Back from the abyss to share a lil colored sketch

Plus some random lil doodles

Ik you said you’re on break but that’s okay! I can wait lmao

I’m obsessed with your yandere lu writings. I would love a yandere Time x fem reader where he like extra creeps on reader? I’m talking like spying on them n shit and maybe stealing an article of clothing just bc it smells like them

Lord help me that sounds so weird

Why am I like this

Help

Thank you so much for requesting for my boy Time!

Notes: No no I like your way of thinking, give me your worst. Me, personally, I can be way worse than that lol

In fact, I may have accidentally made this creepier than I meant to, idk

By the way, when I said underpants in this I meant those white pants thing Link uses, which is probably called tights or something, but I didn't want you guys to read this and imagine reader with, like, fishnets by accident lmao

Time has anxiety and I'll not elaborate

I was gonna post this tomorrow, but ya know

TWs: Yanderism, stalking, suggestiveness, clothing stealing.

Yandere! LU! Time x Reader

In a way, Time was like a cat.

There was no way you could just ignore random articles of your clothes going missing every time you went to bath.

No matter where you went to clean yourself, it was like one part of your outfit was picked out by hand and evaporated, be it your undershirt, underpants, socks, and sometimes even your underwear!

You tried everything to prevent it, hiding your clothes, setting up traps… You only drew the line when it came to anything to do with poison, since you couldn't bear to possibly end up killing an innocent animal just for the sake of clothes.

Even if said clothes somehow always ended up randomly returning unscathed to the rest of your laundry.

Time and time again, this topic was brought up in conversations with the men you traveled alongside. Yet, for some reason, the matter was also time and time again swept under the rug. It never got solved, neither did it ever get discussed, more often than not.

Starkly different from your point of view, Time found it pretty cute how you got all fussy over some little clothes, clothes which he could easily just make you throw away and buy new ones, it's not like he was lacking the rupees for it, after all.

Yet, he couldn't find it within himself to keep pressing on that matter, not when you looked just so embarrassed protesting against the idea of throwing away your under clothes, stressing about how comfortable your clothes were and about how they were your favorite because of that exact reason.

From what he's noticed, you barely ever wore anything else, no matter how many clothes they could offer you, which was proof of just how much you adored that outfit, each part that composed it having been carefully thought out before being picked out by your hand back when they first went to the market to look for an appropriate Hyrulean attire for you.

It was more than obvious by now that you weren't planning on getting rid of it any time soon.

Still, despite all your best attempts to keep your clothes safe, you couldn't really stop them from randomly disappearing, that is, unless you stopped bathing, and that was something you obviously couldn't even consider doing.

So, you simply sighed with resolution as you took off your clothes to once again go into the river next to the camp, wanting to wash off any grime that may have rubbed on you from the last battle the Links went through before you guys left for the next village.

A little ways down in the same river, you knew the other men were washing themselves, that way, a scream would be all they needed know to come over to help you, should anything happen.

Not that anything had ever happened to you while you were bathing.

You kind of felt like you were being watched, but then again, you learned to not pay attention to that, after all, your brain always seemed to like playing tricks on you, be it making you think you saw the shadows in the corner of your eye moving, or strange noises coming from bushes, all of which always proved to be absolutely nothing at all. Especially the strangely distinctive smell of Time rubbing off on your clothes...

Besides, whenever you looked around yourself to see if your senses were correct, you'd only be able to hear the calm silence of the river waters, almost as if the fish itself held back from swimming every time you tensed up.

The regular calming ambiance noises returned when you finally stopped being paranoid, going back to washing yourself with a relieved sigh, knowing the feeling of being watched was just a product of your tricky mind.

Sound doesn't travel much underwater. Should it be sounds of heavy breathing, sounds of something much larger than the river fish swimming, or even the heavy sounds of metal boots sinking into the sandy floor of the river with every step their wearer took.

Time observed with certain amusement as you walked around the shallow part of the river, your head just above the surface, your feet dangling dangerously near the deeper part. One wrong step and you could risk drowning.  

However, you seemed to be having fun while cleaning yourself, enjoying the cool, clean water. The elder, though, was having his own fun watching you.

He had to give it to you though, no matter what you did, your movements were always so captivating to him. He had already seen a lot in his life, many races, creatures and even monsters. Yet you had such a… Human way of behaving. Even if humans were so alike hylians, you still seemed different in a way, a very good way in his eyes.

What was even more interesting to him was the fact that you were still different from the other humans he'd met through his life.

More often than not your actions were unpredictable and random, not at all serious, it was like you somehow weren't very phased after getting kicked out of whatever universe you originally belonged in and into another. An universe that was extremely dangerous and distinct from yours. His universe.

You were very, very far from your home, yet he could still see some of it in the way you spoke, behaved and reacted to the things and beings around you.

Sometimes, he'd catch himself becoming infatuated again with the stuff that he was already used to, simply because you seemed so surprised and excited by them. 

Things he saw in his everyday life and just happened to ignore. Places, people, animals, creatures, plants, you name it. You gave him a renewed view of life, the whole "enjoy the small things in life" a concept so simple that still managed to make him feel truly alive again.

When he was with you he felt like Hylia and the Golden Goddesses themselves were paying him back for all heroic deeds he performed. In his eyes, you saved him.

In no time, watching the stars with you became a new routine, you were always so interested in them, yet still didn't seem to mind when he preferred to do something else, as to avoid looking at the moon.

Therefore, counting and catching fireflies was the next best thing.

And before he even noticed, he had bought an extra satchel at the market just so he could collect and buy those things that reminded him of you, things he noticed you pointing out whenever you saw. Pretty rocks, shiny crystals, colorful shells, and even those silly little trinkets that, in his eyes were useless, yet brought happiness to yours.

You'd even managed to make him blush the other day, when you told him he was acting like a cat, placing gifts by your bedroll at night, while you were asleep.

Yes, you made him blush. Him, The elder, The Hero Of Time that was also The leader their group, a group made up of the strongest men known in the history of Hyrule.

But, in a way, you were actually correct. 

Cats are very attached to their favorite person, enough to follow them around and watch them do the most simple things, like sleeping, or bathing.

He didn't feel like admitting to those things though, especially not to stealing your clothes.

At first, he assured himself that he was doing all that watching just to make sure you were safe, after all, bathing time was the only moment of the day when you were “fully alone” or so you thought. Time would never forgive himself if you accidentally got hurt because of his lack of attention to you, even if the “hurt” in question was merely a scratch on your knee from accidentally slipping while bathing.

He knew better than anyone that too much peace meant something bad could happen at any time, and too little peace was even worse! Therefore, there was no middle ground, you needed to be protected at all times. And the fact he also got a little fun out of guarding you didn't hurt anyone. After all, what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.

He didn't even try lying to himself about stealing your clothes, he wasn't that delusional, after all, liking your smell didn't sound like too good of an excuse to tell you, should you find out about that little habit of his.

In a way, he wasn't even hidden right now, per say, he was just not in plain view. 

In fact, sometimes even hoped you saw him, so that he'd be able to stop just watching and join you already.

After all, you wouldn't be able to get hurt if he was right there beside you, right?

Let him keep pretending that's the only reason he wanted to join you in the bath.

(i hope this isn't overstepping in some way but the image came to me and i wanna share so)

clearing my throat

idk if vance would just let anyone dig around in his cyberware and inner workings but i think tiger would be very fascinated by the high tech he's going on in there.. all fancy and packed full with more cyberware most anyone could handle

he may be no ripper or even an expert in netrunning cyberware but you'd have to be a gonkbrain to not recognize the beauty of all this tech

oh no worries you're perfectly fine !! i always love it when people tell me they (or their ocs) wanna dig around in vance's mechanical guts :3

tiger...he's got a soft touch. even with his physical prowess and heft during his and vance's friendly scuffles, there's a gentle side to him. it's cautious; it's especially careful when it comes to machinery.

