#i must draw him silly or i explode

[akademiyas]

day 3 & 4: all bark & no bite

[froqgy]

with comma day coming up i have to explain my extremely extremely vague and bare bones and not at all concrete lore and character arc ideas in front of a live audience

[pucksandpower]

Say My Name

Oscar Piastri x streamer!Reader

Summary: when fans mistake Oscar for your ex while he is hanging around in the background of your stream, you get introduced to a side of Oscar that you’ve never seen before

Warnings: 18+ content

Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you narrate the intense battle unfolding on your stream. “Oh damn, that was close! I almost got sniped there.” You lean in, eyes narrowed at the screen. “Gotta be more careful or this round is over.”

The chat explodes with messages cheering you on. Being one of the top female gaming streamers has its perks, like an incredibly loyal fanbase that hangs on your every word.

You glance at the viewer count — over 50,000 watching live. Not too shabby.

“Okay team, let’s rush B, I’ll try to draw their fire.” You move your character into position, heart pounding with anticipation.

Suddenly, a quiet thump comes from the living room behind you. You start, whipping your head around, but see nothing amiss through the open doorway. Must have been your imagination.

You refocus on the game, calling out tactics to your teammates. Another muffled sound, like something soft hitting the floor, catches your attention. You turn off your video and hit mute on your mic. “Hello? Is someone there?”

No response. You’re just about to unmute when a very familiar face pops into view from the hallway. It’s your boyfriend of nearly two years.

Your face splits into a huge grin as you take in his messy hair and the rumpled clothes he slept in on the flight. “Oscar! You’re back early!”

He crosses to you, bending to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you,” he mumbles against your hair.

You tilt your face up for a proper kiss, “I missed you too, ba-”

But you’re cut off as his lips crash into yours, insistent and heated. Heat blooms in your cheeks at the sudden, passionate embrace. Far too soon, Oscar pulls away, leaving you flustered and breathless.

“Sorry,” he says with a smirk that suggests he’s anything but. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You shake your head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous. I’m working, you know.”

“So I noticed.” Oscar settles onto the couch just off-camera, casual as can be. “Don’t mind me, keep going.”

“You sure?” You eye him skeptically. The stream has been on a short period without your commentary and the chat is getting restless. “I can take a break if you want.”

He waves a dismissive hand. “No, no, I’m just going to hang out here for a bit. Go ahead.”

Hesitating only a moment, you turn your video back on and unmute your mic. “Alright folks, sorry about that little pause. I, uh, got a surprise visitor.” You gesture vaguely toward where Oscar lounges behind you.

The chat instantly lights up with questions about who was there. Smiling to yourself, you ignore them for now, re-focusing on the game.

Over the next hour, it becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate. Oscar keeps distracting you, making silly faces and gestures whenever you glance his way. More than once you have to stifle a laugh after catching sight of him. Your fans seem to find your giggly mood delightful, though they remain oblivious to the cause.

Finally, in a rare break between matches, you swivel in your chair to face him. “You’re being so disruptive,” you stage-whisper. “Don’t you have better things to do than pester me?”

Oscar feigns innocence. “Who, me? I’m just sitting here, love.”

Rolling your eyes, you stretch your arms overhead with a groan, back popping from sitting so long. Oscar’s gaze shamelessly rakes over you, darkening.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, fighting a smile.

“Like what?” His eyes glint with mischief.

You open your mouth to respond, but a new donation notification pops up on your stream, cutting you off. “Oh, wow, thanks for the ten thousand bits, Legend27!” The expensive donation isn’t that unusual, but the comment attached gives you pause.

I’m so happy you and Eric made up! You two are couple goals for real.

Frowning, you scan the new barrage of messages flooding the chat … and find dozens echoing similar sentiments.

Your stomach drops as you finally realize what your viewers think is happening. They assume Oscar is actually your ex, the one you briefly dated and had an awful breakup with over two years ago. Apparently his surprise appearance has led them to believe you two have reconciled.

Heat floods your face at the misunderstanding. Objecting seems pointless though — you’ve learned it’s better not to discuss your private romantic life on stream. “Ah, thanks guys, you’re too kind,” you finally say, aiming for a neutral tone.

Beside you, Oscar stiffens, catching the implications of the messages. His jaw clenches and you watch as his face cycles through a series of micro-expressions — first surprise, then confusion, quickly followed by displeasure and … jealousy?

Uh oh. This could get messy fast if he gets worked up. You try to subtly shake your head at him in a silent plea to ignore the chat.

No such luck. His brow furrows deeper and you can practically see the tension ratcheting up in his shoulders.

Suddenly, Oscar surges to his feet with a muttered curse. Before you can react, he’s stalking around the side of your chair until he’s directly in view of the camera’s frame.

“Oscar, what are you-”

But he cuts you off by cupping your face in his hands and kissing you hard. Your startled squeak is smothered by his fierce, possessive mouth moving over yours.

Powerless to resist the onslaught of sensations, you melt bonelessly against him as the kiss stretches on and on. Only the escalating number of notifications showing the shock and exclamations from your viewers finally breaks through the heady fog.

With extreme reluctance, Oscar ends the kiss, both of you panting. He keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your flushed skin as he growls, “She’s mine.”

Then, before you can respond, he reaches past you and slams his palm into the power button of your streaming setup, shutting everything down.

The simultaneous howl of outrage from tens of thousands of confused fans cuts off abruptly as the screen goes black. Only the two of you are left in the ringing silence that follows.

“Oscar!” You finally manage. “What was that?”

He pulls away enough to meet your wide-eyed gaze, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that steals your breath.

“I got … jealous,” he admits, seeming almost surprised at his own vehement reaction. “When they thought I was your ex. I didn’t like that at all.”

Your expression softens at his uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. Reaching out, you trace his sharp cheekbone with gentle fingers. “You have no reason to be jealous, silly man. It’s only ever been you.”

Some of the blazing heat in his stare banks into smoldering embers at your reassurance. “Yeah?” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Good.”

He leans in again until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yours. “Because you’re mine, okay? And I’m yours.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, dizzy with wanting him. “I’m all yours, Oscar.”

The possessive words seem to flip a switch in him. With a low, rumbling sound of approval, his mouth slants over yours once more in a searing, demanding kiss that makes your toes curl.

The abrupt ending to your stream is already causing a social media firestorm of epic proportions. But surrounded by the circle of Oscar’s arms, his familiar warmth and love, you can’t find it in yourself to care even a little bit.

After all, you think dizzily as he deepens the kiss, your fans should have recognized that you two were a couple from the very start — because Oscar Piastri is most definitely not your ex.

He’s your everything.

***

Oscar’s hands are everywhere, seemingly unable to get enough of you as his kisses grow more and more fervent. Your back hits the wall with a gentle thump as he crowds closer, caging you in with the solid warmth of his body.

“Missed you so much, love,” he rasps against the heated skin of your neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

A whimper escapes your lips at the scorching path his mouth blazes over your pulse point. “I m-missed you too, Oscar.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer and he rewards you by sucking a mark into the sensitive spot just below your ear. Pleasure zings along your nerves at the hint of delicious possession in the act.

When he finally pulls back to gaze at you with dark, hooded eyes, his lips are reddened from enthusiastic use. The sight sends a molten flare of desire arrowing straight to your core.

“Say it again,” he commands roughly, voice gone low and gritty in that way that never fails to make you melt.

