#rainbow portrait project

[tubulartoasts]

drawing of michael from 2021

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

hello again fellow denizens of our beloved hellsite, once again i need assistance in picking my Next Book To Read (after i finish this nonfic and perhaps also HILL HOUSE). these are all somehow adjacent to the writing project i'm working on, so i might even read them in order of Victor to Loser (though i reserve the right to say nah).

please help me select my next read based on ZERO propaganda, only titles and cover vibes.

here are all their beautiful faces:

button-press away!!

[brocahauntas]

Playing around and pretending I’m in art school again.

[ereardon]

Too Far Gone [Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw x Reader]

Summary: Your life changed forever the moment you fell for Bradley Bradshaw. But his life wasn’t an easy one to fit into. He had more baggage than lost and found at JFK airport. You were always one for a fixer upper. Bradley could be your ultimate passion project. But was he too far gone for you to save him? 

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader 

WC: 1.5K 

Warnings: Angst, death

You could pinpoint the very moment you saw Bradley Bradshaw because your heart stopped for a beat. 

Or maybe it just felt like that, but really it was the fact that the jukebox chose that exact second to cut out, eliciting groans from the other patrons. But there was nothing except a wide smile on your face as Bradley caught your gaze across the room. 

The way his fingers circled your waist on the dance floor, the effortless way his lips curled back in a grin beneath his mustache when he looked at you, the hearty chuckle he let out when you recited your best dad jokes, all made you realize you somewhere deep in the recesses of your heart that he was it. He wasn’t just some guy you’d pick up at a bar and fuck under the cloak of night, wash away with a cycle of laundry the next day, a number never saved into your phone’s contact book, fingertips only ghosting over your skin, never laying down roots like pioneer settlers. 

No, he was the kind of man you moved mountains for. The kind of man you worshiped under the faint yellow lamp light after a night spent picking furniture for your new house, the kind of man you took home to meet your mother and made sure she served him the good bagels, the kind of man you prayed to raise babies with. 

The only problem was, he didn’t think he was. 

You loved Bradley instantly. You were drawn to him, like mosquitos on moist skin during a hike in Acadia. He was your candy. He was the whole fucking pre fixe menu. He was your lifeline. 

And he was terrified every time you told him that fact.

Bradley didn’t have to woo you. You were already his. But he did it, anyway. Maybe to prove to you that he knew your worth. Maybe to prove to himself that he was worth your time. 

You moved into his home, the one he had shared with his mother before she died, six months after that night at the bar. 

You told him you loved him after four months. Took him to meet your mother back in New York for Christmas. Laughed at the way he attempted to sleep comfortably, all six foot two inches of him, on your childhood double bed, surrounded by stuffed animals and the shrine of photos your mother kept on the walls that made it look like your wake, every step down the hall revealing another portrait, your childhood seemingly spread out in framed perpetuity.  

You understood when he didn’t say it back right away. You had always been like that: quick to fall. Quick to confess. Quick to hurt. 

Bradley was the opposite. He needed structure and you tried to give it to him. He needed space sometimes and you let him have it. You knew when his eyes grew dark and his lip twitched but he remained silent that he needed to be alone. You were the rainbow in the sunlight after his stormy days. No matter how far he receded, you knew that he’d come back around. He always did. Fingers reaching out to thread through the waistband of your jeans, dragging you onto his lap, his lips pressed tightly beneath your ear. 

I’m sorry, he would say. I’m trying. 

You begged him to tell you what was wrong. You begged him to tell you what was rolling around in his beautiful mind. You needed to know what pain lingered away in the cabinet of his heart that he kept under lock and key. 

You begged him to fight. If only because it would guarantee he would finally tell you the truth. 

He was a closed book and you were a voracious reader. You read all the contextual material but you had yet to read the source. You knew everything about him that he let you know, but nothing that truly mattered. 

After a year, you were still saying I love you to a silent half of the bed, Bradley curled away so he couldn’t see the tears slipping down your face. 

But you wouldn’t leave. He wanted you to stay, you knew it. 

He was the man of your dreams, but he couldn’t say it. 

It didn’t matter. He showed you he loved you every day. It was the way he rested his chin on your shoulder as you cut cucumbers for a salad. The way he always filled up your car with gas when it slipped below half because he knew how much you hated to pump it yourself. It was how he always made sure to keep your favorite coffee in the cupboard, and how he’d create a space for you to snuggle into him on the couch, your guilty pleasure show already queued up and ready to play. 

So after a year, you thought maybe he would never say it. That maybe it didn’t matter to hear the person you loved more than life, more than air, tell you that they loved you back in words. Perhaps it didn’t matter that he had never said it. He showed it in every choice he made, every breath he took. 

But then you snapped. 

The wine curdled in your stomach along with vodka and beer and you had a finger pressed to his chest in the kitchen with one light flickering intermittently, your shoes splayed somewhere near the door, Bradley’s shirt rumped from where you had fisted handfuls near his collar in anger as he parked the car after a night out. 

Why don’t you love me? Your demanding words filled the kitchen. The space you loved. The house you adored. The comfortable life you had once only dreamed of. And you were ready to throw it all away for three words. 

When did I ever say I didn’t? His soft brown eyes were filled with regret and looking at them too long made you want to dig yourself a grave and lie down in it, stop causing him so much pain, stop being such a burden, stop making his life harder than it already was. 

When you never said it to start. The tearful echo of your cracked voice bounced off the walls, filling Bradley’s heart with sorrow. 

He reached out and pulled you into his arms. I do love you. I’m just scared. 

And then the file cabinet in his heart sprung open. He was afraid. He was terrified. He had watched his mother mourn his father for his entire life. He had watched Mav walk away from him. He had watched his wingman die. He had seen his teammates get shot down. He had loved someone who had left him in the middle of the night. He had loved his mother as she died peacefully in his arms. He had known love and death and he was reeling from the impact of it all. 

He was the physical embodiment of sadness. He was pain personified. He was broken, he said. 

You’re not broken, you replied. 

You can’t save me, no matter how hard you try. 

Yes, I can. 

And you tried. Bradley collapsed in your arms and you brushed away the tears, whispered in his ear how kind he was, how loved he was. 

Every day you told him he was loved. Cherished. Good enough. Smart enough. Kind enough. Strong enough. 

But it wasn’t enough. 

So when the stick turned pink, you didn’t try to stop the tears from falling. It felt like a trap. A vicious circle. You knew he would leave. Why would he stay? His greatest fear was pain. There was no greater pain than having a child you would one day have to leave. 

You considered leaving. You considered staying. In the end, it was Bradley’s choice. 

He held the test in his large hands and you watched tears slip down his cheeks. 

To your surprise, he got down on his knees, fingers gently lifting up the hem of your shirt. He pressed his lips to your still flat stomach. 

I love you. His words reverberated beneath your skin, enveloping your unborn child. It was the first time you heard him say it unprompted. He raised his eyes to yours. I love you, too. 

You couldn’t fix him if he didn’t want to be fixed. Your son’s hands in his father’s was the only medicine that could attempt to erase all of the pain in Bradley’s life. All of the mistakes and heartache and sorrow that filled him to the brim, threatened to spill over onto the spotless floor of the life you two had built together. 

It wasn’t until years later, when your son was grown and you watched Bradley hold his grandson in his arms for the first time that you realized he had never been as broken as he had led you to believe. The pieces had always been there. 

All it took was one look across the bar to know that you would be the one to put him back together, make him whole. 

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[jacentric]

heres some of my fibers and metalsmithing work if yall wanna see it :) im putting it all under the cut so i can explain them a bit lmao (and theres also a good amount of them)

this one is probably my favorite maybe ever. its a self portrait and i dyed the three colors in the background that arent solids and the patterns in my hair and shirt i designed in illustrator and printed them out on fabric with this rly cool fabric printer. this is also 60x80 inches so its big. and the backing fabric is also fully dyed (the photo on the right featuring my cat helping ofc)

these are little keychains/zipper pulls of pride flags that i dyed most of the colors for (excluding the basic rainbow) and wove on an inkle loom. we sold them to raise money for various queer charities (i started this project after a shooting at a queer club in my state. we donated about $500 to them)

these rings were lost wax cast in sterling silver and bronze. the two on the left are knit and purl stitches and i hand carved them out of wax. the next three are cat food, corn, and a tractor tire and those i designed in a 3d modeling program and 3d printed them out. and the last one is a design from a spoon handle that i took a mold of and then cast.

