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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 3 years

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please. i can’t do this alone.

Titans 3.01

thoughts! thoughts! thoughts! some red hot thoughts!

SPOILERS ahead.

1. one episode in, and this season already looks set to give me everything i want. its abandonment of plot and storytelling conventions as it goes from one point to the next at breakneck speed; its cheerful bastardisation of iconic storylines from the comics; the ‘as-you-know-bob’ clunky exposition on one end and extremely restrained, subtle explorations of complex character dynamics on the other; endless shots of neon bleeding into black and blue corridors, shadows and silhouettes; my delight in seeing it celebrate and deconstruct the dark nolan-y batman aesthetic at the same time; my bafflement that it’s so fucking goddamn obsessed with the batfam when it’s supposed to be about the TITANS; kory just... saving every overburdened, clunky scene that she’s in by her sparkling charisma. just... *chef’s kiss*. muah. my show is back, in all its glory.

MY SHOW IS BACK, Y’ALL!

1.5. i mean... this show is so artful and weird and not afraid to go absolutely bonkers in exploring its characters’ psyche, but can just about barely stage a passable comic book fight when every tom dick and harry and their new streaming services can deliver ones that are far more exciting. i love this show with every atom of my body.

(there’s something to be said about rooting for the underdog as well. a pleasure in finding something to love about what other people dismiss. but! enough navel gazing! i have fictional characters’ navels to look at! metaphorically! and maybe literally!)

2. i expected jason’s death to come about pretty early in the season as soon as i heard rumours that red hood was showing up, but for it to happen in the first five minutes of the first episode... that’s a record.

(well. “happen.” still don’t know what exactly went down there.)

2.25. GOD. jason is such a tortured and tragic character in this show, used and passed around by people with alleged good intentions, never really fitting in anywhere. he’s veritably bleeding vulnerability and the need to belong, the need to be known, and yet the tragedy is that his death proves that nobody in his life knew anything about him at all; that they only saw the flimsy walls he put up to protect his soft core, and thought that that was all there was. that they say they loved him, but blame him for his own death.

dick is flabbergasted that jason can read, though we know from last season, from what jason revealed to rose, that he has a love for plays and music. barbara is quick to dismiss his actions as ‘impulsive’. bruce has no idea that his supposed son was building his own little chemistry lab right under his nose, and beyond that, no idea that jason needed structure, stability and validation beyond being left alone in a huge house with a treasure trove of dangerous weapons. kory thought his decision to fight the joker was from not learning and growing when the guy tried to kill himself last season and nobody apart from dick even tried to talk to him about it! did you consider that he might still be suicidal? especially after the titans admitted to having “given up” on him because he was just “too hard”?

2.5. the one thing that’s been consistent across all three seasons (so far) of the show is the unreliable narrator trope. there’s a reason why the characters’ dismissals of jason’s actions as impulsive is so repetitive; why jason’s death is a mystery dick feels compelled to solve. it’s a flailing attempt to know his brother much too late--but with red hood, maybe he gets a second chance, just like he got one with the titans. this is what jason’s arc has been building up to. this is ‘death in the family’ but more fucked up in some ways. it didn’t linger on the death because the death wasn’t the point. the joker isn’t the point. everything that came before it is.

this way it will also make perfect sense that the red hood’s main enemy becomes the titans rather than batman.

2.75. goodness knows what’s going on with jason’s little chemistry project. at first i thought he was immunising himself to joker gas or something, but maybe it’s what passes for lazarus pit juice in this universe?

anyway, it’s pretty impressive that jason learnt all of that from a college chemistry textbook. STOP BRINGING UP THAT HE READ SOMETHING, DICK--

2.8. i’m glad that dick doesn’t immediately sink into self-loathing and guilt and tries to investigate jason’s death while also acknowledging how he failed him. it’s like he actually learned something from the last two years!

anyway. more about dick later.

3. oh how i love titans!bruce. a lot of characters had a lot of Opinions on his reaction to jason’s death in this episode, but again, i ask you to consider that they’re unreliable narrators, and this universe’s bruce is a product of how it shaped him. bruce wayne has become a phantom to himself--an artifice borne out of vigorous discipline and crushing self-denial.

bruce has been batman for a very long time, and without a robin for much longer. (dick must be... in his early thirties? so he was robin for about, say, 10-12 years according to the timeline of the show. that still makes bruce pretty old when he took on his first robin.) things have... calcified (possibly parts of his brain). the personal cost and the collateral from the mission he’s taken up for most of his life is too much to countenance; it has to be a war, and war requires sacrifice.

on some level bruce knows that’s a lie. he’s so goddamned alone. what’s he going to do? sit down and cry? who’s going to listen to him now? oh, is he going to just stop being batman? who’s going to stop gotham from consuming herself then? he’ll just have to forge ahead, do better next time, maybe he’ll be firmer with them, or kinder with them, or notice more things, or train them harder, or spend more time--

3.25. don’t get me wrong: titans!bruce is an asshole and a half. his roster of potential robins was honestly bone-chilling. the fact that there’s a twisted root of compassion makes it more disturbing.

3.5. alfred’s dead! it must’ve been pretty recent, because i could’ve sworn that dick tried to call alfred in the very first episode of season 1, or at least considered calling him...

what a devastating double-blow for bruce then, losing his father-figure and his, uh.... son-figure so close together.

4. i don’t know about barbara yet. i mean, i like her, but she had so much clunky expository dialogue to deliver this episode, and for an episode that was named after her, she only showed up halfway through it. but i like the weight of history behind her interactions with both bruce and dick and her compassion to bruce before he cruelly crossed a line. i also like the implication that she and dick have been in touch recently, and that she didn’t immediately try to guilt-trip dick about some perceived abandonment. it’d be too repetitive.

4.5. there’s also a sense that she ran interference for dick a lot whenever there was something Too Big and Emotional for him to confront directly, and i like and appreciate that character beat.

5. dick, my man! it really does feel like a substantial length of time has passed between the end of s2 and the beginning of s3... kory’s got a new costume, they’ve become celebrities in SF, working missions together, and dick’s actually smiling! genuinely enjoying his work and having fun with it for possibly the first time in the entire series! it’s really a far cry from the fractured, dysfunctional mess that they were at the end of the last season.

i just hope this doesn’t mean that they’ve magically reached a resolution off-screen to all of their fucked-upness from last season, and that the repercussions--for gar in particular--are actually addressed on screen.

5.25. i mentioned this briefly above, but it really is so refreshing that dick doesn’t wallow in guilt and self-loathing after jason’s death; he acknowledges his and the titans’ failure, is able to admit to barbara honestly that he’s not doing great, and is actively trying to reach out to bruce to make sure he’s ok, is trying to investigate what made jason seek out the joker on his own, and is probably the only person not immediately buying that it was jason’s recklessness that got him killed. i love that dick is finally beginning to trust his instincts or just employ them at all after years of guilt and paranoia and self-loathing. we love some positive character growth!

5.5. another thing i love? the bruce-dick interactions on this show. every scene they’re in together is so fraught with tension, both of them holding themselves back, their emotions on a whipcord-tight leash. dick wants to reach out to bruce, is even somewhat familiar with this brand of denial in the wake of grief, but wants barbara to make the first move because he genuinely does not know how to get bruce to open up. his instincts are right, and wonderful, and genuine, but his expression has been smothered by years of trauma, emotional and physical self-discipline, and what i suspect is poorly treated mental illness.

it takes a lot for him to finally explode at bruce at the end of the episode--in a way he hasn’t done even when his only opinion of bruce was ‘fuck him’--and it’s all the more startling for how subdued he’s been through the episode, how much he’s been holding back his emotions for bruce’s sake. love it.

5.75. it sort of hurts my heart to see the flying graysons poster in jason’s room. there are a few implications:

a) jason settled into dick’s old room despite living in a giant mansion with dozens of other rooms he could’ve used

b) he didn’t take down dick’s poster--not when he moved in and was idolising him, not when he moved out of the titans and was sort of hating him. i wonder if the reminder of what dick was before robin--that he was forged out of unspeakable tragedy--gave jason the connection to dick that he so desperately wanted in real life

c) dick moved right back into the room and slept on the bed that was now jason’s. grief can be so quiet and piecemeal sometimes.

6. i spy the beginnings of actual arcs for both gar and kory! i just hope that with the move to gotham their stories don’t fall to the wayside...

6.5. i’ve known tim drake for less than ten minutes but if anything were to happen to him i’d kill everybody

7. this review has gone on for too long and i am tiRED. however, before i leave: i miss some of the dedication-to-aesthetic that titans season 1 used to have. remember how the first few episodes didn’t really feel like a superhero show but something out of gothic horror? there was something gorgeous and raw about that, about open landscapes and the road and creepy buildings looming up at the end of it. moving to titans tower in s2 really ruined a lot of that for me, given its ripped-from-architectural-digest aesthetic, all smooth and clean and artificial.

i hope that we really explore gotham’s hellscape in interesting and innovative ways instead of camping out in the batcave all the time and indulging in the show’s unending love for long corridors, neon backlights and silhouettes.

8.....

9. wait, fuck, HOW CAN I FORGET ABOUT HOT PSYCHIATRIST GUY (TM)??? NONE of you prepared me for his return! NONE OF YOU! i gasped! i got up and did a happy dance!

listen, titans writers, if you’ve had a peek at my titans s3 wishlist, please go ahead and give the other items on the list a go too, thankyouverymuch.

