defiance doesn’t go unnoticed by Padme.

“God, what a jerk. I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately but he seems to be even more unbearable than usual.” She steps out onto the terrace of your shared apartment and you follow her. “You spend every day with us, tell me- has he said anything to you? You know, about us?”

You shuffle on your feet nervously and let out a huff. “No, nothing.” You decide to keep your lies simple and easy to follow.

“That’s even worse!” She whines. “He doesn’t mention me at all?”

“I didn’t say that.” You deflected nervously.

“So he does talk about me?” Noticing your hesitance, she puts her hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Relax, you can tell me. You’re my best friend in the whole world, I’d never get mad at you for telling me the truth.”

“I got something that’d test that theory.” You think as you scratch the back of your head.

“Look Padme, I don’t know what to tell you- I mean he doesn’t talk badly about you, but he doesn’t mention you all that much either.”

She pauses for a moment and takes a step back, observing you closely.

“So what do you guys talk about then?” She shoots you a scrutinising glare.

“W-what?” You kick yourself for how suspicious you’re coming across.

“You heard me. We’ve been roommates for a good couple of months now.” She paces up and down the terrace. “When I’m at work and you two are alone, what do you talk about?”

“Oh, you know. The usual. Nothing special.” You reply honestly. Up until this evening, you hadn’t crossed any boundaries with Anakin- unless you count your fantasies. In which case you’d crossed them multiple times in multiple different positions.

She looks at you with narrowed eyes, processing your response for a moment before she releases a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been feeling a little paranoid recently.” She slumps down onto a plump deck chair and breathes in the cold night air. “He seems distant, like he’s not really here with me, you know?” You take a seat beside her, not sure whether it would be more morally reprehensible to comfort her or to change the subject.

“I don’t know Padme, it’s between you guys- I don’t wanna get involved.” You hear the irony in your words as soon as they leave your lips.

“Of course, ‘m sorry for being such a downer- and on the eve of your birthday too! I’m gonna throw you the biggest rager tomorrow, I’ve invited so many cute guys - just for you.” She rambles excitedly and you bite your lip in guilt.

A short while later, Anakin comes home to a very lukewarm reception from Padme, who complains that the cake he bought isn’t good enough- it wasn’t the right size, the right flavour or the right colour. You thought it was perfectly fine.

After a brief but heated argument, Padme decides to call it a night and retreats into her bedroom down the hall.

“I’m sorry about her.” Anakin whispers, treading lightly over to you. “She’s acting even more insufferable than I’m used to.”

“Funny, she said the same thing about you earlier.” You smile, knees feeling weak when he returns it with his own twinkling grin.

“I can’t wait until it’s you I get to go to bed with, not her.” He speaks softly, reaching up to brush his knuckles against your cheek.

“Me neither, but we can’t do things like that anymore. Not until you deal with Padme.” You vowed, looking over his shoulder.

“I know, I know, I’ll deal with that soon-“

“Anakin! Come to bed!” Padme interjects with a high-pitched and entirely repellant screech.

He rolls his eyes so far back into his head you wonder if they’ll ever come out again.

“I’m coming!” He yells, throwing his arms into the air with a measure of agitation you’d never seen before.

“I gotta go, angel. I’ll see you in the morning yeah? My pretty birthday girl.” He grabs your chin lightly before planting a peck on your forehead and retreating into the bedroom with an indignant sigh.

You stayed up for a little while longer, deciding to tidy the mess of pillows and plushies strewn along your bed. As you readjusted your teddies, you let out a dreamy moan at the memory of your romp earlier this evening. You snake your hand between your thighs as you sit down, feeling deliciously sore- head spinning with the reminder of how right it felt to have him buried inside you. Only being granted the pleasure of having him once wasn’t anywhere near enough- you felt like you were going through withdrawal, unable to form a single thought that wasn’t about him.

Resigning yourself to a long sleepless night, you slipped your most expensive silk nightie on and crawled under the covers. Glancing over to the clock on your nightstand, you saw that it was 1 minute past midnight- officially your birthday. You wondered if Ani got you anything nice, focusing on hypothetical presents rather than allowing your guilty conscience to creep in.

Speaking of creeping in, you hear the door knob squeak with a careful twist and a festive pyjama-clad Anakin enters your room.

“Ani! What are you doing here?” You whisper, motioning to securely close the door shut.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait- just had to come see you. Happy birthday, baby.” He hands you a charming white gift box wrapped tightly in a pink silk bow, his large palm making it look tiny.

“Can I join you for a minute?” He gestures towards your bed and you’re torn.

“Oh Ani, you shouldn’t have. I-I don’t know, what if she catches us?” You try to reason but your attention has been stolen by the pretty box, which you eagerly pluck out of his hand.

“She’s out cold.” He perches at the foot of your bed. “You hear that? Sounds like a grizzly bear operating a chainsaw.”

You giggle at his words and peel back your covers, inviting him to lay beside you.

“Or a congested walrus.” You add.

“Driving a bulldozer.”

“Well now you’re just exaggerating.” You laugh into your pillow while Anakin shushes you, playfully hitting you with your teddy.

Clutching the box as you untie the delicate ribbon, you pull out a polished gold necklace with a satiny heart pendant- engraved with the letter A.

“Ani, I love it! But-“

“I bought this a week ago.” He interrupts. “My heart belonged to you long before you gave me your body. I want you to wear it and the next time I see Padme, I’ll tell her everything.”

“Really? The next time?” You ask incredulously. You’d expected this to drag on for a lot longer.

“First thing in the morning, angel.” He reassured you soothingly and you melted into his arms.

“Okay, help me put it on.” You tittered excitedly as he clipped the necklace in place, the delicate pendant lingering over your collarbones.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.” You held it in your hand and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away slightly, you darted between his dreamy eyes and his parted mouth, trying to resist temptation.

Before you could give in first, Anakin gripped your jaw with his hands, pulling you in impossibly close to kiss you deeply. You sucked on his tongue, moaning at the subtle taste of vanilla cake frosting and minty toothpaste.

“No, wait. We shouldn’t.” You proclaim breathily, though you know your empty words were nothing but a pitiful attempt at making you feel like you’d at least tried to abstain.

“Then why does it feel so right?” He silences you by pressing his lips against yours once more, all resistance fading away under his gentle touch.

You squirm under his weight as he climbs on top of you, kissing and sucking his way down to your thighs, which he pins open until the sides of your knees are lying firmly against the bed.

“Can I taste you, sweetheart?” He asks in a hushed tone, rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

You nod in response, hoping that on some level not speaking would make this whole thing less sinful. Anakin doesn’t press you for a verbal response, taking no time at all before he pulls your panties off and delves his tongue into your pussy. Your hand flies over your mouth as you slip out a breathy moan, the warm feeling of his mouth enveloping your clit overwhelming you. His nails dig into your fleshy hips and his grip around your thighs strengthens- swollen veins protruding through his forearms as the adrenaline courses through his blood.

You whimper into your heart-shaped pillow, gnawing at the frills as you feel the tip of Ani’s tongue working circles into your sensitive bud.

“You taste so good, baby.” He raises his head and you take in the sight before you: lips parted, wetness dribbling down his mouth and half-lidded eyes glaring at you lustily. “I can’t wait angel, ‘m sorry.” He mumbles, getting on his knees and dragging you down by the legs. He doesn’t bother removing his plaid pyjama bottoms, simply pulling them down and letting his cock spring up over the waistband, achingly hard. You can practically see it throbbing, the tip a glistening dark pink.

“Can I? Please, baby.” He whines, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds. You nod once again but he seems unsatisfied.

“Talk.” He demands simply. “It still counts as fucking even if you didn’t say a word.”

You frown at him, not appreciating how he just burst your bubble.

“Fine.” You huff and he raises an eyebrow.

“Are you giving me attitude?” He comes closer, tip kissing your entrance. “‘cus now would be the wrong time to do that.” He hisses and slides right in, filling you up all at once and giving you no time to adjust to his size. You mewl and writhe beneath him, gripping the sheets as he puts all his body weight on you and covers his hand firmly over your mouth.

“Do you want her to hear us? Shut up and take it.” He spits venomously as he gives you deep and slow thrusts, his cock reaching all the way up to your guts. You moan helplessly as he holds you in a near headlock, silenced with his strong arms and legs pinned wide open to make way for him. Your legs tremble as your pussy greedily accepts his length, squeezing it with its plush walls.

“Slutty little pussy, ’s gripping me so tight.” He grins against your neck. You’re not sure what it was about sex that brought out such a dominant and mean side to Anakin- but you weren’t complaining. The sound of arousal filled the room, your wet slickness gushing against him as his balls slapped against your ass. Hearing the lewd sounds, he slowed down a little, cautiously guiding his cock into you in such a way that would elicit the least amount of noise.

Just as you fell into an entrancingly good rhythm, a knock was heard at the door.

“Hey, you sleeping? Anakin’s gone somewhere.” Padme’s sleepy voice reverberates through the door.

You look to Anakin for guidance with an expression of panic but he looks completely calm- doing nothing besides slowly removing his hand away from your mouth, still sheathed in you. You consider not replying and pretending you’re asleep but quickly realise the light of the lamp shining under your doorway is a dead giveaway.

“Um, I’ve just gone to sleep now.” You answered with bated breath, wondering why Anakin hadn’t pulled out yet. “Has he really? Dunno where he could’ve gone.”

As if this exchange wasn’t challenging enough, Anakin begins fucking into you again, a wild smirk plastered on his face as he thrusts in and out.

“Ugh can I come in?” She whines, no doubt wanting to rant about her failing relationship. The hunk on top of you reaches down and starts rubbing your clit, staring into you with great amusement as you unsuccessfully attempt to bat him off.

