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epiicaricacy-arts · 4 months

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oh we’re still so young, desperate for attention

this was super experimental so i will talk about my process (+ clearer version) under the cut

i’ve been looking at a lot of “messier” or more textured painting styles recently and an artist that stuck out to me is clariondeluna ! they posted a self-portrait recently that i really liked and i was super interested in the brushwork seen in their work. i love all the textures and how the shapes feel so loose yet everything is so detailed.

that’s not a method for me at all!!!! i cannot paint like that at all and the stuff i like to paint is very different to theirs. which is okay!!!! i had no intention to copy this artists style so closely like with what i tried to do in my raiden painting, i just wanted to try this style out :^)

it’s been a goal of mine to avoid over-rendering like i tend to do a lot, and i think i’ve been doing good with that recently! the mindset i’ve got going on right now is that if i find myself staring at it too hard for too long, i have to leave it and move on. if there’s still something wrong with it, i can fix it later once ive got a fresh view!

i’ve been trying a lot of things with my art this year. i always try to challenge myself with each piece, and to end the year off i wanted to be as uncomfortable as i possibly could be with this painting. i let myself draw whatever i wanted because i still wanted to enjoy it, but everything i did in this process was new, including parts of the subject matter.

i’ve never drawn a head at an angle like this, and i struggle with drawing mouths open. i don’t do bold lighting like this, and if i do, it’s not fire. i’ve never drawn fire! i also rarely work with warm colours and i hate using green, so i combined those to be my colour palette. i like working cleanly so instead of having a dozen different layers for one section, each section only had 1-2 layers for rendering. instead of clipping masks i would simply paint over things loosely and clean it up later. i never like having limbs cut off in a drawing so i had his other arm go GOD knows where. i don’t like weird patterned backgrounds so i made myself figure out how to like it!

IS THIS MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF ALL TIME. no. absolutely not. but i’m very proud of how this came out with all the challenges i put on myself. i WANTED to get better at these things and be more broad with my art, both in terms of the styles and subjects i portray.

okay let’s talk about wtf this drawing is

for those who don’t know, the design in this painting is my fatui/“Father” lyney fan design (read the design post here). the concept isnt super complicated and i don’t really have much explanation for it, but i wanted to combine the story of how lyney wanted a delusion before getting his vision, fire eating circus acts and how olympic medalists will bite their medal to prove it’s real??? don’t quote me on that i’m like 75% sure that’s a thing that happens. i don’t watch sports though so im just believing someone i heard on the internet ages ago.

anyways. i think fire eating acts are cool. and i think the fact that lyney wanted a delusion is very interesting to me. scratches my brain in the right places. and yk as a magician lyneys character revolves a lot around fooling people and creating illusions so i guess what im saying here is that lyney is trying to prove to himself that this power he’s been bestowed is real. bc his whole life his only constant has been lynette so he is trying to see if he can trust this new power. cause i guess this is an alternate universe where lyney does eventually become “Father” but he never got his vision ??? idk im not making lore for this i just wanted to dress up this funny little guy.

ok i’m done

thanks for reading

here’s my dog

#my art #fanart #genshin impact #genshin fanart #lyney #genshin lyney #lyney fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr

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bryce-bucher · 5 months

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500 CALIBER CONTRACTZ Post #15

WISHLIST IT PLZ!

Water Ripplez:

I've been playing DMC3 lately, and I noticed some of the enemies in that game pop out of the ground with this warble effect that makes it look as though the ground beneath them in distorting. I asked some fellow devs about how that might've been done and eventually landed on a specific method.

The first step was to go into blender and create this little waves/ripple model and bake it onto a flat plane to get the normal map. If you don't know what a normal map is, it is a 2d texture that tells light what direction it should bounce off it in order to give the illusion of depth. Look them up they are cool.

The next thing I did was make a circular model and align the UVs so that scrolling it downwards would make it look as though the waves were traveling outwards from the center.

Then I brought that model and the normal map into unity and set up this refraction shader. dw about it.

And finally it all came together to become a little ground distortion. Wow, i'm so proud of it. Not proud as in im proud of making it, but proud of it as if it were my son.

Bubblez:

I decided to add in lil bubbles(z) that you can jump into and they pop which launches you up. They've turned out to be really helpful for bridging gaps in level design, and they were easy af to make. Not much to say about them besides I hope they r fun and I'll be adding cool pop particles to them later.

Doctor Spider:

The first thing I did when getting back on this project after my big October break was finish up Doctor Spider.

He is the second target in the desert nightclub area, and he lives up this big ass dome. You gotta bring him some blood wine to draw him out and then shoot him with ur gun. He sucks.

Conclusion:

Uhhhh.. idk. Ima be posting more about this again, so look forward to that or don't if u don't wanna. Wishlist the game if u think it looks cool and hope u have good day tyty

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hoffmans-trophywife · 6 months

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Adam Stanheight x reader? Like how Lawrence describes his daughter & wife, have Adam describe his relationship with the reader.

Hope you like it, anon! <3

Best Thing In My Life | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Summary: You carry Adam's baby and the position of the best thing in his life

The time in that bathroom seemed like it would never end, Lawrence and Adam were still trying to understand what they should do to get out of that trap without physical harm. They had already understood that they needed to cut off their own leg that was trapped in chains, but where would they get the courage to do something like that? Lawrence looked at the photo of his family tied up there, helpless, not knowing what he could do to help Alison and their daughter.

“I feel horrible that i can’t help them. Alison and Diana are everything to me. I know i made a mistake cheating on Alison, but i love her since we met years ago. She is the woman of my life.”

The doctor lamented, he didn't even have enough water in his body to shed tears.

“I wonder if they did something to Y/n like they did to them.”

Adam said leaning against the wall, inside he was in pure despair, but he tried to hide it as much as possible, he didn't want to appear weak, no matter how weak he was.

“Y/n? Your relative?”

He asked.

“Something more than that. She is the best thing in my life. Is my girlfriend. I don’t think they would have the courage to do anything to her.”

“If they did something to a child like mine, why wouldn’t they do it to your girlfriend?”

Lawrence asked and Adam ignored his rude question.

“She is not alone. She's pregnant, carrying my baby. I was dedicating myself so much to photography to support both of us and him or her.”

Adam ran his hand over his face, starting to cry. Lawrence was silent for a few seconds before sighing, he was a little shocked now, Adam is gonna be a dad, just like him. If they were close to each other, they would definitely have hugged each other at that moment.

"I'm so sorry."

“I... She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was bullied a lot in high school for being introverted, she was a new student, in the first week without even knowing me she helped me and stopped them from hitting me. She started hanging out with me and even though she was teased for being pretty and hanging out with a "weirdo" like me, she never stopped. After that i started to look at her like the wonder woman of my dreams, we've been together for 7 years and counting, in fact i was planning to surprise her and ask her to marry me, until i ended up here. She probably came home and saw everything set up, but she didn't saw me there. ”

He explained with a sad face.

"Don't worry. We’re going to get out of here and you’re going to see her again. I want to see my family too. Alison and i are not what we used to be, but i know she still loves me as much as i love her, the feeling may have cooled, but our love for Diana can overcome everything. My little girl is such a miracle in our life, she is so smart and curious. Just like her mother when was a teenager. I'm so proud of my baby”

Gordon said smiling, Adam started running his hands through his jeans looking for something, until he took a photo out of one of the pockets and showed it to Lawrence.

“Look look, at least he didn’t take that from me.”

Lawrence couldn't deny it, she really was very beautiful and had a magical smile that could easily charm anyone who passed by her. The photo showed her and Adam together holding a pregnancy test in one hand and a photograph of an ultrasound in the other hand, smiling extremely happily as a couple in love should be.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She is the love of my life, she is everything to me, she is the thing i am most grateful for having in my life. My family never supported me in being a photographer, unlike her who always helped me despite all the judgments. Being with her every day makes me happier and warms my heart, it's like im in paradise and she's my goddess. ”

Adam said smiling silly caressing the photo, the blonde laughed.