(gotta be, if you're working on less than preem truck engine's bits and kibble with such big, beaned paws)

trade in a mechanic's tools for a ripper's kit. i think vik would lend tiger his, so long as he brings them back clean.

vance's tattoos conceal the realskinn seams on his torso; even if he had unmarked skin, you'd have a hard time finding the seams just by looking. touch him--gently, of course. notice how goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch. how he watches your every move, not out of fear--but interest.

he's used to being studied; poked; prodded; adjusted.

this soft appraisal...he's not sure how to feel about it yet.

so, keep going; make him forget how to decide.

there's a specific tool in a ripper's kit tiger's gonna need. it's a flat-headed wedge; vik uses to pop open the panels of his patient's cyberware.

wedge it here, in the line where vance's torso ends and his arm socket begins. do the same on the other side. easy now. don't brute force it; it'll open if it's meant to open.

congrats! the front of his torso should pop off now. yes, it should come off--it's gonna look weird. don't think about it too hard.

you have now peeled vance back to the first layer of his machinery.

his biomonitor hums red and organic-like from within his titanium ribcage. his pulmonary implants--which are vaguely lung shaped and black, covered in a white, hexagonal cooling mesh--start rising and falling that much faster.

apart from his mechanical biological necessities, his guts are a mass of thick, red, braided wires; open and occupied ports and free data shard storage units; white biolights blinking almost sleepily; arasaka's name and logo embossed or carved or branded into each individual piece of tech.

if tiger pressed his paw pads against any of those parts, they'd hum, warm, in response.

if tiger ran his fingers up and down the wires that constitute vance's central nervous system, vance would shiver.

the layers of his machinery go two more, up to his spine. tiger would find more wires, lights. vance's cyberdeck, also, a spidery, kitbashed thing comprised of golden microchip lines and little silver messages for arasaka techie eyes only.

he's less than comfortable with people accessing him that deeply, though, so the first layer will have to do for now.

he is a beautiful piece of technology, that much is true. he's top of the line; the be-all-and-end-all of arasaka's dedicated netrunning tech; horrifically unique.

while messing around in there--unplugging shit willy nilly, slotting random shards and cables into his free ports, that sort of thing--is extremely dangerous, a little curiosity would never hurt vance.

if anything' he'd encourage it; he's a big nerd for tech, especially of the netrunning kind. he could go on for hours and hours about efficiency and cyberspace and deep diving (even if he can't do that last one anymore).

if tiger wanted to lean over vance like he was another engine in need of observation, box him in on a ripper's chair, or wherever they're doing this appraisal, if tiger thought his parts beautiful...

keep looking; make him remember how to preen under close examination.

Random thought : taking a body shot off homelander???? I have never done a body shot idk where this thought came from but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ had to share I hope that’s okay 😂

This can't be happening. This can't be happening.

One minute you were just one person in a crowded outdoor plaza, cheering the appearance of America's favorite superhero as he descends from the sky, and then the next someone was shouting for body shots. Now you've been shunted into an open circle within the crowd, just you and him. The Homelander, who has been convinced to put on a bit of a show by the roaring crowd. There's a line of salt on his neck, a cut lime held between his perfect, pearly white teeth, framed by grinning lips. You, meanwhile, are the sacrificial lamb of the evening. He pointed to you himself, you remember in a haze.

Homelander looks pleasantly exasperated with the crowd, ever the martyr for his fans. He beckons you towards him with gloved hands, making an encouraging little sound around the lime wedge at your hesitation. You lick your lips, a shot of tequila in hand, laughing in nervous energy, equal parts exhilarated and bewildered. Once you're close enough to smell his cologne—which smells of leather and freshly cut grass, by the way—he settles his warm gloved hands on your shoulders, steadying you, and tilts his head to the side, perfectly exposing his salted throat to you. He winks at you, making your knees feel like jelly, before he guides you in closer. Leaning in the rest of the way, you drag your tongue along the line of salt, and then tip your head back to quickly knock back the shot while the crowd goes wild all around you, the cacophony of their cheers only adding to the surreal delirium. You swallow, savoring the burn at the back of your throat. When you bring your gaze back down, Homelander's face is inches from yours, and your heart jumps loud against your chest. His eyes are half lidded. He tips his chin up slightly, and it takes you a second too long to remember the lime. You part your lips for it, and he closes the gap, moving a hand from your shoulder to the back of your head. You barely feel the brush of his lips against yours before he bites down on the lime, juice spilling from his mouth into yours, down your chin and your chest. He pushes the lime into your mouth with his tongue just before you part. "Atta girl," you hear him say in that honied voice, the words settling in you like a heavy, warm weight. "You're a natural." Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the adrenaline, but something possesses you, and after you take the lime from between your lips, you say, "Thanks, I'm good with my mouth."

Homelander's brows shoot up, and you think the line of his smile goes from pleasant and showboating to intrigued. His gaze flickers down your body, where your shirt is wet with most of the juice from the lime, before he meets your eye again. "Sorry about the shirt," he says. He doesn't sound sorry. "How about I give you a lift home to make up for it?" Oh my god. Oh my god.

"Only if it's your home," you say, wondering who the fuck is in control of your mouth right now, because it sure doesn't feel like you are. Either way, your forwardness seems to pay off. Homelander is full on grinning now. "Well, who am I to deny a beautiful, talented young woman?" he coos, hooking his arm behind your knees to scoop you up into his arms. The crowd around you hollers in drunken enthusiasm and delight as Homelander floats up from the ground, cradling you against his chest. You'll never again be able to taste lime without thinking about the night you landed the Homelander.

Another ask!! 🌚🌚 For the white shirts and the Virgin of Mt. Heredosa?

i was HOPING someone would ask about the white shirts cuz that’s the story i really wanted to just talk about lmao because honestly idk when i’ll ever commit to writing it but i have so many thoughts about it (cuz ive had this wip since an abandoned roleplay in middle school LMAOOOO)

so tw for Heavy spoilers of 2 of my wips and death, ambiguous and or slightly dubious (perhaps) relationships, sex, aaannnnnd manipulation or.. is it? 👀

THE WHITE SHIRTS

so, to fully explain the white shirts—it takes place at the tail end of an apocalyptic mega event (removed by a few decades). prosper and jane morning (twins) were born during this time and live in a small town in what was once middle-america where fires are frequent and the HQ of their “village” is out of a gutted old fire department building from the before times. jane is more of an optimist while prosper is more of a pessimist but they care for each other fiercely; they’re attached at the hip. all of this changes when the titular White Shirts (dubbed this by jane) come to their town in sleek black lincoln town cars (from the old days), white button downs, shades, and slacks. they also have machine guns and uHHHHH unfortunately slaughter everyone in the town. prop and jane manage to escape this random violent act, however, they are pursued because no one was supposed to make it out alive and tbh they don’t even know why they’re being hunted. when they manage to make it to one of the abandoned “old days” cities, they run into someone else who’s alive: a boy named marin. and i want to specify ages now, prop & jane are 16 and marin is 19 — and that “slight” age gap is important tm. anyway prop doesn’t trust marin immediately but jane is softened by the fact that marin is injured AND he knows that they’re running from the white shirts because he is too. it turns out marin came from what was once california and has been running from the white shirts ever since because he Also wasn’t supposed to escape. he calls them something else but quickly adopts the name white shirts like jane. prop doesn’t want him traveling with them but they’re forced to worry about that later when the white shirts descend upon them and they have to flee again, marin’s smarts proving to be very useful (since prop and jane were p sheltered. well, sheltered for an apocalypse anyway). marin tells them that his goal is to head to the east coast to get on a ship that goes to the rest of the world to try and escape the white shirts and with no other plan, prop and jane decide to follow him. during this time, the three become close. ish. jane is definitely the glue that holds them together but prop and marin definitely have TENSION, which ends with them making out at one point while jane is off … idk somewhere. she volunteered to find supplies or something bc it’s possible prop is also injured by this point whatever. it’s fucked tho bc while they’re making out and jane is off, she’s captured by white shirts and long story short she ends up being killed which nearly breaks prop. but marin keeps pushing him and them to make it to the coast bc he’s like listen jane wouldn’t want you to stop she would want us to escape, and prop is all she would’ve wanted me to save her it’s a mess. marin uses the newly established physical nature of their relationship to distract prop and keep him from the deepest throes of grief and they keep pushing to make it to the coast, managing to hop on a still working train line heading there. the train is hijacked by white shirts and more pandemonium ensues, which ends up with prop deciding he’s going to blow up the train and he pushes marin into the main engine after kissing him a final time, saying he’s going to see jane. it’s clearly implied he dies in the explosion, and marin continues on, making it to the east coast. when there, he sees how much more advanced it is than the west coast and middle america and he’s able to gain passage to a ship to europe. the book would end with some line referencing prop’s name (prosper) and would end ambiguously cuz you dk what happens fully to marin.

