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ollieolliewrld · 3 months

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Genshin Men in Relationships (SFW)

There are characters I left out lmk if anyone would like a version for them as well!

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Alhaitham

♡Everything this man does is calculated

♡From the moment he saw you he knew he had to plan to win you over

♡Usually, his intellect is enough to impress but you were different

♡You didn't see him as a brain you saw him as a person

♡Not only were his thoughts valued but his feelings mattered to you

♡Alhaitham had never been treated that way before and because of that he will make you the happiest person on the planet

♡He likes to share what he knows with you and likes to sit you down with a cup of tea as he goes over his findings and ideas

♡Absolutely loves to hear your thoughts and opinions

♡A common date spot for you two is on a blanket in the forest

♡He enjoys setting up picnics where you can enjoy nature and be alone

♡He has never missed an important day and does a surprisingly good job at planning celebrations

♡For a man who comes across as cold and unfeeling, he takes a lot of time finding the things that you like and including them in all aspects of life

Arataki Itto

♡This ball of energy naturally makes one of the best boyfriends

♡Everything he does is full of passion and care

♡He includes you in everything he does as he wants to 1) have you by his side at all times and 2) needs someone to wheel him back in when he starts getting out of hand

♡You are slightly more level-headed than he is so it works out

♡He likes to compete with you turning mundane tasks into a race or seeing who can eat more in one sitting

♡It's all for fun and no matter who wins or loses you both are in good spirits

♡Arataki Itto is a handsy lover who always wants to have some level of physical contact with you

♡He holds your hand, has you on his lap, piggyback rides, or will fall asleep on you

♡He absolutely adores you, seeing you is like watching a sunrise no matter what is going on seeing you brings a smile to his face

♡Very playful and enjoys lovingly teasing you

♡Big on holding things above your head knowing that you cannot reach it

♡He never does anything maliciously, he just adores the look on your face when you’re slightly grumpy

Diluc

♡One of the most protective lovers available

♡He is not overbearing but he is not letting anyone lay a finger on you

♡Diluc is a little gruff but he cares about you very deeply

♡Part of protecting you is spoiling you

♡Dates with him are dinners with the most beautiful scenery

♡You will be presented with random gifts almost daily so prepare for that

♡Nothing is too good for you

♡Big fan of walking with you around his property

♡It allows for the enjoyment of nature while having absolute privacy with you

♡Diluc is the kind of lover to sit with you on a mountaintop while watching the sunset but the entire time his eyes never leave you

♡There is no view that can top your beauty he is sure of that and while those words may never leave his mouth you know this every time you catch him staring at you

♡You are the most important thing in the world to him. Each day he will do what needs to be done to keep you with him

Kaeya

♡The two of you share an enemies-to-lovers story as you could not stand each other when you first met

♡This went on for a few weeks until Jean had enough of your fighting and forced you two to patrol the same very small area

♡When you two heard each other out you found that you both had a lot in common

♡Since then, Kaeya does not leave your side

♡He likes to constantly try to impress you

♡You could be together for years and he would still be the suave man who comes in to save the day

♡He is like Diluc in the sense that he is protective but he also gets slightly jealous

♡You have this way of drawing everyone’s attention without even realizing it

♡He loves you and cares for you deeply so he will get over his jealousy as he never wants you to feel like you are doing something wrong

♡You are his and he is the one you choose to be with every day, knowing that brings a smile to his face without fail

Neuvillette

♡Meeting you was the best day of Neuvillette’s life

♡took him a while to warm up to you but he could not stay away

♡Seeing your smile took away the pain he has carried in his heart for so long

♡He is a serious man but caring

♡He likes to keep his work and you completely separate, this being said he will always make time for you

♡Never will he forget a date with you, Neuvillette makes you his priority in life and treats you like royalty

♡Enjoys speaking with you he finds that the times when you two get lost in conversation are the times he feels the closest to you

♡While he is not big on PDA behind closed doors you are held in his arms

♡He keeps you close to him as he has a fear that he will lose you one day so having his arms around you calms him

♡Surprisingly he’s a nickname guy but not your typical nickname, he gives you one based on your name and personality

♡It’s one way he shows his care for you, by calling you a name that comes from a place of love and meaning

Tartaglia

♡Being with him is always an adventure

♡There is always something to do and somewhere to go

♡No matter what he’s up to you will be kept safe

♡Childe will never put you in harm's way but he does want to show you all aspects of life

♡He’s not supposed to tell you everything but he does, you are the love of his life he can’t keep secrets from you

♡You are treated to the best of everything with him

♡If there is anything you want he will get it for you no matter what it takes

♡Seeing you happy is the best gift he has ever received

♡He would prefer to keep you out of business to an extent, you would be with him wherever he went but you are not getting anywhere near the action

♡If anything happened to you he would not know how to cope

♡Good thing for you Tartaglia has everything figured out and knows how to show his lover the world without letting them get hurt

♡Your life is filled with excitement and you don’t get a lot of time to be alone relaxing

♡He figures you two can get to that when you’re old

Thoma

♡Mr. Perfect has been giving you the husband treatment since day one

♡He is so kind and caring to everyone that you didn’t realize he had feelings for you for a while

♡You two were close friends for some time before he made a move to outright tell you his feelings

♡Finding out you felt the same way was like a dream come true for him

♡Thoma was so happy to know that he finally had someone to stand beside him

♡The two of you work together making sure the other load is not too much for them

♡Doing this ensures that neither you nor Thoma burns out with all that you do

♡Date nights are big with him

♡Days are when the work gets done and when the sun sets that’s the time that is reserved for just you

♡He likes to cook with you and would be so happy to teach you

♡Enjoys packing you snacks each morning you thought it was a little childish at first to have a snack pack with you but with all the running around you do you have realized why he started doing it in the first place

♡Keeping you happy and healthy is what he prides himself on

Wriothesley

♡The most loyal lover

♡From the day he met you, he has been determined to improve your life in any way he could

♡He takes his work seriously and it takes a toll on him so knowing that he has you to come home to pushes him through it

♡Wriothesley wants to keep you far away from his work as he will not risk anything ever happening to you

♡Yes he knows you are capable of handling yourself but why would he ever want you to have to struggle

♡He treasures the time he spends with you and does not care what the activity is as long as the two of you are together

♡He enjoys relaxing in the countryside lying in the grass with you just as much as he enjoys the rare opportunity of laying in bed and having a lazy morning with you

♡Big fan of making you breakfast

♡He will wake you up when he is done with breakfast even if it is super early because he knows what the rest of his day is going to entail and he would like to start off with seeing your face and sharing a meal with you

♡Loves to be able to come home and find you sleeping in one of his shirts

♡He slides into bed so carefully next to you and wraps his arms around you

♡You are his world and he will always nurture you

Zhongli

♡Zhongli is enjoying the retired life to the max

♡Every day gets to be spent with you doing whatever you want to do

♡He has taken you all over for adventures, sightseeing, and relaxation

♡After being around for so long he knows what the best of everything is

♡Having you and being able to now share that knowledge with someone makes him finally feel complete

♡One of his favorite moments with you was when he took you to his favorite overlook in Liyue, there were flowers growing near where the two of you were sitting, and when you saw them you excitedly ran over to pick one and came back and placed the flower behind his ear

♡He has never experienced someone like you

♡So kind and caring that it was odd to him at first that you were so caring towards him without knowing who he was

♡That is his favorite thing about you, the way you treat people, the kindness you carry in your heart

♡It is a rare quality and something that he now gets to enjoy having in his life

Author's note: Very excited to now have posts for the three main fandoms I will be writing for out! I'm always open to other fandoms and other characters from DMC, HSR, and Gneshin just shoot me a request <3<3

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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The Sun's Creator : Create Your Reality

WHICH PICTURE OF THE SUN DRAWS YOU CLOSER TO CREATING YOUR BEST YOU?

Hey so I designed a beautiful pick a card reading on how to find the best way to create a stronger bond for yourself. What do you need to know to know right now? Its best to give ourselves a chance to breathe some new light, so just enjoy the picture and the message is right below :)

PILE 1 - 'Do you get me? I'm right around the corner.'

Picking up where we left out sometimes gives us the chance to find our new wings. Because the climate is chilling, you cover yourself up to keep that warmth inside your belly, but it only keeps trying to show its weight. Because you're accustomed to the usual. You've become light headed to whats in front, but not the deepest parts in it. Change is around the corner for you, full on differences and expansions of the imagination will keep you moving forward in this horizon. Places you felt not so sure of will bring down the uncertainty you've been carrying for the past several weeks. Charming experiences will show soon as you've let out a big roar to yourself and for others to appreciate. Congratulate yourself for the work that you've BEEN doing because its been a lengthy road. That hidden joy is soon to pop through as you continue to awaken the force that continues to knock inside of yourself.