You blink up at him, momentarily lost in a lust-fueled haze. “W-What?”

“My name.” His large hands skim over the curve of your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt. “Say my name again.”

“Oscar,” you breathe without hesitation, watching raptly as his pupils blow wider at the sound. “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...”

Each breathy iteration seems to stoke his hunger hotter. His fingers flex against your sides like he’s holding himself back from something.

On a daring whim, you slant your mouth near his ear, letting your lips brush the shell with every word. “Oscar Piastri,” you practically purr. “My Oscar.”

A broken groan is your only warning before he’s on you again, mouths crashing together in a heated crash of lips, teeth, and tangling tongues. His hand comes up to cup the nape of your neck, angling your face for deeper exploration.

When you finally manage to tear your lips away, you’re both panting harshly, chests heaving. “What’s … gotten into you?” You pant.

Rather than answer, Oscar just shakes his head and dives back in for more fervent kisses, like a man dying of thirst and you’re the most delicious drink he’s ever tasted.

It’s not until he suddenly grips your waist and spins the two of you around, depositing you on the desk with a surprising lack of finesse, that you realize just how wildly affected he is.

Oscar licks into the seam of your lips like he’s staking a claim and something within you shatters at the stark, naked wanting in his eyes when he pulls back the tiniest bit.

He just stares at you, chest heaving, gaze roving hungrily over your features like he’s memorizing you all over again. His pupils are blown wide, just thin rings of molten brown remaining around the black.

When he speaks, his voice is low and gravelly in a way that vibrates through you. “Say. My. Name.”

“Oscar,” you respond immediately, not even having to think. His hungry gaze burns over you and you feel stripped bare and vulnerable under the weight of it.

But rather than make you want to cover up, it has the opposite effect — you’re reeling him in, hands fisted in his shirt to pull him closer. You never want this delirious, frantic sense of possession and desire to end.

“Again,” he grinds out, sounding utterly wrecked already.

“Oscar.” You bare your neck for him as you say it, like presenting an offering. He groans low and deep, instantly ducking to mouth along the column of your throat.

His hands are everywhere, pushing up the hem of your top, kneading along your sides and ribs as he nips and sucks bruising paths across your collarbones and chest.

“Don’t stop saying it,” he orders, more plea than demand.

So you let his name become a breathless prayer falling from your lips, over and over between gasps and keening whimpers. You lose yourself in a heady feedback loop — the more you speak his name with naked wanting, the wilder it seems to drive him until his touch grows scattered and devouring.

At some point his hands finally succeed in tugging your shirt up and off. Your name doesn’t even register when his scorching mouth closes over one peaked bud, your back bowing at the shuddering bolt of sensation that lances through you.

All you can seem to process is the feel of his calloused palms mapping every inch of newly-exposed skin and the desperate mumble of “Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...” spilling shameless and endless from your lips.

Eventually, the heated exploration of his mouth and hands becomes too much to simply lay there and take. With a low, guttural sound you haul Oscar upright and swing your legs around his hips, relishing his full body shudder.

“Not enough,�� you accuse roughly, rolling your core against his in clear invitation. “Need you closer, Oscar.”

His heated groan at your wanton demand is music to your ears. Strong hands grasp your thighs to hitch your legs higher around his waist as he surges against you.

“So impatient, my darling girl,” he teases. This close, you can make out the faintest brush of freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones that you’ve mapped and memorized with lips and fingertips a hundred times before.

You can’t help but reach out to graze them with your thumb, gazing up at him with naked adoration. “My Oscar,” you murmur reverently.

His eyes slip shut for a beat, jaw ticking as if your words have an unexpectedly profound effect on him. When he opens them again, his gaze is fierce and intent.

“Yours,” he vows simply, leaning in to seal the promise against the plush of your lips.

The kiss is somehow softer and headier than before. You get lost in the lush glide of his mouth, every sliding brush of lip and tongue shorting out whatever rational thoughts remain until all you know is his name — the shape and taste and weight of it against your own.

It’s the only thing that seems real, vital, until at some point Oscar’s mouth leaves yours to trail hot, openmouthed kisses down your chest and stomach and lower still.

Your back bows as you squirm incoherently against the press of his lips and tongue. His restraint seems to have finally snapped, movements growing hungry and rough as he works you steadily higher.

“Oscar,” you sob out his name like you’re breaking apart, pleading for something you can’t quite name. He answers with a rumbling sound of satisfaction that vibrates hotly against your sensitized flesh.

More, is all you can think as he redoubles his efforts.

At some point, you must have arched helplessly off the desk because suddenly his hands are at the small of your back, fingertips digging in hard as he holds you arched for his questing mouth.

The intimate angle of his positioning has your jaw dropping open on a silent scream of overwhelmed pleasure. All that escapes is a strangled gasp of, “Oscar!”

He growls something incoherent against you that might be praise, might be reassurance, might just be your name groaned out roughly in shared bliss. But you honestly can’t tell anymore — you’ve transcended far past coherent speech and rational thought.

Everything has devolved into just sensation and feeling and the endless loop of his name spilling over and over from your lips like a benediction.

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar ...

Just when you think you might actually shatter into pieces from the intensity he’s wringing out of you, strong hands are abruptly hauling you up and off the desk in one smooth motion.

You cling to him with heavy limbs, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he staggers the few steps to your shared bedroom. At some point his shirt has vanished, allowing your hands free rein to roam over flexing muscle and heated skin.

When the backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, he pauses to claim your mouth in another searing, shattering kiss. He whispers something fervent and intense against your lips, your name perhaps intertwined with endearments or promises.

You can’t be sure. All you know is the shape of his name against your tongue, the only word your mind seems capable of holding onto as he lowers you reverently to the sheets and stretches out over you.

When he finally sinks into you with a harsh groan of relief, your back bows and you let out a broken, high keen — his name once more torn from your lips in breathless ecstasy.

“There you are, that’s it love,” he growls hoarsely as he begins to move, words interspersed between drugging, thorough thrusts. “Let me hear you, let me hear my name on those pretty lips.”

So you do, shamelessly loud and incoherent now as he gradually unravels you from the inside out. His name and gasped pleas and frantic praise all blur together in a continuous stream of blissful delirium.

At some point, his own control seems to splinter apart, hips snapping hard and deep as his pace turns utterly unrestrained. Still, you chase that shattering edge, crying out for Oscar as your whole world narrows to the merciless intensity of his driving thrusts and demanding hands kneading your flesh with staking ownership.

When you finally go soaring over that dizzying peak with his name torn hoarse from your throat, he follows you over almost violently with a ragged shout. Oscar’s arms shake dangerously as he holds his weight off of you, pupils swallowing up the copper of his eyes entirely in onyx pools of spent lust.

As you slowly float back down from that searing high, limbs heavy and sated, you reach up to trace the sharp line of his cheekbone. He turns his face into your palm with a shuddering exhale as if grounding himself.

For several long breaths, all that can be heard is your shaky inhales mingling together while your racing heartbeats gradually return to normal.

Finally, Oscar presses a warm, lingering kiss to the center of your palm before shifting to stretch out beside you, his weight dipping the mattress.

You immediately curl into the reassuring heat of him, despite the sweat still cooling along your skin. One of his arms bands around your waist, holding you flush against his side while his other hand comes up to card soothingly through your hair.

Nestling your face into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, you press a gentle kiss to the hollow of his throat and whisper, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” he murmurs back, low and slightly scratchy in the aftermath. You can hear the smile in his voice as his fingers keep carding idly through your hair.