so, there’s a lot of STUFF going on with this story, and a lot of things that i know will make people FEEL some type of way and part of that's the point. there's a reason that marin is purposefully older than prop and jane: i want him to feel ambiguous and i want the reader to be more on the side of prop who are somewhat suspicious of him. none of marin's actions FULLY make it so that he's a bad guy; like he still goes out of his way to help prop and jane and he genuinely grows to care about the two of them, but i want it to still be left ambiguous at the end if he decided to travel with prop and jane so that he could use them as meat shields to get to the coast? type energy yknow. the fact that he and prop have a physical relationship as well with somewhat dubcon vibes after jane's death is also a thing bc prop is consenting to the stuff that they do but he's also completely grief-stricken. and while 16 adn 19 is only three years i KNOW people are going to argue that its a problematic age gap and tbh i want that bc it adds credibility to marin being an enigma of a character. i want people to not know what to think of him because all we know about him (aside from his actions) are all based on what he tells us. we never get flashbacks to his backstory, and maybe some of the things he said are a bit contradictory and that's part of it. its also the fact that we end the story with marin. the guy we know nothing really about after watching the twins go through it and inadvertedly save his life time after time even since they first met, yet it seems like he almost dragged them into this.

but at the same time you remember that prop and jane were being hunted anyway. that marin in the beginning offers to go his own way, and refuses jane's help but she insists. that jane insists to go foraging on her own because she doesn't want to be a burden on the two of them that are already injured. that prop clings to marin, even if he pulls away because he's crying while their kissing because he wants to feel something. so imo you can argue that marin is also just a guy who is also stuck in a shitty situation just the same as them and unfortunately even though he tried to save them by bringing him with them, they weren't meant to live. obviously i am (as the author) a bit more sympathetic to marin BUT i really do like the ambiguity, just as i like the ambiguity of the white shirts in general. i'm never going to go into detail about what they want or why they're trying to hunt and kill them, that's not important. what's important is the relationship between these three characters, survivor's guilt, and how to power through grief, or let it consume you. yknow?

i also didn't realize it until now but its also definitely got some parallels to slavery and the black struggle bc all of the characters (prop, marin and jane) are black, meanwhile the white shirts along with wearing white shirts are also. well. yknow. its almost like a reverse underground railroad situation going from deep in america to the east coast to lands beyond on a boat. that was unintentional but it exists and sure you can look at it from that angle.

there's probably more i could ramble about because i have a lot of Thoughts about this wip i just unfortunately don't have the brain power to sit down and try to write it lol. maybe one day though!!

THE VIRGIN OF MOUNT HEREDOSA

this wip is a take on the "age old" question: if you were being sacrificed to a deity because you were a virgin, could you nullify your eligibility by no longer being a virgin?

nyoka is a xenabi, this universe's word for foreigner and came to this particular city (that is not named LMAO) when they were just a child because their parents were traveling merchants. unfortunately, their parents passed away during a plague at the time, and orphan nyoka was taken in by the sanctuary (or the religious body of the city). it seems like a kind gesture at first, but in actuality the caveat for them taking nyoka in is that they will be eventually sacrificed to the city's deities and so they have to adhere to a vegetarian diet and "keep pure" until its decided that its their time. unlike some of the other people who were "rescued" by the sanctuary, nyoka never adheres or converts to the religion in question and has been trying to find ways to escape being a sacrifice and they constantly get in trouble for sneaking out. one day in another attempt, they are stopped, caught, and then called before the council of elders where they learn that the next full moon, which is like a short amount of time (either 3-5 days or smthn) away, they're going to be thrown into the volcano as a sacrifice.

nyoka is freaking out. eating meat won't buy them time, they realize what they have to do is become not a virgin. after they learn this they are able to successfully sneak out the next day and during the daytime they meet a handsome spice merchant who is also a foreigner in this land. the two of them hit it off, though nyoka doesn't tell him of their predicament and the spice merchant offers them food. as the sun sets nyoka realizes they have to go to start their plan to become not a virgin and so they hurry off to the red light district. there, they manage to hide the fact that they're a sacrifice (all sacrifices are branded with magic so that people will know they are to be sacrificed) and sell themselves to a brothel for the night and they are quickly purchased when its discovered they're a virgin. when they're taken to a back room, the patron quickly discovers they're a sacrifice and flees, making a huge ruckus and nyoka is thrown out of the brothel (because people are terrified that if they taint a sacrifice that the gods will come for them). the sanctuary is called and nyoka is dragged back and locked in solitary confinement until they're supposed to die.

however, they manage to sneak out again despite the added restrictions but even still are late for their planned meeting with the spice merchant, the sun is nearly set. when they do meet, nyoka ends up breaking down and explaining everything that happened and how they're probably going to die tomorrow and the spice merchant offers to take nyoka back to his home since they "have nothing to live for". instead of going back into the city, the spice merchant leads them deep into the jungle until they are standing before a giant seemingly dilapidated mansion, however inside is warm and inviting. they talk and nyoka learns the spice merchant's name, verin. if they paid attention to the religion this would have perhaps tipped them off sooner because verin is the name of the god of destruction who was cast off of the volcano by the other gods in this city's religion. verin flirts openly with nyoka who doesn't seem to understand what he's hinting at, until finally, he laughs and asks them if they're too shy to ask for his help. nyoka doesn't understand and verin explains that if they no longer wish to be a virgin, he'd be happy to help them with that "problem" to save their life.

then they fuck PFFFF and while this happens, verin changes from a beautiful dark skinned man into a larger 4-armed, blue skinned deity and nyoka FINALLY puts together that he's not human LMAO. hashtag this is monster-fucker territory. but as they're yknow, nyoka's sacrifice mark disappears.

the next morning when they wake up, verin is still in his deity form and he does tell them that they're free the mark is gone, what will they do. nyoka isn't sure, but then decides that they want to travel with verin, and thus they head back into the city to get supplies for their trip. while there, they run into those from the sanctuary who have been looking for nyoka all night and when they try to grab them, nyoka informs them that they're no longer a virgin and thus can't be sacrificed. when its discovered their mark is gone, this enrages the head mother and she tries to kill nyoka, but verin steps in and stops her, burning the woman with acid. this is very reminiscent of stuff from their deity lore and the other nuns (or whatever) realize that he's verin the destroyer and thinks nyoka has been bewitched. nyoka shuts that shit down, says they love him, and throws their shoe at them until verin drags them away, laughing for how sweet it is for them to try and defend his honor. later that evening they've finished packing for their journey and then head off into the night to explore the rest of the world that nyoka has never seen.

this story is definitely a short story and technically i've started writing it. i may try to finish it soon cuz i get excited for it whenever i think about it BUT i dont wanna put too much pressure on myself to. its also supposed to feel folk-tale like! i love nyoka and verin they're so sweet and so good for each other <3

My little submission for the match ups!

