#hope it's coherent hahahaha

[bananakarenina]

11 and Rulie?

sometimes goodbye is a second chance is piney rulie (obviously; do i write any other kind?)--an alive!au wherein reggie has been in love with julie since they were kids, through her crush on nick and her thing with luke (and that one time they didn't know it but both had a crush on kayla at the same time)

and he's like, these feelings are holding me back. i'm stuck, literally and figuratively, and i've gotta get out of this town for awhile.

nothing's keeping me here, he says, and julie feels something angry flare inside her.

she can't figure out why she's so upset. she can't figure out why she's so mad; she tries to pin it on being offended on sunset curve's behalf, but not even luke is as upset as she is.

flynn can't even, so alex steps in.

"julie," he says gently. "julie, he needs this, and we understand that. we'll be here if he needs us. the music will be waiting for him if he decides to come back. the thing he's not sure about is you."

oh. oh.

and she runs. she runs and runs and runs and she's out of breath when she gets to the bus station, and she can't find him--there are so many terminals; where did he say he was going?

she can't help it. she sits down on a bench next to the 515A headed to santa fe, and she cries, because she was so blind and she missed her chance and--

"julie? what are you doing here?"

and his eyes in the setting sun look like second chances.

[clemencetaught]

a heart to heart with best gremlin child ( @mythvoiced from here )

It’s always the victors from the rebel districts who take it the hardest.

Oh yes, Patrick might be considered part of Snow’s council and among the victors, the inner circle most favored by the Capitol, but saying he’s ignorant is like saying Devora has lost her edge.

It helps, on hand, knowing someone who wades shamelessly amongst the rebel circles. Whether he wanted to or not is a very different story mind you- it still amazes Patrick to this day, Hyuk insisting that they keep their bond despite opposing philosophies. It also helps living in one of the strongest hubs for anti-Capitol sentiments. Sure, the districts have been at the mercy of the Capitol for more than half a century, but just as time can weaken sentiments, it can easily strengthen the very same ones. Even if the original holders of such resentments have gone to the grave, does not mean the anger follows.

Their descendants will carry it, cradle it alongside their own. 

It’s no wonder María’s so angry. A young victor, barely even twenty and expected not only to swallow her own anger, but also close to 74 years of anger from District Eight, a particularly rebellious district. Patrick wouldn’t be surprised if Hyuk had some kind of communication with the rebels from there. 

Joan of Arc was the Harbinger of Hope for an ancient kingdom under tyranny, they once said, but what they forget is that hope is merely anger, well channeled. 

“But that’s the reality, is it not?” Or so he says, a shroud falling over his eyes. Her touch burns and for a moment he’s on his last line of defense- if they can see past the facade then, he will make sure there is a chasm waiting for them beyond. It’s safer that way. Easier that way too. 

Sure, he doesn’t care much for what happens to himself, hasn’t for a long time- in comparison to her, if they call her Joan of Arc, then he’s one of the soldiers she’s slain in the name of her crusade. Something depraved. Less than human. But it doesn't mean that it still...smarts when he thinks about it. Hurts more than he'll ever admit to, looking back on the long line of deeds he's degraded himself with. “It doesn’t do to deny what lies in front of us.”

For all the rage that emanates from her very being, she’s a small thing. A tiny, fragile candle flame in the face of a long winter. Even if she wanted to grow into a wildfire, they’d snuff her out before she could even realize how far she could go. Maybe he’s using his height to his advantage here, staring down on her not too differently from a disappointed teacher at their student. There’s a reason he and Devora are considered two peas in a pod.

They both know he is right. That winning the games is only the beginning. That being hollowed out from the inside by the violence, the bloodshed of the games is only the first part and now the remaining husk is a mere plaything for the Capitol to lay their hands on. 

They say she is a harbinger of hope, but the reality is that she’s just the newest commodity of dissent that the Capitol’s youth so love to listen to. 

“Whether you want to believe me or not,” he continues, “This is the reality we live in now- whether you want to change it or uphold it, you will still have to adapt to it. The Capitol may have made the rules, but if you understand them, then you will know more about the Capitol than it does about itself.”

Fishing a handkerchief from his pocket, he leans down, sternness giving way to something…gentler, more sympathetic. Nevermind the fact that the handkerchief is as white as snow ( and that it was a ‘going-away’ present from one of his ‘very generous’ clients ), he wipes away the mascara that has trailed down her face. The makeup stains his handkerchief in ink black rivelets; her hair is next. He’s just glad she hasn’t ruined the dress the stylists have put her in ( yet ). Fixing a piece of clothing is not within his makeshift expertise- he picks up the brush on the dresser.

Patrick wouldn’t have seen this for himself, being scarily proficient at doing hair and applying makeup to others when he barely does neither on himself, but isn’t that who Patrick is supposed to be? The unofficial mentor for the victors and when words aren’t enough, then actions will bridge the gap. Tangible movements that make this hellhole just a little more bearable. He hands her the brush.

“Do you want me to do it, or can you do it yourself?”

[rubydracogirl]

HAHAHAHA REMEMBER I SAID I WAS GONNA MAKE GRAVITY FALLS CONTENT?

Well here's a very short one-shot.

Rated T for descriptions of making out

Stanford PinesXReader

'False Hope'

"You know, I think about kissing you a lot." 

Ford was startled from his book at your sudden declaration and his eyes snapped to your face as he blinked, trying to process what exactly you said. He wasn't successful.

"Er, apologies, I must have misunderstood. What did you say?"

"I said, 'I think about kissing you'. Often." You repeated without preamble.

"... Is that a joke?" He asked in a doubtful tone.

"Not at all. Would you be opposed to it?"

Ford gulped, feeling his face grow hot under your gaze. You had some of the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, and he was only fooling himself to say that he'd never thought about you that way.

Embarrassingly, he found his mouth dry as he tried to reply coherently.

"I uh, wouldn't, um… no."

You scooted a little closer to him, and Ford felt his heart pound in his ears at your sudden proximity. Your eyes drifted to his lips, and he heard himself swallow obnoxiously loud.

"...May I?" Your voice murmured softly.

He couldn't bring himself to speak again, so he nodded. His skin tingled as he felt your fingers caress the underside of his chin, drawing him close.

Your lips brushed against him in such a gentle motion, he found himself leaning a little closer. He couldn't have imagined how soft your lips really were, nor how sweet your breath would feel on his face.

The moment felt like it stretched into eternity, and yet, it ended all too soon as you pulled back, looking at him with a dreamy expression. 

"Was that ok?" 

"Very. Yes. I…" Ford wasn't sure where it came from, but suddenly, he was holding your face in his hands, kissing you again and eagerly pressing you for more.

Your voice hummed sensually and he shuddered as he felt your lips part before a soft, wet surface lightly stroked over his bottom lip.

It was an invitation, one he accepted with avarice as he opened his mouth.

The warmth of your mouth was an incredible experience, and he explored you eagerly. You indulged him as he tasted you, allowing his tongue to roam freely as he angled your face to the side. You were so warm, sweet, and the contrasting textures of your tongue and teeth were nothing short of addicting.

For a moment, Ford felt as if he was drowning in you, completely taken in like a fish caught on a hook, and his lungs burned as he reluctantly pulled back, breathing heavily while he looked into your hazy eyes. His cheeks were red and hot to the touch, his hands trembled against your face as he affectionately swept his thumbs over your cheekbones.

"I take it that you really liked that?"

