#it still gives me the warm fuzzies

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Discotek's Tales of Symphonia The Animation Blu-Ray is Rather...

So in preparation for next month's Colloyd Week, I rewatched the Tales of Symphonia OVAs to catalogue ideas/references. As it happens, it's been well over a decade since I last saw it, and what better way to celebrate my original OTP by finally fishing out that Discotek Blu-Ray I've had lying around?

And folks, now that the two worlds've been reunited and my original OTP's riding off into the sunset, I gotta ask...

Holy cow, did they have any budget on this thing or what?!

No, seriously, what happened here? The translated script's all well and good, but, come on: the absent omakes? The garish yellow subtitles? The untranslated credits? The mistranslated names?! Really, I'm convinced they had some half-complete style guide because while "Raine", "Genis", and Colette's angel symptoms are left intact, we're left to juggle the following silliness:

"Barraclough Temple" (Balacruf Mausoleum)

"Rewin" (Luin)

"Ascard" (Asgard)

"Haimah" (Hima)

"Techbirds" (Rheairds)

"Gaorakia Forest" (Gaoracchia Forest)

"Artesta" (Altessa)

"Cybac" (Sybak)

"Taiga" ("Tiga")

"Kuciak" (Kuchinawa -- HOW DO YOU MESS THIS UP THIS IS PLAIN JAPANESE)

"Trent Forest" (Torent Forest)

Now, us eagle-eyed Tales of Symphonia fans might pick up how a couple of these are indeed the original Japanese names (for instance, I can buy Ascard slipping through since it's on the opening map), but while localization discrepancies across multimedia are hardly anything new (VIZ Media's Dragon Ball/One Piece manga releases being prime examples), some of these display a shocking lack of professionalism -- you hear Sheena pronouncing "Kuchinawa" plain as day and "Techbirds" is the Tales of Phantasia name for the Rheairds! How did these happen?!

Look, I get it: licensing anime's expensive and sometimes things fall through -- these releases were mighty pricy over in Japan and if excising the bonuses meant an affordable $40 set, so be it -- but sheesh, if you're gonna treat us to a barebones release, at least show some care and consistency in the actual main course. This is a fan's-first work, after all -- us Tales of Symphonia faithful have been through the wringer with those dreadful remasters alone, and we'll take whatever respite we can get.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off for a retreat into the Trent Forest. Full of Trents, I imagine. Maybe they'll help me write my fic

(The actual OVA itself? Again, a fan's-first product -- I can't say it's especially welcoming to newcomers with how a 40+ hour game's divided into 11 half-hour episode, but hey, could be way worse. The animation and overall look's gorgeous, Almateria's a hauntingly beautiful opening, the cast chemistry is genuinely endearing, the drama and messaging land as well as ever (I felt emotions on that last episode), and that sickingly-sweet Colloyd goodness drowns you in mushy, soppy fluff -- like being cuddled by ten Noishes at once. Mmm.)

[sysig]

Just keep getting back up (Patreon)

[talos-to-listens]

This. This is a good scene.

[butterflybloodbarf]

i get that most people ~liked~ the righteous gemstones, but do you listen to “misbehavin’” and “there will come a payday” at least once a week … or are you normal?

[dent-de-leon]

Caleb not only being Kingsley's first crush, but also becoming his first partner and experience with romance...that would heal him I think--

[cloudystevie]

Omg I saw you mentioned you have wips your working on and I just wanted to say I’m so excited 🥹 I been following your blog since the early days

thank you so much sweetiepie😊😊😊😊🩷🩷🩷🩷 i cant tell you how much this ask means to me thank you for following me and keeping up with me even though ive been so flaky for the past 3 years😓 im gonna try so so so hard to sit tf down and start working on my wips again tomorrow just for you🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[yongjae37]

AKIRA X KEITH

From @whoalookingcooljoker’s Your Constellation Prize

Akira is Hollywood's biggest celebrity. He sings, he acts, he models, he does it all and he does it perfectly. That's what Shiro thinks at least, but what would he know? He's just a tired office worker whose dreams fell through years ago. ...But when he sees Akira, oh god, when he sees him - Shiro's world fills with light again.  read here:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16898082 

