#i like how this artists playing around w shadows ^_^
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another pretty panel 🫶🫶
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Shadow’s hands
theme: nsfw w/ doppelgänger Francis
Tw: yandere? Overstim, praise, dirty talk, oral (fem) kidnapping?? Blood(bitting and claws) spanking, public sex?
Summery: you accidentally let in Francis’s doppelgänger, but he didn’t seem interested in shedding blood..
a/n I wasn’t expecting so many ppl to vote for yes, I hope you enjoy this fic<33 I hope I did justice for ya’ll
Tag list: @mlkyshxrtcke for my angel<33
Artist: mekkerburner on x
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Your job was fairly easy, call D.D.D if a doppelgänger was trying to get in. Most of the time they didn’t exactly try to fool you, easily noticeable details about them.
Flaws like their eyes different or even the information being so messed that it’s just embarrassing. But once in a while they’ll give you a challenge, small details that could fool you if you weren’t fully focused.
You had a good reputation for your neighbors, some were more friendly— happy to chat with you. While others just wanted to go home, ignoring your presence unless necessary.
You couldn’t blame them, but I’d be nice to thank you for risking your life everyday for them! You may have a little crush on Francis, although he only consisted of being tired and delivering milk.
But he was actually super sweet! He greeted you, tried to engage in a conversation with you, flashed you a little smile, and even left little poems!
“Leaves of an oak sway side to side, flowers bloom to impress wanders, birds hum their lovely tune. I feel like a flower blooming in my heart, I wonder why…” you’d read over the poem over and over, still your unable to figure out what the message is.
It seemed like he knew that you had a crush on him, that’s why a doppelgänger could easily get in if they played their cards right. Francis came in, as usual holding a milk carton.
He seemed a little off today, too flirty and too knowing. His gorgeous eyes stared into yours, drinking in every single reaction you gave.
Though his eyes were black they were gorgeous, shiny in the dime light. You tidied up loose papers, boredom clouded your mind— that was until a familiar face showed up.
Francis! Your heart beated faster, one glance of him is able to make you weak. He did sweet gestures like you leave a container of milk along with a sweet poem, though it wasn’t good or still made you blush.
He flashed a smile, it seemed different though. You didn’t think too much of it and allowed him entrance, easily fooled by love.
Reading the report you noticed that it marked one Doppelgänger got in, strangely nobody was killed” odd. The lights started to flicker, the room was getting dimmer. You could barely see in the dark room, squinting.
It was a struggle to get your stuff, suddenly clawed hands covered your mouth tightly. You freeze in terror, shivers go down your spine, your eyes darting around the room to find anything to help you out of this situation.
The claws were below freezing, goosebumps start to prickle on your skin. You could feel their breath in your neck, puffs of heat hitting your neck.
“Mm, I should thank you for letting me in, love” a distorted voice whispers in your ear, it sounded like Francis.
Now that you think of it, Francis wasn’t on the list today. Francis seemed odd, he was more teasing and was flirty.
He sent you tiny smirks every time you looked up at him, it was like he was trying to make you flustered. Every wink made your head shut down, you didn’t think so much of it.
How could you be such an oblivious fool? One simple mistake could lead to another massacre, many lives were in your hands yet, a doppelgänger is behind you at the moment.
The doppelgänger licks a wet stripe on your neck, groaning at the sweet taste. You whine, a thin sheet of saliva coating your neck.
His tongue wasn’t normal, nor by human standards at least. A forked tongue, long, the saliva was thick. a weird slimy texture to it” it made your neck tingle, desperate for more is his touch.
His other clawed hand reaches under your shirt, squeezing at your soft mounds. The softness pouring out from his hand, his cold hands made more goosebumps appeared— nipple hardening at the change of temperature.
“He couldn’t treat you like I could, I am the better mate for you. I’m a Francis you deserve and will get” he growls, jealousy dripping from his tone.
So he does know of your crush on the quiet milkman, how ironic. His hands squish at your plush hips. You surprised yourself, you wanted more of his rough hand but soft touch.
He slowly removes his hand from your mouth, testing if you would scream for help. He chuckles when you whine for more of his touch, he’ll happily accept that sweet invitation.
“Mmh, so beautiful my little dove” makes me want to devour you. Will you let me devour you, hm?” He mumbles, his eyes glowing in the dim room.
Now that you're closer to him, you do notice something on his white shirt¦ a blood splotch. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, licking at your lips.
You allow him, relaxing into your chair as his tongue swirls around yours. His hand flicks at your nipples, you moan into the kiss. A thin string of saliva connects you both as he pulls away, you huff” your lips swollen from his restless attack on them.
He buries his head in your neck, sharp teeth digging into your neck. You gasp, tensing up at the
feeling of his teeth sinking down.
His tongue swirls around the puncture, his salvia numbing the area. The pain felt like it was washed away, something in salvia was able to do this.
He rips your uniform off, shreds of fabric fall onto your lap and on the ground. He grins at the sigh of your perky breast, begging for more of his attention.
His hand fondles at your breast, while he occupies himself by swirling at your nipple. You moan in pleasure before shrieking,did he just bite your breast?
“H-hey!” You whine, pouting.
He chuckles darkly, coating the bite mark with his salvia as a numbing feeling washes over you again. There was a large bite mark around your nipples, and it doesn’t look like it was going away so soon.
He continues to nap down your body, spreading your thighs over his broad shoulders—his claws poking at the soft flesh of your thighs. He shreds the rest of your clothes, drool seeping from his lips—seems like he’s been eager for this.
You wouldn’t lie that you were a tad nervous, after all your about to get fucked by a doppelgänger—they never said anything about this, so maybe your good? Yeah, no, you're probably going to get fired for this if they figure this out.
He laps at your cunt, he really did mean that he was going to devour you. He groans as the sweet taste of your juices melts on his tongue, his tongue swirling around your clit.
He takes the bundle of nerves in his mouth, sucking on it before letting it go— a wet pop sound fills the room. He eagerly swirls his tongue around your tightening hole, drinking in the juices that oozes from it. You gasp, his tongue pushing through the restraints of your body—poking at sensitive parts.
His grip tightens on your thighs, keeping you there for his mercy. His tongue grazes at your sweet spot, rubbing at the area. Your moans and whines fill the room, your fingers going through his hair—taking off his hat and putting it on your head.
He chuckles, pulling his tongue from your heat,watching you flinch.
“You can have it, it’s all yours. Just like how you're mine, my dear” he says, two of his fingers sink deep into your core.
Your mouth goes wide, feeling his fingers stretch you open. He gently thrust inside, his tongue working on stimulating your clit.
You try to squirm away in pleasure, gasping when he buys at your thigh—a silent warning of what was to happen if you didn’t sit still. He went back to rolling his tongue around your clit, his fingers thrusting fast inside your body.
Just as you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out and backs away from your engorged clit. You groan, glaring at him.
Frustration filled you, shakily you reached down to your clit, a poor attempt to make you cum. He stops you from reaching your slit, picking you up from the chair— tossing you over his shoulder.
A harsh slap was placed on your ass, stinging pain. You flinch, glaring at the back of his head.
“Mmh, I’m not done with you yet, don’t even think about trying to escape me, love” he chuckles, dragging you deeper into the dark where nobody could see the lewd actions you would indulge yourself in.
He suddenly changes positions, having both of your legs placed into hand—your slit spread wide open. You wrap your arms around his neck, instantly clinging onto him.
“Go on, take of my pants, little one” he says, smirking devilishly as you watch you slowly fiddle with his pants.
His cock throbs in its restraints, precum staining his boxers. You pull down the last of his clothing, his cock springs up—smacking against your clit.
You moan quickly, getting his cock slick with your juices.
“Just like that love, go ahead. Don’t keep me waiting, didn’t you say you want some of my milk?” He asks, his eyes watching your movement quietly
You sigh, taking a deep breath as you guide his cock to your oozing hole. You groan, his length sinking inside your both.
The way it drags across your walls is delicious, along with his groan— more heat pools at your core hearing it. More of his length sinks into your body, your brows furrowed in concentration.
You bite your lower lips, trying not to be too loud. You muffle a moan when he snaps his hips up, the rest of his cock fills you up.
You both groan, feeling how good it was to be connected with each other—you felt filled to the brim.
“God, your so right and warm around me.. fuck! I’m going to fill you up with my milk, fill you to the brim” he groans, gently thrusting in and out—slowing you to adjust to the pace.
His cock massages your walls, his tip bumping gently on your cervix. You moan out, attempting to swirl from his grip.
“You're not going anywhere” he scoffs, picking up the pace.
Your moans fill the room, the sounds of his balls slapping on your ass, and his occasional grunts and groans. Your juices drip onto the ground with every thrust, the sound of squelching reaches your ears—making you blush in embarrassment.
Francis kisses your lips, his hips moving faster. Your juices stain his cock, dripping down to his balls. His tongue dominates you, your head is too foggy to even put up an effort—allowing him to take what he wants.