Your lips pulled into a teasing smile and he gave a short, awkward laugh.

"Er, sorry, I uh, got carried away." He said sheepishly.

"I didn't mind at all, Ford. Thanks for letting me kiss you."

"Um… you're welcome?"  His voice was flustered and he shyly let you go as he looked away in embarrassment. You touched his shoulder and squeezed it affectionately.

"If you liked it, you're welcome to kiss me any time. I wouldn't mind."

"R-really? But… why?"

"Well… the thing is, I really like you-"

8~8~8~8~8~

Ford's eyes snapped open and he gave a soft groan.

"Damn it." He growled. Another dream of you… this was unacceptable. He knew how unlikely and impossible it was that he would ever have such a relationship with you and besides that, he treasured his friendship with you too much to ruin it with such a selfish desire… and yet, that didn't stop him from dreaming of you like this; touching your face, kissing your mouth, holding your hands without fear of a negative reaction…. Like disgust. 

He almost preferred his nightmares of rejection because at least they reminded him of the reality of his situation instead of imbuing him with false hope.

As he lay in the dark, looking up at the ceiling, he gave a short, bitter laugh, covering his eyes with his hand.

"You're a damn fool." He muttered softly to himself.

[lorei-writes]

Hello please can I have these for Cheviee 25 22 21 14 12 5 1 Sorry of they are too much 🙏🙏 I wish you a wonderful day

Awe, Julie! :D No worries, I love rambling about my favourites <3 I hope your day is lovely too!!

5. was answered here.

Chevalier

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

There are multiple reasons. On one axis, I truly appreciate his complexity -- there's so much to uncover about him, his motivations, the inner workings of his mind, all the intricacies of how to write him, that I cannot help being happy whenever I attempt to create a model of him. Placing him in situations removed from canon while remaining who he is? Extremely satisfying.

... But it is also that he's direct, that he's clear about his intentions, that there's so much weight to each of his words. His awkwardness, his desire to grow, his caring side. How many things are left unspoken with him, and how he does not wish to take credit for any of them. How considerate he can be. It's hard not to root for him.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Oh. Too many. Especially within my OC-verse.

Well, here goes nothing. I headcanon that little Chevalier wished Leticia was his, and not Clavis', mother. This way everybody would be happy, for Leticia was still capable of showing him warmth -- he'd have the parent he so desired, and his biological mother would have a child that was not a "monster". He actually envied Clavis.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Oh! I have a WIP drawing for this!

To be brief... Business, but with a bit of a funky twist (in terms of colours/patterns)? :') (I have an entire modern AU framework, incorporating my OC-verse. I can't go on a rambling trip here... I... can't... Although it's hard to resist the temptation.)

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I love putting him into situations that he may struggle with. I want for him to be unfamiliar with something, to have to express his affection, to have to battle with his pre-existing internal protocols. It's mighty interesting to think about.

It's not that I don't like every iteration of it, but generally speaking, I'm not that interested in a lot of smut :') Just overall, though. I sometimes write it, but it's not my favourite genre of fanfic.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Confession time! I... actually don't read that much Pri fanfiction. Or, well, fanfiction in general.

I think I can count the number of Chevalier fics / headcanons I've read on fingers of one hand. I simply didn't feel the need to, so... I think my sample size is too small for me to form any coherent preference :'D

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

"There is no way I'm going to like this jerk."

HA.

HAHA.

HAHAHAHA.

I only started liking Chevalier around chapter 16-17 of his route. Before then? Oh. It was MIND-BOGGLING. A number of his dialogue lines sound like something taken out of my deceased grandmother's mouth. (Needless to say, she wasn't a particularly nice person.) I was bamboozled and I wasn't having a good time.

Now? Or, well, given everything that happens past chapter 16? He's one of my favourites. (And he doesn't sound like my grandma anymore. Thank goodness.)

Ask game

[x-authorship-x]

ID BE TOTALLY UP TO HEAR MORE DESCRIPTIONS BUT ALSO I AM LESS SKILLED AT DRAWING CLOTHES AND HUMAN BODIES IN GENERAL. I DONT THINK I WOULD DRAW ANYTHING BIG, MAYBE SOME SKETCHES, BUT I WOULD STILL BE DOWN TO HEAR AS MANY DESCRIPTIVE WORDS AS YOU CAN SAY. I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT!!!!!!

-RAINBOW TEXT ANON

Hahahaha no pressure, absolutely no pressure! You don't have to show me or anyone your art if you don't want to! I just wanted to offer because I talk about it more in the later chapters and I can't update right now...

I'll try not to waffle too much?

So you've got the mask down pat but the 'hood' that covers his hair and connects to his suit is connected directly to the edges of the upper half of the mask, so that his curls are completely covered and no one can grab it off. When the upper mask is pushed back, it pushes into his hair and therefore pushes the hood as well, yeah? The lower mask is connected to the neckline of his suit, which comes up over his chin a bit (like Tenzo's top in Canon) so, when he takes that mask off, it drops to sit on his collarbone.

The suit is inspired by several things

ANBU uniform:

The Yiga-Sheikah from The Legend of Zelda: (Yiga on evil vibe tbh lol)

And also thinking about Spider-man and MCU combat gear, etc etc

So I didn't want any loose fabric, because Shisui would absolutely think of getting yoinked by it (your hood is cool AF tho), and the whole thing has to be bullet resistant and stab proof because hello Yakuza AU

The whole thing is a very dark blue (darker than Jounin uniform blue, for sure) with red bracers on his forearms and shins, elbow and knee supports, and small bits of white (like the spider in the middle of the fuinjutsu-like circle, and white built-in knuckledusters that low-key look like bone lol). He has nunchucks strapped to his right thigh and his feet-covers (idk if you can say supersuits have shoes) are tabi.

This is deffo a bit hairbrained, I keep altering my design because things keep creeping into the WIP, but hopefully somewhat coherent?

God I hope Tumblr lets me post this without eating it

[drivingsideways]

9, 12, 30 for your AO3 Wrapped!

Hiiiii Rainhat! I've answered 9 and 30 for Gin here

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Hahahaha, girl, don't think I don't see where you're going with this. But at the moment, it's not a lot. In terms of what's occupying my headspace, there's Lucky Star, which I do hope to finish...sometime...and snippets from Strawberry 'Verse which I'm not sure will ever make a coherent whole, and the whole sequel to Juche, which resides in my head at the moment and NOT in a google doc, but I hope I can get down to writing it next year.

You know what I have the wildest desire to write though? The Tang Wei/Kim Hye-soo Hallmark Christmas movie one- I just feel it deserves to be written....maybe by next Christmas. lolsob.