I just wanna see who you'll pair me up with!

song I'm hyper fixated in rn is your on your own kid by Taylor Swift the lines "I gave my blood sweat and tears for this" idk I guess it's just cool and I'm academically tired and relate to it

my ennagram type is 5w9 ISTP

video essays are absolutely awesome probably my fav vids! my favorite ones would be like the timeline of a story based/lore based game or some arg stuff

I never really had a childhood friend so I wouldn't know but the closest I had for a childhood friend is a toy I have that I pretend came alive- basically it's a white cat stuffed animal with blue eyes and a pink ribbon

my go-to way of falling asleep I guess is just the good ol' lay down and close my eyes tactic

favorite of redacted would be Geordi's throwback audio and Vincent's throwback with stranger too also Damien's non canon romances audio

Ollie and Aaron I guess I just don't get the appeal of office people

tangled, I watched it so much I practically memorized it

Asher! he's so cool and chill totally would be friends with him and his shenanigans

my favorite playlist would be my Taylor swift playlist- idk other songs just got boring and I just remembered the extensive amount of songe genre Taylor dabbles in and how I love all of it

guilty pleasure media... bf audios no comment

some random stuff Abt me would be:

I love blue! alot, it's just my fav color ig, I kin alot of the "tough on the outside, soft on the inside characters" ex. darlin', Shenhe. And that's it! excited to see who you pair me up with!

Hmmmm~ I think you and your match have a lot in common but just enough not in common to keep things interesting, to keep you from clashing. You and Damien would have a very interesting but very functional relationship.

I think you and Damien share the same Enneagram and MBTI, both characterized by an independent intelligence, capable and ambitious and curious. (This is supported by you being academically tired.) I think putting two people like that together can be really beneficial in keeping one another in check, in making sure the other doesn’t burn out, you know? There’d be a lot of checking one another’s work, late nights getting junk food and study fuel, helping each other keep an eye on deadlines, and making sure some essential self-care is done no matter what,

With that in mind, I think y’all would be so cute and so… him. Like, I don’t think he loves Taylor Swift, but I think he went about getting you Eras tickets like a man on a mission. He had the whole DAMN crew on ticketmaster and on the phone, coordinating, and drove you there and picked you up so you wouldn’t get gouged by uber surge prices. He buys little blue trinkets when he’s out shopping to let you know he’s thinking about you, because he’d be a penguin-pebbling kind of guy. A relationship with Damien is full of functional, practical but undeniable shows of his love.

Song:

And I've always lived like this/ Keeping a comfortable, distance/ And up until now/ I had sworn to myself that I'm content/ With loneliness/ Because none of it was ever worth the risk/ But, you are, the only exception

Delightful, I’ve been waiting for the right match-up to use this song! Damien is such a loving, darling, tsundere motherfucker, and though I focused on what your established relationship together would look like, it’s also so fun to think about the whole falling in love process. I could see a great friends to lovers, maybe even rivals to lovers dynamic, that has the two of you slowly getting closer and wearing down those tsundere walls of his until you become his only exception.

Runner-ups:

Guy would be a cute match for you because one, he strikes me as the biggest Swiftie of the redacted bois and two, I think he’d be a good contrast to you where Damien compares, you know? James, I like for a lot of the same reasons as Damien, but I liked Damien more since you’re both students.

note: thank you so much for waiting 💙

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

Character from the earlier part of my dream.

I thought she was gonna die for sure until she threw the cloak off and revealed the metal wings which she used to deflect the weapon (bullet?? throwing knife??? IDK)

Green themed with a pink-red eye.

Don't know what her name is.

The plot was one of her friends in the Resistance had just died and the mission the friend was supposed to be on got called off, so she went to do it instead in secret because it was important but everyone else was too upset.

[ID: A collection of simple black and white drawings. From left to right and top to bottom, they show: A character's face, with a single eye on the right and nothing on the left, with no mouth or nose, wearing a short crown, with hair that is short or pulled back, with some bangs hanging down under the crown, between two short, stubby horns. Text labels parts, "little horns - juvenile???" "One eye, no mouth??? no nose???" with three questionmarks for emphasis. After this is a scribbled drawing of a person in a cloak with the hood up, labeled, "cloak 4 disguise", which points below the first drawing, showing the hood down and the cloak pulled to the sides, but the middle where clothes would go labeled, "IDK". Last is a stick figure drawing of the same character, with large wings emerging from around her middle, labeled, "metal wings at waist height - no tail?" End ID.]

adding color on my laptop since my phone doesn't show them correctly.

Edit: Here's the color version:

[ID: The same art as above, now with digital color added, mostly going outside the lines. The character's skin is grey-pink, with pearly white horns, and a magenta eye. She has light green hair and a yellow crown. Her cloak is lighter green, with a white collar. Her wings are a gradient of dark green, to blue, to dark blue, to sudden bronze at the tips, with lighter highlights and darker shadows to show they reflect light like metal. End ID.]

the later part of my dream was we had an attic with a window with a tiny ledge outside it and a random cat somehow got stuck on the ledge, and I was trying to rescue it, but a fucking tiny little OWL came and decided to investigate and was just hopping around the ledge staring in at me, not even paying attention to the cat. And then the owl must have been sentient or something because it figured out that the attic had a ventilation flap of some kind and GOT INSIDE and then just immediately ran down the hall and downstairs to cause further chaos with our cats. And yes ran. Scampered. So then I had to pull the window open for the cat that was outside so it could come inside and not fall to its death and then sprinted downstairs trying to figure out where the hell the butterfly nets had gone so I could now rescue the owl from our cats.

Oh also, this character art, concept, and design is public domain because I'm probably never going to do anything with her. have fun. she doesn't even have a name so you'll have to come up with one yourselves.

Idea came from @autisticartate

Idk where the random white line on ecolo's sprite came from

Don't worry, Tee drawing is coming today (with bonus O)

Jaws – Analysis

my video about it:

More or less the same thing as text:

I want to start with a quote from Vessel about jaws:

“Our jaws are the tools we have to rend apart,"Him (Vessel) explains. "They show our concealed aggression, and take something once hidden and burst it apart. You don't know someone until you have seen them destroy something. Jaws is an exploration of the frustration which accompanies the sense that someone close to you is hiding their true self.”

I just wrote about that but the sake of this I will put it in here as well:

This is stuck in my head!

Not all of it but “you don't know someone until you have seen them destroy something.”

I guess Vessel would have had some fun with me?! Not now but back in the day when my impulse control was zero when it came to anger.

This is what I connect this with. The DSM 5 XD.

“Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger”

and also “Impulsivity”.

I still remember being taken over by blind rage. It really feels like something else takes you over and acts for you. It's very surreal. I seem so calm. I am very calm now. I have discovered a source of calmness within me. But back in the day...I destroyed many things. Since he talks about things.

I loved smashing cellphones against walls especially. I don't remember how many phones I crashed. It's just what you do when your someone you obsess over is not responding they way you want them to. Right?! Right?! Why not?! XD.

Does lashing out really bad also count as destroying something? I was good at that, too.

So Vessel? Do you like that?! XD

Don't take this too serious. I mean I was like that but that was a really long time ago.

That quote just really resonates with me.

“stand under the stained glass and I will know it's you”

Seems like he liked to meet someone at a certain place.

“the whites from your eyes burn from across the room”

This makes me think about two things.

Someone having their eyes really white open so they can see better. Maybe because it's dark? Or there are dimmed lights?

And also I have this connected with white matter in our brain for some reason. I do not want to go into the depths of this, though. But I wanted to mention it. It can be seen is “higher dimension” within us. Don't ask me about it because that's all I remember about a complicated subject.