PILE 2 - 'Look at me now, I was chosen for this path.'

Pat yourself on the back boo! You're incredible. Your appearance is changing and you feel that beautiful light showing itself on a daily. Please, keep it that way. Look forward to the shifts you've been creating for yourself. You were meant to soar, forgiveness is needed and appreciated. Taking a jog and getting a full on exercise will help your mind feel more clarity. Get a camera, and take some new pictures of yourself for these next few weeks-months so you can feel the gratitude of being in the moment, being connected to a life that you could remember.

Enjoy the surface, the waves are magical.

PILE 3 - 'Can I get you something? Guilty Pleasures, & Formatting A New Love For Life.'

There's many opportunity we get to pick from, sometimes not every choice is going to get us the good one. That's okay, at least you learned something. Enjoying your familiarities and picking and choosing when to go saves you from a lot of problems in the long run. Because you've kept quiet about certain things to enjoy the love, you've made a promise to the ethers that you could forgive and for bide by a new law of justice inside of yourself. This world was created for us to become the versions of ourselves that was hidden in the shadows; There is another way to go than the ones from before. Thank the universe for allowing the lessons to bring more fullness, more creativity, more power, more love and more light in your heart. A thousand times plenty. Abundance can formulate deeper bonds inside of you, relationships, etc. Financial rewards coming in larger quantities than before. Congrats, would you like someone to get you drink? You've been eaten them up this hol' time ;)

#pick a picture #pick a card #pick a sun #pick a light #intuitive readings #tarotreading #psychic

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birds--daily · 2 months

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welcome to birds daily!!

this is my blog where i draw a bird every single day! the idea was completely ripped off from one of my best friends of all time, @fish-daily !! please go check him out :0)

my name is sunny and i'm a wildlife biology major and art minor from the eastern united states. i'm 21 years old and i use they/them pronouns!

i'm here because i love birds so much, and i'm assuming if you're following then you do too!!

IMPORTANT INFO BELOW!!

what to know before you request

please check if i've drawn a bird before you request it! if you don't want to scroll through everything, all my birds are tagged by order. don't know the order of your bird? look it up! the IOC world bird list has a great resource for this.

i tag them by name, but some birds have multiple common names.

i also have a spreadsheet of every bird i've done so far! but i can definitely see myself forgetting to update this, so it's best to double check.

any avian dinosaur archaeopteryx-and-beyond can be requested! many ornithologists consider avialae to be the cutoff for "modern" birds.

i can't guarantee full-accuracy of prehistoric birds as i'm not very well-versed in paleontology.

please keep asks to only one bird! feel free to send multiple asks though. if you include multiple birds in an ask i'll just pick one. when i answer the ask to post it, the other birds will be gone forever...

i will prioritize requests in the order i received them in, but a couple times a week i might draw a personal pick instead.

not accepting duplicate birds doesn't mean you can't request a different version of the same bird, which leads me to…

sexual dimorphism and seasonal plumage!

yes! you can request different plumages and sexes of a bird i've already done! want to see a female ruddy duck? of course! want the breeding plumage of the willow ptarmigan? absolutely!

i have sex, maturity, and plumage recorded on my spreadsheet, but i'm bound to make some mistakes on there. once again, double-checking my blog is your best bet to getting accurate bird info!

if you don't specify anything, i'm going to assume the basic mature male with breeding plumage that you come to expect from a bird.

breeding and non-breeding plumage can also be called summer and winter plumage. some birds also have special names for their plumage forms. just to keep things consistent i'll be referring to it as breeding and non-breeding!

final notes

my main blog is @eggpathy if you're interested in any of my other art! i forget to post there a lot. most of my art is on my twitter under the same name (trying to move here though)

i'm a full-time college student with a job, so some days i won't be able to get a bird out. sometimes i might even have to take a few days to a week off just to keep my sanity. this doesn't mean i'm not having fun and enjoying drawing birds! it just means i'm busy and maybe need time for other things

i'm also still human. this means i WILL MAKE MISTAKES! i have not finished my degree yet and i'm still learning! one of the big reasons i made this account was to help myself learn my birds! i take extra time out of my day to find facts to post with my birds, and sometimes those are wrong. if you see me post misinfo, please kindly correct me with a comment, dm, or tag!

any post that isn't a daily bird will be tagged #not birds. any post that is a daily bird will be tagged #birds.

please feel free to add extra fun facts, info, and generally any other silly comment in the tags. i love reading them and they make my day!

asks don't have to be request-related! feel free to ask me anything :0)

thanks for reading! peent!

#about time i made an introduction post lmao #birds daily #not birds

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archandshri · 3 months

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9th feb '24 - [arch] characters, interactions and emotion - making a mini webcomic

Gahhhh Shri this has been an absolutely crazy couple of weeks!!!! Hope you are doing well :)) First of all, WOW! You have a lot of goals, and I’m sure you’ll get them done! I’ve worked a lot on my graphic design during the process of making Winter Wellbeing. If you wanna see a blog post dedicated just to that, I can do so! It would be cool to compare notes on the approaches we take for graphic layouts. If you wanna share your knowledge of camera skills when you build that up that would be awesome 😭😭

It’s been a tough few weeks, art wise. I have been reflecting on my process, motivations to create, the ego and all the baggage that’s lumped into the creative process for me. It turns out there’s a lot. I took some space from my illustration practise (literally for a weekend!) and began to realise how dysfunctional it is. I’ve been writing a lot about that so there may be a larger piece of writing coming about that at some point (no promises!!)

But for now, let's talk about little successes!

I’ve been playing with some characters for a while but I’d hit a bit of a block with the plot. I realised the expectation of having a finished project of high quality soon is unrealistic, and an unhealthy expectation to put on myself. I rarely give myself time to play with concepts for a long time and let the characters, plot and interactions evolve naturally. Maybe this in part came from sticking to the short university module turnaround. I noticed that that short turnaround was causing a lot of block, so I have decided to bench it as a comic for now and focus on using it as a playground - falling in love with the characters, creating stories and drawing them for fun. Maybe years down the line I’ll make them into a comic - we shall see!

I *tried* to do hourly comics day this year and it didn’t quite work for me. I think I made 3 comics? And then got distracted with a bigger project that ended up taking a week or so to complete. Let’s have a look at it, shall we?

[you can find the full version here]

First of all, it’s based on an unfinished fanfiction I started a couple of months ago, which was mostly bad, but there was one nice scene that I liked and wanted to expand on. I started by having a look at the script I wrote and thumbnailing on the iPad. I’m away from home at the mo and usually would prefer to do most of my artwork traditionally, but because I don’t have access to a scanner, the whole process was digital this time. A lot of the pages got scrapped because the dialogue wasn’t necessary, and I’m not drawing pages that aren’t necessary.

some more development screenshots

I thought a lot about posing during the process, acting the scenes out in my mind and sometimes physically, really understanding the emotions of the characters, why they’re saying what they’re saying, their tone and how to convey that though their body language and expression (i find grian really annoying normally [affectionate] but I want this grian to step on me).

Pearl was hard with this because she’s quite erratic and unpredictable in this series, so I wanted her to switch from raw explodey anger to playful jabs at Grian. I’m hoping this comes across as somewhat insane, rather than tonally off and inconsistent. I did super enjoy drawing her and her explosive nature though, especially in comparison to Grian’s coldness.

I played with levels and monotone colour too - I’m not working with multiple colours much at the moment so I’m able to focus on things like values composition, characters and backgrounds. My skills limit the kind of stories I can tell currently, so I’m working to improve those foundations. Maybe when I’m back in the riso studio I can play with colours a little more.

Colours - despite the simple pallete it gets a bit nerdy here.I stuck to specific flat percentages for most of it - Pearl’s hair and Grians jumper are 60%, Grian’s hair and Pearl’s cloak are 20%. Then I added a 14% layer for shadows, using a ahrd blend eraser tool for highlights, making the images quite dark. I fill a layer with texture from Forystr’s riso brush for procreate, and turn it into a 40% opacity colour dodge layer. This gives it some much needed texture and makes the lighting feel low and nighttimecore. It also pushes the values to look really nice - I tend to be too scared to push them by myself.

I tried a few different colour layers to get a *vibe* but settled on a low percentage riso blue in a colour layer. All layers besides the riso blue are in a riso black, colour picked from a riso colour pallete. I learnt these tools - using percentages to get good values - from working with risograph. I really recommend having a look at these techniques and doing some monotone work. It's really improved by character designs, page layouts and compositions.