Wish me luck, bestest, and thank you: sine qua non, as always. <3

AO3 wrapped questions here

[theduvetpirate]

Finished the Raven cycle and I had a lot of thoughts but I actually can’t remember anything that happened apart from very specific scenes???? Also I am very heavily in favour of Gansey as he is definitely my absolute favourite but the other two are quite horrible to him for a lot of the book considering 9/10 times he’s genuinely trying to help and they are aware he’s trying to help and doesn’t mean to flash the cash and I just ???? Don’t get it?? Maybe cos I am a fully developed woman in her late 20s and I would just not let someone I care about speak to me like they do sometimes no matter how upset you are, especially if I’m trying to help you and the issue isn’t my fault to start with 😂 or maybe because I relate a lot to Gansey with feeling like my friends don’t need me like I need them so maybe I’m just projecting hahahaha

Adam especially is horrible to Gansey quite a few times where I just thought he was way out of line, even including when eventually Gansey had enough and snapped at him and was horrible back and Adam was all FUCK YOU and left the car and I feel awful for thinking it but the entire time I was like ?? So you don’t like being treated this way but you treat Gansey like this a LOT especially at the start ?? Hmm. I realise this is part of adams development, and he grew on me a lot as the series progressed but in the first two books especially I couldn’t stand him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also so much stuff got confusing and was so fast and unexplained or like just resolved so quickly that the pacing felt a bit wild, idk how to articulate this brain dump I’m having hahahahah

On the flip side though I genuinely loved this pure portrayal of platonic love between the gangsey, especially the three main boys and their love for each other and willingness to do anything and follow each other anywhere, because I LOVE found family stories and this one satisfied that for me!!! They’re all in love!!! Yes!!!!! The scene when Gansey and ronan went to the trial made me want to shriek I was so happy, wish it hadn’t ended so abruptly I’d have loved to have read more of that,

Bluesey was well developed too imo, the secret calls, that ONE SCENE WHERE HE HOLDS HER HAND BRIEFLY IN THE SIDE of THE PIG omg!!!!!!!! The toga party!!! Just ahh I love them, ronan and Adam were developed well too, genuinely enjoyed both couple arcs neither felt forced or ingenuine or too plot devicey (although ofc bluesey is a huge main plot point)

Henry was,,,,a total babe but like didn’t feel necessary to the plot at all ngl idk if anyone else feels that way, love him to pieces but??? He felt inserted for no reason really

Sad about Noah’s ending but enjoyed his friendship with ronan the most I think

Also idk how I feel about ronan being literally so OP that everything in the book ends up being what he created idk, when I started I kinda hoping it was the actual plot was this quest for glendower but I did feel it seems to get sidetracked WAYYYY more into the dream stuff, tho ig it did come back around to the king eventually… haha oh well

Anyway omg I’ve been rambling about nothing for ages lmaoooooo

I think in essence it’s like,, could this have been written more coherently and consistently plot wise, yes probably, would I die for the gangsey and reread this series till I die, also yes 😭😂😂😂😂😂😂 am I biased to Gansey and blind to any of his flaws, also yes probably hahahahahahahaha

[helloangelu]

✿ laptop eme ✿

hi super happy ko lang sa desktop kaartehan ko ^^ ang frustrating lang ng apple kasi 'di ko mapaltan paltan yung lockscreen huhu pero basta i love!

desktop: aura, vibrant vibes. syempre, keep going!

update: i gave up. i went back to my old desktop stacks haha :')

browser: simply, carina nebula, the photo that saved me this year. naligwak na sya sa wallpaper ko pero 'di ko sya kayang pakawalan chariz. my hope everytime i see this goes ⤴ the intensity of feelings din aaa walang kapantay ✧

notion: dito, sa uni ko lang naman talaga nagagamit pero kailangan super happy & at home kada open yay ☺︎

ayon, super duper grateful talaga for a faster laptop kasi the frustration i had sa luma kong laptop nung padulo na... 'di ko ma-explain. kahit motivated ako maging productive, gusto ko maging super duper reliable as an orgmate, sobrang hirap and frustrating and unmotivating huhu. forda iyak ako one time sa sobrang lala. (pero gusto ko lang sabihin na it was really good while it lasted and sobrang grateful pa rin ako sa old laptop kasi it was ahead of its generation chariz. bat ba 'ko nag-eexplain? feeling ko naman pati laptop ko magtatampo hahahahahaha) lastly, thank you, Lord, talaga nagka-work ako out of the blue! kahit ang sakit sakit na kada sweldo ko, lumalagpas lang sa kamay ko pambayad netong laptop na 'to HAHAHAHA :DDDDD wala lang, i think lately, mas naeemphasize sakin yung lack of resources and opportunities = skewed distribution talaga ng lahat ng bagay sa society.

also, i know so well na 'di talaga coherent at all designs, pero jan ako happy. i just know na it works for me & i feel home kada enter sa virtual worlds na 'to hehehehehe :')

ayon. andami ko nasabi, gusto ko lang naman i-share 'tong kaartehan kong setup kasi very sabog lang talaga since day 1! hahahaha good morning, bye!

[impactedfates]

OKAY SO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME OF 🫶🏻 ANON DRINKING ALCOHOL LMAO

Bro I kid you not I sent my groupchat a lot of texts and they were all "[🫶🏻 Anon] GO TO BED "I AM [insert multiple variations of the word coherent.. I was not]"

And like as I'm scrolling up the messages I sent them one really concerning voice message and that was ME slipping and crashing into the dishwasher HAHAHAHA I SWEAR THEY WERE LIKE "[🫶🏻 ANON]?????" HAHEHWHAHAH

ALSO LIKE AS I SCROLL UP SOME MORE APPARENTLY I SAID "I'M AN AK47!!!!" AND THEY WERE LIKE "CONGRATS ON FINDING YOUR TRUE SELF" I'M SO DONEEE 😭😭😭

#NeverLet🫶🏻AnonTouchAlcoholAgain

— 🫶🏻 Anon

Additional note : I CAN SEND THAT ONE AUDIO OF ME CRASHING INTO THE DISHWASHER LMAO IF YOU'D LIKE

Alcohol can do a lot to someone defo, I hope ur okay after that crash!!

Feel free to send me it if you want :3

I'm not old enough to have alcohol yet but I feel this defo gives me some insight on when I do try it...

[kingofthewilderwest]

How do u feel about Mabel

I have an unending sense of adoration for what Mabel contributes to Gravity Falls. Technically, Mabel isn’t a favorite of mine – I don’t think of her or relate to her as much as others like Stan, Ford, Dipper, or Fiddleford. However, my appreciation for her is endless.

Gravity Falls couldn’t exist without Mabel. The story’s heart would be crippled. Mabel’s energy and charm provides a unique personality to the show through her unique personality. The show wouldn’t have the same vibe without her ridiculousness! Plus, GF is a story of familial love. And Mabel, as half of the younger Pines twins duo, is essential to giving us the feels of what it means to be in a loving but emotionally complicated family. They couldn’t have picked a better personality to interact with Dipper and Stan for the narrative’s central trio. The combination of Mabel’s vivacity, Stan’s gruffness, and Dipper’s paranoia… is what sells us on this cast. (With Bill, Soos, Wendy, Ford, Pacifica, Gideon, etc. making great additions.)

That’s already enough to celebrate Mabel, but I can’t say this enough: Mabel is the fulfillment of my greatest wish for women characters:

Let women be weird.

The Limited Scope of Female Personalities in Media

All genders get roped into stereotypical personalities in media, but I feel like women especially get reduced. I struggle relating to and loving fictional women… because they feel like the same restrictive subset of personalities I’ve seen reiterated again and again and again and again and again. 

There’s the rude, prissy, popular rich girl. 

There’s that easygoing cool tomboy. 

There’s the hot, edgy, serious, sexy, COOL, highly skilled badass action woman who is the most hardcore of the main cast, hides a sense of internal empathy and compassion, but warms up from her coldness when she meets the main character lead… and then probably goes and kisses him once he, despite being a rookie, magically manages to best her years of hard training.