I also like that he says “burn from across the room”. This makes me think about a deep desire to be with someone.

“And I'm not here to be the saviour you long for

only the one you don't”

It seems to me that this saviour idea can be found in multiple places throughout the whole discography.

I know I'm repeating myself but something that I have learned is that you can only safe yourself as hard as this may sound or seem.

“are you watching me with eyes of a predator

as you move towards the door”

I don't fully understand this because in the beginning it sounded like he was happy to see someone/something, that probably being Sleep but now he says something about eyes of a predator. That does not sound so cheerful anymore.

He mentions a door again like in Nazareth. I really wonder where this might come from. Maybe those doors are connected? Maybe it's just something so random and I'm overthinking this. Or maybe this door is pointing towards the astral realm?! I really don't know.

“show me those pretty white jaws

show me where the delicate stops”

This reminds me about what Vessel actually said that someone maybe was not being their true self around him. I feel like all of those lines that start with “show me” sound kind of demanding and almost dominant. He uses “show me” quite a lot. It really feels like he is begging someone to show their true self.

This also reminds of this saying “actions speak louder than words”. Maybe there was some sort of betrayal going on? Idk.

“show me what you've lost

and why you're always taking it slow”

This is kind of like what I just said.

But also I feel called out by this.

It reminds of “you play your twisted little game, I know I a way you need to complicate”.

Well....it's called personality disorder for a reason and yes I will test you XD.

If he means “it” like doing “it” then...well...thanks for calling me out again. Well Vessel I am working myself through trauma okay?! (Why does he know me soooo well...okay I'm just messing around.)

In general: I a have met nice humans. Humans that were attracted to me but I just did have no desire to sleep with them. It happens.

“show me what wounds you've got, show me love”

Scars...not wounds but I get it. To me this almost feels like he is offering something to someone. It's like saying “hey you can be honest with me, you can trust me.”

“Oh, and I, I believe we are locked

caged and always provoked

by prey left unattended”

That I don't fully understand.

Are they being provoked just because the prey is left unattended?

Idk. I don't see who is provoked. I just don't really get this part. There is also a contradiction here because the prey is unattended and the predator is locked and caged. But idk what to make of this. I'm sorry XD.

favorite thing about them

he's really fun and high energy, and when you look at it closely he's really just like a little son. He's just kind of weird and it's adorable!

least favorite thing about them

For some odd reason, I don't have one? His character is surprisingly strong

favorite line

either that one time during planet technopolis where he threatened to beat magnet (presumably like 4 years younger than him at the most) up or the fact that 30% of the time you kill him he screams so fucking loud and it's hillarious if not scary as heck at first because it just sounds like they blew the voice actor up in real life

brOTP

literal bros as in brothers again, but Red and White get along really well and as a writer it's adorable to see a less harsh side of Red whenever he's looking up to White. As a duo they're really funny and work surprisingly well. Also with him and Magnet, but the friendship part comes from them being "rivals" if anything, but i'm not too sure how to describe it other than it's fascinating. On another note, regarding that "writer" part, the same philosophy applies to Red and Aqua so it's fun whenever they get along. Especially since it can be seen that Red is acting like a good sibling, in a manner similar to White

OTP

Can't really see one.

nOTP

self explanatory

random headcanon

He and Pink watch the same TV shows, but have vastly different philosophies about what's going on in the shows, so it just sounds like they're both talking about nonsense if one were to observe them having watch parties together. And then Pretty gets involved (intended to watch more a serious ya show with Pink but then got wrapped up in fucking yugioh or whatever) and the whole thing sounds like they're arguing but they're actually having loads of fun

unpopular opinion

idk............ idk. Sometimes i think he should just be allowed to blow shit up i bet if white had sicced him on buggler as soon as he was born the entirety of r1 would've never happened

song i associate with them

something that came to mind was a weird tune on my phone where it was a hard-rock fast paced guitar solo, but it was shittily overlayed with the "BUNS KETCHUP PICKLE CHEESE" song from teen titans go. that's him when he cook burger with famil. It's not on my laptop so i'll show you later.

favorite picture of them

weird son that loves to eat tree bark (affectionate)

At this point you are all in this with me and i am officially making this man everyone’s problem. He came into my home office while i was on zoom and asked for a pen and paper only to later find out that he made one of those mind maps. It’s about Britin and there’s bunch of arrows about what all he thinks could happen in the future seasons, to how Britin is connected and there’s a section for Ethan and everything. He then gave me a 10 minute presentation while I took a break. It made zero sense but he swears it does. I wish I could send you all a picture of it cause one arrow that leads out of the middle (which he named ‘beautiful bastards’) is just called ‘what the actual fuck is going on’ and under it, it says ‘idk bro, we need more context.’

The summery of his presentation that was interrupted by his alarm for pills and him going ‘for fucks sake i cant have a minute with my thoughts anymore!’ (I fear he has had too many minutes with his thoughts) was basically: Britin is connected, he doesnt know how BUT(!) they are stuck together forever even if it all goes to hell. Which he says won’t happen bc their connection is too big and no type of idiot would ever fuck this up. (Can you tell how hard it’s to keep a poker face?) Justin is linked to Brian and Ethan and also for some reason Ted(?) he has yet to make sense of that one but he swore that once he makes sense of it, it’s gonna blow my mind. Ted and brian are also linked with dotted line and he said and i quote ‘it has some weird potential cause i like how he calls him Bri like me’ only other person linked is Daphne (she is also dotted linked to Brian bc he likes them together and thinks they could be besties IF daph doesn’t disappoint him with Ethan. He thinks she will help Brian win Justin back) now here are his theories of what could happen: -he thinks that to get back together they should be put in a situation where Justin has to pretend to be Brian and Brian would be Justin (he watched an ep of White Collar where they did something similar so he got inspired but in his words he ‘made it gay’) the gay part is: role reverse sugar daddy/Justin would be forced to spend Brians money on Brian (this made me laugh bc of you) and somehow that would lead to them fucking -justin hits michael bc he still kinda hates him and he needs it to happen BUT he wants mikey to hit Justin back for Brian (since he can’t do it) which leads to Britin making up -justin breaks up with ethan bc of his ugly facial hair -justin and brian cheat together on ethan, he hates cheating but is willing to look the other way for them -brian hits ethan bc he hates his smug face and he wants Brian to hit someone -brian wins back justin and i quote ‘bri and i have yet to decide if we are okay with this one tho cause Bri is more than a consolation prize’ And for the Ethan points: there are only 4 thing’s written under his name: -i hate him, -he has a dumb goatee that makes no sense, like how does he shave that?(this was an entire 5 min long rant), -he’s not even good at playing that fucking ukulele -i hate how he talks when he says french stuff

My new favorite bit of his is the refusal to acknowledge that Ethan plays violin. Yesterday he told our mom that he plays the triangle. And i feel like it’s only right for you to know that: 1)he taped this paper on the wall next to the tv (it is an empty wall and then just a random piece of paper in the middle of it and that is all..) and 2) he did ALL this before 9 am.

I was going to send you this after we’d get back from the doctor later today but I am literally writing this while “working” cause he came back in the room to get more markers without saying a word and i am just hoping i don’t find any more papers taped on my wall when I get out of this meeting.

We welcome this man as all our problem. He’s got people going back and rewatching Ethan scenes to see if his theory that Justin’s artwork was an image of Britin. We are all in this together.

He’s gone full conspiracy theory. Too many minutes with his thoughts is right. I’m dying.

But also his theories are not entirely wrong - Randy and Scott have said they thought Justin and Ted would get along. And of course we know that Brian hires Ted for Kinnetik and they become bros. And Daphne is Britin’s biggest shipper. She DOES help them get back together. And there is hitting with Michael involved over Justin. And there is cheating involved in Justin and Ethan breaking up. He is not wrong, anon, is the point.