“Uh- um, no Padme I’m sleeping, ah we’ll talk tomorrow!” You tremble, hoping your words didn’t come out too shaky.

“What are you doing in there? Are you okay?” Suddenly the door swings wide open and Padme walks in on the sight of her boyfriend on top of her best friend. You only catch a glimpse of her face for a moment- a screwed up expression of horror and disgust- before she turns around and reaches for the vase on top of your chest of drawers. Anticipating her reaction, Anakin towers over you protectively as Padme hurls the glass vase in your direction- the water spraying over you both as it flies over the bed, smashing into a million tiny pieces against the wall.

“You fucking whore!” She screams. “And you! You jerk! How could you fuck my best friend?!” Anakin throws an unphased glance her way for a moment before turning his gaze towards you, brushing his hand against your face gently and locking your lips in a soft kiss. The look of adoration he gives you, ignoring Padme completely, reassures you that you are the only one worth his attention.

“Oh, I’m gonna be fucking sick.” She splutters as she walks out of the room, slamming the door shut and mumbling curses to herself.

“Ani, get off! I need to go talk to-“

“You don’t need to do anything other than be in this moment right now, with me.” He pins you down by the wrists and glares at you, pushing in until the very base of his cock is flush against you. You want to fight him, to get up and chase after your friend but the pleasure has made your legs numb.

“You can leave when I’ve made you cum.” He rasps, resuming his heavy thrusts and you can’t do anything other than cry out his name- no point being quiet now that she knows, right?

“That’s it baby, let everyone know who you belong to.” He moans, brows upturning and mouth parted. He looked so pretty like this, damp curls brushing against his forehead and plump lips formed into an inviting o shape. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your throat ran dry as you felt the tip of his smooth cock gliding roughly against that spot that drove you crazy.

“Fuck Ani, ‘m gonna -“ The words flew out your mouth as your release took you by surprise, seizing your whole body in ecstasy and eliciting a torrent of guttural moans from your pretty lips. He buried his face into your chest, groaning against your bare tits as he joined you in cumming, painting your walls with his seed.

Ani was nothing if not a man of his word- so he rolled off you straight after, freeing you to leave.

“I would advise against what you’re about to do.” He speaks calmly, covering his lower half in your sheets and stretching his toned arms out before placing them beneath his head.

You ignore his comment, throwing on a bathrobe and leaving the room to see Padme- furiously stuffing articles of clothing into various bags. A nauseating fear overcomes you when you realise you have nothing to say to her.

“Don’t.” She snaps, noticing your lingering presence. “Don’t even come near me. You are dead to me.” You twiddle your thumbs standing in the doorway of her room, not sure what you were expecting.

“I’m sorry Padme, I really am. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” You mumble, barely above a whisper.

“You didn’t mean to slip and fall on his cock?” She has angry tears pouring frantically down her round face. “That doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that happens by accident.

“I meant I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You clarify gently.

“Well, you did. Oh my God, I can see his cum pouring down your leg.” She points in disgust and you cross your legs. “Is that what I saw earlier? I thought you spilt water or something, God I’m so stupid.”

“No, you’re not, this is all-“

“You’re right. This is all your fault, you dumb fucking slut. You’re nothing but a brainless whore.”

“That’s enough.” Anakin emerges, dressed in nothing but his boxers, a thin veil of glowing sweat coating his toned abdomen. “This was all my fault. If you have anything to say, you say it to me.” You cower behind him, thankful for his protective presence.

“Oh, I have plenty to say.” She barges past you both, carrying her bags out into the hallway. “A year’s relationship thrown away for a quick fuck. With that skank.”

“Don’t call her that.” He gruffly responds and you can’t help but think he’s being harsh.

“Spare me. What are you, her guard dog?” She scoffs, tears dried and replaced with a scornful bitterness. “You’re going to regret this. When the novelty wears off and you realise she means nothing to you, you’re going to come crawling back.”

“That’s highly unlikely.” He looks unperturbed, amused even - strangely nonchalant over the dramatic events unfurling before him.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” She jibes, throwing her coat on and getting ready to launch another venomous attack your way when she’s interrupted.

“I love her.” Anakin states simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You what?” Padme stops dead in her tracks, looking aghast.

“You what?” You parrot softly and he turns to face you, tenderly taking your face into his gentle hands.

“I love you.” He repeats, not an ounce of shame or regret in his words.

“I-I love you too, Ani.” You grab onto his wrists and gaze into his eyes with an adoring vulnerability.

“Rot in hell, you crazy motherfuckers.” Padme peels her eyes off the appalling sight before her, grabbing her bags and leaving the apartment with a thunderous slam of the bolted door.

You watch her leave with a troubled countenance painted across your face- but Ani never takes his eyes off you.

“I guess it’s just us now.” He smiles peacefully and you feel all your worries melt away.

“I guess it is.” You smile back, wrapping your arms around his strong neck and joining your lips in a passionate, cathartic kiss.

It’s not that you didn’t like Padme, nor that you were the kind of woman to choose a man over her friends. It was just him. You couldn’t help it- from this day forward you knew you would always pick Ani over anything else in this universe. Without a shadow of a doubt, he was your soulmate.

@crazy4hotmen @erinkeifer @mortalheartache @arzua10 @mugwump327

Part 1 here

[rotten-pomegranate]

Hiii thanks you very much for answering my ask🥹❤️

But can please I get one where they never find reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Yandere Adult trio and trouble trio when reader escapes and they never find her

First one here

Yes bbg

This is a bit short

Warnings: killing, yandere

𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧𖥧

Feitan

Feitan is offended and pissed that you have the audacity to try and escape him

He’s gonna look for you for years and even after he stops looking he’s still gonna check from time to time if you’ve become brave enough to make a Facebook page or a snapchat account

Even if he knows you aren’t with them he’s gonna kill all the family and friends he didn’t already torture to death trying to find you

Phinks

Like in the last one phinks is heart broken, why was he not enough for you, he fed you, clothed you, made sure you had a comfortable place to sleep every night

He’s gonna low key go crazy the more time passes that he can’t find you and he might ask the troupe for help and if he still can’t find you and they all fail at finding you he’ll be forced to stop because of his mental health

He’s still gonna have some major heartache though, oh some random person that has the same hair colour as you asks him for help? They are getting punched so hard they won’t be recognizable, he sees the nail polish you used to wear in the store? He’s buying it all just so he can throw it away when he’s done smashing them all

Shalnark

Shalnark isn’t very good at showing his emotions but he is sad, not because you got away because he’s doubting himself and his abilities to kidnap someone

He’s buying pad locks and camera and motion detectors for weed before he starts looking for you, that’s probably good for you because it gives you time to get away

When he starts looking he doesn’t think it will take long but you actually did a good job at disappearing and he’s slowing getting more frustrated

He’ll try less but he’ll never stop looking for you so make sure to always cover your tracks well

Chrollo

Chrollos not that worried, he starts tracking you right away and because of that he probably gets close a few times which slowly starts to piss him off

When he can no longer find anything about you he involves shalnark to help and when he can’t find anything he’s having a whole troupe meeting about it

He’s never gonna fully stop looking and he’s never gonna get over the loss of you, he might try and replace you but it isn’t help so he’ll kill the innocent person in your place

Illumi

Illumi is gonna go bat shit crazy when he finds out you escaped, the whole house is gonna know the whole town below his house is gonna feel his bloodlust

He’s gonna have every family member, every dog, every maid and butler out looking for you so you gotta be speedy

Your best Bet is honestly going to another country if you can do that without leaving any footprints

He’s gonna replace you because his family says he has to but whoever comes after you doesn’t mean anything to him like you did

Hisoka

Hisoka is the calmest, he figured he’d find you in like a week because of his skills and hunter license but after a couple months pass he’s starts getting annoyed

He’s pushes other stuff aside at this point to fully focus on looking for you but when it hits the one year mark he pushes it to the back of his mind again

He still makes en effort from time to time but not as often, he is sad you left you where his favourite toy and he didn’t even get a chance to break you

©rotten-pomegranate- All rights reserved, don’t steal, translate, copy, plagiarize, claim my work as your own or post it on other platforms.

[greatcheshire]

hey, how'd you learn how to do your makeup? i'm kind of a novice over here

Hey!! So I learned via a lot of methods - tips from friends, videos, googling. It's hard for me to remember a lot of my sources over the years. That being said, I'm going to try to link the ones I know help the most.

The Pretty Fix - this channel hasn't updated in a while but has a lot of tutorials designed to be trans-inclusive and beginner friendly. It's a great resource for just starting out and for understanding a lot of basic techniques and things to keep in mind without it being overwhelming or throwing too many product types at you.

How to Apply Eyeshadow PERFECTLY (beginner friendly hacks) by AlexandrasGirlyTalk - This video is short and simple and yet probably the most effective one I've seen when it comes to breaking down eyeshadow. I still haven't fully 100% mastered doing eyeshadow, but I feel a lot more confident with it after watching this a few times.

Dude, eyeliner changes your whole face by Alexandra Anele - Another good technique and theory video that helps a lot when trying to figure out eyeliner, which IMO is the hardest part of trying to do eye make up and something I'm only starting to feel good with as of this year

NEW Updated 2021 E-Girl Makeup Tutorial! by hannah owo - This one might seem silly at first glance because, y'know, E-girl, but honestly this is one of the most helpful makeup tutorials I've found and has drastically affected how I've done my makeup. What makes this one so good and helpful IMO is that unlike a lot of other makeup tutorials you can find, this one uses a lot of drugstore and bargain brands (at one point it recommends using a Crayola marker to create freckles) and shows the ways one can make a super elaborate look using a surprisingly small amount of products.