"Do not laugh. Lawrence, im really scared i'll never leave here and i won’t be able to see her again.” He admitted, frustrated.

"Ok ok, we going to get out of here, we’re going to find a way to do this, you’re going to find your wife, even if i leave first and come back for you.”

"You promise?"

“I promise you, Adam.”

Final note: please, reblog if you liked! 💖

#imagines #fanfic #saw #saw x reader #slasher #horror #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam faulkner x reader

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Teenager Teenager (1/1) (jegulus)

"I hate you!" Harry yelled as he slammed the door to his room after stomping up the stairs.

Even though James knew Harry was just upset because he wasn't being allowed to go to a party, it still hurt to hear those words from his son. Half of him shook his head knowing that he felt the exact same way at 14 when he wasn't allowed to go to clearly adult parties but the other part of him, his lifelong insecurities of not being good enough crept right up his neck making his hair stand on end.

James sighed. Nothing he could do about it now until Harry cooled down or Regulus got home. Harry would probably ask to go stay with Sirius and Remus, but honestly they are stricter about these things knowing how much trouble they both got into in their youth. At least he knew everyone would agree with this choice even if Harry didn't understand.

He started making dinner and as Regulus got home he explained what happened. Regulus, the perfect partner for James who could read the underlying inadequacy he was feeling and the pain clear on his face, came over and hugged him tightly.

When Regulus pulled back he kissed James' cheek, then spoke softly: "you did the right thing James, and you are a great father. He's just a boy he'll understand one day. And I know my son, he does not hate you at all."

James smiled and leaned back into Regulus. "Thank you," he whispered. Regulus then helped James with the rest of dinner.

When James called Harry down for supper, he came solemnly.

"Hi Papa," he said to Regulus, who kissed Harry's head when he came over to give him a quick hug hello.

Harry then sat down at the table. After a moment of silence only interrupted by the rustling of James and Regulus taking their places at the table, Harry spoke up.

"Um dad?" He asked tentatively, eyes trained on his lap.

"Yes son," James replied evenly.

"Im sorry, I um I don't hate you. I didn't mean that I was just upset and I I don't want you to think that because it's it's not true," Harry stuttered.

James reached his hand out to grab Harry's shoulder. "I know love, thank you for the apology," James said and Harry looked up with a face full of remorse. A small smile of regret lifted the corners of his lips as James and Harry shared looks instead of more words.

"Harry I'm proud of you for apologizing, but you know hurting people with your words when you are upset is not going to fly," James said after a moment.

"I know. I'm really sorry dad, I just feel like I don't know how to control it sometimes..." Harry said.

"Do you want help?" Regulus asked, his voice judgement free. Harry looked at Regulus, and after a moment of eye contact Harry nodded his head.

"Okay, well first things first right is remembering those emotion regulation skills right?" Regulus said, and Harry nodded.

"Maybe we just start practicing those more when we aren't too upset so that they come more naturally when we are, yes?" Regulus encouraged.

"Could we um, could you do them with me after dinner again?" Harry asked quietly.

"Of course mon amour," Regulus replied. He was still just a boy after all, barely a teenager. Regulus didn't learn these skills until he was mid-twenties so he knew Harry was going to be just fine.

"Thank you," Harry said. He looked over at James who nodded encouragingly, and then James pointed his fork at Harry's plate; "Eat. You'll feel better after."

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #lgbtq+#jegulus raising harry #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #marauders fandom #harry james potter #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders era

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thecooleraveragejamm · 2 years

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Welcome to L’manburg, as told by the various home videos filmed by its first residents

Hi, Hello!! Welcome to the beginning of my first Big Boi Project.I love practical effects and VHS cameras and Ive been wanting to learn how to edit and make videos so I decided to make a fun project out of it to make it funner to learn! So the plan is to make Home video style videos of clips I find funny from available vods. Anyways this is the first time ive ever filmed and edited a video all by myself, and although the audio is super low and wack, Im very proud of it, so now imma rant about the making of the trailer lol

Ive been planning this for like 3 months and I wanted it all done by August 2nd but im bad at time management so now its going to be done in parts, slowly, overtime since i work a full time job. If you noticed in the first part, there’s two voices, and I did that completely by accident, I wanted wilburs dramatic speech from after pogtopia, but that didnt really fit with what i Filmed so i recorded a clip form the festival, but I forgot to mute the original Pogtopia clip so they recorded together, and I decided to keep it since it seemed cool to see the contrast and parallels between the first and second speech. Also the audio bits where they all came together took me so long but I really love it, especially since I ended it with tuboo saying “our president fucked a fish?”, its too low to hear tho :’D. The ending where wilburs walking down that path also took me so many shots because my headphones kept falling out and it was honestly the worst time of my life since it was hot and I was walking for an hour to find that pathway lol, the place I went to was very pretty though! I just realized that you can barely perceive the walls, I spent to much time adding little details and you cant even see them, we out here suffering. Video could also be better but converting from analog to digital and making it look good is hard, my setup for it is so scuffed the people at digitalfaq would be so dissapointed in me

I think thats kinda it for the rant, anyways if you see this thanks for reading!

#dream smp #lmanburg #dsmp fanart #mcyt #dsmp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #eret #fundy #tubbo #niki nihachu #jack manifold #im tagging everyone and everything #im proud of this shit #i want like 5 people to see this #LHVProject #Lmanburghomevideoproject #LVHProject #think thunk

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diientedegato · 3 months

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I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what Ben Paul would look like if he was alive years after S1 of TWDG :> I honestly prefer to imagine both him & Kenny going off on their own adventures after S1, because Idk if I'd've had Kenny as part of S2, it felt like when he returned it became less Clem's story & more his. That might be controversial among fans but it's how I feel :s I like to imagine Ben, Kenny & Sarita forming their own little family in fact <3 I'd expect Ben would end up with shaggier hair after a while but I wouldn't mind knowing what he'd look like with short, spiked up hair ;>

IM SORRY BOTH THE ASK AND DRAWING ARE OLD- but I came across the sketch I had eugeugeh. I do not have many headcanons but behind the cut is just a rant about. Kenny mostly. Too much should I warn? But yah I'm sorry it took me like 5 months lol

The only headcanon (regarding Ben's appearance) is that he'd keep his school jacket for as long as possible. Until it thorns apart. Or until he dies.

I'm big fan of Ben lives possibility btw I've gotta draw sum about that sometime (I say, about every twdg character i like,)

And dude, do I agree about Kenny. Man doesn't belong in season 2. The character they made him to be in the second season is not Kenny, it's just a nostalgia element. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, I'm biased as hell, I break that hug choice every time. But it made the character development in the first season just.... pointless. "For some reason, I saved that piece of shit Ben", man, that quote just disappoints me. Kenny lost everything. Father and husband of none no more, which was pretty much the arc of Kenny on the first season?? I think? . Everything he loved and he had he lost, and he killed the person responsible for it. But not as revenge, he killed a kid out of mercy. He saved the boy from suffering a painful death, and that was forgiveness, to the reason he hadn't any. He took a decision he would be fully responsible of, when it was time for him to go. And he was perfect.

Hell, if he had appeared during season 2, I do prefer the Kenny as Carver idea. Clementine wasn't even that close to Kenny in the past, the player was, so even then it feels... off, off to be forced to care about a man that says so much he wants to protect you. (They're not really family, but is as if Kenny tries to protect and have Clem on his side, to have Clem's loyalty through and through. Though he does let her go and is proud of her on her individuality... hm.) But still, I mean, second season Kenny is not first season Kenny, and it isn't even a change that made sense. If he had been antagonist (which pretty much feels like it in the Canon story already), he should have had some other background story, no Sarita or company. Maybe then the cynical view he has would have mattered. The violence and anger and whatever else. For him to change that way was a consequence of him losing what he represented, protection of family? Wasn't failure and grief and acceptance meant to be important after all?