*ka-sigh*

Even when a fictional woman doesn’t hit something that cringeworthily stereotypical, she still feels… bland. Fictional characters can be enjoyable exaggerations of personality traits – we have the opportunity to create as weird, ridiculous, or diverse of individuals as we possibly can. And yet usually women aren’t written to be as wild or diverse in their personalities as men. The ladies will probably look standardly pretty, act standardly reasonable, act standardly feminine, and make standard choices. Women characters in a cast often feel the least distinct to me. I’m probably not going to find quirks in my ladies or something that sets them apart from the crowd. Let’s be real: media depicts women according to societal expectation. Women in media are reduced to a washed-out, generic fantasy that doesn’t relate anything to how women feel, nor does it try hard to relate to what women feel.

The writing doesn’t understand women. And I can feel it.

When a bland, stale action woman goes on screen in her hot sexy tight pants, is her presentation supposed to be female empowerment (she’s fighting [gasp!])? Or is it another quick, uninspired shortcut without thinking through what her humanity is? “She fights, she’s a ‘good’ female role model, that’s good enough.” Still caters to the male gaze, still caters to male fantasy for what an attractive woman is like, still doesn’t think through her psychology, still presents media’s “desire” for what women “should” be like.

We drastically need to improve how women are written.

You know what my women friends are like? Women are loud and unashamed belchers. Women crack terrible puns about the French Revolution while everyone boos. Women dress up their stuffed animal cats in goggles and a lab coat. Women geek out over how cute worms are. Women want to kill the opposing team in sports competitions. Women eat food off the floor. Women spend sleepovers watching chick flicks and musicals. Women shriek screamo songs at the top of their lungs, getting maybe a third of the lyrics right, racing through the night in their car twenty miles over the speed limit. Women spend thirty five minutes trying to get the perfect selfie because their hair finally fucking cooperated. Women repeatedly text their friends photos of them flipping the bird making derp faces. Women play beer pong until they’re drunk. Women do unnecessarily complicated mathematics calculations to prove their point in fandom. Women stay up all night screaming murder at first person shooter video games. Women play shitty pop song covers on their tubas. Women spend an hour and a half dyeing their hair pink in the sink (and dye the entire bathroom pink in the process). Women debate the finer points of Immanuel Kant with one another. Women demand their friends dish the details when they hear someone has a new significant other. Women binge watch anime eating frozen dinners heated from the microwave while sobbing out their mascara. Women get crushes on Simba or Kovu from The Lion King. Women work out at gyms because they want to get RIPPED. Women. Are. Diverse. And. Delightfully. QUIRKY.

I know I ranted a long time about it, but the point is to show the difference between what women are (personable and peculiar)… versus the stale bread, watered-down crap we get in the movies.

So this. This is why I will never quit raving about Mabel.

Mabel finally lets us see an ACTUAL GIRL as ACTUAL GIRLS act: she’s delightfully, realistically, over-exaggeratedly, charmingly, unforgettably WEIRD.

Instead of trying to write a “girl” first and getting tied up in the tropes and gender biases, Gravity Falls writes a character who happens to be a girl with some girl traits.

What Makes Mabel Different

Instead of writing some standard bland stereotyping “oh this feels vaguely feminine and attractive” excuse-for-a-cardboard-cutout-of-a-woman… Mabel is given real love, real personality, real demonstration of what women are. After all these years of me suffering in theatres thinking, “Oh look, it’s the same uninspired sexy badass action woman stereotype,” I can finally find a character who’s not what media pretends women should be like. I see a character who the writers actually thought about her personality for!

Gravity Falls allows a woman character to do things I almost never see of women characters.

For starters: Mabel’s gross. She finds leftover tacos in the backseat of the car and decides it’s a perfect snack. She sticks her head into a dusty barrel and laughs when caterpillars crawl over her face. She makes fart sounds and laughs at those fart sounds. She lets a statue pick her nose. She shoves food into her mouth voraciously. She’s animated with wild, ridiculous, non-flattering facial expressions. Gravity Falls allows Mabel to be gross.

This is already amazing to me. Cartoons are a little better than live action movies, where the latter can’t let a woman look imperfect when she’s crying or fighting villains. But cartoons often have limitations for how women are shown, too. It’s refreshing to see a girl who is gross.

And I don’t know about you, but I’d be hard-pressed to name even three other contemporary Western women characters who’re allowed to be girly AND gross. Mabel Pines. Princess Fiona. The list ends there for me? Sometimes I’ll see girls in media dressed with “unruly” appearances – their hair is SLIGHTLY frazzled and they wear glasses (gasp) – but that’s not real grossness, and it’s especially not grossness combined with girliness.

Gravity Falls isn’t afraid to make Mabel both gross and “girly”, and that’s special.

Next, Mabel’s girliness feels authentic. By “girliness” I mean Mabel taking actions according to Western societal gender norms for ciswomen. I don’t mean that’s how girls have to innately be. I hate the idea that people “should” behave according to gender roles and encourage us all to express our individuality. Anyway. Yes, most women in media have girliness to them… but nothing prepared me to seeing a twelve year old girl act like the twelve year old girls I knew.

Mabel loves bright colors, rainbows, unicorns, cute boys, formal dances, boy bands, and looking cute. These are girly traits and girly interests. But the way they show Mabel, Candy, and Grenda bonding over boy talk at a sleepover? That ridiculous, unrestrained screaming, combined with the mischievous grins, is exactly the sort of stuff I grew up with. It’s not just “oh we wrote a girl who likes pink and makeup who gets catty about crushes” – it’s “oh, we wrote a girl who enjoys her girly side like a twelve year old would!”

Gravity Falls allows Mabel to live according to some elements of the gender norm. The show doesn’t tote the idea that people live without gender influence, that people live in a vacuum of culture. It shows people in society often live by some pattern of gender roles. But, the show doesn’t make Mabel be that norm or preach she should be that norm. Honestly, I don’t see many shows try to strike this balance: willing to give characters gender role interests, while still respecting that everyone is unique and doesn’t need to live by those roles. Either the shows completely drop gender roles (which can be refreshing and help us overcome our biases) or they stick too close to assumptions that your gender = your brain, which is backwards thinking.

GF doesn’t lazily pin a character with girly traits because “that’s what women are.” It doesn’t stop at some assumptive “She wears pretty boots.” It understands Mabel’s psychology, lets her express that girliness unrestrained, provides her screen time to live this (!!! screen time to girl time in an all-gender-demographic-show!!!), and allows her to intersect that girliness with her grossness and her weirdness.

Next, Mabel is allowed to be confident and bold. Society isn’t good with women being bold and outspoken yet. Women often get criticized for being bossy, bitchy, obnoxious, etc. when they speak their minds and act with the confidence that men are “allowed” to have in their daily lives. And yet Mabel can be an outspoken and unrestrained character.

It works well for her age, too! 

Last, Mabel is weird. Mabel has quirks. I’ve said this three hundred times and I’ll say it three hundred more, but Mabel being weird is a delight. It’s not often that women are allowed to be the ridiculous comedic side in children’s / family animation. (Yay Ruffnut for also fulfilling this role.) 

Mabel is unrestricted, allowed to be a wild dork on screen. She’ll eat tubes of toothpaste because they’re sparkly, make “Mabel juice” with plastic dinosaurs in the pitchers, dress pigs in costume, knit scratch-and-sniff sweaters, slap stickers on her uncle’s nose, scream for a minute straight before coughing up glitter, dream up the centaurtaur, and more. 

But it’s not just that. It’s her mindset. Mabel’s excitement for things – down to an eight legged cow having “more limbs for hugging” – is a perspective I essentially never see in stories. She’s got a way of looking at the world like no one else I know. It’s a wild, bizarre perspective… but that’s what makes her so good and human. 