His cocks jabs as your sweet spot, making you tense up. You pull from his lips, your moans getting louder. You go stiff, drooling, cumming around his cock, a ring cream forms around the base of his cock.
“Mmh, look at you making such a mess all over by cock~ Such a naughty girl” he chuckles, kissing at your neck.
The feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft makes his cock twitch, desperately wanting to fill you up. He wanted to give you everything he has, his cock twitches again.
“Fuck.. your getting tighter, where do you want me love?” He asks, licking stray tears on your cheek.
“Inside, please cum inside me!” You whine, maybe it was overstimulation making you say stuff like that.
“Anything you want, love. I’m going to fill you to the brim” he grunts, his hips stil.
Ropes of hot cum spurts inside you, thick cum filling you up. You huff, wrapping your arms around his neck as more cum spurts inside your core.
He moans, sighing in pleasure as gently removes his cock from your core. His cum slowly drips from your hole, dripping onto the ground.
“Tsk, you let some drip out, let’s keep going. Let’s keep fucking until we give him..” he says, his cock slowly hardens again— rising up, pressing against your clit.
You gasp, looking down to where your lower half were.
“I’m not done with you, let’s keep going.. you can take more, right?” He asks, you nod your head eagerly.
Your mind was only filled with thoughts of him, you guide his cock back inside your cunt. Sobbing in pleasure as it glides through your hole, pressing against your g-spot.
You sob in pleasure, he instantly starts roughly fucking your body. Salty tears drip down your cheek. You whine, cumming around his cock again— your leg shakes. A couple of more thrust, more of his cum fills you up—leaving no spaces left in your womb.
“Mmh, get pregnant, full of my babies. You did so good~” he says, kissing at your swollen lip.
He holds you princess style, kissing your cheek again.
“Your mine little dove, we’ll continue our little encounter later” he says, his steps fading as the sounds of rushed footsteps are heard.
Burst of D.D.D members glance around the room looking for the missing worker, no traces of them left.
#francis mosses x reader#francis mosses x you#Francis mosses smut#francis smut#Smut#fem reader#save a cow milk the milkman#milkman smut#milkman x reader#X reader#that’s not my neighbor#tnmn#tnmn milkman
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December Creator of the Month:
Oh-So-Youre-a-Nerd
Each month, CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers or artists, and this month’s creator of the month is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd . We're very excited because Ascindio is our very first artist to be highlighted! We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.
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Ascindio
More below...
1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?
I started playing in 2016, I can't remember if I read Endless Summer or Rules of Engagement first, but I ended up deleting the app after like 2 weeks cause I couldn't stop buying diamonds 😅🤦
I re-downloaded it about, ohh idk 2 years ago?
2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?
I joined the Fandom specifically on Tumblr and specifically for It Lives Within, which happened to come out right after I read the first two books
3- How did you pick your blog name?
I always try to seem cool and mysterious when I meet people irl, and then as soon as I open my mouth, I ruin it with some niche trivia or something, and they say, “Oh, so you're a nerd.” 😂 Can't tell you how many times this exact phrase has been uttered to me.
4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!
This is the first Choices related post I made 😂 I was just thinking about the concept of what if characters make terrible decisions cause they're controlled by a player who is out of diamonds lol I was going to do a whole series of them (next was going to be lotr “fly on eagles to mordor?” *30 diamonds* or “simply walk”) but got lazy lol
5- Do you write fanfiction, create fan art, or are you one of those really gifted people who do both?
Only art. God, I WISH I wrote too. I've thought about trying cause I have so many ideas floating around in my head, but at the end of the day, I'd rather spend my free time drawing.
6- How long have you been creating for Choices and for any other fandoms?
For Choices, since early 2022
For other fandoms, since well, forever, but I only started posting around 2017/18
7- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to create for?
Favorite Choices book is probably It Lives in the Woods. All of the characters were so interesting, I never got bored reading it, and it had an incredible twist that made sense but I still didn't see coming.
Favorite to create for is probably Blades of Light and Shadow though because I am such a sucker for the fantasy aesthetic.
8- Share your first Choices fanfic or fan art that you posted with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were creating it today?.
This isn't the first Choices art I made, but it IS the first I actually shared
And honestly, I DO still like it because I still remember the way I felt absolutely POSSESSED while drawing it (I hadn't drawn anything for *months*). I would definitely change the background, though. Those trees look like shit, and they're not even the correct type for the kind of forest they're in.
9- What is your favorite piece of fiction or art that you created?
My favorite Choices art I've done is probably this piece.
10- Do you have a fic/art that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to do well but found it could use a little more love?
I definitely didn't expect this one to do well at all as it was so hastily drawn
And I was sad this piece didn't get more love, it was such a dope scene and I was so excited about how the sword turned out
11- If you could only draw one style or type of art for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?
I'm not sure if I'm interpreting the question right, but if I had to pick like a specific type of art, it would be digital, and I would want to do fan art. I have a hard time painting anything that I don't already have a deep connection with (so original art with no story behind it is usually a chore for me), and digital art is just so incredibly convenient and not messy and so so versatile.
12 - Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?
Because I use fiction as a way to safely process trauma/ grief/ other big emotions, each MC I make has a small part of me, whichever part I feel the need to explore at the time.
There's an amazing quote by Patrick Rothfuss that I feel explains it perfectly.
It's from Wise Man's Fear
“These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.
Except for stories, of course. Tales of poisoned kings and duels and old wars were fine. They dressed death in foreign clothes and sent him far from your door. A chimney fire or the croup cough were terrifying. But Gibea’s trial or the siege of Enfast, those were different. They were like prayers, like charms muttered late at night when you were walking alone in the dark. Stories were like ha’penny amulets you bought from a peddler, just in case.”
13 - What element of writing/art do you struggle with most?
I have a very difficult time making the poses seem natural and flowing. My all time favorite art is Baroque/Renaissance style and how fluid the poses are, how soft the skin looks, how delicately it's all done. Obviously, I will always have my own style, but those are things that I so want to incorporate but never seem to get quite right, and it drives me crazy 😂
14 - Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?
Not really. I mean, I have a ton of unfinished work, but as soon as the window of inspiration passes, I just can't get myself to care enough about it to finish it (insert Jake the Dog, “now it's gone, and I don't care about it anymore!” )
15 - If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to see your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you show them first?
I would, and have. I typically show them whatever most rendered recent picture from my Instagram because I don't post any nsfw there and usually try to post only my prettier work for this specific reason haha. (As opposed to here, I post everything here, ain't NO ONE from real life invited to see my tumblr 😂)
16 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing or art? Are there any artists that influence you?
Writers: Brandon Sanderson, for sure. He's the reason I got back into art back in 2017 ish. His stories are just so emotional they push me to create. Same with @saibug1022, there is always at least one scene from every story he shares that I desperately want to draw to try to capture the emotions.
Artists: God, sooo many, here are just like my top 3 favorites and their instagrams.
Audra Auclair
Obsessed with her unique style, and specifically the way she draws eyelids and noses
f3lc4t
The way they draw those dripping, glowing wisps. I stare at their pieces for hours (no lie) trying to dissect them stroke by stroke to figure out how they do it.
Miho Hirano
Their art has a delicate whimsy-ness I would SELL MY SOUL to achieve
17- Which one of your creations would you like to see a fiction written about?
JC, this is the shit I DREAM of.
Definitely this one.
So this is love.
This little comic means a lot to me.
18- Do you write original fiction or create non-fandom art?
Very rarely, but I do, every so often. This is my favorite original piece.
20- What other hobbies do you have?
Gaming, singing, walking through the Cemetary with my wee daughter, reading, that's about it 🤷
21 - What’s your favorite emoji?
🙇
22: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).
I really wanted to say that I don't believe in “good” art and “bad” art (just ethical vs non-ethical). That being said, I know what it's like to hate your art, like soooo intimately. If you ever are feeling shit about your art, you can ABSOLUTELY message me (I don't care if we're mutuals or not, I don't care if we've never interacted before) and just say, “I am feeling shit about my art” and I will go through your art and tell you every specific thing I love about it and why it's wonderful. I am not joking; I am so so serious rn. 💗💗💗💗
#choices fic writers creations#playchoices#choices stories you play#cfwc creator of the month#oh-so-youre-a-nerd#choices fanart#playchoices fanart#december creator of the month
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french girls
kuroo tetsurō x artist!fem!reader (fluff)
synopsis: you get kuroo to sketch you
word count: 1.1k
warnings: kissing, lots of romantic love
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"draw me like one of your french girls, tetsurō," you lean your head over the edge of the bed, your eyes meeting the top of his head.
he looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours. the slightly amber colored hues darkening from his hair shadowing the light. tetsurō blinks a couple times while staring at you blankly. for the first time ever, he was completely and utterly dumbfounded. "w-what?" he questions, narrowing his eyebrows.