That's all from me today, though I have had MANY other thoughts over the past two weeks about creating, but perhaps we'll dive into them another time. If you (or anyone else) has any questions, hit me up with a reblog or an ask and I will get right to it. Lovely to hear from you! Hope your art is going great too :)) Arch :)

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 3 months

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Pmd9: Wolf Moon '24: Update;

greetings all i've been taking ttime /offline/ to reflect upon my inner self its been rly helpful i will continue a little longer.. I got into this state ovr the past few months where i felt like i had to fill every empty moment w someone elses thoughts, or beautiful stimulating imagery, any time i was bored or uncomfortable i just wanted to scrooooollllll . . . i started to feel like i was losing mysedf @_@ & losing myself ON purpose, at that

lately i began to long for this feeling i felt as a teen, b4 smartphone was everywhere, when i used to jst have to like. stare at the wall for long periods or look out the window and retreat into contemplation or fantasies to occupy myself. like in the ambient moments of waiting. or if i didntwant to think that day, i wld invent a task for myself , draw, go for a walk, ask my friend to hang out, find stuff to take photos of.. the internet was at it's most fun cus it was reserved for when u had time to be at the computer so it felt like more of a treat instead of being~everything~

it kinda hit me like oh i can pretty easily feel that way again ! just got to sternly banish the phone. And let me tell u it feels reallll niiice....i been playinggg all day long tbh i been having a blast. granted my reality has improved a lot recently so its easier to disconnect, but yea i duno its like dangg things r looking up & i want to b present for this part of my life. :*

its freaky how even holding the phone is so addicting?? does anyone else have that? i have rly restless hands so i noticed them searching for that thingy to hold. like i dont even think usning the internet is That harmful its just better left to computer-moments. i dont plan on ever stopping posting cus i looove posting i just cant b so *online* rn i cant b as engaged w "feeds" im burnt outtt

even after just a few days break i feel my thougts flowing better, a lot more true to me, i remember why i luv working on my stuff :+)

Soo lets see, some stuff i been up tooo ummm: i DEEP CLEANED my room / rearranged for better feng shui, added new pages to my website, work on music every day, yoga every day, started figure drawing class(!!), going strong w herbal tea regiment, joirnalling.. playing acnl evry night ^^ talking to my mom and grandma a lot which has been rly sweet and new for me. oh & pochita's eyes healing up perfect after her surgery a few weeks ago~~

thats pree much all the update i have for now.. tldr need to get serious about making sure my thoughts r my own & keeping grounded in reality. hope everyone having a pleasant full moon's experience tonight ^^ Since its Wolf's Moon maybe try howling at it..

Yours Truly,

-Pink_Moon_Doll_9_Shih_Tzu_9

P.S. today in the wolf moon yoga video i did she talked about how the most successful wolf packs r the packs that r most diverse..a pack where everyone has their own unique skills so they can come together to help each other in any situation. U dont got to b like everyone else, just lean into being the best version on YoU ^^ thought it was a sweet sentiment to contemplate over this moon. <3

#update #updating #new info #knowledge #facts #wizdom

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Awww, I need a Moon version of the single mom! pregnant!reader series now! The Hawk one was too cute.🥺🙏

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Moon x Single-mom!Pregnant!Reader

Fem!Chubby!Reader ○ pure fluff

Absolutely love this little series. I think I'll always be up for writing these 💖 but with Moon it's so much softer and ugh! Yes. (unedited)

Moon meets Reader at a local small business fair. She's all about supporting locally owned and small businesses, especially ones owned by women. Reader is at one of the stalls helping a friend, hoping to draw in customers to get things going. Moon is certainly intrigued by the handmade jewelry being sold, and it doesn't hurt that Reader is super cute too.

Reader stands up to give the pitch, introduce Moon to everything they have and such. It's the moment Moon sees her pregnant belly, which was a little hard to see behind the table. She's a bit sad, thinking Reader has a partner already, but that doesn't stop her from chatting with her and thinking she's cute. She totally thinks Reader has that pregnancy glow about her.

They start up a conversation about the pieces Reader's friend is selling, but it quickly changes into introductions and things progress from there. They're laughing and having a good time when Moon spies Reader rubbing her belly and she just has to ask.

"So, how far along are you?"

Reader smiles. "Twenty weeks."

"That's halfway, right?"

"Yep," Reader laughs and rubs circles onto her belly. "About twenty more and I'll get to meet this cutie."

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Moon asks curiously. She can't help it. The happy and motherly vibes are practically beaming off of Reader and she's soaking in that energy, making her all the more intrigued. "Sorry for all the questions."

"I don't mind," Reader tells her. She eases back into her seat and sighed. "And I don't know yet. I find out in a couple of weeks, though. Kind of hoping for a girl, but whatever they are or grow up to be, I'll love them anyway."

The conversation carries on from there, with both Reader and Moon gushing over the unborn baby. Moon ends up buying a few pieces of jewelry from the stand before they part ways, sharing her number with Reader and following each other on Instagram, too. She leaves and spends the rest of her day accidentally Insta stalking Reader, thinking she looks so pretty.

It isn't until a few weeks into their friendship that she learns that Reader doesn't have a partner. While it's a sad reality that they left Reader alone and pregnant, she looks forward to the future of motherhood and doesn't let that little piece of information dampen that. Moon is secretly so happy she's single because her crush on Reader has only gotten bigger and bigger.

As they hangout more, they get so much closer. Moon offers to rub her back when it hurts and her swollen feet too; they cuddle while watching TV or just hanging out; Reader links arms with Moon when they got to the mall together. The hormones are so bad and upsetting one day, Moon takes Reader to Build-a-Bear to make her feel better. They build bears together and giggle together the whole time, in a more than friendly way. One employee asks if they're girlfriends and both of them blush and say no, they're just friends.

They laugh about the whole experience on the car ride back to Reader's place, and when they get there they decide to cook. So they set their bears down on the couch and go into the kitchen. They turn on some music and get to work. It's full of laughter and messing around. Once their hands aren't busy with food, they're dancing together. Reader can only move so much, so it's slow and sweet. Moon is so gentle with her as they move around the kitchen, giggling to themselves, and things get slower as Reader gets a little tired. It turns into slow swaying...

Then, before either of them know it, it's a sweet kiss.

They're lost in each other, holding hands as their lips lock together and the world just stops around them. Moon squeezes Reader's hands, their fingers interlaced, and their sweet moment feels like it will last forever.

That is until the water on the stove boils over and makes them pull away from each other. Moon tells Reader to "stay right there" in fear that she could get burned and rushes over to take the pot off of the heat. There's a bit of a mess, but she wipes it up quickly and checks the pasta they were making. When she gives a thumbs up that everything's okay, Reader bursts into laughter and they both fall into a little fit of giggles.

It's the start of a lovely relationship, one both of them can't imagine not having after that point. They talk about it over vegan mac and cheese, because it has to be discussed a little bit at least, and Reader can't see herself being happier with anyone else. Moon is just happy she's happy and puts a hand on Reader's belly, even happier to be a second mama to the little one on the way.

#pregnant reader #single mom reader #moon x reader #moon x chubby reader #cobra kai moon #moon headcanons #moon cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai blurbs #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

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sloppy-sybarite · 1 month

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This is going sound crazy but let me introduce you all to an old friend: the blend.

Every woman has her own blend but most people don’t want to admit it; what I’m saying is that it’s not groundbreaking because it’s something that’s been done for centuries (Marilyn Monroe became her own version of Jean Harlow) and it’s hard to pull off if you’re not able to put in the work to create a blend and find what works for you. I’d spend my nights making friends with the girls when I was a dancer and the blend was something that was commonly talked about; each woman had a persona and was able to easily put it on but some women would recreate themselves completely, live that way, and it worked for them. Everyone wants to be someone else and I think it’s rare to meet a woman who hasn’t looked at another woman with envy; I know that there are women who I’ve aspired to be and I know that the thought of being anyone I’ve ever wanted to be tempts me. That’s what the blend is, an elaborate mask, and you can be any woman you could ever dream of once you put it on.

I remember making the trek to Target a few months ago, buying a notebook, getting home and openingcracking my up the case I keep filled with markers and pens to get writing. There’s a lot of writing involved, a lot of looking for inspiration and taking the time to better yourself, and a lot of hard work but it’s not a process that isn’t worth it. I spent a month going to burlesque shows, watching old movies and reading about the famous vintage vandals of days past, and getting my knowledge up before I even stepped on the stage and I was more confident than I’ve ever been when I did. It takes a lot to put the work in to change and you have to be willing to undergo change before you can succeed, you have to be willing to work and to read, you have to be willing to save, and you have to do what will work in the long run and forgo immediate pleasures in order to get what you want. I love hard work and I love being able to enjoy myself at the end of the day but I’ve worked hard to build an image of myself and, while it can be hard to maintain the image, it’s worth it at the end of the day and it feels so good.