Silence falls again, comfortable and peaceful in the aftermath of your frantic passion, both of you simply basking in the warmth of shared nearness.

Eventually though, the question you’ve been avoiding asking slips out in a hazy murmur. “What brought all … that … on, Oscar?”

He’s quiet for so long, you begin to wonder if he fell asleep. Just when you’re about to shift to look at him though, he speaks up.

“When your fans assumed I was your ex … the way they were celebrating that the two of you got back together ...” His fingers stroke almost absentmindedly through your hair as he pauses. “I dunno, something in me just .. .snapped a little. Seeing them say over and over how perfect he was for you ...”

He trails off with a low chuckle, and you can’t resist craning your neck to glance up at him curiously. When your eyes meet his, his expression is rueful.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of any other name on your lips, love. Even your own.” His fingertips trace the line of your jaw with unbearable tenderness. “All I wanted was for you to say my name like that — like it’s the only word that matters in the entire world.”

Just like that, a fresh ember of want rekindles low in your belly at the slightly awed honesty in his voice. You exhale a shaky breath, searching his stormy gaze for … what? Evidence of how crazily affected you are by such a simple revelation?

Whatever he finds reflected in your stare seems to give him pause as well because his eyes almost immediately darken with renewed hunger.

“Say it again then,” he husks, rolling until he’s leaned over you, hands planted on either side of your head. There’s no demand in the words, just low, thrumming need thrilling between you both.

So you reach up to cup his face in your palms, rubbing your thumbs over the sandpapery stubble along his strong jawline as you gaze adoringly up at him.

“Oscar ...” you breathe out his name like a sacred invocation. “My Oscar.”

His eyes slip shut and he makes a low, ragged sound of pure satisfaction on an exhale that ghosts across your lips.

“Yeah,” he rasps, bending lower until his forehead rests against yours. “That’s it, love … that’s all I ever want to hear.”

You pull him back down to you then, unable and unwilling to resist sealing the promise of those words against his lips with your own.

And as everything inevitably dissolves into heat and need and formless ecstasy once more, you lose yourself to the endless chant of his name on your lips — your entire world whittled down to just that one exalted word, over and over and over.

Because really, what other name could ever matter when Oscar Piastri is the only name you’ll ever need?

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could you please pleasepleaseplease p l e a s e continue the halfa cass post? I'm dying for some more of it, it's SO GOOD

The first thing Cass notices about the Fentons is how utterly silly they are. She had been expecting a group of far more regal people, especially with the castle they lived in and being protected by Phantom.

She still doesn't really understand what's going on, but she can piece together that Phantom is in charge. The people who had stopped to stare at her all whispered about the King, and she could tell that a few of them gained helpless hope by the mere sight of her.

If they were truly trapped here, then her appearance meant there was a chance of escaping.

But were they trapped because of Phantom? Dan mentioned the Fae's costumes of tricking humans into signing slavery contracts with a feast. Had Phantom done the same?

"Maddie!" Dan yells at the top of his lungs, floating towards the draw bridge. "Maddie, I think you want to look at this!"

"What is it, sweetie?" A woman calls back, quickly followed by an explosion in the left tower. Cass stiffens as the window of the tower is flung open, and a woman in an overalls sticks out her head. Behind her, black smoke rises. "I was just making headway in the latest Fenton Escaper!"

"Really? How's that going?"

"It exploded! There is nothing left!" She beams, pulling her oversized goggles off her head. They leave a black outline around her eyes. .

Dan's body language doesn't show his surprise at her failure. In fact he seems oddly amused. It must be a common thing."I supposed that's good?"

"Oh, it's wonderful! Jake is going to be so happy that it reacted quickly to the new element!" The woman chirps. "He's out with Danny, gathering some more supplies for our people."

"They went hunting without me?"

"You know you're grounded, young man."

Wait, was this woman Dan's mother? Could the dead have parents? Or was it more of an adoption relationship?

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. Anyway, Maddie, I wanted to introduce you to the new arrival-"

"You brought a girl home!" Maddie cuts him off, flinging herself out the window. Cass would have rushed to her aid were it not for her apparent control as she spun into a landing. "Hello there! I'm Maddie Fenton! Dan's mother from another timeline, welcome to the family!"

Cass could tell she was going for a hug before the hug arrived, but she was still somewhat surprised by how forward Maddie was. Oddly friendly in a way no one in Gotham dared to be. Unless they were crazy like Harely. She can only blink as the woman wraps her up in an embrace, her muscles belying her small frame.

A fighter. A rather skilled one at that.

"I was so worried Dan would never find a partner!"

"Maddie! She's not my girlfriend!" Dan hisses, "She's a kid!"

"I'm twenty-one" Cass corrects

"A baby," Dan insists.

"Oh, that's a shame. She's gorgeous- from what I can see with the mask. The grandchildren would have been beautiful." Maddie sighs, letting her go. Then, it seems the woman noticed her features for the first time because she looked startled. "Are you a living human?"

"Worst. She's a halfa," Dan responds. Maddie's upper body goes rigid, and Cass can see thousands of emotions go through her—shock, denial, awe, wonder, glee, despair—to name a few—before she settles on one.

Glee.

"Jazz! Dani! Come here!" She screams, and Cass only has a few seconds to step away from Maddie's sudden craze before another glowing blur speeds towards them.

It's a younger version of Dan but female. She stops just short of ramming into Dan with a giggle. "Made you flinch!"

"You did not."

"Did, too." The girl, nineteen maybe, insists but twists to Maddie while speaking. It doesn't seem like she thinks about whether she is correct. Cass wondered if she should say that Dan really did not flinch. Besides his hair swaying slightly by the gust of wind she created, he hadn't moved from his crossed-arm position. "Who's this?"

"A new Halfa!" Maddie cheers.

The girl's friendly demeanor crumbles into horror. "What?"

"I know- isn't this exciting?"

"No, Mom, it means she died." Yet another voice sighs. "What did we say about our science?"

"Not to let it overpower my morals and to be tactful of other feelings." Maddie quotes with an eye roll, though Cass can tell she's not bothered by the reminder. Strutting from the castle draw bridge, the only one that uses it is a beautiful woman clad in a purple sleeveless dress.

She moves with the confidence and elegance Cass had expected of a Queen. It's when she stands next to Maddie that it becomes clear they are mother and daughter- almost all her features are a copy of Maddie. "Hello there. I'm Jazz Fenton. I heard you've been through a horrible ordeal. I'm very sorry for your loss of life."

Cass blinks at her, then shrugs. She isn't sure if she is grateful that Damian's ninja mask is still across her face, keeping her amusement hidden.

Jazz smiles even wider. "Welcome to Phantom's Keep. We welcome you inside."

Hmmm, well, no, Cass did not like how she said that. Sounded a little too Fae-like for her taste.

Jazz isn't aware of her unease as she gestures to the castle. "We have some questions on how you arrived. See, Dan and I thought you had died and placed you in the sector for new ghosts. Dan was supposed to greet you and get you settled. But your new status changes everything."

Was Jazz....Phantom?

If so, Cass needed to be careful how she continued interacting with the woman. She didn't want to get stuck here for seven years, either. She had a family she was going to get back to.

__________________________________________________________

"Where is Cass? She hasn't checked in for days," Bruce asks his children, looking over everyone's logs. Her last entry was twenty-four days ago, a short "Investigating Amity Park—pending field report" blinking on his screen.