Mabel has a “What the heck?” vibe from her, whether it’s her interests, her thought processes, or her choices.

And frankly, that’s so much more relatable, personable, and beautiful to me… than almost any other woman I see on screen in media. When I see Mabel, I can remember what I was like as a kid.

Although I’m non-binary, I didn’t grow up knowing about non-cis gender. I grew up more or less thinking of myself as a little girl. Many of my childhood experiences were with little girls. So, when I look at old photographs of myself, I see someone with unrestrained energy, joy, and weirdness - just like Mabel.

That is what kids are like, guys! That is what kids are like!

Not this weird restricted stereotype on television I see! But THIS.

So yeah. 

Even just from the topic “What does Mabel bring to women’s representation in media,” Mabel is a shooting star. She’s a success. I love it. It’s freeing, exciting, and refreshing to me, being able to see a woman character given this loving treatment. I’m passionate about women being represented well in media, and not in the sense of falsely-portrayed empowerment. Mabel is the glorious three-dimensional, unique, bizarre, memorable type of girl I want!

She’s worth celebrating for all her personality traits, too: her creativity, her energy, her lightheartedness, her love for her family. But that’s content for another essay.

In short: bless Mabel Pines. Bless, bless, bless Mabel Pines.

This is a damn great character.

[jaehyunfirstlove]

can you make i saw an angel as a story hahahaha because i love it!!! i’m looking forward to see more jaehyun and y/n in i saw an angel 🧎🏻‍♀️

Pairing: fwb!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple positions, cat voyeurism (haha jk??)

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: so i wasn't sure if this was for my 1k milestone celebration but i included it anyway lol :) thanks for the request my dear! hope you like it!

*A follow-up to i saw an angel

“Mmm, angel, you taste so good…”

Meow?

“Oh sorry, girl, not you”

Your cat, Angel, had stopped licking mid-paw at the mention of her name. Only Jaehyun hadn’t been calling her, he’d been referring to you. He’d even paused as he ate you out, just to make sure she was aware of it.

You’d made a lasagna, after promising it to him the last time he’d come to fuck you, but it sat forgotten on the table after he’d been so turned on by what you were wearing. After greeting Angel, he’d stripped the form-fitting dress off of you and was now in the middle of licking up your pussy, while your cat sat in the room and judged you.

“Can you give me a moment to take her out of the room?” you asked breathlessly, unable to concentrate on Jaehyun’s glorious tongue while Angel’s beady eyes were trained on you.

“Why? She’s fine there, just leave her be,” he said between licks, your body jolting every time his tongue reconnected with your wetness.

“I-” you inhaled sharply when he sucked your clit into his mouth, “-feel like she’s judging me.”

He chuckled, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations throughout your core. “And what exactly is she judging you for?”

You pressed your lips together to suppress the loud moan that wanted to escape your mouth as you came, your legs shuddering as Jaehyun held them down, Angel watching from the corner of the room.

“I just think…” you started to say, after getting your breath back, “that she likes you, and-”

Your sentence was interrupted when he slid his cock into you, the stretch always taking your breath away. “And?” he questioned, prompting you to finish your thought.

You fought for a level tone, even as he was pounding into you at a furious pace. “And, mm, she… oh Jae, oh fuck, um… she hates when you… oh, oh god, when you… leave.”

Your last word came out in a loud moan, Angel echoing your sentiment by meowing loudly.

“Does this mean she wants me around more often?” Jaehyun asked, voice low and raspy as he snapped his hips, driving his cock deeper into you.

“Oh god, yes!” you screamed, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot so deliciously you unraveled, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. When you came down, panting heavily, he pulled out, then flipped you onto your stomach, entering you from behind.

“I mean, I’d love to indulge her,” he continued, ramming into you again, and at this angle you knew you weren’t going to last long, the knot in your stomach already forming. “But she’s not the only angel I need to satisfy.”

You were falling apart already, your mind too hazy to even form coherent words, when he suddenly pulled you flush against him, his chest hot against your back. “What do you say, angel?”

Meow?

“Not you, baby,” he turned his head quickly to address your cat, then his hand went to your throat, “hm? Do I satisfy you?”

You didn’t think you’d be into choking, but his hand constricting around your throat made you gush, and he felt it. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, pounding into you harder, “should I take that as a yes?”

“Oh yes,” you whimpered, a fucked out mess, “yes, yes, god, yes!”

His fingers went to your clit and you came with a strangled cry, his hand still wrapped around your neck. From the corner of the room Angel once again echoed your cries, finally going silent when you did. Jaehyun continued, fucking you until he came with a deep groan, your body still pressed against his as he pumped his cum into you.

You both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, tangled heap, Jaehyun pulling you to him. He’d never cuddled you after sex before, so lying in his arms was definitely something new. You spared a glance at Angel, who was no longer watching the two of you, just contentedly napping with her head tucked into her paws.

“I meant it,” you finally said, after the silence stretched for too long. He seemed content though, holding you in his arms, his hand rubbing up and down your arm gently.

“Meant what?” he asked, his voice soft.

“That I want you to be around more often. That you… satisfy me.”

You heard him chuckle, then felt the soft press of his lips to the top of your head. “That’s good to hear.”

“Will you?” you asked, turning to face him, propping your chin up on his chest. He regarded you with a bemused smirk. “Will you be around more often, then?”

He looked over at Angel’s sleeping form, before turning to you, stroking the side of your face softly. “Well, since I have her seal of approval I don’t see why not.”

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Thank you for 1k!

[bunny-xoxo]

Modern!Eren Jeager Relationship Headcannons

Modern!Eren Jeager x reader

a/n: I love this little shithead. These are just some headcannons of how I think it would be being in a relationship with modern!eren. Just to clarify, the characters are always aged up and in unversity if it’s a modern!au unless otherwise stated!! Please enjoy and feel free to come in my inbox and share your Himbo!Eren thoughts😩

gif not mine, credit to owner

Ok, for starters, Himbo Eren Supremacy!

Eren might not be the uhm smartest, he’s kind of a big cuddly idiot, and he is big and respects women -> Himbo!Eren

Anyways

Being with Eren means having a box full of ridiculous hand made gifts from Eren that he insists on you keeping for sentimental reasons, no matter how senseless they are

They’re usually really stupid and cheesy letters he writes on a torn piece of notebook paper while he’s in class when it’s especially boring him

They’re not even coherent thoughts on the paper sometimes

“Hi :) I’m sitting here feeling like I’m going to pass out from how boring this class is, and we’re supposed to be taking notes but I think I’ll just copy them from you or Mikasa later though hahahaha don’t! Tell Arma Armin! He’ll just yell at me :( unless I tell him I like his new haircut maybe which i actually do by the way it’s funny my hairs long now and his is short 1. Oreos 2. Milk 3. Shampoo 4. Hand sanitzer sorry I need this stuff and I would forget if i didn’t write it down. I bet you look really pretty right now :) in my head I’m kissing you teehee”

And every other part of the paper that isn’t filled up with his rambling is stick figure doodles of you two kissing and holding hands and one of him and jean arm wrestling but don’t ask him about it, he lost in his head this time so he’s gonna work out more later sdfnarfn

You have hair ties littered all over your place it’s ridiculous

You find them literally everywhere - probably cause he likes to fling them across the room and see how far he can get them when he takes them out of his hair, he will be stealing most of yours if you use them