Icracking my started on Pinterest and made 14 sections, I labelled some with people who I admired and others with general vibes. Sophia Loren, Cher (<3) Monica Bellucci, and Ava Gardner are just some of my sections and I went ham on filling them with pins; I have pins dedicated to cities, makeup and nails, specific perfumes that I love, and outfits and more but the only thing that matters at the end of the day is the fact that I was able to create a cohesive blend. You want everything to flow together smoothly and look good; the blend doesn’t work if pieces of the puzzle don’t fit and there’s inspo that sticks out like a sore thumb. You also have to use a notebook (writing is SO important) and take inspiration from your own surroundings so that things don’t feel artificial or overdone; I filled an entire notebook back to back, started drawing and then gluing my drawings into my notebook, made a pocket to collect perfume samples, had a page full of makeup and colour swatches, and went back for more time and time again because I knew what I was doing and I knew how I wanted my personal blend to flow after a few weeks of me sitting on the ground and watching Baby and Hilda Furacão as I worked on my pins, my notebook, and my inspiration boards. I also utilised instagram and actual books during this phase and I think being able to used media changed the results that I made for myself.

It’s not all about a look or being cosmo though, it’s about personality too. I think a lot of people feel like they have to remain the same forever because *gasp* what will people think of them if they change but we fundamentally change as we age and it’s important to undergo change and understand that not all change is bad. I was talking to Oma the other night and really lamenting the fact that I felt as if I’d let her down in ways and she told me that letting myself down and having to live with that was worse than letting someone else down. I have changed for the better and for the worse in so many ways since I became an adult and I don’t think 14 year old me would recognise 24 year old me at all; we change and we change and we change and that’s the way of the world. Change isn’t inherently bad or something to fear and we do better when we accept change into our lives. You should fear being stagnant instead of becoming the woman you want to be and you should eagerly be jumping into the water instead of standing on the shore and wondering why everyone else is already on a boat heading towards the horizon. This is a good journey, it doesn’t have to be bad and you don’t have to fight yourself or go against the world to get to the place you belong.

Let’s get blending.

#sloppy-sybarite

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The curve of the earth makes a horizon

Martin/ Ben all fiction, future fic 2063? You are wrong about seeing a spelling mistake.

“When you kiss me I feel like it’s going to be like this forever. A better version of forever, that never gets boring.”

Martin looks through the lens of his camera, adjusting the shot by millimetres until the image was perfectly centred on nothing at all important.

There is a lot of rock. “Lots of fucking rock.” He says out loud. Looking around guilty for a second like someone might hear him. That someone might take notice of this old man standing on the lip of the Caynon taking photographs.

A late in life hobby, an excuse to go out into the wilderness. Careful, sanitised, wilderness. Retracing the holidays they took when they were younger.

His kids, their kids, insisting on regular check-ins, and scrutinising his itinerary. Turning into the hectoring nags they accused him of being when they were young. He takes a ridiculous deep satisfaction at this.

Martin knows that people can drown in sand. His kids, their kids, scold him for watching too many grim documentaries. Like he isn’t Nordic. Like every God his people ever had wasnt mostly a warning that the vagaries of fate will screw you over every time.

Kids raised in too much American sun. Playing in the pool with their dad. Martin the one with snacks and sunscreen. The desert lays waiting on the ground and in the air, and you can wake up with a throat like sandpaper and your lungs squeezing pain every time you draw breath.

There is a difference looking into a fjord, a satisfying cool promise. Ben cutting through the water like an otter. The summer of the midnight sun when Martin walked around every day with a ring in his pocket trying to find the perfect moment to propose.

Martin read that you, a younger you he supposes, even younger than his children now. You can see for nearly five kilometres before the curve - like a wine glass held with the stem between the index and middle finger, red wine swirling a little with the hand moving in time to the conversation full bloodied and alive on your tongue - of the earth makes a horizon.

That is a long way to see, longer if it is both behind and ahead of you. Martin turns away from the agonised mouth of the Grand Canyon. It looks, he’s pleased, exactly like he remembers. Exactly like yesterday. Exactly like last week. Exactly like forty years ago.

When they were young and Martin would insist they had to do something utterly different, and then park up on a beach for Ben.

The first time they saw the Victoria Falls and all that water was just too much to process and he and Ben had gone back to the lodge, barely speaking to each other the whole way home, and fucked all night. Hands rolling over each other like white water, faster and faster and dissolving into steam.

How they had missed two days of the safari and could have just stayed in London and fucked in their own bed. How Ben had looked so wide eyed and innoncent and said “a lot of fucking zebras man” whenever people asked about their trip.

He didn’t understand The Falls then, didn’t understand canyons, terrified by their immensity. He needed the thin steel of Ben behind him to back him up. Needed Ben’s breath in his ear and his hands on his hips. Now he gets it. The extent of time, the patience of waiting to cut through the last few layers of rock to the soft belly of the world underneath. Not blooming and fading, patient and enduring.

Love as a dream that someone else had last night. Martin woke up early, still cool enough to walk up to the edge here. Pretty soon the stones will be spiky with heat. He’s here under a sensible beige hat, his face shaded. Trousers with too many pockets and his kids, their kids, unread messages on his phone. An expensive gold watch that he rescued from Ben’s wrist.

He rests his hands on the metal guardrail that will soon be too hot to touch. The phantom of tattooed fingers that used to slide over his rest just outside his vision.

Eventually, the sludge left of the Colorado River still wading through the bottom of the Canyon will cut right through to the other side of the earth. This is how long it would have taken Ben and the boys to dig a hole to China, like they tried to years ago.

Ben’s face so serious, and their faces so intent. Blurred in his memory to little shovels moving as sand was flung around, all their shoulders getting red. The next morning the tide had smoothed the beach flat and they made sandcastles, Martin balancing out the sides where they were uneven, and Ben decorating them with shells. The careful little hands patting sand into place now sending him daily messages reminding him to hydrate properly in the heat.

He couldn’t have coped with that dark plodding river so many miles below his feet alone when he was young. Would have been terrified with the idea of running out of time. So much to achieve, so few winters left.

It is almost dark by the time Martin pulls into the small town he’s been using as a home base. It’s almost time to move on, he can feel it. Too long in the dust, and he’s longing for a damp that can settle in his body and anchor his brittle bones down. But he keeps driving around these small towns with their ordered streets filling in a checkerboard on the map. First street the thickest black line through the centre of the town, cutting second street west off and making it second street east, making order of the desert.

He came here, decades ago, with Ben. They were new to each other then and imagined, he imagined, you could make order by planning. But they didn’t stick to the route, they went off the map. Kept the secrets though, the ones they whispered, the ones they thought.

That trip that was carefully named many things, a vacation, a break, a road trip. A get away. Before the beach. Neither of them willing to admit out loud yet that it was a dress rehearsal for their possible future.

The two of them. A car. Two boys at play, all the weight of London sanded off. When he finally saw the Canyon he understood their trip. The first time he had gone to the desert he was a child and time has wounded his face to grooves but he’s still a boy hopelessly in love. Tripping over his tongue and Ben’s trying to explain what he wanted their future to be.

In his dreams he is young. And Ben is there. Ben drives and Martin has just woken up, woozy and not entirely sober after sleeping in a moving car. And he can smell Ben’s sweat on him, feel the salt and skin itching under his fingernails. Ben isn’t talking, just driving through the black, humming in tune with the white lines, dots and dashes, that appear in the headlights.

A truck appears from nowhere and breaks the spell, and Ben spills out a flood of words and love that chip the first stone face of the canyon away.

He’s told his kids, their kids, he’s travelling around. But he’s never far from a canyon. Every day when he comes back from walking the scrub looking for inconsequential images he can send back - nothing with bones picked clean in the sun, nothing with snakes, nothing with vultures posed on power lines like cartoons - he reminds himself it’s time to go soon.

Propped against the lamp is the last picture he took of Ben, when Ben was only just there. It’s in the sun all day and it’s faded almost away. And Martin holds to the idea for seconds every morning that replacing the past is as possible as replacing a photograph. That last picture that he took as much with his mind as his camera, swept years and travel from Ben’s body. Martin can only see his eyes and the gleam they held.

The smooth ordered bands of his skin with the carefully shaved beard that Martin would run his fingers over. Even now he runs his fingers over the image, Like peeling a sun burnt layer of skin off. The same way he’s brushed frost from a window, cleaned dust from a shelf, and underneath, not another layer, but the gleam of the glass and wood, the round of bones.