But otherwise yea I think it would've been pretty cool if Ben survived :3 I am a sucker for tales of redemption, forgiveness, and found family. And I hadn't thought about Kenny, Ben, and Sarita, but hell yeah. Man, even if they appeared in the second season, it would've been interesting if the choice wasn't between two individuals, but between two families. Ben already had a relationship with Clem! He appreciated her and calls her his only friend during season 1, he did leave her behind during that scene, -but the point of Ben was that- He was a coward all the season, until when he wasn't. He wanted to help Lee help Clem. They would've had an interesting sibling relationship-? also Ben had a young sister before the apocalypse so ooooh projection and parallels and shi. And if Ben had lived, he would've completed his development to something close to bravery-?

Well, I don't know, at least I think that'd be one interesting way to bring back old characters. Otherwise, Kenny should only be mentioned on dialogue maximum. The way I see it.

(I repeat the same thing over and over when I talk about something I'm sorry

(I've developed no language skills whatsoever in my life

(Yippee

#twdg #twdg fanart #twdg s1 #ben paul twdg #ben twdg #digital art #digital illustration #my art

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alovesongtheywrote · 6 months

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holy fuckin shit girl nighmare academia 🤌🤌🤌

thank god for that person who asked for a pt.2, but I must ask for a pt.3 loll

♥ Summary: here you go, 1000 words of reid scheming against the reader with the help of some familiar faces! [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: morgan and garcia being morgan and garcia, vague mentions of spencer wanting kids, threats of bodily harm at the very end

♥ A/N: yeah, ik the last one of these came out like. today. but im having a lot of fun, so until that stops. have fun with the enemies to lovers professor au

♥ Word Count: 1200

Series Masterlist

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“Alright, my sweet brain boy, I’ve got the dirt on the Doctor- not you, the other Doctor. You know what I mean.”

Spencer nodded- then he, in all of his genius, remembered that Penelope could not see him.

“What did you find?” he asked, pulling his legs up on his office chair. He hadn’t left the university grounds after his fight with you and his call with Garcia. You had left. He was sure of it. His office window gave him a great view of the parking lot, and hence, a great view of you leaving. Reid, on the other hand, had stayed inside his office waiting for this second call.

“Well, it looks like you may have some competition in the doctorate department. Doctor (L/N),” she stressed your title, “Also has three PhDs- one in criminology, one in law, and one in- get this- English Literature. They’ve written a few really good articles, mostly on crime stuff, but also on Pride and Prejudice. And oh, their takes on Elizabeth and Darcy- it’s enough to make a girl swoon.”

“Okay,” Spencer sighed. None of this would help him get back at you- most of it was knowledge he could attain with a casual google search, “What else do you have for me?”

“Well, our dear Doctor is active in the community. They help ex-cons get GEDs in their spare time, they donate to various charities and nonprofits, they support the local arts. They've got a lot of hobbies, they enjoy Halloween a lot- oh, and their mom is super proud of them.”

“What else, Garcia?”

“They have two cats, a couple siblings, a few nieces and nephews- it looks like they’re good with kids.”

“This isn’t relevant,” Spencer groaned, trying to hide his frustration. He was looking for ways to get under your skin the way you had gotten under his. He didn’t need to know every nice thing about you.

“Hey, you want kids, don’t you pretty boy?” A deep voice that was very much not Garcia’s came over the line.

“Morgan is here, by the way,” at the very least, Penelope had the decency to sound a little embarrassed.

“I can hear that. How long has he been listening?”

“Long enough to hear that you and this Mystery Professor would make a good match. I mean, where else are you gonna find someone with three PhDs and a face like that?”

Spencer could hear Garcia’s gasp, even though she had pulled away from the phone. When she spoke again, her voice was playful, “We’re looking for him, not for you. What would Savannah say? What should I say?”

“Easy baby girl, I’m just letting our boy know that I approve.”

“Hold on,” Spencer’s voice broke through the bickering of his former co-workers, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I am not interested in (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Oh? Then whyfore the background check, boy genius?”

“Is something wrong, Reid?”

“No, no, it’s nothing- it’s not like they’re a threat to my safety or anyone’s safety. They’re just…”

“Just what, kid?”

Spencer drew in a sharp breath, trying to keep his cool. He had to be calm- collected. He couldn’t let Derek and Penelope know that you were so deep under his skin, inside the tissue of his brain, that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t keep his mind from running back to the image of your face, glaring at him as you took the typewriter from his hands. They would get the wrong idea. The entire wrong idea. So, Spencer had to remain cool.

He immediately failed.

“They’re just really fucking annoying, okay!?”

“Damn, kid! Okay! What did they do, tell you that Doctor Who was just okay?”

“No, you don’t get it-” Spencer hissed, flopping further into his chair as he proceeded to rant about the entire typewriter thing. He quoted you word for word, too- of course he did, eidetic memory. Once he finished, Morgan and Garcia seemed to take on a new understanding of the situation.

“I see! This wasn’t a love call, but one for information!! A stockpile of knowledge for devious pranks- that is why you called, right? You need info for getting back at the lovely Professor?”

“Yes-! They aren’t lovely, but yes.”

“Kid, anyone who can make you write emails is lovely in Garcia’s book.”

“Listen to your local Morgan, Reid- now, do you have a revenge plot already?”

“Sort of?” Spencer shared his plans with Garcia, smiling to himself at the sound of her laugh. His brand of humor didn’t usually get that reaction.

“Sounds perfect, Reid- I can help with that, but I’m gonna need a secure connection, Dr. (L/N)’s email address, and everything you know about the benefits of handwritten notes.”

Once the plan was fully fleshed out, Spencer hung up the phone and finally, finally made his way out of his office with a rare spring in his step. His plan was set. The trap was in place. Your beloved technology would be your downfall. As he stepped onto the Metro, he had to keep from cackling like an overdramatic villain. He was at a high point, and he really didn’t want to be arrested for causing a disturbance.

Meanwhile, back at Quantico, Morgan and Garica looked at each other, the now silent phone placed between them.

“So, those two are-”

“They are perfect for each other, yes.”

“We’ve gotta help him.”

“Absolutely. Hey, once they get together, do you think he’ll introduce me? I want to talk to Dr. (L/N) about their Pride and Prejudice hot takes.”

“Careful, Garcia. We’re shopping for him, not for you.”

“Hey, I just appreciate a person who can see the true nuances in one Fitzwilliam Darcy! And I wanna know which film adaptation is their favourite.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Rossi’s voice came from the door of Garcia’s office, “The rest of us have been ready to go for fifteen minutes. What’s the hold up?”

“Nothing, Rossi.”

“We just found a perfect match for one Spencer Reid.”

“Really? Interesting. Tell me more later. Let’s go.”

Two days later, you opened your PowerPoint slides only to find a presentation about the benefits of handwritten notes. Everything you had in place for that day was gone. All that was in its place was a genuinely well-crafted presentation about how writing notes by hand was better for attention retention and memorization.

Honestly, you couldn’t even get that mad. It was a good presentation.

Still, you had a reputation to maintain.

You bit your lip and crossed your arms, becoming the picture of barely contained rage. You took a deep breath, turning to your students and slapping a strained smile across your lips.

“Forgive me, my lovely students, but given this sudden turn of events, I’m just going to cancel class for today. The correct notes will be on the class website later.”

You made your way to the door, leaving all your belongings behind in your haste, “Enjoy your afternoons, I’m going to go stab Dr. Spencer Reid. In the throat. Have a good day!”

A few students gave quiet, confused farewells. Others leaned over to each other and whispered, “Stabbing is a sex thing, right?”

Technically, they were correct.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

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hasanasofficeatfreddys · 6 months

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Hey guys!

As it turns out, I’m not dead! I know, crazy, right? As you probably figured I’ve been fandom hopping, but FNAF continues to hold a special place in my heart, reason why I was SO excited to hear about the movie when it was first announced!

Well, I just came back from watching it! And somehow it felt right to share my thoughts with y’all before anyone else. HAPPY HALLOWEEN BTW!!