He love love loves when you run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp after he takes his ponytail out

He almost immediately lays face down in your lap and groans while he moves around to get comfortable

If you don’t immediately start he’ll just look up at you with a little pout and move one of your hands to his hair and raise his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to pamper him

Loves being pampered and will definitely let you do his nails just to feel your soft hands on his - and cause he likes the way you always rub lotion into them after

Very touchy boy, I HC his love language being Physical Touch, hence how bad he loves being pampered

He loves when he comes out of the shower and comes to lay down with you, all sore from practice - it’s Eren, we know he play’s SOME kind of sport - and your hands start working all the knots out of his back and neck, working their way to the top of his shoulders and squeezing while they drag down his biceps all the way to his hands

Kiss his knuckles and he WILL melt

He never feels more loved than when you’re taking care of him like that, and let’s be honest you don’t mind running your hands over his toned body either

He loves pampering you as much as he loves receiving it, too

Loves rubbing your legs while he lays between them with his head resting on your midsection

His hands are rough due to years of abuse from playing sports, and they feel so good when he’s squeezing the muscles in your calf life that

Sometimes if you’re feeling sore, he’ll help you stretch your legs out

He’ll be sitting back on his knees by your feet, your legs spread in front of him. He grabs your left leg by your calf while he inches forward to lean above and bring your leg up with him, stretching your knee to your ear. The hand that’s not locked on your calf is resting by your head with his face mere inches from yours, his hair tickling your cheeks. You’re like that for a few moments before he leans in and ghosts his lips over yours, abruptly shifting up and kissing your nose instead. “Other leg!” jackass

He would love giving you back massages too oh god, and I mean like proper back rubs.

He’d have you laid out on your bed while hes straddling your from behind and pressing his fingers deep into the sore tissue there - sometimes you fall asleep and drool a little and he finds it so cute

He just loves loving up on you, period

On another note, he wouldn’t just steal your hair ties if you had any, he’d steal everything LMAO

Your hand lotion? He pockets it cause it just smells so good and always had his hands feeling soft whenever you let him use some. And why would he go and buy it if you have some?

Firm believer that y’all share everything

He’s stolen lotion, gum, socks that barely fit him, chapstick, lip scrub, pens, highlighters, literally anything.

And once you start to notice he’s all, “What? We’re in a relationship, partners are supposed to share everything. I mean, you steal my hoodies!”

“Eren, you give those to me cause you said it makes our relationship more ‘official.’”

“Ok, well that’s beside the point. All I’m saying is I don’t see the big deal. You’re more than welcome to take any of my stuff you like!”

Which is a nice thought except for the fact everything he has at this point just seems like more shit he’s stolen from you

More on his hoodies, he goes absolutely bananas seeing you wear his hoodie

He seriously gets so giddy and feels like his hearts gonna explode

He always smiles all big and wraps his arms around and lifts you into the air - it does not matter how big you are he’s going to do it

“Hiiii cutie.” He always says this and then buries his face into the crook of your neck and places sweet kisses there. Then he stands up straight and pulls the hood onto your face and tightens the strings, making it all scrunch up, sadly no he doesn’t care if your hair is done or if you wear glasses, he will do it regardless

One time you were a little grumpy with him from playing games with “the boys” for too long and neglecting you of some attention, so to apologize he just brought you a hoodie with some of his cologne sprayed on it -i just know he smells great- and put it on you and held you and pressed just so many kisses to your face and said sorry over and over again until you were giggling and gave in

He loves when you sit in his room with him while he plays games on his pc with his buddies definitely a PC gamer cmon

However, he will get more embarrassed than frustrated if you hear Jean teasing him cause he’s lowkey trying hard to impress you akfergirgu

“D’ya see that babe? I got first place with the highest kill count and the least amount of respawns 😏”

“Yeah I did Eren, that’s awesome buddy.”

He’d just smile and spin back around in his chair feeling all prideful pls protect him

If you join in teasing him he WILL pout after and you WILL have to make him a grilled cheese as your form of an apology

He will eat it in silence, look at you and try not to smile and just roll over and sigh SO loud

“I guess I can forgive you.”

Please he’s such a brat, but he’s your brat

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he’s such an idiot and I jus wanna hug from him and to wear his stupid hoodies 😪 I hope y’all enjoyed! Feel free to browse my blog or pop into my inbox! Love u cutie

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taglist: @plutowrites

[someone1348]

This duo request was fromm @blobblobbloblob

People in this: Switch!Tommy, Switch!Ranboo

(PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!!)

Tw: cursing

With all that being said enjoyyyy!! :]

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Ender Tricks

Ranboo had been feeling confident, sassy, to say the least, mischievous! He wanted to poke fun at people and cause a bit of chaos

So he went out on the hunt to find people to mess around with. He talked to Phil, Laughed with Techno, and that was great but it wasn't fulfilling his mood, the more he thought about what was going on with him the more the feeling grew

A ler mood, he smirked to himself, this was a rare kind of feeling but oh boy did he love these days when he could feel ler. No wonder talking to Phil and Tech didn't help he needed a lee or at least a lee lean.

Normally he would just go tickle the crap out of Tubbo but his body disagreed, no he needed to wreck someone else, he could wreck Tubbo later if this mood sticks throughout the day

He pondered the thought his smirk growing, Tommy!

The two had gotten closer as of recently and unknown to the blonde Ranboo had learned all of his tickle spots already from his platonic husband Tubbo, they share a death spot which really helped in times like this.

He searched for the disc lover spotting him by prime path

"Target acquired!" The enderman hybrid whispered to himself teleporting behind the said blonde squeezing his sides before teleporting away.

"AH- w-What the fuhuck?!" Tommy covered his mouth in embarrassment looking around for the known culprit

Ranboo smirked behind a tree and when the cost was clear he did it again this time skitering quickly under his arms

"AHAH- raha- ranboo!!!!" Tommy rang out in a fit of giggly rage almost dropping his axe

Ranboo covered his mouth behind the tree waiting again to strike. Tommy sighed and kept walking as lingering lee mood took over his senses with every strike

Ranboo smirked striking his ribs before going back, Tommy shrieked before falling down to the grass

Clutching his ribs giggling as the feeling of a lee mood took over everything he completely forgot why he was out here in the first place.

A shadow blocked the sun sending some shade to Tommy's figure, looking up at the smirking ender hybrid Tommy waved

"Hello Ranboo"

"Hey Tommy"

There was a bit of scilence as Tommy looked away, Ranboo laughed looming more over him

"You want to tell me what mood you're in buddy?"