FACE BASICS: Hide Facial Hair (using Makeup!) Part 2: Makeup by David K Davey - I don't really do a lot of this anymore (I used to go way overboard on covering that area early in transition lol) but for those worried about beard shadow or discoloration in that area, this helps teach how to be cover that up and the colour theory behind it. Mastering this can be a godsend.

Those are the main links I can think of right now! For someone still getting in, my best advice is to get the basic tools you'll need - primer, concealer, foundation, eyeliner, mascara, blush - as well as a sponge or brush kit and play around with them, using tutorials and googling every time you think you come into an issue. Then you can start looking at more advanced things like contours and eye shadows, and the good thing about eye shadows is that most palettes have a bunch of videos online of people doing various looks and tutorials with them, meaning if you find yourself stuck, you're almost always guaranteed to find something you can use as a reference.

Makeup is hard and I still don't feel like I have a perfect understanding of it, but it can be quite fun once you find a set up you like and start getting comfortable enough to experiment with new looks and products! I hope this could help at all and I wish you the best of luck going forward!

[floralembarrassment]

Decisions (1/1) (jegulus)

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe," Regulus repeats with more certainty. Though the only thing he is certain about is that he is uncertain. He watches James process that response, and he goes somewhere in his mind that Regulus just can't seem to reach. It ties a knot in his stomach.

Anxiously he worries his bottom lip between his teeth, "is that alright?" Regulus questions after a moment.

James eyes find his and he comes back to him. Before he is even talking Regulus feels his lungs expand with ease again.

"Love of course that's alright. We're not going to do anything you're not sure you want to do, I'd never pressure you like that," James says comfortingly. He takes a step forward and presses a kiss to Regulus' hair.

"Do you want to talk through it?" James offers.

"Really?" Regulus says with bright eyes.

"Well clearly this is a tough decision and I want you to not only be sure but happy also," James explains easily.

"I know everyone does it, this shouldn't be so hard." Regulus sighs.

"Okay, so obviously I like the green and you like the red so I think those have to cancel each other out. I think I like the blue next best but it's kinda like are we pressuring him then the be like blue is for boys? What if he tells us he's not a boy and then wants the blue? But we can't do beige because I'm not having some oatmeal child, and honestly like the yellows and oranges are too much for a nursery." Regulus says, seemingly all in one breath and also basically vetoing every colour they picked.

James runs a tired hand through his hair, because he also can't decide and never thought he would be so stressed about painting walls. "What if we did white-"

"White James? No didn't you read that book I gave you? Kids need colours to be stimulated, it's good for brain development," Regulus says throwing his hands about as he spoke and then letting them flop down at his side.

James takes a deep breath and smiles at Regulus fondly. He puts his hands on Regulus' shoulders, "Reg I wasn't finished. What if we do white, Let me get there, and then paint planets and stars along the walls and ceiling?"

Regulus receives that offer, breaths it in and falls forward into James' chest. James can feel the smile spreading across Regulus' face. "That's perfect," he whispered into the fabric of James' jacket.

"We could probably ask Sirius to paint it too, or just help if you want," James adds. Another brilliant idea if does say so himself. He never fancied painting but the new room did need some sprucing.

"I'll call him right now and see what colours he'll need!" Regulus nearly jumps for joy as he pulls out his phone.

And James watches happily as his best friend and husband talk animatedly on the phone about painting what he just heard Sirius call "the mural." He takes his time to be grateful for this moment and that his soon-to-be son will just be surrounded by so much love, that and he already is.

[bowandcurtsey]

Can I request just a fluffy headcanon of Nozel's normal day of being a dad of 5 kids, and the husband of a optimistic wife?? Btw, I love you se much!! Been here since the beginning and I am so proud of how far you are right now, I love you and thank your for everything!

YES YOU CANNNNNN

Oh hello Anony hehe (♡˙︶˙♡)

Yes to dad! domestic! Nozel. This is just so cute. Thinking of him having a big family warms my heart.

And what? here from the beginning? Thank you sm.. ily (｡T ω T｡) I'm so blessed for readers like you, I hope you're still here when I post this fic because thank you for waiting for such a long time ♡

I'll make this extra fluffy since it's the last request in my inbox hehe.

Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader ft. 5 kids

You have no idea how it happened and here you are, with your 5th newborn child. I mean, you always saw yourself having a child or children with Nozel but 5? you never imagined that.

But when the first one came, you both loved him so much, you decided to try for another, and then a third and truth to be told, 4th was kinda and accident and five was... a surprise.

But well, since your husband loved all of them dearly anyway and after the second one you both were already pretty used to everything anyway, so you wouldn't have it any other way.

Your husband never fails to amaze you every single day. How he could juggle all his works and duties AND be there for all of your kids and you, was beyond you.

After your third child was born, you retired as a magic knight and became a full time mother. Nozel was initially a little grumpy he couldn't get to see you at work anymore and a teeny tiny jealous about you being able to be with the kids ALL THE TIME.

but he knew it was for the best and he had 110% confidence in you bring your children up perfectly.

There are days where he doubted himself, wondering if he was enough as a husband and a father to all 5 kids.

Days where the kids start to go through their stages in life and disagree with and disobey their father, and he was really hurt deep down.

Thankfully he married an optimistic wife like you, being his personal cheerleader, confidant, advisor and best friend. Holding him when he needs you and just giving him the love and attention that he needed.

Sometimes you joke that you have 6 kids, Nozel was your first and big baby. hehe, he always acted like he was not, but low key he loved being your baby too.

You love watching your man on a day to day basis honestly. He woke up in wee hours of the morning, and he would get himself ready and then he would slowly wake the schooling kids up.

Slowly calling them, patting them, just being patient with them as they grumbled, cried and snooze until they finally got up.

The servants would help the kids get ready, but Nozel would always insist that they learn how to wash up and dress up themselves. Nozel and you would step in to help if they had any difficulty like buttoning their buttons or tying their laces.

The servants would help do their hair make them breakfast.

Nozel would make it a habit to eat breakfast with you and the kids. Then he would drop them all off at school and he would head to work.

He would also pick them up unless he had to work late or if he was out on a mission. Else Daddy Silva would always be there on his mercury eagle to pick all of them up.

Nozel would make sure that they cleaned up and have a fresh change of clothes before having dinner. And no this dad wouldn't allow the servants to pick up after his kids.

"Put your bag down in your room neatly and get changed." he would gently and sternly tell them.

Being the super smart royal he was, he would help his kids with homework but as they grew older, he would get a professional tutor to come help them.

He would also spend time with the other younger children that didn't have school and play with them for a bit after dinner.

Sometimes it would be doing colouring, or even playing some sports or games, or even a tea party. You were surprised that this royal would sit at the little table with his daughters, sipping "tea"

bedtime was just as chaotic as morning, because your energetic monkeys were harder to get into bed that to get them out of it.

Sometimes Nozel had to give them a little scolding before they would cooperate and behave. But well, daddy always had his way of handling his kids.

After the last child was tucked in, he finally had time to get a quick shower and finally hold and cuddle you, washing all of his stress away. You were like his charger, replenishing all the energy he needed.

Of course you always had to compliment what a good job he's done and that you were always thankful and grateful for him.

On days where he had to work late or had missions that he couldn't come home, he was so worried for you. Before he left he would sternly tell the kids to not give you any trouble, else they would get it from him when he was back.

He would also try to listen to his kids talk, whether it was about something non-sensical or really just something that wouldn't really matter, he would listen and give sincere advices and answers. He respected his children and wanted to be more involved in their childhood in whatever way he could.

During the rest and off days he had, he would always have some kind of plans for the kids. Going to swim, beach day, park day, theme park, museums, whatever you could think off. Every activity is a learning experience for his kids.

He wanted his children to have a memorable childhood partly because of the guilt he felt with Noelle.

And also because he knew that one day they would grow up and they would have their own lives and wouldn't be too keen on having a family day out anymore.

Of course once a month, a day would be reserved just for you only, he would put the kids with aunt Noelle, aunt Nebra and uncle Solid.

Sometimes they go to the Vermillion household or sometimes he would enroll the kids in summer camp. Well partly because he wants the kids to be strong and learn to be independent and another part because he knew you both needed a break.

Thinking about all the things he's doing in 24 hours makes you admire your husband greatly and you would always remember to tell him. Once in a blue moon, you would send all the kids away and just let him have a rest day and you'd treat him like he was king.

You have no regrets having a big family with this man but if anyone asks about child number 6.. you'd tell them you're good with this, although you know your man would not object.