Alright, let’s see… I wish I actually had more to say than I actually do tho, lmao :’) I’ll start off by saying that it was a real trip down memory lane. The nostalgia was STROOOONG. I loved the little Easter eggs and the cameos from YouTubers, though I really wish Markiplier would’ve been able to be in it :’) (fingers crossed he’ll be in the sequel! 🤞🏻🤞🏻). I think the story was adapted really well, but at the same time… I feel like I don’t have room to give a stronger opinion in that regard because I lost track of FNAF since Pizzería Simulator (until Security Breach), so I’m missing a BIG CHUNK of lore. What I actually remember vividly are the events from games 1 - Sister Location (I don’t even remember Pizzeria Simulator that much either, and I didn’t finish watching Security Breach), so… :’) I actually don’t know a lot about William Afton and… his relatives. But the story was cool. The whole movie was rly cool. It didn’t disappoint, but at the same time it didn’t blow my mind somehow. What DID blow my mind were the animatronics, specially knowing those were ACTUAL REAL animatronics, I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THEM 😍😍 Oh, but you know what did disappoint me? ….No Phone Guy. I know, his speech was sort of split between Mathew Lillard explaining the gig to Mike and Video Tape Lady, but I WANTED, I NEEDED, to hear Scott Cawthon’s voice saying the speech. At least in recording, idk. I ask for too much I guess 🤣 Oh and finally, THE CREDITS SONG!!! AAAAAAHHHH IM SO HAPOY FOR HIM!!! I’m so proud of him too I’ve known him since MLP so it was so cool.

Anyway I’ll stop rambling I’m tired. What did YOU guys think about the movie? Did you like it? Lemme know please!!

Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

#FNAF #fnaf movie #Hasana rambles

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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Hi there!! If you're at all interested (no worries if not!), one of my new favorite songs is called Sleepy by Ashley Kutcher, and it's a really cute song about how she finally feels at peace around someone. I think a Bucky fic where either the reader or Bucky or both have trouble sleeping, and constantly feel anxious, until they are around each other, and their heart just calms, would be really cute 💜

the way i shamelessly added this song to my playlist, thank you SO MUCH for the request and the song because im stealing it. im stealing ur favorite song hehe. i was half-asleep through the writing process so i hope you like this absolute mess, gorgeous!! ♡

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bucky barnes x reader

"Having not slept properly for years unless it was on ice, Bucky found it easier to realize that his nightmares aren't real when his head was by your chest."

[3.2k] | insomnia, slight PTSD from former missions, platonic relationship, pillow-talk, fluff.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You weren't a stranger to restless nights.

Nights that are spent staring at the ceiling, the alarm clock on your nightstand, or your knees tucked against your body; nights where it would take hours for sleep to finally find you, often leaving you uneasy for the rest of the day.

Some nights, you'd be too frustrated to fight it, deciding to sneak out of your room as quietly as you could to make your way to the shared kitchen; sitting by the island counter with a mug of herbal tea and sprawled open newspaper. You were sure that the paper wasn't up to date, because frankly, nobody ever touched it if it wasn't for Steve and Bucky recitating how languishing it was to get a hold of that thin sheet instead of scrolling away on their smartphones. They were the designated japing material for Tony, if anything.

Some other nights, it would be warm enough for you to walk through the neatly kept yard, a scarf thrown on your shoulders as you walked off your endless trains of thought, a cool breeze acting as a splash of cold water against your face to keep you in the moment.

But more often than not, you found it hard to leave the bed. Dreaded the way hours went through but your mind never left its overdrive state, pushing you from emotion to emotion until the sun came up, and illuminated your surroundings through the blinds.

You never told anyone why you seemed so exhausted each morning, but somebody knew. That somebody went through, if not exact, similar things each night when he put his head on the pillow. Not that he was a psychic- he couldn't read through you, but thanks to the serum he was given, he could hear you through the walls which separated your rooms.

Bucky could hear your otherwise quiet sobs and strings of curses which left your lips from frustration. He could hear the sheets beneath you as you tossed and turned, closing his eyes and fidgeting with the hem of the blanket as he sighed.

It felt somewhat relieving to know that he wasn't the only one feeling that way.

He was battling with his own problems by the other side of the wall, not exactly finding it that hard to sleep but still dreading it. The nightmares plagued him, stuck onto his soul like a blood-sucking leech, pushing him awake with a knot on his stomach and definitely not enough oxygen in his lungs. He wouldn't have slept if he knew that the exhaustion wouldn't get to him during missions, so even though it was painful to relive every single of his darkest memories each night when he closed his eyes, he still went through that torture over and over again as to not put anybody in danger, just because he was tired.

He spoke in his sleep often, mostly quiet, but sometimes his protests were loud enough that you could slightly hear them from your side of the wall. You knew how hard it must be for him, he carried decades worth of trauma on his shoulders on a daily basis and he was way too proud to admit to it, and do something about it.

You were proud too, so you couldn't really blame him for that.

This situation between the two of you stood as a mutual pity -not exactly pity, maybe compassion- for months, until one night, it all got too much to bear.

An extraction mission went terribly downhill the other night, resulting in more casualties than your conscience could afford. The hot steam of your shower washed away the dirt and the debris but not the pangs of remorse, it clung to you, even when Steve specifically told everyone involved that it wasn't anybody's fault. There's nothing they could've done.

You went to bed later that night after contemplating everything Tony said to the team during the debriefing, the rest of the compound already fast asleep when you laid on top of your blanket. With your skimpy sleeping clothes in the nighttime, it was easy to get cold, yet you couldn't find it in yourself to bury yourself beneath the sheets. You couldn't get yourself to lift an arm, even.

A warm tear slid down your cheek, a few others following through the damp trail, all the way down to your neck. You had the urge to wipe it all away but you couldn't, transfixed on the wall instead. Soft sniffling accompanied your tears, and not too long after, quiet sobs. And of course, you had no idea that your current state was obvious to anybody, until the quiet buzz of your phone yanked you out of your trance.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you reached for the nightstand, squinting a little to get used to the light as you held the phone up. A notification from Bucky Barnes.

"Everything is going to be alright."

For some reason, that short sentence forced a sob out of you, as you stared at it for a good minute. You felt heard. You felt like you could believe him.

Bucky was a good man at his core.

"I've been hearing that for years now." you texted back, fingers shaky from both your emotions and the cold. "You can't sleep, too?"

From the other side of the wall, Bucky chuckled to himself. Vibranium and flesh fingers tapped against the screen, and then deleted it all, only to start over. "I haven't slept properly for years unless it was on ice."

"Come join my misery, then."

And that's how Bucky found himself by your door, shutting it behind him as you sat up on the bed to pat the spot next to you. Temptative steps led him to your bed, as he sat by your side, leaning on the bed frame before pulling the blanket up to cover your legs. An awkward sigh left your lips, Bucky nodding in acknowledgement as if he could read your thoughts. Being teammates didn't always mean being close to everybody, and although the two of you knew each other well by now, you weren't that close. Not close enough to have a tearful sleepover anyhow.

"How are you feeling?" thankfully, Bucky broke off the silence, earning a shrug from you as a response to his question.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" you asked back, as a soft grin took over his features, arms crossing on his chest. The action would seem defensive if you didn't know him.

"Nightmares."

"I thought you said you didn't have them anymore."

"Yeah, to my therapist." he chuckled.

Your questioning gaze found his. "Lying to your therapist won't do you any good."

"I don't owe her the truth," letting out a sigh, he readjusted his position on your bed, head falling back against the frame of it.

Your curiosity didn't diminish however, as you slowly pulled yourself towards the bed frame like him, to lean against it. "And you owe it to me?"

"I'll be real with you even if I don't need to." his words were soft as they reached your ears, making you hum a little as your gaze fell to your lap. "You're my friend."

You couldn't help the smile which crawled its way up to your lips at that. "I'm glad you consider me one." you hummed, as quietly as you could. "Didn't think you would. How'd you know I wasn't asleep, though?"

"Thin walls," he joked, earning a perplexed look from you. "I mean- they're not, yeah. But, you know, the serum and all… I can hear you all the time."