this one is another favorite. instead of weaving just one solid fabric, this is weaving two at the same time (called double weave) and basically the black butterflies can be/are a seperate fabric than the purple ones. but they are interwoven together to make this pattern. it took foreverrrr to weave this and i came up with the pattern myself. (i was also individually picking up the strands to make the pattern based off of my graph paper sketch)

another weaving here that ended up being like 2x3 feet big. i wove it on a giant frame loom i made. its a tide pool and for our critique i submerged it in water and had a little aquarium pump running to create some waves. a fun fact about this piece was i made it when i first started watching foolish. this took absolutely forever and i watched foolish build the xd statue wings at the same time so we were 'suffering' together XD

i definitely have more to share if anyone wants to see them but ill end with this one for now. this is a copper chain mail pocket that can be used to help dye fabric. i made all of the jump rings myself (winding wire around a dowel and then sawing the spring into rings and which also took forever) and the chainmail pattern is called japanese 6 in 1. there is one slightly bigger and thicker ring with 6 smaller ones coming off of it. and it is so satisfying to hold bc its so heavy and makes such a nice noise. and the fabric dying bit, when dying with natural dyes (marigolds, logwood, etc) you need a mordant that basically allows the color to 'stick' to the fabric. most of the time, ive used alum which comes from aluminum, but copper also works. so i get to skip the step of pre-soaking the fabric in an alum mixture and can instead just put my marigolds into the copper pocket and that will mordant it and the same time its being dyed. you can see the little yellow fabric sticking out of the pocket there and that was dyed using the bag.

anyway if you made it this far down thanks for reading and id looove to talk more about any of this if you have questions or want to see more works of mine,, i have a lot XD :)

[joeyhazell-art-pride]

✨🌈Pride Sale 2023 🌈✨

This year’s Pride Sale on for a limited time! My inbox is open to all requests! Slots are currently full! Thank you so much everyone for the eager interest! I’ll reblog/update this post again if/when I’m able to take on more this month!

Slots Taken - 20/20

Running all June, I will be accepting commissions between May 28th - June 30th. I will be starting with a limit of 20 slots, which I shall keep updated on this post. More slots may become available based on IRL factors. Due to personal projects, this year’s sale will be a bit more limited, and re-adjusted fees, thank you for everyone’s patience and understanding.

50% of this years proceeds will be donated to Rainbow Railroad,  a non-profit organization that aids in support and relocation of targeted LGBTQ+ folks around the world.

If you wish to tip me personally you can do so with my kofi here.

Prices:

Full Colour (Pair) - $25

Full Colour (Solo) - $20

Limited Colour - $20

+ $5 per extra characters

General Rules:

- Payment is done through Paypal and Paypal only- all prices are in USD

- IRL, OCs and Fandom portraits are all welcome! 

- No furry/anthro characters however, just because I’m not as confident in drawing animals! I may be willing for an additional fee, depending on the complexity.

- No nsfw or fetish requests- lightly spicy🔥 is fine.

- These prices apply to PRIDE ART ONLY. If you are interested in non-pride related art, please refer to my regular prices here.

- TERFs and transphobic rhetoric are not welcome here.

Feel free to discuss more with me privately!  Please respect that I have the right to refuse any commissions for my own personal reasons.

DM or email me at joeyhazellm@hotmail.com

My Pride art is also available on Redbubble & Inprnt!  🛒(Redbubble for shirts and stickers etc, Inprnt for prints!)

All earnings from my Pride collections are donated to LGBT+ charities as well. If you’d like to see any of my past pride works for sale as a print, shoot me a DM!

[fizzlepopcreationz]

so i may have gone a little crazy with this one. but this is one 18x24” piece of black paper! closeups and a short tutorial under the cut!

every line was made by cutting out the white parts! the portraits were made by tracing the dark areas of a photograph onto tracing paper. if you’d like to try something similar, i’ll line out a quick summary of how this was made :)

1. choose a photograph (optional, you can also just make a drawing!)

1.5. (if using a photo) using a light box or a window, trace dark areas of the photograph onto some tracing paper with a black marker. be sure that all of the black areas are touching at least 2 others!! this is so your design doesn’t fall out of the paper. leaving a border around the design helps.

2. place the tracing paper or drawing on some carbon paper on top of the paper you’re going to cut, or you can take a regular pencil or graphite stick and cover the back of the image so it’ll transfer.

3. trace all of the white/empty areas of your design with a ballpoint pen so the lines will be sharp. a pencil can also work, but the tip wears down if your design is large, making your lines thicker. use your best judgement!

4. when all of the white shapes are transferred, you can start cutting it out! be sure to use a cutting mat and sharp exacto knife. it’s a lot harder with a dull blade. you may need to change blades a few times, i sure did.

5. and then you’re done! i’m sure you can use this method for other projects too! this is just what we did in class.

as for the thought process behind my design, that could be a whole separate post. the short answer is that it’s an identity portrait, so i have elements of all of my long standing interests. the vines, mushrooms, clouds and rainbow are all symbolic of my love of nature. the lightning and sunshower are meant to represent my emotional landscape and how turbulent it can be, but also my love of weather. the sun is wearing sunglasses because i think it’s ok to get goofy sometimes, but also it is the shape of my state’s symbol. the flower guy sitting on top of the mushroom is just a little mascot dude i’ve included in other art of mine, he deserved to be included here :) there’s more but use your imagination!

[chrissesbabe]

Painting-Matt Sturniolo

Guys, this is my first time writing on here, I used to write on wattpad and a bitch had 14k reads for it to be taken down but its fine[screaming retching, crying on the inside], so now I'm going to bless yous all with my writing. Hehe. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes or the use of incorrect grammar first a cannit spell and a have a thick accent, sorry.

WARNINGS- smut and lots of it.

Y/N- pov

To say the least, I love art, my first true love, along with Matt, following close second. Me and Matt are best friends, we have been since we were little. Me and matt came as a pare, we still do.

To me, he's a work of art, the funniest most beautiful person on the planet but, he's clueless to the fact, I have loved him since the day we met, in first grade.

Butterfly's erupt amongst my stomach, when even Matt slightly touches me, or looks at me a certain way, I cannot take my eyes off him. But, I am absolutely petrified via the fact, if I confess my love to Matt, things may become awkward and we lose our precious friendship, or we break up and never speak. So for all these long, tedious years it has been my biggest secret.

Within, my years of high school, I have always done art, its my favourite subject, Matt adores my love of art. He thinks its cool and quirky like me and believes, I have great skill, which always makes me blush.

For one of my art projects I decided to photograph Matt, I paint a plethora of portraits and I have never loved painting anyone more than Matt. I make sure to capture, his soft brunette locks, ocean blue eyes, chiselled cheeks and perfectly shaped pinkie lips.

Sometimes, in art I often stare in awe of my best friends beauty, I just simply cannot get enough. Recently, for a new project my teacher asked me to paint a live portrait. Normally, I use reference photos but now, I must get Matt to sit Infront of me for hours so I can paint him. I can't wait, staring at Matt for hours, my dream, possibly not his, but he agreed as he loves watching me do what I love.

My phone begins to buzz as I see matts name pop up on my screen.

"Hey, y/n I'm coming over now, so you can do that painting thingy, can't wait." I smile to myself as I read the message, I cant fucking wait.

MATTS POV-

I see Y/N reply to my message with,

"Okay, the doors unlocked, can't wait to paint your ugly face."

I have been looking forward to this, ever since y/n asked me, it may sound silly, but the thought of seeing y/n with her concentrating face having fun, provides me with so much enjoyment. I love her art, it reflects how beautiful she is, and how amazing her talent is.

Y/n honestly gets me through life, without her support I don't know what I would do, through creating me and my brothers channel she was and always has been our biggest supporter, and I love her for it, along with much more.

Quickly, I walk to my car, and buckle myself in, giddly I drive to her house, in anticipation for the day. Wondering into her house, I hear her shout my name as I run up the stairs, waiting for the sweet moment until I see her angelic face.

She looks beautiful as ever, sitting calmly on her desk chair with a easel and a rainbow of colourful paints laid out neatly on her desk.

Her smile warms my heart, as I walk over to her.

"Hey, cant fucking wait for this." I exclaim, embracing her in a long soft hug, as she wraps her slender arms around my shoulders, making my dick harden.

YOUR POV-

"mhm", I mumble into Matts neck, his hugs always make me feel so warm inside.

He sits down on the bed, as I take creative liberty and move his hair from his face, positioning it even more perfectly than it was before, and moving his shoulders so he's facing the perfect angle for me to capture his features.

I giggle to myself, at how silly he looks just sitting waiting for me to paint his features. He furrow's his eyebrows at me.

"What are you laughing at?" He bellows in confusion within his low and raspy voice, giving me tingles for no reason.

"You just look so silly." He giggles, and shoves my arm. I sit down and begin sketching him, making sure to capture his sharp angular features.

Patently, he sits, he sits and waits for me to draw him, occasionally, i glance over and smile within which, he returns.

Hitting a dilemma, I must move matts face.

"Is it okay, if I just rotate your face slightly," I ask confidently, and he nods. I move my hands cupping his soft face and slightly move his face forward and adjust his earing.

I can't help it but, I accidently, brush my finger over his lips, innocently and kiss his cheek, which I normally do, but this was different. Matt blushes as I pull away and begin sketching once again.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Matt shuffling, and notice him adjusting his pants.