"it'll be fun, you draw me, i draw you," you offer, flipping over so you could lay on your stomach. a light twinkle reflecting in your eyes.
tetsurō shakes his head, a smile wide upon his face, "i can't even draw, y/n, you know that. you're like way better, it wouldn't even be fair."
you cross your arms in front of you, leaning on them. an eyebrow raises on your face, a small smirk playing along your lips, "really? are you scared or something? is tetsurō kuroo scared? scared of losing to moi in something that is not even a competition?"
"i'm not scared," tetsurō starts, leaning forward so that his body is leaning against the bed. his nose is inches from yours, his hair lightly tickling your forehead. "i'm not scared... i'll show you why, hand me a paper thou madam!"
you smile, your teeth showing a little. in a second, you're holding a notebook and a mechanical pencil. the pencil waves a little in your fingers as you hand them over. tetsurō begrudgingly grabs it from you, tapping the eraser from his chin before starting his beautiful masterpiece. the pencil glides behind the notepad, his tongue sticking out a little as he concentrates.
it's not that you really wanted the two of you to have a drawing competition. you just wanted a drawing from him, a sketch of something. he always loved giving you handmade gifts (most of the time very poorly made, the man is a scientist not a stitcher). he had just always pushed away from drawing, sketching.
you never cared if it was well made, you just wanted to see him try. make you his muse because you know damn straight he's yours. the way he sits, folding his legs a little so he's facing you. the way he looks at the sky and calls it beautiful when he's the most beautiful thing in sight... it's hard for you to think of anything else when painting.
as tetsurō looks up from the paper, eyes meeting yours once again, you notice a small glint. a shine pulling through and making its way to you. you're his muse. it's clear now, because those stars in his eyes only shine for you. when he notices you staring, he raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk showing up.
"yes, m'lady?" he sets down the notepad, setting his pencil on top of it. his arms wrap around his knees, one hand reaching for yours.
you grab his hand, shrugging your shoulders, unsure how to explain it to him. "i just love you, you know that right? you're... well you're just unbelievably amazing. i can't believe you're dating me," you shy away from his eyes, your heart racing through your chest.
he scoots towards you, his thumb running along the back of your hand. tetsurō takes his other hand and rests it against your chin, "of course i know that, because i love you too."
he helps lead your head down to his, his lips resting against yours. tetsurō has always had a sweet taste to him, similarly to a morning pastry. you close your eyes and let your hands rest on his neck. he pulls you in a little closer, his fingers tangling through your hair as he craves your essence even more.
when tetsurō leans back for a breath, his forehead rests against yours. his breath running along your lips and causing you to breath in his sweet aroma. "i wanna say you're unbelievably amazing too, but i think that would be repetitive. how about, you're perfectly mine? breathtakingly beautiful? amazingly good at art, like way too good."
"yeah, no, all of those work," you wanna pull him in for another kiss; however, a small laugh can't help but bubble out after your words.
he smiles to himself, loving the sound of your laugh maybe even more than the sound of your voice. "now, how's the art going?" your eyes widen a little, your smile becoming wide.
tetsurō gives you a cringe-filled look, grabbing the small notepad and handing it off to you. you give it a once over, noticing the fact that it's not perfect. it's a little sloppy, but you can't help but notice that he got your smile right. making it bright and beautifully unforgettable.
you look back at him, setting down the notepad, and pulling his face back to yours. you give him a few quick kisses, smiling into each and every one of them, "it's amazing tetsurō," you scrunch up your nose, your cheeks running hot with amusement.
"you're just saying that y/n, i know it, you know it," a faint blush makes its way across his face. his hands feeling hot as they hold onto yours.
a sigh escapes you, your head shaking with a vengeful spirit. "no, because you made it. tetsurō, as long as you put love into it, i'll always love it," you take another look at the drawing, suddenly having the energy to rip it from the pad.
you let go of tetsurō's hands; you getting up and taking the drawing to your cork board. with a smile, you grab a pin and stick it to the cork board. it sits with the rest of your paintings and projects that you kept for yourself. it sits perfectly within the group, highlighting that your art isn't the only art that you so gratefully appreciate.
"see, now i plan on showing it to anyone who inquired," you turn back to him, your hands resting on the tops of your hips. he shakes his head while making his way to his feet.
tetsurō bites his lip, taking a couple steps towards you and wrapping his arms around your torso. he keeps his head leaning back, your noses nearly touching. his hair leans forward to the point where it's touching your forehead and he lets out a sigh of relief. for a second, his mouth stays open, unsure how to respond, "... god i love you so much."
"do you now?" you question, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head as well, "i love you too. i love you so much."
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader#kuroo tetsuro#haikyuu fanfic
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It was a beautiful evening in late October when Emerson had a very big idea.
She was used to having big ideas, but she had never come up with one nearly as ambitious as this one.
It all started when she and her sisters Olivia, Mari, and Lily found a maple tree that had, overnight, shed all of its brightly colored leaves. They scooped the leaves into a pile and each took turns jumping into it.
Emerson flopped backwards into the pile, and as she tossed the leaves around she thought about how much she loved fall. She loved the golden-tinged evenings, the blustery wind that carried the smell of woodsmoke, and the pretty yellow leaves. It made her feel.... creative.
"Listen to my song!" Emerson said, throwing leaves around, and singing to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down":
Autumn leaves are falling down,
falling down, falling down!
Autumn leaves are falling down,
Oh so pretty!
Mari clapped her hands, and baby Lily waved her little arms. Then she tried to eat a leaf.
"That was a great song, Emerson," said Olivia, as she picked Lily up. "You have a real talent for making up poems and songs."
"Thanks!" said Emerson. "It's easy."
"Again!" Mari shouted.
"I bet you've got one more song hiding in your noggin," Olivia said. "Just one before we need to start heading back home."
Emerson thought for a moment about how spring was like the morning, summer was like the daytime, autumn was like evening, and winter like the night. How each season had its song to sing, and its own special magic.
Then she stood up and spread her arms like the tall maple tree that had shed its leaves.
She began to sing her song to the tune of "Hush, Little Baby".
Harvest moon growing big and round
Casting shadows on the ground.
Autumn leaves come twirling down,
Dressing the earth in her warm nightgown.
Shorter days and longer nights,
Growing cold in the pale moonlight.
Summer's warmth is a faded dream,
Spirited away on the last sunbeam.
Emerson curtsied as her sisters applauded.
And that was what gave her THE big idea.
The one that made her explode with excitement.
The next day, she brought all of her friends--Kendall, Willa, Ashlyn, and Camille--to the playhouse.
"I've had the most wonderful idea!" she exclaimed. "You'll love it!"
"What is it?" Willa asked.
"We," said Emerson dramatically, are going to put on a show."
"A show!" echoed the other girls.
"Our show will be called 'Fall for Fall.' It will be all about the things that make us fall in love with fall," said Emerson. "Like the whooshing wind, and falling into a leaf pile, and mud puddles, and a whole tree full of yellow leaves."
"What will we do in the show?" Kendall asked. "I don't know any stories or songs about fall."
"Leave that to me," Emerson said. "I've already got two whole songs for us to perform." She sang them her "falling leaves" song, and her "harvest moon" song, which she had preserved in her notebook.
"Those are really good, Emerson," said Ashlyn. "But will that be enough for an entire show?"
"I can write some more while all of you get everything else ready," Emerson replied.
"Oh, please write a song about mud puddles!" Camille begged. "That's my favorite part of fall. And winter. And summer. And spring!"
"Definitely!" Emerson exclaimed. "I'll get to work right now."
"I think each one of us should have a job to do, to help you make this show happen," Kendall suggested.
"Good idea!" Emerson replied.
"Kendall, you're good at building things, so you're in charge of set design."
"I have tons of ideas for that," Kendall replied.
"Willa, you can gather all the props we need."
"I'll start filling a big bag with colorful leaves we can throw around," Willa said.
"Camille, you like playing dress-up, so you can be in charge of the costumes."
"Ashlyn, you can design the posters and invitations, because you're a good artist."
The girls got to work, each of them humming to themselves one of Emerson's songs.
By the end of the week, all five of them had learned the songs and dances, and were ready to perform for their families and friends.
Emerson had, as she promised, written a song about mud puddles. They all decided it would be the best part of the show.
Finally it was opening night. The curtains parted, and the show began!
Kendall and Camille were the first act in the show. They tossed leaves as they sang to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down":
Autumn leaves are falling down,
falling down, falling down!
Autumn leaves are falling down,
Oh, so pretty!
Take some leaves and toss them up,
toss them up, toss them up!
Take some leaves and toss them up,
Oh, so pretty!
The audience clapped. Kendall and Camille bowed, and then ran off the stage.
Ashlyn came out onto the stage, and Willa came out carrying signs she had made to represent each line of the poem Ashlyn recited, called "Yellow Leaves":
When autumn comes
We love to see
The yellow leaves
On every tree.
As yellow as a school bus,
Yellow as a pear;
Yellow as a dandelion,
Yellow as Camille's hair!
As yellow as a lemon,
Yellow as the sun;
As yellow as the butter
On a toasty bun!
Yellow as a ripe banana,
Yellow as some cheese;
Yellow as the stripes
On the bumblebees!