"I'll ask Raven." Damian volunteered. "She should be able to give more insight into Cass' mission."

"Thank you, son."

Bruce hoped the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was just untreated paranoia like his children liked to claim and not that something had happened to his daughter. He never liked it when his gut feelings were right.

They were never a good reason.

[romb-thankyoub]

I thought that since Mithrun doesn't really have the desire to eat until he is almost dying from starvation that he also wouldn't have the desire to stop eating if there's food given to him nonstop until he like... explodes- so I came up with this scenario^^ I just thought it was silly silly and sketched it out

Also, idk how to do comic panels well, so I just draw each page individually 😭 one day

Since my handwriting is bad, here's what each page says:

1st page:

Laios: Hey, Senshi... did you notice how *easily* Mithrun ate that? I'm stuffed and he finished it like it was nothing.

Senshi: Hmm. *nod nod* Yes, I even gave him the bigger bowl cause he looked rathr skinny.

Mithrun: *munch munch*

2nd page:

Laios: Skinny... he must not be eating enough.. and he's starving... maybe that's why he ate all of it with ease.. but he was trying to be discreet and polite about it..

Senshi: ...!!

3rd page:

Senshi: Please, eat more.. there's plenty left.

Laios: eh-? (That was quick)

Mithrun: ...

4th page:

Senshi: Hm?

5th page:

Senshi: MM!

6th page:

Laios: SO ITS TRUE (it explains so much..)

Senshi: Laios... we have to make this man more food...

7th page:

Laios and Senshi: talking about what and how they can make the food

Mithrun: *thinking: this is good*

8th page:

Sometime later

Marcille: Hey, guys! We're back!

9th page:

Marcille: AH-

Kabru: Oh, I didn't realize-

10th page:

Kabru: CAPTAIN!?

Mithrun: *has eaten 3 courses of food*

Laios: We have some more ready!

[frostbitebakery]

You See Such Mad Things Happening

an The Unlucky Ones snippet

The Curse rises out of him, ghostly bones tapping along his arm in question.

Bly doesn’t know how to answer. His chest feels funny still. Scientist Se has patiently explained to him - “you died” - what had happened before he woke up. But he must’ve done it wrong?

There’s transparisteel cubes around the capsules now.

“I want my batch,” he whispers into his arm, carefully muffled, daringly out loud. He shouldn’t. He must already be in trouble for dying wrong.

He can’t even hear the thuds of Wolffe punching against his own cube. His knuckles are bloody and used to write mean things.

Cody is trying to get Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe will get in trouble, too. He surely will be disciplined if he doesn’t wipe away the mean words.

The Curse puts a hand against the glass, skull turning to look at Bly.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. “Maybe it’s because you acted funny yesterday?”

The Curse had grown so large, had called its other halves to itself until they melted into each other. It had looked beautiful and it had felt— scary. But that’s dumb. They’re clones, there’s no need to feel scared if the fear response isn’t to release adrenaline in order to accomplish the mission in an efficient and timely manner.

The lights had clattered and exploded all around them, white halls plunged into darkness, the transparisteel glittering down to the floor. It had been so pretty.

Commander Fordo had snagged him up while Commander Alpha-Seventeen had carried Cody away in the other direction. Gree had been taken away by another Alpha class, too fast for Bly to see who it was.

Cody had looked as mesmerized as Bly had felt. Everyone else had panicked.

And now there are transparisteel cubes around their capsules.

“What if I have a bad dream again?” He can’t go to Cody. Or Wolffe. Or Fox. Or—

He rubs the sniffle into his sleeve. He can’t go to anyone.

The Curse curls around him and he imagines, with everything he’s got, that he can feel it, that it has flesh and skin and warmth.

He comes out of a light doze when a bony hand waves in front of his face, flowing to the bottom edge of the mattress and pointing.

“Stop it, silly,” he chides and looks around. No one is watching him. Fox is playing hand signals with his Curse. Cody ignores his like always. Wolffe— Wolffe isn’t there. Where—

His brother is guided back into their capsule room by an angry looking Alpha-Seventeen, cleaning droid under one arm.

The Curse taps the mattress again and Bly minutely shakes his head. Not while Alpha-Seventeen is here. Bly trusts him with his life but this isn’t about his life.

“Start of night cycle,” the voice in the ceiling announces and the capsules automatically close.

He hurriedly ducks his head and lies down.

The Curse is still outside his body, illuminating the inside enough to crawl to the end of the mattress and fumble a hand under it until he finds the slit in the cover, the pens and flimsi.

He makes himself comfortable on his stomach, knowing the Curse will hover around and through him.

The Curse snaps its jaw a few times, that weird metal rattle only felt, not heard.

“What do you want me to draw?”

The pen follows the glowing finger bones, tracing curves and circles. No straight lines, no hard edges.

Bly looks at the thing when they’re done, angles the flimsi to get a better idea. “What is it? Looks like something from survival sims.” He squints, holds the drawing closer to his face. “Is that a—“ He falters. Stupid survival sims. He knows this. His memory was literally engineered to be eidetic. “A… an angiosperms type plant?”

The Curse hovers next to him, mute.

“A flower, silly.”

It tilts its skull and one of its hands comes out of his chest where his heart is.

“Uh, thank you?” Bly has no idea what the Curse means.

It snaps its jaws at him before sinking into his skin again.

“Goodnight to you, too,” he grins, carefully tucking the drawing under his nightshirt.

[nights-at-crystarium]

You know what, I assume that people always read my pinned, or notice the pointer "new reader? start here" in every new Fragments' episode. I might be deluding myself. So hi hello lemme TALK ABOUT MY COMIC.

Before I get too rambly (and I mean RAMBLY), here's a quick intro. Fragments is a comic focused on feels and slice of life, made by a queer guy, aiming to ~character study~ the main cast (Vivi, Raha, Alisaie, Feo Ul) and fill in the gaps in canon (or linger in canon moments that needed more air imo), the tone ranging from angst to fluff to meme. Good punches require a good windup, so please don't expect angst anytime soon :3c

The story's segmented (fragmented, heh) into episodes. Episodes 1-11 take place in ARR, you can enjoy them with no worry about spoilers. Episode 12 onward is ShB, with all the spoilers and lorebending.

My storytelling style assumes you haven't only played through ShB, but know it like the back of your hand, i.e. it's for nerds and thinkers. Of course there's plenty of silly moments that don't require any deep knowledge, but the overarching story does. Often I skip canon events, only hinting that they took place, simply because I don't wanna retell the msq 1:1, I've got plenty of original scenes waiting to be drawn. You're in for a treat if you like obsessing over emotional and moral implications of things. And, yes, this's a story about a morally grey mc. Don't expect to be spoon-fed "and this's why that thing's bad, kids".

Currently I've outlined all the main story beats up until post EW, so it's like, not being winged as I go. Yes I refine things here and there, but I know where I'm going. I'm going ham!!!! With the lorebending post ShB. Initially I didn't plan to, but the more I learned about Vivi and personally grew as a writer, the more courage I got to "divorce" from canon. The general xiv story may still be good wherever it's headed, but it's not suited for an established wolgraha, so I'm making food for myself.

Everyone imagines the lil scenes from their wol's life, I'm taking that a tiiiiiny step further. Fragments tells a cohesive story that's looking to be the longest project at least in our corner. I can and will hyperfixate on this for years.