Cracking up about the reverse sugar daddy situation.

Dyinggg over refusing to say he plays the violin. Kind of how his beloved Bri Bri refuses to call Ethan by his name.

I’m sorry your wall has been defaced with this conspiracy theory map. But also impressed.

ok y’all know that spider oc I made a while ago? I edited him a bit (a lot) and decided to post it so here it is (I cannot draw so it’s just a description)

Name: Adler Lee

Nationality: Australian

Hero name: Agent Spider

Age:28

How long has he been spider-man? 13 years

Dimension: Earth-8121

Friends: Hobie, Spider Noir, Peter B, Jess (kinda), Gwen, Pav and pretty much the rest of the main cast.

Enjoys: Cooking, writing, photography, boxing, watching movies, reading, video production and sewing

Normal job: Film crew and part time bartender

Fun facts he has SPD (sensory processing disorder) and sometimes is out wearing headphones and sunglasses. He also might suddenly shut down due to it. 

He also has dyspraxia but he learned how to do things in a way where he won’t get killed while being spider-man (the spider senses helped him a lot)

Another fun fact he can play the guitar and saxophone 

Uranic (only attracted to men/masc presenting non binary people) and ftm trans.

Normal outfit:

Black loose fitting shorts with big pockets. (tight at waist, loose everywhere else. Looks like a trapezoid)

A thin green-brown checkered button down

maybe a white shirt under if he’s feeling sophisticated

all white baseball cap (backwards always)

dirty old converse

a bandaid on his nose and on his cheek (somehow always getting cuts there)

those 3d glasses from the movie theater (he loves them)

headphones around neck

Spider suit:

White to dark purple fade

hood

white lines all over

purple lines on the hood

triangle patters at the legs

sleeveless

blue gloves

tinted eyeholes for SPD

microphones so he can hear better (helping for dyspraxia)

physical description:

poofy light brown hair

brown skin

prosthetic left arm (i’ll get into it later

green eyes

buff

6 foot 4

thick accent (he also swears a lot and uses a bunch of Australian slang)

prosthetic arm

Good traits:

confident

respectful

Charming (ish)

easygoing

realist

stable

funny

witty

bold

flexible

cool older brother energy

neutral qualities

impulsive

stubborn

SWEARING :0

carefree

somewhat secretive 

all over the place

messy

sneaky

bad qualities:

brutally honest

overly sarcastic

VERY blunt

harsh (if he doesn’t like you)

Protective

unpredictable 

cunning when he wants to be

unruly 

careless

habits

always rubbing shirt

cracks knuckles when nervous

rocks himself from side to side or back and forth

cannot sit right at all

somehow has everything that everyone needs like you need pads? dude has some of all sizes as well as tampons. Water? BOOM. Cold water bottles. he’s magical

never remembers whatever people say

yet he somehow remembers people’s habits and schedules 

speaking of schedules he never follows one unless he feels like it or it’s his normal job 

other things:

(plot hole) he either lost his right arm due to having Phocomelia syndrome which made his arm completely disappear at birth or he lost his arm while getting slammed into a building by a villain idk which yet

He’s on the olympic team for boxing and he got a few gold medals before 

His canon event was his sweet Italian next door neighbor who was basically a father figure to him.

His parents were kinda trash if we’re being honest and were the reason he swears so much (learnt habit from them)

His dad was always away and hardly came home and his mother was an alcoholic, and when his dad came home (for once) they would always argue

He would usually run away to said neighbor that died because they were very comforting and cared for him.

Goes into big brother mode whenever someone younger than him gets hurt because he also had a younger brother that

Gives everyone the most random nicknames

Bro is still shocked about being bit cause DUDE LIVES IN THE AUSTRALIAN VERSION OF NEW YORK. THERE ARE SPIDERS EVERYWHERE. he wasn’t prepared

he lives in a small apartment building with 2 cats that he loves very dearly. There are plants and candles everywhere almost looks like a wild jungle. 

he gives out keys to his apartment to other spider people if they need a place to stay

somehow a god at cooking

idk what it is but i have a feeling that if he died he would die from trying to protect jayden/cory or another spider person he cares about a lot from the spot

he prepares for everything when it comes to people visiting so he has a bunch of stim toys for people who need them 

he knows how to copy people’s personalities surprisingly well like if he doesn’t like u because you’re cocky or something he’ll act the same way to get on your nerves because he’s petty 

his universes art style is similar to super smash bros and if he was introduced to the movie it would be similar to “Agent Spider joins the party!” 

bro would probably have a crush on someone in the main group like noir or something but  adler would most likely die/get extremely injured before a confession

I DIDNT SEE THE OC ASK POST ORZ

for ezekial and luther 1,2,28 .... and ykw fuck it 11

Do they have any motifs?

Luther has 2 kinda. One was a little intentional the other just kinda came as a bonus. His main one is like, angelic imagery. That’s mostly from one of the first scenes of the story I came up with, where Ezekial is first brought to see Luther, who’s standing above him with light shining from behind him, and that with his hair kind of creates a halo kind of look and Ezekial remarks to himself that he looks like an angel. And yk, that whole like, white/light blue being angelic/pure idea with his color palette also kinda reflects that, which is both reflective and subversive to his character. Reflective in that it shows how he likes to be extremely clean and put together, but subverts how he’s involved with very dark things. His other motif only just occurred to me, that being space/moons. His planet and moon earrings weren’t really meant to be anything more than a cool design choice, but I realized that a lot of scenes I’ve pictured where he’s more vulnerable and open are at night and/or under the moonlight, so that motif has become a bit important to his character. You could also definitely draw some sun and moon imagery with him and Ezekial from that.

Ezekial doesn’t really have concrete motifs in the same way Luther does. There’s a couple reoccurring ideas that surround him, like scarring, loneliness, and loyalty, but I haven’t really given him strong specific motifs. I guess the main one that you could argue for that I’ve been thinking about lately is kind of like, wearing over time. That applies to the story and their dynamic at large, but specifically with Ezekial, there’s a lot of focus with him having to accept that things are not the same as they once were, as well as visually, his design changes and wears with time, both with him getting more and more scars and with his clothes gradually becoming more scuffed and dirty with the more experience he has. This also juxtaposes Luther, whose design is very clean and sharp and put together.

Describe their voice. Do they have a voice claim?

I always struggle finding voice claims for my characters bc I have such a specific vision in my head that nothing feels completely right for them, but I’ll try to get as close as I can.

For Ezekial, my first thought was Aoba from the beastars dub (I think. I was specifically thinking of the “hey, legoshi already knows her name!” line and I’m pretty sure that’s aoba but idk). Looking up a couple voices, I think also a bit of Ash from fantastic mr fox, though very slightly lower for both of those. Also also a smiiiidge of mk from lmk. Just a bit. The idea for him is to have a voice that’s very smooth and nice, pretty average tbh, and usually very bright but occasionally able to slip into a darker tone. Idk though, I feel like he’s really hard to place and I don’t even know if I really like any of these all that much for him, but it’s the best I got 😭

Luther’s voice I imagine closer to the lower end but also not particularly deep, very soft and level, kind of that back of the throat kind of sound. It’s really dumb but specifically I thought of that one clip that’s like “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. IM GONNA KILL THE NEXT PERSON I SEE I SWEAR TO GOD” but JUST for him yelling. The line I was imagining him saying in that tone was “Don’t you get it!?” and it works oddly well. Otherwise, it’s kinda like a mix between lilac cookie’s eng voice and sal fisher. Another one I found specifically looking at voice claim compilations that’s random as fuck is Wesley Gibson from wanted??? no idea who that is or what that’s about but I think his voice fits really really well for Luther.

Are they a dog or a cat person?

Ezekial likes both and he wouldn’t be able to choose, though probably leans a little more to dogs.