Next came Emerson, reciting a poem she had written:
Windy, windy, blue sky day,
Swirl me up and blow me away
Lift me like a leaf or kite,
Over the treetops,
Up out of sight.
She bowed as the audience clapped, but she didn't leave the stage. Instead, the four other girls came on stage.
They twirled in a circle around Emerson, fluttering their hands as if they were falling leaves and fading sunbeams, as she sang her "Harvest Moon" song she had dreamed up while playing in the pile of leaves, the song that gave her the idea for "Fall for Fall".
The last act featured the best song in the show.
They all gathered under the umbrella to sing it, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat:"
Rain, rain, rainy day,
Splishy-sploshy wet,
Muddily puddily, muddily puddily,
We love rain, you bet!
After the song, Emerson stepped forward. "Thank you for coming to our show," she said to the audience.
"Hooray!" shouted the audience. The WellieWishers took a bow as the audience clapped and whistled and cheered. "Hooray for the WellieWishers! Bravo!"
After the audience left, the WellieWishers sat on the stage together.
"Our 'Fall for Fall' show wasn't at all the way I'd imagined it to be," said Emerson.
She jumped up and spun on one toe. "It was better!"
And all the WellieWishers cheered, "Hooray for Emerson! Bravo!"
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hello fair bones!!!!!! i hope you're havin a swell day today :DDD
if it's alright to ask, from a beginner artist, do you have any tips for coloring after lineart? i love your art sm and your sketches are all so fluid n clean w such vivid expressions and hnhnghgng it's always so cool to see how much you can convey with a single drawing!!!! i keep getting frustrated by how my lineart always seems to lose its initial expressions after coloring so any shading/lighting pointers would be v much appreciated ;;
ALSO I LOVE YOU SM YOU SEEM LIKE A RLLY COOL PERSON TUMBLR IS A HAPPIER SITE TO LOG ONTO BC YOURE HERE PLS BE SAFE AND HEALTHY AND MAY YOU HAVE GOOD SLEEP QUALITY AND VIVID DREAMS <<<333
Oh sure yeah!! So obviously a lot of this is from color theory and there are so many great resources for learning it such as this book (I've linked the PDF), but here are some notes-
I took a neutral drawing without lighting and did some quick/simple color corrections using the 'level corrections' tool and an overlay layer. This stage is mostly just toying around until you feel like the emotion or mood that you want to capture is headed in the right direction. I actually haven't done a lot of lighting painting or corrections to any of these drawings- just shifted the palettes to fit the theme. Even that makes a huge difference. I have made no changes to the drawing or expression.
You can see in my notes why I made certain decisions; none of these are 'rules' and they can be played with and broken! But a visual shorthand can be used to communicate things more effectively/efficiently. For example, I noted that high color contrast between figure and background (i.e. figure is blue while the background is red) creates drama. Whereas low contrast between figure and background gives your eyes a rest and is less work to look at/information to absorb.
You can also see that saturation is a large part of this- for high drama/emotional scenes I use more saturated colors to draw attention to it, but for softer/more neutral scenes the colors reflect the lack of conflict.
Similarly, harsh shadows and highlights can create a feeling of tension when shading a figure that a more subtle approach to shading would not.
This was mostly to show that color can have a huge effect on expression, especially at a glance, so thinking through your choices and being aware of the language will certainly help in expressing what you want to express. Super recommend checking out the book I linked, it helped me a ton when I started learning!
Hope that helps!! Always happy to answer further questions (and thank you very much!!! <3)
#ask box#not art#requests#bones rants#should i start tagging these#uhhh#tips#not quite a tutorial haha
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back for more keeps making me go back for another listen 🤭 okay the choreo is so on point, and the studio version definitely adds the mj flare with the adlibs being more audible now. the beat is great, and overall it has a sensual vibe that is just so palatable. you mentioned before how they're able to tread the border of being sensual without it being overpowering, and I totally agree! I can't think of any other artist at the moment that has the same ability to deliver something overtly sexy without allowing the sex appeal to overshadow the other creative components of the song or mv. I'm really digging the tasteful way that tnc has delivered this (and will inevitably continue to deliver for this comeback!).
Having said that, I would have loved it if the stylists gave them something besides those suits and white shirts idk when I heard disco latin pop I'm expecting some bling bling. at the very least give these men some shiny earrings or accessories!! Oh and a moment of silence for them not including that epic organ intro from the VMAs.... 🥲 biggest disappointment, do they realize that adding those 20 seconds would only enhance the song and not detract from their goal of charting w a short song??! anywho. it's a bop, and I can't wait to have it on replay when I run some errands after work today. How are you feeling?? 🤭
before anything else i just wanna say i love how each had our own little brain dumps to share with each other hahaha my notifs have been buggy though so i might have been missing some notes! :( my initial thoughts are here !!
omg yesssss the adlibs are so much audible in the studio ver and i am living for it!! Just lovely textures all around and idk, i feel like “back for more” is still playing around with themes of temptation but in a slightly messier, maybe more urgent kind of way? So having the MV the way that it is (lots of lights and shadows going around, the layered vocals, the captivating beat that gets stuck in your head) kinda mirrors that sense of desperation to get the (formerly?) tempted back iykwim ???
like on the surface the tempter seems cool but there is a faint franticness to everything else around them somehow…. 🤔 WHICH REALLY MAKES ME CURIOUS ABOUT WHICH TIMELINE/UNIVERSE WE’RE IN FOR THIS 😩
going back, huge yeses all around for tastefully sexy txt (i have not been the same since the invitation cover stage dropped). it’s never super explicit or in your face and even when they’re taking off their clothes in their choreo (has the sleeveless kai era begun???), it’s in a more teasing, or rather tempting manner than straight up stripping. my brain is telling me this is a queer thing but i’m likely just projecting hahaha something something hidden desires
ok ok i’m weak for txt in a good suit but i get what you mean!! they could have afforded to add a little more playfulness to the styling butttttt i think they’re really just trying to lean in to the darker theme overall ??? which i am also a sucker for lol if txt were the devil fr, i would given my soul to them hakabsjsvsbs
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heey vic! :D
i just started following u & i just wanna say how much i adore your series 'just like animals' & 'last of her house no more' .. they're phenomenally written and so addictive to read ! ♡
i was just wondering if you'd like to check out some of my writing concepts? …(totally ok if u don’t)—i saw u reblogged the first one that i posted on this new blog (my old blog got shadow banned) ..</3
..but anyways, i'm also thinking about starting to write longer oneshots & not just concepts... i was just wondering if u had any advice? i wrote a few oneshot imagines on my old blog, but idk.…..it's just really hard for me to commit to writing something longer atm, y'know? anyways, i love ur whole blog & your writing & i’m gonna go reread 'just like animals' & wait patiently for the next part ! ♡
best wishes, xoxo.
heeelllloooo my little love
your words made me so soft and blushy, ily. and the concepts i reblogged earlier i ADORED ! like those modern!aemond w an innocent!reader ones? art. absolutely beautiful. loved it. i look forward to seeing and reading what else you give us <3
as for any advice? okay so this is what helps me a lot in staying productive and motivated (aka my writing routine when i tackle my prompts):
whenever i receive requests or think up new fic ideas of my own, i instantly write them down in my goodnotes notebook. from there, i tweak and outline, trying to figure out what i like and don't like. i think of titles, scenes, dialogue, all that jazz. and perhaps this is so silly, but i use my college essay strategy (introduction, body, and conclusion) CAUSE THAT HELPS SO MUCH! trust me on this, it makes it a shit ton easier. sometimes i start on the body and other times the introduction- whatever feels easiest for me. also, whenever you're working on a larger fic, at times, i find it best to write the part(s) where you have the most ideas and energy, and then gradually branch out.
throw out a rough draft, like a really ugly and shitty base. leave it alone for a day and then work on polishing it. it is much better to approach your writing with a fresh and clearer mind. and if you're feeling less committed to it, move on to something new and come back to it later on!
there is absolutely no use in forcing yourself to do something you don't want to do. nope. not at all. it just ruins everything.
for when i start to lose motivation (or begin to feel that stupid writer's block), i usually pull up a book to read. for my aemond fics, i'll typically reread fire and blood or one of the books in the asoiaf series. i don't know why but reading grrm's writing style fills me with a sudden rush of motivation and encouragement to write for this sexy one-eyed pathetic meow-meow bastard.
(okay well that and i'll go back to all my previous fics and reread y'all's comments, cause receiving comments from y'all is the best fucking fuel EVER.)
my love, my best advice is to find your own writing style. your own groove. as cliche as this sounds, writing is a form of art, and every artist has their own way of creating such. it is what makes us unique. play around, read some books, listen to music, talk to your mutuals (@chainsawsangel is my muse. love you bestie. everyone say thank you cause she constantly motivates my ass to write), and practice until it feels natural to you. think of your followers kicking up their feet in the air while reading your work. how excited they will be when they see you posted something new. "YAY, SHE POSTED!!!"
and if you ever need to bounce around ideas or plan how you wanna write a certain fic, don't feel shy- message me! i'd be happy to talk and help you out. this goes out to everyone.
i love y'all.