Omg, I think he's hard. There's no way, well at least not from thinking of me, but I'm the only person here, did I make my best friend hard.

Taking my opportunity, I sweetly adjust his posture, for the drawing, I tell him, I moved my hands over his legs pushing them further apart, for the drawing, I tell myself.

Untill, I look down, making eye contact with Matt, his eyes are filled with lust and sheer sex.

Is this really happening, I question to myself.

Matt snakes his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest as we maintain eye contact, he looks down at my lips and grips my arse.

"Matty, baby we can't." I signal secretly, not wanting him to stop.

"Call me, baby one more time and i'll never stop." he answers sternly, I smile at him smugly allowing him full consent, to do whatever the fuck he wants to me. Eagerly, Matt interlocks his lips with mine, and I return, he slips his tongue across my lips, tugging at them with his teeth, immediately making me more wet than I already am.

Slow soft kisses, morph into wet, sloppy needy kisses as, I swipe my hand across his pulsating dick. I need his dick in my mouth right the fuck now.

I pull back, in awe of my best friend since childhood, with his hard dick clothed under my hand. Matt, pushes his two slender fingers into my mouth, pushing them in and out repeatedly, as I suck on them, making me want to wrap my mouth around his dick more.

I take this upon myself to drop down onto my knees and provide him with a innocent look.

"Baby, let me help you." I whisper seductively.

"Of course princess." Matt whimpers and forms my hair into a ponytail. My pussy, aches for him, as I pull his pants down and release his hard dick. Fuck me, it nearly took me out, its huge.

"Matt, I don't think it'll fit." I asked intently.

"It will, I'm sure you can do it." His words of support, give me all the confidence I need.

I pick his dick up, and treat it like my worst enemy, spitting up it and rubbing my hand up and down his dick, spreading my spit all over, making sure to rub his tip in the process.

Wrapping my mouth around his hard member, I begin to bob up and down, pumping him with my hand. Forcing him to release soft groans and aches of pleasure. After a few minutes of looking up and giving him the sex eyes, along with precum coating my lips, Matt begins to twitch.

He, pushes my head down harder onto his dick, and bucks up into my mouth, compelling me to choke on his dick.

"Mhm, fuck yes baby, going to make Daddy cum, ye?" Matt mumbles.

I nod and moan into Matt's dick, which only makes me gagg more.

Matt picks up his whimpers, making me almost cum from his sounds. Suddenly, Matt releases and coats my mouth with his cum, as it drip's down onto my reddish lips.

I smirk to Matt and rub my hand up his dick and gently touch his tip, knowing how sensitive he is from cumming that hard.

"Let me make you feel good, princess." Making me fold, I interlock my lips with his, and he pulls my lace pantys down and pulls my oversized graphic t of.

Revealing my tits, Matt stares in awe of how big they are.

"How have you been hiding these." As he says this, he takes one nipple into his mouth leaving hickies all over my tits and rolls, my other nipple with his finger, making my head fall back in blissful pleasure.

"Ride me baby." Matt moans out, rubbing my clit, with my moist wetness, and pulls me down onto him. Slowly, I push his tip into me, moaning at his girth, ass I attempt to push him all the way in.

"Relax gorgeous let me in." Within his words, he guides me down onto him. Almost screaming, I begin to grind onto him. He places his hands onto my arse and slapps it aggresivly, causing me to release a pornographic moan. Making him smile in a lustful manor.

I begin to pick up my pase, chasing my orgasm and Matt's whimpers of pleasure edging me even more.

"You should paint this position." Matt groans out.

"Ohhh, fuck yes Daddy." I scream as I begin to sense that familiar euphoric feeling in the pit of my stomach form. What a great idea.

"Matt, Matt, I'm going to cum."

"Cum with with me y/n" My legs begin to shake uncontrollably, as I release around his dick, smothering my pussy in both our juices.

I drop a sweat peck on Matts lips, before I lay down next to him, my art supplies scattered everywhere.

"Y/N." Matt softly asks.

"Yes, Matt."

"I love you."

"I have loved you since the day I met you."

Hoped you enjoyed this you absolute sluts, I just came up with this on the spot and then me vape died, nearly cried. But I haven't seen anything like this before, hehe love art, thought a was being different and quirky. I have missed writing omg, if you have any suggestions make sure to message me, might not be able to do loads tho, as I have lots of revision.

[emmyfairy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some head-cannons about giving the slashers the silent treatment for Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy & Stu, Vincent Sinclair

Thank you!!!

Requested

Hi I’m Em and I am in love with Vincent Sinclair (i’m imagining all ya’ll saying ‘hi em’)

reblog if you enjoy! any other ideas?

Uh oh, big boys are in the dog house. What are they like when their lovely gives them the silent treatment? 

Bubba

As soon as you skip your usual “Good Morning” he��s in tears

Once you step out of the bathroom, fresh faced and ready for a day of ignoring your man, he’s in your personal space, whining and crying, a fistful of wildflowers gripped tightly in his hand, roots still shaking dirt onto the floor

You'd have to clean that up so….

Honestly, just take the flowers and forgive him sweetie, he’s just gonna cry and whinge until you do, and no he won't admit he did anything wrong because he doesn't care

Not in a bad way, but your anger is too distracting for him to remember properly 

Thomas

Notices right away

Is worried right away

He’s so used to and in love with your babbling, nodding his head along with you, so when it’s sudden radio silence, when all of a sudden you won't even look at him? Instant heartbreak

Did he do something? Say something? Did someone else? Don’t you love him anymore?

It hasn't even been an entire day and you have this 6’5 hulking giant of a man literally at your feet

Im serious, after a few hours he can't stand it, bails on his chores, finds you and immediately drops to his knees, hugging your legs and burying his face in your tummy

He only peels himself away when he feels your hand start running through his hair (i've decided no one can stay mad at him he’s too soft)

After you coax him off of his knees the two of you have an open conversation and communicate your feelings in a healthy way, solving all the problems and boom sunshine and rainbows baby

Billy & Stu

We all know these two share a brain cell, and once ya’ll are together its split amongst you three

They do NOT catch onto your mood for a whileee

Honestly it’s probably one of your friends, or even your mom, that clues them in

They’re used to you being a bit on the quiet side, heaven knows the pair can entertain each other for hours with dumb boy stuff, and they spend their nights, well, ya’know…

When they do realize your unhappiness and silence these boys go the wallet route

Im talking flowers, chocolate, nice dinner, shoes, that outfit you were eyeing at the mall last week, and more flowers

You do eventually forgive them, but they honestly aren't much wiser afterwards

Vincent

Ngl he doesn't notice at first, not in a bad way, it’s just he gets so invested in his art

There are many nights he stays in his workshop, meddling away at his latest project, often skipping meals unless you bring them to him

I love this man okay, but baby can be a little bit of an airhead at times

Bo and Lester have both noticed by now and let’s just say dinner time is Awkward✨ 

By now Vinny is catching onto your cold shoulder 

Good thing he wears that mask because if you could see the pout on his lil face? All anger would be gone with the wind

Vince doesn’t really know what to do, his brothers sure as hell aren't helpful, so he does the only thing he can think of

Art, art and groveling 

He sketches a portrait of you, far too well done to be a quick one, and it almost encaptures how gorgeous he thinks you are

Once the sketch is in your hands, he’s slipping into bed with you, not bothering to move the covers, just smooshing against you, every inch of him on every inch of you, holding you close

When you look down to where he is parasitically attached to your chest, his eye is shining so sadly, there is no way you could stay mad at him

He’s just too cute, sorry I don't make the rules

[samejimamitsunari]

Hi! 👋

Do you have any recommendations on where to start with the sensei stuff from the ! era? Or is there a master list floating around somewhere? I just got into enstars a while ago and have been starving for old man content. I have no clue in hell where to look TT.

Have a good rest of your day/night!

- 🐑

hi anon! thank you for your ask and your interest in the senseis :)

enstars used to have a ton of translated stories on the wiki but until august 2021, translations were forced to be deleted by happy elements themselves. thankfully, some stories are uploaded on other sites.

here's a general timeline of sensei centric stories:

liar's idol (2016) -> the first sensei story to release on april fools. covers the foundations of jin and akiomi's dynamic (young and es1) and their idol philosophies and work ethics. cute old people reminiscing on their only youthful memories...

guilty of perjury (2017) -> the second sensei story to release on april fools. goes deeper into jin and akiomi's idol eras and the transition to a new era within the idol industry. more so focuses on jin's super idol perspective. this story was not uploaded to another site due to the translator's wishes. the way people have access to it is by using the wayback machine or through archives. please let me know through message or non-anon ask if you need help.

saga * rushing up rainbow stage (2018) [1] [2] -> aka rainbow. the third sensei story to be released as an actual ranking event. the first to not be an "april fools joke" and the first time and only time a sensei character was given a 5 star card. takes place in es1 era where jin takes up an idol project called "project saga". project saga was made to revive retired idols, to generalize. which he forms a temporary unit with chiaki, hokuto, and tori (rain-bows) while akiomi forcibly forms one with madara, mika, and sora (ba-barrier). not only is it the most important story in regards to sensei lore, but crucial to the development of every main cast character involved. i regard it as akira's magnum opus in enstars. it's 50 chapters long, but i promise you won't regret reading it.

saga * clashing rebirth live (2018-2019) -> aka saga. the sequel to rainbow, which seiya hidaka (hokuto's father) is introduced into the series to join project saga with jun and hiyori. it does focus more on eden and the main cast characters. i can't say much considering that the story isn't fully translated online, but i do think it's an important story in regards to how jin's relationships with jun and seiya are portrayed. it's still in the process of uploading chapters, so please support the proofer!

lullaby (2020) -> the first sensei centric (?) story to be released in es2 era on april fools! if you've seen the ensemble taisou mv, this is the related story for it. though, i do think it's more focused on jun rather than the senseis as a whole. considering that it is jun's fever dream! there are some interesting things revealed by akiomi towards the end of the story...