I started out just like many others, being hit with ShB like a truck, I wanted to put a catboy under a microscope and rotate him forever. Although I'd already been drawing for decades, I didn't have the comic-making skills yet, or eloquence to write the dialogue, so I spent the first half of 2022 self-studying, just because I needed a mouth to be able to scream about my ship.

Vivi didn't exist prior to my obsession with Exarch. He was made for this, he started out as a reagent (or a foil, now that I know fancy writing terms) for a rich and fun chemistry, and keep myself entertained for years, first and foremost.

Me, a fool: okay let's make a guy that falls in love with Exarch in this particular moment, what kinda life must he have led to- Me: ....oh no

The chemistry quickly bubbled up and exploded in my face, involving not only Exarch, but other characters (first as a means to subtly tell about Vivi, then they also demanded their own screentime), and here I am, sitting with a massive script on my hands, drawing my blorbos every day. Thanks for enabling that btw.

I care about characters a lot. I ask a lot of whys and hows. I'm critical-minded and burned on many bad stories that did their characters dirty, and I wanna be an opposing example. What I'm doing is extremely ambitious and risky, yes, but I can only invite you to tag along and see if I stick to my word.

The internet's a cruel and unforgiving place nowadays, and here I am, pitting my passion against what feels like decaying humanity. I'm making this comic to keep myself happy above all else, being sincere and cringe because life's too short to be anything else.

Thanks for reading this, and if you haven't yet, read Fragments here!

[brucewaynehater101]

Sorry love space world building so wanted to add onto the fashion world building

So fun ideas for Tim Ruler of Worlds AU

To start, I think that the discowing inspired fashion becomes synonymous with formal ware. Because it was for a bet, they probably only plan on wearing the outfit one time for one major public event, so the planetary citizens think that “oh this must be a special outfit” AND this leads to them adopting discowing inspired trends into their own local customs for formal wear (bright colors, feathers, fringe, sequins, rhinestones, glitter, etc) (like how people copy royal fashion trends)

After seeing the popularity of the first discowing fashion trend (and subsequent subject happiness boost) Tim makes this the standard bet for YJ. Like whenever you wanna have a bet it’s not like “do this for $20” it’s “do this for public appearance in discowing” (“discowing” first becomes a name for an entire subset of fashion) They use it so frequently that there are so many different varieties and styles for Tim’s subjects to adopt (I also think that Tim’s subjects adopt everyday style fashion from YJ casual and costume outfits but that’s not the focus right now even if it’s also really fun)

Dick’s just feeling like such a good big brother/mentor figure cause his little brother and all his friends keep coming to him to play “design the costume” He knows they’re never going to wear whatever he designs (he never sees it on Earth so how would he know) But he’s glad they’re having fun hanging out with him nonetheless

(His heart explodes when he eventually finds out about the planets with “discowing” fashion. Explodes!)

Additionally, I think that because they end up making a lot of their public appearances in “discowing” fashion, the YJ and Tim start calling his empire “the discowing worlds,” aka, world where they’ve worn “discowing”

But after they end up referring to the discowing worlds while on a planet ruled by Tim,

“The Discowing Worlds” becomes the unofficial official name of Tim’s empire

All the different planets have their own local language variations of the name cause the cultural context of disco and wing are kinda hard to translate into something similar to “discowing” but they try (So like “the worlds of color and flight” or “flying music” or “song wing empire” or “space of radiant feathers” etc)

(This becomes the second use of the phrase “discowing” fashion aka how other galactic peoples refer to fashion trends from the discowing worlds)

I also think that the term “discowing” is only really used by Batfam and friends so it’s really unlikely that any of the human GLs have heard of the nickname for the costume. When they hear the name of the empire they can obviously tell that it’s human in origin and what each component means, but that doesn’t mean they could figure out that it’s referring to nightwing or use it to actually figure out Tim’s identity as mystery overlord (Maybe if they told JL, someone could figure it out but I just don’t think anyone who could figure out the connection would bother to tell the GLs what’s going on or even seriously consider that it’s an actual connection and not a funny coincidence)

So yeah Tim and YJ mess around and make Dick’s brand of fashion a flamboyant well-respected sub-genre of galactic style and accidentally name an empire after the poor design skills of the first Robin in the process

My gods. This would be hilarious to witness (Tim's entire empire being named variations of discowing. Some of the variations seemed rad, but the OG name is silly).

I wanted to add on, though, that YJ encounters a disco hell at some point. I wonder if that plot line could fit anywhere into this as well?

I'd also love to see drawings of their various "royal" outfits.

[princess-of-the-corner]

I must have missed zamauta's previous Asks of this AU, but, yeah. For as silly as One Piece can often be, it handles some pretty serious stuff.

Yamato, as just one example. When he was eight (and referred to by the Beast Pirates as "Oni Princess"), he found the journal of the previous ruler of Wano, Oden, on the ground and decided he wanted to be just like him. So Kaido, his dad, put exploding handcuffs on him and locked him in a cell with three of Oden's samurai and only enough food for one person.

Fortunately, the samurai heard Yamato say "I want to be Oden!" and responded with "you know, I think you'd do great at that" then gave all the food to Yamato.

There's a minor joke, though, in that while Kaido's a shit dad, he never once misgendered Yamato. Just hates the fact that Yamato idolizes his biggest enemy.

I don't have time to edit the community meme so just imagine it with "I can excuse *lists all those fucked up crimes* but I draw the line at misgendering!"/"You can excuse-?!"

[bluetooththereptile]

Someone asked: How would yandere Batboys(Separate and including Bruce) react to reader drawing silly doodles on their face while sleeping with a pen or something? And maybe even putting makeup and stuff lol

Your man as a hero tends to get exhausted often so it’s not a strange sight to see him sleep on the couch or take a short nap on the bed. But you still want to spend time with him and his sleeping schedule doesn’t let you do that. So you decide to busy yourself with something that would turn into something even more fun…

Dick had fallen asleep on the kitchen table for the 3rd time in the month already and you were tired of watching him sleep, but you knew if you woke him up he wouldn’t sleep much after even if he went to bed as soon as possible. You didn’t want to wake him up but you were bored, your phone was charging and you couldn’t watch TV because of the noises it made. You had to be creative and seeing your makeup bag on the counter made the lamp of ideas pop out of your head.

Dick woke up with a pain in his neck since he had rested his head at an uncomfortable angle. You were sitting next to him with a wide grin on your face “Hi!…” dick said with a sleepy voice as he yawned. You nodded your head now pressing your lips together “Did I fall asleep here again?” You nodded your head faster, now your face seemed strange, like you were in pain, nodding your head violently “Um…you okay?” You gave him a quick “mhm” as he narrowed his eyes at you “Why does my face feel weird?” He rubbed his face and felt something sticky on it. Seeing his eyes widen at the sight of the face foundation you exploded. You laughed for a solid half an hour before you could catch your breath, but the ick just sat there processing what was going on. And when it sunk in his head he did something you didn’t expect “You up for some couple pictures?” And with your agreement, you would take a ton of pictures with dick posing lewdly in them with the messy makeup on.

Jason was sleeping soundly on his bed when you came back home, all excited to tell him about your day, but seeing him sleeping like that was a blow to your expectations, he had promised to wake up before you were back but he was still sleeping like there was no tomorrow. You were mad but you didn’t know how to punish him for that until your new set of markers sparkled as you set your eyes upon them. It was going to be fun. You thought with a mischievous grin.