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tagged by @you-are-so-much-better-than-that and @heymrspatel for an artist interview!
Artist Interview
1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?
none! i post on tumblr and instagram when i can
2. What is your total art count?
ever? probably in the thousands! i've been an artiste since i could hold a crayon. always drew for fun and took classes
3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
sometimes, but i ALWAYS am giddy abt comments, kicking my feet back n forth like a schoolgirl
5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?
mostly shameless, but i dabble in all for the game, killing eve, what we do in the shadows, stranger things, don't worry darling, twilight
i have no idea -- i didn't Post bc i was a Child, but i remember drawing fairly oddparents, spongebob, twilight
6. Have you ever received hate on any art?
i am blind to any hate so i don't think so
7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?
maneskin!
8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
ian x mickey - -they've stuck around longer than anyone else. they just make sense together
9. Do you draw outside of fandom?
uh huh!
10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?
all of them... LOL. they just kinda take on a life of their own
11. Do you draw smut?
not rly
12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?
not that i know of
13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?
yuh! did some for fun w twisha. would draw w my friends growing up. draw for fics and events sometimes.
14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?
it's a secretttt
15. What are your drawing strengths?
colors!
16. What are your drawing weaknesses?
motivation to make it precise after i've already spent so long on it
17. What’s your favorite art piece you’ve drawn?
i like my top ones. and theeeese are pretty cool
18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?
i'm proud of most of 'em
19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?
composition, colors, feelings, emotions, aesthetic, love
20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight.
i love sitting on the floor and spreading out all my tools around me. i love having a reference photo and taking little creative liberties here and there bc i usually have a hard time liking what i've made if it is fully from my imagination. i always have music playing.
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Some Quick Sketche/s of my OC and Maggie!
Trigger warnings: Mentions of murder but it's The house of wax sooo...
Tags: @soupbabe
Dialogue:
M: See I told ya, you'd look great!
S: But Maggie I'm not as con-
M: Trust me! Vinny will love it!
I also wanted to write some headcannons on Sage and Maggie's relationship!
Sage: is 23, shy and v self conscious but stubborn with a strong (and unique) sense of justice - she dates Vincient and sees Maggie as an older sister/mother.
Sage works with Lester on the roads - Sage loves collecting bones and feels very safe around Lestire as he reminds her of her older brother Deo!
Maggie and Sage kick it off really quickly - Maggie is drawn to her bc Sage has 2 beauty marks on her face and given Maggie's preference for fashion Maggie loves them.
Maggie conviences her brothers (mainly bo) to keep Sage alive and when Maggie notices Sage's crush on Vincent she Plays match maker.
Maggie loves Sage and Vinny together - loves seeing her big brother happy and confident!
Sage is also stubborn and defends Vinecent - Bo hates it and because of this these two don't get along. *I secretly believe Bo finds it adorable how his brothers lil' doll stands up to him she's tiny like 4'11* -
Maggie loves dressing Sage up and really helps with her confidence and Body image
Sage and Maggie do lil photo-shoots they both love it bc Maggie gets to dress up and do a Marlon Munroe style shoot while Sage gets to take photos and be all artistic
Sage bleaches the front of her bangs to Match Maggie
Sage will participate in the killings *if* she feels like the victims deserve it
Sage grew up without a mother and Maggie really heals her - If sage isn't working or w Vinny she follows Maggie around like a shadow! Often calls Maggie n her partner "mums" as a joke
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Please info dump about Radiant Sun, I don't know what this is but it sounds fascinating and we're overdue for a new obsession
OK SO. FIRST OF ALL IM SO SORRY ITS NOT REAL. YOU CANT WATCH IT. :(((( It's a dnd campaign we played with our wife. SOMEDAY we might make it a show. Depending on how things go. BUT.
The Radiant Sun is the name of a D&D party in a home game we did. It consists of 6 people (as well as 40+ npcs) who are all batshit insane.
PARTY MEMBERS:
- Razor. The "main character" if a DnD campaign has one. Tiefling sorcerer who finds out later that he is secretly a member of the royal family and has special magic powers. MORE ON THAT LATER.
- Verona. Razor's bf who grew up as a captive in the same thieves' guild he was a captive in. They were friends since they were kids. She activated her own sorcerer magic (Divine Soul) and healed him when he got fucked up and tortured. She dies at one point early in the game and it is a catalyst for some Character Growth.
- Alixa. Batshit crazy 15yr old drow who was a custom homebrew class (knife artist, think rogue aesthetic but the whole point is doing cool shit w daggers). One of the central Problems in the world the campaign is set in is that there is a massive attempt by high elves to colonize the Underdark. She is the only survivor of her family who was killed/driven out. THIS WAR IS IMPORTANT BUT NOT FOR THE REASONS YOU THINK. Also she gets a giant pet lizard that can breathe fire. His name is Sparky.
- Avaciel. Former high elf noble who was cast out of her home city after it was taken over by Drow that wanted to find footing in noble cities to make the monarchy pay for the war/colonization effort. Became a bard who plays the violin like a badass.
- Shade. Shade is a demigod of The Shadow, one of the dark six in some dnd related pantheon that I don't remember the name of. She was created by that asshole as a failsafe measure in case her "dad" was ever slain by other gods, he set up his soul and powers to transfer into her body and planned to possess her and use her for his own purposes. She meets a demigod of another one of the dark six and eventually finds out that NEITHER of them are actually the kids of their "parents" they're actually kids of a DIFFERENT god and they're twins <3
- Aiyise. Personality and backstory wise a Straight Rip from another campaign we did but we wanted to fuck around with her so we gave her some totally different plot stuff and made her a cleric instead of a divine soul sorcerer. From a noble family who she believes to be great people until she gets un-modify-memory'd and finds out that they were actually horrible to her for her whole life and before she went out to adventure they wiped her brain. She is the tankiest motherfucker EVER. She's also the most uwu soft girl you will Ever meet.
PLOT STUFF.
Originally the party is called together by the Chamberlain of House Satra. House Satra is the ruling family over the continent the story takes place in. One of their daughters, Kyria, has gone missing! Oh No!! Party is told that several groups of adventurers have gone to find her and have all gone missing. They're a last ditch effort.
Notably. These kids are like 17 at oldest. Except for Shade who is weird and Avaciel who is like 23.
They do it anyway bc they are BROKE AS FUCK!!!!! And are promised lots of shiny money. And thus their adventures begin. They find Kyria, adopt her into the party, meet her "dad" (the "king" who is actually super super trans), are rewarded, and then are asked by the queen to go investigate a city that her brother is being held in for crimes she knows he didn't commit. Political bullshit. Whatever. These kids are incredibly hyped bc since all the official adventurers super died they have been appointed the Interim Defenders Of Toris TM. They feel all special. So they go.
While they are on the way, they are attacked by a Solar, a high angel of the Shadow who has been sent to retrieve Shade. Shade is not there when this happens so naturally the party, who have all known each other for like A Week, tell the solar that she's not there and they won't tell him where she is. So he tries to kill them all! And ends up killing Verona. Which makes Razor, understandably bc she is his not-quite-gf-but-hes-in-love-with-her, BIG MAD. They kill this asshole (Alixa is doing some insane called-shot/homebrew rules bullshit) and find out that these angels (because they are CR TWENTY ONE. AND RHE PARTY IS LEVEL FOUR.) are super powerful and drop super rare items. Including resurrection materials! So they continue their quest to their destination knowing that it's a big city and clerics can maybe help.
Other stuff happens in the interim BUT!
While they are in Faultline (the city) they find out Lots Of Insane Shit. Most notably, they find out that these things called the Draconic Eternals, basically giant ancient dragons that were sealed in a demiplane thousands of years ago, are still alive and trying to break out!!! They find out that there's a guy in the city who framed the queen's brother for killing a revolutionary who was actually his girlfriend so that he could get power over the city. The party subsequently kicks his ass and leaves the power in the hands of the revolutionary (who is not dead!!!) and her sister. Mostly her sister tho. Bc the revolutionary is busy kissing her fiance.
They go back and there's a big dance thing and Verona and Razor and Kyria see the "king" sneaking off somewhere with the chamberlain and decide to investigate. They follow them to a secret chamber and have the most insane series of stealth check rolls EVER and find out that. Uh. The king is working with the dragons. And killed his son, the prince, in order to help them break out. Because his son, you see, has this thing called the Soulscar. It's basically raw magic but super upgraded and powerful. And the only other person alive in the family line with the soulscar is mia and presumed never to return, and the soulscar is the only thing that could keep the dragons from coming back, sooooo they kill the kid! Kyria, notably, is Fucked Up about this bc that was Her Twin Brother.
You see where this is going from my character descriptions.