[wayfayrr]

I finished my tattoo sleeve 🎉 took 3 sessions, and I almost fell asleep while my tattoo artist was doing my bicep, but I’m done ✨ But got me thinking, what’s your thoughts on Hylian vs Human customs when it comes to tattoos? And piercings too, cause thinking on that too, got a couple ear piercings, snake bites, septum, and a nose ring on both sides, love to know your thoughts on this <3

Also, while we’re on the subject, when it comes to pain, what do you think is the difference between Hylians and Humans? Like do you think humans can take more pain? Not sure if you’ve said much on this topic, but I love to hear any thoughts on these things <33

~🍀 anon

CONGRATS ON THE SLEEVE CLOVER!!!! I bet it looks fantastic and that the sessions were all worth it <3 (also your piercings sound super neat too <333)

but about the differing customs when it comes to tattoos? (are there any characters with tattoos now that I think about it?) I think hylians put a lot more meaning behind any tattoo. As in you are not allowed to be tattooed unless there is a good enough reason. Partly due to how hylia sees hyilans as pure and perfect so they shouldn't need to stain their skin like that (I should say I don't have anything against tattoos whatsoever and I'm trying to work up the courage to get one so none of that reflects my irl opinion) Whereas piercings seem to be a right of passage, with the links getting their ears peirced with their hoops when they come of age, it's not about self-expression as much as upholding traditions to hylians

humans on the otherhand? Self-expression all the way babyyyy, you already wear more colourful and patterned clothes than they do. humans make more of a celebration of the self rather than being more 'holy', it helps when you don't have a being like hylia keeping a constant watch for everyone to be held up to impossibly high standards. piercings are another part of self expression, there's no pressure to get them and there's also nothing stopping people who do want them I also think that human tattoos would be far more colourful than any hylian ones, with their's tending to be solely using black ink if there is any present. So I think any fun tattoos would surprise the chain a lot, even sky seeing as he grew up with a lot of hylian societal expectations on him, he's human yes - but he's ripped so far from his culture that I think he'd have a mourning period over what he could - should have had. Not that he doesn't like skyloft, it's just - what could have been.

as for pain tolerance! Thats another reason I came into the sky is a human headcanon, I think that hylians have a lot lower pain tolerance than humans, And if sky is human then this is actually supported by the game! almost every single link starts with three hearts - sky starts with six. it's not like any other hylians are going to be stumbling upon heart containers either I kinda like the idea that later heroes had to be given more potential heart containers to find just to be on par with sky for how much damage they CAN take let alone their pain tolerance. It's hard to make direct comparisons honestly but I think sky would be able to shake off a lot more than the others - say a broken arm perhaps. sure he'd be in pain but he can have it cast and then go around as normal till it's healed. or well, normal as you can with a broken arm yk? if say - time broke his arm it would probably mean bed rest for him until he's healed (although unlike sky he could set the bone and chug down a couple of potions to be done with it in a matter of hours)

[sanctus-ingenium]

answering your asks vol 3

Full context for the Inprnt issue can be found here on this post , tl;dr my shop is closed until I receive my payments from inprnt in a timely manner and essentially won't reopen unless they clean up their act. Regarding the money they owe me outlined in that post, I still have not received it and on Friday I sent a support ticket in to inprnt demanding they send it soon. Haven't heard back since. I think where Inprnt is concerned, it's worth mentioning that they no longer send promotional emails (which used to be a regular occurrence) and there seems to be a complete lack of communication and the only thing about the site that regularly updates is the sale banner (ending soon!!! 🙄)

So honestly I'm of the opinion that the print on demand bubble has burst and that this method of selling art was a very short-lived feature of an internet that doesn't exist anymore. Think about it - I make money on a sale after having spent nothing on promotion, on materials, on postage fees, etc. It's so easy to game the system using bots or stolen art to essentially print free money that I'm shocked it even lasted as long as it did. Maybe I'm wrong but I won't tie myself to another print on demand service that's just going to pull the same old shit redbubble and inprnt have done this year, or one that requires me to constantly promo it like some kind of influencer on instagram or tiktok or whatever.

Will prints come back? I hope so. I am looking into local printing shops and considering the feasibility of handling the process myself but you must understand that if I do that, the price will rise. I won't have the ability to run constant discounts or eat a loss if I order 20 prints and only 7 sell. It is what it is.

And the actual worldbuilding asks below the cut lol:

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Only if you want to! I've had a few people send me cool sketches and stuff via dms and it's always nice to see but you really shouldn't feel pressured to. After all it's not like I post my rough practice here lol (that goes on patreon ;)

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I'm going to be SO real with you right now - I did not consider that at all. However I do know that tinting flames with various chemical compounds was a huge part of alchemy, part of the whole flashy show of it to impress the layperson. So sure, I bet they do throw in copper sulfate or various other chemicals to produce the coloured flames - these make a huge impression on witnesses who might not even have imagined such a thing possible, and also help identify a holy beast at a distance on a battlefield choked with smoke and dive-bombing serpents.

Fun fact, the flames come from the furnace wells, right. Each well is connected to specific systems, where it can most efficiently deliver fuel to the heart and onwards. So it is possible to 'read' the pattern of flame bursts from the furnace slits - they are not constant, but there'll be one every few seconds based on when the furnace tenders excite each well. You can tell at a distance, for example, that Leun is readying an acid spray, or rerouting power to the rear legs for a leap, or even what direction he's turning. It all runs at a slight delay, which is why the crew inside has to be SO closely coordinated.

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@absolutely-flabbergasted Knights are allowed to reproduce but not marry, because it's sort of accepted theory that blood relatives of a knight will be 'accepted' by the knight's beast when the time comes. This is not true but it means that sometimes the knight's apprentices are their own children. The other parent is mostly another member of the church and usually not identified or considered important (unless they're a smith...). There are usually a decent number of known knight bastards running about.

Smiths are not allowed to have families or marry, because their first devotion should be to their art or their beast if they are assigned to one. If one tries, the kids are taken away, anonymised with new names, and put into the pool of potential novices in some other stable. Now, in reality some stables or churches are just not that strict and have a slightly different culture, so there's often an Open Secret about some master smith's illegitimate family or a priest's secret mistress. This is tolerated by the authorities to a certain degree but if it becomes too rampant there'll usually be a change of management and some sort of crackdown.

Families who give up their second born cannot stay in contact, but if the child becomes successful in some way (say, if the child becomes a knight) the families are sent tokens symbolising this which can be placed in the family/village shrine. This can be a huge point of pride, with some people faking the tokens just so that they can show off about their successful kids that are totally knight apprentices.

The reason they don't get to stay in touch with their children is due to the secretive nature of the church and its arts. The church has been at war with the neighbouring nations for a long time and only its mastery of engine work has kept it afloat, and nobody wants these secrets to fall into enemy hands. Particularly if your kid goes on to become a scribe, which is if anything an even more closely guarded profession than that of a knight (those engine diagrams don't draw themselves). The laity are usually quite devout and understanding of this. If they aren't, they might attempt to find their child, often without success.

If you want your church kid back: it depends. If you can prove to the church authorities that you need your child's labour to stay afloat or to carry on the family line, they might take that into consideration. Of course, the only children that return are the likes of sweepers, cleaners, altar boys, pages, etc. Nobody who might have witnessed any Secrets. The church is best understood as being in the middle of a cold war for the past few centuries (and sometimes just regular war) so it's far more closely guarded.

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@kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water

It's not likely. Even if the ventilation system worked perfectly, he is still from an older generation of holy beasts and no longer represents the pinnacle of the technology. Leun might have a less sophisticated ventilation system but everything else about him is head and shoulders more advanced - including the crew number he can take on. Leun only requires a single enginesmith in the heart, for example. This is because there's more automation of his systems, and he can actually manage to walk home from battle without anybody inside at all, just based on the knight's input (because the throne chamber is open to the air the knights are technically not inside the beasts). It's not preferable (it can damage the systems) but it is a huge bonus.

Think about how in the early days of commercial aviation, there could be as many as eight people working on the flight deck. In the 60s, a 3-person crew was standard; captain, first officer, and flight engineer. Today there are only two pilots needed. This is down to increased automation, and it means that it is cheaper to fly the plane - the airline has to hire fewer pilots, 'flight engineer' is a nonexistent role these days, and that means you need to train fewer people, have fewer people on call, feed fewer people etc etc. It is cheaper for the church to run Leun than it is to run Krokodilos and even though the church is wealthy, the money and resources are not infinite. Especially now, in times of plague. Leun, for all everybody sings his praises, is basically a reskinned Pantera with better systems - again, cutting costs, because now we can get all of Pantera's old enginesmiths to work on him instead of having to train up new ones on a brand new and wholly unique platform. It's as much a matter of logistics as it is innovation and technology.

[dreamerwitches]

Im miffed that Mabayu’s witch was never revealed but I knew she was going to have a second magia since a little while ago.

But i think the question is…. Who would it have been? The biggest answer is Itzli, and also Waplurgis because of her colours (but honestly its way looser…) but Im focusing on Itzli to start.

I think its a no. I honestly think Mabayu’s film theming was just a gimmick, a stunt to get people guessing. But when you look at other aspects of Itzli they just dont line up at all.

‘a magical girl who came from the end of the galaxy’ you could reeeaally stretch this to say the end of the galaxy is Mabayu’s loops but i really dont think this is right

‘she has shown herself here to forget about all the magical girls from this universe’ works in Mabayu’s favour. Shes sick of being stuck and forced into a bunch of magical girls business she honestly has nothing to do with but HAS to help because she literally has nothing else. But its the universe bit that doesnt work. It honestly makes me think of Ultimate Madoka more. She, of course, has seen magical girls across the universe. Mabayu has seen… five

Her labyrinth is absolutely a point for Mabayu, its a theatre damn it. But its very obvious so I neednt delve

One thing against Mabayu is that Itzli has a pretty clear clover theme. Its the kind that you’d imagine her magi having it as her soul gem or something. Its on her kiss, hairclip thing and Kyubey states she uses clovers all over the world to spy on others. Mabayu completely lacks this. Witch abilities always link to their magi, it wouldnt just pop out of nowhere. (Ophelia can multiply, oktavia has a sword, candeloro has ribbons, you get it)

Another thing in Mabayu’s favour is that Itzli is clearly linked to Homura. Homura is the first magical girl to meet her and Kyubey states that Itzli has grown strong because of Homura. Mabayu and Homura have a clear link in scene zero and she remembers Mabayu at the start of new loops. They do have a connection and yes, Mabayu did grow stronger as a magical girl because of Homura.

Its certainly tricky cause there are things for and against her… I have a terrible feeling they DO want her to be Itzli but are like ‘oh lets just retcon those things we confirmed before to make it work’ (unless Mabayu is an alien after all??? Eh, that could explain her mama’s abilities..? And maybe why she didnt want anyone to see her in the hospital cause the jig would be up? Now thats a theory..!) im still hung up on the clovers though. Came from a clover planet??

