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literary-illuminati · 3 months

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2024 Book Review #3 – Monstress Volume One: Awakening by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

Monstress is one of about three comics I’ve ever considered myself an unequivocal fan of. I, alas, lost track of things during a hiatus a while back, and got to the point where I barely remembered where I was or what was happening. So, as a palate cleanser between longer books, I’m making it a project for the first chunk of the year to reread this from the start until I’m caught up again.

This is a very high concept series – a matriarchal dieselpunk fantasy world vaguely inspired by 1920s/30s East Asia with a strong art deco aesthetic. The world is divided between the Arcanic Courts – kingdoms ruled by the animalistic ‘Ancients’ and populated by the Arcanic descendants of their half-human children – and the Federation – a human nation-state dominated by witch-nuns who derive their influence from being able to render down the corpses of said Arcanics into magically potent ‘lilium’. Also there are insubstantial projections/ghosts of titanic tentacle-ey monsters that wander across the landscape sometimes. And a genocidal war ended in a stalemate a decade ago after a city was destroyed by something that no one on either side understands. Oh an in addition to the anthromorphic animal Ancients there’s also just normal cats, except they’re sapient and capable of speech and also necromancy. The book really throws you into things and a decent chunk of the first volume is just introducing and establishing the rules of the world.

The actual plot follows Maika Halfwold, an Arcanic who can pass for human except for the giant occult tattoo on her chest. The story follows her abandoning her girlfriend and voluntarily getting herself enslaved and brought to the mansion/mad science laboratory of a powerful witch-nun so she can break out, fight her way through it, and interrogate her at gunpoint for information about the giant gaps in her memory of when as a child her mother worked with the witch on an archaeological dig. Things escalate from there due to a shard of an enchanted mask and an eldritch abomination that had been slumbering with Maika’s body who is awoken by it. The balance of the volume is spent with her, an incredibly untrustworthy cat, and a vulpine arcanic child who she more or less accidentally rescued from slavery as they try to escape the manhunt after them.

So there’s a lot here, and I really do love almost all of it. Most obviously, the art is just gorgeous – I mean, I’m an easy sell on dieselpunk/fantasy 20s stuff, but genre trappings aside the detail and use of colour is just incredible, and even the less detailed panels do an amazing job capturing expressions and emotion. Basically every aspect of character and environmental design is just very deliberate as well – aesthetics reflect character, and scenes are full of little background details that help sell and fill in the world. But fundamentally just very pretty, an aesthetic pleasure to behold.

Of course, one of the things a whole page of artistic flourishing is devoted to is a flashback of Maika – a starving enslaved orphan during the war – eating the stomach of another child who’d died before her to keep herself going. This is a book that just about exults in brutality and brokenness – ‘there is more hunger in the world than love’ is basically the tagline of the entire volume. This is a world on the verge of a genocidal total war, rife with slavery and human sacrifice, and it pulls absolutely no punches about depicting that (so, so many dead children). With, like, one-three exceptions everyone is flawed and compromised and betrays something they care about when their backs are against the wall. You really and truly can’t trust anyone.

You can see this clearly with Maika herself. She’s just, genuinely an incredibly unpleasant person to be around. Responds to feeling unsure or anxious by lashing out, all but incapable of showing affection in any legible way, too wrapped up in her own mountains of bullshit to even notice what anyone around her has going on until it’s shoved right in her face, paranoid and suspicious and more comfortable with violence than uncertainty, has 100% gotten people killed multiple times due to lack of ability to get over her own (mountains, abyssal, soul-crushing) trauma – really the list just goes on. In her defence basically everyone is actually out to get her (sadly the paranoia and suspicion do not in any way actually make her more difficult to deceive or betray). Anyway, I obviously love her, and the supporting cast is very nearly as good.

Just, generally this is not a series where suffering is ennobling – fear and shame and trauma and a desperate need to cling onto what power or privilege you can drive people as much or more as sympathy for or solidarity with others going through the same things they have. The fact that the Federation is run by a bunch of genocidal religious fanatics doesn’t mean the Ancients ruling the Arcanic Courts are good, or even necessarily that they care about the lives of their subjects beyond their own power and pleasure. It could easily tip over the edge into monochrome nihilism, but it actually manages to toe the line very well.