ANYWAY. After that horrible revelation they go back downstairs only to find that the oldest child of the royal family accidentally got Wish spelled into being like 16 and it can't be undone so she can't really be elected the next replacement for the king like the whole country was planning to do bc. Yknow. War Effort. And ALSO Avaciel's city's destroyer family is here. Or at least their son who she was supposed to marry is. And they are both super upset abt it!!! Because he's the only reason she's alive!!!! So Why Is He Here!!!!!!!
Their next quest is to go reclaim Avaciel's home city. Which they do. And then they go back to the main city.
And they play a game. With all their collected npc friends. Kind of like an icebreaker game. It's a staple of our campaigns tbh.
In that game, one of Razor's friends/the guy who watched over him and Verona at the thieves' guild, Hawke (who is also super a trans woman), is invited to play. And through a series of increasingly convoluted questions and a use of the Divination spell cast by Aiyise in order to find out what happened to Kyria's brother that was supposed to have died..... The Truth Comes Out. Razor is that kid. He was not killed. The king and his brother, the other person with the soulscar, created a plan that faked his death and saved his life but made him unfindable and hid him somewhere no one would ever look. And Hawke!!!! Is that "brother"!!!! And worked at the thieves' guild the whole time to take care of him!!!!!! AAAGHGHGH. Our entire party went INSANE when this was happening. It was crazy. So much shit made sense after that.
So Razor, now knowing everything, is taken to properly meet his family. He meets his actual parents in the context of being their kid. He finds out that they've saved presents for him for every birthday, memoirs, letters written to him etc in case he ever got to come home. Lots of tears etc.
And the "king" tells them about the dragon thing.
It turns out the draconic eternals have held blackmail over his head for like 3 decades. Just before the family's oldest kid was born they contacted him from their demiplane and said "if you do what we tell you we will wait until your family has died naturally before we descend upon your world and kill everybody. Otherwise we're doing it in like a decade lmao" and he, convinced he could find another solution with enough time, agreed to do what they said. And then they made him "kill" Razor (birth name Kyus) and he faked his son's death bc he couldn't make himself do it. He started the war at the dragons' bidding because he needed time to find a way to save the Entire World. And he didn't have that time without doing some genuinely horrible things. So he did them, and accepted that the world would hate him for it. Because he was protecting them from something much worse.
Then the "king" who I am now going to refer to as the queen bc she's trans and I feel bad decides that she is going to go against them. She can't do it anymore. So she arranges for a royal announcement to be made. She is gonna tell everyone about her son, about the dragons, about everything, and they will go from there.
Razor has known his family for like a day and a half btw. And he's about to be presented as a prince. And he doesn't want to go back to looking like he's "supposed" to. Which his family is fine with!!! But the kingdom maybe will not be. He doesn't do it anyway tho.
During that speech, the capital city is sieged by an assortment of "undesirable" races (orcs, drow, goblins, giants, etc) led by a tiefling who is so so so mad at the royal family and doesn't care what their excuse is. Uh oh! Razor recognizes him!! He knew him from the thieves' guild!
That's not important right now. What IS important is that he magically turns Razor's entire new family to stone and then drags them through a portal to God Knows Where. And Leaves.
And Razor jumps through after him. No time for the rest of the party to go.
He chases the guy with every ounce of his magic through an entire giant stronghold. And eventually he escapes. And Razor is So Mad.
He goes through an Arc Of Growth tm where he meets the giants' main god and is given a magical item that he will need to seal away the draconic eternals. There are 7 of those. The party already knows about one??? I think??? I deadass don't remember the timeframe on this. But they need to find all of them.
(Also at some point they find out one of the dragons didn't actually get sealed away bc he betrayed the other ones and he agrees to help them but that was an in between thing)
ANYWAY. Eventually Razor is reunited with the party and they go deal with All Of Those Guys' Bases. At one point in that whole thing Alixa finds out that she was chosen by one of the drow gods (NOT lolth) to be her champion and gets given a few bits of paladin magic as a treat. And also one of the important magic items!!!
They eventually stop all the guys and talk their leader down bc Razor and him used to be Buddies tm. And they get him to stop being Insane. And fix his family. And his family is back!!! But when they get back to the capital city they have to deal with the fact that the thieves' guild has taken over bc nobody was there to stop them. And Razor and Verona have TRAUMA tm around those guys. Esp Razor bc their leader tortured him because he knew something about Razor's magic (could see the soulscar via true sight) but Razor didn't know at the time so he just got beat up a bunch.
They fight them!! And win!!! Eventually!!!!!! And the city is (mostly) restored.
The party has a lot of stuff to do. At varying points, they are required to stop THREE separate apocalypses. An apocalypse based on the ancient elemental beings that a cult led by people including Aiyise's fucked up family are trying to resurrect almost happens but some of the party and friends (including Aiyise and her two besties from childhood) stop it. That arc includes a genius 15 year old basically inventing unsterilized open heart surgery on top of a mountain to save the kids of the crazy cleansing cult guys bc they had magical chips inserted into their hearts that had to be destroyed before they could kill the cultists. Necessity my beloved. <3
Eventually the Final Battle comes. The party fights its way through each Draconic Eternal in groups, boosted by the power of like 4 different gods. At the same time, 4/6 members of the Dark Six god group are trying to end the world in a different separate way than the dragons. So they have to fight 4 gods and like 12 fucked up evil dragons that are like ancient dragons dialed up to 15. But they have crazy magic items and are level 20 and have the blessing of, again, like 4 different gods. So they do it.
Holy shit. It's done. The Radiant Sun has just collectively stopped a triple apocalypse. Razor gets to be with his family, Verona gets to marry her bf, Avaciel goes home and rules over her city, Aiyise and her partners start patching up the damage done to their religion by training a new not crazy generation of clerics and paladins, Alixa gets to work as Eilistraee's champion, and Shade and her twin brother take over the roles of The Shadow and The Fury, their "parents" who aren't actually their parents. So they are gods now.
Everybody lives happily ever after.
For now...?
I'm sure there's a million other things to say abt them and I did NOT give the full details of every quest bc this was meant to be the overarching plot line so if you wanna hear anything abt specific people's personal arcs or anything I will answer all your questions ever. There is a chance that someday this post will be deleted off the internet because maybe this will be an Actual Animated Series someday and yknow. I dont want my whole plot online for everyone to see. But who knows!
Thank you so much for letting me infodump <3 ilysm
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Prime numbers be upon ye, wench
2. Favorite color when you were younger, and now?
When I was younger it was the specific Scarlet associated with crayola crayons. I distinctly remember being told it was a "girl color" and I never worked out why. I wonder if it was like. because some girls are named scarlet? because of the scarlet letter? we may never know.
Now it's Cyan or Teal. love them shits.
3. Do you wear eye-shadow? What color?
I Have before but i generally don't. When i do it's always really obvious and weird so i can look weird
5. In your opinion, is love at first sight real?
that is completely inconsistent with my understanding of love I have built over the course of my 8 year relationship with my wife (and other relationships before and during). Love is not attraction, it's commitment. It's a choice you make even when the Feeling isn't there.
7. First kiss details? (If you haven’t been kissed, reply how and if you would like to be.)
I tried to kiss my (now) wife after our second date but i missed and fucked up, and they asked me if I wanted to try again and I did it.
11. What is your hair like?
Soft? Long? Blonde? it tangles easy and it hurts lots bc my skin is sensitive everywhere. If i let you touch my hair freely, you know I trust you lmao.
13. What time do you go to bed? What time do you wake up?
generally around midnight. Generally wake up around 6 or 7. supplemented with naps in the middle of the day when I am allowed. Somehow i catpilled myself into a crepuscular sleep schedule
17. Favorite game as a child?
Interesting question, could have any number of answers. I always would say Majora's mask, it was probably my favorite game from an artistic perspective. But from the perspective of which one I just liked to play? Probably like. any given pokemon? runescape? adventure quest????
19. Princess, Fairy, Mermaid, or Unicorn?
Angel<3
23. Do you dance? Slow dance?
Not generally, i got shamed a lot as a kid and its hard to overcome all that still. I did take dance classes for my wedding though, and danced there.
29. When and who was your first crush?
Uhh as far as I remember probably like. this girl named taylor in 8th grade. We had a weird awkward sort of relationship that ended when she told me we actually hadn't been dating and she was dating someone else? She then proceeded to stalk me and tell me she loved me over and over for years after that. weird shit idk
31. Are you superstitious?
No.
37. Are you quiet or loud?
it depends? is anyone one of those as a rule? I guess when I'm quiet its intentional, usually because im shy or anxious or w/e, and when I am comfy i tend to get too loud.
41. Worst fear as a kid?
Dark or heights
43. why isn't there a 43?
Idk! but i added one
47. Do you feel everything, nothing, or you don’t know what to feel?
I feel a lot. I tend to feel it on a delay. Like. I will experience something and then feel all the emotions hours or even days later
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find the word tag CCCLVIII
in case anybody was wondering, my favorite soundtrack is from the LoZ: Skyward Sword, the game I spent every Sunday afternoon for over a year working on completing it with the help of my best friend (this term is misleading because I have/had a lot of those) and often listened to the soundtrack separately while doing schoolwork (or avoiding it). this soundtrack still slaps and I still adore it.