Tommy squinted up at the figure crossing his arms "now Ranboo i don't know what you're talking about"

Ranboo lowly chuckled sitting down by Tommy smirking as he spoke "i can see it all over your face if you want tickles all you gotta do is ask" he poked Tommy's side to indicate his intentions

"Oh you're evilll"

Ranboo just kept smirking, whistling while he wiggled his fingers at the youngest acting like he wasn’t doing anything

"Ranbooo!" Tommy whined as Ranboo laughed stopping and looking at him, "Three words Tommy its eassyyy"

Tommy refused, he's a big man! He doesn't ever want to give into anyone's games esspesssily! Not Ranboo's,

Ranboo used that to his advantage as he teased the kid a bit more "Alright i guess you don't want to be tickled i guess I'll be offf" Ranboo teleported away as Tommy whined sitting up

"Ranboo wait!" He waited but there was no response, he was gone, Sitting alone in the grass he sighed before two tickly hands gripped his sides from behind tickling up and down from his sides to his ribs and back down

"Gotcha!!!" The taller of the two said the smirk clear in his voice as Tommy bursted out into a ball full of giggles falling backwards onto Ranboo's chest

"NAHAhahAHA! RANBOO!" Tommy squirmed his face dusted with a light pink from the surprise and embarrassment

"Hehe thought I'd leave my second favorite lee in the dust like that without tickling him to peices yeah i don't think so!" Ranboo smiled going up to his underarms,

"AYEHEHEHE! Sehehecond?!" Tommy questioned in giggles as Ranboo laughed a bit

"Yeah, Tubbo's number one, sorry pal, get Ranboozled!" He blew a raspberry onto the blondes neck as Tommy pushed at his split dyed head,

"AhAhaWahay!! From thehehere!!" Tommy fell limp to the tickles not fighting it anymore as Ranboo teasingly whispered

"Oh? Not there?~ so should i go for my favorite spot then" he wiggled his fingers teasingly above Tommy's stomach

"Nonononono!" Tommy's protests were nothing in Ranboo's ears as he smirked wiggling all ten fingers into his stomach taking a deep breath going close to Tommy's ear "Tickletickletickletickle Tktktktktktktk~"

"NAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK RAHAHAHANBOHOHOO!!"

Ranboo giggled evily "what's this button doo~" he tickled his bellybutton as Tommy went into hysteria not even making coherent sentences anymore

"RAHAHAHANBOHOHOO PLEA- HAHAHAHA SHHEJEHEGHS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES IHIHIHIHIT!!-"

Ranboo laughed loudly, stopping before rubbing away the ghost tickles

"Oh whahat you think that was funny?!"

"W-well yeah"

Tommy smirked tackling the ender hybrid to the ground tickling his stomach immediately

"TOHOHOHOMYYY!!" Ranboo laughed out squirming from side to side

"Ticklish there aye Ranboo?~" Tommy smirked teasing him a bit

"PLEAHAHAHASE"

"Okahay okay!" Tommy giggled moving to his sides,

"EEP! wAIhihiAT i-Ee!!" Ranboo covered his face in his hands the ticklish sensations sending tickly Shockwaves all over his body

"WhAHat was that!!" Tommy said stopping

Ranboo blushed harder from the embarrassment "m-my white side is more ticklish then my black side so tickling my s-sides is well, an experience to say the least"

Tommy smirked "thanks for the info big man!" He immediately went to squeezing and tickling alll up and down his white side as the taller yelled

"AHJHA! TOMMYY!" the giggles were pouring out of his mouth as he pushed lightly at his tickly fingers

"Karma ender boy! Haha!!" Tommy tickled from his underarms to his ribs and back around to his sides

Ranboo made a bunch of enderman sounds mixed in with his laughter and squeals

"Okay okay oneee more thing!" Tommy took a deep breath before blowing a raspberry directly in the center of his stomach above his bellybutton

"TOHOHOHOMYYY!!!"

Tommy giggled stopping, helping ranboo up and rubbing the ghost tickles away.

"It seems we all share a death spot" Tommy said smirking a bit

"It seems we do"

Tommy smirked at ranboo before running off in the direction of were Tubbo would be

"He's MINE! HA HA!!!"

"HE'S MY PLATONIC HUSBAND!?!" Ranboo said chasing after him both on their way to wreck their favorite bee boy

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I hope you all enjoyedd!!! :]

[floweroflaurelin]

hi I just wanted to say your art is the best I've ever seen like the shading and realism and everything is just insane!! I cannot express how long I sit there staring you're simply amazing!

I'm just. In awe. How the actual heckity heck do you do that on just one layer :0 if you have any art tips they'd be much appreciated!

And hope you're doing ok w the whole covid thing, take care of yourself as best you can :D /gen

Ahh thank you so much!!! That’s so nice, I really appreciate that omg 🥰🥰🥰 And thank you so much for this message! I plan on writing up a detailed look into how I craft a portrait painting, so I’ll try and keep this brief, but I make no promises hahaha

So I paint on one layer for a couple of reasons: one, I want the experience of painting to be as transferable as I can get it to traditional media, and two because of spite.

The first reason is admittedly kind of dumb because I don’t paint traditionally anymore, by choice. If I do say so myself I used to paint really lovely acrylic portraits (basically looking like the digital ones but on a canvas) but genuinely? Touching paper and canvas is a sensory nightmare 😖 I can’t use sketchbooks and I have to wear gloves to touch unpainted canvas because the texture activates my fight or flight (ADHD gang rise up!) so now that school isn’t forcing me to work with real canvas, I don’t and I won’t. So why don’t I embrace the experience of drawing digitally? Habit, I guess.

But also, spite. The number of profs who have told me off for painting on one layer is incredible and they get so mad (like, they’re right…) but I’m way too stubborn. It’s referred to as “painting destructively” because you can’t go back and fix things by turning off layers, if you mess up you mess up. My advice is to just not mess up, cause then it’s not a problem.

Wait, that’s terrible advice. Um, my art tip is to not do this! Don’t paint all on one layer. It’s not a great practice for digital art for the reasons my teachers say so. Also, even I won’t be doing it forever—my workplace and I are working together to break me out of this habit because now I’m not the only one touching my paintings! They need to be able to adjust things in a way that isn’t screwed up by my frankly ridiculous workflow 😅

Hahahaha but yeah, all of my fanart paintings that have been on here were painted in one layer with the gold leaf layer on top, just like a real painting. If you’re interested in reading a more coherent in depth look at my painting process, I’ll be working to get that up on my blog sometime next week!

[ticklygiggles]

christmas sentence starters: 42 with bokuroo? (lee!kuroo) love your writing btw!

It's Christmas in the middle of May! Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my writing! ♥ It's always nice to wreck Kuroo, so I hope you enjoy this! I apologize for the wait!

I wanted this to have less than 1k words, but oh well!

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42. "You're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe, not this!"

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"No."

"Aaaagh! Tetsu, please!" Bokuto whined, kneeling on the wooden floor and in between Kuroo's legs as the latter tried to read a book on the couch. "Do you know how hard it was to put it up there? In every door?!"

Kuroo looked up at him briefly before turning his eyes back to the pages of his book. "First, I didn't ask you to put it, Kou," he said, turning the page. "Second, it's way too cheesy and-

"It's romantic!" Bokuto chirped, his brow furrowed. "C'mon, Teeeetsu, just a little kiiiiiss, please?"

Kuroo would've fallen by those beautiful, big puppy eyes Bokuto was looking at him with in any other circumstances, but right now, he was way too flustered to do so.

It wasn’t long since he had arrived at home from work. His hands were freezing and so were his feet, so he didn’t notice anything strange as he first entered the apartment, not even when he had to duck his head a little to avoid getting hit.

Nor did he notice anything out of the ordinary as he kicked his shoes off and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash his hands with warm water before his fingers fell off, (he was that dramatic), not even after seeing Bokuto pouting and then frowning as he welcomed him home.

It wasn't until he stepped into their bedroom to put on something warmer that he didn't lower his head in time and something hit him lightly right in the center of his forehead.

It was mistletoe.

His cheeks flushed instantly and he turned his head quickly towards the bathroom door: there was one hanging there too. Then he turned to see the door of the other room (which they used as a storage room), and of course there was one there as well.

He didn't have to poke his head into the kitchen to know that there was another one right in the hall, where he had removed his shoes not even five minutes ago.