Though like, despite everything I just said, it does do the oddly common modern genre fic thing where there’s brutal unsparing depictions of colonial plunder and oppression but also everyone’s an intersectional feminist. Not as much as some, but the race-war is between humans and arcanics with no one seeming to care on whit about intraspecies ethnicity or race, and the setting is matriarchal in the modern implicit glass ceiling way a modern American corporation is patriarchal, not the way a midcentury warlord state or fascist empire is patriarchal (not that this means there aren’t graphic threats of rape or depictions of what’s clearly sex slavery just that being the one holding the lash isn’t really gendered).

So yeah, overall happy to report that the first volume of this still absolutely and entirely holds up – and considered as a work on its own the first volume really coheres far better than I’d realized when I was first reading this in one mad rush. Very much looking forward to continuing on to volume 2.

#book review #monstress #comic #sff #lesbian space atrocities #Marjorie Liu #Sana Takeda

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pabustenyuku · 8 months

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Art by @weisscoldglare 👉👉 Whispered resolve, Red Court Jack

Song: In Love with Someone (ft. Maika)

Thanks again for letting me use your work for this short edit (*´꒳`*)

#rwby #rwby monochrome monday #rwby monochrome #rwby checkmate #checkmating #weiss x blake #blake x weiss #vid #edit #pabustenyuku #hiatus dump #hurt

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maikaartwork · 3 months

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Again comes a time where money is tight, so I am looking for work to earn my keep as an artist. If you don’t need anything, please consider reblogging this info to spread the word?

Check out my art HERE

More info and contact: https://maikaartwork.carrd.co/

#chaoscreations #commissions promo #commissions open #commission artist

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allthingsfangirl101 · 11 months

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Oscar-Worthy Morning After–Joe Keery

Wattpad Request by minty-fox-candyyki

People often talk about the Oscars. They don't talk about the after-party. They really don't talk about the morning after the after-party.

Last night is pretty hazy. What's not hazy is the pounding in my head as I sat up. My heart jumped into my throat when my blanket fell off. I looked down to see that I wasn't wearing my pajamas. I wasn't wearing anything. I was about to get out of bed, but my heart jumped even higher.

I wasn't alone.

Through my hangover, I studied the guy next to me. It took a second but it finally hit me who it was. Joe Keery.

I tried to remember how we met but nothing came. I tried to remember how we got to talking and what led us to my bed. All I could remember about Joe was that he was there presenting the same award that a film I worked on won, Oscar for Best Art Director.

I jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. I threw on a pair of shorts and the first shirt I could find. My stomach did a weird flip when I realized it wasn't my shirt. I quickly tore it off and grabbed my shirt. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to remember what we did last night.

I remembered drinking. A lot. I remembered dancing. A lot. I remembered drinking and dancing with someone. I remembered drunkenly making out with someone. I remembered me and that person making out in the back of a cab, outside my apartment, inside my apartment, in my bed, naked in my bed.

My heart plummeted into my stomach when there was one important piece of last night that I couldn't remember. I looked on the ground around my bed, hoping to find the wrapper. The longer I looked and came up empty, the more nervous I got.

"Where is it?"

I gasped, freezing when I realized I said that a little too loud. I looked over, holding my breath as I waited to see if I had accidentally woken Joe up.

I turned around and went back to looking for the condom. I was on my hands and knees searching for it.

"Where is it?" I mumbled. I repeated those three words over and over as I looked for that damn wrapper. "Where the hell is it?!"

"What are you looking for?"

I gasped, sat up, and turned toward my bed. I blushed when I saw a shirtless Joe smirking at me.

"I'm umm. . . I'm looking for. . . The. . . I'm trying to find. . ."

"Y/N?" He asked gently. "What's wrong?"

I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. I couldn't look at him as I answered his question.

"I was trying to find the condom," I admitted, "because I can't remember if we used one."

"Let me help you. . ." He started to move but something made him stop. I looked away as he lifted the blanket and looked down.

"Found it," he chuckled. I glanced back at him but quickly looked away when I noticed he started to take off the condom.

I looked down to see his boxers next to my feet. I leaned down, picked them up, and tossed them onto the edge of the bed. Joe smiled at me in thanks but I ignored it. I could barely look at him. Whenever I did, I got small glimpses of what we did last night.

I glanced up at him when I heard my bed creek. As Joe found his clothes scattered around my room, I walked over and sat on the side of my bed. I put all my energy into picking a hangnail.

"Last night was a mistake," I whispered. "I'm sorry. I was drunk."