He knows that he can’t walk to the edge too many more mornings. That their kids are waiting, messages need to be answered, and the garden they planted needs watering. That no matter how far into the horizon he looks he won’t find that flung apart longing that they left here years and years ago. The earth curves, closes off behind you, no matter how desperately you look back.

#I used to write about grief a lot #and I used to write a lot of future fics #fic #I quite like the last couple of lines #I used to hear a random fact #like how far you could see in the distance and write a story about that fact #I never fact check

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theartfulmegalodon · 7 months

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Well dang it, I've had a nibble of engagement, and I'm finally letting it tempt me. Wanna read my comic scripts? I'm really hoping you do!

It is planned as a 30-issue comic series. I have chosen to write the entire thing and make it as good as I can before I attempt to draw any of the actual pages. Partly this is perfectionism, and partly it is because I know how long it would take me to attempt to draw it, and how unlikely I'd be to ever complete it. I wanted to focus on completing something, and I've chosen the writing.

I have written 15 (half!) of the 30 issues, and they have already seen many, many revisions. (Much thanks to the three people who have read them and given me feedback!) I am quite confident that these first 15 issues are very close to their final forms, and they are definitely good enough for me to share with you all.

I have also done a few sketches and bits of standalone art for the characters*, so while I have no comic pages drawn yet, I will occasionally include some of these sketches in with the script, just to give your optic nerves more of a workout. It's the least I can do! I'm thinking I can post one issue script per week? That's 15 weeks of new content for ya, with more to eventually follow!

*All designs subject to small changes down the line.

I post these issues mainly to share them. My experience has been that people almost never want to read a comic script, but sadly, the writing is as much as I can do right now, and I am in fact proud of what I've done so far, and very much looking forward to tackling the second half. However, I am always looking for feedback, and I will be WIDE OPEN for questions, critique and suggestions. Not saying I'll necessarily change things based on your feedback, but I do welcome it! Also, of course, I'd love it if you shared these around, talked them up to your friends, if you like them!

Read on for more about the story itself!

River & Ash is a slow-burn supernatural gay romance, set in an alternate version of our real world. The material is treated maturely (I like to think) but with only about a PG-13 rating. (No smut, no super-strong language.) There is angst in parts of it, but there is also a lot of wholesome shmoop. And while the focus is mostly on the evolution of the relationship between the two main characters, there is also plot, and mini-arcs, with minor superheroics, alternate history pop culture, and an original mythology and history that is teased and then slowly revealed over the course of the story. It also happens to have a very proactive, driven individual for a main character (River). I say this just in case, like me, you don't love when magic/the supernatural just sort of happens to the protagonist to kick off a story.

Ripped from the introductory page that begins every issue…

"Once, the world was full of magic… because humanity once shared the world with demons. History tells that for thousands of years they coexisted, sometimes happily, sometimes not, but one truth never changed: any human who made a deal with a demon would be granted incredible power of their own… for a price.

But in the Middle Ages, during the rise of the Catholic church, a small pocket of humanity attempted to purge these magical beings from existence. The details were lost to time, but what is known is that the demons who survived collectively renounced mankind and disappeared, removing themselves and their influence. 1101 became known as the year magic vanished from the world.

Centuries later, on the same day he suffers a horrifying loss, River McAllister is given what appears to be a real demon book. These rare, indestructible relics have been mostly hoarded away, and there hasn't been a confirmed demon sighting in over a thousand years. It seems impossible. He knows it probably won't work. But if he can find a way to translate it, he might just be able to summon the demon that belongs to it… and maybe make a deal of his own."

The first will be posted forthwith. Thank you in advance so very much!

#River&Ash #comic writing #comic scripts #really hoping to find even a smidgen of an audience here #Godlings? never heard of it

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beneaththetangles · 2 years

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Transformers or Demon King housekeepers? Youth doing romance “wrong” or boys that turn into monsters at night? Boys that turn into monsters PERIOD or a wizard cursing a young woman? We absolutely run the gamut this week with the releases we’re covering, including a host of works coming out this week or next. Let us know what you think of these releases and series!

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The Art and Making of Transformers: War for Cybertron, Art Book

In the opening foreword of The Art and Making of Transformers: War for Cybertron Trilogy, F.J. DeSanto mentioned how the series Transformers: War for Cybertron Trilogy was a love letter to “both the robots of Cybertron and their fans on Earth.” I could not help but feel that this art book captured that love letter to its fullest. From the opening pages, I was already in awe of how this truly is a behind-the-scenes-look at the Netflix Transformers trilogy. I don’t know which was my favorite part: seeing the initial sketches of iconic Transformers, or hearing the love that so many people have for Transformers in general. While this book focuses that love specifically toward the series, it is a precious gift that also reaches out to other Transformers fans. I shared this with my ten-year-old, who is a huge Transformers fan, and his excitement was so transparent and almost tangible that I could not help but be thankful this book exists. He deeply loved the numerous character profiles, the screenshots from the show, the comprehensive breakdowns of locations and ships, and a whole section dedicated to toys. It was one of the most satisfying things to see my son’s face light up as he and my husband had in-depth and excited conversations about the full-page art spreads and random facts they did not know beforehand. This is an impressive and engaging art book that I think any Transformer fan can appreciate, whether casual onlooker or obsessed watcher. However, it will be most appreciated by fans of the War for Cybertron series and those wanting to learn even more about its characters, whether all-time favorites or brand new. ~ Laura A. Grace

The Art and Making of Transformers: War for Cybertron is published by VIZ Media.

My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong, As I Expected, Manga Vol. 18

The cover of volume 18 of Oregairu looks way too epic for a story about three high school kids trying to toss aside their weaknesses and just grow up, but it’s kind of fitting for this arc of the series, which itself is overblown and confusing. Yukino is trying to help Iroha plan for a prom, but the former’s mother, who leads the school’s parents, opposes it on moral grounds. Yet, they continue to plan and try to convince the parents. Hikki, who Yukino will not allow to help her because she doesn’t want to be dependent on him, decides to create a rival prom, intending that when judged against the true prom, it will look so bad that the parents will pick Yukino’s. Meanwhile, Yui is just heartbroken and along for the ride. Make sense? Yeah, I didn’t think so, either. I’ve watched and read this arc multiple times in other versions of Oregairu, and have always been disappointed in it as the concluding and unfortunately weakest story for what is my favorite franchise. The manga handles the arc better in some cases, though: it’s able to build up panels toward jokes, almost as if the mangaka is trying to distract us from the actual goings-on in the melodramatic plot; and the illustrations are killer, having matured over the course of the series, much like the protagonists. It also made a few changes to the source material, including one that I find fascinating, effectively switching Yui’s scene where she falls asleep against Hikki to Yukino doing the same. I also appreciated a couple of the cute inserts, including a pretty challenging “find the 10 differences between the drawings” page. While none of this is enough to divert attention away from the flaccid story, just like the service club trio, we’ll still make it to a conclusion even though the ride is bumpy. Some rides are just bumpier than others. ~ Twwk

My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong, As I Expected is published by Yen Press.

His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, Manga Vol. 1

I keep finding myself picking up manga titles that either I don’t know anyone talking about or I’m unsure if I’ll love. Thankfully, I have continued to find success because my latest “blind buy” was His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper, and I really enjoyed it! Sakura is a young high schooler who is obsessed with cleanliness and loves to clean. When she unexpectedly finds herself in another world that is filthy from a curse that doesn’t allow cleaning magic, her “cleaning powers” and passion lead her to become the housekeeper of a lazy demon king. Not only that, but she suddenly finds herself being called a Saint thanks to her magical abilities! I’m not sure I had any expectations when starting this new series, and I’m glad I didn’t because it was simply a fun and unique read. Sakura was a really fun heroine to follow along with, and I enjoyed seeing her cause some “chaos” by asking people to put a conversation on hold so she could go clean. Ha! I also found the concept of the curse intriguing, and I’m curious as to what the “cure” will be; but for now I am enjoying Sakura showing the people of this world what real cleaning magic is. I definitely plan to pick up more volumes of this series despite the fact that I didn’t super love the beginning. I very much want to see if Sakura can find out how to break the curse, how the citizens will admire her “cleaning magic” next time, and the romance that I hope blooms soon! ~ Laura A. Grace

His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper is published by Seven Seas.