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #a tragic jalebi #a byronic cupcake

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mournersrp · 3 years

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𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒. once again, thank you all so much for the dedication put into applying here at mourners ; it’s truly been a pleasure reading all of your applications &. i’m tremendously grateful. turning down an application is never an easy process, and there were many instances in which i wished i could permit a duplicate upon the dash. with that said, i’m looking forward to both speaking &. plotting with each of you tomorrow ( bear with me while all pages &. skeletons are properly updated ) — welcome to mourners ! please review our checklist and report to the barrel boss within the next twenty - four hours.

𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐉 𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀

VENLI ! choosing an inej for mourners was ... a feat, as each applicant displayed an exquisite version of our wraith, but what swayed me in the end was the balance you kept between who she was while with the dregs &. who she became without them. the details surrounding intricacies of her newfound crewmen ( &. her family post their reunion ) in which helped shape the woman outside the barrel were lovely to read ( her thoughts on rilar, in particular, were both authentic &. entertaining ) ; i could picture the scenes in earnest. i also loved the mention of how she came to understand kaz’s own vices after having to face her own whilst sailing the seas. thank you for taking the time to apply — i look forward to seeing your inej in play.

𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐘

NOAH ! the bit about kaz disproving jesper’s exaggerated stories had me rolling, and your headcanon regarding jesper being an absolute catastrophe in the kitchen ( gordon ramsay is unamused ) ? you wrote it best: ‘ tall, lanky, restless, distracted, easily bored. ’. incredibly handsome, but certainly cannot focus on a single recipe. on a serious note ( despite the consistent, comical little tidbits which made your application such a pleasure to read ), the grasp upon his character you presented between struggling with guilt &. penitence was flawless, and something i look forward to seeing explored on the dash.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑

ABBY ! there was so much i loved about your matthias, but i especially appreciated how you incorporated the other skeletons into interpersonal plot points for him. the attention to detail within matthias’ headspace when ruminating over them was absolutely believable to his character. the vast detail you supplied for each personality trait &. headcanons were so indicative of who he’s been and who he’s become ( or trying so desperately to be ). i’m interested to see his reactions to henrik’s next moves just as much as you, and where our drüskelle will stand, then. oh, and abby, what’s the first rule about fight club ?

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐊

EMILY ! ah, yes, nina, our waffle queen. her past, present &. sought future were crafted so wonderfully within your application ; i particularly loved your headcanon dealing with her time as a heartrender, where nina stubbornly wished to understand the small science whilst her peers were occupied with morozov’s manuals. it was a pleasure to be able to read her thoughts on the grisha she’s become, the label of corpsewitch adhered to her, the burden it has also set upon her as ‘ self - appointed grisha guardian angel ’. &. i do hope you get to share those plot ideas with some of our fellow grisha, as your points revolving around them were so well thought out and executed. also, you’re right — kaz gets way too into the costumes.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍

HARPER ! i’m ready to interact with felix. it’s no wonder kaz made him a deal — tragedy maketh man, and if there’s one thing dirtyhands can comprehend, it’s being dealt a bad hand. i love the idea in which you set forth that he’s lived his life in such silence, that there are those who have known him for several years, but haven’t heard even a whisper slip from his tongue. the way you transitioned felix’s headcanons into the pivotal moments of his life made it a blast to read through ( especially during the deal, where we got a good look at the first devil in his life — do old habits die hard, in the end ? ). once again, welcome to mourners ( i foresee much plotting in our future ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

ALEX ! we do love a good destroyer, and marlaina is no exception. she knows her power &. is not afraid to unleash it, a trait that, while prized within the dregs, can also become a nightmare. after all, control &. patience can be key. the idea that she’s particularly skilled at cards ( as well as banned from most gambling halls ) was a fresh addition to the skeleton, as i quite love the idea of our hellish heartrender pushing her luck at the crow’s club ( when has that ever ended badly ? ). i agree it’d be an interesting concept to see her have another grisha under her wing, especially when she herself is always so keen to detonate — her desertion, however, will surely catch up with her soon.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑

MARGOT ! you have spun the impostor into an entirely new medium, and produced a character that went beyond the skeleton provided. ‘ prison changed you. for the better. you’re more fun now, sociable and loud, like a cannon, truly. so loud everybody jumps when you burst into a room. ’ one of the first few lines in your application, but what immediately captured my attention and had me buckle in. i never considered that the target in which damned the impostor to the depths of hellgate could be family, but now i’d not have it any other way. aris is a world class actor &. i cannot wait to help you set the stage ( &. maybe watch it burn in the process ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

HENRY JUDE ! i wasn’t sure if there’d be a lieutenant at the start of mourners, so i was absolutely thrilled when receiving your application. an important player with a plethora of potential directions in which they could shift, and i can’t wait to see if jozef's includes the checkmate. the craftsmanship in your design for him was extraordinarily executed and quite poetic ; he was absolute pleasure to study. i look forward to plotting with you as well as discussing the similarities between our broken, disastrous muses ( also, i can’t believe we’re both aleksander morozova apologists ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑

ARACELIA ! i’m in love with anya. you put so much adoration into her creation &. i cannot wait to see it bleed onto the dash ( you make it so hard to loathe a traitor ). her personality is so believably balanced, and more than what my own ideas surrounding the role initially included. the birth of a monster, the birth of a tailor &. the birth of an illusionist were impeccably composed stories which sewed her into existence. you’ve forged a character who is the definition of ‘ so much more than meets the eye ’ &. i am thrilled to have gotten the first look at our scarab queen.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑 | EM ! i absolutely love the concept of aleni ( as kaz would say: she’s a particularly good investment ). with grisha within his crew, what better for an amplifier to do ? i was wondering if i’d see an application involving ketterdam’s university, and was immediately thrilled when seeing it pulled into aleni’s history. the idea that she loved ketterdam in any capacity is not something you tend to hear ( it died quickly, of course ), which was a unique mention within your wildcard. &. we will definitely have to discuss aleni mistakenly having amplified the inferni at fifth harbour, as i believe you’ve proposed an excellent idea.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 // 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 | IRIS ! to be introduced to valdis by way of your character summary was a treat. i absolutely loved the way it was written, and immediately knew why she’d made it into the dregs ( truly obsessed with her being the daughter of a pirate captain ). though she managed to escape her original work with braam, it seems, for a time, she had let history repeat itself, but with perhaps a better boss than originally at the helm. &. with a new debt paid, how fast till old loyalty dies ?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 // 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 | REE ! it’s all in the bones. a fjerdan fleeing for discovering themselves grisha is always something i’ve wanted to see explored, and now i have a front row seat. to be ostracized by their own &. then by a place of presumed sanctuary can induce a particular psychosis within the most stable of individuals, and we do love sigyn’s particular brand of crazy. you’ve provided an entirely fresh take on what is known of a grisha healer, and how such gifts may be construed when mixed with the beliefs of fjerda. thank you for delivering such a spellbinding character to mourners.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 | ALI ! with a vast cast of varying characters, i was thrilled to see that senna originally came from wealth ( it’s a different path to weave, one that usually draws more enemies than friends ). your application was so appreciated, providing a role in which started from the top &. careened to the bottom ( i do hope to see senna &. wylan swap stories, especially where senna has made strides to escape the tread of their father ). you call it their grand adventure, and in all its sinister glory, it’s only just begun. welcome to mourners ; let’s plot some blackmail.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 // 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 | NINA ! both applications for our resident tidemaker spun tales which were a pleasure to traverse, and i would have loved to have both turning the tides for the dregs. manu belongs in a novel, with all the devotion you’ve clearly put into him. &. i am ecstatic to at least have him for mourners’ chapters. when you wrote ‘ for the wanderer was nothing if not a mismatched family, made with kerch purple, fjerdan ice, kaelish fire, zemeni courage and ravkan boldness ’, i found myself able to refer to it whilst reading through the life authored for him, able to pick out these particular qualities on his way to the barrel. &. hopefully, he’ll reach the surface soon.

#accepted

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oneweekoneband · 3 years

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meet me behind the mall!!!!!!!!!

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I don’t know why Taylor Swift thinks that teenagers drink wine, and I don’t know why she chose to record and release a wistful high-school-other-woman song which left me feeling naked as a frog and therefore furious. Some questions we ask only so as to be soothed by the familiar sound of our own voice, still there after all. The answers are not coming.

The Taylor Swift Teen Love Triangle Triad of “cardigan”, “august”, and “betty” is the part of folklore that makes me most bullish about where Taylor is going as an artist. A turn away from writing songs which are intentionally meant to appear confessional and toward, instead, songs which reveal the personal as refracted through fictitious circumstances and made-up characters is a better use of her big, weird brain, and allows that brain to be unleashed on a broader plain of experience. It’s incredibly embarrassing to be an adult woman with my own problems to manage and to have living in my head Taylor Swift’s demented YA fiction, but it’s an embarrassment that feels appropriate, like I could never really have escaped this fate. On “betty” she gets to play-act as a contrite teen boy who knows he’s done wrong, and while obviously the most charming thing about the song is Taylor saying “fuck” (and also her giving us a little of the ol’ razzle dazzle by way of some light twang), her experiment with imagining what it’s like to be a skateboarding kid who hates dances, trying on an imagined teen boy interiority as a costume, is effective too.

“cardigan” is more removed, less plaintive and shouty. This is a song from adult Betty’s perspective looking back on this period in her life and in her relationship with James, who the song seems to imply she is still with now. While—full offense—I believe marrying your high school girlfriend or boyfriend is a disorder which should have its own listing in the DSM, restoring order by putting the original couple back together so as to make the story one of true love triumphing over adversity, rather than a series of sketches of kids doing fuckup kid things just because it is not easy to be alive and to be alive alongside others and with gentleness, least of all when you are very new at it, is the only conclusion this saga could ever have reached with Ms. Swift at its helm, and I do appreciate the consistent, if baby-brained, internal logic. I’ve never known a teenage girl whose signature garment was a cardigan and, frankly, this Betty sounds like sort of a self-absorbed drip (I do love, love, how Taylor’s own voice comes through so clearly on the lightly threatening, smug lines, “I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired / And you’d be standing in my front porch light” !!) so I’m not totally surprised she got cheated on, but that’s very uncharitable of me and probably comes from the same meaty polyp in my brain that is responsible for my still loving all the hilariously mean-spirited, woman-hating songs on Speak Now.