"Sorry?" Joe sat next to me and grabbed my hand. "Last night wasn't because of you. I was already drunk before I started talking to you and drinking with you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked under my breath.

"After the Oscars last night, I saw Maika," he sighed.

"Maika Monroe?" I asked. "Isn't she. . . Or wasn't she. . ."

"My ex," he clarified. "She cheated on me six months ago with her costar Karl Glusman, who she swore to me I didn't have anything to worry about."

My heart felt weird as Joe got angry. I remember hearing about their breakup. It was rough and I felt horrible for him. He seemed like a nice guy and he definitely didn't deserve how Maika treated him.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat, "I didn't just see her. She was with the guy she cheated on me with."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You didn't deserve that, Joe."

"Thanks," he said with a small smile. He cleared his throat as he asked, "So do you want to get breakfast or something?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said, my voice dropping.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" Joe asked as he walked over. "I thought you had fun last night. It seemed like you did."

"I did," I said faster than I should've. I cleared my throat before continuing, "I just meant that. . . We barely know each other, Joe."

"That's why we go to breakfast," he chuckled. "Or dinner if you'd rather have a more formal date."

His smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "but I can't do this, Joe."

Before he could say anything, I quickly got up and headed into my bathroom. I turned on the shower in hopes that hearing it will make Joe leave. I held my breath and waited with my ear pressed to the door and waited for Joe to leave.

I took a shaky breath when I finally heard my bedroom door close. I leaned my back against the door and slowly slid down it as I heard my front door open and close.

"What happens at the Oscars," I mumbled under my breath, "stays at the Oscars. I hope."

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Over the next couple of days, I couldn't stop thinking about Joe. Every dream I had exposed a little more of the night we spent together. I couldn't help but wonder if he was going through the same thing. Was he constantly thinking about me? Did he also regret me saying no when he asked me out?

That Friday I walked back onto the set I was working on after lunch. I walked into the editing trailer, looking down at my phone.

"Hey."

I looked up, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Joe waiting for me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sounding barely audible.

"I came to see you," he shrugged as he walked over to me.

"Oh," I said under my breath. "Well. . . Hi."

"Hi," he chuckled. He grabbed my hands, looking down at them before slowly looking up at me. "Look, I know the last time we talked you didn't want to go out with me. But Y/N, I have to admit something to you. I've gone over our night together over and over in my head. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N."

"I can't stop thinking about you either," I said under my breath.

"I know we started off drunk," he sighed. "But we can go on from there. We can go on date after date after date to get to know each other. We could agree to not sleep together until we go on a certain amount of dates. As long as I get to spend time with you, I don't care about waiting. I really like you, Y/N. So please, go on a date with me. Just one date. One chance. Please, Y/N."

"I just," I stuttered, "it's not that I don't like you, Joe."

"Then why won't you go out with me?" He asked, the desperation coming through in his voice.

I looked down at our intertwined hands, embarrassment flushing through me.

"Hey," he whispered. "Talk to me."

"I've never had a serious relationship," I confessed without looking at him. Joe let go of one of my hands and reached up, gently grabbing my chin. He lifted my head so I was looking at him.

"To be honest," I continued, "I was flirting with one guy. We went on a couple of dates. We had the "serious relationship" talk. The next day, I went to surprise him at work with some lunch but when I walked into his office. . . His assistant was sitting on him. Their clothes scattered around his office."

"Damn," Joe sighed as he let go of my face, grabbed my other hand, and pulled me closer. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That guy was a dick. You deserve better and I can be that for you."

I started to pull away but Joe pulled me back toward him. "I'm serious, Y/N. I would never do that to you. I could take care of you. I could protect you. Please, Y/N. Give me a chance."

"Yes."

"I mean it, Y/N, just one. . . Wait, what did you say?" Joe cut himself off and asked. I smiled, slightly laughing at his surprise.

"I'll go out with you."

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It's been a month since I agreed to go out with Joe. Just like he promised, we started things off slower than they started. He never once pushed me back into bed with him. Tonight being our one-month anniversary, I decided that things were solid enough to take our relationship to the next level.

"Happy anniversary!" Joe yelled the second I opened the door. I smiled as he held out the dozen red roses and the box of chocolates.

"Joe," I chuckled, "you didn't need to do anything big."

"I wanted to," he shrugged as he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my apartment. He leaned against my kitchen counter as I grabbed a vase and filled it with water. I put the roses in the vase and placed them in the middle of my table.