But one thing that has been rattling around in my head is this… Mabayu cant become a witch. Why? Because every time she dies, she just starts the loop over. She cant die so we’ll never see her witch. This could be a hundred percent wrong because i havent seen all of scene zero but its my hunch so far

Well what do you think? Im interested to see others thoughts

[peachypinkygloss]

can i request exes2lover with jin? where they both kind of hate each other but they both have to co-parenting their child (puppy).

congrats on the milestone💕💕💕

hey baby, yess, and thank you so much! 🤍

co-parenting

You still pretend you hate him, but he knows it's just an act.

pairing: ex bf!seokjin x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers

warnings: none other than reader's really bitter 😭, 500 words.

a.n.: i LOVE dachshunds, they're so cute and smoll 🥺

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

Sunday is the day when your ex comes to pick up Lua for the week. You could call it co-parenting, having to take care of your child every two weeks. Well, your dachshund, not an actual baby human.

It's already complicated to co-parent a dog, so imagine a human. That would be like hell because you have enough of seeing your ex once a week.

You'd have to see him way more often if the child in question went to school and had parent meetings where both you and Seokjin would have to be present. You can't even agree on what type of food Lua should eat or how many treats she has the right to have in a day, so no, co-parenting an actual child with this man wouldn't be great at all.

"Okay, so here's the leash," you hand Seokjin the pink object. "You know she refuses to go outside without the pink leash, so forget about yours," you say bitterly.

Since you bought the pink leash with a matching collar for Lua, she simply doesn't go out with another one. You don't know if she can actually recognize colours, but you definitely can't trick her.

You've tried before with Seokjin when you were still together and nothing worked. Literally. You don't know what's up with this leash, but Lua is obsessed with it.

You won't lie, this boosts your ego, knowing you've chosen it for her. You're kind of into a competition with your ex, trying to prove you're the parent she prefers. You both know there's nobody she likes more because Lua can't be separated from you two. It's like she counts the days until she gets to be with her mom or her dad.

"I assure you I succeeded with the extendable one. She didn't even notice," Seokjin says, taking the leash from you and crouching down to Lua, attaching it to her collar.

You roll your eyes, resting your hands on your hips. It's not like you don't believe him, you do, but it would mean you've lost this battle and you hate losing against him.

"Lua is always distracted by the other dogs when she goes to the dog park," you rationalize, trying to prove she still likes the pink leash. "She will notice if you go for a walk."

Seokjin stands back up and passes a hand through his hair, making you hate him even more. He knows he's hot, he knows you find him hot and he uses it against you. This is so unfair of him.

"I don't think she minds that much anymore," he states, glancing down at Lua who looks between the two of you, not knowing who to focus on. "Honestly, the only one who really cares is you." Seokjin glances back at you, a shit-eating grin forming on his face.

You look offended for a second, scoffing as you roll your eyes once again. How could he say that? You know your dog and she is a stubborn little dachshund.

How are you the one who's really stubborn...?

As you don't respond, lost in your thoughts, Seokjin changes subject. "Anyway, don't worry, mama, we'll have a lot of fun," he smiles at the dog like he's addressing her. "And a lot of treats, right, Lua?" He laughs, getting out of your apartment with Lua's bag in hand.

"What? No, Jin-" He's already out when you snap out of your thoughts, making you groan out in frustration.

But you can't help the little smile drawing on your face.

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[pluppsauthor]

OC Interview

Thanks to @themboty, @phoenixradiant, and @sunglasses-in-the-bentley for the tags! I'm not sure who to do this time around, we got a three part special this time. Anyway I will do... let me get a wheel Bene (Wounded Reflection), Akita, and David (both Hellfire)! (cw: swears)

Are you named after anyone?

"No. I asked my father what my name meant once. He shrugged and said it was a name. No deeper meaning." "No. Never heard of anyone with the same name as me." "Am I named after someone? ...I mean, it's a common name--not here, but just... generally. Can't really ask anyone so I don't know."

When was the last time you cried?

*deep sigh* "When my father died." "I don't know, and I don't really care. Why would I keep track of when I cry?" "Well, funny story, it was right after I almost died. When I was a given a second chance to live, I cried. But then I learned of the curse I had just taken on to be given such life. Then that joy turned to regret."

Do you have kids?

"No... although sometimes I wished I had chosen to start a family rather than fall into that pit of revenge." *Laughs* "How old do you think I am? At least you don't think I'm a kid." "Nah, not really interested in that stuff. Settling down ain't my style. I like travelling, I like doing things that having a family might... impede or make unavailable."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No." "I don't think I know what that means, so... maybe." "Haha, yeah."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Their aura. Not only can it inform me of their Frequency, should they posses one. But, it can gives a vague read on their strength and vitality. It's a good thing to know I think." "How easy it would be to pickpocket them. Also if I can outrun them." *sigh* "I'm not sure... I tend to assume the worst in people, so I guess I try to gauge if they have ill intentions."

What’s your eye colour?

"Brown." "I've only seen it in the reflections of broken shards of glass. It's dark, so maybe brown." "Grey. Although I SWEAR they look blue under the right light."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Movies? I'm not sure I've heard of that. So I guess a happy ending." "What? I don't care for stories." "Oh, that's a good one. I've been somewhere where they have a theatre. Not for plays, but for reels. Honestly, I don't think their too impressive, from an enjoyment perspective. But I do like scary stories, so I'll go with that."

Any special talents?

"Excluding my Frequency, no. However, due to the effects of my Frequency I am fairly resilient against the cold. More than the average person at least." "It isn't a special talent, but people underestimate me. A real talent is I can create energy from my hands. Not a single person has expected that, scares people off of me too." "Oh, where do I begin? I have a lot of tricks I know. Sleight of hand, misdirection, illusions, that sort of thing. I'm also very lucky, or at least that's what I say. In truth, I have a sort of sixth sense of certain things. It allows me to cheat at most games of chance. Don't tell anyone that, or else I'll probably be banned from every gambling bar I visit."

Where were you born?

"Shadecross. It's a... connecting town. Brings in a lot of trade. Try not to go there much, brings back bad memories." "Redwick. Awful place. Nobody cares for you there, they beat the downcast and feed off misery." "Leeside. Shithole of a place, I'll be honest. Not worth going back."

Do you have any pets?

"No. Vesa has a cat and I was with her for some time. But I'm not any more, and I still wouldn't consider that my pet." "No, it's another mouth to feed. It's already enough to feed myself, why would I take on another creature to care for?" "No, but I kind of want one! I think I travel too much, though. Plus, it's kind of hard to find the time to care for an animal, at least for me."

What sort of sports do you play?

"I'm not the biggest fan of sports. Me, my brother, and Ollie used to play outside a lot as kids, but not really sports." "None." "I know I said Leeside's a shithole--and it is!--but the people there are great. The kids I grew up used to play a bunch of games and sports. I think all of the names were made up so I don't know what they were."

How tall are you?

"178 centimetres." "Are you making fun of me? You better not be... *sigh* ...anyway, I don't know exact numbers. a little bit under 170 centimetres I think. Maybe 167, I don't remember." "Uh, I think it was... 180?? Centimetres, of course."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"My father taught me everything, Shadecross still doesn't have a school." *chuckles* "Are you assuming I went to school? I wouldn't be scrounging for scraps if I did." "Leeside didn't have one, a school that is. But now I'm doing a lot of learning and stuff myself. I think one thing I've enjoyed to some extent was learning a language so, whatever that field is called."

What is your dream job?

"I don't have one. I think I'd either like to keep doing what I'm doing or retire and only do what I have to. I'm not one for professions like learning a craft." "Not being homeless, I know that's not a job. I survive for myself I don't care for anything like money, it only serves as a way to get what I need." "Honestly, I don't have one. I'd rather make my money gambling then work a day in my life."

Missed doing these, I want to do more about the Hellfire cast. I love those funny little gremlins so much. Anyway, onto tags!

Gently tagging (np) @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @kbwritesstuff, @illarian-rambling, @theeccentricraven, @tildeathiwillwrite, and open tag for anyone that wants to hop in! ❤

[covenofwives]

Close Call

GeorgeHD and Sapnap4K are terrible at hiding their relationship. Well can you blame them? They're both so cute! But during one of their terrible attempts of hiding their relationship they're on the verge of being caught.

I asked, and the people responded. The 4D love is honestly so amazing. Literally half a year ago I was terrified of showing this ship and I got people loving it as much, if not more, than me. I am blessed.

Pls enjoy~

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GeorgeHD gave off the appearance of an aloof, cold God, but Sapnap4K knew just the right way to work them into an affectionate mood. The Overworld God could be in the grumpiest, snappiest mood, and 4K knew every right word to say. Knew every spot to kiss. Knew exactly how to melt that icy exterior and turn him into a little love bug. 4K could have HD purring in his hands in hours.

Today, 4K was feeling extra affectionate, and maybe a bit cheeky. He sought HD out while the starry haired God was in the Overworld. He was still finding his footing again on the Overworld, taking time to visit every biome and travel the world. But today he was rather close to the SMP. 4K found him while he was in the middle of a wide meadow. It was just starting to bloom with spring flowers, glowing in the moonlight of the late night.

HD was bathed in a beautiful silver glow, and his smile towards 4K was the most heavenly thing the Nether God had ever seen. He was thanking every act of fate that brought the two Gods together and couldn’t help showering the Overworld God in little kisses.

“You idiot-Stop!” HD pushed at 4K’s chin, but laughed and smiled all the while. “The others are nearby. They’re gathering flowers to grow in the field.”

“They’re not here now.” 4K purred, but he kept his distance. His hands were still around HD’s waist; not entirely wrapped around the other God but keeping tauntingly close. He could feel HD fight himself from falling into those arms. “We can’t have fun?”