“august” is about the other girl. The “her” in James’ rather pathetic defense, “slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long”. “august” tells a story that brings to my mind another story. It is a story I won’t belabor because it is neither exciting nor unique. It will not illuminate an unexplored human experience, as it is, in fact, incredibly boring, regular, an incident which would be at home in any normal Tuesday, ordinary as meeting at the mall. This is a million years ago and there is a boy whose basement I go to sometimes after swim practice. We have matching team sweatpants with our names embroidered above the pocket at the right hip and I like to switch pairs. I’m you and you’re me and when we have pushed and bent the tiredness out of our muscles together, making experimental declarations in hushed voices down there while the furnace groans, well, then I’m you and me and you’re you and me and we are we are we are.

One February day at twilight I bound out of the school building with wet hair and a fleece jacket, but his car is already gone. No worries. Standing at my locker the next afternoon like in a movie he will say, easy as anything, that he has a girlfriend, a family friend, two towns over, she goes to private school. You’ve probably met her, he says. And right then I remember that I have. Last year I did her zipper in the bathroom at a dance. We were fighting but we never really broke up, he says. For months you’ve been fighting? is all I say back. Fighting since October? As if that matters. Like that’s the point. My voice is pinched and ugly and I know I’ll hear that sound forever. Well, anyway... I feel bad. He doesn’t clarify for whom he feels bad. He’s got one sneaker toe working against the other one atop the tile floor that’s the murky green of sea glass. He looks at my St Brigid’s cross necklace, at the blue Masterlock hanging open like a broken jaw, at someone in a hoodie who punches his shoulder as they walk by. Nothing personal, he says, and there is a tiny smudge of cafeteria pizza at the corner of his mouth that I hadn’t noticed until that second and a day ago would’ve reached up and wiped away with the pad of my thumb, laughing. I get it, right? Oh, sure.

The worst of it was not skipping pre-calc to cry in the bathroom, since, I mean, I couldn’t actually do pre-calc and would never learn how, but was inspecting my soul in the dark when I couldn’t sleep that night and finding part of me had known this all along, had chosen to pretend, wanted the wanting so badly I’d knocked from my brain the truth of how it was going to end. This would not be the last false love from which I’d find myself unceremoniously discarded, and in time I’d learn to be the liar myself, too. It’s unseemly to pathologize bad decisions, to take on poor impulse control or self-destructive patterns as an identity, but I do think that just as some people are born serial monogamists, part of a twosome forever with very little mess in-between, some of us were built from the very first cell to live like a pool ball struck and banging teeth first into the wrong mouths and hearts. I can examine my romantic history and tap my finger against the obvious errors, the times I chose what I knew would hurt me, when I ascribed hope to situations where it did not belong, when I, like the narrator of “august”, regarded someone as not mine to lose but still put myself in the position to be harmed by the losing, yet I can’t produce alternative choices that feel realistic. If you are in love and it doesn’t work out, there is mourning, there is pain, but there is all the while a record which shows something happened, it was real. “august” stands somewhat apart in the Taylor Swift catalog as a song neither about the glory of true love or the heartbreak when it’s over, but about the small, paper cut heartbreaks that are inescapable during each day of an untrue love. “It was never mine”. When it turns out you were wrong the whole time, fooling yourself, then even remembering that you’d been happy in the lie is like being trapped in a fun house, body bent and broken in the mirror, a thing not built right for this world.

“august” is about the girl who James was with over the summer, the girl he leaves to return to Betty. Taylor said it’s the first of the three that she wrote, and I fear this has warmed me to her in some new and unsettling way. I fear this means she’s matured as a person and writer, capable now of a more expansive view of situations, to be generous. It’s like how you shouldn’t feed gremlins after midnight; there is no telling what new and more dangerous creature this woman might turn into if she’s suddenly been taught empathy. When Taylor-as-James in “betty” sings, “Would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing?” in his effort to woo Betty back I hate him a little, that thoughtless child undeserving of the kind of adoration in lines like, “your back beneath the sun / wishing I could write my name on it.” I try to extend grace to this fictional boy, but I think of the “Do you remember? in “august” and I feel a little sick from being so certain that no... No, he doesn’t. Not really.

“Back when we were still changing for the better / wanting was enough / for me it was enough”. I’d like to think there is no last chance to change for the better. I’d like to think wanting is enough so long as you want the right thing. I’d like to think that God made sure Taylor Swift became a singer instead of a young adult novelist because the absolute last thing this world needed was this freak joining the circus that is YA Twitter. Most of all, I like thinking that Judy Blume knows that her beautiful, searing, devastatingly romantic and also textually gay 1998 novel Summer Sisters is the only important book that has ever been published, and, further, that the world will show me the respect of understanding and accepting that “august”, when removed from the context of the Swiftian child romance trilogy, sounds as if it were specifically written in homage. Taylor, I know I’ve accused you of at least fifty crimes this week alone, but if you want to talk about Summer Sisters, please get in touch.

#taylor swift #folklore

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scandalsavagefanfic · 4 years

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DC Kink Meme Prompts List

Since the kink meme is getting a lot of attention and growing daily, I thought I’d post a convenient place where I can keep track of the prompts that I’d like to see filled again. I figure you’re all here because we share similar interests and this way, if you’re a writer with looking for a prompt, you don’t have to scroll through the almost 400 prompts that are currently posted.

So here we go. Beware, this is a kink meme. These are nsfw and some may be triggering.

JayDick Watersports - Filled HERE

sub!Jason & Dom!Dick are in a consensual D/s relationship that has a heavy Master/slave dynamic (whether 24/7 or primarily during sex is up to you!). They're on a stakeout one night, and it's really cold, and, aw, fuck, Dick needs to piss, but he doesn't want his dick to freeze. Good thing he's got his bitch there with him, right? Dick pissing in Jay's ass preferred just to show the level of not caring about Jay's comfort [it's still cold!], but totally not gonna complain about piss drinking, either, if Dick's feeling a little more charitable. Is Jay surprised because it's the first time Dick has done this? Is this a normal, expected duty that he performs regularly? That's up to you!

Tim/Jason A/B/O - Filled

In an A/B/O world where omegas are in charge and alphas are treated like animals, or kept as pets, CEO Tim decides to treat himself to a new toy and buys Jason. Feel free to go as wild as you like with the kinks, I'm pretty unsquickable

Tim/Jason Stalker!Tim - Filled on the Meme by anon and HERE (by me)

Older Tim, younger Jason, where Tim's stalking gets a little obsessive once Jason takes over as Robin, and he starts stalking Jason out of costume as well as at night. A little judicious hacking later and he's able to keep an eye on Jason's internet activity too. Once he finds Jason looking at gay porn he knows he's got an in. And he starts blackmailing Jason, online at first, but escalating every time he gets Jason to go a little further, until he gets him to submit in person.

Slade/Dick/Jason - Filled amazingly HERE

Dick's been with Slade for a while, and now that he's stopped fighting and given into his training, Slade thinks he deserves a reward. Every good boy deserves a puppy, and Batman's new Robin looks like he could fit the role perfectly.

Jason Todd - Object Insertion - Filled on the meme (art)

Honestly, that's all I've got for you. I just want someone making Jason take things up his ass that have no business being there. Consensual or not are both fine! Any ship, though definitely a strong preference for Roy, Slade, Tim, Kyle, Dick, Roman or Ra's. Preferably not underage, but I'm not entirely opposed.

Ra's/Jason - Filled HERE

Ra's test drives an undunked Jason. The boy must be useful for something, after all, and he looks so pretty in chains. ABO welcome.

Prompt- Pegging (Jason) - Filled HERE

Jason gets pegged by one (or more ;)) of the lovely ladies of the DC universe. And enjoys it thoroughly Pairing is dealer's choice. <3

Bruce/Jason

Bruce takes in Jason off the streets, but more for use as a personal whore than to be Robin. Bonuses for Bruce still adopting Jason and getting off on fucking his son. EXTRA bonus points for Alfred's unfazed acceptance/support of it and perhaps even his participation.

Jason Todd Intercrural Sex - Filled on meme

This man deserves more thigh fucking and so do we! All ships welcome!

No Title - Bruce/Jason, Dick finds out Bruce has been sexually abusing Jason

One of the other prompts made me realize that while there are a lot of fics where Jason discovers Bruce has been abusing Dick, there are none the other way around and suddenly I have a craving. So I would like for Dick to find out (maybe right after Jason returns, Dick catches them and overhears Bruce say something to indicate it used to happen regularly) that Bruce had been sexually abusing Jason since the moment he found him and try to save him. And like, because of his background as a child prostitute, Jason kind of thinks it's normal or that it's the only way he could earn love? Maybe Bruce implies that Jason is useless otherwise and he'd end up back on the streets if he's not useful. Maybe Bruce is even happy to point out that the reason he never even considered touching the others is because they were too good for it, pure and wholesome, while Jason was ruined goods.