"Oh, shit." you chuckled to yourself, making him laugh along with you. "Gosh- I'm really sorry. The nightmares are giving you a hard time and I'm probably not making it easier."

"You're alright. Better than Clint when he's over, at least, he sings a lot."

"He does?!"

"Not very good at it." he spoke, smiling when he noticed how your nose scrunched a little with your laugh. "My judgment might be clouded by 40's music, though."

It was surprising how little it took for Bucky to bring your mood up, filling your soul with a newfound sense of comfort which slowly, but surely, made you sleepier by the second. It wasn't all that different for him- making you laugh wasn't the hardest task because let's be honest, you were the one who'd always start laughing first during serious occasions, but being the cause of such a beautiful sound made him feel like he was accomplishing.

Bucky took notice of the way you didn't seem as tense as you used to when he first came to your room, hours of chatting was bound to get you both relaxed and somehow, by the end of the first hour, his head ended up by your shoulder as you played with his hair, listening to you as you told him about what your first impressions of everybody was.

"What did you think about me, then?" he asked, all quiet. "When I first came here."

"You didn't have a good reputation to start with," you sighed out, fingers brushing through his soft strands. "But Steve told us incredible things about you. How you were a knight in disguise, always willing to help, all those things.."

"But you called bullshit when you first saw me, hm?"

"Not exactly." you chuckled softly. "A good man is always a good man, Bucky. No matter what happened to them, or what they were forced into. At your core, if decency is what you stand by, it follows you through."

He huffed out a breath, smiling to himself before tucking his body closer to yours. "That's probably the kindest thing anyone's ever said about me."

"Now, I call that bullshit," you peeled your body away from his a little, just so he could lift his head and look at you. "You have a virtuous soul."

"You're not so bad yourself." he teased, earning a playful scoff from you as you kept looking at him, rather lovingly. He parted his lips to speak, giving himself a moment to put his words in order. "Wanna go to sleep?"

You shook your head in a nod, slowly pushing yourself away from the frame of the bed this time, letting him slightly hover over you as you laid your head against your pillow, patting your chest for him. "C'mere."

"Are you sure?"

"You seem to like it there," you joked, one hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "Don't worry about it."

And of course, he had nothing to worry about, as he laid his head on your chest, arms wrapped around one another.

It already felt like it'd be the best sleep both of you has ever got in years.

"So," Natasha chirped, walking towards you as you held a mug of freshly brewed coffee between your palms, leaned against a column by the big windows. You smiled up at her, no idea what that grin on her lips was all about. She wasn't always the one to carry such positive, or rather teasing vibes around. "Care to explain why I saw Barnes leaving your room this morning?"

You almost choked on your coffee at that, immediately shaking your head to both sides as your brows knitted together. "Nothing! Nothing like that, God, It's just- neither of us could sleep, so we decided to help each other out."

"That still sounds sexual."

"But it isn't!" you protested, voice getting lower to avoid anyone else hearing. "We just slept together."

"Y/N, I can't believe I have to say this again, but that also sounds-"

"I know what it sounds like, jeez," you cut her off, slightly chuckling along with her as you took another sip of your coffee. "Don't tell anyone or I'll stand by your bed at night and weep."

"That's creepy," she pulled a disgusted face, hand coming forward to squeeze yours for a moment before letting go. "Jokes aside, while I'm glad you guys are- doing whatever that is, Tony is forcing a game night upon us so make sure to drag him along tonight."

"Yeah, yeah sure." you nodded with uncertainty, unsure if Bucky would join in and actually participate- he would probably much rather watch from a safe distance.

Would it be awkward to invite him to the game night yourself? I mean, wouldn't it sound… forced? Just because you slept together -not sexually-? One way to find out.

You managed to find Bucky in the training room after an extensive search through the facility. Sure, you could've just asked FRIDAY- but maybe this was your way of dragging it out. He was resting by the benches, drinking water out of a bottle he held tightly in his palm, a knife twirling in between his metal fingers. You cleared your throat before approaching him, noticing how his demeanor softened a bit instantly. "You know, I always admired the way you use that knife."

He chuckled at that. "Really? You're well-trained, Y/N, I'm pretty sure you've had time to admire things way cooler than some knife tricks."

"Close combat isn't my line of the country." you shrugged, slowly taking the knife from him, just to admire it. "I'm far more experienced in firearms. Not as cool as juggling knives through a fight."

"What makes you think that?"

"I feel like it's cowardice, for starters," you huffed out a smile. "Doesn't really give your opponent a way to fight back. You're not competing through skills- you're competing through how your gun is built."

He took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. "I've seen you in hand-to-hand combat, though. You're not- like, I think you're pretty good. Awesome, at times."

You handed his knife back to him before shrugging, a gentle grin on your lips as you did so. "We never sparred together, right?"

"Because I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way-"

"Bucky," you laughed out, getting up from your seat before extending a hand to him, just so he could hold it and get up after you. "I spar with Natasha. She makes real combat pale in comparison. I think I could handle you. Besides, how else are you gonna teach me all those knife tricks?"

"You make me sound like a clown when you call them knife tricks."

"You're juggling with 'em."

"Just stop."

Much to Bucky's surprise, you did handle him quite well. After almost an hour of sparring and learning those 'knife juggles', you were still going strong, body filled with energy as you pushed against his metal arm to get out of his grasp. With a gentle kick to the back of his knee just so you wouldn't actually hurt him, you brought him down on his knees, using his hair as leverage to bring his gaze up. "Still don't wanna hurt me?" you panted out, earning a tired chuckle from Bucky.

"How do you-" he breathed, taking a moment to regulate his oxygen intake further. "How do you seem to just guess what I'm about to do?"

"I observe. Watched you fight a lot- do you not study your friends' weaknesses?"

"Now, why the hell would anybody do that?"

"Cover them when someone's going for those spots." you slowly collapsed on the ground next to him, one hand on top of your stomach as you took deep breaths. "I didn't come here to spar, actually. I, um- apparently some game night kind of thing is in order, just tonight. Thought you and I could make a great team."

"You know I'm not really big on those," a grunt left his lips as he laid down next to you, eyes closing slightly in discomfort. "It's really not that fun to bounce a ball into a glass of alcohol."

"It's unhygienic to start with, and yeah, kind of pointless." you chuckled to yourself. "Could be fun, though."

"Yeah," he whispered, shifting in his position to get comfortable. "Maybe."

Challenging Clint Barton on darts was an incredibly dumb idea, and that idea could only stem from Tony. As you watched the two annoy the hell out of each other with a smile, your eyes finally wandered all the way to where Bucky was. Despite saying that he wasn't big on game nights, he seemed to have fun, and even though you didn't participate much, the fact that he was out here smiling kept you happy.

You didn't notice him coming towards you with heavy steps when you looked down at the bottle of beer in your hand, trying to scrape off the brand label from the bottle. You suddenly felt his weight on the couch, right next to you, and offered the bottle to him which he took with gratitude, bringing the brim to his lips in order to take a sip.

"You know, I didn't tell you this in the morning, but," he sighed, handing the bottle right back to you before his gaze met yours. "I've been having those nightmares every night and last night, I still had one, but it wasn't… It was like I knew that it wasn't real. Like I knew that I was by your side, and all those things were just, shit my brain made up, you know?"

You nodded slightly, your smile growing a bit as you looked at him, practically urging him to keep speaking.

"It was like being next to you last night gave me some sort of lucidity and I prayed that I'd get that at nights for like, months." you brought the bottle up to take a sip of your own as he chuckled. "Just wanted to thank you for that."

"Maybe if we keep going, it'll all stop altogether." you whispered, shrugging to yourself. "I slept quite well, too. Insomnia is a real bitch but you got me sleepy, real fast."

"Are you calling me boring?"

"Maybe, maybe not," you chuckled, setting your now almost-empty bottle on the coffee table before leaning back on your seat again.