PORTRAIT (2022) -> this story was marketed to be a model trio story, but it's clear that it's... quite the akiomi centric event. akiomi shows up in all of the chapters except for one, which makes it funny that she's not the five star but a measly 3 star card (when it was released it... felt like a 5000 star card to me if i'm being honest). PORTRAIT is an extremely important akiomi centered story that reveals an immense amount of information regarding her model era, demeanor, worries, and goals at the time. it's also important since we never had a story that was so heavily centered on akiomi, especially with the fact that she wasn't a mere foil to jin this time. it reveals akiomi's importance to the model trio's lives and one of the leading reasons why she left the modeling industry. the first 3 chapters are translated however i cannot link the source publicly. like stated above, message or send a non-anon ask if you'd like to read it.

that's all the sensei centric stories! very crucial reads if you really want to get into the senseis.

however, there are also non-sensei centric stories that i consider to be supplemental reads:

test of courage (2015) -> 2wink centric story. foreshadows akiomi's past with jin, which was later revealed again in liar's idol! you can access that story through wayback machine.

good-for-nothing son and a bad teacher (2019) -> kaoru and jin centric gacha story. only 2 chapters long but drops a bomb on kaoru and jin's parallelisms in regards to their idol images....!? jin gives kaoru a hard-luck story that resonates deeply within him. kaoru finds great comfort in his words and even asks if he could talk to him again if he's having a hard time. it's way too important for the both of them... for a small two chapter story. i'm pretty sure this story is accessible through wayback machine as well. ** i have to warn you about sexual harassment in the first chapter. akira tends to use jin for sexual harassment jokes, where the story literally could've stayed the exact same if we didn't have those bits otherwise. akira does this multiple times and it's extremely ooc to jin's character. (tldr: blame the writer)

antique legend (2021) [available in engstars now!] -> a valkyrie and double face centric event. this was the event where jin and akiomi got their first ever es2 story cameos. they were essentially the spectators of the entire ordeal between the main units, filling in anzu what they know. they also have more personal statements and relate things back to their current working philosophies and how they're treated within the industry. seiya is also there. for what is a spoiler for me to say. but she doesn't directly talk to jin and akiomi in the story (neither do jin and akiomi interact with each other), so you get to see her talk to hokuto and anzu.

fragrance (2021) -> an arashi centric knights event. akiomi is the main cause of arashi's troubles due to the fact that she's offered a job from akiomi's "favorite" perfume company. this was the story where akiomi and arashi became closer to being equals. unfortunately, i can't say much. it's been a long time since i've read it. i'm probably getting punched somewhere...sorry guys... again, i cannot link the source publicly. message or send a non-anon ask if you'd like to read it.

SHINSEKAI (2021) -> a valkyrie and switch centric event. this story fully introduces the SSRVR system (a vr system created by switch). in this event, jin and akiomi were given 3 star cards and players were able to unlock their idol era homescreen outfits. jin and akiomi themselves weren't actually in the story. the idol era jin and akiomi you see in the story are actually just avatars in the vr game and were controlled by es employees. it was implied by natsume that jin permitted the use of his super idol avatar but under the condition that akiomi's idol era avatar would perform alongside him. natsume theorized that it might be because jin and akiomi never got the chance to perform together during their idol eras and wanted to see that dream manifested within vr. this is all you have to know about shinsekai in regards to jin and akiomi. -> seiya and gatekeeper were also there controlling the 2 madonee avatars. seiya also interacts with mika in accordance to his plans of making mika her successor. this story is not accessible, as it is locked.

as an elder (2021) -> madara featured scout 3 star idol story featuring ba-barrier! unfortunately, not all of them interact at once. in this story, madara asks akiomi for assistance with idol work. an argument over a cafe bill. it's a sweet story. give it a read!

bankara (2022) -> jun centric gacha story. this story essentially serves as the gateway for new fans to get a glimpse of what jin had to experience during his idol era. jin gets invited to an idol tv program and accidentally ends up at a female idol tv program... yeah. though, this is the story where tension between jin and jun begin to cease. jun is next in line for jin's hard luck stories and retorts to jin that he doesn't have to keep forcing himself to take up these idol jobs. bankara didn't offer anything new to the table for sensei fans but their interactions were very nice.

graduation (2023) [livetweet] -> third year students / trickstar centric event. due to supervillains' popularity and public desire for jin to show up in the show, rain-bows performs once again. reveals what jin knows about yumenosaki's current situation (more accurately lack of) and how he's taken care of subaru over the years.

phew... was starting to lose steam there, but i think that's everything i wanted to cover! i could cover every sensei appearance if i wanted to but let's not overdo it, me... i could answer questions and refer to them if needed though. but yes, these are all pretty important stories in my opinion. it's not much compared to other characters, but jin and akiomi are one of the best written characters in this franchise. i really hope you can come to appreciate them upon reading their stories.

this was very fun to answer though... it's nice to have these laid out on a list like this. i hope this could be useful for you and others who decided to give this a read!

if possible, for stories that aren't fully translated, it's possible to search up if someone made a livetweet thread. i'm pretty sure most es2 stories have livetweet threads. i don't have the energy to look all of them up right now, but it could be something i could do if asked directly.

if links are broken or need help retrieving a certain story, don't hesitate to reach out. thank you again for the ask!

for translators, if you would like me to remove a link leading to your translations, please reach out and i will.

[icarus-suraki]

Book asks: 8, 15, 42, 46, and/or 48

8) What is your favorite opening line? "A screaming comes across the sky" is iconic. The typesetting for "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan..." is iconic (in my edition of Ulysses especially because the S takes up the entire page, as it should). "See the child" is magnificent. But I really think the opening line of 100 Years of Solitude is my favorite:

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

Yeah, I'll play the 100 Years of Solitude drinking game (take a shot every time someone is named Aureliano) but I really love that novel and I really love that opening line.

15) What makes you close a book and walk away forever? Really cringy, weird, awkward phrases. Let me give you an example or two:

I tried, I really tried, to read the first Elric of Melniboné book (Michael Moorcock) but I got to this one line where the main character and his lover ride out to a cave on a beach whereupon "they tethered their steeds." I was just so done at that point. I tried, but I just couldn't do it.

Likewise! I was working at a Barnes & Noble starting around Thanksgiving 2004 (baby's first full-time job after undergrad) and that was the era of Dan Brown and The Da Vinci Code. We sold so many copies of Holy Blood Holy Grail--shit was so cash. So it seemed like it would behoove me, professionally, to read The Da Vinci Code. Once again, I tried. Oh my God, did I try. I even got ahold of a super fun illustrated edition with pictures in the margins like some kind of weird Eyewitness Book but for Paris and Jesus conspiracies. So I started reading and I got into the first chapter and it…wasn't great, but I was going to do my best because it would benefit me professionally. And then I got this one line--this is 20 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday--about the male protagonist which described him as having "a thicket of dark brown hair." And I close the book and I never looked back. It was just Too Much.

42) Do you read one book at a time, or several at once? Generally speaking, I'll read one at a time. I might fool around with another book or two, but I usually read one at a time, though not fixedly. I tend to get hooked on one book and not want to read others. It's not a conscious decision.

46) Who is your favorite author? This is tough because it has changed through the years. In high school it was mostly Ray Bradbury, and I like to joke that Fahrenheit 451 got me into college and I wept openly at my library job when he died. But J. D. Salinger started edging in there in high school after my mom gave me her copy of The Catcher in the Rye. By college it was J. D. Salinger, up to and including my senior project, but James Joyce was swiftly encroaching on his territory (a teacher got me to read Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and I was doomed). By college graduation it was definitely James Joyce, and he hung around through a decidedly disastrous trip through Europe until I got back to the States and started reading Haruki Murakami (in translation) and Murakami was moving up in the ranks. And then plucked up the courage to read Gravity's Rainbow (I bought it with my own money from that same B&N) and I think it was a tie between James Joyce and Thomas Pynchon. I finally started reading Cormac McCarthy when I was in graduate school and Blood Meridian made me want to fucking bite things it's so good.