Dick/Jason fuck-or-die bottom!Jay

I would absolutely kill to see a fic where Dick is forced to fuck Jason (for whatever reason but preferably not due to sex pollen/aphrodisiacs/drugs - I would prefer if they were both in their right minds please) Preferably they wouldn't be in a relationship or have secret feelings for each other and this would be mutual noncon/rape with a focus on how horrified they are that they're having to do this to each other. I would really, really like if it was bottom!Jason for this, but that there is acknowledgement that Dick is being raped here too!

Skeezy Ric Grayson

One specific fic I read has completely coloured my perception of Ric, and now I'm just desperate to see him being a total creep. Perving on his siblings and former friends. Would love to see him not take no for an answer, especially with someone who doesn't want to fight back because "it's still Dick in there somewhere, I can't hurt him" or something like that. Preference for Wally (HiC who?) or Jason, but Tim, Roy, Babs or Donna would be okay, too! A/B/O with Alpha!Ric would be a bonus but isn't necessary.

Cassie/Rose bondage spanking and D/s, semi-dubious consent

Cassie has had enough of Rose mouthing off and causing trouble, so she ties her up with her lasso and lectures her. Rose mockingly asks her if she’s going to spank her for being a bad girl, and much to her surprise, Cassie does. They both enjoy it much more than expected

Nyssa/Talia

Nyssa/Talia, set post-Death and the Maidens, Talia restrained while Nyssa gets her off, begging to be allowed to reciprocate. Bonus points for twisty fucked up Nyssa POV with all kinds of big global megalomaniacal justifications for what she's doing and how important it is to the greater good. (Reposted from old DC kinkmeme)

Jason Todd/Dick Grayson/Roy Harper/Koriand’r

Kori loves watching her subs play with each other and rewards them well for good behavior

JayTim hatesex

Jason and Tim having incestuous-sibling-rivalry-hate-sex against the memorial

Any Bats/???, Alfred has to clean up

Poor Alfred often gets stuck cleaning up the mess when any of the family bring partners over. The crackier the circumstances the better!

Slade/Jason identity porn

Slade and Jason fuck while in costume as and pretending to be Batman and Nightwing respectively

Kyle Rayner/any

Kyle winds up working as a stripper somehow. Some other heroes find out and pay him a visit

Batfam/Jason; non con or resigned-to-his-fate cumdumpster!Jason

Could also be Earth-3 Owlfam/Jason. A/B/O welcome but it doesn't have to be. Would appreciate any one or combination of the following: dehumanization/objectification, humiliation, public sex, breeding kink, restraints, fucking machines, cum enemas, lots of cum in general, size kink... I just want something unapologetically filthy. I'm pretty much good with everything but scat.

Dick/Tim non/dub-con, universe hopping

Dark Dick from a dark universe ends up in the main universe, where he is delighted to find a brand new Timmy to play with, who unconditionally trusts his brother and doesn't know he's been replaced. Cue Dick slowly luring him in so he can have his fun. Tim doesn't realize until it's too late, or doesn't realize at all and has no idea how his beloved older brother could do this to him. Main universe has fully platonic, familial relationships within in the batfam. Feel free to imply/state anything you like about the dark universe. Grooming/slowly warming Tim up to more and more touches, crying, overstimulation, bondage, or any combination thereof are all bonuses

Young Justice S3 Dick/Jason omegaverse

Alpha!Dick Grayson is stuck on a mission and somehow has to help the mysterious Red-Hooded omega through his heat. But they have to stay quiet in order to not wake the pup Damian sleeping right next to them. Preferably there's an identity reveal in there where Dick finds out the omega is Jason Todd under the mask.

Addict!Roy Harper Noncon

Noncon (or possibly dubcon, if the manipulation is clear enough to readers) with Snowbirds Don't Fly era!Roy Harper as the victim. Could be an OC, another Titan, a Leaguer, a canon villain... Dealer's choice! Looking for something that really focuses on how he's being taken advantage of, rather than just "can't technically consent because he's high, but is totally into it."

Woder Woman/Batman, Rough Sex

Bruce loves it when Diana is rough with him

Bane/Bruce, violent noncon

Something set during Knightfall, where Bane decides to take “breaking the Bat” even further by raping Bruce and possibly also his precious little Robin

Jay/Tim bdsm AU, sub Jay

What it says on the tin. Was thinking maybe also an arranged marriage of sub Jason to dom Tim Drake, to cement a business union but also because subs aren’t full citizens.

Robin!Jason/Bruce Somnophilia

Bruce drugs his new little Robin and slips into his room. He takes his time with him, enjoying Jason before carefully opening and fucking him. Would be great if Jason wakes up towards the end but can't do anything but take it- maybe because of the drugs, maybe because of the way Bruce is holding him down, or even because he likes it.

Sidekicks/Villains noncon glory wall

Any sidekicks you want—Speedy, the Robins and Batgirls, Kid Flash and Impulse, the Wonder girls, etc.—being displayed in a glory wall, leaving their holes open for fucking. Interested villains can pay to fuck any hole they desire, and they enjoy wrecking the sidekicks and filling them with come

Robin!Jason/Villains & Henchmen?

Robin Jason gets captured and tied up by the villain of the week, who decides to take advantage of the situation. Robin is blindfolded and groped/fucked by the villain and maybe some henchmen while waiting for Batman to rescue him. Batman finding a bound and blind Jay too tempting to resist is a bonus.

Dickjay daddy kink

Older! Dick and bottom! Jason. Jason came back years later and Dick is around 40.

OmegaJason/Batfam first heat, lactation

It's Jason's first heat and the alphas of the pack know that his milk is on its way soon. All it needs is a little encouragement. A few knots and some nipple play should do it. His milk tastes perfect as it starts to flow.

Jason/Dick, Jason/RomanSionis, Hooker!Jason & Officer Grayson

So this is based off a discussion from AGES ago in the jayroman discord server that I still think about to this day XD A no capes au in which Jason never gets picked up by Bruce and ends up a crime alley prostitute who somehow along the way caught the eye of Black Mask and winds up working for him. And Black Mask has basically the whole city in his pocket, including the police force, which is why it’s so annoying when this little upstart, Officer Dick Grayson, starts to try to challenge his hold on the city, the little goody two-shoes denying any and all bribes and refusing to back down in the face of threats. And it should be easy to squash one annoying little bug, but somehow all attempts have failed and he can’t openly go after him without risking his reputation as a clean, law-abiding businessman, a reputation that’s slowly starting to unravel thanks to the dogged efforts of Officer Grayson, because the little shit is annoyingly not as stupid as his attempts to go after Roman would make him seem and despite all of Roman’s power and having basically the entire police force and the various other government officials Roman has in his pocket against him, he has made far too much headway in his endeavors So Roman gives Jason the job of seducing Dick, because if bribery and threats don’t work, video evidence of an officer fucking an underage hooker makes excellent blackmail material, and should be enough to take him down for good if he ever steps a toe out of line again Except no matter how Jason tries to seduce him, Dick is just too decent a guy to take advantage (Ex: Jason: *shows up wearing even more revealing clothes than the night before.* Dick: “You must be cold, here, take my jacket.” etc.) And before he knows it, Jason finds himself growing weirdly fond of the infuriating idiot with his stupid puns and painful sincerity

Roman Sionis/Jason Todd, AOB noncon impregnation gang rape

Intersex AOB verse. Roman wants to punish and claim the upstart omega, so he plugs Jason’s cunt and lets his men anally rape Jason until the omega begs Roman to breed his pussy

TimKon, a/b/o, alpha!Tim, bottom Conner

Humans have a/b/o. Kryptonians do not. Alpha!Tim thinks that he shouldn't bother Kon about Tim's rut. Kon thinks otherwise. Whether Kon can keep up with Tim (superpowers got to be good for something, right?) or is overwhelmed is up to anon :) I am absolutely unsquickable so whatever extra kinks are fine with me. Just please top!Tim only. Please, my crops are dying.

past romanjay now mobJay, gangbang

After getting tired with his new toy, Roman decided to just give his subordinates a chance to have fun with it. But mostly he just want to see the red hood to get more humiliated after destroying his empire.

Damian Wayne/Jason Todd, bestiality

It's time for Damian to introduce his new acquired pet to the pack, Titus and Ace.

Tim gags and spanks Damian

Red Robin has to take Robin out on patrol because Batman is away, Damian is reckless and keeps disobeying orders so Tim punishes him while having him gagged for being mouthy. can progress to something more sexual but doesn't have to be. Damian secretly enjoying it is a bonus.

Deathstroke/All the Robins

Slade really has a thing for fighting and chasing after Batbrats…

Rose/Jason mommy kink edging and pegging

Jason wants to be a good boy for mommy, Rose rewards his good behavior

Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner hatesex - Filled

I’d love some rough, angry, violent hatesex between these two. Bonus points for snarky asshole bottom!jason and kyle using his ring to make restraints/other kinky constructs ;)

Flashpoint!Father Todd/Incubus!Dick

Incubus!Dick seduces Father Todd. Jason holds out longer than most but Dick prides himself on being irresistible. He’s never failed before and he doesn’t plan to start now. But maybe, instead of his usual dine-and-ditch MO, Dick think’s he might like to savor this meal for long. Jason falls so beautifully. (bottom Jason please) Catholic aesthetics, blasphemy as kink, church sex (altar, confessional, pews, etc)

Flashpoint Thomas Wayne/Father Todd

Thomas Wayne as Batman bends Father Todd over the altar. In uniform. (At least for Thomas. It would be super hot if he strips Father Todd out of his robes first. Maybe everything except his rosary?)

Jason/Tim rape

Tim ties down Jason and rides(rapes) him. Pls let Tim use Jason as nothing but a mere meat dildo.

