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facelessxchurch · 5 months

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Came right here to complain about that figure because oh my god 200+ for something of THAT quality?

Well you came to the right place to complain bc I don't like it either. And I'm happy to see most other people don't like it bc that means I'm not just a nitpicky bitch.

Like, everything on the store is overpriced, but 250+ Euro for THAT? I'm starting to wonder if the entire merch store is just a money laundering scheme at this point.

For reference, the Unlocked figures from lol are about 80 Euro each and are WAY better quality. And the Unlocked figures are the budget versions. The more high-quality ones are way more expensive. The Skul figure is worth 50 at most. And that's only bc of the novelty of it.

The sculpt is decent at a distance but closer up it looks really dirty.

The paint job is dirty too and so basic. Like, just black and white, no gradient, not even accent colours.

Neither the sculpt nor the paint job is professional.

Even ignoring that, the pose is stiff and boring. Couldn't even add a scarf flowing in the wind. A gun or a flame like the OG figure had. And the OG one captured the OG books cover vibes perfectly and this one is... pretty generic. Honestly, eventho the OG one is cheaper in material quality, I actually like it more than the new one.

This is so the result of nepotism and that's the first thing I thought when Landy said his brother did the figure. At one glance I can tell he wasn't hired for skill. If you look at his Instagram and Artstation, you can tell he has potential, but he just switched from another profession to sculpting in 2022 and you can tell.

He probably went with his brother so he can financially support him/help him with his new career. But also bc it's easier and cheaper than doing it the proper way. Hire a concept artist, hire sculptor, hire a 3d printing company, hire painter and optionally hire someone for the box art. (A mini painter YouTuber did it this way and the result was AMAZING!)

Or just collab with a company that does figures like Youtooz. Everyone who is someone is doing a collab with them right now. First4Figures is like topnotch but can get REALLY pricey, especially with LED stuff. Or McFarlane Toys also got pretty good stuff. Their black light stuff would be so cool for China's tattoos.

So many good options and instead he chooses to use his brother and his brother's 3D printer. I have a 3D printer too, so I can tell the resin costs for each sculpture is very likely less than 5 Euro. The slicer tells you the material costs when exporting the print file. At least the Lychee Slicer does which is the one I use.

The expensive part is the colour. But they only used 4 different colours. And one of those colours is gonna be either black or white primer. Like, that's such a lazy paint job it looks like they only applied the base, no layering, no shade, no dry-brushing, no nothing.

TL;DR: the Skul figure is an overpriced scam, don't buy it. But we both know these figures will sell out eventho by what I've seen the fandom as a whole doesn't like it and thinks it's too expensive. Which it is.

#skulduggery pleasant #rant #art rant #sp merch #ngl I already bitched a lot about this on reddit so this is a copy and paste hack job

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gremoria411 · 8 months

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With all the things you've posted looking at the mobile suits of various series, I wondered if you had any specific tastes in mecha design. Are there particular details or design cues that you're especially fond of?

@wordsandrobots, I fully expect to follow this up at sone point (and likely run out of pictures/want to ramble even more), so I’m going to pull it out as a proper post:

That is an *excellent* question, actually, since I hadn’t considered my tastes in such a broad scale before (and well-timed too, since I’ve got a post talking about Gusion in the works). It’s why I typically like talking about design series, since I can compare and contrast within that scope.

I typically focus on Gundam, since I generally like it as a series and there’s a massive variety of designs to appreciate, with a broad range. I’m largely influenced by the Anime, model kits and occasionally videogames, though in a lot of cases I can like a character, and that can lead to a greater appreciation of their mobile suit.

Specific design notes…. I tend to notice them more in the context of an artist - I adore a lot of Ippei Gyoubu’s design touches, from the bright colours to the detailed hands to the panel lines and little touches that you’d never notice. Kazuhisa Kondo has the organic shape and uniquely rounded weaponry and it’s styled in such a way as to apprear blurry, almost ephemeral, like you’re glimpsing it through a haze of smoke and gunfire and dirt, while frantically turning to get away, get away from the conflict. And yet the designs are still recognisable, and in a lot of respects draw from contemporary sources.

I’m similarly fond of Makoto Kobayashi and Kuino Okawara, though I typically struggle to explain how (Makoto Kobayashi tends to have really good composition? I think. So they look simple and detailed all at once, and they’re part of a scene, so it’s what you choose to focus on? And Okawara just makes it look so…. Effortless)

Hajime Katoiki I do like as well, I just struggle to nail down why. I suppose it’s because of how clean his designs look.

Moving away from the preference of artists (and honestly, it’s only that some of their design hallmarks are very distinct), I often have a preference for specific “types” of mobile suit. I talked about this a little in regards to the Code: Fairy designs, but I often find myself drawn to specialist mobile suits over generalist ones. From a modelling perspective, I often like each one to be distinct in a lineup in some way (unless they’re similar models, then I just put them together so the differences show). Often this can just be a distinct weapon, but it’s just as often the form of the mobile suit (the Gusion’s a good example here, since it draws the eye due to its heavyset build, understated colour scheme and giant hammer) or even the colour (see: the Infinite Justice being bright pink). This tends to encompass a lot of close-quarters units (like the Pixy and the Efreets) simply because there’s a lot of ways to do that well. Another reason is that whereas generalist suits tend to show up in large roles throughout the series, specialist ones tend towards “monster-of-the-week”, typically being an obstacle to be defeated or just having one or two cool scenes (like the Efreet Schneid). So I find they stick in my head a lot better.

I can like a lot of designs from a series as well, but of course I tend to have a lot of different criteria as to what designs I like, depending on the suit’s billing and purpose (what makes a great grunt suit and what makes a great protagonist suit are quite different after all). I do very much like a lot of the UC Grunt suits (though I’ll probably touch on that in more detail at a later point), for example, but I only really like one from Anno Domini, the Tieran (since it looks so much like a walking tank as opposed to the spindly nature of the Flags and Enacts). That said, I don’t think that the Flags, Enacts and GN-X’s are bad designs, they’re just not really the sort of thing I like.

In fact, I reckon that’s why I’m particularly fond of Iron-Blooded Orphans’ Aesthetics, since a lot of the units from that series would be close-quarters specialists in any other series. But because melee is so common in Post Disaster, virtually everything carries a nice solid sharp stick. The only exceptions I can think of are Gusion Rebake (which is more of an all-rounder), Flauros (and even that has hatchets that leave cqc a viable option) and Dainsleif Grazes (which only have one arm, so….).

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alexanderossis · 1 year

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I think we all saw these photos (I found them here: https://at.tumblr.com/didiramiss/villain-era-loading-please-wait/9y2rtc76vfo4)

Anyway, have a Piarles fix it fic.

“Charles!”

Charles barely hears his name being called over the rushing in his ears. His heart is pounding so hard, he knows his hands are shaking and he crosses his arms, trying to hide it. He keeps walking, ignoring the commotion behind him.

“Charles!”

He stops in his tracks. That’s not the voice of a fan looking for a photo or a journalist asking for an interview. No, it’s the voice that he hears in his dreams, he would recognize it anywhere.

Charles turns and sees Pierre jogging after him, hair still mussed from under his helmet. Unlike Charles, he’s got his race suit hanging around his waist. Charles knows his suit is still on but he can barely feel it. He feels like he’s hovering, out of his body with anger and disappointment and-

“Charles.” Pierre is standing in front of him now, his blue eyes quiet and observing but cautious.