Luther you’d think would be more of a cat person, given his everything, but he actually prefers dogs because they’re easier to train and more obedient. He doesn’t dislike cats though.

Have they ever fallen in love and with whom?

I mean, there is a LOT of longing between these two, especially on Ezekial’s end. He’s been in love Luther since they were really young but I think he didn’t really realize that for a long time. At some point it kinda registered for him but even then I don’t think he ever really said it out loud to himself. It was never really some big revelation or anything, just kind of putting a word to a feeling that’s always been there.

And I’m not gonna lie and say the feeling isn’t reciprocated, but that’s something Luther hasn’t thought about in years and still hasn’t yet to really understand himself. The mix of emotional suppression and catholic guilt made a cocktail of self denial and inability to really accept that thought when he was younger, and in the present it’s far worse and far more repressed, and he has a long way to go before anything begins to change with that.

It’s actually interesting because this is also a scene I thought of pretty recently. After their reunion, once the tension has settled past the initial Luther-being-willing-to-kick-Ezekial-across-the-floor-without-a-second-glance phase, one of the conversations they end up having is Ezekial asking Luther if he’s dated anyone since he last saw him, to which Luther respond “I don’t think you could really call it that.” He asks the same question back at Ezekial and Ezekial responds “Yeah, I don’t think those really count either.” And that surprises Luther and he give a little “Huh.” And Ezekial asks what that’s about but Luther just says it’s none of his concern (really he’s surprised because Ezekial’s always kinda been a romantic, and he’s dated a couple people before when they were younger. “And I mean, Ezekial’s an attractive guy, and he would probably be a good partner, how has he not had any good relationships since high school?” (<- clueless))

Accountability posting, ze retour \o/

i'm Bad at this, but i just made two Big Steps forward, one on each important project of the month, and did one the the Two Big Things that *should* take only a little time, so let's celebrate!

these last two were: • Finding A CBT Therapist for Perco, and I did \o/ she's a liiiittle farther than I'll really be comfortable to drive in winter with my Smol Car, and that leads me neatly to:

[dammit tumblr, bring back ctrl-z in posts and tags! i posted accidentally and now i have Problems][not so neat, i know ^^°]

• I really, really need to sign up for my driving licence! Still haven't, when the Pact with Fifo was that he signs up for flighing lessons (yes, he's learning to pilot a plane, nbd)* BUT I think I know where i'll sign up: there's a place nearby where they do accelerated courses, sooo that should help. but i need to do the two Loooong Projects first, bc they take Way Too Much Time

• WE HAVE A HOLE FOR THE POND \o/ My brother came to help yesterday, and we dug through the Bullsh*t – which is what I called the nonsense of roots, geotextile, rotten wood, stones, terracotta tiles and some randome cute pottery tiles i found whe i moved the first layers of ground on the hillock (ooooh new word :D ) in the garden, yknow, the one on which i was told i could Do Whatever I Wanted. hence, the pond project, aka Le Plouf. the Bullshit is WAAAAYYYY WORSE THAN I EVER IMAGINED. under the geotextile and the random tiles, were more random assorted tiles. and polystyrene. and bits of huge rooftiles. and concrete. and… … long list story short, this is actually a GARBAGE DUMP some former owners just covered with some soil so they didn't have to move all that trash to where it belonged. so, we dug for three hours where i wanted the pond to be deeper, and got most of the stuff out of the way, including at the very end a *50*120cm bit of corrugated iron*. in the same amount of time, with proper soil to dig into, we'd have had a nicely shaped hole, ready to be lined and filled up by all the rain that's goign to fall this week, but noooooo. i have to *sort* all that sh*t and bring it myself to the recycling center. well, that's not happening under the rain, so fifo promised me he'll help when i'll have made good progress on the other long complicated thing:

• cleaning up the ridiculous amount of Stuff i have lying around in the basement studio! and yes, i did do some very needed work on that right now, which prompted me to… take a BREAK. idk if i mentionned it here, but right at the end of our two weeks vacation, there was A Metric Forkton Of Rain which wasn't pumped by the, uh, pump right outside the studio, so the water accumulated and leaked under the door. i delt with the pump and its inappropriately deep hole and it should Behave now (keeping an eye on it), but i thought the damage inside was Old and didn't… deal with it right away. i mostly let it dry. o boi was that a mistake. first, i'd forgetten that right next to the door is *my basket of winter woolen accessories* and some random stuff, which… had gotten very very wet. soaked. i took that out, and it's… still not properly cleaned up, bc i don't have a convenient place to clean wool garmen by hand. fortunately, my two capes didn't get wet, THAT would have been a catastrophe +_+ then there are the three big cardboard boxes with, again, Random Stuff inside, lined in front of the big shelves that sit in the part of the room where water tend to gether (yes the floor is very uneven why do you ask ^^° ) the farther one from the door is… Old, Old Assorted Bits that are, I think (and hope), mostly worthless. the middle one is mostly Old Commercial Yarn Balls On Thick Carboard Tubes , that i'll have to check and make into skeins to wash if necessary (probably is.) i'm not too worried, though, since it's my White Cotton box and it can aaaaaall just… go in the washing machine. but the third box was a mystery, so i started with this one, and… it was a huge relief! i lost… a cardboard box, all mouldy. the lenghth of mauve cotton fabric that was inside will be washed soon (i intend to make a big skirt or some loose tie-up trousers with it.) others victims were a bit of cotton from the middle box, an almost finished ball that i prepared for washing, and… a full box of paper tissues. rip, your siblings will replace you with honor.

sooo now that i have typed all this, learned some words, corrected some vocabulary ('(artist) studio' and 'workshop' are the same word in french, that's annoying), i'll have some moar chocolate and get to work on one of these two other boxes.

moar accountability news soon!

*(he spent like… the last two years playing with small planes on a flight simulator, sooo he wanted to try the real thing,

