I love your art style so much!! I've never seen anyone else that draws like you do. Were there any inspirations for it?
It's a great question when it takes me all day to gather pictures for it and I have to stop myself before I exeed the image limit on tumblr.
So to make this easier for myself, I focused primarily on media related to TV and the Internet (because you all know what videogames I like and the major animation studios are a whole seperate list onto itself)
But in summary on that end: these studios raised me
My earliest inspirations came from my grandma reading Calvin and Hobbes comic books to me, my parents allowing me to play Humongus Entertainment games on our PC (Putt-Putt, Pajama Sam, and Freddi Fish), and the beginning of preschool shows on Disney and Nickelodeon, primarily Blue's Clues and Rollie Pollie Ollie.
I just happened to grow up in the era where all 3 major networks for kids content were starting to hit their strides in making their own original content, so a lot of the cartoons I watched between 1999 - 2010 were in the 90s UPA revival style, championed through the art of Craig McCracken, Gennedy Tartakovsky, and Stephen Silver. (I will say though that Cartoon Network was my personal favorite).
With an honorary mention to WB Animation back when they had their own Saturday block:
(Xiaolin Showdown, What's New Scooby Doo?, Animaniacs)
Then came the introduction to mainstream anime in the west around 2006ish:
(Naruto, Death Note, Ouran High School Host Club, Panty & Stocking, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Look I'm not proud of Hetalia, but without it, things would've been different)
Which intertwined with the introduction of YouTube and the amount of flash animations and other video content I had uncensored access to:
(Eddsworld, Egoraptor, Mr. Weebl, Filmcow, AlbinoBlackSheep, various anime related memes and parodies, various anime abridged series (Little Kuriboh, Team FourStar)
Homestuck is here, not that I ever understood the plot of it, but mostly because I watched a LOT of tumblr ask dubs related to it and those made me want to start my own tumblr ask blog)
And as an adult from 2013 onward, I appreciated the old MTV cancelled shows, adult animation from Adult Swim, and a couple of animated shows from the post-live actiom era of Cartoon Network
(Clone High, Daria, Mission Hill, Undergrads, MTV's Downtown, The Venture Bros, Steven Universe & Steven Universe Future)
Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.
Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"
"Why Clark, we need a machine--"
"Run along now."
Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*
mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.
college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.
of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.
“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.
“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?
“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.
you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.
luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.
he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.
just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.
his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.
wait wait wait wait, imagine Vox tracking Alastor down to flirt with/fight him one day, and Alastor is busy hanging with Rosie when Vox finds him. And Vox starts going off, trying to provoke Alastor, so Alastor turns to Rosie and this convo happens:
Alastor: "Ough he's so annoying, he just won't leave me alone. I don't know who he thinks he is! He isn't even half as evil as me, why is he wanting to fight?? He's pathetic."
Rosie, with her amazing gaydar: "Awwe, don't be too hard on him Alastor, I'm sure he's trying his best, you know, courting can be tricky here in hell."
Alastor, oblivious aroace™: "What??"
Rosie, clarifying: "I mean, he's clearly just lovesick. I think it's kinda sweet actually-"
When I think back on the Speak Now album, I get a lump in my throat. I have a feeling it will always be that way, because this period of time was so vibrantly aglow with the last light of the setting sun of my childhood. I made this album, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. I've spoken about how I feel like those ages are the most emotionally turbulent ones in a persons life. Maybe when I say that, I'm really just talking about myself.
I always looked at this album as my album, and the lump in my throat expands to a quivering voice as I say this. Thanks to you, dear reader, it finally will be.
I consider this music to be, along with your faith in me, the best thing that's ever been mine.
SPEAK NOW (TAYLOR’S VERSION) BY TAYLOR SWIFT
Released July 7, 2023
luke castellan with a girly prissy spoiled brat gf!! you never leave his side, not when he’s training, not when he’s in the dining hall, not when he’s off doing things he shouldn’t be. typically, luke would worry about someone spreading the word if they saw what he was doing in the dark, but you’re just too stupid to even notice. batting your mink lashes at him, glossy bottom lip tugged underneath your top teeth as you watch him take things he shouldn’t, that concentrated yet cruel smirk laying on his lips.
you could be the sweetest, dumbest thing he had ever met— but you could also be his worst nightmare. you’re so addicted to him, your freshly manicured nails pawing at him as he’s fully immersed in something else. luke always has so much on his mind to think about, but he’s never been able to since you came into his life. eating up all his money, constantly begging him for attention, clinging to him like your life depends on it.
you’re just so spoiled. he gives you everything you could ever ask for, the camp constantly stacked up in your packages because of how much online shopping you do with his card!! it truly becomes too much when his side of the hermes cabin starts looking like sephora and victorias secret had threw up everywhere. you made everything so messy, and whenever he frowned at you, telling you to clean it, you’re stomping your pink vintage prada heels and pouting, “butbutbut!! ‘ts too much work..”
he just sighs softly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “y’know what, ‘kay— ‘m gonna clean it, but you gotta be more mindful with your stuff, princess.”
and you’re just dumbly staring up at him with those dolly eyes, barely listening to a word he even says, and he just knows it went through one ear and out the other, his room would be messy within a few hours after cleaning it.