And this isn't getting into all my favorites as a kid (Roald Dahl, Norton Juster, Susan Cooper, among others) nor any of the poets I obsessed over in college lmao.

Right now I'm honestly not sure. I don't know that I have One Favorite Author. There are a lot that I really like. There are a lot that I'll read when they have something new published. I've been reading a lot of Japanese authors in translation. I wish there was more a works-in-translation market here in the states. Anyway, If someone mentions a book that's "really fucked up" or "weird" or "too hard to really read," I will seek that out. I love fucked up books. I love "transgressive literature." And if something wins the Booker Prize, I also will probably love it.

48) What line has stuck with you for years? "The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit."

Happy Bloomsday. This line is from the Ithaca chapter of Ulysses. Stephen Dedalus and Leopold Bloom are outside pissing in Bloom's back garden and they look up and witness the night sky. And that is a pale description of the scene, but you understand.

Like, I'm not into tattoos. But if I were to get a tattoo? It might be this line. (And/or the Doodles Family from Finnegans Wake and/or a Muted Posthorn. My mother would kill me and then disown me lmao.)

[zero-mori]

red self portrait: i did a project where i did a photoshoot for every color of the rainbow + more! check out the youtube vid :)

[limbusrailway]

PINNED POST INTRO

I am Ace! (They/Them) I’m a funny little writer, I like classic lit, Limbus launched and I got into Project Moon. We will see if this blog maintains ANY sort of consistent activity.

My Limbus Company friend code is S359631343 - I try to keep units relatively leveled and have my favorite/most powerful of each sinner up in their respective number slot. If you know me via discord or somewhere else just message me and I’m willing to swap out IDs and EGO and the like to meet needs!

Favorite Sinners are Sinclair, Meursault, Rodya, Yi Sang, Faust, Hong Lu, and Gregor because everyone like Gregor that’s the law. But I generally enjoy everyone!!

General info on my “bus” of fansinners underneath the cut.

Limbus OC content generally under the tag “LCR (limbus company railway)”

Individual Sinner/Character Tags for this blog:

Yi Sang - make friends with crows

Faust - faust is quite gay

Don Quixote - ONWARD BRAVE KNIGHT

Ryoushuu - B.L.E.E.D. (Big Lesbian Energy Extra Debauchery)

Meursault - MEURSAULTS TITS

Hong Lu - poor little rich boy

Heathcliff - hes gonna clobber ya

Ishmael - fishmael

Rodion - gambling addiction

Sinclair - cheepcheep

Outis - outism moment

Gregor - *scuttling noises*

Dante - tiktok

Vergilius - oh no hes giving me THE LOOK--

Charon - the wheels on the bus go crunch crunch crunch

Sinner #1 (23) - Kai

Source: The Snow Queen (Hans Christen Andersen)

Color: Beau Blue (BCD4E6)

Icon: A Snowflake  

Weapon: Virkelighed (Danish; "Reality") [Unique knife designed for slashing, blade loops around the fingers of a fist much like brass knuckles.]

E.G.O.: The Devil's Mirror

Sinner #2 (24) - Pan

Source: Peter Pan (J. M. Barrie)

Color: Forest Green (0B6623)

Icon: Panpipes & a Feather

Weapon: Youth [Short sword.]

E.G.O.: Second Star to the Right

Sinner #3 (25) - Dorothy

Source: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (L. Frank Baum)

Color: Ruddy Blue (76ABDF)

Icon: The Silver Slippers

Weapon: Home [A hammer.]

E.G.O.: Over the Rainbow

Sinner #4 (26) - Orpheus

Source: Greek Myth

Color: Bone (E7DECC) 

Icon: A Lyre.

Weapon: Μούσα (Greek; "Muse") [A guitar.]

E.G.O.: Don’t Look Back

Sinner #5 (27) - Aino

Source: The Kalevala (The National Epic of Finland)

Color: Arsenic (3B444B) 

Icon: A Fish.

Weapon: Neitsyt (Finnish; "Maiden") [A whip.]

E.G.O.: Moonmaid’s Silver, Sunmaid’s Gold

Sinner #6 (28) - Charles Wallace

Source: A Wrinkle In Time (Madeleine L'Engle)

Color: Pastel Pink (FFD1DC) 

Icon: A ringed planet.

Weapon: Tesseract [A flail.]

E.G.O.: Something New

Sinner #7 (29) - Hallward

Source: The Picture of Dorian Gray (Oscar Wilde)

Color: Teal (48AAAD) 

Icon: A painter’s palette.

Weapon: Worship [A staff.]

E.G.O.: Portrait of the Artist

Sinner #9 (31) - Momo

Source: Momo or The Gray Men (Michael Ende)

Color: Ochre (CC7722)

Icon: A blossoming flower.

Weapon: Zeit (German; "Time") [Armor.]

E.G.O.: The Hour Blossoms

Sinner #10 (32) - Candide

Source: Candide (Voltaire)

Color: Eminence (6C3082) 

Icon: A two-sided mask, reminiscent of that of comedy and tragedy.

Weapon: Pire (French; "Worst") [A rapier.]

E.G.O.: Everything Is Best

Sinner #11 (33) - Billy Pilgrim

Source: Slaughterhouse 5 (Kurt Vonnegut)

Color: Ruby (900603) 

Icon: A broken clock.

Weapon: Poo-tee-weet [A shotgun.]

E.G.O.: Unstuck in Time

Sinner #12 (34) - Darcy

Source: Pride & Prejudice (Jane Austen)

Color: Yale Blue (00356B) 

Icon: A coin & ring.

Weapon: Pride [Throwing knives.]

E.G.O.: Lost Forever

Sinner #13 (35) - Riviera

Source: Neuromancer (William Gibson)

Color: Lime (AEF359) 

Icon: A syringe.

Weapon: Chrome [Claws.]

E.G.O.: Millions of Illusions

Sinner #8 [30] MANAGER - Alice

Source: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carrol)

GUIDE - Lily / The White Queen

Source: Through the Looking-Glass (Lewis Carrol)

E.G.O.: Lost Daughter

DRIVER - Nemo

Source: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Jules Verne)

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 232

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 34 - “A Tearful Farewell! Crepe’s Confession” Date watched: 9 March 2023 Original air date: 5 October 2008 Screenshots Precure Metamorphose Gallery | Sky Rose Translate Gallery Project info and master list of posts

Not pictured: Princess Crepe

Princess Crepe is feeling better, and is ready to leave! But before she does so, she needs to tie up loose ends. Let’s dig in.

The Plot

Syrup discovers Princess Crepe is missing from the Rose Pact. She then shows up in Coco's bag at school, surprising everyone.

Bunbee finds Isohgin and Yadokahn are not in their office at Eternal, and really starts to question why he joined this organization.

Crepe reveals to the team that she's fully recovered, and will be returning to her kingdom after she spends a day observing Coco and his teaching style. She still calls him her fiance despite his clear discomfort.

Nozomi and the other girls spend the day planning something that they don't want Coco to know.

Crepe sees Coco giving a lesson to Nozomi after class and becomes sad. She returns to Natts House early and mopes.

Crepe gets sad but puts on a front in front of Nuts, talking about how she's excited to get back home and work on the Palmier-Crepe Kingdom merger. He sees through her facade and asks if she's told Coco how she feels, rather than strongarming him with politics. He says Coco will respond to straightforwardness with straightforwardness.

Everyone comes home and the girls declare they're having a going away party for Crepe, and hand her a gift. As she tries to unwrap it, Isohgin and Yadokahn show up and turn the bow into a Hoshiina, as well as transforming themselves.

The girls transform and fight the Hoshiina, but get caught in the ribbons. Rose tries to protect Coco, Nuts, Syrup, and Crepe but can't hold the monster off. Crepe and Syrup are captured and I&Y take the Rose Pact.

The villains start to leave with the Pact, but Dream insists that they release Crepe, declaring that she's going home today. Everyone fights some more but gets captured again.

Coco stumbles towards the duo, demanding they let go of Crepe. He says Nozomi taught him to never run away, never give up. He wants to save Crepe and Precure and retrieve the pact.

Dream breaks free and protects Coco, saying she learned from him to be kind to everyone. Everyone kicks I&Y back and retrieves the pact. Rose saves Crepe from the Hoshiina. Coco and the Cures perform Rainbow Rose Explosion. I&Y flee.

At twilight, everyone is having a party, but Crepe watches from the balcony instead, afraid to join in. Coco approaches her and reminds her she's the guest of honor. She finally tells him she loves him, and loves how hard he works for his goal. But he rejects her, saying he can't be with her, as he still has things to do and he wants to stay with Nozomi and help her dream come true. Crepe is devastated and says through tears that their relationship going forward is purely political.... But admits that if he needs anything, she'll help however she can.