“Don’t start, Pierre.” Charles turns away from him, head spinning.

He’s never felt like this before. Normally, beneath the anger is a pool of sadness. Normally, he leaves the race and sobs in his room, alone or sometimes with Pierre. But there’s nothing there now, except red hot fury.

“Don’t start what?” Pierre looks slightly hurt.

Charles pulls at his own hair angrily, “Don’t tell me that I need to calm down.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Pierre holds up his hands in innocence.

“Then what do you want?” Charles snaps.

Pierre closes his eyes and takes a centering breath, “I was just going to offer that we go somewhere quiet, okay?”

And, around Pierre, away from the heat of the car and the pit lane, the anger is starting to fade and this time beneath it is exhaustion that he feels in every bone and muscle in his body. So he nods and doesn’t fight it when Pierre pulls him away from the grid and towards the Alpha Tauri garage.

Charles barely notices that they aren’t heading to Ferrari until his vision is filled with calming white and blue, rather than fiery red. He harbours a lot of resentment towards Red Bull for the shit they put Pierre through (something he knows still keeps Pierre up at night), he will hand it to the sister team for their colour scheme.

“This is not Ferrari,” Charles says, dumb with fatigue and ebbing anger.

“Correct,” Pierre quips, pulling Charles into his driver’s room and shutting the door.

Charles slumps down onto the couch, cradling his head in his hands.

“Let’s get you out of this suit,” Pierre hums, gently prying Charles’ hands from his face.

Pierre gets to work, undoing the strap at the top of Charles’ suit, and getting the zipper down. He wrestles a bit with Charles’ arms, freeing them from the suit as well, and lets it fall down to Charles’ waist.

“Better?” Pierre smoothes a hand through Charles’ hair.

“Mm, need to shower,” Charles mumbles.

There’s still a thrum of anger poking him beneath his skin but here, away from everything, with just Pierre, it’s a bit better.

“You can shower here,” Pierre shrugs, “Or you can go back there, I just thought-”

“Thank you,” Charles acknowledges, dropping a kiss onto Pierre’s waiting lips.

“Charles,” Pierre cups Charles’ jaw, thumb smoothing across Charles’ cheek, “I want you to know that it is okay to be mad.”

Charles shakes his head.

“No, it is,” Pierre insists, “You deserve to be angry, mon chou. Everything that they have done to you this season, it should make you angry.”

Charles opens his mouth to protest but Pierre carries on, “And do not tell me that this is your fault. Your job is to race, your job is not to choose tyres or to choose the strategy. All you are supposed to do is drive the car. And you are so good at driving that car.”

Charles tries to duck his head but Pierre won’t let him. He catches Charles’ chin and tips his head back up, blue eyes meeting sharp brown.

“The only way that this will change is if you stop letting them get away with it. Be angry. Show them that they cannot keep doing this to you. That you will make them change or you will walk away.”

Charles nods, overcome with emotion. Pierre has never backed down when it comes to Charles. His unwavering support and loyalty, it’s so so much.

“Oh, mon Bebe,” Pierre chuckles as Charles dissolves into tears.

”Don’t laugh at me,” Charles whines, burying his face into Pierre’s chest.

“I just want you to be happy,” Pierre murmurs.

“I am happy, with you.” Charles gives a soft smile, pressing kisses to both of Pierre’s cheeks.

“Okay, shower time. You smell.” Pierre pulls them both to his feet and shoves Charles in the direction of the washroom.

“You haven’t showered either, mate.” Charles squeals shoving him back.

Pierre catches him around the waist and pulls him into a sweet kiss and the last bit of anger seeps from Charles’ body, feeling safe and warm in the comfort of Pierre’s embrace.

mmm yeah i really don’t know what’s going on here. i don’t like it. but i hope you do!

#Piarles #Chierre #1610 #1016 #Charles Leclerc #Pierre Gasly #Charles Leclerc x Pierre Gasly #F1 fic #fuck ferrari

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fountainpenguin · 9 months

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"So sing your sad excuses... You've got the scars to prove it."

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Wait, this isn't an Origin of the Pixies update... We have a new Frayed Knots chapter today!

Chapter 34 - “Floodgates”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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While Anti-Cosmo and his mother are on Anti-Fairy migration season, they decide to hatch a little scheme... and pick the Head Pixie's brain while they're at it. They've got questions about Anti-Fairy World's inheritance laws, and who better to ask than the pointy-hatted freak in the spreadsheets himself?

... And if you like that joke, Anti-Wanda's got a few more up her sleeve. Check it out!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Floodgates

In which Anti-Cosmo and his mother network with the Head Pixie, Anti-Blade challenges Anti-Lance, and Anti-Cosmo tutors Anti-Wanda in the Winter of the Scattered Whispers

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Anti-Buster approved me to wear a new betrothal ring, seeing as I'd thrown mine off in the Eros Nest and none of us dared ask the Eros Triplets if I could have it back. We spoke of it in private. I kept my eyes downcast and told him what I wanted. He did not deny me that request, nor urge me to break ties with Mona.

For that, I was grateful. If she'd discovered our false betrothal all because Anti-Buster had put down his foot on the matter, well… I think I would have flown away from Cedarcross and never shown my face in Anti-Fairy World again. I might still be out there in the wild now, my entire body horribly overcome with gangrene, likely addicted to regeneration cycles and whimpering about all that I had lost. No, thank you… I'd cling on to my comforting lies. Without them, I might not be able to breathe.

Well, I met Anti-Buster, Fairy-Coleen, and the High Count all in the breakfast room in the very early hours of the day. Anti-Buster did all the fitting for me, though Coleen Prime floated nearby so she could offer the occasional thumbs up. The Fernfire family knows their gems… I'll say that much. I only wished I could choose one from the box she'd brought downstairs for Anti-Bryndin. My betrothal ring was mere foggilite. I wouldn't get the traditional black leather band with a gem until my wedding day. Though, I'd been wondering if I might be able to swap the leather out for a less animal-related material…

"A citrine," the High Count decided at last. He actually was the High Count right now, for Winni had shifted his attention somewhere else and had no interest in using his body at the crack of dawn. I turned away from the small mirror in Anti-Buster's hands to see Anti-Bryndin lifting a small jewel from Fairy-Coleen's display box. He weighed it in his palm. It was neatly cut, perfectly square. "Yes, this is good. An amethyst holds a pretty colour, but here is my true need. This best represents our friendship now."

"It suits him," Fairy-Coleen said, bowing low. She would have said that about any gem, I'm sure, but Anti-Bryndin looked satisfied nonetheless. He motioned for Anti-Buster to turn the mirror away from me and focus on him instead. Oh. As I watched, Anti-Bryndin took hold of his tongue and dragged it down. We Anti-Fairies are known for our long tongues, which we decorate with gemstones representing our closest friends and partners. I still carried both Anti-Lance's and Anti-Kanin's on the back of my tongue, although I'd considered removing the latter several times.

Anti-Bryndin looked as though he had a few gemstones in need of replacing. It's one of the downsides to acidic saliva, but of course… one of the perks of being noble is to enjoy gemstones any time of day you want them. A piece of jade on the High Count's tongue represented Anti-Elina. The ruby was for my mother. Although no one had confirmed the amethyst for me, I couldn't imagine anyone more fitting for it to represent than Shamaiin Vieldgarr, his childhood friend and the current Purple Robe.