Titans/Dick, Titans/Jason, Titans/Tim consensual gangbang - Filled

The not-so-secret tradition of team bonding by fucking the current Bat on the Teen Titans is well-adhered to, especially given the enthusiastic consent of all participants Feel free to include any or all: garden sex, pool sex, power use, DP, riding, pegging, toy use, CBT, nipple play, cockwarming, CFNM/CMNM, and consensual somno All other kinks welcome excluding scat, watersports, emeto, ageplay, vore, and anything else bloody

Thomas Elliot/Bruce Wayne (Rape/Non-con)

Bruce doesn't realise how obsessed Thomas really is with him. Leads to Hush raping Bruce. Can be when Bruce knows who Hush is or when he still doesn't know.

Evil!Dick and Jason, noncon or dubcon

Jason comes back to his safehouse and is surprised to find Dick already there. After the initial surprise, Jason is quick to find out that there's something... off, about this Dick. He's not acting like his usual self. It turns out this isn't the usual Dick that Jason is familiar with, instead, he is a darker version of him (drugged? Talon from Earth-3 that somehow ends up in the main universe? other possibilities? all welcome options!), and this Dark!Dick is obsessed with Jason and wants to fuck him... and he doesn't take no for an answer. So there's a setup for a non-con or dub-con(in case Jason also has a crush on main Dick) for you. Restraints (gags, ropes, tapes etc.) are also welcome but doesn't have to be present.

Kon-El/Lex Luthor Daddy Kink DubCon

Lex genetically programmed Kon to need his daddy to fill him up when he created him. Lex made Kon to check all his boxes (ie Superman, something he made, a gifted teenager). Kon can’t actually consent because of programming, and he doesn’t want it until he’s getting it. Can be simple daddy kink or full of abdl. Bonus points for trans!Kon

Guy Gardner/Bunch of Aliens possible Dubcon/Noncon

Macho, hotheaded, shit-talking Guy is the embodiment of hyper-masculinity, and that arrogance of his gets him into a lot more than just a bar fight. All of Guy's enemies seem to be of the huge, muscular variety, so let's see the most stocky lantern get put in his place. Does he secretly love it? Does he outright hate it? Maybe all that shit-talking was just a ploy to finally get someone to "punish" him right. The choice is up to you. Maybe it's a bunch of random aliens Guy's ticked off in a bar. Maybe all that showboating's pissed off Kilowog or Arkillo. Maybe Lobo's still put out after being tricked one too many times by Guy. Perhaps, Atrocitus's still kinda harboring a grudge for Guy kicking him out of the Red Lanterns. Then there's always the way too touchy Dementor with his Vuldarian kin. I'm all for any other kinks or situations, I just would prefer no bathroom stuff. Go absolutely wild.

Black Mask/anyone, bathroom control, omorashi - Filled on meme

I'm a simple person with simple needs: Roman controlling whether or not someone's allowed to piss. can be consensual or noncon torture, the victim can end up pissing themselves or make it to the bathroom safely. just as long as Roman's in total control of the situation, and smug about it. bonus points: tears, begging, banter, degradation, embarrassment, additional torture, anything else along those lines. watersports only, please, no scat!

Roy Clones/Dick gangbang omegaverse

YJ season 3 episode 4 has excellent gangbang material just so you know Add omegaverse to it and its perfect Noncon/dubcon is accepted also

Titans/Jason Gangbang

Prefer comics based more than the show but either is fine. Dick and his friends welcome the new Robin the Titans way, by breaking in that hole. New kid is always the team toy, and it's even more fun now that it's Nightwing's bratty kid brother. Consensual or non con, dealer's choice. Double (or triple) penetration, dirty talk, and powers used for sex are favorite kinks but I'm good with pretty much anything.

Willis Todd/Jason Todd, Mob/Jason; Incest and forced underage prostitution

Willis pimps out his kid for cash and drugs. Catherine either pretends she doesn't know or knows and helps/doesn't care. And like any good salesman, he makes sure to test out his product to make sure it's up to snuff.

Make it cruel and awful and hopeless. Dehumanizing and degrading. Jason is just a hole to sell and use. belting in sensitive areas, beatings, violent sex, cum play, blood play... I just want something dark and nasty.

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Woo! Ok. I’ll try to keep this up the best I can. I’ll link/mark when prompts are filled so that you guys can check it out if you want (all filled prompts can be reached by the link in the title, but some have ao3 links that I put on the “Filled” note).

I’ll also reblog this with any new prompts that come up or if I find I’ve forgotten one.

#DC Kink Meme #long post #too many things to tag #content and trigger warnings apply to some of the prompts #enter at your own risk #mostly Jason Todd centric #but others that I liked too

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Demon Brothers and Mid-Autumn Festival

Happy early 中秋節 !This spawned from me crying over pretty mooncake packaging. And then I fell into a hole of matching the boys to boxes and this Mildy AU stuff happened. Uh... so I know this isn’t the only way to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival, but it’s mostly based on my experiences and nostalgia. So excuse the super self-indulgence and have fun~ I tried to include links to things that might need some more explaining.

It’s my first time writing headcanons so pls be gentle on me .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

Lucifer

“Mid-autumn festival? I may have heard of this before in passing.”

“What is this? A Jewelry box?”

Don’t tell him how long you went looking for the perfect packaging and flavor.

Doesn’t celebrate the whole week, but will at least sit down with you for a night to share mooncakes

Prefers them without the yolk, but he’s not going to complain if they’re there.

Neatly cuts the mooncake into quarters and has to have it with tea

Likes the wintermelon filled kind the best. The chewy texture goes better with tea.

He’ll make an exception for black sesame lotus paste though

Unfortunately too busy to do any sort of moon viewing with you since he’s swamped with paperwork.

At least he’ll share mooncake and tea with you while he does it

Keeps the box and actually uses it as a lamp from time to time

You find out he’s using the tins to store wax seals and stamps too

He doesn’t have time for it, but appreciates the small bottle of osmanthus wine you leave at his door at the end of the festival.

Finds you a month later on the next full moon to sit down and drink it with you. Offer him a Laopo Bing or leftover mooncake to go with it as a snack. (Of course there’s leftover mooncake)

You share tea and cakes while sitting on a pavilion overlooking a lake. The moon’s reflected on the surface. Lotus flowers are blooming and the sounds of cicadas are in the distance. Wispy clouds float past the full moon but don’t really hinder its brightness.

He brushes a stray strand of hair out of the way before maybe sneaking in a kiss or two. He’s much more entranced by how you look lit by the moon and not the moon itself.

Mammon

Got gifted a box of them from a designer as a gift after a photoshoot

You may or may not ogle at how pretty the packaging is. He teases you and taunts you with it. Of course they would only gift something so majestic to The Great Mammon.

Doesn’t bother cutting into them, just eats them like a cookie

Until he gets to the yolk

“The heck is this? Who puts salted egg yolks into a sweet thing?”

Looks up how much the mooncake box from a designer might sell for.

So many gifted mooncakes

But he doesn’t eat any, unless you show interest in them.

You find chocolate flavored ones among all the boxes

Still doesn’t cut the mooncake up, but at least there’s enough to share. He’s less traumatized now that he’s had one that doesn’t have yolks in it.

Spends the rest of the night sampling all of the weird ‘haute couture’ flavors of the year.

The strangest one is the truffle and ham flavored one.

He nearly spits that one in your face

Both of you are rushing to the kitchen to find something to wash away that taste.

Thankfully there’s the bottle of Osmanthus wine you’ve saved for this occasion

He takes a giant gulp and nearly gags at how strong it is.

Now you have a partially tipsy Mammon on your hands.

Take him out on a long moonlit walk to get him sober.

The air is crisp, the moon is bright, the leaves are just starting to turn color. There’s just a hint of dampness in the air but it’s refreshing. He takes your hand as you’re walking to make sure you don’t wander off.

Ends the night kissing your forehead and thanking you for sharing so many memories with him this year.

Doesn’t try to keep any of the boxes and tries to sell them all off if he can unless you find one that catches your fancy, then he’ll just give that one to you.

Leviathan

“Oh my gosh, it’s the Super Rare Limited Edition Ruri-Chan as Chang’e mooncake box?!?!?!?!?!?!”

He doesn’t care what the flavor is. It’s Ruri-chan

Takes more care of the box than he does the actual mooncake.

Prefers the small custard filled/lava ones

They’re easier for snacking while he’s prepping for a raid.

Raids don’t stop for holidays. Gaming must continue

Invites you to join him one night and gifts you the limited equipment from the current Mid-Autumn festival event in game.

“It’ll look cuter on your character than mine.” Don’t question him on how long it took him to farm that gear.

You end up playing games with him all night long and forget to watch the moon.

Instead, the two of you decide to just watch the sun rise while snacking on the last of the cakes.

Tea is in order, those things got really sweet really fast.

The two of you are so loopy from staying up all night, you giggle at the dumbest things as you’re trying to sneak into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“How long did you wait in line for that box?”

Don’t tell him you just pre-ordered it like a normal person would. “Oh, maybe a few hours.”

“Well, I guess I owe you a few hours of time as a thank you.”

You nearly forget that tea’s done and almost wake up the house from the whistling kettle. Worth it for all the kisses you got in between that time though.

Satan

“Oh yes, of course I’m familiar with the festival. I’ve read all about it.”

He’s rather fascinated with how ornate the packaging can get for some sweets. “What’s so special about them?”

Red bean paste with the yolk

Cuts the mooncake into six

Lets you eat on the bed as long as you make sure you don’t get crumbs anywhere.

His room literally has the best view of the moon. It’s mandatory that you watch it from there.

Lets you gaze at the moon from his bed while he reads.

Until you interrupt him and start reciting Li Bai’s Quiet Night Thought. Mostly it’s to yourself out of homesickness

Moonlight before my bed/ Perhaps frost on the ground/ Lift my head and see the moon/ Lower my head and I miss my home.