HD gave a low whine. 4K watched him swallow back whatever he was going to say, and he gave a glance out towards the field before turning back to 4K, and wrapping his arms around the Nether God’s neck.

“Fine…”

While they were dumb and in love, they were smart enough to keep themselves out of sight. The two moved off the middle of the meadow to a little dip in the grassland hills. It was shadowed over by a few hanging trees, keeping them perfectly in cover. If anyone just glanced by, they couldn’t see them in the leafy shadows.

“What’s got you in this affectionate mood?” HD asked as he lay back over the hill. He’d already been showered with kisses on the way to their shadowed spot. And even now 4K was still peppering kisses down HD’s cheeks, kissing the coloured stripes swirling a soft red.

“I can’t show love to my wonderful amazing partner?” 4K purred against HD’s neck. “You deserve to be kissed every waking moment of your day.”

“I think that would be problematic for both of us.” HD chuckled. “You’d hardly get any work done, and I think I’d be hard for me to work too.”

“Nah.” 4K shook his head. “Who needs work. Kisses. Now.”

He was demanding and sounded like a child, but he didn’t care. Especially not when HD affectionately scoffed and pulled him down into another kiss.

4K knew easily how to unwind his love. As they kissed his arms circled around HD’s back. His fingers pressed into HD’s spine, rubbing soothing circles against the base of it. His other hand traced up to the back of HD’s ribs, tracing over each bone so gently. It tickled. He could feel the giggles bubbling against his lips but it wasn’t enough to work HD into hysterics or stop the kisses.

HD went from tension to a puddle in seconds. He melted further down the dip in the hill, followed slowly by 4K laying over him

4K purred, pulling back and giving kisses down the Overworld God’s neck.

“Your stubble tickles.” HD gigged, half shrugging his shoulder to push 4K out of his neck, though it wasn’t a forceful push at all. “You need to shave.”

“Absolutely not! Not for anything in the world!” 4K pressed in another kiss. “It’s a perfect tickle tool for you. You love it really.”

“I do not!” HD gasped, mockingly offended while also trying to hide his giggling.

“Oh yeah? It’s not you who pets my chin ever morning? And rubs up against my stubble like a cat?”

HD’s face turned red. His mouth hung open in shock before quickly closing shut. “You!” He spoke it like an accusation, and despite his mouth opening again, it seemed he couldn’t find the words.

“Didn’t think I was awake did you?” 4K grinned.

“You!” HD repeated and smacked 4K’s shoulder. “You sneak!”

The two fell into giggles, 4K pressing kisses against HD’s cheek and HD still smacking at his shoulder. They were absolutely in love, and bliss. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Where did HD go?”

The two suddenly froze, eyes on one another before a second voice spoke.

“He was right here, wasn’t he?”

It had been George who spoke first. Then Sapnap. Two more voices joined in not long after. DreamXD and Dream.

“Maybe he’s still out looking for flowers.”

“What was he going to get again? Peonies or lilacs?”

4K went to open his mouth, but it was suddenly pushed closed. A white ethereal hand appeared and covered over his mouth before a word could even escape him. Before he could even think of what to say.

He was pulled down against HD again, this time to his chest while the Overworld God hissed, “Shush!” in the quietest whisper he could muster.

4K mumbled against the hand that he was going to be quiet, but HD hissed “shush” again and another helper hand appeared, pushing down 4K’s hair as though keeping him pressed down and unseen.

The group of DreamXD, Dream, George and Sapnap mumbled between themselves again.

“He just makes us get the flowers then bails?” Sapnap huffed.

“He didn’t bail!” George quickly defended. “He’ll be around. Or he’s not done collecting some flowers.”

“He is though.” Dream pointed out. “His flowers are right here. Look.”

4K remembered the flowers at HD’s side when he’d come up to him. That must be the ones the group saw now. He heard HD curse under his breath above him and gave a quick look up. HD’s attention was looking at the top of the ridge, as if he could spy on the group looking for him. His breathing was calm but it was slow and controlled. He was so focused.

So distracted.

4K grinned behind the hand on his mouth, hoping HD couldn’t feel it. He seemed to be fine because HD hadn’t switched his focus, and he didn’t even move when 4K’s hand lowered from his back down to his side.

At the first press in 4K could see the electricity coursing through HD’s side and finally hitting their brain. By the time they looked down, 4K’s fingers were kneading into the tender side and HD opened his mouth, probably to tell 4K to knock it off, but instead what came out what a high giggling yelp.

“You-!” HD managed to squeak out before clamping his mouth shut, realising he couldn’t be quiet enough.

Better keep quiet. 4K would have taunted if the hand on his mouth hadn’t tightened. Now there was another white hand that shot to his wrists and and another pushed against his head. Like that’s going to help you.

HD snorted when 4K pushed in at the centre of his side. He pushed in again, making the Overworld God jump and give a small yelp. Even 4K didn’t think he could push HD enough to make noise, and half regretted it when he heard George speak.

“What was that?”

The tickling stopped as 4K stilled his hand, but another helper hand appeared and covered over HD’s mouth too. HD’s actual hands had flew down to 4K’s wrists, holding them so tightly he was sure to leave marks.

“What?” Dream had asked.

“That noise. I heard something.”

“I did too.” XD had agreed.

The two kept silent for a while as they heard the group shuffle, though the footsteps never came close to where the were. Even knowing the risk of being caught was so close a dangerous thrill ran up 4K’s spine. He couldn’t let an opportunity like this go to waste.

He moved his hand so carefully up to HD’s ribs. HD gave a small whine behind the helper hand and shook his head, but he never actually stopped 4K moving. His hands around the Nether God’s wrists never pulled so 4K was free to position his claws against those ribs, and scratch ever so lightly.

HD’s legs kicked and dug into the ground, making just a bit more noise which of course caught attention again.

“I heard it again!” George announced. “What is it?”

“There… Look it’s probably those zombies stuck in those leaves over there.”

Sapnap spoke this time. He must have been pointing to the zombies -  which were nowhere near 4K and HD as far as 4K could see - as the group went quiet, and 4K continued giving HD’s ribs tiny scritches.

HD laughed into the ethereal hand by his lips. It muffled it enough from the group and made the cutest sound that 4K couldn’t help bit tickle more. Vibrating his fingers back and forth on the ribs.

Yes it was very risky, but 4K was confident he could explain it away if the two were found. He tickled people all the time, HD included in that, he could spin it as just two God’s messing about with tickles, and not that they were stealing a moment alone to be in love.

“What was that flower HD said he wanted here but couldn’t be sure it would grow?” Sapnap asked. There was a collective hum from the group before XD answered.

“Blue orchids?”

“Yeah!” Sapnap said. “What if he went to get some? There’s a swamp biome just over that hill.”

The swamp biome was just a bit off over the hill and on the opposite side of where 4K and HD was. 4K almost wanted to jump out and thank Sapnap right at that moment, which would completely defeat the purpose of his hiding.

Instead, in celebration, 4K raised his hands up to drill his thumbs into HD’s armpits. He made the cutest squeak behind his helper hand, sinking down the ridge further and kicking his legs to the ground. The reaction was too cute 4K had to do it again and again, just to see the blush on HD’s cheeks turn redder and his legs kick more and more.

“You want to see if he’s at the swamp? Why not just wait for him here?” George asked, giving that little reminder to 4K that they weren’t alone.

“We can get more flowers on the way!” Sapnap reasoned. “And what if he wants to bring more back? Let’s go!”

There was a huff, probably from George, but after the sound of minor shuffling and footsteps, the group sounded further and further away until eventually they were gone, leaving 4K and HD completely alone again.

The hand around 4K’s mouth disappeared the same time HD’s did. 4K laughed while HD hissed.

“You idiot! We were nearly ca-AHAH! AHHAHAHAHA! NOohohohohooOOO!” S-Stohohohop!”

HD was cut off as 4K’s hands went lower again, and dug right into his sensitive sides. They squeezed and skittered around his hips somewhat before returning back up to his ribs.

“You should have been more quiet, starlight~” 4K teased. The built up energy of almost being caught let out in a giddy feralness 4K hardly let himself feel anymore. It was good to feel it. It was good to feel it about tickling of all things.

“I can’t be quiehehet with yohohohou tihihihickling mehehehe!” HD gasped between his laughter. “S-Stohohohop!”

“If you really didn’t want to be tickled you could have stopped me.” 4K grinned. “Your little helper hands could have pulled me away, or held me down so easily, but instead you just had them cover out mouths. You wanted your tickles! You were excited about being caught too!”

4K tickled up to HD’s armpits, scratching into the hollows before suddenly his hands were grabbed and pulled back. He panickly looked to his wrists, thinking they were somehow caught by the group, but he was actually being held back by two helper hands. Two hands around his wrist and one pushed into his chest, pushing him back to lay down.

HD collected his breath, before glaring to 4K. The Nether God couldn’t help but give a nervous smile. “Ehehe…HeheDehe…” He giggled.

“I could have held you down easily, huh?” HD practically purred. “Maybe I should test that out.”

A shiver ran up 4K’s spine while HD moved up to straddle over his waist. “HeheDehe, I-I was juhust kiddihihing…”

“No no you’re right. I do have the power to hold you down.” He placed his hands over 4K’s side, which 4K already gave a squeak to even though it hadn’t tickled. “I should do it more often actually. It will teach you not to be such a menace.”

4K opened his mouth for some other defence, but he just started laughing. Loud howls of laughter as HD began tickling up and down his sides and ribs. His arms were stretched up over his head by the helper hands, which he could not for the life of him break out of, and his armpits were attacked by two more of the helper hands digging into his pits, drilling thumbs into the middle and scratching all up and down.