There were two more gems for people I didn't recognise. So… did he plan to add the citrine to his tongue, then? That didn't seem quite right to me. It's traditional to select a favour together, with the favoured person identifying a stone they feel truly represents them and the recipient covering costs…

I didn't mean to stare, but Anti-Bryndin caught sight of me in the mirror and turned his ears my way. "Ah. Do you wonder about this citrine, Anti-Cosmo?"

My wings jumped. "Oh! Um…" I ducked my head, glancing off. "No, sir. I didn't mean to intrude on your personal space." I adjusted the Water-blue ring on my knuckle. But Anti-Bryndin didn't seem to notice I'd just tried to dip out of the conversation.

"Yes, it is a long time in coming, this favour jewel for my tongue…" Leaning his hip against the small food table beside us, Anti-Bryndin reached out and casually plucked up an apple. Its surface had grown dull, now freckled with brown, but he held it before his eyes as though it shone. He smiled. "These sounds in the energy field betray your curiosity. I do not mind this. It is for the Head Pixie that I choose a favour, but time zones have ruined him. We will discuss details tonight."

I coughed. More than a bit, actually; I spluttered. I only felt grateful that I hadn't been drinking from the wineglass one of the servants had brought me. But even without the shower of wine to accompany my shock, I forgot my composure. I forgot where I stood and whom I addressed. I whirled around.

"What? You don't mean he actually-? But- but… He's Seelie!" I couldn't believe the bizarre timing of it all, imagining this revelation back to back with my explanation to Blonda on why Seelie and Unseelie interactions rarely ever worked. I shook my head. "H-how did you manage to pierce your tongue if he doesn't even have…?"

Anti-Buster lay his hand on my shoulder. I fumbled my sentence to a close. Anti-Bryndin looked me over with pure amusement sparkling in his eyes. He nodded with a slight dip of his head. "The Head Pixie and I hold a relationship that is very close, and we choose to exchange the deepest of commitments."

"C-congratulations." My face must have been raspberry purple. I… I didn't understand. Certainly I knew that Anti-Bryndin and the Head Pixie must preen together, even deep preen, as Seelie political expectations would dictate the two leaders of two powerful races do, but for Anti-Bryndin to go as far as adorning the Head Pixie's chosen favour on his tongue…

I shivered. That was one step beyond political expectations. There must be deep affection between the two of them indeed, but I couldn't imagine how Anti-Bryndin had coaxed such commitment from the Head Pixie in such a short span of time. Um… Relatively speaking, anyway. I suppose they've had their friendship for nearly 10,000 years, so I may be exaggerating somewhat. But still, the Head Pixie agreeing to exchange favours…

… Had Anti-Bryndin actually informed the Head Pixie what that sort of bond implied? It might be incredibly rude of me to imply he didn't. But had he? My core twitched and fluttered in my head. Are you even allowed to exchange favours with another head of state? Surely that interferes with politics, and surely that must be seen as a conflict of interest somewhere along the way, wot?

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#Here comes the most specialest boy in the world!!#Head Pixie #Anti-Cosmo #Fairly OddParents #FOP #fanfic #Frayed Knots #ridwriting #The bat with the hat #The best bat queen #I'm wasp dad trash #FAIRIES!#apparently art #Bat cube and associates #Unminty mama #Flour king #fic announcement

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I'm sorry to bother you but I've been obsessed with hassius and I'm currently gnawing them like a wooden block and leaving teeth imprints on them. They have so much potential to explore??? How did they meet, when did they meet, did they study at the academy together? There's this whole implied story of Brassius falling ill and losing inspiration only for Hassel to be there for him and helping him get better? Then there's the thing of Hassel leaving his dragon tamer clan only for his family to pester him and LYING TO HIM ABOUT HIS DAD'S ILLNESS??? How does Brassius feel about it all? How did Hassel become a teacher and an elite four member??? How did Brassius become a gym leader? There's so much potential!!!

Plus like, call me delusional, but Hassel has to be blatantly gay coded, right? Leaving his strict and traditional family that forces him to likely marry a woman and have children to continue the bloodline, but he instead chooses to be a teacher and a sort of parental figure to people who aren't closely related to him (his students), he's very emotional and prone to being moved to tears (anither sort-of stereotypically gay trait), plus he pursues art (you know how many queer artists there are) that he shares with ANOTHER male artist who he supported through a serious illness and calls PET NAMES AND SHIT??? This had to be intentional, it had to be. Gamefreak probably won't make any named character canonically queer, but imo Hassel is one of the few that comes as close to being canonically gay as posssible.

Again, sorry to bother you with this but holy FUCK there's so much to talk about. People are sleeping on this ship and it's criminal.

You're definitely not bothering me, I have been so unhinged over them for months (the Hassius discord may be relevant to your interests)

I think the only reason people are sleeping on them is because the majority of their story/characterization is hidden in the optional tutorial area rip :((

I've put most of my reply under a Read More because I accidentally wrote nearly 800 words 😅

I assume that Hassel has been an Elite Four member longer than an art teacher at the academy because all the staff were replaced after Operation Star but I think it's a super logical transition for Hassel to go from inspiring Brassius' current art style, that he's proud of, to inspiring the artists as his job. Brassius already being a public figure with a clear single-type specialty seems like a natural fit for a gym leader whenever the League was formed or looking for members (depending on how old/recent it is)

Hassel is absolutely queer-coded. Going from the next of being the head of the family, and presumably the heteronormative expectations that come along with that, and leaving all that behind to pursue a creative field is so classically queer. Also moving to another country and meeting a man with whom he forms a very deep bond and settling down there 🤨🌈. I wonder whether Hassel got into visual art before or after he got to know Brassius...

And Brassius who tries to chase fame and fortune by doing what's expected of him and becoming depressed because, although he was always free to pursue his creative field, he wasn't being genuine to himself. Hassel inspiring him to be honest with himself and doing what his heart desires leads to a piece of art that renews his desire to continue with sculpting and... I think it's no coincidence that sunflora, the pokemon symbolic of smiles and sunshine, looks like Hassel... and he filled his town with 34 of them...

Also Brassius, a fruit, in love with the dragon man, is fully designed after a dragon fruit, down to the cactus-like hair (there is also a dragon fruit that has Hassel's vague colour scheme and I definitely didn't go insane when I found it). On a barely related note, the fact that the camera objectifies Brassius so hard by always zooming in on his pelvic zone in those tight leather pants and him having a knife and a whip... what were they doing there?? Fruit

I'm intrigued as to which part of the full Surrendering Sunflora story was new to Hassel during that class but after Brassius telling it and saying, "This kind of thing is hard to tell someone, especially when they are so close to you." and then excusing himself because he outright says that he's feeling embarrassed. And Hassel being moved to tears... Also it's interesting in the first place that Hassel asked about that one and not Brassius' most recent piece, Harvest (being advertised on the Levincia billboards)

YEAH THE APPLIN THING [referencing additional ask]. The fact that it's so out-of-place for an Elite Four dragon team when there are so many other options but the symbolism of it hOOO. And god, do I even have to mention the nicknames wow.

I have three different headcanons about how they long they've been a couple depending on what kind of narrative I'm going for (and pretty much all of these have a lot more to them): - Been together for ages prior to the plot of the game, possibly married (good and flexible, mostly for fun) - Got together not long before the plot (so it makes sense that Hassel wouldn't know as much depth about Brassius' proudest piece and that Brassius is embarrassed to talk about such personal things, besides the classroom setting) - And them getting together not long after Art 4, which I think is the most likely of the headcanons for the above reasons and it felt like they were teetering on the edge of making the transition from deep friendship to more-than-friendship.