Later that evening, Crepe hands off her calling card and leaves, warning Nozomi that if she doesn't treat Coco well, she'll return. Nozomi is confused why she's being called out.

As she heads back to her kingdom, Crepe finally looks at the gift she got: it’s a portrait of her made of leaves, flowers, and gems that says “Take care and see you again!” (元気でまたおうネ), and the episode closes on her disappearing into the portal.

The Analysis

What I Liked

Look, I’ve been transparent about my disdain for Crepe so I’m leading with: I’m glad she’s gone. I also liked Coco giving her a clear rejection, and stating his feelings for Nozomi more explicitly.

If I ignore my disdain for Crepe, I can acknowledge that the structure of this episode and setting up a farewell for her is fun. But I’ll address the other side of this in the next section.

We continue to build up Bunbee’s conflicted feelings about remaining at Eternal, and this will be explored more thoroughly next episode.

Coco’s speech about never running away is a bit cliche but it does land.

Kurumi has some great facial expressions in this episoe when she’s trying to sweeet talk Coco.

What I Didn’t Like

Nuts’s lecture to Crepe about being honest about her feelings seems disingenuous to me, because she’s been extremely transparent about her feelings for Coco all along. She loves him and believes they are betrothed. He said when she first showed up that he didn’t recall this, and certainly didn’t intend to propose to her. Everything since then has just been her ignoring his clear and obvious discomfort and disinterest, to the point of attempting to manipulate him politically to get her way, and the show has not addressed this clear abuse of power at all.

Isohgin and Yadokahn are more useless than normal. They’ve never had much going for them, they always just stand around somewhere remarking on the situation they currently find themselves in, but this time they didn’t even have a reason to antagonize the Cures except for plot. Give me more of Mucardia, who is actively trying to learn about and manipulate the girls to get the Rose Pact.

Miscellaneous

Masuko Mika appears for the first time in a while.

Milk does not appear in her fairy form in this episode.

Rainbow Rose Explosion is used as a finisher for the second episode in a row.

The girls are back in their fall/winter school uniforms, with the lavender dress and the violet coat. The passage of time in this series remains an enigma.

In the end we never actually saw Crepe having fun at her own party. Whether this is good or bad is highly subjective, so I’m leaving it in this category.

Conclusion

It's a weak conclusion to a weak monarch's arc. King Doughnuts had a good arc and was a good mentor, especially to Nuts. Queen Bavarois may have been a blabbermouth, but she had genuinely good advice once in a while and aided Syrup. What does Princess Crepe bring to the mix? Nothing in particular. I said in episode 28 that “Perhaps this will be a case where the monarch has more to learn from the team.“ So how did that shake out? She technically helped with the Milky Mirror and gave a little bit of coaching to Kurumi to help her balance her responsibilities, but she had no character arc of learning how to manage her feelings for Coco and the misunderstanding from their youth, or how to separate her personal and political affairs. She was just an annoying piece of plot baggage up until the end. She felt like an obligation. We’ve got a few episodes of downtime before King Montblanc appears, and I vaguely recall him being a decent character, so we’ll see how he shakes out. With that aside, the episode is fine. It’s nice to see how they’re making Bunbee question his future, and while the conflict is extremely weak, we do see Coco exemplify his strengths as a teacher and leader.

Next time on Precure Daily, Nozomi has a heart-to-heart with someone unexpected. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

[daniels-rwby-blog]

Volume 9 episode 8 reaction

That's a hell of a thumbnail and again an interesting title of tea admist terrible trouble, the Alice and wonderland parallels continue.

The title is as Good as Ever And again ruby is sitting by a tree,

ep1 parallels woo.

No dont yell at little!Punches tree like shes playing minecraft

Dam its dark already, okay rt spotlight of pressure we get it.

And the house of neo.

So much backstories in these portraits

HES BACK, its amazing i love it.

THE META YEEEEE

Its just like chibi said nothing bad ever happened and i love it this kind of meta is what i wanted from a fairytale volume.

The subtle camera work really sells it.V3 call backs wooo.

Reset you say?

Its interesting how we did actually hear neo before she strikes,

nice bit of attention to detail.

But yeah ive got loads of ideas about this little sequence, how neo projects to torchwick, the leaves from the tree, why the tea is rainbow, looking forward to going over this ep in detail.

But for now Action!

love Neopolitan, was my favourite character untill v8 and Ambrose. But best girl is back and the umbrella twister of fight scenes is hinted at beautifully with that little entrance.

And she know shes best girl, that smile to roman.

And back to bees plus Weiss

Wiess no your comedic relief not serious.

I love this fight, the colors the shade ruby hears the fall penny turning and penny just savage and so dark its amazingly blocked.

This is the moral story i wanted from v7 and v8

The blur of good and evil and if team rwby are the hero's. Reminds me of clone wars and its change of perspective. But obviously very different.

Also little is still adorable while so scared.

Alright the "well shit" moment is apon us.

So yeah that got dark. Rose garden fans how ya doing?

Its framed so well.

The staff

the change to oscar,

and then neo pulls out the cards with qrow and rwby and jnpr.

Then she steps in herself, best girl.

And the cat ex machina, this is fucking dark.

Okay so the cat says maker, and the cat wants a purpose, and also the relics are made, and the relics are hidden in pocket dimensions.

Yeah I'm saying it, the cat is the crown.

Now i don't love this idea (go watch the video on yt) because i feel like this should be the reset volume with no links to any wider stuff on remnant, like a pause and then we go back to normal but with growth and deeper relationships. But i see it.

And as a call back in volume 10 or 11 it would be awesome, just not as they leave with the crown from the ever after, that's gonna take a lot of convincing to get me on board. Okay back to the reaction:

Again i love it.

And neo wants it all for herself.

And poor little, gonna come back to that,

and back to the tea.

I mean yeah rubys not dead, but wow who said this was filler

we just said the main new character of the cat is trying to get a permanent body and using ruby as it, and then killed the title character, nkt a volume for beginners.

Also yeah its a metaphor for

Suicide, woo.

And neo is batshit crazy, but we knew that anyway.

I assume the voice of roman was always there, always chippin away at neos mental state.

But addressing the cat, wtf?

Like it went inside her?

Mate what the hell is going on i thought i was watching rwby?

I enjoyed it, i really did its so good, but its dark and wacky and yeah this volume better stay self contained cause this plus salem and grimm would be too much.

I dont like neo speaking and i dont like that model, with all of neos new semblance and again cat just peaces out like ruby at the end of last episode.

So my final thoughts and mini theories.

What's littles Ascension gonna be?I love that we get 2 ships confirmed, like roman and neo were already pretty much cannon, but just to reaffirm it.

Also the i think the writers are telling us something with his consumed neo got by killing ruby that after she drank the tea, neo broke.

Like straight up died inside, even her inner voices got worried,

i wonder if RWBY can use that info to sedate Salem or something, involving sacrifice and all that good jazz.

Also dude we got jaunes saving neo, kinda.

That face gives me hope for the dark ass RWBY i wanted from this volume, but also nightmares.Why cat want to suck my soul and body? has cat done this before?

(Sorry for the swearing i try not to with these but this episode is as close to losing its pg13 rating as rt have dared go before so i hink its warranted)

Thanks for reading y'all, stay tuned for in depth theories and read my other stuff, I'm only wrong 50% of the time.

Steal my gifs, go on do it

☝️how we all feel after that

[impossiblesuitcase]

Mutually Moronic Marriage - part 8.

The next month, Cinder wouldn’t have had time to gloat anyway. 

Cress was staying at the palace while she fixed the security with Kai at the helm as her biggest supporter. Thorne was more than happy with the stay, citing his injury as an excuse for well-deserved R & R and pampering from palace staff.

Cinder oversaw some of Cress’s work until she couldn’t put off her empress duties any longer. She didn’t even have time to head down to the mechanics. It was always the trick to calm her down, and without it, she was anything but calm.

It was the day before the State Opening of Cabinet. Tomorrow, the emperor and empress would stride through the Grand Imperial Hall in full regalia and deliver speeches on the government’s plans for the year. Cinder would announce her economic bill at the ceremony.

There was plenty of time to work on it, she had told herself with each passing month. So much time that she postponed meetings and lowered her weekly work quota for other more pressing issues. The security had to be fixed as soon as possible! 

Ergo, the bill was now behind schedule. Kai had offered to help, but she’d dismissed it. 

“No, no.” Cinder slashed her stylus across her port, erasing a long line of text. “It’s domestic,” she muttered, “not international trade routes.”

It was 11:24. Cinder had one last dress fitting before dinner. She’d cancelled her lunch plans with Kai—having a hurried bite in her office—giving her approximately five hours and thirty-six minutes to iron out the draft before submission at 17:00.

No stress, right? 

The document was littered with scribbled notes and crossed-out paragraphs, tiny words and rainbows of coloured markers blurring together, causing the onset of a migraine.

She gulped down some water. It was not a miracle cure. 