He was poked, prodded, scratched and scritched at until he was begging for mercy through breathless laughs and tears running down his cheeks. The tickling stopped with a soft kiss pressed against his lips but before he could kiss back HD was off him, and out of their secret spot.

4K heard the group return not long later while he was still catching his breath. He heard HD give an excuse but he couldn’t really focus on it. Instead he quiet made a portal for himself and slipped away, landing on his bed back at his bastion.

While he recovered from the ghostly tickles still running though him, 4K made a mental note he had to almost get caught with HD more often. The punishment was well worth it.

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

5. The First Draft: Just Write.

Finally—the notorious writing!

There’s no right or wrong way to write. I know there are countless guides on writing and outlining and whatnot and they absolutely do have merit, but since you’re just starting: just write. 

At this point, you’ve already done most of the things a more seasoned writer does more consciously: you developed your idea, you have your plot, and you more or less know where you’re going. That’s all you need, so let’s start writing. Honestly, don’t be shy—open a new document and write down what comes to your mind. You can worry about style and expertise later. For now, you just want to put your ideas into proper words and sentences and bring your plot together. You can start from the beginning and work your way down to the end, but nothing’s keeping you from starting wherever you like. Maybe you want to write that one scene you can visualise so clearly first, or start with the very last sentence of your fic. You can put all the pieces together later. Again: Do whatever works best for you! 

As you write you’ll run into issues. A scene might not quite work out or requires some more prelude. A sentence might sound weird. You might realise that your plot has holes. Don’t hang yourself up on these things—you can always solve those problems later. And then you’ll run into more issues, but you’ll solve those, too. Don’t worry about anything but writing for now—I’m actually proposing you be a little mindless here! In your first draft, you’re usually just dumping everything you have, so, naturally you’ll think it’s the Worst Thing That’s Ever Been Written, but it’s not. You made something from nothing and you will make that something into a Good Thing: a finished draft, a great story. The real magic happens when you revise your draft, sometimes over and over again. 

“But what if the words won’t come, Emi? And what if you’re wrong and I break every writing rule in existence?” You ask. 

I say: Fuck the rules. Fuck around and find out! Nobody’s gonna send you to writing prison (though, there might be some people who DO think they’re the writing police. But fuck them, too, honestly. Of course, there’s a huge difference between constructive criticism and policing you!).  

Maybe you’ve heard of the phrase “It was a dark and stormy night.”? It’s part of the opening line of a 19th-century novel, and people love to talk shit about it. This phrase is generally known to be a synonym for “bad writing” (especially bad fanfic writing, these days); it’s “too much tell, no show”—but we don’t care about that. “It was a dark and stormy night.” is a great phrase. You want to make words? Well, then give me words. Tell me everything. Tell me what colour the curtains were, and tell me exactly how that tree looked and how that character felt when they got incinerated by the “full, concentrated power of the sun”. The night was dark and stormy, you say? Cool. What else was it? What night are we talking about? Who was there? What did they do? Were they alright once morning came? 

If you don’t want to tell me, tell yourself, then….and oh, look at that! You filled another page with beautiful words. It doesn’t even matter if you don’t end up using all those words in your final draft (you won’t), but it matters that you wrote and got a feeling for them. It also matters that you can explain to me or—even better yet—yourself why those words were necessary, while others were not. That’s how you go from just writing to finding your style, what you like and what you don’t like. You’re the first reader of your story and it’s only natural to be your own worst critic but don’t let it get to your head. Writing is all about figuring things out—so keep asking your questions!

Now that you got down to writing, your questions will change. While you started out asking your ideas “What happens next and why?”, you’ll now ask yourself “Does this line sound good? Wait…does it even make sense? Oh, what if I found a different word for this?”—and that’s exactly where you want to be. See? You’re doing just fine!

Next: Art or Garbage?

Masterlist

[fridamoss]

IS THIS LOVE (THAT I'M FEELIN'?) | BOB FLOYD X LOOT (PART 2)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob & Loot go on their first date.

Warnings: Smigde of weight issues mentioned. Flufffffffffffff

Word count: 1,603

‘Let me just check…you’re a nervous driver but you’re cool with going transonic in the F18?’ Loot regarded Bob with disbelief.

‘Well, in my head it makes sense. The other planes are further away, no chance of taking off your wing mirror.’ Bob expressed himself with his hands, this was the first time you’d seen him speak so much. He smiled his crooked smile a lot, looking off to the side with a grin each time you challenged him on something.

‘Whatever you say, Bob. Not that any of them could just shear your aircraft in half with little effort and leave you to fall out of the sky…’

Bob scoffed, ’that could happen to you once in your life, how many times you had a fender bender?’

You shook your head, ‘I’m a great driver, actually. I’ve never hit any one and fell out of the sky…’

‘Ok ok, fine.’ Bob raised his hands, his cheeks were hurting, he’d never met anyone who could make him smile as much as you. He’d thought about trying to secure a second date, but you’d only been on the first for two hours.

Usually that’s how long the dates lasted before they realised he was too shy, too awkward, too quiet.

The waitress came by to squeeze more plates onto your already cramped table. Tapas is always a good idea, you thought sharing some food would be a way to open him up a little. Bob would steal glances at you when you stuffed something into your mouth, you’d always had a good appetite.

‘My mother used to joke that when I wasn’t eating, I was thinking about food.’

‘Food is awesome.’ Bob pressed his lips together on hearing himself. ‘If you got nothing important to say, say nothing.’ Is what his father would tell him.

‘Too right food is awesome.’ One of the parma rolls was lodged in your cheek as your face lit up from a smile. ‘When I joined the navy I had to get into serious shape,’ waving a hand to let Bob know he didn’t need to picture you several years ago. ‘Body composition never mattered to me but it seemed to matter to every one else.’

‘I think you look perfect.’ Bob blurted out, spearing some potato onto his fork.

His eyes were looking everywhere but at you, he’d embarrassed himself again. Every time he had that look, you wanted to reach across and grab his chin and kiss him right on the mouth.

Maybe later, you didn’t want to scare the man away.

Plates empty and virgin cocktail glasses drained, Bob felt a nagging feeling in his tummy, he didn’t want the date to end. Luckily, he’d chosen a restaurant which was a bit away from your apartment, so at least there would be the drive home.

‘Hey, um, do you maybe wanna,’ Bob was scratching the back of his neck nervously. ‘I’d like to go on another date with you.’ The strong voice was coming back. Tell her what you want, it said.

‘If we do,’ you started, Bob felt himself deflate a little, maybe you didn’t want to see him again.

‘There are a couple of rules. Number one, no group dates, I want you all to myself and no trips to the movie theatre, I pretty much want to actually see you the whole time.’

‘Deal,’ Bob almost yelled, the tips of his ears turning as pink as the sunset they were watching.

You had your feet dug into the soft sand, arms wrapped around your knees.

‘Maybe we can hire a boat.’

‘I’d like that,’ he nodded, honestly he would agree to almost anything as long as he could spend more time with you.

‘A row boat, specifically.’

‘Why specifically?’ Bob mirrored your sitting position, his cream coloured vans almost indistinct from the sand.

‘So not that I’m a creep or anything but I’d really like to see you sweat. Put you through your paces, ya know?’

Bob threw you a look, ‘no one has ever really flirted with me the way you do. It’s nice,’ he added softly.

You leaned in to bump his shoulder, wondering what he’d look like without his shirt and his dark green sensible jacket.

‘But for real, I just like boats. I originally thought of joining the navy to go to the submarine division. Then I realised I don’t like the confinement, the thought of being stuck somewhere kinda brought up old feelings.’

‘Old feelings?’ Bob urged.

‘This sounds stupid but I grew up cut off from a lot of things, like a cult situation.’

Bob raised his eyebrows in surprise, of all the people he’d met, you’d seemed the most care free, world wise and interesting. ‘I don’t wanna seem dismissive but I find that hard to believe.’

You shrugged, ‘that was part of the reason why I choose this life. Far, far away from the old one. I still want the structure but oddly enough, the navy gives me more freedom than I’d had before.’

‘I get that. My dad was navy, so I was expected to join but honestly, I love it.’

‘No matter where you come from, you end up right where you need to be.’

Bob turned to look at you, your eyes were glazed over a little, looking back at him.

Now is the time to kiss her, confident Bob suggested.

Leaning in, his lips found yours. Softly at first, just a lingering kiss before he felt your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer.

His glasses shifted and he moved away, looking down at your lips, still puckered, opening a little.

‘You’re real nice.’ His brain was beginning to misfire, he wanted to put his hands on you but he didn’t know how to ask.

‘Bob,’ you whispered, ‘stop thinking and kiss me.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

After a moment of sweet kisses, Bob gingerly placed a hand at the back of your head, rubbing this thumb softly against the lobe of your ear.

Hearing your satisfied sigh, he chanced touching your waist with his free hand.

Bob

A delicate whimper of his name spurred him on, kisses becoming greedier, harder.

Pushing you onto your back in the sand, he hovered over you, eyes meeting yours as he pulled away, silently giving him consent to continue.

Boldly, the hand that was sitting at your waist began exploring, the backs of his fingers running along the bare skin above your waistband.

If he had shoved his hands down into your panties right then and there you would not have protested. But he was a goddamn gentleman.

The breeze was kicking up, when you opened your eyes you could see it ruffling his sandy blonde hair. You ran your fingertips across the wild strands, Bob’s eyes were searching your face.

Were the kisses over? He really hoped they weren’t.

He was reaching under your shirt, how very daring of him. You could see the desire to continue etched in his expression.

You lifted your head so your lips met his in a chaste kiss. There was that crooked smile again. You loved it. You already loved it.

