#i was visually shaking while drawing this i remember

[zeherili-ankhein]

Pinaha charu neela basa hridaye pranayakusumarasha

Harinanetre bimala haasa kunjabaname aao lo

I rummaged through my old stuffs again and found this one... It's very old, so I did a little retouching and... Here it is!

Credit for original: errrrrr idk... I found it on Pinterest..... But whoever did this, I love you

[puppyeared]

Helloooo popping in to say I love your art! It’s cute and feels soft (reminds me of when you’ve got a really smooth pencil and it just ghosts across the paper) but your poses and anatomy also give it a good feeling of realism :D

classic question here; do you have anything you’d say is a big influence on your art? I love seeing what people answer and trying to connect it back to the kind of thing they currently make :]

!! thank u!!! i do wish i could get more creative with angles, but im happy knowing my art gives u that feeling ^_^

I really enjoy comics!! I like poking thru graphic novels and webcomics, so I've fallen into the habit of exposing myself to lots of different styles over time that I'm fairly explorative with my art. It gives me a lot to study, especially since different artists have different strengths and preferences

I also think of myself as a simple person, so I'm not strongly attached to anything in particular... I notice a lot of artists find their ground in certain interests or aesthetics. But since I'm not really like that, I try to put a bit of myself in whatever I draw to connect with my art better. Its probably why I like taking creative liberty when making fanart lol

im also drawn to indie creative work like games and animation! they tend to be extremely varied and unique from each other, which is great since I work from my own sense of curiosity. I also hate repetition, so having things that set themselves apart visually or otherwise is something I like to look for.

[nyashykyunnie]

MY TIME HAS ARRIVED!! Here another simp present from daddy Sung Jin woo.... Ahhhh!! Well my application has the yandere element because I'm addicted to this genre, sorry if it bothers you (you can remove it even though my application would lose meaning) Well then, I'm sorry for my shitty memory and stuff, since I read the manhwa 3 years ago and barely I remember a potato. So, could you make a yandere request Sung Jinwoo where he is slowly falling into his obsession and more as he rises through the ranks as a hunter until almost reaching shadow monarch? You see, the reader was his friend (sorry I'll use the feminine term) She always supported him and gave him love, however behind all those smiles and joy, (Y/N)/Reader had other problems (it's not anguish) Basically it's sung Jinwoo being a big baby trying to protect his beloved from everything hahahaha.... incidentally killing bad people and monsters as well as possessiveness involved. I'm sorry if this bothers you, to compensate I leave a drawing of denji made by me... it's not the best, bye!!

a/n: LET ME TELL YOU HOW I FREAKED OUT WHILE I VISUALIZED YANDERE SUNG JINWOO I WENT WRRRR!!! YANDERE SUNG JINWOO HAS MY HEART I LOVE HIM AS A GREEN BUT A RED FLAG JINWOO????!!!! SIGN ME UP PLEASE!!! I hope you don't mind me using Gn<33 ALSO I LOVE THE LIL ARTWORK THAT CAME WITH THE REQ ITS SO ADORABLE!!!!

Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Gn! Reader

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It was enough points when your are a friend. But the fact that you've seen Jinwoo way before he transcended as the Shadow Monarch and the world? Oh his obsession is much more concerning

Unlike the typical yanderes that looses control every once in a while, Jinwoo has great control over his emotions.

His obsession is quiet, as if it was poison.

The stronger he gets, the more manipulative he gets.

Do you notice? No. Of course you dont.

Jinwoo is so nice after all.

The best way to manipulate someone is to make them believe you're harmless.

His way of manipulating you is simple.

Jinwoo makes you rely on him. Solely on Him only.

No one else but him. Just him alone.

Perhaps he purposely puts you in danger. Not really in danger-danger.

Just... Shaking you up a little by letting monsters go your way and he swoops in the moment you're absolutely frightened like the knight in shining armor he is.

He'll comfort you. Cooing at you gently, letting you know he's just there for you.

You're fine...You're fine... Your Jinwoo is here, he'll protect you no matter what.

Don't be scared. He's here. Don't be scared.

He'll use this method. Over and over again until you are paranoid without his presence.

He's the type of obsessive lover that wants you to solely rely on him and him only.

Just him.

You know that he only wants the best for you, right? There, there.

He'l slowly put that venom into you, until you're nothing more than a paranoid, sweet little thing who only seeks to be in his loving arms.

Jinwoo isn't the direct type after all.

He'll just play you like a doll.

You know that he's only doing for you anyway.

It's for your own good.

Oh, but of course he's not only does he manipulate you.

He can be quite jealous too.

Jinwoo isn't vocal about this though. He'll just continously glare at the person who is talking to you.

He'll give them three warnings.

The First Time: He'll let them off

The Second Time: He'll start paying more attention.

The Third Time: They better enjoy their last meal.

After all, they won't be waking up tomorrow anymore

After that, he'll be a bit pouty. He'll be cuddling you gently as his mind goes dark on trying to figure out ways to make people stop approaching you.

He ponders deeply as he held you in his arms

Oh well.

He'll just has to figure that out soon.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[thekingofwinterblog]

So just one visual detail about Soul Eater I love and i wonder how many others ever noticed, is the way the series frames Maka and Crona visually.

Crona is way, way taller than Maka.

And even moreso when sitting down, with Chrona's jaw almost reached the height of the top of Maka's head.

But you probably don't remember it that way, and there is a very specific reason for that.

And the reason is because after Crona's heelturn, the show very speciffically frames their shots so where Maka almost always looks like the stronger of the two of them, despite being way smaller.

Crona is very often standing at an angle hunched forward, especially when sitting. Maka by contrast usually stands straightbacked in her full height.

It uses this visual dynamic to showcase and reinforce the idea that Crona is much, much more fragile than Maka... But also that Crona always looks to Maka as a source of strength and support, while Maka is happy being that support.

Even in situations where the Height is shown very, very clearly, Crona always looks to Maka, rather than it feeling like Crona is looking downwards at her.

This framing is so strong that even when Maka is lying on her back paralyzed, and Crona stands over her, it still doesn't give a feeling of Crona looking down at her, but as someone looking to her for approval.

Of course this is just the normal shots that are somewhat easy to miss when not looking for it.

There is also the important stuff, where the show uses this visual contrast and dynamic to great effect.

When Maka finds Crona in the pit, she is framed as big, standing over Crona looking down, because she is the powerful one here, not Crona.

And when we flip around to line more up with Crona's persepctive, though she suddenly becomes smaller in the shot, she still has all the high-ground, Maka is still standing above, looking down, while Crona can't even muster up the courage to look her in the eyes, furthering emphasizing how strong Maka seems in Crona's eyes.

It emphasizes just how weak Crona feels when compared to Maka, who Crona sees as a pillar of strength and bravery.

And when Maka goes down in the pit she grabs Crona by the neck and lifts, literarily holding Crona up through her owns strength while telling Crona to stop giving in to selfhatred and loathing.

And that doesnt change for the entire scene.

Crona doesn't muster the strength to stand, and Maka has to keep Crona standing, first with a closed fist, then two hands around the arms while shaking and asking for confirmation that it was medusa, then in a supporting hug.

Maka is straightbacked and strong, while Crona has to literarily lean on her for support, showcasing Maka's strength and how Crona in turn relies and draws courage from that strength.

And following up on that, every single time when Crona is able to stand up tall, straightbacked and... Well not not exactly proud, but distinctly not looking fragile, are all moments related to doing something brave in relations to Maka.

Standing up to protect her from Giriko, having the bravery to go with her and the rest of the crew to the party, going to confess everything to Shinigami with all the potential consequences that might entail, or my favorite, just standing tall while looking to her final battle with Asura, after having finally grown enough as a person to stand up to Medusa, and taking the Vector blade for Maka.