When I turned around, Joe was right there. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I slowly kissed him back. We broke the kiss, leaning our foreheads against each other.

"We should probably go," I whispered. "Our reservation is in twenty minutes."

Joe leaned back, smiling at me. "After you, my darling."

I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the kitchen. Joe jogged to catch up to me. Once he did, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. We went to dinner and talked about anything and everything.

After dinner, we got ice cream and headed back to his apartment. We ate the ice cream on his couch, talking some more. Talking eventually turned to something else. Our lips moved in sync as Joe laid us down, hovering over me.

"You wanna take this to my room?" Joe asked, breathing heavily. I was about to say yes but there was a knock on the door.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'll be right back."

Joe quickly kissed me before getting off of me. I sat up, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest as he went to answer the door. I wasn't sure who it was but from what I could hear, Joe wasn't happy they were here.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Joe asked.

"Come on," a female voice cooed. "Don't pretend you aren't excited to see me, babe."

"I am not your babe," Joe said through his teeth. My curiosity got the better of me. I stood up and walked toward the front door. I froze and tucked into the kitchen when I heard what the woman said next.

"Don't act like you haven't been begging me to take you back."

"That was months ago, Maika."

Maika? His ex?

"And besides," he continued, "I'm happy now."

"You're what?" She snapped. I jumped when she let out a rough laugh. "Don't tell me. You've got a new girlfriend."

Silence.

I held my breath as I waited for Joe to say something. Anything.

"Holy shit," Maika sneered. "You have a new girlfriend?! You were just begging me to go out with you."

"It wasn't just," Joe said, slowly losing his patience. "That was after you cheated on me. But I've moved on, Maika. I'm with someone who truly makes me happy. Someone who would never do to me what you did."

"Can't you move past that?" She scoffed. "It was six months ago. And a drunken mistake."

"A drunken mistake that led to you dating him for those six months," Joe said through his teeth.

"Come on, Joey," she tried to coo again.

"I mean it, Maika!" Joe snapped. "Get out."

"Joe. . ."

"No!" He yelled. "Get out of my apartment and my life."

I jumped when the door was roughly slammed shut. I slowly walked out into the hallway to see Joe still facing the door. His shoulders were tense and his fists were clenched.

"Joe?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What?" He asked, anger still in his voice.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he snapped. He quickly turned around and walked straight past me. I hesitantly followed him into the other room.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I know how bad the breakup was. . ."

"No, you don't!" He yelled, turning toward me. "You have no idea what it's like, Y/N. You don't understand what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and stomped on by the one person who was supposed to protect it! You've never even been in a real relationship!"

I gasped, taking a step back. I opened and closed my mouth, not able to form a response. Before I could stop them, tears started streaming down my face. Joe's face instantly softened.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "I was just trying to. . . I didn't mean to. . . I thought I was. . . I'm sorry, Joe."

"No," he said gently. He closed the gap between us and delicately grabbed my hands. "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I was way out of line. I wasn't expecting to see Maika today. Seeing her makes me a little crazy. I'm sorry I took that anger out on you. That was cruel and unfair. I'm sorry I ruined our anniversary, baby."

I jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. He let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered.

We stood like that for a little bit before Joe started leading us down the hallway without breaking our embrace. Neither one of us said anything as we climbed into his bed. Joe kept me tightly in his arms as we lay down. It didn't take long for us to fall asleep in each other's arms.

Part 2

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV #requested imagine

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medusapelagia · 23 days

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Title: Second Chances Mixtape Word Count: 49.000 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, The Party (Stranger Things), Nancy Wheeler, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jonathan Byers, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Original Characters, Wayne Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Terry Ives, Martin Brenner, Becky Ives, Scott Clarke Tags: Pre-Relationship, Guns, POV Alternating, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Feelings, Abusive Parents, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Past Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Presumed Dead, Child Neglect, Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Hospitals, Blood and Injury, not too graphicif you have seen season 4 you know what I’m talking about, Reverse Big Bang Challenge

Summary: It's 1986 and the plan to kill Vecna was a disaster: Vecna escaped, Hawkins was devasted by an earthquake and Eddie Munson is dead. Or so they presume.