Reasoning that a moment-long break would help more than it would hinder, Cinder set down her port and found herself staring at the holographic pictures of her wedding day.

Many of the early protests against her becoming empress were for her priorities. Selene is too concerned with human rights, they argued—she’ll ignore the economy. Selene cares more about cyborgs and Lunars than regular Earthens, she’ll fail to protect the rest of us.

Cinder wanted to scream at it all. Of course she wanted to help cyborgs and Lunars. Of course she cared about the economy and every single citizen of Earth just the same.

But empresses weren’t allowed to scream.

“To be honest, you will never be loved by everyone—”

If Cinder failed to submit the bill in time due to her own poor time management, those critics would appear correct.

“—I’ve decided that I should start caring more about the opinions of the people that I love—”

All her public disasters. Every humiliating newsfeed digging into her every fault. Her body. Her personality. Her marriage. She had taken Kai’s advice; she so firmly tried to ignore it all, convincing herself that where it counted, she would make it count.

Her politics. Her outreach. Her compassion. 

Oh it counted all right. The counting clock of her deadline, because she hadn’t done what she had assured everyone and herself she would.

“—And if they love me back, I won’t be afraid to make mistakes—” 

Maybe she could take Kai up on his offer to help…

Tick, tock.

Tick.

No. She’d accepted this. She had to see it to its finish alone.

Just as she began to rub her temples, the door to her office made a loud, shuddering sound. The light at the ID scanner blinked and fell black. 

She slammed her eyes shut. It was probably a trick of the light. Or maybe a power outage? But, peeling her eyes back open, the wedding portraits were still projected on her wall.

Cinder heaved out of her chair and crept forward. When she flashed her wrist under the scanner, the door stayed shut.

A second headache was forming.

The old-fashioned internal lock still clicked open with ease, so she wasn’t trapped. Cinder poked her head out. 

The guards stood solemn in the hall, the windows cast sunbeams onto the floor. Nothing appeared amiss.

Rubbing at her shoulders, she dragged herself back to her desk. A painful swallow of saliva left a lump in her throat.

11:31, five hours and twenty-eight minutes left. 

The moment she sat in her chair she bolted right back up.

———

“—because they’ll help me.”

———

The guards did nothing as Cinder jogged down the hall for the first door in sight—a maintenance cupboard. 

She scanned her wrist. Nothing happened.

What had Cress said, that if you controlled one central door, you could control every door in the palace?

“No, no, not now!” 

Cinder thrust her wrist under another two ID scanners with the same results. She sprinted back to her office to hastily lock it. 

“Kyung-sik!” she panted, flailing an arm at the nearest guard. “Are our lockdown procedures in place?”

The guard in question seemed surprised. “O-of course, Your Majesty.”

“Then why aren’t the speakers going off?”

Understanding dawned on his face. “I see what you mean, Your Majesty. I’ll look into it.”

Kyung-sik left as she raced towards the elevator. None of the other guards accompanied her—a wise course of action, she thought, so they could evacuate everyone else. 

Her mind churned. Terrorists? Another thaumaturge? 

Cinder established a commlink with Cress. Six seconds of unanswered rings was too long for her patience. Her retina switched to Kai. Kai, I’m heading to the codebreak point now. Get everyone out of the palace.

What’s wrong? came his reply. I’ll meet you there.

No. The lockdown procedures aren’t working, focus on that.

She shut off the link. It was a stifling trip down the elevator with no way of anticipating what lay on the other side. But it was quicker than the stairs, and she wouldn’t risk losing a second. 

The elevator opened to a flurry of workers at the same time a loud voice from the speakers met her ears. Yes, thank the stars—Kyung-sik had gotten the lockdown warnings going, though she couldn’t hear over the workers’ droning Your Majesty’s. It grew so loud that Cinder had her audio interface dull the speaker’s chant. With their eyes still on her, she pointed to the ceiling. “Follow the directions.”

Cinder tried to weave through the crowd, but as one line of staff parted for her, a new line would appear with respectful and very-poorly-timed bows. She stumbled over apologies and warnings on autopilot until she broke through, then belatedly recognised one man in particular. 

“Wait! Yanlin!”

The familiar mechanic turned back to her. “Y-yes, Your Majesty?”

A new idea nibbled at her mind. She waved him over. 

“Is something wrong?”

They rounded a corner with curious eyes darting their way. “Someone has gotten to the codebreak point,” she explained. “The doors have shut down.”

“Yes, I know. The head of staff told us about it last wee—”

“We have to disable the intruder’s connection to the mainframe. Cress wrote programming for the new ID scanners to protect the doors, but it needs to be activated first. You installed the scanners, do you know the access code?” 

Yanlin’s mouth fell open and worked a few times to form trepidatious words, “Your Majesty, we never installed those new scanners.”

Cinder stumbled over her flats. “But I organised for all the parts to be sent to you.”

Yanlin slowly shook his head. “We didn’t receive anything.”

Her confidence wilted. Surely she had ordered them. She recalled visiting the mechanics multiple times and working with them—

Actually, she hadn’t helped. She’d worked on her own projects and given the others instructions for when the scanners arrived. 

The more she concentrated on that promise, the more she doubted that she ever fulfilled it. She glazed through receipts on her retina for an order of Heston Model 3.1 scanners.

No, she had never ordered the parts, even if she had imagined that she’d done it.

Her face fell. “I’m so sorry, Yanlin, this is my fault.”

“It’s fine, Your Majesty, I know you’re very busy.”

“No. It is my fault.” The blueprint of the palace overlaid her vision. They were close to the medical wing. There was still a way…

A pang of guilt struck her sternum. This wasn’t Thorne, who had her next ten moves already mapped out before she even made her first. This wasn’t Wolf, whom she could trust to throw into battle and come out the other side with only a few scuffs. This was just a staff member, a nervous, bumbling mechanic whom she had put in danger by not doing her job. 

Kai had been right. Cinder wanted to do things herself. She wanted to go after Dolion without any guards. She had wanted to change the security herself. That’s why she’d promised to fix the scanners, even prior to knowing the true scope of their security issues. Now was the worst time to start relying on others, but he was her best bet.

“Yanlin, I’m sorry, but I need you to do something.” 

“Anything, Your Majesty,”

She cringed. “Don’t sound so eager. We have to sever the connection at the codebreak point itself, but the intruders could still be there. I can’t fix the system and fight at the same time. Can you disable it while I fend them off?”

Yanlin looked awed by the assignment, and bizarrely not afraid of the whole deathly intruders. Maybe Cinder had misjudged him when she thought him skittish.

“Uh, like I said, Your Majesty, anything.”

A list was forming in her head as they moved. Fight. Yanlin disables the codebreak point. Kai evacuates everyone. I might be dead, but if not, keep fighting until everyone’s out.

Staff were walking towards the medical labs, even with the speakers still going. 

“Go!” she urged three women in lab coats. “Go to the meeting points!”

They exchanged quizzical glances and gradually turned around. Cinder had to do that for a dozen more people before she even left the hallway.

The more people she redirected, the more replaced them. Yanlin wasn’t walking fast enough, and there was no way that everyone would be evacuated at this rate. 

It felt like the time with Dolion. She was struck with a memory: him laying on the concrete, hearing her say that she would never again put people into danger for her. She would deal with the problem herself. 

And he had smiled.

At the time she thought it delirium, after all, she’d just tortured his mind, but retrospect was didactic. He knew something like this would happen again. When the situation arose, Cinder would make the same decision, and it would backfire, and people would suffer.

He had lost, yes. But she hadn’t won. Because all he cared about was gaining justice, and his justice would be her guilt. If she had followed through with her promise, they could seal off the threat while everyone fled the palace. 

But she hadn’t, and now Yanlin and Kai and everyone in this palace was in danger. 

She couldn’t make the same mistake again.

“Wait here, and tell everyone that comes through to evacuate,” she told Yanlin.

She back-tracked to the elevator lobby, finding people milling about and four guards stationed motionless along the walls. 

“I need your help.”

———

Cinder sent most of the guards to escort staff outside. That was the protocol in the event of an evacuation, but she recalled that there was a lack of management, and with it, a lack of training.

Stars, she’d promised she was going to look into that, too...

The last guard tailed her and Yanlin to the codebreak point. Cinder raised a finger to her lips. Her other hand gestured for the guard to ready his weapon.

They took quiet steps though no sounds of life could be heard; the grand mahogany door was still stately and still shut. 

Whoever had broken in must have controlled the doors from here and then left to infiltrate the security control centre. It occurred to Cinder now that Kyung-sik would have had the alarms turned on from that centre.

Good news: It was still guarded.

Bad news: The invaders would then be returning to this point to gain full control of the palace.

 She addressed the guard. “Make sure no one approaches from this end.”

He nodded as Cinder guided Yanlin forward. She pointed to the metal box next to the door. “Wrench the panel open.” 

“I’ve never had a guard escort before,” he was whispering in awe.

 Cinder snapped her fingers in front of his face, and felt a little bad when he flinched.