It's a very understated bit, but when you notice it, it's kinda amazing just how different Crona looks in this moment cimpared to the usual look.

On paper, Crona should look fragile and weak, having just taken a massive wound so the arm is clutching the recently closed injury, a huge, oversized coat over the shoulders, and Marie's hand supporting on Crona's shoulder.

Crona should look weak, but that's not the case.

Crona in this moment actually looks suprisingly powerful, with a straight spine and with the spindly physique hidden by the coat, so you instead focus on the wide shoulders.

In other words, very much like how Maka is able to channel an aura of strength despite a very unimpressive physique and height.

[goosewriting]

Hi I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. What if the turtles got cloaking broches and wanted to show their partner, and the partner was like “yeah you’re pretty as a human but I miss your markings/stripes etc.”?

Cloaking broach (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader and turtle’s reaction to seeing him in human form for the first time.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate) 

warnings: simping ✊😔, innuendos? sort of? nothing spicy or anything but idk it’s a different tone than my usual stuff XD, i guess it still counts as fluffy ending tho

word count: 1.9k

A/N: ty for the kind words anon! i have to say i went kinda hard on the simp reader here but can you blame me? this ended up being 100% self-indulgent lmao check the human designs i used for this one under the cut and you’ll understand 🫡 still, i hope it’s to your liking ;;w;;

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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for this one i wanted to give you guys a visual lol for the human!turtles: i’ll be using these designs by @redbeanp13 (source), who was kind enough to let me use them :D the drawing below is by @soldrawss (source) whose art you should really check out because it’s top tier 😤👌

with that settled, let's get to it~

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The turtle made his way to your apartment, moving swiftly between the buildings, unable to hold in his excitement. He had borrowed a cloaking broach from Sunita, and he wanted you to be there when he transformed for the first time. After all, he hoped you’d like how he looked. 

When he got to your place and explained the situation, you suddenly got nervous. You had never even thought about him as a human, and while you were certainly curious, you also felt strangely uneasy. What if he was shocked about how he looked? What if he was disappointed because it wasn’t like he expected? On the other hand… What if he looked even better? What were you supposed to do with that knowledge after he turned back to his turtle self?

You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, focusing instead on the almost child-like glee your boyfriend had, waiting for you to join him in front of your full-length mirror.

Giving him a nod, he was just about to place the broach on his strap when you spoke, suddenly remembering a very important aspect of the transformation.

“Wait!” you stopped him, holding up your hands, and he looked at you slightly irritated but waited for you to continue, as he saw how flushed your face looked all of a sudden. “How does the whole clothes aspect work? Will you have those or will you transform, like… naked?”

“Why, would you like to see that?” he teased you.

You didn’t nod nor shake your head, instead only bringing up your hands to cover your face.

“I’m just kidding” he laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, giving it a bit of a squeeze. “The broach gives you the clothes you imagine, so no worries.”

“Right…” you replied sheepishly, uncovering your face. “Let’s see it then.”

And with that the turtle placed the broach on the strap around his torso, and got engulfed in a greenish smoke.

🔵 Leo

When he emerged, he was smug about it.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to process what you saw.

There were a lot of feelings happening. 

Meanwhile he quite literally checked himself out in the mirror.

He had no shame about it. 

You ran your hands through his hair, and the new sensation startled him, but he didn't pull back.

It felt kinda nice actually.

You traced over his face; his stripes had translated into scars and birthmarks of sorts.

As you were admiring his facial features, Leo suddenly pulled you closer by the waist, leaning in, and stopped just before your lips touched, quietly asking if he could kiss you. You replied by closing the distance.

The kiss felt different and yet the same, as it still was Leo in front of you. Again, your hands came up to run through his hair, lightly tugging at the base of the neck, which made him softly groan into the kiss. At the unexpected sound you pulled back and looked at him with big eyes and heated cheeks.

“I could get used to that” he said with his signature grin, and quickly pecked your nose. 

“So, you like it?” Leo asked, placing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side, so you stood next to each other, facing the mirror.

“I mean… yes? You do still look very handsome” you replied, and trailed off, biting your bottom lip, as if hesitating to continue. He gave you a soft smile through the mirror.

“But?”

“I don’t know, it’s like there’s something missing? Your half-moon markings that bring out your eyes, the stripes that seem to glow in the light, your whole ninja-ness. This feels like more of a costume than anything else… I like you in green; it feels realer.”

His gaze suddenly softened, looking vulnerable for a split second. That was not the reply he was expecting, but maybe deep inside the one he was hoping for. 

“I do like the hair though” you said to go back to your banter. “And it looks like you finally can get a good posture without the shell.”

“Hey!” Leo gasped in mock offence, and you stuck out your tongue at him. “Turtle or not, I can still totally kick your butt!”

You had no time for a clever remark, as he was already playfully tackling you to the ground, with you squealing and trying to get out of his grasp to evade his relentless tickling.

🔴 Raph

He was still tall, almost as tall as his turtle form. 

Just not as big.

Which was kinda weird to see.

As if there was a part of him missing in the space before you.

You hugged him and could almost reach around his back, which was impossible in his turtle form.

Also he was warm for once, which was nice.

As you were hugging him, his arms also wrapped around your form.

That’s when you noticed.

He was so soft.

“So, what do you think?” he asked at your reflection in the mirror.

You pulled back from the hug and just stared at his chest for a second. His chest was usually rather hard because of the plaster, even though it was quite flexible for him to move in. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Without saying anything you gingerly placed your hands on his chest, making him slightly flinch, a violent blush spreading on his face and neck.

“This is gonna sound so weird” you said, unable to look him in the eye. “But can I… feel you?”

“Ah- Uhm- Sure.” Raph went a little stiff, unsure of what you were about to do.

Your hands traced his chest, which was still rather firm; you assumed his muscles still were present in this form. Then your fingers slowly wandered down to his tummy, which was softer, and to the sides, where you softly pinched his hip, making him squeak in surprise. You took a deep breath to recover from the sheer adorableness of his reaction, and made a mental note of doing it again in the future if you had the chance.

“So… You like it?” he asked after you seemed satisfied with your exploring.

“To be honest? Yes and no” you replied, going back to hugging him and talking to his reflection with your cheek smushed against his chest. 

“I like that I can hug you like this and almost reach around you without the spikes. I like how warm and soft you feel” you explained and he smiled. “But I also really like green and spiky Raph, who is so very gentle with me and makes me feel safe.”

Raph’s arms tightened around you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe we can borrow the broach in winter for cuddles?” he suggested, slightly swaying you from side to side. Now that was a compromise you could get behind. 

🟠 Mikey

The only way to describe how he looked was adorable.

Since he was more petite and lighter, you figured you could give him a piggyback ride for once.

You also loved that he went with a colourful outfit and lots of accessories.

It suited him very well.

And you couldn’t get over his freckles, they were too cute!

For a while, you both just stood there curiously looking at all the details in the mirror. 

Then Mikey took your hand in his.

“Whoa, so this is what it’s like to have 5 fingers!” he exclaimed, intertwining your fingers with his. You had to admit, it felt pretty nice. 

While he admired his digits alongside yours, with your other hand you ruffled his hair, to which he snorted.

“That feels so weird” he laughed.

“But I bet I know what will feel nice!” you said, letting go of his hand and bringing both of yours up to softly massage his scalp. 

“Oh, oh wow” Mikey basically melted away as you worked your fingers through his hair from the top of his head to the back of his neck, being careful not to get tangled in his locks. He just stood there in pure bliss, with his eyes closed. So when you were done, you couldn’t help yourself from giving him a quick peck on his lips.

He blinked a couple of times, coming out of his stupor.

“You think you could do that even when I don’t have hair?” he asked. You told him to remind you of doing so whenever he wanted. He thanked you and went in for a hug; that's when you realised there was one more thing you could do with his non-turtle self.