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“The cassette player broke.” Lucas whispers after hours of silence. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t help her. I was right there, but I couldn’t help her.” Steve holds him tighter, he has no words of comfort for him and he knows exactly how he feels. How hard is he judging himself, how he is playing the entire movie of the night in his head trying to find the point in time where he could have fixed everything. Steve knows all of that because he and Lucas are so similar and he is doing the very same thing, thinking about Eddie. Only…. Only Steve has another thought that doesn’t let him breathe: did he really hate him? Steve can’t deny that he was jealous of Dustin’s new cool friend but… did he let them risk their lives because he was jealous?

Beta Readers: @soaringornithopter and @house-of-chant Art link and credit: art 1, art 2 by @maikaartwork Fic link and credit: fic by @medusapelagia

#reverse big bang #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #Second Chances Mixtape #stranger things fanfiction #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic #my fanfic #Maika art work #Steve Harrington #Maika #Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang #stranger things fan art

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palossssssand · 2 years

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Assorted slug city concept ideas! I realize that I haven’t really shared much of it outside of discord but it’s a project that I’ve been slowly building up for the past couple of years.

1. Cephalopolis’s landmark, Myce Tower, which houses government officials, military units, and the main headquarters/city hall. Interior scribble of a Myce housing unit, which can be 3-4 floors with ample space. Also shown is an interior of a unit from The Mulches, structures that form a ring around the perimeter of the city and crowds multiple units per tower and are generally 1-2 floors.

2. Sketches of Moberry and Maika, who designed and ran Cephalopolis with a few others until Maika became invested in controlling the city’s population through unethical means.

3. A cross section view of the true expanse of the city. Cephalopolis is the “upper city”, and beneath the earth lies a massive, sprawling, underground structure that was designed and built by Moberry and their colleagues after they quit working for Maika. This was designed to be a safe haven for those fearing Maika’s rule. I haven’t decided on a name for it, but the underground is supposed to be shaped like a cicada(and I also have yet to decide if it is actually a massive cicada shell or if it was just designed to look like one). The interior is well-lit with lanterns containing bioluminescent energy, and it consists of layered chambers that are accessible via climbing vehicles that traverse along the branching structures, with a central port/structure designated for government office. The underground city takes inspiration from wasp nests, ant tunnels, and termite mounds.

Hopefully I can share more about Slug City soon because it’s definitely still in The Works and there’s still a lot of stuff I haven’t figured out yet!

#my art #slug city #original work #my ocs #moberry #maika #I think I may have made a post about the plot on here once #it’s definitely outdated. I’ve worked on the concepts a bit more now #a friend suggested that I make a neocities site and oughhhh I should #worldbuilding #I wish my brain stuck on to original stuff more sometimes #because I really do love developing concepts #I feel a little bad because I’m getting more invested in the background characters/lore than I am the main character lol

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veeeffvee · 2 months

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Hey, Vee

So this is more of a suggestion than a question, but I think you should watermark your work

I use Pinterest a lot and I keep seeing YOUR art being posted on other peoples accounts. They either just straight up don't give credits or say it's theirs.

I try to give credits on in the comment section of the pins but some of the pins comments are off and there's just too much. Pinterest is actually how I found your Tumblr, but it wasn't even a real account that I found it off of, it was a link to the actual post itself on Tumblr

Heres a picture of someone posting what I'm 99% sure is your art (it looks like ur art style and I've seen you draw Maika before, so I'm pretty sure it's yours, please correct me if I'm wrong) on their account without credits. I did give credits in the comments.

Ok that's all have a nice day :3

Yep that's mine!

And yeah, I've thought about putting a watermark on my stuff. I've actually put my watermark on a couple pieces, as a matter of fact. But I just think that they distract from the art, so I don't wanna use them... even though I probably should haha

I appreciate that you're trying to leave credit in the comments though, thank you :>

I feel like Pinterest is kind of a lost cause when it comes to avoiding art theft though, but maybe I'm wrong

#zariyahv57

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fuwapower-prettycure · 8 months

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49867744/chapters/125887903

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: プリキュア | PreCure | Pretty Cure Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Animal Character(s) Additional Tags: Pretty Cure Fan Series, Digital Art, Magical Girls, Female Friendship, Middle School, Junior High, Tumblr, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

Summary:

Mochizuki Maika, an energetic 13-year-old moves into Fuwayama City with big hopes for her new school. On her first day in the on-campus dormitories, she meets a mysterious old woman named Yumeno Eiko. Maika believes her day couldn’t get any better but when Ms.Yumeno suddenly runs off, she finds herself in a magical plight as two fairies named Nighty and Twyla appear looking for her friend!