"So," he hummed, hand slowly reaching yours to hold it and give it a firm squeeze. "Wanna go to sleep?"

"Yes please."

You felt like a teenager, changing into your pajamas with a friend only to sit cross-legged on the bed together and exchange stories, sometimes even gossip. Minty taste of your toothpaste still evident on your tongue as you laughed along with him to some silly joke, tracing the outline of the metal parts of his arm when he draped it over you, quieter by the second.

"Your heart beats fast when you're around other people," he spoke softly, his observation causing you to hum and look at him as he laid on his side, flesh arm serving as a pillow beneath his head. "Not around me. At least not anymore."

"It's comforting to have you here." you shrugged, cool metal warming under your palm when you got to tracing his fingers. "It all gets calmer."

"Like bad things can't get you here," he chuckled, making you nod along with him before you squirmed a bit on where you laid, until you could tuck yourself closer to his chest. He got the hint and his grip on you went a bit tighter, the blanket you had over your body feeling useless considering how much heat Bucky was radiating. "Is it only me, who makes it better?"

"It's not like this with other people."

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lumenflowered · 4 months

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heyyy, so. the kimono girls said it was fine to record the show and share it with rotomblr as long as I sent them a copy too, so i did! i think its REALLY cool personally. and also we could all uh. use a distraction from The Rocket BS right now

...however. there is open flame due to "there are fire-type attacks used onstage" reasons which is why im putting it under a cut. fluff, this means you, either don't watch this or dm me so i can tell you when to look away and when it's safe to look back

[A video is attached. It's clearly being taken from the back of an admittedly somewhat small theater, though the theater itself seems rather full. It's difficult to pick out any familiar faces in the audience given that the video is being taken from behind, but a dark-haired woman in a pink jacket can be seen beside a Noctowl near the back, and she—unlike many of those in the audience—is watching the stage intently.

The lights dim. It's time for the show to begin.

And begin it does, with a spotlight shining upon a single woman in a black kimono who steps out from behind the curtains, an Umbreon trotting by her side.

"Once upon a time," she calls out, "on a fateful night many centuries ago, two towers stood tall above the proud city of Ecruteak."

The spotlight dims as the curtains open, only to be replaced by artificial moonlight summoned by that very Umbreon. It shines upon the stage, shines upon the painted backdrop of two tall towers, shines upon the woman in the black kimono and her Umbreon partner.

"The full moon shining down upon them both," she continues, "was not to last."

The moonlight fades as the spotlight intensifies once more, another one joining it to shine now on a very brief battle between an Umbreon and... yes, that is an Arcanine, and it certainly looks like Molotov even if Maria herself is hidden somewhere in the wings. He uses Fire Fang once, again in response to an attack by the Umbreon, and the Umbreon is recalled into a Pokéball with a dim flash of red light.

The woman in the black kimono bows her head, and the spotlight goes from her to another woman, bearing a striking resemblance to the first, save for the fact that the second performer is wearing a yellow kimono, and there is a Jolteon by her side.

She speaks. "Along came a sudden storm. Lightning crashed down—"

The Jolteon, as she speaks, turns towards the other side of the stage—yes, there's that Arcanine again, he moved fast—and uses Thunder. As the Pokémon battle, the woman in the yellow kimono continues to narrate.

"—and a great, rolling thunder awoke many of those living within the city of that time. Those who were not wakened by the noise would soon be by their fellows, for that great and terrible bolt of lightning had struck one of their two sacred towers. The Brass Tower, it was called then."

She recalls her Jolteon, and bows her head. The spotlight shifts to a third woman in a kimono, this one red, this one alongside a Flareon.

"And the Brass Tower burned," says the woman in red, as her own Flareon begins to fight against the Arcanine.

Both Pokémon use Fire-type attack after Fire-type attack, but a particularly discerning eye might notice that the attacks are exclusively directed at each other, and that neither Pokémon seems to be taking much damage. Or any damage. Perhaps both have the ability Flash Fire.

"Those living in Ecruteak worked tirelessly to stop the blaze, but by the time that the fire had burned itself out, it became clear that three Pokémon had not been able to escape the tower in time."

The battle ends, eventually, with some sort of physical move from the Arcanine. The woman in red recalls her Flareon, and bows her head, and the spotlight shifts to a fourth woman, clad in a blue kimono, standing beside a Vaporeon.

"It began to rain, then," the woman in blue says, and her Vaporeon throws up a water move that scatters droplets all across the stage before engaging in battle with the Arcanine as well. "It began to rain—too little, too late to save those Pokémon—and Ecruteak itself came to mourn, as it seemed the very world mourned too."

It looks for a moment, if only a brief moment, that the Arcanine will not be emerging victorious against the Vaporeon at all. The Pokémon looks back into the wings, as if being directed by someone there, and then digs his feet in and uses a different move, one perhaps identifiable by a discerning eye as Reversal, one that forces the Vaporeon's trainer to recall her Pokémon as well.

The woman in the blue kimono does so, and bows her head on cue, as the spotlight once again shifts. This time, it is to a fifth woman in a kimono, this one wearing pink, this one next to an Espeon.

"Suddenly," she proclaims, "the rain ceased. The clouds parted. The moon was no longer visible, but legend has it the stars could be seen up ahead, as could the lightening sky of a new dawn."

The Espeon uses Swift, covering the stage in ethereal stars, before engaging in battle once more with the Arcanine. Molotov, at this point, is starting to look very tired—but he emerges victorious here as well, and the Espeon is recalled by her trainer.

The spotlight shifts back to the woman in the black kimono, now alone as she walks toward the center of the stage.

"But it was not a new dawn that the people of Ecruteak witnessed," the woman in the black kimono says. "It was a truly great Pokémon, resplendent in its approach, who heard their cries of sorrow and sought to assuage them."

She steps aside, revealing a pale, silver-haired woman standing so that the golden cape draped across one shoulder catches the light. In the spotlight, the cape shimmers with far more colors than merely the one. An Arcanine sits obediently beside her, his tail wagging.

The woman—Maria, almost certainly—says nothing. A second spotlight returns to the left side of the stage, illuminating the woman in the pink kimono, now also standing alone.

"Ho-oh heard our pleas," she says, "and the lord of the skies had come to answer them. One by one, the three Pokémon who had perished in the blaze emerged from the wreckage. They were alive once more; alive, but not unchanged."

(If the viewer is paying particularly close attention to Maria, they might see her barely flinch at the name Ho-oh. They might see her gaze flick in that direction, but for the most part she remains standing as she has been since she emerged from backstage.)

The spotlight shifts from the woman in the pink kimono, and three spotlights illuminate the other three women one by one, as the three say three names.

"Raikou," says the woman in yellow.

"Entei," says the woman in red.

"Suicune," says the woman in blue.

Two of those spotlights dim entirely. The woman in the yellow kimono continues, "The people of Ecruteak feared the power that could defy death itself. They assaulted what they did not understand; they attacked the three Pokémon reborn."

The spotlight shifts to the woman in the red kimono. "Ho-oh protected them with their own body, allowing the trio to flee. They never retaliated, merely flew off into the early morning skies, never to be seen again by anyone who who stood there that day."

"Perhaps," says the woman in the blue kimono as the spotlight shifts once more to her, "perhaps one day, when the people of Ecruteak—the people of Johto—have demonstrated that we are worthy of that trust and protection again, perhaps Ho-oh will return then. But only then, when a worthy soul is chosen, will that great Pokémon fly our skies again."

Maria turns, walking backstage again, the spotlight illuminating her golden cape. Her Arcanine walks alongside her, and the spotlight—as well as the one illuminating the woman in the blue kimono—goes out.

The lights come up, again, in less than a minute. The five Kimono Girls stand upon the stage, alongside their Pokémon once more, and bow one by one, to quite a lot of applause.

Maria returns from backstage, still wearing the cape, to bow too. She looks... taken aback, by the fact that she receives any applause at all, never mind more than the Kimono Girls did. Or perhaps she's taken aback by something else entirely.

The video ends.]