At Night, I Become a Monster, One-Shot Light Novel

There are some authors who try to make their points artistically, carefully, slowly, elegantly. And then there are authors who don’t care about any of that and just say whatever they want to say with little concern for subtlety or literary conventions. Yoru Sumino is the second. Case in point: At Night, I Become a Monster. I mean, the school nurse is literally reading No Longer Human as Adachi (the male lead, who becomes a monster every night for unexplained reasons) walks into her office! But as much as Sumino’s blunt, self-aware style irked me last time, I wasn’t as annoyed here. Maybe it’s because I felt more sympathy for Yano, the female lead, who tries desperately to be kind despite her classmates’ bullying. Maybe it’s because the whole book rails against an all-too familiar culture where vicious barbs are concealed beneath subtle language. Maybe it’s because of the book’s point: that we all might be more monstrous at heart than we would dare to think. At Night, I Become a Monster spins an unsettling tale about social life—but one that’s also filled with hope. Even while ushering us into the dark depths of the ways we hurt each other throughout the book, Sumino also points us towards the light at the end of the tunnel. The book ends on a bittersweet but reassuring tone, a reminder that it’s scary to take off our masks and reveal our true, ugly selves, but that doing so can also lead to redemption, for us and for others. I’ll be spending several nights awake thinking about this book. Hopefully I won’t be turning into a monster like Adachi, though. Or maybe that’s been Sumino’s goal all along… ~ sleepminusminus

At Night, I Become a Monster is published by Seven Seas.

Dandadan, Manga Vol. 1

Dandadan is an action romcom that links the sci-fi and the supernatural as it pits an oddly coupled teenage duo against evil forces. Volume one is frenetic and unrelenting in its plot, humor, and fanservice. The pacing and assertive content gives this volume an interesting tone, but it’s all a bit too much. It’s a shame, too, because the two central characters—Momo (the granddaughter of a shrine priestess) and the nerdy boy she refers to as “Okarun”—are easy to root for, both as individuals and as a potential romantic pairing. But they get lost among too many ecchi scenes and genitalia jokes—lots and lots of jokes about genitalia, because you see, both the alien creatures that they meet first and the spiritual one that takes center stage later are interested primarily in “organs.” It’s meant to add to a wild and funny atmosphere, but comes across more as awkward and puerile. This is a Shonen Jump series and so is aimed at adolescent boys, after all. The question is, with lovely drawings and two characters that immediately have great chemistry on the manga page, why couldn’t it be something more? ~ Twwk

Dandadan is published by Viz Media. Volume one releases on October 11th.

Romantic Killer, Manga Vol. 1

In the Twitter shojo community, Romantic Killer has been a hot topic of discussion due to it being a shonen title published under Shojo Beat, an imprint that publishes shojo manga. Due to this controversy, I was deeply curious how this new title would “hold up” to its genuine shojo predecessors. Anzu is a high schooler who loves video games, chocolate, and her pet cat, but she suddenly loses all these things because of Riri the wizard! The wizard assures her that she can get it all back if she falls in love with any of the hot guys around her, but Anzu doesn’t care about falling in love or being surrounded by hot guys. She just wants her favorite things back! I won’t deny that I had a pretty good time reading because our main character is hilarious. I found her instantly engaging from the very beginning and think she is definitely part of this series’ charm: she really isn’t okay just going along with this imp’s plans to make her fall in love. Yet, whether or not the community influenced my own views, I confess I did feel conflicted after reading Romantic Killer. My biggest issues came first with her parents basically abandoning her in Japan and later with the imp forcing a random person to be part of this “experiment.” I know this is a comedy, but I found both those issues to be quite unsettling. Yet with that said, I do want to see what happens next. I really liked the “main guy” in this volume and found myself wanting Anzu to cave in and develop feelings for him. I’m on the fence if I’ll purchase the next volume or only watch the anime, but either way, I do want to see what Hoshino will do next. ~ Laura A. Grace

Romantic Killer is published by Shojo Beat.

Shortcake Cake, Manga Vol. 10

Before I share my thoughts, I will just say this: Do not be deceived by this gorgeous cover. It is by far my favorite in the series and when I picked it up, I was hoping we have a nice reprieve or turn of events where things started looking up for Riku, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Well, maybe not super wrong because this volume did have a turning moment in that Riku willingly goes to sleepover at Chiaki’s house, which is extremely shocking given their “one-sided” friendship! It’s there I definitely think Chiaki shines the most since the series began and was deeply touched in his love for Riku and how much he wants to help him. I think it was in these pages of seeing Riku truly open himself up that I could no longer stop tears from falling. They only continued to fall more when Riku makes a decision that was extremely heartbreaking, only for that scene to be followed by hearing Rei’s story and why he acts the way he does. (I sort of felt my heart couldn’t get a break!) I admire Ten that despite the sadness and heartache she is personally feeling, never once did she give up in doing what she could to help the Mizuhara brothers. The ending felt surreal and was so thankful she was there to push a certain character into action because it indeed feels like the ending is critical in what will happen next. ~ Laura A. Grace

READ: Shortcake Cake Reviews (Vol.1 // Vol. 2 // Vol. 3 // Vol. 4 //Vol. 5 // Vol. 6 // Vol 7 // Vol. 8 // Vol. 9)

Shortcake Cake is published by VIZ Media.

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“Reader’s Corner” is our way of embracing the wonderful world of manga, light novels, and visual novels, creative works intimately related to anime but with a magic all their own. Each week, our writers provide their thoughts on the works they’re reading—both those recently released as we keep you informed of newly published works, and those older titles that you might find as magical (or in some cases, reprehensible) as we do.

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transformersandturtles · 11 months

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Not All is Lost

(Nail for short)

They’re finally here!! The revamped version of my ninja turtles!! Be sure to tap on the I,ages for better quality.

To start off, here is the height chart! It’s not perfect, but it helps give the idea of just how tall they are. I will update this with Splinter and Barry later this week or next week.

I only really teased Raph more than the others but I wanted them to be a bit of a surprise. Some changes have been made since the turtle pile drawing. So, we’ll start with Raph.

Raphael, 15, He/They, 4’11 (150 cm)

The second middle child and oldest of the twins. He was born without his left arm, which has caused no problems for him until he started wearing prosthetics. He doesn’t wear his prosthetic arm all the time, only for training and going to the surface. He has two sais, though one is basically a back up in case he loses the other or it breaks. Their prosthetic, made by Donnie of course, can turn into a sai or blade, depending on what they need. (ADD + IED)

Michelangelo, 15, He/She/They, 5 (152 cm)

Here is Mikey, the youngest of the four and the younger twin. He still uses Michelangelo as his full name, but will often go by Mikey, Michelle, Mickey, Mike, Micha, etc. just fun nicknames. She is much more driven by fashion and art, making most of the clothes everyone wears. She doesn’t like not wearing clothes, it makes her feel weirder than she already is. They’ve always been around to help Raph when he needed it, but has also caused him some problems from time to time. They’d do anything to keep him happy. Like her craftwork, she is also very skilled in using multiple weapons besides her traditional nunchucks. She can use Raph’s sais, Leo’s katanas, or Donnie’s Bo Staff if it was ever required of her to do so. (ADHD + OCD)

Leonardo, 16, He/Him, 5’2 (157 cm)

Here is Leo, the leader of the group and the medic. He is the second oldest, but takes the most responsibility of the four. He’s not much of a talker so figuring out what he wants or what he’s referring to is pretty difficult. He also has a small herbal garden that he takes care of as well as many other plants that basically cover everywhere in his room, besides his books. He is much more serious than the others, but enjoys pulling a few jokes here and there to try to lighten the mood. He tries to keep everyone out of trouble. He is also a major egg. Like. . . Painfully unaware. (anxiety)

Donatello, 17, They/Them, 6 (182-183 cm)

And now lastly we have the oldest, Donnie! The mechanic and tech genius. They make almost everything around the lair with what they are able to get their claws on. Despite their big stature, they are a total softie. . . Unless, know, you make them upset then their nut-case evil scientist comes out. As much as they love technology and the possibility of the future, they are much more driven to study the past and hope to one day be someone to discover an ancient civilization, or find a whole new dinosaur or sea creature, or prove if myths/urban legends are true! But for now, all they can do is hope and plan for the future. (ASD)

And there you have it!! I will be making full bodies of April and Casey soon with some updates to their designs, as well as start teasing Splinter and Barry! Barry will play a much bigger role in the turtles’ lives.

#my art #tmnt nail au #tmnt nail donnie #tmnt nail leo #tmnt nail raph #tmnt nail mikey #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt

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poisonhemloc · 11 months

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taco truck au with limited amount of actual taco truck mentions- eventually i’ll write up a proper ‘dragging oc from game into au’ thing but right now its cliff notes version

‘why does this go here’ so i can not lose it in discord

‘why not make it one long reblog chain from you’ cause then im not sure if im inflicting this on other people

Granite gets into town from a long distance bus, with about forty bucks and a backpack with some clothes. They do not have, a computer, an easy way to charge their phone, a place to stay, or a way to get more money, but they find a gym with a cheap membership and showers and sign up, assuming they’ll do some classes to make it look like they’re here for the actual gym and not the showers until they find a job and a place

It’s a parkour gym frequented by Feldspar, who’s helping keep an eye on the newbies while they’re still not allowed to do difficult physical activity (it’s been a couple years since Crash but, that’s not a lot) and Graphite, who’s lowkey idolizing Feldspar. Granite and Graphite are not related. They do look very similar, though, just Granite’s taller. (Are you two twins becomes a running joke, very fast) Granite does not have success finding a place but is actually enjoying the gym, and then when Feldspar leaves a flier up for the taco truck they run, they apply, and manage to get the job.