[ridragon]

A lot of Tumblr people are telling the newcomers that likes do literally nothing, but don't take that as that they're literally worthless. A like, algorithmically, doesn't do anything yes, but you can use them for bookmarks to save posts. They also can show an op you support them if you can't think of a comment or something on a post of theirs. You don't also don't need to reblog things if you're shy, (I keep seeing posts that feel a bit... Guilt trippy towards people who don't want to.) artists really appreciate rbs in particular because it's often the only way we can be seen more and we can get more eyes on the art and our blog and work, but if you're shy or just don't want to any decent person wouldn't hold it against you if you just wanna just like to show your support quietly! Just remember that reblogs are appreciated even more.

[voxmyriad]

Just read your Jarvis/Tony fic (I'm RedLlamas) and gotta say, I'm going crazy over it!!! In your time of need, you CAN call me to aid u 💛

holy shit

That comment was the first thing I read in 2024 and I'm SO TOUCHED! I wrote that fic very very fast after seeing Iron Man opening weekend in 2008, fast enough that it was definitely one of the first Tony/Jarvis fics, even if it only got posted to AO3 more recently (it was on Livejournal once upon a time). I look back on it very fondly, and I'm so happy it can still delight people 15 years later. You have my eternal gratitude!!

[magnusthepuppet]

Heya! <3 I'm really nervous to tell you this unanonymous but you're a huge inspiration to me and also my favorite artist on here. Your style is so unique, gorgeous, and very detailed. It's always a treat when you post and seeing it on my dashboard/front page makes my day. Your colors are also always so cool and all of the colors you use just fits so well together! And I know I said this before but the details in your art is insane! Every little thing is ksoslelwlwl /POS I love it so much! And to top it off you're so cool and a chill and kind person. Get well soon 💙

wow…words cannot describe how grateful i am to read this. i’m SO SO SO happy that i can inspire you, and SO SO SO happy that you enjoy my work.

whoever you are, thank you so much <3

[excalisbury]

🎉 HAPPY COBB CLAIM DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE 🎉

@carry-on-big-bang

[akuma-homura]

also, with me and dsmp, i'm not following it anymore and ultimately my interest with it was always MAINLY with ranboo, technoblade and the syndicate

also the music. a lot of the fan music kicks absolute ass.

since technoblade is... gone, and the rest of the syndicate group aren't continuing onto the next season, there's no reason for me to attempt to follow it along.

not to mention uh, other things and all going on, to where this is a good time to stop watching, but.

I still enjoy seeing c!techno and syndicate related things musings / analysis / art / ect ect though, thus why I'll still reblog those.

plus still listen to some songs. again, a lot of the fansongs slapped hard.

[nottheweirdest]

i've only followed you for a day and a half but if anything happened to you i'd burn down ao3 and then myself (YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!!!) ❤️

Omg what a freaking compliment!! I don't even know what to say 💕🥺😭🙏💞 . Thank you!!! I can't say I've had many people threaten to burn something down on my behalf 😜. I feel very special 🥰.

[myname-isnia]

Just cried for two hours straight. It seems that no good mood of mine can last for too long.

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

[ovaryacted]

PAIRING: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x f! reader || WC: 900 CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Missionary Position/Mating Press. Overstimulation. Mentions of sub-space. Logan is an endearing tease.

Alright...Y'all know I just had to. If it wasn't already evident based on my previous posts, Wolverine is rotting my brain and Hugh Jackman snuck up on me in my sleep and slipped into my head again. I had to get this out of my system before I went insane lmao, and don't worry, I have longer pieces in mind for claw daddy. When writing this, I also imagined the X-Men version of Logan cause I loved the og movies, so this isn't the variant Logan from the Deadpool movie but imagine whichever version tickles your fancy! Thanks to @ozarkthedog for helping me pinpoint his characterization btw. <3

At times, Logan knew he could be a lot to handle. Not that he would really give a fuck most days, but he became more conscious of his presence when he met you. Softer, much more pliant in comparison to him, covered in hard muscle and rugged tendons. You didn’t mind his intensity, much less his overbearing weight and heavy hand. In fact, you welcomed all of him and encouraged him to let loose and forget about his fears regarding how he handled you.