Oh man I have some elaborate headcanons about Brassius' illness (the actual illness is of little interest to me) but as a story device, it is delightful to explore and the first two of the above headcanons are where I have the most fun depending on when I set things.

ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EPISODE TEN OF POKEMON HORIZONS Have you seen Brassius' two appletun sculptures? Have you seen inside the closet in the bedroom of the house? The green jackets in there that are clearly too large for Brassius? I'm so insane over it.

#don't mind me i am so normal #i think about them a regular amount #this is legit the tip of the iceburg... this barely steers beyond my most canon interpretations #i have so many headcanons and i lowkey have unpublished/unpolished/unfinished fanfiction #ephemeralartshipping #hassius #the discord link is valid for a month following July 8 (australia time)

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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 1 year

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BLEACH: The Thousand Year Blood War Ep 12 and 13 Reactions and Thoughts

Overall reaction:

HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPE! I know I keep screaming it, but honestly, how could you not feel hyped by the end?! They gave us so much in these last two episodes to get emotional over, whether it was Isshin and Masaki's love story or Ichigo getting his bread-cutting knife two swords. Also, didn't hurt to see my boy again, I honestly thought they were going to save that for the next cour.

Highlights:

The Masaki-Isshin love story: Kubo has said before he doesn't write romance...but this adaption elevates what he wrote, and it's basically the equivalent of the first 10 minutes of UP. How can you not feel anything while watching this sequence?! I absolutely LOVE that scene when Isshin describes her as the sun and he walks up the hill to her, just beautiful stuff! ;w; I'd go as far as to say this is the most beautiful scene in the adaption so far!

Ryuken: seeing all of Ryuken's scenes reminded me of what he lost. He lost Masaki, his wife, and now seemingly Uryu. I feel for the guy, even if he did do some pretty dubious things.

The Shinigami training: we got a nice adaption of the Toshiro going back to basics scene, where we finally got hear him say his monologue about losing his bankai; Romi killed it here but I expected nothing less form her. Also, it's a small thing, but I loved that they showed Toshiro actually training with his officers; in the manga he's surrounded by no one (and don't get me wrong, I still love how it's presented in the manga) and here it shows he's with them, training to becoming stronger alongside them. My only nit-pick would have to be the part where he asks the instructor to let him be part of the class, you can definitely notice the 3D Shinigami models in the background. They managed to blend most of the 3D seamlessly into the 2D, but here it was pretty obvious. However, the main focus of this bit was Toshiro and the instructor, so it's honestly not a big deal. I love how they animated Sui Feng here, they really showed her endurance and she just looked like a badass. Omeda's scene with his sister was cute but also, as a manga fa, really sad foreshadowing. Hisagi, Kensei, and Mashiro and Sajin's scenes went as per the manga, but as a reader, it's sad to think where this will end up for Sajin.

Ichigo choose his asauchi: was I the only what that got chills watching this? Just something about the asauchi bowing to Ichigo and accepting his hand, it was epic in it's own way. Of course, animation and the music helps to make the scene too! Maybe it's the whole thing about Zangetsu saying 'one of has to be king' in the past.

Ichigo gets his true zanpakuto: the exchange between Ichigo and 'zangetsu' always made me tear up, and here it's no exception. It's interesting they went with the new colour scheme for Ichigo's inner world (it might explain why the pink-grey-white-black branding colours came from?), but maybe it's just for this scene. If they chose to keep it, I wouldn't complain. The sequence underwater was just beautiful, I love the muted colour scheme, the bits of glass and debris floating all around them, and the bit where 'Zangetsu' vanishes was bittersweet. But then 'Number One' started playing, and my hype levels went through the roof as I realised where this was going. They honestly couldn't have adapted Ichigo pulling his swords from the flames any better, it was utterly brilliant!

The ending: Uryu's betrayal is the final note we go out on, and it was a good choice for an ending. Anime-onlys get left on a cliff hanger, people who've read the manga know this is going but are hyped to see it!

We've actually got quite a bit of cut content from this one too, particular for episode 12:

First and foremost is the scene where Rangiku discovers Isshin has gone was cut, and I for one was sad to see it gone. Yes it's just a small, comedic scene that doesn't add to the plot, but in the gradn scheme of the characters it adds a lot, especially considering that 1) as far as Rangiku and Toshiro are concerned, this is their captain's final words before he's reported as missing, 2) when you think back on other scenes in the manga, you start to think Isshin's sudden disappearance with leaving only a letter behind may have influence some of the character's actions (eg. Rangiku hadning Momo Aizen's 'final words' and saying she believed Momo should be the one to read and cherish them, Rangiku thinking on mementos after Gin's death). Also, who doesn't want to see more of past Toshiro and Rangiku?!

The fanservice-y exchange between Masaki and Isshin, where he chastises her for getting excited without wearing clothes. I'm personally glad this was cut, I was never a fan of it.

If I'm not mistaken, Isshin mentioning Ryuken was the one who decided Masaki would leave the Ishida estate after graduating was cut.

In a similar vein, Isshin not mentioning some info, like how Uryu's mother fell into a coma the same day Masaki died, and he doesn't outright state he deliberately didn't go to fight Grand Fsicher the day Masaki died because he thought she could protect herself and Ichigo.

And now it's over until July. All I have to say is: what an awesome and fantastic adaption!! I may do an overall reaction to this first part, giving my top ten scenes and just general musing, if it's something everyone would be interested in. I'll probably do these reactions again for cour 2 when July comes.

Until then, thank you so much to everyone who read these and left a like, or comment (whether it was in reblogs, tags, or comments)!!

The 'is is October yet?!' tag has officially been retired, and it's replace it now 'is it July yet?!'

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #toshiro hitsugaya #isshin kurosaki #masaki kurosaki #ryuken ishida #uryu ishida #is it july yet?!#bleach episode reactions

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deafknell · 11 months

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julius?

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi for sure. I've seen a lot of ace Juli headcanons which are pretty neat!

A ship I have with said character: I'm a diehard Anajuli shipper, but I do love emisubajuli and all its variants, and have a good soft spot for reinjuli. Ana and Julius just have so much mutual respect and adoration for each other it's so wonderful. Julius being seen as this suave knight by Subaru, meanwhile in one SS he mopes about being rejected by Anastasia because he tried to get Reinhard to be her knight instead because he views Rein as better than himself.

Plus Ana choosing to go undercover as "Ana" in an SS because she thought Julius going as "Juli" was cute of him. They're so sweet to each other I could go on for yeaaars about this ship.

A BROTP I have with said character: Felix and Julius need more good content of them being bros. They're both so in love with their candidates, but Julius is hopeless at expressing himself and Felix is the complete opposite. I like to imagine them hanging out a lot whenever Julius finishes his patrols or has some free time.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hmm, don't think I've seen any pairings I'd outright reject. I really dislike the amount of NTR content made with Juli "stealing" Subaru's love interests, but I have no issues at all with the ships the content refers to.

A random headcanon: Julius is really good at writing, while his brother's good at art. We see him carrying and writing in a "promise keeping notebook," and we know Julius reads a lot thanks to his reading glasses in very rare canon art, so I like to think he's good at creative writing with lots of stories of old heroes and adventures Joshua would read to him.