Egg hatching story rough copy (small adharan ship invade California, gets raided by soldiers and loses like 20 something eggs) (Town that protag lives in is clled Blythe its on the cali-arizona border)(futuristic 1930’s setting where the gret depression happens 2004)“Look what i got at work hun!” Damn. Lucia groaned inwardly at her husbands voice as she straightened in her chair, her leg ached.. The dolt was always bringing home odd trinkets that while looking interesting or pleasing,were often dangerous. The loud tap-tap-tap of footsteps sounded at her door before being swung open. And a large milky colored orb was shoved into her view, Lucia fought the urge to glower at the exuberant man before her. “what  did you bring home this time Todd?”“A jewel or somethin’, i think thats what ‘boss said anyways” He bounced the sphere in his palms. she pinched the bridge of her nose and tilted her head back, causing long auburn wisps to fall away from her face.This ‘jewel’ was clearly an egg of some sort.It looked like it was laid by a barn owl, if a bit large and transparent-looking.“ Todd where did you get this ‘jewel’?” He handed her the egg as he spoke “ well me n the boss were patrolling and found ‘nother Adharan wreck just inside Cali borders.Had all these white jewels inside of it“  Lucia mm-hmm’d as she absentmindedly prodding at the egg, must be adharan then. “I picked this one cuz it was the biggest,” she couldnt hear him outside of the observational monologue in her head.Todd fidgeted during the pause, “ jus’ thought id get a pretty thing for my pretty lady”. The taller woman snapped to attention in time to tell todd that he did a good job and whatnot, she liked todd of course but he was a bit scatterbrained when it came to random objects beyond the skyline.{timeskip mayhaps idk}The orb filled with white fire pulsated and squirmed, just itching at the opportunity to be released from its hazy prison.Lucia’s eyes, often glazed over with utter unconcern, were alive with a calculated mischief.in her boredom with house-wifery Lucia had chosen to incubate the spawn of her peoples greatest enemy,on Terra,in her house,on the shag carpet.It had to be a crime, a felony of unimaginable extent,that carpet was pretty expensive.But Lucia didn’t care. She was tired of the same dreaded, monotonous routine that she had been dutifully following like the good little housewife that she was.     The good little wife that she had been.Lucia wanted to raise one to these insectoid beasts, just to see what chaos she could create. Spurred on by some unknown force,the egg burst open with a squelch. Lucia would have gagged had she cared.High pitched scraping sound greeted her. she grimaced as a fat grub rolled across the carpet onto hardwood.It wriggled and endulated,it looked mostly the same as the egg. just oblong and with a pair of snapping mandibles that clicked continously.Lucia studied the larvae curiously, she eyes flickered to the corkboad with pinned bugs and arthropods.  The board had a section for hornets, brood included.Lucia smiled, she remembered the days when she would blowoff etteqiuette classes to hunt down hornet nests. She would become trancelike, she wouldnt destroy them like the other children, no,she would sit politely and just, watch.The uniformity mesmerized her, not a single wing nor antennae was out of line. Every single hornet in that hive knew their job and were content with it.Lucia jolted  as the clicking, writhing larvae found its way to her chair and dragged its jaws against her wooden leg. Had she been another woman, she woud have probably screamed in abject horror, but lucia didnt see this gesture as a threat or danger. Her work in the field so many years ago had taught her that this grub was just hungry and was telling her so in the perfect, matter-of-fact way that insects always did.Lucia reached for the cute littleporcelain bowl beside her, a wedding gift from todd’s sister i think. She took a spoon and scooped up a viscous glob of protein powder and various ground up animal bits.“If its gonna grow big it will have to eat as such.” Lucia mumbled to no one in particular.\{timeskip part 2}{ perspective change???}Todd hummed a tune he didnt remember the words to as he changed out of his uniform.He was getting ready to go home after a long shift, lost in his thoughts of nothingness.“Man those adherans are more tenacious than a coon going after a crawdad!” it was his fellow recruits chattering.“Jared of course they are theyre invaders for a reason,and I know you didnt have that stupid accent an hour ago” Todd chuckled as Second-Liutenant McReady smacked Jared on the bck of his head lightly.“You jus cant stand fun ‘round here can ya Nic? You allergic to it or somethin’?” Jared griped in a voice similar to an italian mob-boss as they walked away,bickering becoming quieter but Jared’s over-the-top accents becoming sillier.Instead of catching up with Jared and Nic, Todd hurried to pack up so he could get home to his pregnant wife.{perspective change yet again-}“Yep, i uh, gave birth right at home” Lucia avoided eye contact with Todd, she had wanted to see how far she could go with this little experiment,and pretended to be pregnant while the egg went unhatched.She forgot to include her lack of lying ability as a variable in her calculations.Todd looked at her,then at the baby-sized larvae in his arms,then at her,back at the bug with no expression. Cold sweat beaded at Lucia’s brow, feeling very stupid she was tempted to come clean-The grub wiggled at Lucia in a manner that could only be described as laughing.damn bug.“well , uh, look I-” Her uncomfortable attempt at being honest was cut short as Todd’s face broke out into the single most excited smile on Terra,”He’s got your eyes!”“Wh- Uh yes ‘he’ sure does!” The thin lady quietly huffed a sigh of relief,“Why did you air quote “he”-” Todd began, Lucia quickly snatched up the larvae and wrapped it in a fluffy blanket.The bug spawn gurgled ungratefully.“Dont you have any manners? I just gave birth to a gru- child,i meant child” Todd quickly backed down sheepishly. “Ah uh go rest then ill take care of dinner” he was most certainly going to burn water, but it the thought that counts. After some time and once Lucia was certain her husband was clueless she allowed him to feed the squirming bug.”Soo.. Whats his name? Cuz i was thinkin’ something like Toddlleton or toddy,its like Teddy but i added-” She stuck out her index finger to shush him, she hadnt thought this far ahead, but she sure as hell wasnt going to name her larvae ‘Toddy’. “Uhm..” her eyes anded on her framed copy of Solstice Daily, dated on her birthday, “S-Sol?”{timeskip, Sol’s perspective)“Theres my boy!all ready for his first day of senior year! :D” Sol was yanked into a big bear hug from jis father, “clkclk chhk wubwok” Sol chittered in annoyance, Todd relented and put him down. Lucia glanced over her coffee mug at the two, mostly indisbelief, she had kept this ruse goin for 17 and a half years now. Sol was almost six feet tall now, half a foot taller than his ‘father’, large insectoid eyes protruded from his triangularly angled head, long antennae drooped downwards animatedly and he continued clicking. He had two sets of arms for the love of Moth Jesus. Lucia pondered her next lies.Sol trudged towards Blythe Highschool, anxiously jostling his backpack.He was just barely walking through a little forested shortcut when he heard the clicking and rustling from the bushes, {oh no, what if its an Adharan? Im too pretty to die!!} Sol panic clicked rapidly as the ruslting grew louder. Throwing up his arms in defense of his face, Sol awaited imminent demise.…Nothing happened, for two, maybe three seconds.{what.what are you doing in broad daylight?? Are you trying to get killed?} a new chittering noise interuppted Sol’s dramatic death scenario, a very irritated one at that. Sol lowered his arms just enough to peek at the newcomer, but, he couldnt see anything?? {Where are you? I cant see-} Sol gasped {Are you invisible? A ghost?!} A heavy and disgruntled sigh was heard before a chitinous black hand was waved in his face,causeing him to jump. {no im just short, cool it with the screeching beanstalk} 

satos backstory ova has got me all mad 😤

rant about the things they changed (long lol)

• its not in vietnam, its some random unspecified african country (😐). they arent going on a mission to rescue someone but to capture a criminal.

• time period changed from 1976 to 1990 (but he has a gameboy advance? idk when those came out but it felt out of place lol) in the manga he isnt a gamer until after hes discharged from the military

• changed so his team is the ones that took down the soldier of god, which is just a weird coincidence i hate lol. oh the main antagonist just happened to be there when the first ajin was discovered? really? 🙄

• he shows too much emotions. in the manga he only smiles when killing, not before or after. in fact in the manga they point out that almost immediately after hes done killing he goes back to -_-

• speaking of his emotions they leave out one of my favorite lines. "he never said he was happy or sad, he always put it in some vague roundabout way" i love that :( its so relatable

• he doesnt get his team surrounded and then reveal his team to the enemy when theyre out in the open but instead just gets the enemy's attention while his team is all away? he goes on a lone killing spree basically. which means...

• NO "PLAY BALL" 😭😭😭

• he doesnt lose his leg, he just gets shot and its not clear whether or not he recovers fully? so theres no wheelchair sato (well in one scene briefly)... cmon! give me disabled sato or give me death!!!!

• bc of that theres no 80s windbreaker sato playing at an arcade 😭 and no chinatown fight scene!! i love that one bc it shows even when hes disabled hes a cold blooded killer and makes you understand why hes cool with having okuyama fight with him.

• also his scar is wrong -_-

• hes not on a special team, and hes not the leader of the team. hes meant to be the best of the best, not just some military guy!

• no one calls him sam or pokerface 😞

• his family is never brought up at all, and the fact that hes half english/white and half chinese is never brought up either.. his race doesnt matter in the story but its just a fun little tidbit about him thats just left out completely

• the fight scene where he learns hes an ajin is pretty much gone. you just see him surrounded by dead ppl and then he wakes up. which is not how it went at all. also you arent given any context on why hes there at all? like i guess its revenge for the guys he killed earlier? but still he LOSES the fight in the manga, dies, and then kills them. he doesnt die after killing them. its a lot less cool actually :(

• and finally i think they were being way too silly when they made him talk about wanting to be a terrorist.. like first of all the us military would take that very seriously and second of all... are you serious. the guy who becomes a terrorist says he wants to be a one in the future. who wrote this. a child?

IN CONCLUSION... just read the manga