And then you start reciting “Drinking Alone Under The Moon”

You really start drinking and living the drunken poet life.

“You know, you’re not alone though.”

He finally puts the book aside and joins you to watch the moon and listen to you recite poetry for hours on end.

Asks you about Chang’e and listens as you drunkenly ramble off her story all the while nibbling on pieces of mooncake. He offers you the occasional piece so you’re not drinking so much on an empty stomach.

Keeps the box and the tins but has no idea what to put in them so they end up gathering dust in the room until one day he needs something to put spell components in and he remembers it exists.

Spends the week watching the moon and listening to you recite poetry or tell fairy stories.

Often falls asleep in your lap, a half eaten piece of mooncake in hand.

Invites you over for moonviewings even after the festival.

Asmodeus

He can't tell if he should be more impressed by the packaging or by the cake designs.

Snowskin mooncakes become his favorite

Rose and lychee flavors are preferred

He adores how pretty crystal mooncakes are as well

Absolutely no yolks please

Refuses to watch the moon with you. Staying up late will ruin his skin care routine

He will day drink the osmanthus wine you’ve save to go with the mooncakes while you watch operas

It sounds weird to him at first, but the makeup and the costumes draw him in.

Cries at the end of Farewell My Concubine

You end up spending hours telling him about the Four Beauties and China’s Four Most Handsome Men

He’s upset that all of the stories end in tragedy

You try to cheer him up by going to a local festival and watch the lanterns and other festivities

Gets super invested in lantern making and spends hours learning how to make one to hang up in his room.

While he’s gone, go buy him some Tanghulu Not only can he appreciate the bright red hawthorns, but they’re a delicious snack on the go while you let him explore the whole festival.

The two of you spend hours looking at cute packaging for mooncakes and buying them back for the others. He’s happiest with the one you gifted him though.

Okay, maybe he can stay up late to look at the moon just this once.

Take a small picnic to a grassy hill somewhere so you can admire the moon in its full glory. Most of the snacks are rice cakes and fruit and of course more moonakes. (Seriously, there’s so much mooncake)

He knows he’s supposed to be watching the moon, but he finds it easier and better to watch you instead. You’re just as ethereal as Chang’e in the silvery light of the night.

Definitely keeps the mooncake box and uses it to hold parts of his makeup collection. It fits right into his room decor.

Beelzebub

You get him the biggest box with the most variety that you can find so he can try as many flavors as possible.

He ends up liking the kind that tastes like Gai Zhai Beng (Sorry, I don’t know what this is in English?) with all the nuts the most since they’re the heartiest.

Actually, he likes all of the more savory ones

If it’s sweet, it should have yolks. Four of them if they have those, if not, he’ll settle with the Cantonese style with two yolks.

You take him to the festivals so he can try even more flavors

The best part is that you get to try them as well. He offers you at least a bite before downing the rest of the mooncake.

Do the two of you go around eating everything until you feel like you’re about to burst? Absolutely.

If you can’t see anything that’s going on during the performances at the festival, he’ll lift you onto his shoulder to get a better view.

With how much time you spend at the festival and how much you’ve eaten, you don’t know if you can stay up late to watch the moon like you want to.

He lets you piggyback on the walk home

The sound of a pipa song from the festival echoes in your brain and you hum the song while half asleep on the way home. He gets it stuck in his head for the next month and a half.

Worth it though, it means he’s reminded of the great time he had with you and all the food he got to try.

Now he’s constantly asking you if you can make him mooncakes.

Literally forgets the box and tins exist until he’s cleaning out his room for hidden snacks months later.

Almost forgot about the osmanthus wine you gifted him as well. He hits you up on the next full moon to drink it while eating snacks and you get to tell him about all the legends behind the foods he’s eaten.

“Next time, I’ll make you Crossing the Bridge Noodles.”

“What’s the story behind that?”

“I’ll tell you when I make them.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Of course.”

Belphegor

Thinks a fairy must have visited him in his dreams when he rolls over and finds the box of mooncakes next to his pillow

Sleeps all day so he can watch the moon all night with you.

Expect tons of cuddles while doing that

Find out when he’s halfway through eating the box that he prefers tang yuan over mooncakes

He covets the box you gave him regardless

Maybe you make the tang yuan with a little extra ginger to spite him

Too bad for you, he prefers it that way.

Convinces you that the gardens is the best place for moon viewing

He’s right since there’s an osmanthus tree there and it smells absolutely amazing this time of the year.

His favorite dessert is pretty much impossible to transport, so he’ll have to deal with what you brought.

Ends up quite liking sachima but not jin dui

Beel drank the last of your celebratory osmanthus wine, it’s time to break out the baijiu

It takes only a few sip of this to have you both tipsy and slurring superlatives at the moon.

“She’s just so beautiful. Look at her. So radiant and glowing and just the most magnificent isn’t she?”

“I can’t tell if you’re describing the moon or if you’re describing yourself.”

“The moon. Of course. She’s so beautiful that poems are written about her for thousands of years.”

“I could do that for you too you know…”

The two of you end up falling asleep in the garden under the tree. By the time you two wake up, you’re both covered in the tiny fragrant blossoms

Take some back with you to make cakes and maybe some more wine to remind you of the lovely night you had.

#Obey me!#Obey me Headcanons #Obey me HCs #Might do the undatables later #this took way more time than I expected #I just really want soft moon viewing times with them okay?#just soft things ; ;#pls let this do well #I know maybe all of 2 people would relate to this #Don't let my hours of staring at boxes go to waste pls #a lot of this was written at like 3AM #It likely doesn't make sense #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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Kinktober - Oct 5th (Swallowing/Collaring): Milk (MLQC Kiro - NSFW)

Description: Get frisky with Kiro this Halloween Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warnings: swallowing, collaring, costumes, semi-public sex, mild jealousy Word Count: 1355 words (~7 mins of dirty, filthy, Halloween-themed smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: My first entry for @alloveroliver’s amazing Kinktober challenge! Many thanks to this incredible person for taking the time out of her undoubtedly busy schedule to organize this event. YOU ROCK! 🤩

Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and hope you all enjoy this dirty story! 😂 Happy reading, lovelies!

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

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“Wow! You look…absolutely amazing. Gorgeous. I-I can’t even take my eyes off you, haha…”

Savin tries to run his hand through his hair, but the attempt is just as awkward as the way he ogled you in your cat costume — the high collar of his black cape leaving practically no room for movement past the top of his gel-slicked head.

Keeping a polite smile on your face, you discreetly scan the room for the soft flaxen locks you loved to run your fingers through, hoping for a swift conclusion to the uncomfortable conversation.

“Thanks, Savin. I like your costume too! You make a great Dracula, very Bela Lugosi. And I appreciate you extending me an invitation to B.S. Entertainment’s Halloween party.”

Before Kiro’s agent can reply, a firm yet gentle hand snakes about your waist, pulling you close to the side of a warm body — lithe yet strong, lean muscle encased in black leather; buckles and straps criss-crossing the physique that gyrated so well on stage to incite the madness of fans the world over. And beneath a black hood: strands of golden hair.

“Miss Chips! You made it!”

In his eyes, the vast blue of a cloudless sky. And a smile just as luminous to match. But the flex of his arm around you hinted at tension, and before you knew it, you were spun around and escorted off before Savin even had the chance to sputter - Kiro chucking under his breath as he says goodbye on both your behalves.

“What was that? And what are you supposed to be dressed as?” You finally ask when Kiro ushers you into an empty VIP room at the club booked out by his agency, the pounding beat outside falling several decibels lower when the door closes.

“I’m a ninja assassin!” He spreads his arms wide, presenting himself in full glory. Drawing back his cape, Kiro brings his exposed biceps closer, muscles bulging as he flexed to show off the intricate designs drawn in black ink on his skin, smiling in satisfaction to see the awe etched on your face.

“You look like you could totally KO the final boss in a video game!”

“Of course!” Kiro beams. But then, the brightness of his smile dims. “Hmph. Maybe it’s my own bossy agent I need to take out. Can’t leave that guy alone with you for even a second, I swear.”

“Who, Savin?”

“He looked like he was about to swallow you whole. But, I guess I can’t say I blame him…”

The corners of those cerulean eyes crinkle in an impish expression as he scans you from head to toe, humming appreciatively at the cat ears on your head, the combination of your sleek black bodysuit and skirt…and the tail that hung near the base of your spine.

“That’s, um…quite the costume. You look very, very nice, Miss Chips.”

“You like it?! It’s actually the third year in a row that I’ve worn it — I really got my money’s worth! Anna always complains and says I should switch it up for our company’s Halloween party—“

“So, you’re saying that people other than Savin have already seen you in this costume?! Tch, man…” Kiro frowns, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of the pouty superstar. Bringing a hand to his face, you force him to look you in the eye.

“Could it be that our superstar ninja is jealous?”

“Yes! Miss Chips is special, for my eyes only.” Placing his hands on his neck, nimble digits in fingerless gloves loosen the silver buckle on a black leather choker. “And I do believe your costume is missing this.”

Looking at the choker lying flat on his palm, the corners of your lips tug into a knowing smile; you had wondered how soft the pliable leather would feel wrapped around your neck.

Circling behind you, the subtle notes of Kiro’s cologne — spicy and sweet — suffuse your senses. “Kittens need collars, don’t they? To show the world who their rightful owners are?”

Then, dropping to a whisper, “Let bad men know that even though they can look, they can never touch…”

His voice is sultry, dripping with sensuality as he breathes against the shell of your ear. And when you sweep your hair aside to bare your neck to your lover, you are rewarded with the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

“…Unlike the way I can. Isn’t that right, Miss Chips?”