General Opinion over said character: Him and Joshua tied for number one boys in my heart. They're just so well written and the colour schemes are immaculate. Julius is such a softie (even wishing he got to know Balleroy better after killing him) and his dorky nature often gets underplayed in fanworks, but it really shines a lot in post arc 5 content. He's goofy and loves tousling his hair and teasing people, but he's well aware he's nowhere near Reinhard's level of skill despite wanting to come close to it.

One of my favourite lines in rezero comes from his side story Julius Juukulius' Promise Keeping Notebook - "Forgetting or being forgotten, which one is more miserable?"

Really speaks volumes to how much forgetting Joshua weighs on him, and how much everyone else forgetting him messes with who he is as a person.

#ask #julius juukulius #rezero #Thank you for asking!!!

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macamadamia · 6 months

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Crime & Punishment Chapter 2: Punishment

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46826485/chapters/121042468

Ship: Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature

Total Word Count: 3,587

AO3 Tags: Collars, Dom/sub, Total Power Exchange, 24/7 Dom/sub, Punishment, Discipline, Caning

Chapter 1 found here

“Boots off and get up.” Cas tugged the leash, tapping his foot impatiently.

Dean shifted position so he could untie his boots, carefully placing them on the mat beside the shoe rack. Another of Castiel’s rules – shoes belong on the shoerack, work boots belong on the floor.

Then he struggled to his feet. His bad knee was protesting at being on the ground for so long, and he tried to stretch it, clenching his teeth as the feeling returned to his legs and hoping he was doing a good enough job of hiding his discomfort.

Getting old sucked, and he really hoped Cas hadn’t noticed.

Of course, Cas noticed. Very little got past him, whether Dean wanted it to or not. He stepped forward, closer, in that way he had of completely invading his personal space. Dean resisted the urge to take a step back.

“Are you okay?” Cas’ hand cupped Dean’s cheek as he asked the question, raising his head so their eyes met. Dean couldn’t help but lean into the touch, turning his face to nuzzle the dry, lightly calloused hand. “Is it your knee?”

Dean considered lying, but it was a fleeting thought. When they’d started this, when Dean had first given everything he had and was to Cas all those years ago – decades, a rude voice in Dean’s reminded him – communication had been their biggest obstacle.

The irresistible force of Castiel “No Filter” Novak had met the immovable object of Dean “Emotions are for the Weak” Winchester, and they’d put a lot of work into breaking down those barriers.

So no, Dean wasn’t going to lie and say his knee was all right. But still he struggled to admit it out loud, instead nodding into Cas’ palm.

“Are you okay to continue?” Cas’ voice was earnest, and he turned Dean’s face gently back towards him. “You will be on your knees for the punishment I have planned. There is an alternative penance available if necessary. I won’t hold it against you if you decide to take that, instead. It won’t be a softer option, but it might be better for your knee.

“But regardless of whichever you choose, Dean Winchester, you will be punished for your infraction today.”

His voice was gentle, his eyes full of compassion. Dean had never loved him more than he did in that moment, and it just made him feel all the worse for disappointing him. “I’m good.” His voice broke on the last word, and he cleared his throat roughly. “I’ll tell you if I need to break.”

Cas searched his face for a moment. Seemingly satisfied with what he found, he nodded once and pulled the leash tight in his fist. “Follow.”

Dean followed.

The kitchen wasn’t the reason they’d bought this house. This particular kitchen shouldn’t be the reason why anyone would buy this house. Small, cramped, poorly planned, and with a colour scheme the Brady Bunch would die for, the kitchen was next on Dean’s list of things they had to fix.

When they had the time.

And the money.

No, it wasn’t the kitchen that had made Cas’ eyes light up when they first toured the property. It was the yard. Huge and wild overgrown, Cas had taken one look at the patch of land backing onto the woods that was that. Everything else was secondary.

He’d spent the months since they’d moved in taming the garden, enamoured with its established oak trees, swathes of wildflowers, and the pond with its own rundown jetty and boathouse.

The jetty and the boathouse were also on Dean’s list of things to fix.

As if he sensed Dean’s wandering mind, Cas gave a tight jerk on the leash. It was effective in bringing Dean back to the present, but almost toppled him off balance. The rough edges of the heavy collar dug in painfully, scraping against his skin.

“Ow, dude. What the fuck.”

“Dean.” Cas rounded on him, bundling the leash tightly in his fist and pulling Dean towards him. “Do we need to have another discussion about respect?”

“No, sir.”

Loosening the leash, Castiel produced a blindfold from his jacket pocket and handed it to Dean, who stared blankly back at him.

“Well? Do I have to do everything? Put it on.”

Dean scrambled to cover his eyes with the length of black silk, knotting it at the back of his head. By now, his heart was racing and his hands were shaking. He struggled with the knot for a few seconds, cringing inside when he heard his Dom’s blow out a frustrated breath.

With his vision gone, the outside world rapidly slid away from him it seemed like his entire existence was held in the hand that ran across his cheekbone and nose, the leash that dragged across his face, as Castiel checked the fit of the blindfold. He ran his hands around the back of Dean’s head, scraping his nails across his scalp and pulling on his hair. Hard enough for it to hurt.

When Castiel tsked in disappointment and adjusted the blindfold’s knot, Dean felt a flutter in his stomach, and he swallowed nervously. He instinctively sought his Dom’s approval, though at this stage all he could hope for was the promise of forgiveness.

“Next time, boy, do better.” His head was yanked backwards as Castiel took a fistful of hair in his hand and growled. “Hands behind your back.”

Dean obeyed, clasping his right wrist with his left hand.

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”

The leash tugged at his collar, and he stepped forward carefully. He knew they were passing through the kitchen door when felt the change from carpet to tile beneath his bare feet. He ran straight into something solid, then flinched back as he realised it was Castiel.

There was another heavy sigh, and more disappointed tutting. The rebellious part of Dean, the part that always landed him in a lot more trouble than it was worth, ached to ask how long Castiel had been practicing his chipmunk impersonations.

Thankfully, he managed to stay silent on the topic.

“Take your jeans off, Dean.”

Dean undid the fly of his jeans, pushing them to his feet and stepping out of them. He stumbled a little at this part, the blindfold disorienting him and throwing his balance off, but a steadying touch on his arm kept him from falling. He sent a grateful smile towards where he hoped his husband was standing and felt it keenly when the contact was broken.

“And the rest. Hand them to me when you’re done.”

They were yellow today. Silky smooth, with a fine lace mesh at the front. The panties follow his jeans, but he slowed down a little as he pulled them over his hips. He knew this was Cas’ favourite part, and he hoped to win some brownie points with a little bit of a show.

His socks quickly followed.

Again, there was a hand at his elbow as he bent down to pick them up.

He tried to say thank you, but Castiel shoved the panties into his open mouth. Untying the blindfold, he deftly retied it lower on Dean’s face, across his stuffed mouth, effectively gagging him.

Castiel unclipped the leash and laid it on the table, and Dean blinked owlishly in the sudden light, taking in the scene before him.

It was their grocery order, tipped out from the bags, scattered across the kitchen floor. Tinned food, boxes of pasta and cereal, cookies and fruit and vegetables, bottles of water and soda. Dean noticed, thankfully, that there weren’t any cold items.

Cas gripped Dean’s chin with his hand, forcing him to look at the chaos.

“When I got your message, when I realised you’d forgotten about dinner tonight, I called Michael to inform him dinner was cancelled. Then I came home early from work.”

Dean cringed. He knew how busy Cas was at work. How many hours he was putting in while they tried to keep their small family of two afloat. And he knew how much Cas hated dealing with his asshole brother.