In the living room, he could hear Bokuto beaming, noticing that Kuroo finally saw his handiwork and, of course, expecting to be called over to get a sweet kiss, but Kuroo only flushed even more and quickly entered their room to change and probably never go out.

“Why don’t you want to kiss, Kuroo?” He did go out eventually and now he had this almost teary Bokuto begging on his knees, literally. “I thought you’d like it! You always say it’s cute when it happens in movies!”

That was exactly the reason why he didn’t want to do it!

What was he a schoolgirl?! Blushing at the thought of having his boyfriend kissing him under the mistletoe as if they didn’t do much kissing already?!

Kuroo sighed heavily, feeling his ears heating up as he tried to avoid Bokuto’s pleading eyes and leaving the book aside. "I said no," he said, moving one leg over Bokuto so he could get up. “Do you want take out?”

“Kuroo,” Bokuto whined again, getting up as well and quickly following Kuroo around. “Please? Please? Please?”

Kuroo was shaking his head furiously, desperately looking around for his phone, suddenly remembering he left it in the pocket of his pants back in their room. He looked over the room, seeing that mistletoe hanging there, then he looked at his pupp- boyfriend pouting at him and then back at the room.

“Ah, Tetsu!” Bokuto was quick to run after him when Kuroo quickly tried to make it to the room, but feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline for having Bokuto running after him, he let out a surprised squeak, feeling his knees shaking a little as he tried to run faster.

“Don’t chase me, dammit!” He squeaked out, his voice trembling a little. “Koutarou!” He warned, but he knew that wouldn’t do anything against Bokuto, and before he could even process what was happening, Bokuto was holding him by the waist - not only holding, but pushing forward, making them both fall with a loud thud right under the mistletoe.

“Bokuto! G-Get off!” Kuroo growled, trying to drag himself out from under Bokuto’s weight. “You’re heavy get of-HAHAhaha!”

Laughter started to spill out of his mouth as he felt gentle fingers pressing and wiggling against and in between each of his ribs. His hands clawing at the floor quickly lowered to wrap around Bokuto’s wrists.

“Nahahat t-tihihickling! You're supposed to kiss under the mistletoe, not this!"

Bokuto placed his chin over Kuroo’s shoulder, making him squeal with frantic giggles as he tried to hide the side of his neck and ear.

“Well, you didn't want to kiss, so you'll have this,” Bokuto said, but Kuroo could hear the pout in his lips. “But why don’t you want to kiiiiiss, Tetsu! I thought you liked my kisses!”

Kuroo cackled louder when Bokuto’s fingers clawed at his highest ribs, his arms trying to press against his sides to protect his ultimate worst spot. Even over his laughter, of course he heard Bokuto’s whining, but it was hard to formulate coherent words with his cackling getting in the way.

He did try to answer back before Bokuto could reach for his armpits, but his brief silent and uncontrollable laughter was enough to push Bokuto over the edge and before Kuroo could stop him, he was throwing his head back with loud, hysterical laughter.

“WAHAHAIT! K- Kohohou! N-Nahahahat thehehere!” Kuroo hyena-laughed, kicking his legs and noticing how well pinned Bokuto had him. “Plehehehease, s-stahahap!”

“Then kiss me!”

“Nohohoho! Ihihihi- EEK, not thahahat!” He shrieked as Bokuto started to vibrate his fingers against his armpits.

He knew better than anyone that Bokuto wouldn’t give up, so Kuroo nodded desperately, snorting when Bokuto pressed against that extremely weak spot in the middle of his underarms.

“I’m embahahaharrased!” He managed to say between his hysterical laughter. “It’s stuhuhahaha! Lehehet me speheheak!” He heard Bokuto chuckle and to his slight surprise, his boyfriend stopped at once.

“I’m listening,” he said as Kuroo’s laughter died down. Kuroo felt his cheeks turning red and it was his turn to whine as he pressed his forehead against the floor.

“I know I’ve said before that it’s cute this whole mistletoe thing, but… I never thought you’d actually come and do something like this!” He started, feeling his face getting warmer and warmer. “It’s so… silly-eek!”

Kuroo’s words morphed into a squeak when he was suddenly flipped over, his back now against the floor and Bokuto’s chest pressed against his own.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Bokuto answered sincerely, his brow furrowed in worry. “What do you mean silly? I think it’s super cute that you’d like to do something like this!” Bokuto said with that excitement that always rushed through and out of him. “So, you stop being silly and just kiiiiiss me, Tetsuuuuu!”

Kuroo could only laugh softly, feeling his heart fluttering as he lifted his arms to wrap around Bokuto’s neck. Now he really thought that, perhaps, he was being a bit silly acting up like this. Ugh, why was it that Bokuto always made him act in the most strange ways?!

“Fine,” Kuroo finally whispered, smiling softly when Bokuto showed him one of his bright smiles. “Only because you worked hard on it.”

“Yes, I did! Now kiss me!”

Kuroo chuckled and he did kiss Bokuto, his skin covered in goosebumps when he heard Bokuto let out a soft pleased sigh. They’ve kissed hundreds of times before, of course, but somehow, (at least to Kuroo), kissing under the mistletoe felt different- maybe a little magical and warm and-

“NAHAHA!” Kuroo cackled, throwing his head back and tensing his body as Bokuto’s playful fingers came back to life against his ribs. “We kihihihihissed!”

“Yes, I know, but this is for not wanting to kiss me in the first place!”

“No! I’m s-sohohohorry! Stahahahap!”

Ah, yes. The tickling also felt strangely different: a little magical and warm and, just as the kissing, full of tender love.

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*creeps in and stands in the corner for 15 minutes, building up courage*

Hey got any tips for starting a comic? I'm thinking of starting a Pokemon comic but I'm not sure how to start or keep it up. Usually it falls apart midway into making a second page, which isn't great it you wanna make a series yeah?

Hahahaha come on out there, it’s alright, make yourself comfortable :D

WELL I’d say the most important part is to keep rewarding yourself with little steps of progress, so that your motivation stays up. Otherwise you can easily feel like the size of your comic is overwhelming and you’d nEVER be able to finish it. I personally dealt with that problem before with countless other projects over the years :’D But with “El’s Alolan Adventures” I kind of solved that problem for me by cutting my comics into little bits, that could work as their own coherent arcs and short-stories. This works especially well for the slice-of-life-format I went for, but of course it doesn’t apply for every story. However, segmenting your comic into chapters is definitely still a choice I’d recommend to get a better overview of your story!

I think the most basic steps that apply to all comic-artists is starting with a script, segment your dialog into panels and then start sketching a layout of your page. Finishing the scribbles for an entire page or even story arc already feels quite rewarding and it gives you a feel of control: Now you have a good overview of what you’ll have to draw and maybe you’ll find some short-cuts by reusing a couple of poses.

I gotta add that I am in no way a typical comic-artist - Like I CAN’T layout comic pages AT ALL, I just CAN’T :’D But I can think in MOVIE-SCENES, which is why I storyboard all my comics in the same 16:9 format instead. It’s convenient for me, but it also means a lot more work, since I have to fully flesh out scenes and backgrounds, while a “classic” comic has a lot of smaller panels that wouldn’t require any backgrounds. So I’m not sure if I’d recommend my way of work :’D

But I hope this still helps! I know how scary starting a new project can be, but if you keep going little by little, I can assure you that you’ll watch yourself make progress and that will fuel your motivation to keep going with your story!