Without much of a warning, you bent down ever so slightly to reach under his thighs, and lifted him up with a ‘whoop!’. Mikey held onto your shoulders and instinctively wrapped his legs around your torso. You gave him a smug smile.

“This is new” Mikey commented, an ever so light blush adorning his cheeks, and you tightened your hold on him so he wouldn’t fall. 

“Is it nice?” you asked. If Mikey nuzzling his face into your neck was anything to go by, you’d guess that it was. 

You both knew he loved being held, especially by his brothers, so now that you could do it, he’d never want to let go. 

🟣 Donnie

The only way to describe your internal reaction: that anime gif 

You blushed heavily when you saw his human form.

He was too handsome for the world to see.

“It’s too much power, he’s too dangerous” you thought.

You tried to keep your cool, you really did.

He had somehow managed to bring out his bad boy persona perfectly, without losing the nerd touch. 

Seeing your reaction, he gave you a knowing grin through the mirror, resting his arm on your shoulder.

“So, what do we think?” he asked with a mock nonchalant tone. “I’d love to hear your current thought process in depth.”

“Shut up” you muttered under your breath, shoving his arm off so you could face him. You looked at him for a second, then reached up to cup his face in your hands. Now it was his turn to blush, and you gave him a smirk of your own as you realised something. You didn’t wanna ruin the moment, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Look at you, a real boy with real eyebrows!” you cood. Donnie scoffed.

“Don’t ‘Pinocchio’ me” he retorted, but leaned into your touch. It was a somewhat unfamiliar sensation for him too, his skin being different and all.

“May I…?” you asked, gingerly stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, silently asking for permission to further touch around his face, knowing that he wasn’t a fan of that. Deciding to make today the exception, he gave you a short nod.

“How do you feel?” you asked, this time for real, as you further inspected his face and all the features he didn’t have as a turtle: nose, ears, lips, the little freckles speckled around his cheeks. 

“To be honest? Kinda like a wet noodle” he replied, earning a chuckle from you. “I feel way too exposed. Too much soft flesh… everywhere. On the outside. I don’t know how you can walk outside like this every day.” You just gave him a sympathetic smile and hummed. 

Once you were done with your inspection, you withdrew from Donnie, giving him one last once-over.

“Well, that was a fun experiment” you concluded. “But I feel like your human form lacks a certain… mad scientist factor, if you will.”