“Luckily, I arrived home in time to salvage the items requiring refrigeration. You, Dean Winchester, will put the rest away.”

Dean knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as just that. He’d spent too many years living with Castiel and his devious mind to believe it would be easy as just putting away the groceries. Moisture gathered in his mouth, and he sucked at the panties. They were slightly tangy, and definitely not clean, after a full day at work.

“We have rules for a reason, Dean. And you agreed to abide by those rules when you agreed to your role in our relationship.” Cas was looking at him now, his eyes full of compassion. “I don’t like to punish you, Dean. I knew you didn’t deliberately set out to disappoint me. However, and I assure you of this, I am very disappointed.”

Dean’s eyes burned and he felt tears father as the shame that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Down.”

He knelt on the tiled floor, shoulders slumped and eyes down, his left hand clutching his right wrist behind his back. Stripped from the waist down, his bare ass resting on his ankles, he felt on display and vulnerable.

“Eyes closed.”

He didn’t even think of disobeying. He heard Castiel’s footsteps on the tile, passing him, heading back down the hallway, and he waited in silence and darkness while his mind churned. What was he fetching? What was he going to do?

“All fours, head down. Don’t move.”

He jumped at the voice and, eyes still tightly closed, hurried to obey. Ass in the air, head resting against his crossed arms. The position exposed his ass perfectly, and he drew a deep and shuddering breath. Whatever was going to happen, would happen. A belt, that heavy wooden paddle with the tiny holes, or the cane that made him feel like his skin was being flayed from his body. He drew a shuddering breath and braced for impact.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a gentle hand caressed his bare ass, reaching through his legs to play with his genitals. As unaroused as he was at the prospect of punishment, still he started to harden a little as Cas first rolled his balls in his hand, then ran a feather light touch across his dick.

If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d think he was being assessed.

Without warning, Castiel yanked his balls backwards through his legs. He let out a muffled yelp in shock and surged forward on instinct, crying out again when the vice-like grip didn’t let up. There was a hard slap to his asscheek, which Dean was certain left a handprint. Before he could make another noise he felt something cold and hard snap around his balls, trapping them behind his legs.

The snick of a lock closing reached his ears, and it seemed so much louder in the darkness than his ragged, uneven breathing. He felt the wooden crossbars of the humbler settle against the backs of his thighs, and shivered as Castiel laid a hand on his ass, gently rubbing away the sting from earlier.

He heard Castiel stand up. Felt him toeing at his balls, trapped behind his legs. Heard him step back.

A word – “stay” – was all the warning he had. He heard the cane moving through the air, felt it make contact with his ass, and half a second later his world exploded in pain. The shock was enough to send him mindlessly scrambling to his feet, eyes still tightly closed, before he was stopped by the jolt of the humbler pulling his balls tight behind him.

He screamed behind his makeshift gag.

A rough hand grabbed his hair and forced his head back down to the ground. He whimpered at Castiel’s voice in his ear, “I said stay.”

Four stripes from the cane across his ass followed in quick succession. He fought to draw a breath between each hit, struggled to stay as he was told, with his head on his arms. He was acutely aware of his position, the humbler nestled against his thighs as the cane sliced through the air inches above his exposed balls.

After the last stripe, he sagged forward, hissing as Castiel ran a hand over his burning ass. He’s not sure how long he knelt there, body quivering and eyes closed tight. He heard Castiel moving around him.

“Dean, you can open your eyes.”

He did. Blinking to adjust to the light, turning his head to follow the sound of Castiel’s voice, to see the man towering over him.

“Pick up the groceries and put them away.”

Time passed as Dean completed his task.

He couldn’t stand up straight without the humbler pulling painfully at his balls, so he crawled, gathering up the items and moving them into the cupboards that served as a pantry. For once he was thankful for their pokey kitchen, that he didn’t have to reach higher than his shoulder to put anything away.

Whenever he slowed, Cas would casually flick at him with the cane. Never hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make him jump, which caused the humbler to pull painfully on his balls. By the time he was finished, he was shaking, breathing heavily through the gag, muscles on fire.

Dean crawled back to Cas and knelt in front of him, feeling vulnerable and exposed and unsure what to do next.

Cas removed the gag, held a bottle of water up to his lips, and Dean drank greedily. With a hand on either side of his face, rubbing gently at the muscles in his jaw to relieve the pain from the gag, Castiel leant his forehead against Dean’s. His words were soft against his skin. “You’re forgiven.”

Then he clipped the leash to Dean’s collar and led him into their small living room. A couple of thrifted sofas, an old TV, and a coffee table rescued from garbage day a couple of streets over and carefully restored. And in the corner a crate, big enough for a large dog, stood with its door open.

Castiel led Dean to the crate, stopping for a moment to remove the humbler, and unclipped his leash again. Dean didn’t hesitate, crawling through the cage door, before flopping down on the pile of soft blankets with a sigh. Cas pet his hair, called him a good boy, and closed the cage door on him.

For the next few hours, Dean slept soundly in his nest of blankets while Cas tapped quietly away at his laptop, catching up on work.

Later, Dean had woken up and showered, they’d both eaten dinner, and gone to bed. They’d talked about their days, and Cas had removed the heavy punishment collar, replacing it with the soft brown one. He’d massaged Dean’s knee, and Dean had settled down next to him, tucked in against his body, breathing softly.

Dean was always quiet after a punishment, and Cas let him take what time he needed to come back to himself. When he had, he spoke into the darkness.

“Be home on time tomorrow, Dean. Michael and his family are coming for dinner.”

#supernatural #ao3 author #fanfic #destiel #macamadamia's fanfics

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hoochieblues · 1 year

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tagged by @aria-i-adagio, tysm! Tagging @highwayphantoms, @carabas, @1ichen and anyone else who'd like to play. No pressure :)

Do you play an instrument?

Not competently, especially since I fucked up my fretting hand. A little piano, some guitar. I'm terrible, but I have fun. Back in my 'I'm with the band' phase, I learned how to blow harp, which is a skill nobody really needs and is mostly about standing on pedals.

Favourite book characters?

Arrgh. I love many fictional darlings in many different media, in many permutations of be them/fuck them/eat them/fix them, so I'll pull out the most recent rather than choose. The Exorcist's Damien Karras (novel), the man so emo he's actually embarrassed to be alive, but who still finds optimism on the bleeding edge of duty (or does he?). Honorable mentions to Esme Weatherwax and Lady Sybil Ramkin, bc Discworld novels were a bright spot for me for years.

What’s your star sign?

Aries, but with an Aquarius moon (VIII) and Virgo ascendant (V). I used to make enough beer money off doing natal charts, palmistry, and tarot that I can explain what this means and why it both is and is not important.

Favourite colour schemes?

I am maximalist trash. Bring me your jewel tones, pair them with wind-bleached wood and copper flower pots and patchwork blankets. One day I'll live somewhere I can paint the walls and everyone will be sorry.

Naps or long sleep?

Long sleeps. I don't sleep well and I have chronic fatigue/pain/bullshit so I'm always tired. "Naps" are usually what happen when I black out and wake up with a panic attack bc I don't know wtf is going on, where I am, or potentially what species I am. One day I will try an intentional one.

What languages do you speak?

English. I read more than I speak in French, German, Italian, and Spanish, but I wouldn't trust myself conversationally unless the conversation is reaaallly simple. I once nearly got arrested in Germany in part due to this fact.