They’re paired with Gabbro (after training with Gossan and Feldspar at Sap). Granite doesn’t realize, but Gossan, Feldspar, Hornfels, Gabbro and Chert (not Riebeck because they’re the next newest person) have been having an on and off ‘hey I don’t think the new kid has a house’ conversation and while Hornfels’ ‘just let them talk and try to figure out where they are’ method is prevailing Gabbro decided a month ago to just. Stalk Granite after work to figure out where they’re going. And finally figure it out the first day they get a fall downpour, and show up with ‘hey you don’t actually get a choice, pack your backpack you’re staying at my place’

Gabbro sends a bad 2 minute sketch to the text chain everyone is in for coordinating the trucks of a bad drawing of Granite like they’re a shaky crying shelter dog in the rain captioned ‘picked up a stray’ and is ignored because that’s just how Gabbro is

Chert, who would have done this weeks ago in person but they’re rarely scheduled to work with Granite, finally sends a ‘hey Granite where are you living again I missed it’ And gets a ‘Oh yeah I have a new place! Giant’s Deep district’ and a bad 2 minute sketch that’s more recognizable as Gabbro looking stoned in their beat to hell car going ‘heeey need a place?”

which sets off a ‘oh no who picked them up are they safe’ discussion in the chat that’s been worrying and Gabbro gives them twenty bucks for the sketch, frames it, and puts it on their desk at their day job.

Hornfels stops by a few days later, ‘hey we gotta talk about- what is that on your- are you KIDDING me, Gabbro, you knew-’ and texts the full chat on accident ‘Gabbro is who picked Granite up they’re not in danger and they were just letting us worry-’ and chaos breaks lose

#Poisonhemloc’s rambles #outer wilds taco truck au #granite starts this au brand new in town and homeless to kinda recreate the game- starting off knowing. nothing.#same with gabbro being the one to find them/get them a place #everything else? its cause i think its funny #but you cannot tell me Feldspar wouldn't be all over parkour #(graphite is buddys hatchling who works in an aquarium)

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floaroanemoia · 6 months

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“Either I’m embellishing a story for shocking effect, or I’m the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars.“ hi jess hows the weather

A room full of liars.

That is always what they have been—or, at least, those who played a hand in the young one’s banishment. Liars and thieves, who stumbled in upon the morning shore and in lieu of listening to the water and foam lapping at their feet, trying to usher them back into the sea, they tore themselves from it. When met with the vast land of Hisui, when their eyes fell upon the sight of fellow human beings who long knew the innerworkings of the region, they had claimed it theirs for the taking. A fresh canvas to build upon, even if it meant unknowingly using the foundations built by people millennia back. A dangerous, unviable place, that man had described it as, and the pokemon even more so. The campsites among toppled and crumbling ruins vital, even if they could serve the same purpose away from what was once towns or temples to honour the stars, the unknowable, but was still home to the surviving few.

From day one, the very premise that village had been built upon was a lie, perpetuated by the loyal, the persecuted and the lost.

Sarana’s brow furrows, lips drawing into a line for what feels to be the umpteenth time within the span of a few minutes. Heart strings are tugged and pulled, scraping along the depths of her chest. This has gone too far now. The Nobles falling victim to frenzy, the sky taking upon itself both patterns and colours described only in tales told to the medium when she was a little girl. And now, the hero—the child—who sought to stop it all has been cast out. Banished by that same, lost liar. Left to die over nothing more than ill-placed suspicion.

And in the name of their people, no less. The Celestica.

Perhaps it would be easier, to simply accuse Volo of lying. Point the fingers at him to give her mind one more chance to refuse the reality placed before her—of that brave, young soul being left to fend on their own, and maybe already no longer of this world. He is a man with the tendency to embellish, that is true. A theatrical heart when it comes to tales that must be made taller for a certain response, or to heighten the value of an item no rarer than the dirt beneath their feet. But that is simply it—for stories. For sales. And she knows the tones, the inflections, the dramatic gestures and expressions which accompany them.

He wears neither. From a glance up, stare as piercing as it had been before—sharpened, and yet terribly guarded; like a cornered creature ready to strike out at the slightest provocation—, the woman can tell that much. And what reason would have Volo to lie about this? No, in fact, the hushed voice, the shifting nature of his gaze, it resembles more of those rarer times. When his own smile had faded with the sunlight, and solemn words followed suit. Even if the version he has told her sounds far direr, and infinitely more unfair on the child, Sarana cannot see him lying about this. Far more likely would it be that those of the village have downplayed the situation, either to preserve their own morality, to give Kamado the benefit of the doubt, or to reassure themselves that the one who fell from the sky would be just fine on their own.

Out there. In the cold climate of Hisui. With a couple of days to learn what she had been taught for over a decade, just to have the faintest chance of surviving more than a week.

“…Very well, I believe you,”

Fingers unlace themselves from beneath the medium’s chin, and with a swift movement, she falls back into the chair, a huff of air escaping from her form. Her head turns, and eyes shift to that accursed building’s side, inwardly cursing how it dares to take its colours from the sunrise. She must find them—before something else does. Something dangerous, or someone willing to prey on vulnerabilities. With the sun setting, and hours slipping by, there would be no time to assemble the others for a search party. They are too far; too spread out around the land. Sophora should be fast enough—her Ninetales and Zoroark proficient enough to track their scent. But perhaps, with this much knowledge on their situation, he might have heard the faintest hint of a last known location.

“Volo. Where were they left? Do you know anything about where they might be?”

#long post #❁⊱⦃ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰❁#❁⊱⦃ ⏤ {ask.} ⦄⊰❁#volot #{Volo.}#[hi lucian :) idk hows the weather for you :)) }#{but i Am shaking the train wifi please i am begging you post this}#{moments sarana will kick herself for later post-pla no. 6564}#{not pictured: her probably pacing around the room so fast she'd probably be digging tracks into the floorboards moments before}

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I always love with abandon. A bit of discernment goes into the initial pick, but after that, it's always a head over heels, my everything is yours kind of love. That's why I was so surprised when you grew on me.

That first day I saw you sitting across the way from me, I really didn't think much of it. Oh, they're cute. I wonder where they got that beanie, and if their music choice is as awesome as their style suggests (I'd later find out that it was). But as the events of the day continued to turn and unfold, I eventually let it go. Let you go. Continued on with my life. Got wrapped up in my own little world.

And it's not like you really popped up again that frequently, but my life continued to give casual nods to you every so often. A mention of your name by a friend. Group chat messages from you to other people. Old photos with you staged in the background like a happy accident. I never keyed into you right away, but given a few seconds my brain would flicker with recognition. It didn't happen frequently enough to be a pattern, so again, I let it go.

The day everything changed was coincidentally also the day my dnd character got killed for the first time. You were supposed to be there, but something had come up. And for some reason, on this day, my brain just could not let it go. I kept looking for you around corners, in streams of messages, behind closed doors. And it did strike me as odd, but I do this sometimes. Get stuck, I mean. On patterns and in routines. So, again, I wrote it off as just one of those weird things I do.

The next time we played dnd, you were the first person I saw. I hadn't even stepped one foot through the door yet, and it'd been weeks since I'd seen you last, and there you were. Some sort of temporal kismet had us arriving at the same time.

You met me at my car, offering a hug and a supportive hand I didn't know I needed. Being around groups of people tends to set me on edge, but that didn't bother you. Looking back, it seemed like you were keyed into me the whole time. You sat across the table from me, in full view, making eye contact when I'd get worked up, making sure I ate something (because it was absolutely the last thing on my mind), keeping me grounded.

The day wore on. I got flitty, as I tend to do when everything is everywhere and I need to see and do it all all at once. You retreated inward instead. I don't know when that stopped being my go to coping mechanism. Maybe it's because I can't fit another multitude within myself anymore. Maybe it's this opposite presentation that draws me to you. A bastion of outward calm when I feel my insides melting. Except I know that yours were too. We talked about it once, and it helped me ground my perception of you as someone who understands. At least a little bit.

And that's probably why you let me cuddle with you. For hours. It was truly the calmest I remember being in my entire life. The ocean of my mind narrowed down to one single stream. The size difference had something to do with it for sure. You're probably considered a larger man than most, and if we're being honest I still get confused for a middle schooler from behind sometimes. But it was also much more than that.