I'd also like it noted that I was doing this tag while playing wizard101 and I didn't die. @kaiusvnoir @akindofmagictoo
silent (city story d0)
He doesn’t mean to storm into the garage so angrily, because he isn’t even that worked up yet, but Jet manages to startle Shadow into falling off the stepladder he’s on when he announces to the room, “We’ve got trouble.”
“No, we don’t,” Rune contradicts, following behind him and glaring when he glances back at her. “There is no trouble, and it really doesn’t concern you.”
“What’s going on?” Shadow picks himself up off the floor and punches Jet in the arm as he passes him.
Rune is silent, looking like she doesn’t want to be answering any questions. That’s fine. Jet can just make all the assumptions he wants about the situations, then. Either she’ll let him or stop clamming up.
“Someone is looking for Rune and he means to hurt her,” Jet explains.
shuffle (summon story d0)
He was lucky to be alive, probably. His ribs ached, but he again ignored that as best he could while trying to get his feet underneath him. Zan felt around for Shrader’s Summoner’s Manual. The cover was worn and the pages had a variety of stains, but it was legible, and Zan treasured it. Or, he had.
His ribs ached and his fingers struggled to grasp the book when he found it. Zan blinked hard and careful shuffled through the pages to find the one he’d used to make the array he’d just been knocked out by.
“An array itself has only the power the summoner gives to it via the sacrifice used,” he recited, lips splitting from the effort. He wiped them on his wrist cuff and studied the array. Clearly he’d forgotten something, or his sacrifice wouldn’t have been taken without him getting anything in return.
space (sleepy stash)
“There’s a little art gallery opening up where the old furniture store used to be,” his mom says over dinner.
Jake shovels rice in his mouth and hums his acknowledgment. He’s seen the flyers.
“Hope they have better luck with the space,” his grandpa says. “That shop never sold, and before that, it’s been owned by a dozen other businesses. Nobody ever stays long. A gallery would be nice, since we’ve got so many more artists now that the public has remembered our beautiful scenery.”
Jake wipes his mouth with his hand before using a napkin when his mom gives him a look. “How come nobody stays in that place for long?”
“Well,” and his grandpa has that storyteller look in his eye that makes him mom roll hers and get up to start clearing the table, “I reckon it’s been cursed at some point, but of course nobody believes in that kind of thing anymore. When I was dating your grandma, there was a shop that sold marbles to the kids, you know? Among other things, but I remember the marbles.”
sleep (city story d0)
“D’you need clothes to sleep in?” Jet is already thinking about something of Copper’s that could work.
“I keep a change in my bag at all times. I’m good.”
Jet folds his arms to have something to do. “Why at all times?”
“In case I need to crash somewhere unfamiliar.”
“I’m unfamiliar?”
Rune does smile, and it’s just as sad as if she hadn’t.
beautiful (city story d0)
“What about you, then?”
Jet blinks. “What about me?”
“Do you want me in return?”
What an open, horribly beautiful offering. Jet scrapes his tongue along his teeth while he chews on it. For some reason, accepting her support feels much more monumental, like she’s worth more, and he is only a tool.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, and it comes out a little mangled, probably from the tears that have been dug up from his back closet to coat his words with emotional residue.
vision (but I was a bird you couldn't cage, 2021)
You were a vision with my eyes closed
Your radiance was just too much to bear
I still dream of moving far away
Because I’m hoping to escape
There’s a ship along the coast to take me there
child (city story d0)
Yarrow continues, “Now, Rune isn’t the same. She asked me if I wanted to crash at her place twice already, but I said no because my mom would worry. The point here is that Rune doesn’t feel the same about her personal space that Jet does. Honestly, I’d expect Jet to fall in love with Rune first, if that’s ever going to happen. But that’s not what we’re talking about. Rune is not in love with Jet because she wouldn’t hesitate to inform him if that were the case, but I couldn’t be sure Jet would know that, so I told you. Just now.”
Sometimes it pays to have observant friends. Yarrow is so selectively observant, though, and Jet wishes he could’ve overlooked this particular development. It’s bad enough hearing his brother and Rune both parrot his state of mind back to him, but to know that he’s so see-through that Yarrow, the group’s resident flower child, also just knows random deep things about him, is more than a little unsettling.
raise (city story d0)
“Give me your number,” she commands, waiting with her thumbs poised to type it in. When she raises her eyes to his, they’re too sharp for the demand to be mistaken as a question. “Jet.”
There’s a long list of things Jet hates, some of them extremely understandable and a bunch of them much more petty. Being backed into a corner he really could get out of but it requiring him to be an unwarranted asshole to someone who absolutely doesn’t deserve it is on the more petty side, even if it does damage his image as an asshole who really doesn’t care whether anyone deserves that behavior from him. It’s all Copper’s doing, it has to be, this gradual shift from him never caring about what others think of him and actually stopping to consider it once in a while.
Rune hasn’t said anything further, but her gaze could cut glass.
Jet bites down a stream of curses and gives her his number.
storm, alive, worth, corner. BONUS: monumental, sacrifice. @yejiwritesthings @talesofsorrowandofruin @nikkywrites @livvywrites @aalinaaaaaa @writing-with-melon I feel...so out of the writeblr loop despite being on tumblr every day just to see what everyone else is up to. this is weird. I'm doing a tag and it's weird. also listen to Batreaux's Theme. it's great.
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04_Pernille Sandberg
Pernille Sandberg is both a photographer and filmkaker from Copenhagen who explores a number of genres; fashion, portraiture and fine art.
"Her artistic practice is characterized by a respectful approach to her subjects and assignments, providing accessible perspectives on complex issues while illuminating the often-overlooked fragile aspects."
There are three portraiture concepts that Sandberg has in her works that I would like to explore further myself.
The first is environmental portraiture - I have some ideas around capturing friends and family in their working environment (passion or profession) and I like how Sandberg does it in these two series of images. Both include one image of the artist and a series of portraits of the environment they work in and their works. What I appreciate about this approach is going beyond the person to a portrait of place - when it comes to capturing an artist and his environment I think the environment speaks as much to their work as the artist himself does. Sandbergs was of capturing this and in a very simple b/w manner makes the images look both personal and untouched.
The portrait below of the French artist Eugène van Lamsweerde is shot at an interesting angle. He looks down at the camera and the window frame behind him isn't straight. The portrait as a result doesn't look super arranged or forced. The soft natural light coming onto his face actually blows out the detail distinguishing his foreheard/hair and the wall behind him. There is just enough detail on the left side - so it's not super shadowed by does stand apart from the wall behind. By the looks no artificial lighting was used in this shot and no reflector either?
I can tell by the grain and clarity of the images that they were taken on film - a look that I personally really like for its timelessness.
Eugène van Lamsweerde / Artist / Sellières, France. (Interview and photographs published in jane. by the grey attic, Australia 2018).
The second is a DIY naturally lit studio situation. Sandberg took these portraits as promo shots for a Norwegian film that came out in 2021 called The Worst Person In The World.
In terms of the portrait style I like that she plays with different - though only slight - angle changes on classic front on shots. The framing of the subject not always centered and I like the moodyness of the colours in combination with the lighting. The dark backdrop combined with bright yet diffused (what looks like natural light) makes for a fashion editorial-like aesthetic. The facial shadows are very soft yet the contrast is quite strong.
The light in the latter two look like top down but with the models face angle away it produces an almost split lighting effect in the second image and illuminates the back of the model in the second photo. The first photo looks super diffussed with no direct light source - but looks evenly light on both side of the face. However, unlike the latter two the first has no back lighting making the background darker and the subjects hair blend into it.
Joachim Trier, The Worst Person In The World (2021).
The third is from a series of photos Sandberg took of the Tucci family (Gianpaolo Tucci also happens to be a graphic designer and typographer who I heard speak at a type conference last year)
The two shots I chose were taken in two very different lighting situations. The one of the left looks like indoors with very diffuse lighting as there is minimal/light shadowing on the right side of the photo (reflector used for this?). The right photo looks like an outdoor shot with very low sunlight or brighter light (or like a silver reflector) - to be able to get the defined shadow of the baby's head against her face.
Right (Gianpaolo Tucci): A relatively flat image in terms of highlights but offers enough contrast from his darker features (hair and clothing > something I noticed the impact of in my own photos). Only a slight catchlight in his right eye suggest no super strong light sources. Again I do like the off center framing of the subjects face - even with the face not being central to the frame its still balanced.
Left (Christina Bucardo): What I really like is the focus on the eyes, how they are the focus on the image yet aren't fully centered in the image nor are they in the foreground. But they have an intensity with the harsher light focused on that area of her face.
Gianpaolo Tucci, Christina Bucardo and León, Mitte Berlin, 2019
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I am thirstaay
Need Rubedo content NAO
We wants to make him feel good about himself. Make him forget all of the sht he's been through. I wanna give him things, like blowjobs and self-esteem
Just write comfortably in your on style, it doesn't matter if it's a short fic, I JUST WANNA MAKE HIM HAPPY.