Donnie agreed and took off the broach, albeit correcting you with a “not mad, just science”. 

~~~~~

🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @hearteyedracoon, @koalaray, @maribatshipper, @whygz, @lovelylovelydreams

[onmywaytofanfic]

Thanks a lot for the tag Kaz @akamikazae let's see if I can do all of them!! :3333

Name: Boro :3

Pronouns: She - Her/ They - Them

Where do you call home: I heard once that home is that place where you can go to the toilet without any problem. I would also add that is that place where you can get yourself a glass of water without asking for one.

Favorite animal: People assumed that I am a cat person, they are wrong I love every animal...also cats, felines in general.

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Cereal of choice: I have a problem with cereals I love them!!! My favourits are honey puff like cereals and those that are squares filled with chocolate or milk. Those are ddelicious GIVE ME CEREALS!!

Are you a visual, audio, or kinesthetic learner: I remember that we have to do this test at the Uni and I was like a mix. Most of the time I doodle while taking notes and when revising stuff I need to move around my room. Also, when I am thinking in general I need music or a podcast while pacing around and a small notebook where I can write down any idea that crosses my mind or doubt while revising something. I tent to do more than one thing at once so, pacing while listening helps me so... Audio-kinasthetic-reading learner

First pet: There is a festivity here Los tres Reyes Magos, Three Wise Men, that we celebrate durign the Xmas time. That night my neighbours dog gave birth to who would be my first truthful friend. I woke up and the neighbour told us that the mother couldn't pass the night. In a small basket they got both pups, one seemed so full of energy the other one was curled up and shaking. I got the curld one without a second though and hugged them. He would be my friend for more than 10 years. I miss him a lot. He got the name of my favourite journalist ever but I keep it for myself ;) Friends know his name.

Favorite scent: Baked cookies, cinammon, but mostly flowery scents like lavender and also, please do not laugh, there is this deodorant chocolate scented ...wow.

Do you believe in astrology: I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself on this one, yet I find astrology interesting but I would not let it choose my life or stuff like that. It is very interestign to have a look at it.

How many playlists do you have on Spotify/apple music: 10

Sharpies or highlighters: Highlighters! I actually enjoy the layers that you can do with them and they got this Cyberpunk effect when done right that I love.

A song that makes you cry: ‘Fucking Perfect' by P!nk or 'The crow and the butterfly' Shinedown.

A song that makes you happy: ‘Lady Domina' Haloo Helsinki! or 'Master of the House' Les Miserables the musical... I have a problem with musicals in general.

And finally do you draw/write/create? I write and draw, a different thing is that I have the guts to call what I do something creative or even worthy. But I just do it, hoping to get better eventually... hope is the key word there. So I do both and technically create since both are creations *badum tsch* I also do tons of memes so...that's creations too, isn't it? One day I may post here those abominations that I call memes.

Hmmmm I tag @succikko-nebulae , @shinoposting , @yamanaka-shin and @spellcasterlight <3<3<3<3<3

Thanks again Kaz!!1 This was fun, I did not know that I had so many playlist on Spotify...and I use one in a loop most of the time xD.

[weministertomonsters]

Feed Me To The Snakes

If they were treating this as a matter of an eye for an eye, Naa could see she was getting far better treatment. He sat with his legs propped open enough for her to sidle in between. It was not bravery on her part, rather reliance on the echoes of kinship from the man she used to know.

She shut her eyes and pleaded blindly. He could draw his hand back to slap her, and she would never see it coming. It was a cheap ploy to seduce even the smallest sympathy from him. She pressed her lips to the soft fabric where his thigh was even softer, placing the kiss dangerously high. His thigh tensed but that was all.

I'm sorry, her actions implied. Please.

It wasn't better living arrangements she wanted or kindness from the guards. It was the softening of his heart. She craved even a little show of recognition. Had all the years they had spent confiding in each other meant nothing? Was she the only one dreaming restlessly of the other?

When it was apparent that she wouldn't be struck away and refused, she continued her task. Surely he remembered her, the bastard princess of Jagaba. There was nothing. Ever since she had been dragged into the palace in fine gold chains he had looked at her like she was an acquisition. A toy to play with until something better came along.

The bored flatness in his eyes persisted; he had never looked at her like that before. She was warm where she pressed against him, her body against his clothed legs. He was done up all the way to his fastidious collar, while she wore nothing but a filmy dress that hung loosely but hid little.

She remembered how it had been the reverse, not that very long ago. When the people of Jagaba had painted his face and jeered while he hung shaking in the midday heat, and she had turned away. Quivering with the stakes of her mission, Naa finally took her mouth to where she had wanted it most. Not like this, though. She had never imagined a time would come when they were strangers, and she was no better than a decoration to his fine halls. Her plump lips pressed to the apex of his thighs, at the very core of him.

Nothing.

No heat, and certainly no hardness. Later, she would revisit the memory and realize that it wasn't even so, it was like his manhood had detached itself and ran in an effort to get away from her. There was nothing but smooth fabric, and the hard line of his zipper.

Her eyes flew open, filled with confusion. She blinked up at him, only to find him watching her as a spectator would, waiting for the climax of a play. His lips were pulled into the smallest of wry smiles.

You see? His eyes seemed to say. I detest with you even the most primal part of me.

His foot came up then, the sole of his shoe planting against her collarbone and pushing her back. The slight amusement was gone and he was back to looking uninterested and a little sharp. She was dancing on the edge of a blade now. She acquiesced and shuffled back on her knees a few feet away, staring at him.

He rose stiffly. Gazed down at her as he delivered his silken, daggered words.

"If I wanted a whore, I would get one. There is no need to try and sell what you don't have."

His words were a fist plunging into her stomach. Her mouth opened with the faintest urge to gag at the visual suggestions her mind gave her.

What did my brother do to you? She wanted to shout after his retreating form, but she didn't dare break their game of pretend-strangers.

If someone was going to crack, it couldn't be her. Who knew what he would do if he was forced to face the reality of what she had done, now that he was in the comfort of his power.

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So, I woke up with this idea. (The title is a placeholder for now I think) I can't give any context because it would be a massive spoiler, but this is a friends to enemies kind of story. And, the female lead grovelling? Yes please.

I posted a story to Patreon sometime ago (pretty sure it's got Asanbosam in the title) and this story is set in that same universe. Think The Desert Lands but with an African twist. I'm still not sure if I want to blend these worlds or keep them separate. I guess I'll see!

[coldfanbou]

MinaSaiyat IS Side Story: Help

Jeongyeon sat down with her thoughts filled with so many things. She ordered a drink and waited for you to arrive. She remembered the reason she was doing this. It began after you had broken Nayeon's heart. As she drank, she visualized it all.

After your break up, Nayeon was heartbroken. For days she sat in her room crying. Jeongyeon couldn't bear to see her roommate and friend be in such a state for so long. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. When it didn't come, she announced she was coming in. "Nayeon, I'm coming in." As she poked her head into the dark room, she saw nothing. "Nayeon? Are you alright?" Jeongyeon flicked the light switch on. Nayeon was on her side, her blanket covering her entire body, quietly sniffling. The younger woman stepped into the room and sat beside Nayeon. Putting her hand on Nayeon's back, Jeongyeon rubbed it while Nayeon's cries got louder. "It’s okay; It’s okay," Jeongyeon repeated. She sat there unsure about what else she could do for her friend. In the end, she left Nayeon alone after a few minutes. 

It was a couple of weeks later, and Nayeon had gotten a little bit better, enough for her to leave her room occasionally. The older woman was still troubled and stayed in her room most of the time. She had taken time off work and stayed home. Jeongyeon stepped back into the older woman's room; at this point, she didn't need to make her presence known. "Nayeon, you shouldn't stay here all day; you need to get fresh air." Nayeon shakes her head. Jeongyeon drags the older woman into a sitting position. "Come on." 

"I don't want to…." Nayeon mutters. Her hair covers her, ruffled and messy. Jeongyeon, not knowing what else to do, brushes away Nayeon's hair. Staring into her eyes, Jeongyeon can't help but get closer to her friend. Eventually, their lips meet; Jeongyeon tilts her head to the side and cups Nayeon's cheek with her hand. Nayeon's shocked by the suddenness, but as Jeongyeon continues, she accepts the kiss; it distracts her for a moment. Jeongyeon takes things further, slipping her hand under Nayeon's shirt and running it over the older woman's smooth skin. 

Once she runs out of breath, Jeongyeon breaks the kiss. Nayeon has her eyes closed as the younger woman finds her breasts. Gently squeezing them, Jeongyeon slides her head under the shirt, placing small kisses until she reaches Nayeon's breasts. Jeongyeon circles the older woman's breasts inching closer to her brown nub, now erect from the younger's teasing. Jeongyeon attaches herself to Nayeon's nipple, drawing a moan from her. Nayeon kept her eyes closed as she felt Jeongyeon's tongue flick her nipple. The younger woman took the time to snake her hand down Nayeon's midsection and under her panties. Expertly, she slides her finger along Nayeon's slit. Her finger was slowly coated in Nayeon's nectar as she pushed it in. Nayeon moaned your name; Jeongyeon paused for a moment. Hearing Nayeon call your name instead of hers irked her. Why would she do that? Why should she do that when she's been in so much pain because of you?