Jason was up for an hour now and he was still laying in bed, processing his dreams “I think I shouldn’t have eaten those chicken nuggets before sleeping” he mumbled as he left his comfortable bed, walked to the bathroom, heard the TV he could tell you were home and he winced at remembering his promise, okay maybe he had to make it up to you later, for now, he had to wash his sleep away, but his time at the shower was going to turn out as he had expected. “(Y/NNNNNNN!)” Jason’s angry yell made you giggle devilishly as you changed the channels, he must have been really angry at seeing the silly doodles of a unicorn and Easter eggs on his face, but he had learned his lesson about ignoring his promises in the most cringy way!

Tim had fallen asleep during the lunch break, again, and watching him drool with his mouth open was no fun. It was silly to wait for your boyfriend’s nap to end so you could have your lunch before you went back to studying, you wanted to slam the whole lunch tray on his head. But you just groaned and mumbled curses under your breath as an idea popped in your head. “You’ll pay for making me wait, dude, you’ll pay for it!” You mumbled with a smirk as you drew on his face with your pen, remembering what he had said about loving your doodles.

You would ignore Tim’s angry babbling as you gave him a towel, you both had missed your classes since he had forced you to help him wash all of those doodles of hearts and silly texts off of his face “Come oooon!” You nagged “Shut it! It’s all your fault!” You rolled your eyes before bursting at seeing Tim’s blue face. Let’s say you wouldn’t get to kiss him for a while.

After a bad argument, you had decided to pay Damian back by wasting his precious ink on his face. You would move the brush on his face delicately to not wake him up, thickening his brows and painting beard and mustache on his skin. He had just come back from a mission and had fallen asleep in mere seconds. But you were still mad so you gave him the look he always hated.

“(Y/N) if you stop I’ll make it quick and painless!” Damian hissed as he ran after you in the halls with the inky brush in his hand, but you just laughed at that and kept running away “This is what you get for yelling at me baby!” But Damian only growled at your reply running faster. You would end up painted black by Damian and you two would laugh about it whenever you recall the memory.

Laying beside Bruce you sighed, watching as the handsome man’s resting face twitch a little as he dreamed. You tried to not poke his flesh too much as you moved the marker on his face, creating his best quotes as batman in the silliest ways on his face and chest, trying to stop your giggles with soft sighs, trying to not ruin the prank you had planned for your husband.

“Seriously?” Bruce put his hands on his hips as he watched himself in the mirror “I am the night on my forehead?” He posed in front of the mirror making you laugh harder “It looks dramatic…I like it! I look like those gangsters that tattoo everything on their body…it’s easy to remove marker right?” He asked as he looked at you and you shook your head at that making his eyes widen for a good second, but his hand moved to wipe the marks away easily and he sighed before jumping on the bed taking you in his arms “Now you mess with me?” He would say as he tickles you.

[fayes-fics]

Fireworks

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Watching fireworks with Benedict

Authors note: This little bit of Benedict fluff was written for and is dedicated to @makaylan . I hope you enjoy. 😊

You draw a shawl around your shoulders and step out onto the balcony. The night air is cool but refreshing. The first explosion drew your attention from your book, so you decided to investigate. You always love a fireworks display.

Looking skyward, you watch a starburst of blue light up the rooftops around your London home. You feel the accompanying bang in your ribcage; they must be letting them off very close by.

You startle slightly as a pair of hands grab your waist, then relax as they encircle you; a warm body presses against your back. The woodsy scent of his cologne is so familiar and comforting.

You sigh contentedly, resting the side of your head against his cheek.

“I thought I might find you out here when I heard the first firework”, Benedict rumbles, looking up as a shower of orange sparks falls above you.

“I know it sounds silly, but I find it just so magical”, your voice enchanted.

He laughs affectionately and turns his head to kiss your temple.

“It doesn’t sound silly at all,” he reassures, his warm breath dusting your cheekbone and wrapping his arms tighter just as the sky lights up red.

“How is the painting going?” You ask, watching embers fall onto the roof opposite. Always keen to hear how his work is progressing.

“Let’s just say I’m feeling more inspired now than I have been all day “, he sighs, slightly weary, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your stomach.

“I’m sure whatever you have done is wonderful,” you assure him, placing your hands over his and lacing your fingers. “Everything you paint is beautiful to me,” you add, watching specks of bright green.

You feel his smile against your face. “Thank you, my love. Always the objective party,” he teases gently.

“You would paint an exquisite fireworks display,” you say thoughtfully.

“Hmmm, maybe I will one day”, he responds idly, starting to rock your body gently. “But only if I can include the beautiful woman enraptured by the sight”, his voice warm.

Your breath catches as lines of gold and white explode like the fronds of a palm tree. Always your favourite firework.

You turn your head and kiss his jaw. “You can paint me as often as you want, Mr Bridgerton”.

“How about right now, Mrs Bridgerton?” He whispers huskily, moving to capture your lips as the fireworks display ends.

Well, who could say no to that proposal?

no taglist as this is a short drabble

[ruuleerr]

HEAVY TRIP

physical affection headcannons

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turo

- shy boy. shies away from physical affection. at first.

- likes hugs and hand holding and all that stuff. does not know how to ask or initiate said stuff.

- you touch him and the boy dies. face explodes. brain stops. leaves this plane of existence.

- he tries to hold your hand. then he really awkwardly and obviously plays it off.

- "there was a bug...on your hand." (lie)

- the first time you hug him he stops breathing. he panics . is he supposed to hug back???? what does he do? brain shut off.

- eventually he does get more comfortable, but he never outright asks for anything. he will however stand closer if he wants affection, and will keep looking at you and looking away (until you get the hint.)

- if he's really pumped up on adrenaline or excited he will pick you up and swing you around, and then blush about it and get all apologetic (such a sweet boy he's so cute)

- BEST HUGGER SHUT THE FUCK UP.

- he is so big and so huggable.

- his hair gets in your face (sorry not sorry).

- boobs sorry your face in his boobs during hug sorry

xytrax

- physical affection. what. come again.

- not accustomed to physical affection. at all.

- the most physical this boy gets to anyone is exchanging cds.

- so when you start touching him. boy is confused.

- why are you touching his arm. what is the purpose of this.

- later on he gets used to it. and it becomes part of his routine.

- he comes to expect that when he sits down, you sit down beside him. and if you don't he is confused. why are you not sitting right beside him. why are you breaking the established routine. he will stare at you. until you sit beside him.

- does not understand cuddling. sorry if you like to cuddle. he isn't a fan of the body heat. you have a blanket for a reason.

- despite the fact that he does not like cuddling, he will let you sleep on him.

- as soon as you are asleep he moves you.

- hand holding is kind of gross to him

- sweaty hands

- you can hold pinkies or something (he still does not understand the point no matter how many times you tell him you just like the intimacy)

- confused sweetheart

- kisses are cool tho (just do not fuck up his bad ass corpse paint he will be UPSET)

- hair. you want to play with his hair? please do.

- boys hair is long for a reason.

- brush his hair he very much likes it.

lotvonen

- handsy

- likes being touched

- requirement : play with his hair or die

- will smile so wide so big he cheeses

- holding hands is a must.

- boy wants attention all the time.

- arm around you, all the time.

- cuddles so hard .

- you will be trapped in a web of his legs arms and hair

- likes to pick you up because he's silly like that

- likes to play with your hair too

- he lays on you. like a cat.