Dreams/aspirations?

I mean, not to get heavy, but... I just spent the past 4-5 years putting myself back together (the biggest WIP) after extensive trauma processing, and I would like the happy now, please. I dream of being able to live in the space I need with the ability to have loved people around me. I want bad movie nights and kitchen table pizza and reciprocal friendships and other things I've found hard to achieve (in part because the horrors. You know. They're endless.). People whose weirdness complements my own, and vice versa. I'd like to be better about not isolating myself, bc I'm humbled when I'm reminded people actually do like having me around. (Buuh???) I'd like to get off TERF Island and go somewhere that feels like home, but I'm sick enough that free healthcare (and being broke) restrains me.

I aspire to get off my ass and properly rebuild my life/career, including my writing. To share stories that people love, that I'm proud of and that were written without constraint, financial necessities, or house style guides. I'd like to make a difference in my community (to have a community to make a difference in) and enough land access that I could take on more of the "difficult" foster dogs I have to turn down bc space.

Long hair or Short Hair?

I wore it short when I was a kid (mostly bc it's very thick and curly and no one in my family knew shit about curly hair) but it's been mid-length for a long time now, mostly to provide a canvas for the colours I like putting in it. I think I'm going hot pink and orange next.

Tea or coffee?

I drink both and I have what is essentially Ely's big gay tea shelf from Go Fish (1994), plus I love my matcha, but lbr I mainline coffee by the quart (chronic fatigue again). I've never been rich enough to be too gourmet about much, but I love my single estate fair trade nonsense. I'm considering becoming fully insufferable and grinding my own beans. And yet, there's still a lot to be said for 4am greasy spoon coffee, so I guess I can appreciate variety?

Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

Oooh. Tough. I had a Goncharov joke ready to go here, but I'll be good. Because I love Ray Bradbury and I also re-read Tom Reamy and Katherine Dunn recently (Blind Voices/San Diego Lightfoot Sue and Geek Love, respectively), I'm going to say I want to go into whatever weird shared universe spec fic authors were all creating in the 70s/80s, where magic realism was a thing and carny culture was repeatedly being used as a stand-in for non-exclusionary diversity.

The Howl's Moving Castle Principle probably applies here, too: take me somewhere I can consort with demons to get a well-cooked breakfast, flee from my problems, and somehow own my own home while refusing to do anything more constructive than be a sulking pile of slime. Seems reasonable.

#tag game #about me

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winters-hysteria · 2 years

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Hi hi! So I’m interested, a stranger things ship, I’m gay and ftm (he/him) I have short dirty blond hair blue eyes and snakebites. I like sketching, drawing, animating and reading. I love pastels and soft colors and I’d like to think of myself as more of a “babycore” person. But I also do love horror/gore! I’m a pretty reserved and quite person and i find it hard to trust people, I’m also a huge animal lover (specifically possums and bats) and tend to keep to myself, kinda fading into the crowd

hi hi babes! i think you and will would go great together.

NOT BECAUSE HE IS GAY, but omg would you two fuckers go together <3

i feel like you two would give each other drawing/painting tips like all the time, and you'd help him discover his style and come out to his family (you do it via cake left on the table. poor baby has such bad anxiety he gets the rainbow cake, gets them to write "i like boys :) " and then has to leave it on the table and go upstairs to cuddle with you because he's panicking so bad. (spoiler alert : Joyce already knew. jonathan wasn't as shocked, and el was literally so elated he finally came out. mike, however, kinda lost contact with him after he came out. and then el broke up with him bc he was talking shit about will to some of his assholish new buddies and she started dating max. DOUBLE DATES))

i also think he enjoys the babycore thing. he thinks it's pretty cool, and chooses instead to explore a "softcore" aesthetic before settling on a more pastel colour scheme. y'all pick out outfits together all the fucking time omg

also one day you just get sick of his bowl cut and when it grows out you take matters into your own hands and you cut it yourself. you two eventually have to pool some cash to go to a hairdresser because you slipped up with the scissors, but when he comes back out he looks so much better than that godforsaken bowl cut

you guys get weed from jonathan and argyle as will gets bolder and more crazy, you are the one to introduce him to his teenage dirtbag years. Joyce honestly doesn’t mind it because he’s getting out and making new friends, but you two are a bit reckless.

he likes horror movies, but only when you're there to hide his face in.

he also tends to do the crowd fading thing as to not be called out as a fag :D and so you two can blend pretty easy.

he enjoys your animal obsession and you have a lot of stuffed animals and a cool bat ring that he got you on your birthday

in total omg u two are so fucking cute

#anon asks #anon answered #7-up tag #7 up tag #will byers #:D

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conkerfrog · 2 years

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Gonna do a lil' mini review for some of the bots I got recently, so here goes...

First off, Velocitron Scourge. Very, very, very nice figure, I love his colours, his lightpiping is absolutely BEAUTIFUL, and hes an overall solid figure!

My only niggle is his gas tanks, which flip out from his thighs. After siege optimus' leg transformation, earthrise, kingdom, and legacies primes have fallen short in my opinion.

Trailer is decent, not much interest in that, but his sword and axe are cool.

8/10

Next up, we got Legacy Tarantulas. A cool, creepy dude, who looks absolutely epic. I love his colours, and his transformation is chef's kiss.

It might just be me, but i also feel like his head is just sliiiiiightly too big, in comparison with the other beast deluxes.

Love his grapple gun, and his pizza slicer, which is a nice reference to his transmetal form

9/10

Number three, SS86 Sludge. Hes a big boi. A very big boi. Quite possibly the biggest boi. And hes amazing! Transformation is brilliant, pretty much nowhere near what i initially expected, with so many clever little bits, hes just a joy to have, and he looks very good next to my grimlock (still need Sla... Slug. Heh. )

Hes got a big blaster that looks pretty good, but i have no idea what his gun is supposed to look like, so i dont know how accurate it is.

9/10

Velocitron Override/Nitro Convoy next. Shes ace. Ive watched the unicron trilogy once when i was younger and dont remember much, only that everyone says its terrible, which im choosing to ignore. However, i absolutely love the designs, and override is a shining example of how good they are. I love her epic shins, her head aculpt is noice, and i love the new design of her gun, and that it can hold one of the old cyber planet keys!

I do worry about her translucent red chest and the hinge its on, but theres been no signs of stress yet.

10/10

Heres the problem child though... Buzzworthy Terrorsaur... Honestly, I ordered him on a whim, and then immediately regretted it, and found out that you can't cancel an order on pulse unless you contact customer service, who got back to me after it had been dispatched and couldnt do anything. I decided to keep him, because the golden disk one costs more than I'm worth. Objectively, a very cool toy. Brilliant colours, nice mould, all that. The problem is that he's not MY terrorsaur, if you get what I mean. I never had the original toy, my only experience with him is the show, who had a completely different colour scheme. However, hes growing on me.

Also, his ankle vall joints are quite loose.

6/10

Most recent acquisition, today actually, is Legacy Blitzwing. Very mixed bag honestly, i love his bot mode, it looks brilliant, but the other two are slightly lacking.

Out of his alt modes, the tank is easily better. Thick, chonky, and bigg. Very nice. Only complaint is the cockpit on the front, which i feel couldve been covered up with some panels flipping in off the shoulders.

But the jet... Ehhhhhh... It wouldve been so much better with ough the sides of the tank just hanging off the underside. But as usual, one of the modes of a triple changer has to take the fall, and the jet mode was it. At least it wasnt the whole figure, like the t30 version!