Despite the constant moans of someone else's name Jeongyeon continued to pleasure Nayeon. She would switch to Nayeon's other breast while she added another finger and pushed deeper. Nayeon's warm and wet walls were split apart as the younger woman toyed with her. Jeongyeon continued to think about what made you so great that Nayeon would moan your name. Even as Jeongyeon moved to eat her out, Nayeon continued to moan your name. Frustration grew inside Jeongyeon, but for the moment, she would let it pass and try to do something, anything, to get Nayeon to move on. 

Jeongyeon couldn't understand why, but she was angry at you. The thought eventually came back to sex; was it really so good? In her experience, that wasn't possible; Jeongyeon could only think about the subject for so long before becoming disgusted and angry just thinking about you.

Soon enough, though, a particular thought came through, what if she asked you to fuck her. So that she could know what it was that made you so good. She could learn what Nayeon liked through that. At that moment, Jeongyeon stopped her thoughts as she watched you walk in the door. Her anger returned, but she was determined to do what she had to.

[moondaeznuts]

Debut or Die episode 58-60 behind the scenes

machine translation below the spoiler cut like always

Soheun

Episode 58-60 Behind the Scenes

There were candidates for the bear on Big/Keun Sejin's whiteboard. When I put it together it seems like traces of Sejin's worries

(candidates)

(final bear drawing)

(IM USING THE PANEL FROM TAPAS BY THE WAY)

2. The Alien Moondae on the left is from the storyboard. As I soon saw the storyboard, I felt overwhelming despair from the talent so I tried my best to replicate it through drawing (on the right)

3. This episode left an impression on me when I read the original, so I had a lot of trouble with Moondae's psychological portrayal. As with every important episode, each stage of writing and editing was engraved in my mind, so when I closed my eyes before going to bed, I would replay the manuscript in my head from the first cut. I would like to thank the PD and assistant writers once again… I also remember having many discussions with Jang Jin. The same goes for directing the title, how and to what extent Moondae's facial expressions are shown, how to reveal emotions in parts where facial expressions are not shown… etc… Personally, I put a lot of effort into the effects of the flashback cuts.

4. The gummy snack that Ahyeon brought is the same ones that he had in episode 16. It seems like he chose that one since Moondae liked those the most among the snacks shared so far

(gummy snack) ep 59 and 16

5. Just like Sejin’s last post, Jangjin writes down the entire text in the chat room, even the parts that aren’t used. Every time I received a confirmation, I was surprised by how realistic it was…

6. There are many other things I paid attention to, and I worked hard to include them in the manuscript, so I hope they were conveyed to readers as well~~! happy new year Please enjoy the next episode as well!

<Jangjin review of episodes 58-60 which is going to be a bit long an serious>

I feel like I've climbed a big mountain.. As always, but especially for this episode, I received a lot of help from Soheun in setting the tone. When working under limited time with lots of details, there were parts that I missed, but Soheun looked at them with the reader's eyes and caught them again. In the process, there were times when the interpretation was completely different and I had to redraw them or discuss one or two minor scenes for a long time. It must not have been easy for the animator to carefully look over the storyboard with a lot of work and limited time. It wasn't easy for me either, reading the original and adapting it, to shake off the first image that was stuck in my mind, understand the collaborator's interpretation, and find my rhythm again. That's how much we both thought this episode was important and wanted to convey the emotions the original gave us. I enjoyed this process a lot. I have often used the phrase ‘The beauty of collaboration’

The process of thinking about where to show as a mirror that reflects a good original work was truly the fun of collaboration. From the beginning, the episode was planned to be contained in 2.2 parts, and while the previous episode was finished in a quick pace, this time we utilized a lot of POV, flashbacks, narration, cuts, close-ups, etc. to capture Moondae's psychological state. For visual effects, we utilized lighting, shadows, effects, etc., and Soheon took extra care in lighting and flashback effects.

Let me introduce two parts that I discussed with So-Heon to maximize the visual effects…

1. Flashback scenes

The two flashback scenes in episode 59, the scene where he recalls the performances he has done and the meetings with fans, I wanted to give the feeling that everything was shattered like a dream at night with the sound of a fist being struck.

In the case of Moondae recalling his fans in the same episode, Soheun had the opinion that it would be nice to feel like all kinds of affection and support towards oneself are passing through one's hands like grains of sand or smoke. So, the images were corrected to give the overall impression of waving.

2. Expression of the 'Original Park Moondae'

This is also expressed in the original work, but the suspicion about Moondae, the original owner of the body, grows, and Park Moondae (Ryu Gunwoo) distrusts him, and the misunderstanding is raised again through the explanatory note. I don't know how you will feel, but as I continued to read that part, my sympathy for Moondae grew a lot. Even if he had originally planned to drop out, I wondered what school was like for Moondae, who had to leave school without being able to completely explain the unpleasant incident, and who had no adults who could stand by his side. While thinking about the same thing, I ultimately decided to direct with the idea that this is the kind of previous Moondae that Moondae currently has. It is also an image that I came up with while thinking about the development of the novel, so it will also bring various feelings to readers who read the novel.

I wanted to wake up. I think it's because I've been working with this mindset since the storyboard, but when Soheun's drawings and directing were added, I felt a bit touched. It was a scene that I had prepared and nervously for since the beginning of the webtoon, so I think I spent the next three weeks feeling anxious and nervous until the end….ㅠㅠ After we've overcome a big hurdle… We'll run to another big hurdle. I ask for your support until the end, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the holiday…!

[hiroshotreplica]

About Agent 3's Sanitation Scars

aka, agent oc lore post

this is a bit long, sorry about that! ill place it all under a cut so no one has to scroll through it all if they dont want to read, note there's some colored text + some drawings

ever since alister (3) and josh (8) were rescued from the deepsea metro and tartar was defeated, callie and marie have been very worried. josh has his own host of issues, but alister's are much more... visible. doctors have no idea how to treat alister's condition, and have just been monitoring his healing process. alister doesnt remember a thing about the sanitation, despite having been only partially sanitized. all witnesses referred to it as a form of mind control.

marie had asked zara (4) about what she had seen first, she seemed much more approachable about the subject. this was under a week after the rescue:

zara: i rescued him and josh from the blender, yeah. though he got ambushed by a strange telephone as soon as we tried to follow josh through the escape route. i managed to dodge the telephone's attacks, but... yeah, alister wasn't as lucky.

marie: do you remember his appearance?

zara: that strange.. i dont even know, goop? just- that strange stuff wrapped around his head. it looked like it was digging into the back of his head. i remember... before he got completely taken over by the strange.. thing and tied me up... he looked at me with.. fear. fear ive never seen before, it had so much.. pain and certainty in it. like he was thinking "im going to die"

marie: oh... that sounds terrifying. was there anything else...?

zara: he... he said one thing. while the goopy stuff was being planted onto him. i dont remember it completely, he whispered it, but he said "so this is it. it... hurts" it... scared me. marie, you know ive been working with him on agent stuff for the past year! he's never sounded so... so... you know.

she didn't have any further comments.

when he could handle the question, marie had asked josh as well. this took place a month after the incident:

marie: so... are you sure you're ready to think about what happened again? i know it's still very recent, even if some time has passed.

josh: y.. yes. i am sure. it is the less painful parts, so i do not mind as much, i think.

marie: alright... what do you remember?

josh: alister, he... he looks like he was in pain. a lot of pain. during the battle, he missed lots of attacks due to it, im sure. his hands had shaking the whole time then.

josh: once we reach the surface and.. things were better again, he was no longer being controlled. and the sight... i dont know the word in inklish, the closest would be scary, i believe. it was... deep scar. everything around the scar had a greenish color to it. he could not see well when he woke up, and he mentioned being in so much pain...

marie: oh, oh jeez... i can see why the bandage was put on it now.

josh: it was the best we have at the time. the one he has now is... much better.

marie: yeah... do you want to stop? you look uncomfortable..

josh: ...yes. thinking of it again... i-it is making me upset more than i realize it could. i am sorry

he couldn't make any further comments.

extra visual of how alister looked at this time:

extra info: his eyesight improved over the first couple of months, though it stopped eventually. he has blurred vision. he has glasses that do slightly correct it, but he never wears them. i imagine he shows some symptoms that would correlate to right hemisphere brain damage. but i need to put more research into that first

[docholligay]

The House in Fata Morgana: Door 2--1707

I have never reviewed a visual novel before, but iscahwynn made me a very generous offer and a long line of patience, knowing that we are trying something very new. To that end: Please don’t spoil me for the game at all! If you are reading this, I have only gotten through the part written above, and I don’t want to be corrected, even if I’m wrong, even if I’ve missed something, i don’t want to have anything confirmed or denied, and I don’t need any trigger warnings or extraneous explanation. Iscah would like my pure, naive experience of the game. Thank you!