#ooc: this took me literal hours to write out #ooc: which tracks #ooc: bc it's 1349 words not counting ade #firebird arc #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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the-gayest-sky-kid · 1 year

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realized i never posted this outside of the aeventi discord server and im actually kinda proud of the pictures so

now with annotations!!!

venti is nothing but a short king to me and i refuse to believe he'd be anywhere above my chin. aether gives off 5'4 energy and somehow everyone agrees with that. aether is always taller to me

age is obvious. we only know so much but i think the traveler is a lot older so thats why aether gets ++.

gender is for losers real bitches use he/him pronouns because they're cool and imitating their dead bestie. paimon ate aethers but. he/they. in my heart and soul.

my headcanons for venti depend solely upon the time of day or the weather or smth idk. regardless he is on the aroace-spec. aethers like fuck if i know???. and he doesn't fuck so he doesn't know

aether doesn't care that much but he leans more towards holding people cause then they dont run away from him in his dreams saying he came too late. or something. venti doesn't really care for spooning roles but he's actually always liked being held so (i see you sitting on your statue bozo)

venti keeps throwing his cape on aether. aether never actually asks for it but they do like it a lot. they both think it's really cute.

aether uses pet names ironically sometimes but only with people he wont see often or needs to sass. very aware of the importance and power of names. venti 'my warrior' 'my shining star' 'my hero' 'windblume' barbatos comes up with some new overly sentimental and important nickname every 10 seconds and he's about to make it everyones (aethers) business

i dont think aethers actually that introverted. we know they enjoy social gatherings and hanging out with friends and stuff. i think hes more just. normal. ventis a lot more social than him but he's not actually that extroverted.

venti 'my warrior youve worked so hard i understand how you feel' 'youre the gentlest soul ive ever met' barbatos is really good at conveying his affections through his words. of course though, hes more than familiar with the power of actions. aether knows how to give good advice and sweetalk but they definitely rely more on their actions to convey their thoughts

traveler 'your eyes remind me of the colour of the sky in my hometown' 'do you like the windblumes i picked for you' 'do you like the decorations in my house i can change them all if you hate it' aether is 100% the one that confesses first. i think venti would wait for them because he doesn't want to tie him down to anything but like. hes not oblivious.

aether completely and totally squashes bugs with his shoe on sight. i think it'd be funny if venti was really scared of them but he does appreciate all the life in this world so i feel like he's not actually that scared of them. he would scream for aether if there was a bug in the house just because its funny and they look so cool doing it

okay the thing is. they both have the potential to be equally good and bad drivers. venti can guide dvalin but he totally couldn't drive a waverider. aether could be decent at the waverider but he'd crash the dragon. they both could suck too.

venti can cook like 5 recipes total. hes pretty good at those, but like. only those. aether should definitely open a restaurant but they also like it sometimes when venti tries to cook. more often than not however aether makes dinner and ventis not complaining

aethers kinda neutral about it? there are times and things he could bare but ehhh. but he likes holding ventis hand a lot so he leans slightly more towards PDA. venti wants to kiss his boyfriend and its a free (and his) country so. but he definitely takes care to only do it when aethers comfortable. i feel like he only uses the really sentimental petnames alone though too. like 'my darling honorary knight' in front of people and 'my starfell apostle' or smth equally sappy and weird at home

aether knows venti can take care of himself. he knows everyone is more than capable of taking care of things. but their ally at low hp line (LET ME AT EM) leads me to believe they do have a protective streak. venti has seen his boyfriend fuck shit up literally everywhere they go and he knows a lot more about it than he lets on. He's definitely very chill about everything (like in the GAA) but that doesn't mean he isn't concerned sometimes.

i literally dont know. they're both like we've had a couple things that kinda went somewhere and kinda went nowhere at the same time. idk

horny level???? they are Asexual to me. i think ventis like. pretty low libido ace and aethers like while you were having sex *I* studied the blade. bitch. i think they make out sometimes but that's more of an intimacy thing

i choose to believe aether is kinda awkward. like dont get me wrong traveler is hilarious!!! in dialogue options and with paimon. and mona said they dont talk much so. i think hes only really funny in private, thoughts, or in his native language because some jokes dont translate very well. venti has his occasional moments but ultimately he is the more social one.

THEY ARE NOT VERY JEALOUS. TO ME. like they definitely have a large degree of healthy communication and trust. if they are jealous they talk to each other. i choose to believe aether is slightly more prone to it just because hes the more overprotective one and doesn't have like. song time powers.

so in conclusion: they are gay. your honor. homosexual even

#aeventi #venther #longer post #long post #my art :d #swearing cw #im normal about them can you tell #so normal 👍

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scarecrowmax · 3 months

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misc. tag game...

Thank you for the tag @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing <3

a band you don’t like that many others do:

not technically a band but taylor swift. i just never really liked her music and i find her so overplayed that it's actually gotten to the point i get annoyed when i hear it played.

a childhood memory that you remember vividly:

one day i came home from school after we got to visit the school library and i borrowed the bailey school kids book about cupids and so when i got home i laid down on my top bunk and read the whole book and finished just in time for dinner and i was so proud of myself for finishing it so fast until i remembered it was gonna be a full week before we got to go back to the library

least favorite animal and why:

i don't necessarily have a least favorite animal but i guess small dogs? i just find them weirdly unnerving and so often they're so loud and badly trained and not washed often enough so they smell and i just don't really like them

hot fandom take:

just because someone/something is popular in the fandom it doesn't mean it/they're good. sometimes people or concepts just suck either in general or for your experience and it's fine to not interact/block/not consume that content if it isn't doing it for you.

do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

i wear a ring on each hand every day and i wear earrings and necklaces sometimes too. i love my rings, my hands feel naked without them honestly, but my current favorite piece is probably a necklace i made out of a broken ring. it was an adjustable one and one side snapped off so i snapped off the other side, added a jump ring through an open part of it and added a chain. it's a spider holding a skull. its super fun and very different to a lot of my other pieces.

a movie others liked but you didn’t:

i'm not really a fan of the original evil dead trilogy. like the concept is cool but the humor, the stop motion animation, and a lot of the deadite makeup is just not really my taste. i do love the 2013 movie though. big fan of that one.

three things you love about yourself:

i've learned to be just okay at things and still have fun doing them, i have really pretty eyes, the fact i make a lot of things be it food or crafts or fandom stuff i just like making things

a place you hope to visit in the future and why:

i'd love to visit somewhere outside the us sometime because i never have before

an actor that gets on your nerves and why:

there's several and honestly it's either their energy or they did some fucked up shit and im tired of people talking about them. im not gonna name names though.

things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:

i'm gonna see a band I really like on the 17th of next month and it's gonna be so great because it's a small venue so I'll almost assuredly have a great view. plus tickets with service fees were $17.50 a piece which rocks. im spending more on gas to see them than on tickets which i find funny.

least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

i have zero interest in naming names here, i'll keep that in my exclude tags lists on ao3

what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:

i don't think i'm actually in any. i don't interact with shit like that because i'm in fandoms to have fun and enjoy shit so i stay out of drama and will block people who suck and then forget they exist

list three things you find beautiful about life:

people care about each other even when we don't know each other, there's a million little joys to be found in life, you can meet someone and have a great time together at an event and never speak again but you'll remember them fondly and do it over and over again.

any dreams for the future?

uhhhh, not really? I've never been a big dreamer. i'm a day by day girlie from way back

how are you really feeling today?

not too bad, i was good earlier but i played a couple video games too long earlier and now my ability to focus my eyes is a little screwy and I've got a bit of a headache

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WE'RE GETTING NEAR THE END!!!

157, 158, 159, and 160 are just phenomenal episodes, and I have a LOT to say about them. So... let's get on with it, I suppose.

@a-mag-a-day

It was mostly rambling this time around

This tape was left on my desk. I don’t know by who, but to my mind, there are three options. Martin has left it here to let me know that whatever the situation is with Peter Lukas, it is entering its final act, and he needs my help. Alternatively, Peter may have left here to… goad me into action? Or just to gloat, to highlight my helplessness at everything. Or Annabelle Cane is trying to manipulate me into thinking it’s one of the other scenarios.