“I’m not made of glass, Logan. I can take it, trust me.”

You told him once, his eyes silently apprehensive as he glanced at you. He was always careful, always self-aware, and treated you with respect. You knew it would take much more convincing to get exactly what you wanted with your lover, who was too adamant about keeping Logan and Wolverine separated in your relationship. But just this once, you asked for his trust to try something else, something a little different.

Ultimately, you got what you wanted, but your curious ambition may have underestimated the situation.

Legs pinned above his broad shoulders, Logan’s hips hammered into you as he fucked you into the mattress. You’ve lost track of time since he pulled the first orgasm between your legs, the tip of his nose and upper lip covered in your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of your bedroom. He surprised you as he kept going, pulling another release out of you with the use of his thick fingers, and a third the moment he slipped his body into yours over and over again.

The back of your head lay limp against the crumbled pillow underneath, thighs shaking on impact and your body jolting upwards with every thrust Logan gave you. You didn’t have the energy to moan or cry out for him anymore, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your hands loosely held his flexing biceps.

You were lost, so far gone into pleasure, your brain wasn’t working anymore. The only thing on your mind was how the tip of Logan’s cock continued to hit that spot inside you with rehearsed precision, sending you further into that fuzzy headspace you seemed to enjoy. Your eyesight grew hazy, glossed over with tears on your lashline that began to fall down your warm cheeks. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a comforting palm on your face, fingertips tapping along your cheekbone in an attempt to ground you back to reality.

“You still with me, sugar?” He asked, gravelly voice filtering through your ears. You whined in response, pupils losing focus as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Not a single thought in your head now, huh?” The creases on Logan’s temple became more prominent as he smirked, deep strokes intensifying the heat you felt deep in your gut.

“C’mon sweetheart, need to hear you say something. Talk to me.” His nose bumped into yours, huffs evident on your bottom lip as you struggled to find your voice.

“Logan...” Your voice was breathless and raw, trailing off into a meek whimper at the feel of his other hand squeezing your waist. Your eyes trailed up to his own, hazel irises and a toothy smile came into view, causing you to clench around him. 

“There she is. This too much for you?” He knew it was, knew that this was what you asked of him, to push your limits and bring you to the point of no return.

Your mind fizzled out, the grip on his arm waning as he continued to thrust hard into you. You gave him a feeble nod, finding enough stamina to provide an answer. It was too much; three orgasms in, and your entire body felt on edge and overstimulated, sensitive to anything that was done or said within the confines of your bedroom. And yet, you didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to eat your own words and make him proud.

“I know, honey, I know. Just giving you what you wanted.” Logan teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm that matched his cocky expression.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your thighs and knees shaking on either side of his head. He continued to move against you, the hand that was on your waist drifted between your legs, seeking out your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed into the engorged nub, rubbing it in diligent circles that sent your hips jolting away from him. Logan held on to one of your thighs, pressing it towards the mattress and bending forward to pin you in place. Your heart raced, your chest ached, and you tightened at the violent wave of your next climax threatening to wash over you. 

“Keep your eyes on me, right up here. I gotcha.” Logan said, maintaining the powerful drives of his hips until you came around him with a scream of his name, doing your best to hold his gaze. You sobbed at the feeling, a neverending spiral of bliss filling your body and making your head go blank.

“That’s right, atta girl. Keep looking at me.” He rasped, groaning loudly under his breath and leaning down to give you a bruising kiss, spilling into you and filling you to the brim not that long afterwards.

Sure, Logan can be a lot to tolerate sometimes, but you didn’t mind being the one to handle him.

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