Non-spoilery: This story was solid as a standalone horror story, though I think it took awhile to come around to whatever it was doing, and I don’t know if it needed to be as long as it was. What’s more I’m not sure it knows what conclusion it wants us to draw from the tale, and while I do personally kind of like that it leaves us with a bit of a hearty shrug about what the nature of a man is, I could see it being frustrating to some people. Weirdly, I was about to accuse it of being hamfisted and cliche halfway through, only for it to twist on me and me to go, “Oh. Carry on then.” This makes me sound like I didn’t like it but its bizarrely easier to tlak about its weak points without spoilers than its strong ones. 

Spoilers below: 

So before we even get into the whole door situation as she stands I want to talk about the fact that before we descend in to the cellar we apparently don’t have any reflection, and this is very interesting to me. Who the fuck is the Maid, is one of the great mysteries of this, and I have a handful of thoughts on that, none of which really coalesce in a way I love but it’s early days as far as the story itself goes. (Which is one of the great and frustrating things about these reviewlets) So, on that note, why don’t we have reflections and who the fuck are we? I would say it’s far too easy to say “ghosts” because if we’re ghosts I don’t understand what is pinning us here, and particularly what is not only pinning the Maid here but compelling her to serve? Are we ideas within the story itself? 

Because one of the interesting frameworks about this story is the nature of evil and specifically of savagery, and we see so many times that the house itself--though not the Maid--is telling Yukimasa that he is a beast, that he’s always been a beast, that he loves to kill, even when he is trying to escape from that fate, from that future. It’s not the Maid. The Maid serves the HOUSE, and so what is the house? Is the house the narrative itself, and is that why it attracted the violence to Yukimasa, and why he never could have shaken it? Is that why the house itself hungers for this sort of tragedy? The tragedy of Mell and Nellie and the White Haired Girl*? What is it about this place that drives PAIN? Because remember, in the first story Nellie found out about the incest from an accidental (sort of) ripping of a painting. I laughed about the convenience at the time, not unkindly, but what if it wasn’t convenience? Or rather, what if the convenience was the hand of the house, and this “writer” (I know I know I’m obsessed with the role of writers in their own stories) wants this house to be tragic, so it is? No matter what. 

But interestingly, the story goes to pains, as sopon as we’re feeling so sad for Yukimasa for being treated racistly by the big, mean, Spanish villagers, and that’s why he became cruel and mean, the story shakes its head and not only tells us, “nuh uh. Isn’t so.” but shows us. That he was not only tempted that way, but he was a killer long before he ever set foot on Valencian shores.** When this whole thing was playing out I was like, “Lol Valencia is right across from Algiers and while Tensions Are High it was only like 100 years ago that the Moors were living among you, I’m not sure beating a Japanese man for looking ood is all that likely in a port city” and then the story tells you that he was emaciated and all that, but more specifically they DID see this quality of beastliness in him, and he DID murder a lot of people, and that we are absolutely not doing an over-simplified version of this story. 

By the by, I am sure you could write a fucking DISSERTATION on the choice of having the protagonist and villain, all in one, be a third-generation European-Japanese man, who is obsessed with the idea of Japan as motherland, to the point of wielding a katana and going on about honor and the samurai class-- and coupled with this insane violence of his it puts me to mind of the way bushido was used by the government and military in pre-WW2 in similar ways as Aryan ideals to unify and create this notion of longstanding cultural value that’s not quite BULLSHIT, I don’t think I’d be comfortable saying that, but it’s not quite on the level either--and he is the beast, and he was always the beast, and he’s misleading Pauiline about having ever seen Japan, but he says it calls to him, he says it’s his heart, but it’s a place he’s never seen and frankly probably doesn’t even fucking belong anymore. I do not have the words to put around that, but I KNOW it’s something and I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted a writer to tell me everything about something but I do RIGHT NOW. (If you did not write Fata Morgana, please don’t attempt to explain this to me until I finish in November) 

Anyway, let’s get to the beauty and the beast aspect of all this. So, the Whtie Haired Girl shows up, is blind, apparently, an in fairness I do think sight prbnlems are more common in albinism, so, congrats I guess writers. I don’t know how much I love a “Love a man good” narrative, and I think I’m oversimplifying it a little bit to call it that, but I don’t think I’m oversimp0lifying why we’re supposed to back her play by a lot. She really doesn’t have a character? She lives to serve Yukimasa in the same way she lived to serve Mell, and is that another part of this too? That this house, this Maid, and this Girl, are all here to serve the Master and his larger story? I mean, it could absolutely be international, what’s going on here, but I’m just not sure. I love the incredibly boggling moment where she tries to convince him he’s not a beast with her literal pussy. I am not making a joke here, friends. 

The whole thing with Pauline is fascinating, because there could be so many things that make her appear a beast to him as well, but I THINK she is added in to tell us that Yukimasa couldn’t be saved by something as simple as love itself, that the White Haired Girl maybe is, in her own way, a witch, for the power she can command over others, much as she did Mell. Maybe she actually IS the villain here, that would be interesting, maybe all of this is about fucking with men and ruining their lives in twisted ways, and you know what I think that would actually fit into the whole Morgan Le Fay thing and I rather like it. We’ll see where it goes. 

And of course, we start at the very bottom of our nature, and we end there, because the house craves that, it wants the ruin to return. The damp and the blood. 

Wow! This is way more than 1000 words, sorry, I have gotten carried away with this whole fuckin thing. I really enjoy this VN so far, and I gotta say, I wasn’t even entirely aware there were VNs like this? A few more quick thoughts: 

“What appear to be many plants are all connected in the soil”--we’re talking about inhabitants of the house, it’ll come back around, I can smell it. 

Fascinated by the Maid’s hiding the ‘truth’ of Yukimasa from us, so she, too, has a role in how the stories are told, or maybe that’s part of the house’s control over her, I’m not actually sure. 

“A beast wants a tether” what a fucking great idea, that freedom is not all its cracked up to be, and that unchecked freedom is death in a sense? I dunno, interesting for certain. 

Yukimasa looks a little like Keanu Reeves 

*I’m going to assume for the moment though please no one tell me anything inany direction that we are the White Haired Girl and the reason her name is so frequently blocked out is that we aren’t supposed to learn our name yet. I do not love this paired with the “She is blameless, in this or any time” and frankly I don’t love that even if we AREN’T the poor widdle white haired girl, but it’s na interesting conceit given that she seems to not be reborn, necessarily, but always…there? Is she herself bound to tragedy? 

**Because though Rose Manor was in England, Weeping Manor is in Spain. So the manor can move. I don’t have a thought on that right at the moment, but I did not google “Where can you grow oranges in Europe and when was Spain unified” for nothing.

[gayofthefae]

Okay so you know how I fill plot holes even if the writers can’t to keep the fourth wall unbroken by them even if it’s a major stretch? It’s that time again. Time to solve the plot hole of El’s English fluency.

In season 1, she knows very few words. The words I can recall her knowing when we meet her and in the flashbacks are primarily “Papa” and “no”. Otherwise, she is - even in flashbacks - generally repeating words back to people to learn them. She has always had a pretty good grasp of what’s happening from context, but hasn’t known certain words.

In season 4, though, which takes us back to her 3 years before we meet her or see those season 1 flashbacks, she has her current level of fluency in English. I don’t think this is a plot hole (I mean it could be but it isn��t anymore, you’re welcome). I think this is another example of how her memories adapted to accommodate her current self.

When we remember things, we remember them at the size we were. Two prime examples of this adapting are the final scene when Henry is giving his monologue to her and it shows him leaning further down to talk to her 8 year old self in the mirror then draws back to show him talking to her and her 14 year old height. This is a small one, of course, but it is still a change. 

The more prominent one is the tunnel. When Henry shows El the tunnel, he says that only she could fit anyways, but this is hardly true. We can clearly see that it would be big enough to fit either of them...but would it? We’ve seen the other end of that tunnel and - based on the assumption that it doesn’t change size in the middle for some weird reason - we know that it is actually much smaller than is shown in the flashback. This is because visually, El remembers it being around the size to fit her, so in her 14 year old state, its size would exist in relation to her, not any form of actual measurement.

One other example is the window she sees Henry being electrocuted through. I find it more likely than being 5 feet or so off the ground that she remembers it, rather, as being the height of her head. So maybe it was likely a lower - or based on how door windows like that usually are - longer window that reached down to where her head would have been so she didn’t need to stand on anything or jump and could accidentally see it like she did.