Still carrying the heat of Kiro’s skin, the choker lay warm against your throat — gentle and secure, as if the superstar himself had wrapped his hand around the delicate column of your neck.

But of course, those hands that coaxed beautiful music from his guitar were currently preoccupied with drawing all types of lascivious sounds from your mouth as two fingers, then three, explored between your legs from behind; relentless even as your knees shook, bent over on all fours on the plush sectional as you were.

“Kitty’s more excited than usual today. You’re completely soaked, baby.”

Kiro sweeps your tail to the side as he palms a slow circle over your pussy, and you gasp at the touch of leather from those fingerless gloves, making it harder to come down from your second orgasm around his hand.

Biting your lip in anticipation to hear his fly unzipping behind you, you hike your skirt up even more, further exposing yourself to his hungry, blue eyes.

“Hmm. You’re so well-behaved, Miss Chips. I say a reward is in order, what do you think?”

Slowly stroking your collar with one hand, Kiro gently guided his cock into your entrance with the other. And all you could manage in response to his question is a desperate nod, the furry tips of your prosthetic ears tickling his skin as he bent over you.

Then, with one enthusiastic thrust, the superstar is buried to the hilt, leaving you clawing at the seat beneath you, desperate to suppress a scream of pleasure that surely would’ve given you away despite the noise in the club.

“Mmm, you feel good, Miss Chips. So good, ah…especially when you tighten like that.”

His fingers graze the sensitive skin at the small of your back before wrapping around your tail, pulling soft but insistent as his breath leaves him in shudders — the rhythm of his hips building faster and faster until your throat became uncomfortably dry from panting in response to his onslaught.

And when those long fingers gathered the arousal that dripped down your thigh to draw smooth, tight circles about your clit, the act has you convulsing as the tension broke in your body, clamping down on Kiro’s cock even as he pulled out — hand pumping hard to chase his own release outside the warmth of your body until he spilled hot over the small of your back.

Still shaking even when you sense Kiro’s finger tracing a haphazard pattern across the skin on which he came, you gradually open your eyes when you feel his lips pressing affectionately upon each lid.

“You must be parched, kitty…screaming the way you did. Here. Your reward.”

Collar snug as you craned your neck in Kiro’s direction, you stick your tongue out, obediently lapping up the liquid that coated his index finger — pink on white. Blue eyes are transfixed to see your tongue sweeping from corner to corner of those perfect lips, dutifully licking up any and all remnants of Kiro’s release until that, too, is swallowed.

Then, drawing even closer, Kiro whispers, “Good girl. You've earned your milk, Miss Chips,” before his lips close the gap completely.

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“Kiro, where have you been?! Several producers wanted to meet you and—“

Savin stops short when he spots the leather choker, looking back and forth between you and Kiro, eyes narrowed to see it adorning your neck instead of the blonde with twinkling blue eyes, who says, with a hint of challenge in his voice:

“Now her costume is complete! Don’t you agree, Savin?”

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title: a-haunting we will (absolutely fucking not) go

pairings: lamp and background demus/receit/dukeceit

summary: virgil got a job at a haunted house, and he invites his boyfriends to come check it out.

warnings: sympathetic remus and deceit, sass, a bit of swearing, pretty much panic attacks, haunted houses, hospitals are mentioned two or three times but it’s just the theme of the other part of the house, screaming, caps at the very end for a sentence, being an asshole, arguing, insults, making out is mentioned, a few kisses, contortionism, mention of blood/gore, creepy dolls, like three mild sex jokes, crying, and possibly something else

a/n: i swear this is fluff okay,,,,,,,,, anyway this is from @hiddendreamer67‘s october prompt list, which i will..... hopefully be following for the rest of the month. today’s word is “fear.” well, the first word is fear, and i’m going in order so sh

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“I know Virge said it wasn’t that scary, but…” Patton trailed off, wringing his hands in anxiety as the three teenagers stared up at the looming figure of Gloomy Valley Haunted Hause. “I dunno, guys… This seems pretty spooky.”

With a grand flourish, Roman swept his boyfriend’s hands into his own. “Patton, darling, there’s nothing to fear so long as I, the dashing Roman Knight, am here to protect you!”

“Roman--” Logan tried to scold, but he was immediately cut off again by Roman.

“Hush, stardust! We must forge ahead towards victory!” Then, softer, he said, “And Virgil really wanted us to come visit. He says he’s got a pretty sweet costume.”

The argument--if it could even be called such--was won over as soon as Logan gave a fond eye roll. The three boyfriends made their way into the front lobby and were immediately met with the sight of Roman’s twin brother making out with his significant other.

“Ew, Remus, god, you can’t even keep it in your pants for your job?!” Roman screeched and covered his eyes.

There was a soft chuckle and some shuffling as Remus presumably slid off of DC’s lap to fix his scary makeup. “I’m on break, idiot. Plus, none of the managers ever come out to check if Dee’s actually doing the front desk job, so we can do literally whatever we want.”

Roman made a face but uncovered his eyes when he felt Logan’s hand on his shoulder. DC hadn’t even bothered to clean up the black lipstick that had been smudged around their face, but they’d moved to their perch behind the desk. They smiled innocently at Roman and said, “Welcome to Gloomy Valley Haunted House--the best haunted house in all of Blooming Valley. We offer discounts to threesomes; would you like that?”

Patton made a harsh choking sound, and Logan went bright red, but Roman simply glared daggers at his brother’s partner. “Oh, you’re very funny, DC. Have you thought of taking up being a comedian, or are you just going to live your life as a joke?”

“Are you going to become a bird? Your eyeliner is big enough for you to fly away!”

“Take it back, you son of a bi--”

“Oh my god,” Logan cut in with an exasperated sigh. “Will you two children please shut the hell up?”

DC scowled but turned back to the desk computer. “Would you like tickets for Haunted Hospital or Alice in Frightland?”

“Um, whichever one Virgil does,” Roman answered.

“Do I look like your boyfriend’s keeper?” DC snarked with an aggressive eye roll.

“Ugh, fine. Remus, do you know?”

Remus snapped his compact closed and nodded. His makeup, now in its full glory, made him look like a possessed doll. “Yeah. He’s on the Alice side with me.”

“That one, then.”

“Three tickets for the Alice in Frightland tour,” DC said in their fakest customer service voice. “The tour starts in a half-hour. Your total is thirty dollars.”

Logan quirked an eyebrow. “It says that the tickets are only five dollars per person.”

“Yeah, and I charge a one-hundred percent idiot fee. Fork it over, Camazotz.”

“That wasn’t even a clever insult,” Logan muttered as he handed over three fives and a handful of change.

After they received their tickets, the trio sat down on the loveseat pushed into the corner of the room. Logan and Roman sat next to each other, and Patton huddled into Logan’s lap. It didn’t mind Roman that Logan was picked over him because he knew that Patton was looking to distract himself from his worry by making out, and Roman still hadn’t figured out if he even liked making out. Plus, he was completely content to curl into Logan’s side and occasionally receive a peck from either one of his boyfriends.

They were eventually called into one of the starting rooms and got a briefing on what would generally be inside. Roman appreciated that. He’d know what to look out for in case he needed to get ahold of Patton before he got too spooked.

It was pretty mild for quite a few rooms if Roman was being honest. Patton had only really been scared once, and that was because the “White Rabbit” was rather gory and creepy looking. All in all, it wasn’t that bad.

The room that Remus worked in was about five or six rooms in, and it was… something. There were four human-sized dolls around the room, generally sitting in piles of toys or at a little tea table. All of them were completely still except for their eyes, which followed the group around wherever they went. Needless to say, it was unnerving as fuck.

They picked their way through the room slowly, carefully avoiding any misplaced toys that could be a tripping hazard; although, Logan seemed to be the only one truly worried about that. Patton was clinging on to Roman’s shirt for dear life as he glared at the actors. Roman might have found that endearing if he, too, wasn’t scared out of his mind. The room was honest to god terrifying, and Roman had already decided that he wasn’t returning to the haunted house based on the past thirty seconds alone.

But they were so close to the door--it was just a few tantalizing steps away! They were almost there, and then they would be free of this pediophobic nightmare forever.

Roman was just about to reassure his lovely, darling boyfriend that they would be okay when an actor dropped down from a hidden compartment in the ceiling and dangled right in front of them by a rope tied around their foot. The three teenagers screamed and scrabbled to grip each other in terror. The actor’s face looked extremely cracked and broken, and the leg that they weren’t being suspended from dangled lifelessly backward. Black, soulless eyes stared at them.

“Stay here and play with us,” it suddenly cooed, reaching out to grab them.

That kicked them into high gear, and they sprinted through the rest of the haunted house like madmen. They didn’t stop until they were back in the lobby, where they fell in a heap on the floor. Roman was crying, and so was Patton, and Logan seemed to have gone completely nonverbal. A family in the corner of the lobby eyed them suspiciously, but none of them cared. They were terrified. Rightfully so, Roman might add.

After a few minutes, they had all calmed down enough to move to some chairs to wait for Virgil. They were all a bit disappointed that they’d missed him in the haunted house, but the sadness was far outweighed by happiness to be out of there.

“Hey, guys!” Virgil called from behind them, and they turned to find the actor who had scared them. They stared in awe/horror for a few moments before Virgil said, “Guys?”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Roman finally exhaled.

“What? I work at a haunted house, and I’m a gymnast. What did you expect?”

It took a few tries, but Logan managed to sputter out, “You said that this h-haunted house w-was q-q-quote-unquote ‘lame.’”