When they reach Eiko, Maika learns that Fuwayama has been invaded by an evil army called the Dream Eaters—and their first target is Yumeno?!

With nowhere to run and her friends in danger, Maika awakens a powerful clock that only activates for a legendary Pretty Cure! With the new power of Cure Reverie, she learns about the Sweet Dream Kingdom where Nighty, Twyla, and Yumeno came from. Their Queen was defeated and replaced by an evil empress who has come to earth to steal a magic called Yumeki!

Joined by Hirano Kirari, Asahara Kotomi, and Nagumo Sara, The Fuwa Power☆Pretty Cure is formed to find the scattered pieces of the powerful Dreaming Candle in order to defeat the Dream Eaters and protect the Yumeki of people everywhere!

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IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! I’m so excited to share my writing with y’all, I hope you like it! There’s the title card up here and a ‘lil surprise picture at the end.

Wakey-Wakey! It’s Fuwa Power time♡

#magical girl #precure fanseries #precure #pretty cure #pretty cure fanseries #magical girl oc #oc artwork #oc writing #magical girl mascot #fancure

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samurailogic · 22 days

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Okay. Big fat post about my Vocaloid idol universe

The girl group = VY1, MAIKA, Yukari, Akari. Thinking about adding a fifth member who will likely be Iroha. :)

VY1 Mizuki: the "weird one." Formerly in a duo group with VY2 (they are still extremely close, there was no falling out. Mizuki just wanted to do something different). She and Akari have generally the most experience. Says strange things all the time and her fans worship her as like modern day Platos. Sweet and kind if a little lost on social cues. Doesn't really know how to appeal to idol fans and make herself charming and cute but she's trying her best and that's what matters. Her as a singer and her daily life intersect hard (years of being together with someone who is both your super best friend and your singing idol partner).

Akari: defacto leader. Has the most idol experience and was in many other groups before. Is incredibly knowledgeable and intelligent when it comes to music contracts and such but in her daily life is a real airhead like how she gets scammed easily. Cheerful and all around upbeat but is a little worried about her long-term future because none of the other groups she was in lasted very long. Clingy and sometimes seems a little desperate for attention and care. Doesn't have many memories outside of/before her idol life.

Maika: their management keeps trying to make her the "sexy one" but it doesn't work. A big ole art nerd. Is super well-read and a little pretentious about music. This italo disco shit is serious to her. Her and Mizuki tend to cling to each other and quickly became friends after the group was first formed. Yukari tells Mizuki obvious lies but Mizuki believes all of them so she tells them back to Maika as truths and it's like this⬇️

She did her own solo music in the past and is used to having alot of control over everything she does and creates. Is the type who is really shy about romance. Does everything with a massive amount of love and passion.

Yukari: gets the "cool older sister" role. Has the least amount of experience as an idol by far and easily rolls with the punches, leading to her clashing a bit with Akari & Maika who take every activity fairly seriously. Ends up gravitating towards Mizuki who is generally quiet. Teases Mizuki alot and sometimes goes too far but they make up :). In general doesn't really know how to interact with people without putting a massive layer of irony sarcasm etc between them. Just trying to chill honestly.

Not a member but for lore here's VY2 Yuuma: doesn't try to get into another idol group or do solo work after he and Mizuki split as a unit. Flat faced. Mizuki takes lead between the two of them and he tends to look to her for guidance but tbh most of the time she is just as lost as him. (Mizuki feels like she needs to take all of his burdens.. they have been through alot together) His and Mizuki's duo unit once appeared on some random TV show with Ice Mountain (Kiyoteru's band) so now he has a crush on Kiyoteru. Nowadays occasionally sings a song or two at a club or something. His manager is trying really hard to find something for him to do.

Anyways so mizuki maika yukari akari ⬇️

Various factoids

- when they sleep in one big bed together they sleep in order of Maika-Mizuki-Akari-Yukari

- photos taken of the girls tend to be plagued by Orbs. This always goes away if Mizuki is in the photo however

- Akari is the type to get upset about killing bugs instead of taking them outside

- Akari and Maika post very frequently on their social medias, Yukari posts a decent amount, Mizuki's account is practically dead

- Maika is fine at cooking and has a sweet tooth. Mizuki eats food only because she has to (has no particular tastes) and is also just OK at cooking. Yukari is really good at cooking and dislikes getting takeout. Akari suxxx at cooking but she's trying her best and also she loves spicy food

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