Now for how this relates to her language comprehension. It isn’t just that in the flashbacks her language comprehension and specifically speech is better than it was. It’s that it seems to be around as proficient as it is now. Maybe slightly less, I can’t remember if she does ask for word definitions, but still, I would chock that up to having memory of asking for those. Sometimes she may have emotional memory of being confused by something that was said while other times, she may be filling in the memories with words she now knows. To present a real world example of this, I frequently communicate in ASL but as a hearing person often remember the conversations as if they were spoken.

This doesn’t hinder the story too much either - no more than the other discrepancies. Yes, it may seem odd to her in her memory that the tunnel appears to be able to fit Henry too, but it’s like a dream. Her brain tells her that it’s big enough for her and not him so she believes it and fills in the rest, whether it’s visually confirmable or not. She likely had thoughts that she had at the time that she can now retroactively put language to, so in her re-experiencing that we see of her, she does. But instead of a longer phrase like “I don’t want to do that right now”, maybe at the time she simply said, “No”, to present an example, or even just shook her head.

Who knows if the interaction went “You tricked me” “Tricked you? No, I saved you,” or if, because she likely wouldn’t have known the word “tricked” at the time, if she used a different word or even just a face she made or body language like shaking her head again or something and he may have noticed and responded with “You think I tricked you? No, I saved you” but now, with her current understanding of English, she fills it in as her having said something. But, of course, from the knowledge she did have in season 1, we know some interactions could have still been possible - like Henry asking her to come with him and her saying “no”. She knew that word.

Edit: Also, I just found out about something called “receptive fluency” which is when you can understand but not speak a language. So yeah. Also that.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Barista Masterlist

All I Want For Christmas (Is You) (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke E, 11k

Summary: "The little bell clings above the door when he pushes it open, and he stamps his feet on the welcome mat to rid any clumps of snow that may have stuck to his shoes. The place is completely empty, not even anyone behind the counter, and he wonders for a second if they’re even open when there’s a small crash and a ‘fuck’ from somewhere in the back.

Michael chuckles to himself and unzips his jacket. He knows the cause of that racket. “You okay back there?” he shouts, leaning over the counter to try and see into the storage room."

A Rose By Any Other Name (ao3) - moonbands michael/calum G, 2k

Summary: Calum's life as a college student with the low-paying job of coffee shop barista would be so much easier if people like Michael didn't come into his coffee shop.

Coffee Shop Soundtrack(ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke just wishes the barista would stop writing terrible pick up lines on the coffee sleeve and ask him out already

coffee shop soundtrack (ao3) - malumqt (bunwuji) michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: "You do know there's a sign outside saying that you're gay and single, yeah?"

aka the one where michael is a shy cutie, calum is a chill dude, lashton is lashtoning, and also calum happens to save michael from dealing with a homophobic person.

Doubtful Heart, Foolish Love (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) luke/ashton M, 18k

Summary: Cameron left their sheets smelling like foreign flowers every other day, not even extending Ashton the kindness of showering between beds and Ashton doesn’t know if it was the mistress who created the cracks in his relationship or if she just sneaked between them and then left neon signs pointing at them; but neither of the options make it better.

Ashton’s absent lover ruins their relationship by seeking greener pastures, leaving him devastated. Luke, the barista who becomes his unlikely ally, helps him find greener pastures for himself.

Got My Heartbeat Skipping (ao3) - galacticsugar calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Calum still remembers the first time he came in, probably six months ago. He showed up two minutes after Calum unlocked the door and had greeted Calum with an enthusiastic "good morning!" as he stepped into the shop. It was confusing to Calum that anyone could be that alert at 6am without having had their coffee yet.

Hey boy, stop pacing around the room (ao3) - Extras0fts michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Michael read the name written on his coffee cup. He sighed, cringing at the misspelling of his own simple name. In messy handwriting, 'Meekle' was scrawled along the side of the cup. He shrugged before taking his coffee and leaving for his next class while daydreaming about the clumsy barista boy.

Or the story where Calum is a clumsy barista who always gets his crush's order wrong.

Home is just a feeling, after all (ao3) - Aston (orphan_account) michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Luke is a new barista at a coffee shop in town. This is exactly how he meets Ashton, Michael, and Calum.

I’ve Got The Recipe (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Michael keeps going back to the same coffee shop and no, it has nothing to do with the cute barista.Or 3 times Michael went to Luke’s coffee shop to see him and 1 time Luke visited Michael at his job

like a bursting sunrise (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: Luke holds out his free hand, and Calum shakes it. Of course his hands are exactly as soft as they look. Calum starts to resent the limitations of visual art. How is he meant to convey the soft hands, the twinkling eyes, the deep and mellifluous laugh? With an HB pencil?

“I’m gonna go make your coffee,” says Luke, and with that he walks away. Calum watches him go and resents the fact that drawing Luke’s face means he can’t draw Luke’s back. Art is highly overrated.

(Or: Calum's an artist, Luke's a barista, you know the drill.)

Nothing In The World Can Buy (ao3) - Maluminspace michael/luke N/R, 2k

Summary: Anyone else would probably perceive Luke as arrogant but Michael sees past the office worker’s facade. Luke’s cocky smile and remarks are nothing more than a misplaced attempt to keep his true self hidden, Michael knows this because he’s been guilty of doing the exact same thing in the past.

“Ah you forgive him, don’t you, Mikey?” Calum smirks, quirking his eyebrows as he takes the boxes and turns to take them over to the counter where they’re kept.

“Ignore him...” Michael scoffs as he steps towards the till. “What can I get for you today?” He asks, trying desperately not to imagine just how red his cheeks are right now.

The smirk is still lingering on Luke’s lips as he hands Michael a piece of paper with a long list of names and coffees written on it. “Sorry, it’s an extra complicated today.” He shrugs. “Everyone is getting into the Christmas spirit so pretty much all of them want some festive flavour in their coffee this morning.”

Michael scans the list quickly, internally sighing at how long it will take to make everything that’s written on it. Just before he starts the mammoth task, he realises something. “Your order isn’t on here...” He frowns, returning his gaze to Luke.

Shaking and Waiting For Something More (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: Luke really likes the barista at their local coffee shop but he’s too nervous to do anything about it.

thought i had you in the palm of my hand (ao3) - lastrealdreamer michael/luke, calum/ofc G, 9k

Summary: an au where luke runs away from his feelings, michael works as a barista, ashton is the somewhat helpful roommate, and calum only shows up at the last minute.

we can watch the snow fall forever and ever (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: “Here, you got the last one. Enjoy,” Luke smiles, handing Calum the bag over the register. Calum’s eyes light up, taking the wrapped pastry from Luke. “I thought you said you were all out of everything?” Calum asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m full of surprises,” Luke quips, biting at his lip.

Or, Luke and Ashton open a coffee shop, and Calum is Luke's favorite customer

[durgasstrology]

Effective Ways for Bad Luck Removal and Positive Energy Restoration

In a world where uncertainty lurks around every corner, luck can often feel elusive. Whether it's a string of unfortunate events or a persistent feeling of negativity, the notion of bad luck can weigh heavily on one's spirit. However, fear not, for there are ways to shake off the cloak of misfortune and invite positive energy back into your life. This guide will explore effective methods for bad luck removal, helping you reclaim control and restore balance to your life.

Understanding Bad Luck:

Before delving into bad luck removal, it's essential to understand what constitutes bad luck. While some may dismiss it as mere superstition, many cultures and belief systems acknowledge the influence of negative energy on one's fortunes. Bad luck can manifest in various forms, from persistent financial struggles to a series of unfortunate events in personal or professional life. It's often accompanied by feelings of frustration, anxiety, and helplessness, creating a cycle that seems impossible to break.

Identifying Sources of Bad Luck:

To effectively remove bad luck, it's crucial to identify its sources. Sometimes, negative energy can result from external factors such as environmental influences, toxic relationships, or unresolved conflicts. Other times, it may stem from internal sources like self-doubt, limiting beliefs, or past traumas. By pinpointing the root causes of bad luck, you can devise targeted strategies to address them and neutralize their impact on your life.

Effective Methods for Bad Luck Removal:

Cleansing Rituals:

Smudging: Utilize sacred herbs such as sage, cedar, or palo santo to cleanse your space of negative energy. Light the herb bundle and allow the smoke to waft through your home, focusing on areas where bad luck seems most prevalent.

Salt Baths: Soaking in a bath infused with sea or Himalayan salt can help draw out negative energy from your body. Visualize the saltwater absorbing any residual negativity as you relax and rejuvenate.

Energy Clearing Techniques:

Meditation: Practice mindfulness meditation for bad luck removal to quiet the mind and center yourself. Visualize a sphere of white light surrounding you, purifying your energy field and repelling negativity.

Reiki Healing: Seek out a certified Reiki practitioner for energy healing sessions. Reiki utilizes universal life force energy to balance the body's energy centers, promoting holistic healing and emotional well-being.

Positive Affirmations and Visualization:

Affirmations: Repeat positive affirmations daily to reprogram your subconscious mind and attract abundance into your life. Affirmations such as "I am worthy of good fortune" or "I release all negativity and welcome positivity" can help shift your mindset.

Visualization: Envision yourself surrounded by a bubble of golden light, deflecting any negative influences. Picture your desired outcomes with clarity and conviction, manifesting a reality filled with positivity and opportunity.

Gratitude Practice:

Gratitude Journaling: Dedicate time each day to reflect on what you're grateful for. By focusing on the abundance in your life, you shift your perspective from lack to abundance, inviting more blessings to flow your way. In the journey of bad luck removal, consistency is key. Make these practices a part of your daily routine, reinforcing positive energy and dispelling negativity. Trust in the process and remain open to the possibilities that await on the other side of adversity. Embrace the transformation with unwavering determination.

Conclusion:

Bad luck may seem impossible at times, but with the right approach, it can be overcome. By implementing cleansing rituals, energy-clearing techniques, practicing positive affirmations, and cultivating gratitude, you can banish negative energy and invite abundance into your life. Remember, you have the power to shape your destiny—embrace bad luck removal confidently with Durga Astrology and watch as the tides of fortune turn in your favor.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Runaway Wolf - Chapter 23b

*Warning: Adult Content*

Levi Blackman

Once I knew Kyle was settled down in the room I when to search for Cyrus.

Being here was not good for Kyle I was starting to realize, all these new faces around would keep him coiled tight like this.

So it was best to just go home where he knew he would be safe and he trusted people.

I found Cyrus sitting in a very spacious living room... his head turned when I entered.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied and sank back in the couch next to him.

The T.V. was on some random station but neither of us was looking at it.

“He doesn’t like me very much that mate of yours,” Cyrus joked trying to keep the mood light.

I sighed.

“I don’t think he likes anyone right now.”

“Well, all except you that is,” he stated nudging me with his elbow.

The room was quiet for a while as we sat together.

I saw a few of his pack member’s walk by and greet the both of us when I remembered something.

The room was quiet for a while as we sat together.

I saw a few of his pack member’s walk by and greet the both of us when I remembered something.

“What happened to that chick form earlier?”

I jumped up in my seat.

“You mean Nadia? I caught her again and sent her to a special facility for her kind.”

His body was totally relaxed as he talked so I did the same.

Just the thought of her around Kyle made my blood boil.

Who knows she could have been the one torturing my mate.

“Good because it was her kind that did this to Kyle,” I muttered settling back in the couch drawing my knees close to my chest.

“I kind of figured as much.”

I snapped my head in his direction.

“You did?”

He nodded.

“Well I do apprehend these women a lot and I come across a lot of victims who have suffered at their hands. I believe Lakota is one as well, explains why he never shifts from his wolf form, poor pup,” he explained to me.

I just sat there staring at him.

‘Lakota is a werewolf?’

Well he certainly knew how to mask his human scent pretty well.

And that would also explain why my front door was unlocked when no one was home.

“Where is he by the way?” I asked.

“Who, the pup? He’s taken a real liking to the horses and sleeps out in the stable with them. I would say there all getting along swimmingly. You can’t even take one for a ride without them wanting Lakota by their side, which is weird and goes against nature but okay,” he chuckled with a shrug.

I smiled shaking my head.

Well I guess it was good that he took to this place, I could tell the people here were really nice from the few that have greeted me since I woke up.

“So... I had Alpha Redding call your Alpha and he told me that they were coming in the next few days or so.”

I nodded.

“Cool. So. Why do you call your dad so formally?”

I noticed his body became stiff beside me.

“How did you find that out? Outsiders aren’t supposed to know that,” he groaned.

“Your dad told me,” I said and he visually relaxed.

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

“Maybe your pack and mine have an alliance or the former Alpha and your father were friends or something.”

He nodded.

“Maybe.”

It was silence for a while before I broke it to ask what I was dying to.

“You’re an Elder, aren’t you?” the statement brought Cyrus’s head snapping my way.

“You are one observant pup, aren’t you?”

I shrugged.

“You can say that.”

This brought a smile to his face.

“So what are you going to do about your mate? It seems that he’s not a very trusting fellow, right now,” Cyrus changed the subject.

I sighed, slumping back into the couch.

“Your right. I can’t imagine what those women did to him and in a way I don’t want to know but it was bad. I’m just hoping that he’ll feel more comfortable at home, with his family and friends, you know?” I explained and he nodded.  

‘That was if he could stand being near any of them,’ I thought.

“Syrithes aren’t a joke. I know you probably don’t want to hear this but if he was in their keeping nothing good came from it. We have a lot of rescues from those deranged bitches and not one has fully recovered from the mental or physical trauma that was done to them. So the best advice I can give you is don’t give up on him no matter what because he’s been through hell and back I would assume.”

With that I watched him stand and stretch with a big yawn.

“Oh and don’t tell anyone I’m an Elder, that’s supposed to be a secret,” he smirked with a wink and left out of the room.

As I sat alone I thought about all that had happen in such a short time.

Wondering what all my friends were up to?

Wondering if they noticed I was gone or not… of course they noticed.

Those guys were like hound dogs that knew how to sniff me out when I was hiding from them but there was no sniffing me now.

I had left is such a hurry I wonder if they hate me for it.

Not to mention Matthew’s death would have caused questions, well not that they knew he was dead, since hunters had their own clean up crew, just missing along with me and Kyle.

Maybe they thought we all were on some kind of vacation.

“Ugh,” I exclaimed dropping my head back on the edge of the couch.

I missed everyone.

I missed the busyness of the city, even Pope.

Spirits help me.

But maybe it was time to move on again, with Kyle this time and be a proper mated couple.

Spirits know how long I’ve waited for it.

Yeah, it was defiantly time.

We have been though too much to let this perfect moment pass us by.

Kyle was mine now and he was going nowhere.

[oppsie-loopsy]

A Thrilling and Phenomenal Affair at Western Mindanao State University Pagadian Campus

November 3, 2023. Oath Taking, Turnover Ceremony and Socialization Night at Western Mindanao State University Pagadian Campus A.Y. 2023-2024.

In legal and professional contexts, taking an oath is a big deal. It serves as a solemn and official oath of devotion to specific moral concepts, decency, and honesty. Adopting an oath encourages accountability for one's conduct, emphasizes the importance of personal credibility, and fosters trust.

As the academic year passed by, global universities have to change and reinforce a new set of student councils for us, students to have leaders that are full of energy and vigor.

On top of that, fellow students and faculties of the said university show one's face at the venue to witness and embark on the fabulous red carpet entrance and to put on show their mesmerizing halloween costumes.

As the dawn approaches, it is the time for the students and faculties to arrive. There are those witches, horror character movies inspired by cat women, The Nun, Wednesday Addams, Joker, wizards, and many more.

After the red carpet grand entrance, there are some competitions that include singing contests where the students from different departments showcase their harmonic voices in singing, story telling contests that make the crowd terrified, dance contests that make the students groove and shake a leg while watching, and also horror movie thrill contests where the graphics, concept and visual of each contenders are so breathtaking, nerve-racking, and horrified.

Before I forget, there are also costume winners that made the board of judges amazed and have captured their attention, which I unexpectedly also have to one's named Ms. Headturner of that night.

Subsequently, the emcee has announced that the haunted room was already open and it is ready for students to enter for us to feel the terrifying, extreme, and hair-raising experience inside of it, where there are those people who slip into clothes of scary figures and ghosts.

Many of the students entered the haunted room and some of them took video clips for documentation and for memories to be remembered.

Thereafter, after those horrible happenings, Ma'am Criselda Ricohermoso, the Campus Administrator took the pledge with the new designated University School Council members from mayor to councilors. Ma'am Criselda Ricohermoso then, spoke briefly of good leadership, trustworthy and accountable ability of one's who will lead and take supervision of the campus in a whole academic year. Later on the former USC president, gave a short speech with a tearful eye, remembering his memories of leadership in the campus with other members of USC and also with the students whom he has relied on. He also added that he will be missed to serve and fabricate new ideas for the campus.

And lastly, the students enjoyed their most awaited part of the event, where they can get a buzz out of party. All the students raved-up on the campus ground and enjoyed the loud bombarded rhythm of music and the multi colored shadows of light where they gave the best of their lives as college students.

The campus engages an audio sound system and kaleidoscopic disco lights where the students feel every beat of the music.

I could say that the event is very memorable and gratifying my experience as a college student in a state university where the pressure is always above my head, it was successful and thank God, as it was held in the ground, there's no rainstorm that could exterminate the part of the event. I am looking forward to many events and programs that the Western Mindanao State University Pagadian Campus will draw up in the coming months or academic year.

"But yet, this is a memorable one I'll always remember, having a social life while striving hard in my studies in college".

HAVE A BLAST!