I am a mad lass for not asking anonymously, but then I remembered everyone already knows I'm down bad for him lmao. Everybody would know it's me asking anyway
I- never thought I'd see the day my favourite artist asks me to write a fic for them-
A/N; I need a moment- I'm just speechless-
C/W; slight Mind-break, slight temperature play, praise kink, handjob, mentions of overstimulation, marking, slight Dacrophilia.
I hc that Albedo and Rubedo don't produce body heat, since they're not technically human.
GN!reader
Spoilers for 2.3 Shadow Amidst Snowstorms
The group was already in high tension of you missing due to the avalanche. They couldn't begin to search for you given the Imposter started to attack the six.
Meanwhile, you awoke to find yourself in a small cavern. The sounds of crackling fire got your attention. You took in your surroundings, taking note of the coat placed around your shoulder, and the bandage on your ankle.
'This coat, similar to Albedo's...'
"You're awake," You flinched at the new voice. Turning your body around, you come across a familiar face. Rubedo. At least that's what you call him.
"Oh, How the sketches paled in comparison to seeing you in person, Divine one... I've been waiting for this day to come..." He said, his palm resting itself onto your cheek, you gaze up to see the twisted admiration swirling deep inside his ocean blue eyes.
You're very aware of that kind of look, you've seen it in Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, and Venti.
"Rubedo..." You mumbled, despite the cold, a bead of sweat trailed down your cheek to which he wiped it away.
"I'm glad you remember me, I have a question for you~." He cheerfully said, plopping his body onto your lap like a small child. This kind of physical intimacy was no stranger to you, yet the eeriness of knowing this is the same man who wanted to take his brother's spotlight through any means necessary caught you off guard.
"Tell me, was my existence for naught? Was I destined to merely be a prototype? Answer me, my dear creator." He stroked your cheek lovingly.
"I believe that every existence in this world isn't without a purpose, as bleak as that purpose is. You have a reason for existing, your mother was just blind to see your value." You explained carefully, taking notes of his changes in expression.
"You desire all that your brother have, right? Love, compassion, something you never had.. I can see it. What if I let you experience something He hadn't gotten yet.?"
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"T-This feels In-Incredi- BLE~!"
"it does, doesn't it, my little gem? Such a beautiful melody coming from your lips, I wanna hear more~." You whispered into his ear, biting into the lobe.
You've spent a majority of your time biting and sucking every inch of his sensitive skin, singing soft praises that made his stomach coiled more times than he'd admit.
The intensity of your ministrations, adding to your eagerness to hear his voice, left his mind blank. Slowly, he's turning into a broken record, unable to control his tone and jumbled words spew out of his mouth.
Rubbing his sensitive tip send shivers down his spine, fueling the knot in his stomach and gets him releasing a clear substance as his body gave out.
But, no you didn't stop. You felt pity towards the poor boy, and so, you draw out more out of him, with him babbling until he lost all coherency.
You stopped when you felt his back slumped towards you, chest heaving up and down, struggling to stay calm.
You smiled at him, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my dear❣️"
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omg i love prompts, and congrats on 100 followers !! <33 how about "i never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together" with batman!damian?
354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together," with Damian Wayne.
ty!! I love prompts too cause they force me to be more creative than usual, which ya girl struggles with. Batman!Dami was an exquisite choice 👌
A needy moan fell from Damian's lips.
You chased the taste of it, cupping where the soft edge of his hair met his neck to swallow his sounds. Post-patrol sex was fifty-fifty for Damian - either it was the last thing on his case-honed mind, or the necessary stretch his overworked body was dying for. Now, his muscles seemed to float under his skin without tension. Sometimes, your hands would flutter over a bruise or your lips would meet a bandage, but each minor pang was a worthy sacrifice to withstand. You kissed him. The fist of control Damian held over himself unwound, finger by finger.
You tilted back, hands sunk in the sheets behind you, and rolled your hips onto his dick. There was so much to look at that Damian's mind went blank, piercing eyes dizzying over your flush body. His hand braced on your warm waist and pressed into your belly. Damian watched your face steam with lust, watched your pussy fill itself with him until your weight settled on his lap again.
"Yes," Damian hissed, meeting your hips with his.
The tiny plea you gave him was too precious to be bought. "Look at what you do to me, Damian... fuck, baby, look..."
You whimpered at his fullness. The sound guided his eyes to your union, where the outer ring of your cunt wrapped snugly around Damian's girth.
"So full?" Damian cooed. His thumb languished at your clit, circling it in lazy circles. "You're practically bursting with me, beloved..."
You kissed him, wet and wanting and giggling. "Gonna - ah, split me in two, bats."
Niether of you put much effort into moving. You didn't have to, with Damian's injuries and your shared laziness. He liked to soak in each feeling you gave him, and you were content to be studied, so long as his gaze wandered and lingered. It never failed to. Just sitting cozy in his lap was nice, anyway. You'd managed to rip off everything but Batman's leggings, and the armored plates scratched pleasantly at your thighs and ass, putting imprints in your skin the longer you saddled him. His belt, boots and gloves were all over your room, lit by the wall-by-wall view of Gotham. It was too early in the morning for any sun, so you made out Damian's face by the angular planes of golden light framing his skin. Admiring him turned you into an artist. You could plot the shape of the light on his abs well enough to paint, and match it to the gleaming color of his eyes in the shadows.
A hand on your back fished your top half back to him, lips ready and eyes feathered closed for a kiss. Damian hummed when you gave him what he wanted. The sound vibrated low in his chest, thrumming through your own rib cage and filling your heart. Even just that movement stimulated you both. Usually, Damian's skill and determination could ensure at least five rounds of hungry, filthy sex, but his voice is tired and his hands are soft. Niether of you want to rush this. Niether of you need to, because the simple pleasure of kissing is enough to make you cum.
Damian cups your jaw in one hand, almost wrapping his hand around your throat. You're so close that you can taste the shape of each word on his lips. "Perhaps we should fall asleep like this," he humors, blinking lasciviously, "use you as my little cock warmer."
"M' too close," you shake your head. "I can sit on your lap when you work tomorrow. Just some Justice League reports, right?"
Damian scowls, "I don't want to think about Kent while my dick is inside you."
Your blush sinks into his neck and hides there, pressing your nose into his shoulder. Damian's heart flutters when you kiss his pulse. "Then what do you want to think about?"
His warm, calloused fingers play with your hair and enjoy how attached to him you are. You're barely touching the bed. With Damian's cock sheathed all the way inside your sore pussy, you're on him in every other way too, chest to chest, face to face. You're only brought closer when you embrace him around the neck, prompting Damian to scoop you up around your lower back and nuzzle into your cheek. Even the tiniest squeeze forces his eyes shut in bliss - your walls cushion him just right, and pool slick down his thighs. Touching himself was fine when the moment called for it, but nothing could beat this slickness, this velvet.
"You," Damian admits. He gave himself an arm to brace against the plush mattress, then stirred his hips up into yours, faster and faster, "t-touching you... your stomach, your breasts..."
Politely, you pushed your chest deeper into his. He felt your weight move to your knees. "A-ah! Yeah? W-what else?"
"Making love to you while you wear - wear my shirt. Pushing it over your chest, f-fucking you," Damian grit, "the face you make when I make you cum."
Your nose withdrew from his neck and bumped against his, your foreheads together. Arousal burned in your gaze like boiling steam, and you trapped him there, palms on his cheeks, forcing him to watch your lashes flutter and lips part each time Damian plunged deeper. He twisted just out of your hold and slammed his mouth to yours, groans unrestrained - you rode him until his legs were sore, until cum surged into your cunt, so much, liquid spilling in thick ropes down your thighs.
He thrusted and kissed you until you both were sweaty and cum-slick, mouths slowing, breath laboring. Damian released you from a particularly wet kiss, lips popping. He fell onto his back and sunk into the memory foam, sucking down air. You knotted your trembelling fist around the edge of his waistband and panted. The orgasms dragged on as the sex had, languid and exhausted. You waited until your pussy stopped urging his cock to throb to dismount him. This, too, took forever, but Damian's grin only grew as he absorbed your satisfaction. He'd performed well. Damian always did, but that fact was never missed by his ego.
You dropped your ass down on his stomach instead, letting his cock breathe. Like him, you collapsed forwards, squeezing his waist with your calves and snuggling Damian's chest. When his orgasm had faded to a distant warmth tingling in his gut, he was struck with the feeling that no one else had ever done this for him, and perhaps no one else ever would. Sex had once been nothing but a manipulation to him, but this was... this was special. This was something a devil like him should've never been able to treasure, and yet you'd shared it with him. Shared yourself. He hugged you to his chest, heart pounding.
"I never realized how meaningful sex could be," Damian said, slowly, "until you. I... I love you, Y/N."
You pressed a smiling kiss into his chest. "And I love you, Damian. Anytime."
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