- anywhere you are sitting. he will be sitting too.

- always giggling about it. holding hands? giggles. hugs? big giggles. kissing? muffled giggling.

- his love language is physical affection.

- he is so so warm. and he wants to cuddle. all the time. he sweats. so badly.

- wants you by his side always everywhere does not care where.

- likes to sketch on you. he always has a pen on him and will sketch little doodles on your hand or arm when he is bored.

- sketches little animals on you.

- “look! it is a cat, it has the ears and the whiskers !”

- tell him you love his drawings he will giggle blush and kick his feet

jynnky

- also handsy

- likes to touch

- he is so sweet he likes to hold your hands and rub his thumb over the back of your haND HBDHDHE

- his hand resting on your hip or waist always

- hhnnnn HAND KISSES HE KISSES YOUR HAND HES SO GENTLEMAN

- forehead kisses too oh god cries

- so sweet

- love this boy

- loves to pick you up or carry you. i am adamant about this you cannot change my mind.

- massages.

- he .

- massages.

- he will play with your hair while you are lying on his chest do not get me STARTED

- likes having his hair played with too (literally all of them.)

- literally it’s so soft and long. he’d even let you braid it if you wanted (please)

- okay but paint his fingernails. whatever colors you want he does not care. it could be black or hot pink he loves it either way. he wears that shit with pride.

- this boy is always showering you in affection. always always always.

- i lob jynnky .

[gemwing2010]

🧜🏻‍♀️🌊 The Misty Mermaid Review 💧🫧

The Misty Mermaid is one of my favourite episodes way back in Pokémon Indigo League, the very first series in the Pokémon anime series that started it all for my life of devotion to the franchise. And it is also one of my favourite episodes to centre around Misty where she has a moment to shine. And it also serves a bit of potential foreshadowing of her own evolution into the mature, competent and responsible Cerulean Gym Leader than all three of her older sisters combined.

What started out as a quick stop at Misty’s home at the Cerulean to give her Horsea a bigger place to swim around in than a small fountain, her older sisters, Daisy, Violet and Lily, had opened a new underwater ballet titled “The Magical Mermaid”, revealing Misty to be in the starring role as the titular mermaid… without her consent.

After some persuasion from Daisy, Misty reluctantly accepts the role and immediately has to get up to speed with the script and what she needed to do.

Meanwhile, Team Rocket are up to no good as usual, planning to steal some valuable Pokémon. Upon spotting the promo poster of the Cerulean Sisters’ show, the Terrible Trio decided to make a tidal wave of trouble to make the show a total washout (pun not intended) and rob them blind of all of the Water Pokémon.

The following night of the performance, the first act of The Magical Mermaid went without a hitch as Misty performed so well as she swam and danced with all of the Pokémon performing, most especially some of her own Pokémon as well as her sisters’ Seel.

However, just as the first act was drawing the close, Violet and Lily, who were taking the role of a pair a of wicked pirates who take the Mermaid hostage, demanding her to reveal to them the location of hidden treasure, Team Rocket barged in to ruin everything.

In Act 2 of the play, Team Rocket literally stole the show as Jessie and James wore outfits that didn’t fit the theme of the performance (but it comes off hilariously silly to see James dressed in a pink tutu while he comments about “stealing men’s clothes next time).

As Misty struggles to protect the Pokémon Team Rocket attempted to steal, Ash Brock and Pikachu literally dived in to lend their friend a hand, filling in for Daisy’s place as the hero of the story. It was originally intended for Daisy, playing as a handsome prince who would rescue the Mermaid from the pirates, but she had to tend to her younger sisters, who had been bound, gagged and stuffed in one of the lockers by Team Rocket’s meddling.

This episode also shows that Jessie’s Arbok puts up a better fight than usual and came almost close to overpowering the heroes’ Pokémon given the close all with its fight with Horsea. And it also reveals that Misty’s Psyduck, ironically, can’t swim despite being a Water-Type when her sisters thought it was a good idea to have him join in the fray.

When Jessie grows sick of the battle, she calls in the big guns and orders Arbok to use Poison Sting to finish the good guys off. I think that must have been a dub error since Arbok just bared its fangs and tried to take a bite out of the heroes’ Pokémon. Just as Arbok had them cornered, Seel steps in and reveals it’s a very strong fighter as Misty takes command of the attacks.

After landing a few strong hits, Seel suddenly evolves into a Dewgong and easily curb-stomped Arbok and Ice Beamed Team Rocket. After pulling all of the Water Pokémon safely out of the water, Ash has Pikachu use an epic Thundershock on the water, shocking the still frozen Jessie, James and Arbok, shattering the ice and they explode out the water. After a powerful tail slap from Dewgong, they were literally thrown back into Meowth and their hot air balloon, blasting off once again.

Despite Team Rocket’s interference, The Magical Mermaid was a huge hit. However since Misty still has to leave home and continue travelling with her friends, her sisters decided to each take turns as the main character. They also requested her to leave some of her Pokémon to stay with them at the Gym for a while, partly to help out with their show. So, we sadly have to say goodbye to Misty’s Horsea and Starmie.

After an interesting experience in a ballet they would never forget, our heroes departed Cerulean City and continue on their journey to Viridian City in the quest for Ash to win his 8th and final Gym Badge so he can finally compete in the Pokémon League.

While there might be some flaws and errors here and there, I personally enjoyed this episode since I have a soft spot for mermaids since years of watching Disney’s The Little Mermaid. And Misty looked so pretty with longer hair and her mermaid costume was so cute.

Happy MerMay everyone and may your dreams shine. ✨

[plutobutartsy]

ohoho i shall be (evil face)

di i demand to be the first to be informed about new oc developments!!!!! >:(

but in the meantime i'm kicking down your door and making you listen to my oc rambles (also tagging holly @swanconcerto cause she seemed interested hehe)

for one i found a drawing of Briar c:

this is like his fancy special occasion outfit he doesn't normally dress like that (to Evie's chagrin). he usually dresses in like a casual dark academia style? lots of sweater vests and black but also red sometimes!

i only have old drawings of Evelyn that don't match how i imagine her anymore so :((

okay anyway i wanna ramble about them being cute together so !!! first meeting!!!

they first met at the grocery store that Briar works at and like. it was a mess.

yes, Briar usually pretends to be very arrogant but he's still at the very least polite to the customers

so imagine the crisis his manager goes through when Evie comes in and Briar is just unbelievably rude to her😭

she comes up to him and asks if he can show her where the flour is and he's like "find it yourself or ask somebody else" and then he fucking bolts to the break room

it's not on purpose okay he's a loser and saw a pretty girl and his mind just shut down so he acted on reflex

meanwhile Evie is all like "okay wow this is the first time i worked up the courage to ask a worker for help and this happens. what if i die."