Yanlin sheepishly reached for his belt holster but came back empty. He patted down his pockets. “Sorry, I was on my lunch break, I didn’t bring all my tools.”

She crouched by the box, resigned. The guard would tell them if anyone approached from behind, but beyond the door was unprotected. “Okay, um…I’ll deal with this, while you break into the door’s manual lock and seal it off.” 

Yanlin moseyed on over to the door. Nothing had happened yet, and that was somehow more blood-curdling than an outright attack. It meant something was coming. 

A red line flashed over her wrist as the box scanned her ID chip. Access Denied. Again. Access Denied. Access Denied. Access–

What was the point of being empress if you couldn’t even get approval in your own–

Wait. Cress had removed the ID chip function, as per Cinder’s request. Her heart tore between annoyance and approval.

As she had done weeks before, Cinder smacked her foot into the box. A shock of pain raced up her shin, and although it now featured a sizable dent, it remained closed. 

She swivelled around, hoping Yanlin was having better luck only to find him slowly comparing different plier sizes with the lock. Oh yeah, no need to rush.

As if she’d prophesied it, footsteps began to pound along the floor on the other side.

Cinder gritted her teeth and shoved the correct plier into his hand, grabbing a larger one for herself. “Lock. The. Door.”

The tip of her finger opened so her screwdriver could emerge. With a quick dig at the panelling the pressure caused the seal to loosen. Cinder wedged the pliers into the crack and peeled it open. Inside the panel lay an inset for a universal connector cable. 

Bile rose to her throat. There was little she hated more in the world than having to connect herself to a device. It was so inhuman. It made her feel like nothing more than a software system. But she swallowed her rising panic attack and switched from the screwdriver over to the cable and plugged it in.

The footsteps grew in volume.

“Have you locked it?” she pleaded. 

Yanlin dipped his head in apology. 30% loaded. “Uh, not yet, I’m much slower without all my tools.”

Voices joined the footsteps, one gruff and one feminine and loud.

Cinder vaulted upwards, trying to reach the door while still connected to the box in vain. 65%. If she could help him lock it…but it was too far for her to reach. Eventually her jarred leg began to scream at her for leveraging too much weight on it. 

A bomb ticked in her head.

100%. She bit back a grateful sob and hurriedly brought up the menu, searching for the killswitch.

The footsteps came to a stop. Yanlin hadn’t locked the door.

Disable automated transfer proceedings?

Enabling the killswitch, she tore out the cable and pushed Yanlin away. “Go!”

“P-pardon?”

To the guard stationed at the end of the hall, she yelled, “Get him to safety!” 

She spun around and shoved her metal fingers into the lock, halting its turn. It was successful for seconds until whoever was on the other side used so much force that she flung her fingers away, lest they snapped off.

Backing up, she jutted out her stiletto knife and braced herself.

They were not intruders. The woman had disappeared, leaving Torin alone.

Cinder jumped, lowering the blade. “Torin! What are you doing here?”

Torin placed his hands behind his back. “I came to ask you that, Your Majesty. Your guards were concerned when you disappeared twenty minutes ago.”

“Did something happen?” Kai asked.

She hadn’t sensed him approaching from behind. Neither had Yanlin apparently, as he jumped and brushed back his lank hair with sweaty palms. “Your Highness, uh, Majesty!”

Speaking of Yanlin, it appeared he hadn’t put in much effort to run away to safety…

Cinder’s thoughts floundered through mud. Why wasn’t anyone panicking? Why was Kai still here, when he should be leading the evacuation?

Kai peered at her. “You said you were coming here. What for?”

Before Cinder formed the question, she heard her name being called. “Cinder! Thank you!” 

That feminine voice that she’d heard earlier was now recognisable as Cress. She launched into Cinder with a tight embrace. 

“Er, no problem?” Cinder patted Cress on the back. “But we still have to get everyone out and—”

“I couldn’t find the fault but it appeared just now when you rerouted the doors. The scheduled shutdown was useful after all, thanks to you!”

Cinder’s mouth hung open. 

Kai stepped forward. “Torin, would you escort Darnel-dàren to the security centre so she can get the system back online?” 

Torin bowed and led Cress away, steering her clear from walls as she blindly marched ahead, absorbed by her port.

In the newfound silence, Yanlin’s timid voice squeaked, “Your Majesty, may I take my leave now? My coworkers are expecting me.”

Cinder lifted her jaw. “Right. Of course, Li-jūn. Thank you for your help and putting yourself in dang—um, for inconveniencing yourself to assist me.”

“It was an h-honour.”

Just as he began to scurry away, Cinder called, “Yanlin?” 

He startled like a sparrow caught in the oncoming path of a maglev train.

“I’ll order those parts in for you, ASAP.”

His mouth parted in an oh. With a hushed thank you, he hastened away to the guard faster than before.

Kai and Cinder were alone in the grand, beautiful hallway.

“The scheduled shutdown?” she murmured.

“Remember? Cress needed to restart the mainframe to find the errors in the system,” he prompted. “The palace advised everyone that they must use the doors manually for an hour.”

Cinder racked her brain, both organically and artificially. “...I didn’t know about that.”

The ticking bomb in her throat subsided into a metronome beat. It was Kai, she realised, tapping his foot against the hardwood floors. The drumming mixed with some other unintelligible noise, and Cinder allowed her audio interface to normalise. It finally brought the chant over the speakers to an audible level.

‘All automatic doors are disabled for a drill. This is not a lockdown. Use the manual system until the drill ends. All automatic doors—’

“You thought someone was breaking in, didn’t you?” Amusement trickled down his face, his relaxed posture, his crossed arms.

She fisted her hands on her hips. “How would I know otherwise? I wasn’t given notice.”

“I told you about it.”

“What? When?”

“At dinner on Tuesday night. After the meeting on Friday. Before bed on Sunday. At breakfast this morning. I reminded you.”

Vague recollections of Kai talking to her at those times helpfully re-emerged. She had had her thoughts fixated on different wordings for the bill, and had let his words pass by her.

The memories came easily to her now, and perhaps if she’d held her horses earlier and concentrated, she would’ve recalled them. Alas, Cinder hadn’t held her horses. Now the reins had slipped from her hands and the stallions were galloping away, far from reach.

“Oh.”

“But, if you did think someone was breaking in, why’d you have to come here? You said you installed new scanners so that the palace wouldn’t be affected by the codebreak point.”

Cinder shifted from foot to foot. “I forgot to.” 

Kai hummed with the realisation. 

Procrastination, forgetfulness, breaking promises. She was exactly like her husband. 

Her eyes met his. He smiled deviously.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she groaned.

His tapping stopped, as did the chanting speaker. It now changed its tune: ‘Thank you for your cooperation in this drill. All regular operating systems will return shortly.’ 

She hung her head and relented, “Go on, you can say it.”

The smile grew. 

“Love, you are a moron.”

“Yes, I am,” she conceded.

He draped an arm over her shoulder. She collapsed into his embrace. Her panic and terror melted with the warmth of his chest. 

“Now, would you like me to help you finish the draft by the deadline?”

“Please.”

———

The Annual Peace Ball was never to be peaceful again, though Cinder guessed that it never had been in the first place.

No, there were no more threats of war or attacks by crazed soldiers or thaumaturges and Cinder certainly never let her ring out of her sight. But the ball itself would always be chaotic with jovial music and stuffy rich guests and the loudness of her awesome, weird friends.

It wasn’t peaceful, but it was fun.

Kai helped her finish her economic plan just in time. Despite burgeoning fears that it would be ridiculed and rejected, politicians and citizens alike took it seriously. She ordered, delivered, and personally helped install the promised ID scanners, and Cress’s work was brilliant; the palace was, if anything, overprepared for any threats.

For so long, Cinder had had to rely on others just to survive. And she still had to: in life-or-death scenarios, in empress duties, in emotional struggles. It wasn’t an act of defeat to ask for help. That sort of courage could be nothing but a strength.

The only other mishap to occur at a peace ball was on her eleventh year. Tressa had garbed her in a large skirt to conceal her growing baby bump, though it was all for naught. Cinder was handed an alcoholic beverage unknowingly and Kai snatched it away with a whispered “it’s alcohol,” before drinking it himself.

That whisper wasn’t quiet enough, apparently. Journalists read his lips and put two and two together, because if the empress wasn’t drinking, she had to be pregnant.

It wasn’t the way she’d wanted to announce it, still Cinder held her tongue when Kai apologised profusely to her. Never again would she berate him over a mistake when she was probably doing the same twice over.

If they were equally beloved and hated by the world, trying to please everybody would only be self-sabotage. Instead, they could focus on those they loved. Then they would grow, make mistakes and learn, and mess up and start all over again. 

They were bound to make plenty more. After all, they both had their moronic moments.

But they loved each other anyway.

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Yay!!! Thanks for reading. I worked on this for quite some time so I’m happy to get it out there.

And there will be a bonus drabble next week! ;)