I think it's the third one, like, this is his final mark. I think Annabelle left it there. I don't think it was Martin or Peter, but it could have been. I'm pretty sure it was Annabelle.

Combined with its extremely disturbing symptoms, which caused the skin and muscles to become loose and malleable until they sloughed completely off the body, leaving only a skeleton and organs… well, she was certain that it was the product of an otherworldly evil, and called me.

Good lord! That's disgusting!!

His heart was exposed. It was beating fast, so fast, despite the awful green decay that seemed to be eating at it.

THAT'S HORRIFYING!! :D < loves body horror

Like that's so disgusting, oooh, I should have drawn for this episode. I might be able to lure my scrunkly into tma again with the promise of body horror.

There were a few: a woman melted into her now crimson bed; an old man whose bright eyes still stared out of his skull, watching the television, though the rest of him lay pooled on the floor. And in all of them, the frantic beating of their decomposing hearts.

Oh god, that's horrifying. How are they still alive?? Are they made to be still alive? Are they conscious as their body decomposes around them and they are helpless to stop it, for without muscles they're immobilised? This is just... horrific. 10/10

The sick were pulling themselves out of their houses, crawling, dragging themselves towards some other place, leaving bits behind on the rough pavement as they did so.

That is a disgusting mental image that has just entered my mind. Rotting people dragging themselves across the pavement, leaving streaks of blood, flesh tearing and ripping off, until they can't move, and they lay there, helpless, on the pavement, as their heart continues to beat.

He was sat upon a most dreadful throne, formed from a dozen, two dozen bodies mixed together like putty. Eyes staring out like horror-stricken stars twinkling in the night, and their hearts beating for all to see. A moaning came from that awful seat: voices trying to scream through things that weren’t their throat. And it is a sound I shall be glad to leave behind me when I go to my rest.

OH MY GOD THATS HORRIFYING UH WOW OH GOD I LOVE THAT IM ALSO JUST WOW OKAY WOW

wow!

i like this a lot!

I have dragged those other afflicted I could find into the parkplatz, laid them at the feet of that appalling throne, and taken the last gift of that generous construction site: a dozen cans of petrol. I will sit upon that seat and release these poor souls from their suffering, and hopefully make things simpler for the ECDC cleanup crews.

That's also an amazing image in my head. Hats off to Adelard Dekker for having a really cool death scene.

For all that, though, I cannot regret at the time I have spent seeking it. I have done my duty, and none may ask more of me. I am proud of the work we have done, and it has been an honor to do it alongside you.

Oh, I'm sad now.

I'm not sure what to say. Just pointing at it.

Goodbye, Gertrude. May you find your rest where no shadows are cast, and no eyes may see you slumber.

This is a great last line of a statement, and a great last line from a character. Goodbye, Adelard Dekker. He was great. He was doing good.

GEORGIE No, Jon, you’ve done enough! ARCHIVIST I just need to talk to her – GEORGIE What don’t you understand? She mutilated herself to get out of that place, and there is absolutely no way I’m letting you involve her again.

Yet another situation where I can understand both sides but have only been on one side! Yayyyy! That side being Jon's side.

I'm not saying Jon shouldn't have gone to Melanie, I mean, Melanie never said that Jon couldn't go to her, but I understand why Georgie wouldn't want him around her. It's not Jon's fault that Melanie was at the institute - like ever - but, I understand where Georgie's coming from. Like it's a whole bloody mess, I understand being in Jon's position, I understand cutting yourself off from people and then wanting to reach out and having no one to reach out to. I haven't been in Georgie's position, but I do understand wanting to protect the people you love.

I don't know. It's difficult. Should he have taken the hint and not gone to them? Sure. But it's a difficult time. I'm just... not going to pass... that much judgement. Because in this specific scenario, I don't think anyone's more wrong than the other. The Admiral is the most right though.

MELANIE Jon… don’t. Please. ARCHIVIST No, you’re right, I’m sorry. You alright?

Not associating with someone... means not associating with someone. If someone tells you to go away or to stop bringing up stuff they want nothing to do with... you should respect that. And I get that Jon's in a difficult situation, but I think the same applies.

He's handling it well. I sure hope nothing in this conversation is going to break my heart or anything.

MELANIE (Laughs) My therapist isn’t happy about it, you know. Unsurprisingly. Tried to have me put away, but they, um… they let me come here. It’s – it’s been good for me though I feel alright. I’m – I’m not scared anymore.

HHhhhhhh!!

I'm happy for her, alright, I love Melanie. I'm glad she's doing better. I really am.

MELANIE It’s – it’s okay. He’s welcome… as a friend. But that’s it. ARCHIVIST Right. MELANIE But you’re not after a friend, are you, Jon? ARCHIVIST I need an ally. MELANIE Then I can’t help you. ARCHIVIST I suppose not.

AND THERE'S THE THING THAT'S GOING TO BREAK MY HEART!

I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that they could have been friends, that they were so bloody close, but Jon didn't need a friend, and Melanie couldn't go back, and the world ended, and I just hate how they could have been friends, could probably have been good friends, but circumstances were like "fuck you".

This podded cast, I'm telling you.

ARCHIVIST Look after yourself. Both of you. MELANIE You too. Good luck, I guess. ARCHIVIST Thanks.

it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine i'm soo normal about this

i wish they all could have made it out. but that's not how it works. and honestly, with everyone's knowledge of the whole situation... i'm not sure if there was a way to prevent it.

it being the eyepocalypse.

ARCHIVIST I need to know what’s in there. What’s at the center? I-it’s important, Martin – I need to know. HELEN (Gleeful) That’s a shame, because I’m afraid I’m not going to tell you! ARCHIVIST What? Why not? HELEN Because I have a good enough sense of what’s going on to know that it will be much more fun without my involvement! (The end of her words are almost lost as she laughs.)

HE'S JUST BEEN BETRAYED BY SOMEONE HE BARELY TRUSTED

that's gotta sting. especially, ah, well... especially knowing that she knew what she knew.

ARCHIVIST What? You – you said you were going to help! HELEN I am. ARCHIVIST I don’t have time for this. (Compellingly) What is at the cen– [Something changes. There’s a high, unsettling metallic sound and the sound of a knife (or something like a knife). Helen is threatening The Archivist.] HELEN (Threateningly.) No. We’re not playing your game. Now don’t forget how sharp I can be, Archivist. Perhaps here, now, you’re powerful enough to learn what you want from me, but if you try, I promise you I will resist. And only one of us is going to survive the attempt.

Oh... god. Just, like, he didn't trust her, or he thought he didn't trust her, and she was still able to betray him.

I love this moment, just "don't forget how sharp I can be, Archivist", and it's just like oh god, this is what she is, she's not your friend, she's not going to help you get to where you need to go, and you knew that all along, didn't you? Why are you surprised, it's hardly a betrayal when she threatens you with... whatever it is, when she threatens to kill you, when she lets someone end the world through you. You always knew what she was.

Why did you let her hurt you? You always knew what she was.

Reasons why Helen is my favourite variant of the Distortion part 10789

HELEN Run home, Jon. Find a victim on the way. Chaos is coming and I think you’d best be ready. ARCHIVIST Just tell me what’s going on. Please. HELEN Bad things, Archivist. Really bad things.

Shut up shut up I can't stop thinking about the end of this. Just, knowing something's coming, not knowing what it is, not knowing what's happening, alone in the tunnels, stabbed in the back by a monster who tricked you into believing she was a friend - you knew what she was, why did you let her. I can't stop thinking about him just completely alone and afraid and knowing only that something bad is about to happen.

Hhhhh Jonathan Sims <3

#the magnus archives #tma #a mag a day #jonathan sims #helen distortion #helen #jonathan sims + helen distortion #mag 157 #hhh jon and helen make me want to cry #tma spoilers #landscaping your mind chapter one

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