Briar's manager jumps in and helps her and then immediately rushes off to scold Briar

the only reason he didn't get fired on the spot was because this is the first time this happened and also Briar just looks like he's ready to pass out right then and there so the manager takes pity

Briar is panicking because "nooOoOOoooo i was a dick to the pretty girl i have no chance now" and Evie is panicking because "omg i must have said something wrong oh god this dude hates me now i can never come back here"

they're so fucking stupid i love them

Evelyn avoids the grocery store for a while because she's absolutely MORTIFIED but her efforts all went to waste because Briar shows up at HER place of work

total accident btw because he was also completely mortified, but his sister is a regular there and recommended it to him

(it's his 3rd sister btw!! the 20ish one who likes bugs, she's probably the closest with Briar out of all 4 siblings)

Evie sees him come in and almost fucking explodes on the spot

Briar sees her behind the counter and goes through 25 stages of grief at once

it's right after lunch rush so they're basically alone safe for the old lady sitting in the corner and Makena in the back room

Briar wants to apologize but he just can't lol but he does manage to not be inncredibly rude again

it's like really fucking awkward i can't lie HAHAGDD

but when he goes to order he asks for Evie's recommendation and she's like :O so he doesn't hate me??

he actually sits down at the counter even though he finds it terrifying

and anyway he really likes the pastery she recommended him so he's like "wow these are rly good do you guys get them delivered or do you make them yourselves?"

and Evelyn fucking loses it because !!!! i made those!!!!!!!!! and she's just so happy and goes on a ramble about how she tried a new recipe and these are a bit of an experiment and oh she was just so scared nobody would like them

and then BRIAR is in his head all like "!!!! if i come here again!!! i get to talk to her AND eat delicious stuff she makes!!!!!!!!"

like he doesn't even care that it has no nutritional value for him lol

more silly shenanigans once they get closer/start dating

so much food omg he cooks for her and she bakes for him

words of affirmation is deffo a love language they share

Briar's is also gift giving and remember his family is loaded

Evie can't go into any store with him because the second she looks interested in something he already bought it

Evie is big on physical touch. ALWAYS holding hands. a billion forehead kisses. like thank god they don't go to the same school because they would make everybody SICK

they're both so impressed by the others powers

Evie makes something float and Briar loses his mind because WOW THSTS SO COOL!!!!

Briar and vampire speed. he's like a 10 year old trying to impress his crush in p.e. like "look how fast i can run!!!" it's very silly but Evelyn still claps for him

there's like a lake near them in the woods and Evie is like "hear me out what IF you throw me across all the way to the other side of the lake and then you run there and catch me can you do that??" and Briar's all like girl you are insane

but they do it anyway and it's Evie's favourite thing

Evie takes him to broom races and he almost died when he saw just how fast she actually flies on that fucking stick with no safety nets whatsoever

also takes him with her on some regular flights and he likes the view but the height is also scary. like he trusts her fully but GOD

Evie was devastated when she found out that vampires can't turn into bats

[peaterookie]

Lupin III Chapter 46 Review

helloo its time for chapter fourty six

so for extra context because in this chapter goemon and lupin are enemies again and that might confuse people for some reason when the manga chapters were collected into tankobons, the chapter's order were shuffled a bit

so chapter 46 here was actually chapter 36 in the original release order and the chapter where lupin and goemon became allies was chapter 56 so it makes sense with that context in mind

On with the chapter!!

chronologically this was after lupin met goemon the first time and was seeking for the alchemy formula if anyone actually remembered

lupin, this time, hires fujiko mine to meet goemon again and try to lure his master out to give them the alchemy formula (as you can see both sides are terribly stubborn) goemon stops her but spares her because in his words he would refuse to ever kill a woman. ah yes... the most basic trope in all of humanity.

fujiko tries to shoot him but he cuts the bullet cleanly in half then she just kinda leaves LMAO

fujiko returns to lupin and jigen who studies the bullet that goemon cut up and they're like wow this guy is insane lupin then tells fujiko that she somehow passed his test and gives her these tools and a badge to wear

not sure what they are yet? but we'll find out soon it's definitely something silly and sinister though...

then we timeskip to goemon and his master in their house and then BOOM FUJIKO APPEARS AGAIN

goemon must be so tired of her already his master also comes out too hearing the commotion outside

as that is happening, lupin is hearing into their conversations and also spying on them somehow through a monitor i'm assuming he can hear them because of fujiko's badge what a snitch!

hes also excited since they finally got the master to come out which means he can blackmail him into giving them the alchemy formula holy shit look at this page

SEE THE STYLE CHANGE FROM THE TOP HALF TO THE BOTTOM HALF??? this is because in the original magazine version, some pages had some parts where advertisements were inserted in thus, when it was collected in volume format, monkey punch had to go back and draw the blank areas where the ad was, hence how the new panels are just a bunch of fillers and lead up to barely nowhere.

source: https://twitter.com/ikemoto06/status/1527809380833722368?s=20&t=mXhtu09VlZoRhLyr8PxueA

its such a cool way to see how his art style has changed over the years lupin comes back from the future to fill in some gaps

back to the story as lupin is listening in, fujiko decides to continue on with the plan WHICH IS TO EXPLODE THE HOUSE ?????

SHEESH I KNOW YOU GUYS WANTED TO LURE HIM OUT BUT NOT LIKE THISAHAHAHA goemon then stops her and him and the master gives up and goes along with lupin's wishes fujiko leads them to where lupin was which was the place that he was smugly holding the mic in (sorry my brain farted idk what to call it)

he's like give me the alchemy formula or else ur village explodes (he has planted bombs all over his village oh what a silly little guy)

ok but why is he so desperate what does the formula even do?? nobody knows honestly that's lowkey the funniest part the story doesn't even explain what it does all you just gotta know is that lupin really wants it

then the master is like siiiiggggghhhhhhhh.. ok then he gives the book to him

him and goemon was about to leave the lupins lab until he stops him lupin's rather suspicious whether this book is fake or not the master then replies if its a fake then he can explode the village, but he also adds on that he wants lupin to explode his lab before opening the book first since he's too ashamed to keep it up running after all this so lupin complies

goemon and the master leaves, and lupin opens the book to see..?

POW POW BOOM BOOM!!! THE BOOK EXPLODED!!! how?! it's because the master found the bomb in his lab and put it in the book to trick him :)

oh but you think this is the ending... nope! there's more! it's like when you're listening to a song and you thought it ended already but it starts playing more

this time lupin decides to take revenge or something??? he decides to sneak in the funky lab along with fujiko and gets met by goemon in the way! they start fighting as they always do

jigens like watching in the tv or something which i find hilarious half of the manga is just him in the sidelines doing nothing but im glad he gets upgraded later as a proper sidekick for lupin

he informs lupin while watching that some iron stuff(i still have no fucking idea what its called) is going to fall down on him, which lupin avoids in response

good job jig jigen then warns lupin that the master is behind lupin and about to throw a harpoon on him AND...!!!!

................................!!!

we timeskip a bit because fuck you monkey punch we see lupin and fujiko talking and she asks what happened

F: ...Then what happened? L: It was a tie. L: I stuck it to him, and he stuck it to me!

stuck what in lupin what are you talking about- ah.

he stuck the harpoon in his ass.

The end.

[penguin--person]

wait hsshsgfh I’m sorry I didn’t mean I’ve drawn them (well I have. Once) I just mean that I look at them and think “wow I wanna draw them”

this thought was brought on by seeing that picture of fousek and dolochov. I saw them two and wanted to draw them. Might do that some time later

abuuuu!!! dies explodes its still rlly niceys of ouu!!!!!!!! hehee..... the sillyyyy !!!!!!! theyre so goofy ur right edas her with me rn shes silly style..... did you know? whenever a mutual sees a specific cat of mine (its passed.. sad! rip niče) he MUST draw a cat or she HAUNTS him and gives him NIGHTMARES and KILLS HIM and EXPLODES HIM and im LYING!!! she would never she was awesome. niče thoughts