‘Can I bring you out in a row boat soon?’ Noses touching, fingers sliding up over your ribcage, goosebumps in their wake. You rolled your hips to meet his, feeling him for the first time. Just a quick check, he was growing against you. He cursed under his breath.

‘Will we get the boat now?’ He nipped at your neck, trailing kisses to your collarbone.

His hair was thoroughly mussed from your enthusiasm, he let out a long breath as your nails scratched his scalp.

You giggled in response, this was the perfect evening. Sunset on a beach, with Bob laying on top of you, kissing as much of you as he could.

‘Ok, ok,’ he said finally, pushing himself up onto his knees. ‘I don’t want to get caught canoodling on the beach with a fellow lieutenant, we can’t get into trouble yet.’

‘Canoodling? What decade are you from Floyd? And what do you mean “yet”? I thought you were as far from a trouble maker as I could get.’

Bob ran his hand along your stomach, settling back on his heels. ‘I might surprise you.’

‘You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?’

No, he really didn’t. He blushed and lowered his head, grinning shyly back at you.

‘Come on, I’ll drive you home.’ You stood and held out your hand for him as he dragged himself up and brushed off the sand from his legs.

‘I had a really nice time.’ You were leaning against your car, Bob had his hands on either side of you, kissing you slow, saying some really sweet things when you broke for air.

‘Next time I see you, I’ll be expecting a kiss.’

‘At work?’ Bob squinted, wondering how much trouble he’d be in if he grabbed you for a passionate kiss on the tarmac.

‘Maybe not at work, let’s try keep it professional, kay?’

Bob nodded in agreement while he kissed you. After what seemed like one thousand kisses, he walked up to his door and turned to wave you off. Touching his lips, where yours had been, your lips.

He didn’t remember kissing anyone else that way in his whole life.

He fell onto the couch, kicking off his sandy shoes on the rug. Fanboy turned to greet his roommate, barking a laugh when he saw the lovesick look on his face.

‘Dude, what the hell happened to your hair!’

Part 3

[pico-digital-studios]

My thoughts about JD 2018

Yes, I'm aware that I'm running a risk of being hounded by fans who think JD 2018 is borderline irredeemable as a game, but... I honestly can't help but feel bad for the reception it ultimately got. Sure, the game wasn't at all the best, but there's still some good points I can see out of it from the gameplay footage I've seen, alongside me playing some of that game's songs on Just Dance+.

For starters, I wouldn't call every choreography the worst in that game. I genuinely had fun dancing along to songs like "In the Hall of the Pixel King", "Another One Bites the Dust" and "Sugar Dance", and some of the other choreographies on the game look like they'd be fun for me to perform. However, I wouldn't call all of them very good, either. Simply put, you're not gonna be catching me dancing to "Make It Jingle", no way. "Beep Beep I'm A Sheep", maybe, but I'll at least keep my hands off my bedroom floor for that one.

Now, as for the song selection itself. I was pretty numb to some of the big pop ones on there for a bit, but watching gameplay footage and trying the routines on Just Dance+ helped me have some renewed appreciation for what we had back then. Though I'm not as big a fan of some of the songs on that song list, there are still a good majority on there I've enjoyed getting to listen to, especially with the choreography visuals.

Onto the menu presentation. Yes, it was pretty simplistic, but it definitely had substance to it, especially with how the colours in the Just Dance mode's menu changed depending on what song you had selected. And boy, those holiday themes looked like a joy to experience on the menu! The basic good stuff of Easter, Halloween and Christmas without disrupting the core essence of that menu. Makes me wish the other games after then had such a feature to use.

As for the extra modes themselves. I can pretty much agree with a lot of the criticism directed towards Kids Mode, and if I was manning that, I'd take an approach that Just Dance Kids 2014 did, incorporating nice songs for the little ones alongside some good pop songs for the older kids. Even though Dance Lab isn't as good as Just Dance Machine, what with its routines bundled into preset groups of 5, I'll be alright getting started with that before taking on its Shake Lab mode.

But the idea that truly stood out to me, and why I'm aiming to get the game for my Switch as an extra side-thing in case I can't access the Just Dance service? The Double Rumble songs, which allow use of both Joy-Cons in a set of five different original songs. Ubisoft could've gone well with the Switch versions by incorporating that into some of their actual song lists, but sadly, it got dropped the following year and hasn't been seen again since.

Honestly, as much as I like the newer menu layouts introduced in 2019 onwards, what with you being able to preview songs before dancing to them, I miss remembering the feeling of trying to dive right in and see if the choreographics picked my fancy or not, like I did with the Wii versions of 2014 to 2016. And I'm not too big a fan of the bland white background seen in 2019 to 2022. Feels devoid of any substance compared to what 2018 had going for it.

If I decided to help develop a Just Dance offline game in the future, I'd definitely take cues from 2018 for the interface design choices, and I'd include the option of having either thumbnails or song previews available for when a song is selected, and this can be toggled whenever. Sets of songs (like those from past games) would have the category system that 2016 to 2018 had utilised so that it's easy to flip through them, alongside having the Search function available at all times if you're trying to find a specific song from the selection.

Though 2018 was more limited in other modes compared to the previous year, at least its Switch port can be considered playable (and at least 2018 Switch didn't ditch two popular songs like 2017 did for its port, or sent said versions to Unlimited for no reason). I'm honestly sour about 2019 outright ditching all the alternate modes aside from the Kids Mode, much to people's distaste to it barely changing its acts (and including some kid-unfriendly songs through Unlimited (especially looking at you, "Who Let The Dogs Out?" and "Copacabana")).

So, as my final verdict, I can see 2018 as a fun game for me to play on occasion, though I do admit that it needs some improvements (like a fixed song list and such) to better stand out. The visuals are pretty up to snuff, and should Ubisoft revisit that old menu style again, it'd definitely be a plus with the odd tweak. That, and not locking most of the songs behind playing a couple again.

[minthe-lover]

Chapter 223 analysis

So another chapter that I have a lot of mixed feelings for, I do like a bit of the banter between hades and persephone.. and hades protecting persephone was alright. Plus I always welcome plot that isn't related to HxP... because it tends to be alot more interesting.

Also there is a huge problem with just... really fail to make the faces look serious. Maybe it's just me but... their faces just look more goofy then either angry or seductive. Rs is really good at drawing neutral faces, along with over the stop goofy faces but serious emotions just aren't done well.

Now one thing that I do decently like about this chapter is how hades stepped up and was an actually decent partner to Persephone. Though it sort of icks me how like.... his first reactions is to be angry instead of like.. checking in on persephone but eh I don't really mind this scene.

Now another thing that I really don't mind is the whole Ares plot... Though as stated before is how most of the plot of the side characters basically every single one if more interesting then the hades and persephone plot. Even the solo plots of persephone and hades are far more interesting then them together.

though I have to say that the scene with ares and hades falls apart in seriousness with just how wack the male body proportions are.. like I'm decently used to wacky large boobs from anime but just... they looks so bad I can't help but laugh.

Now lets talk about Persephone trauma! So I do like how rs shows Persephone thinking about her assault, it's distorted and fuzzy but still burned into her brain. It honestly sort of resonates with my own viewing of my sexual trauma... my problem is how persephone just... isn't effected by her trauma.

Ares turning up was supposed to be a triggering event.. but persephone doesn't have a panic attack or even that big reaction. At most she just looks a bit shaken which fine being triggered isn't an always a huge big reactions but persephone doesn't react. She just walks around... looking a bit bored, and with a bit of internal dialog where she has a tiny bit of selfdoubt before just... saying "nah It's good to let people help me".. and just moving on.

She doesn't even look a bit shaken.. or even just looks a bit frozen from her trauma being brought up. When first reading it I held out hope that hey.. maybe yes it's a small reaction to her trauma right now but later when hades and persephone try to fuck she'll be triggered again and they'll just end up cuddling or something.

But nope! they have some banter.. then watch a movie and fuck.. with barely a discussion about how Persephone was just triggered because of her SEXUAL TRAUMA.... It's a big reason why I hate how rs deals with this.. because Persephone isn't effected by it.. it's another drama thing to throw in every now and then but doesn't actually have lasting effects that would disappear the moment rs needs to have romantic moments with hades.

It sucks and undercuts the how deal with the trauma, rs can do some great visual story telling with how someone remembers and views trauma.. but can't do the follow through to the characters reactions and actions. The trauma being brought up in this episode just feels like rs trying to remember that it happened.

Also like persephone eye is gonna get poked out with hades wacky nose that just... it covers half her face. How can I take this seriously.. these colour coded hetero-normative designs are really ruining any serious moments that rs tries.

Now last thing I'm going to talk about is persephone very inconsistent stretch marks and cellulite. They are extremely faint and this is the first time I remember seeing them in awhile... which like persephone is constantly wearing booty shorts and tank tops. She seems to only have stretch marks on her ass and legs.. none on her arms or even like on her boobs. She has some extremely large boobs that are always almost shown, and they are perfectly round and smooth at all times with no stretch marks.

Now I only remember this panel for having her streatch marks which again their very faint aren't that big nor do we really see them again whenever she puts on like booty shorts. We really only seem them when she's in her underwear or naked. now I thought that maybe I just missed the other shots with the stretch marks... so I looked it up and found a few post of fans praises rs showing the stretch marks... lets look at those panels.

These are two shots that should have persephone stretch marks VERY prominently since their is nothing that should be covering them.. and like... they are the lightest smallist lines. If this is body positivity why aren't they actually being shown actually proudly. It feels more like something that rs wants points for but is to ashamed to actually include in her art.

That's not even talking about the amount of panels that should very clearly show at least a bit of her stretch marks but just don't.

Lore olympus can't even get stretch marks done decently... it isn't body positivity it's Rs wanting points without them effecting her "beautiful" main character