Guns are cool, so is the sword, and i couldnt care less about the big hands. They went into the parts draw immediately.

7/10

I saved the best til last, Velocitron Cosmos. I love him. So much. Hes my chonky lil man. I love the colours proportions, headsculpt, even his lil flag and gun are brilliant. Hes definitely worth the arm and leg i paid for him, and i would do it again. Was it a bit much? Yes. Am i happy with my purchase? Hell to the yes.

His UFO/landmine/doorbell/boob mode is brilliant too, the gaps bother me nowhere near as much as i thought they would, and i love how the head flips into his chest, rather than messing about trying to pull the head from a tiny hole.

10000000000/10

Well, those are some of the bots I've bought recently, I'll probably post a full shelves pic soon, but theyre all messy at the moment, because when i mess with them, i dont always put them back in their pose.

Should be getting elita 1 next week, and I have all of wave 3 preordered (bar bombburst/blood) and flamewar too, so I'll post shots of them when they arrive.

Conkerfrog, out.

#transformers #review #beast wars #tf g1 #unicron trilogy

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soft-serve-soymilk · 2 years

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For Inigo

24 - how long does it take for them to call someone their best friend?

And from the soft oc asks: 12 - What's a childhood memory they cherish most?

Here, the first in the new line of ocs asks only you read :> Starting with best boy, of course~

I made him in picrew ^^

So before i answer ur littol questions I think it's best to reestablish the context here,, since you don't really have a means of reading it hehe. Inigo is my witty, aroace, 13-year-old archer and the no. 1 consumer of coffee out of everyone :). Inigo got lost on the streets as a wee kindergartner due to a paper orphan-- or child trafficking-- scheme, which was so incredibly disorganized eventually he just ended up displaced and fallen through the cracks. Fortunately for him though, he meets Archie (who has run away from home in order to find his missing younger brother, Dism) :>. It is from here that he learns how to speak, and write, and he's given his name,, which was initially going to be Indigo (bc of the colour of his blood, he thought that's why Archie kept him around intially, because it's unusual like Dism's. Basically, he thought he was a surrogate) but since he couldn't pronounce it correctly it came out as Inigo. Anyway these two form an almost brother-like bond over the time they were together. However, because of their unfortunate situation these two end up almost starving to death eventually, and inigo gets coerced into throwing Archie's journal into the river to be washed away forever in order to secure a last-ditch supply of food. It's from here that he realises just how fallible Archie's mental health is-- how he gazes a little too long at highways, the lack of vivacity in his voice, how poor his self-esteem is -- and it troubles him. But alas, they had to be separated; Archie was to follow on the lead he gained, Inigo to go to Archie's hometown to some friends of Archie's dad Nate, who were an infertile couple who wanted a child. And so they went, silent goodbyes.

Bc Archie got himself stranded in the dream world Oskopnir against his will soon after, he was unable to give any indication of his still-existence to Inigo (he was told no-one knew where the dawn stone, or the portal between oskopnir and byrgir was, and it's impossible to travel things if you're not a lucid dreamer in the first place). And inigo, after years and years of no letters, no indication of anything at all, having learned of what depression and suicidal ideation actually is, now thinks he killed him~ :>. Why? Bc that same journal contained many many photos of Dism, which obv would've have made his search for him *a lot* easier. But at the same time, the actually more logical part of his brain reasons the opposite, which brings us to the present day.

Inigo has now put up an icy front against anyone he meets, now deliberating on the hedgehog's dilemma and choosing the answer that it's better to stay away to avoid hurting himself and other people (guess who's now traumatised haha). He still really is a marshmellow of sweetness and affection underneath though. He works very hard, almost unhealthily so, and is very, very intelligent-- he's advanced two grades to be where Dism and Cynthia are. He’s now very snarky and smug, and because of his trauma-induced guilt, self-destructive, self-loathing even. Not to mention impulsive. But for those that can see past the exterior of emotional dishonesty and borderline manipulation, there’s a caring, thoughtful, and most importantly devoutly loyal boy underneath :) OH and before I forget, he’s one of the lucid dreamers (the half-race people with a chance of being made when someone from oskopnir and someone from byrgir well... do it together. I mean kinks do exist and maybe you really do want to fuck a mushroom-person idk you do you) Indigo-coloured, he controls the aspect of intuition and has a range of extrasensory perceptive powers such as clairvoyance and predicting the immediate future :)

And now for your questions :>

24 - how long does it take for them to call someone their best friend? To put it frankly, a very long time xD. But in a more serious light, there’s really one ingredient crucial to achieving this coveted status: vulnerability. The rest follows. If you were to position yourself in such a way that he’d be forced to break and speak from the heart, with unwavering emotion and feeling, welp he can’t exactly cover that up can he? And now you have greater access to the fuller depth of his personality, and if you were as understanding and non-confrontational as Cynthia or Dism were, well you’re on a good track :D. If one does get this far, generally what was the slowest of burns becomes the greatest of flames; he’s fast besties with anyone at this point, and really treasures the trust people give him and gives great pains not to go back on it ever again :> It’s also this methodology that allows for his and Dism’s eventual QPR-- because Dism got to see him at his worst, just 1-on-1, it’s that relationship that eventually becomes one of his greatest ^^. Really, they defy all labels, and the only way I could put it is, it’s like two wounded people caught in the crossfire of a terrible disaster, broken and bleeding. But they bandage each other, and comfort one other even if it hurts god damn it, and they’re going to stay together until they’re both as happy and free as they can be, whereupon they’re so used to crying on each others shoulders, so used to the pleasure of each other’s company, that they just. What do you call this. It’s love, but so free of the taint of sexuality, or heated romance. Pure; endlessly giving. they build each other up and make each other better, and when they can’t build no more they send each other flying. Joyful flying, like something out of a ghibli film. I really hope that explains things for you :> can you tell i’ve spent an excessive amount of time daydreaming about these two

soft oc asks: 12 - What's a childhood memory they cherish most? I feel the need to say he’s literally 13, he’s only just out of “childhood” xD. And tbh, he still is smol baby to me anyway as the 3rd youngest oc xD. Since the thought of Archie dying is so severely traumatic, it’s clear that he treasured practically all the time they had together, as short as it was. Being on the rooftops together at midnight, looking at the still illuminated streets below, being passed down his hat (I realise why his previous designs felt so off to me. he was missing a hat. And this is actually why i have Naoto as my current pfp, it’s to subconsciously evoke him :>), that’s probably one of the things he holds most dear to his heart. But also all the stories they shared together, huddling and sleeping together to keep warm,, he has such a fondness for those memories it’s painful to look back on them now. He gets over it, though :> Also, he’d hate to admit it, but that time he defended cynthia from some nasty people by brandishing his pocket knife and getting himself suspended for a week. It’s the kind of fondness you get when you look at something stupid you did in the past. And again, it’s the vulnerability factor here-- he showed he cared about her and that’s how they became besties even though they’re complete and utter opposites :) (except for the fact they’re now outcasts. They had that in common at least) He cherishes a lot of things, it’s why his last name was initially saudade before his character development prompts him to change it to valere-vervain :> (plant theme!!). And yes, that means his full name is allllllll of his own design. He does not get it let go without a little friendly teasing from his friends xD

And that’s it for the first!!!!!! Hope you treasure and enjoyed it, i do recommend you copy and save this to your computer in case of another accident ahshdhdg

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