I've never felt encapsulated by another person before. Not like the way I got lost in you. The world ended at your boundary. Your calm became my calm, and in the stillness I blossomed into a version of myself I've never met before. And it was beautiful. She was free. Part of me would do anything to get her back. Another part doesn't believe I can ever be her, experience this, again.

The worst part now is I don't know if you were doing all of that because of me, because of the way you can't quite stop your brain from landing on me, mulling me over, or because you're just nice. Because if I've learned anything about you, it's that you embody kindness in a way I haven't experienced in a really long time. You don't demand attention, but you're always giving it. To everything. And if that doesn't resonate with my own truths and experiences, I don't know what does.

When I really knew I was lost was when you left, when I realized the hole your absence left in my heart, when I couldn't stop my brain from spiraling into you over and over and over again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't panic. The truth is that my brain is a junkie for love, for acceptance, for peace. And I can't decide if it's better for me to never have it, because at least then I am regulated in my dysregulation, or to chase it with every fiber of my being and just find a way to deal with the almost immediate crash in quality of life when it's inevitably taken away from me.

I just crave consistency. I crave safety. I crave peace. And I think it's dangerous to find it in someone else. But I know it's the one thing I can't provide for myself.

#LS does prose #I haven't actually written any non-diary narratives since middle school you guys #so go easy on me #but also be honest #love #Q #based on real events but there's definite embellishment here #calm #peace #relationships

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lovemesomerafael · 2 years

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CAPTAIN AMERICA / MCU MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes (Stucky) and a few straight Steve & Bucky featuring the rest of the Avengers, and one Thor / Bruce Banner

All titles are links to the fics on AO3. All fics contain a healthy dose of swearing and I only have the happy-ending gene.

Can't Read That In A Museum - The Full Story of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes Story, fluff, smut, angst, pining, action This will be a three-part series. Each part will cover an era in Steve and Bucky's lives. Built around canon scenes and dialogue, this is the backstory - what happened before, after, and between those scenes. Part 1: In the Beginning The story of how Steve and Bucky met as children and became best friends who pledged themselves to one another 'til the end of the line. Covers their lives from when they meet in 1924 at ages 6 and 7 until 1945, when Bucky falls from the train and Steve flies the Valkyrie into the ice. Part 2: The Miserable Hero, The Guy in the Tank, and Me Brock Rumlow always wanted to be a good guy like his hero, historical figure Bucky Barnes. By the time he finds himself working with recently-returned Captain America, it's way too late. But then he starts to suspect that the viciously effective assassin so dangerous Hydra has to keep him on ice might actually have once been Bucky Barnes. He goes looking for answers, even though what he learns about both men - and himself - hurts like almighty hell. Part 3: The Road Home - WIP Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have each learned that the other is alive in 2014. Impossibly, they're both only a few years older than when they were separated in 1945.

Finding their way back to one another, however, is going to be a long, long road. Because first, they both have to find Bucky Barnes.

Others Like Me

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Bucky" Barnes / Original Female Character, "Cap" Rogers / James "Barnes" Barnes Story, smut, fluff, angst, pining, action, multiverse (two Buckys!), I kept writing new sections because I love this AU so much

This should be a three-part series, but it's too late now.

Part One: Things are rough between Steve and Bucky. Then Bucky's abducted by a new Hydra and meets other captive soldiers, including a woman who helps him come to grips with his torturous past. Bucky must convince The Avengers to help destroy the new Hydra and save the captives. Steve isn't happy about any of it. All he wants is Bucky back in his arms.

Part Two: Since Steve returned to the past two years ago, Bucky’s become a miserable wreck. He's gotta find a new life. He remembers something a drunken Tony said once, and learns that there’s a last chance for him to be happy. And, honestly, what does he care if it kills him, instead? Landing, gravely injured but alive, in an alternate universe, he finds that he has a chance to do some things over again, and to finally be home for good.

Part Three: Barnes is trying to find his way now that Steve's been killed and he is Captain America. Until a half-dead Steve Rogers from yet another universe shows up, betrayed by his own Avengers. How the hell is Barnes supposed to deal with another version of the husband he can't stop mourning?

The Art Class

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Fluff, pining, first time, smut, pre-war Steve & Bucky

It's 1939. Steve and Bucky are roommates in a tiny little flat, doing everything they can to keep afloat at the tail end of the Depression. Through a series of chance events, Steve gets the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take a life drawing class with one of his favorite pen and ink artists. What he doesn't know is that the model he'll be drawing is - you guessed it. Their secret attraction to each other has been difficult enough, but now Steve will be spending two hours a week staring at Bucky's nude body, and Bucky will be trying to fight what that look in Steve's eyes does to him.

Cobble Hill

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Notting Hill AU, fluff, angst, pining, fixed problems with the movie, Thor as Spike (the roommate from Hell)

Bucky Barnes is happy, with a great house and has a close-knit group of friends. His life is going along just fine until Steve Rogers - Captain freaking America - walks into his bookshop specializing in military history. Bucky's always had a thing for Captain America, and Steve Rogers exceeds all his fantasies.

Until he takes Bucky on the emotional rollercoaster ride of his life, leaving him wildly disappointed and nursing a broken heart.

After giving him a second chance and being burned again, Bucky is done with Steve Rogers. But Steve will do anything - even give up the Shield - to make it up to him, and prove that his bad behavior is in the past.

Wedding Bells

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Short, super-angsty/piney one-shot

Seeing Steve’s wedding ring made it all real. That’s when Bucky knew he had to say goodbye. So he goes back to Brooklyn, to where it all began, to do what he must with his most treasured possession: a drawing Steve made of the two of them.

Unspeakable

Steve Rogers / James "Bucky" Barnes Recovering Steve / Recovering Bucky, smut, fluff, action

Post-Winter Soldier, Bucky goes to ground to figure out who he is, and who he’s been. But for Bucky, remembering is like living it all for the first time. Steve, determined to find him at any cost, learns just how far he’ll go to undo the mistakes he made — mistakes that cost Bucky everything. Together again, with the help of Clint and Sam, they go on the run to keep Bucky out of the hands of the many groups looking to capture him. Both Steve and Bucky have to learn to live with their pasts, and figure out their feelings for each other, to create a path toward the future. A story of Steve and Bucky finding themselves again, and finding each other at last.

Destroying the Planet to Save It

All the Avengers are meeting "The One". Steve and Bucky are straight best friends. Steve Rogers / Sharon Carter, Clint Barton / Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark / Pepper Potts, and Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Bruce Banner X Original Female Characters Story, travel, adventure, action, smut, fluff, angst, pining

There’s a new threat to the world, and The Avengers join the new S.H.I.E.L.D. to find and fight it. Lots going on. Steve Rogers has the weight of the world wearing him down. Sharon Carter tells him he can't just give all the time, he needs to let those who love him take care of him. Starting with her. Bucky Barnes meets a Secret Service agent who likes guns and knives as much as he does. But as interested as she is (and she IS), she's not going to risk her heart. Sam Wilson thought S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Anita Herrera didn't notice him. Oh, she noticed him all right. Bruce Banner and a fellow scientist fell in love, but he had to let her go to protect her from The Other Guy. Now he needs her help to figure out what's causing all these unnatural disasters. How will he let her go again when he's never come close to getting over her? Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff met when he was sent to kill her. Instead, they spent three days in bed in Talinn and neither of their lives have been the same since.

Here Goes

Short, angsty thing

Ever wonder what was going on in Steve Rogers's head at various times after Bucky Barnes fell off the train? This is the answer.

Ever wonder what Steve Rogers was thinking? Not as in, "What were you thinking, Steve?" Because who among us hasn't thought that. But as in, what was going on in Steve's head at various times after Bucky fell off the train? Did he ever think about Bucky after that? Turns out, yes. Yes, he did.

The Ocean Between Good Enough and Perfect

Bruce Banner / Thor Professional surfing AU, angst, pining, fluff

Ten years after the wipeout that ended Bruce "the Hulk" Banner's professional surfing career, he co-owns a restaurant and Surf Shack on the North Shore of Oahu. He spends his days with his business partner Clint Barton, restaurant manager M'Baku, and good friend Natasha Romanoff, and often gets to hang with his longtime best friends, fellow former surfers Tony Stark and Brock Rumlow. If that's not happiness, Bruce asks, what is? Then Thor Odinson comes to town for an elite surfing competition and suddenly Bruce learns the answer to that question. Now Bruce needs to find the courage to risk "good enough" to get more than he ever believed was possible.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #Stucky #The Avengers #MCU #Captain America Fan Fiction #Marvel #the adventures of captain and mr. america

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