“Yeah, and it is.” Virgil rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I mean, our side is way better than the hospital--that one fucking sucks--but… it’s nothing special.”

“That is such bullshit,” Patton muttered. “I’m never taking your word for what is or isn’t scary ever again.”

“Aw, Patty, baby. Won’t you give me a kiss?” Virgil teased as he twisted himself into a bridge and scuttled towards his boyfriends.

DC’s shouts of “Will you four please get the fuck out” were barely heard over Roman screaming, “BEGONE, FOUL DEMON!”

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Sweeter than Candy || Freddie Mercury x Reader

Summary: At Queen’s Halloween party, you and Freddie find that there’s something even sweeter than candy to celebrate with.

Pairings: Freddie Mercury x Reader

Genre: Smut, porn with feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please!) oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: This is my Halloqueen event gift for @mrbadguymercury - a stunningly talented artist, a whole sweetheart, and the self-proclaimed queen of Freddie’s chest hair! Every time I went on her blog to send her asks, her gorgeous header made curly, red-suspenders Freddie more and more irresistible - and, et voilà, this fic features that very Freddie with a few minor Halloween tweaks. I really hope you like it, Taylor! Happy HalloQueen, honey! 🎃🖤

“Enjoying yourself, my darling?”

You downed a shot of tequila as you felt your boyfriend’s mouth on your neck, pressing kisses right where your pulse beat, his breath warm on your already flushed skin. You smiled and reached up to put a hand to the side of his face, feeling his sweat-dampened curls holding him close for a moment so you could drink him in, pressed against you with his hands on your waist. You were about to say something flirty when you felt his fingers at your sides; he tickled you until you fell into a fit of giggles, leaning further against him as you tried to get away from his hands.

“Freddie!” you managed in between gasps of laughter. “Quit it!”

He finally let you go after drawing out a few more seconds of laughter from you, chuckling as he kissed your cheek. “Couldn’t resist.”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. The press of leather and warm skin against your back was heady, and you turned around to see him in his full costumed glory. Freddie had decided to get more use out of one of his favorite stage costumes of late, the sexy police officer dressed head to toe in shiny black leather. His pants were deliciously tight, his chest bare under the jacket aside from his red-hot suspenders and silver necklace. His police hat sat crooked over his curls, his eyes hidden behind his aviator shades as he grinned at you.

“How do I look?” he asked. You’d been helping set up for the party while Freddie got ready with the boys, wanting to make a grand entrance; you’d seen him at the beginning of the party, when he was fresh from the shower and newly made-up, and he’d looked a bit innocent in an endearing way, like a kid dressing up to go trick-or-treating. Now, though, with his cheeks flushed and his curls mussed and his walk just this side of a swagger thanks a couple shots of vodka, he looked positively ravishing.

You bit your lip. “You look good enough to eat, Freddie.”

“Do I, now?” He grinned and took off his sunglasses so he could see you better. “So do you.”

He leaned close to kiss you deeply, bracketing you in with his hands on the bar behind you. You sighed against his mouth and put your hands on his chest, loving the familiar and delicious scruff of the dark curls there.

“You know it’s Halloween,” you said in between kisses.

He chuckled. “Yeah? I couldn’t tell, since you dress up like a jungle cat every other day of the year.”

You’d picked a simple costume, a leopard-print dress and thigh-high black stiletto boots. You’d drawn a little nose and whiskers on your face with makeup, and a headband with two cat ears was lost somewhere in your teased hair.

“I don’t think you’d be complaining if I did,” you teased.

He smirked. “Not at all, honey, I think it’s dreadfully sexy. You won’t hear anything but contented Freddie-noises from me.”

You laughed, happily more than familiar with the so-called contented-Freddie noises. They were among your favorite sounds, closely matched by his singing voice and the way he called you “honey”. He gave a soft laugh as he nuzzled against your neck, his fingers glancing over the straps of your dress.

“I haven’t had any candy yet,” you said, a little distracted by his touch.

“No?” He nipped at your collarbone. “That’s a shame. Not really Halloween without candy, hm?”

He nudged his thigh between your legs; you bit your lip and gave a soft groan and the feel of the leather against your skin and his warmth so close to your core.

“I don’t need candy, though,” he said in a low voice. “Not when I’ve got something so much sweeter.”

You gasped when his hand snaked down to glance under the hem of your dress, his fingers tracing slowly up your thighs. You felt yourself blush; you were in a room full of people, and if Freddie wasn’t careful, he’d have you an absolute mess in front of the whole party. Not that you minded, necessarily, but you felt a mischievous desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Maybe I want some too,” you said against his mouth. You moved your hand downwards, brushing over his chest, until you reached the waistband of his pants. “I can think of something I’d like to taste more than candy.”

He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed him through the tight leather, feeling him respond instantly to your touch. You gave a pleased smirk and bit his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him give a small whine.

“Take me somewhere,” you said.

He gave you a bemused look, a little blissed out already. “Take you somewhere?” he repeated.

You laughed. “As much as I want you, Freddie, I’m not blowing you in front of this entire party.”

His eyes widened. “Oh - oh, okay.” He grinned and gave you a quick kiss before taking your hand in his, pulling you from the bar and winding through the crowd. You giggled at his enthusiasm, giving red-faced smiles to well-wishers that offered their congratulations and wolf-whistles to those who could tell exactly what Freddie was whisking you away for.

He found a bathroom on the second floor of the massive house of whoever was hosting the party - you’d forgotten, and it was probably one of the dozens of filthy rich friends the boys had made over their career. It didn’t matter to you whose house it was, not at the moment; all you cared about was getting Freddie alone so you could have your way with him like you’d been wanting to all night.

You locked the door behind you and turned to your boyfriend, equal parts endeared and driven wild by the flush in his cheeks and the outline of his cock in his pants. He looked like a lovestruck teenager, and you wanted to hear his pretty moans and make him come undone.

“I love you, Freddie,” you said, walking over to him and kissing him deeply. You eased his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him, your tongue in his mouth as you put your hands to his chest.

“God, I love you too,” he said hoarsely. He took his hat off and tossed it across the room, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you close to him. He kissed you like he meant it, and you let yourself get lost in the headiness of it.

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip when you came up for air. “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting very patiently for you.”

He grinned. “I appreciate that. Me too, though perhaps not as patiently as you.”

That was probably true; you could feel his cock as you pressed against him, and it made you nearly dizzy with pleasure.

“Maybe I can do something about that,” you said coyly. You kissed him again before sinking to your knees in front of him, tracing your hands down his body all the way down as you did.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You looked up at him with a cheeky smile.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” you said.

He shook his head. “Exactly,” he said. “Just seeing you on your knees drives me absolutely wild, you know that?”

You worked on his belt and unzipped those tight leather pants, pulling him out and giving him a few strokes. “I can see that,” you teased.

“Oh, don’t be a brat,” he said, his voice sharp with desire. He gave a choked groan as you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue over the tip, loving the taste of him. He was painfully hard; you realized he’d enjoyed your teasing at the bar more than you’d thought, and you liked the idea of making him that hard in front of God and everybody.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this since you walked in,” you told him between kitten-licks and sloppy kisses to his cock. “This outfit drives me fucking crazy, Freddie. Every time you wear it I want to get on my knees for you.”

“That’s - ahh - that’s good to know,” he managed, his voice pitching up sweetly as you drew little gasps from him with your attention to his cock. You took the head of his cock in your mouth, tasting his precum, giving a hum of pleasure; his hands went to your hair, his fingers tangling and tugging.

He gave an obscene moan as you took him in your mouth as deeply as your could, careful even in his desire to keep still and let you go as slowly as you needed. No matter how many times you took him, Freddie was always a bit of a challenge; you took deep breaths and took him slowly, concentrating on the delicious sounds of pleasure falling from his lips.

“Christ, honey,” he groaned. His hips bucked against your mouth and you relaxed and took him deeper, bracing yourself against his thighs. You could feel his heartbeat everywhere, under your palms, on your tongue, carded through your hair. His gasps went straight to your core, and you responded by moaning around his cock.

“Wait, wait,” he said desperately. You stopped and looked up at him, his cock still heavy on your tongue, and he moaned.

“Don’t look at me like that, fuck,” he said. “Not gonna last with you looking at me like that.”

Feeling flirty, you batted your eyelashes at him before swallowing around him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him.

“Jesus, fuck, alright,” he said. He gave you a crooked smile that mixed amusement and such pure desire that you honest to God blushed, on your knees with his cock in your mouth.

“God, you’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he said. He drew a deep breath. “Alright, pop off, then. No more candy for you, trouble.”

You smirked as much as you could around him and pulled off with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before you stood, unable to resist giving it a little more love.

“It’s a little unfair,” you said. “It is Halloween, after all. Candy’s almost required.”

He only gave you a smirk, and before you could say anything else, Freddie picked you up and sat you on the counter. You yelped in surprise, unprepared for the sudden switch, and clung to his shoulders even as he settled himself between your knees.

“I didn’t say no candy at all,” he said, giving your a bruising kiss. You ran your hands over his biceps, gasping as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

His hands sneaked up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist. “Just no candy for you. I can have all I want.”

You felt nearly lightheaded with desire as he got to his knees in front of you, flashing you a wicked grin. You barely had time to react to it before he was spreading your knees and pushing your panties to the side.

“Fuck, Freddie,” you moaned, already wound tight as a spring as he lapped at your heat.

He moaned against you, the feel of it and his warm breath against your core making you gasp. His tongue worked at your entrance while he rubbed slow circles against your clit, enough to make you moan but not enough to bring you to the edge. You moved as close to him as you could manage, wanting him deeper.

“Keep making those pretty sounds for me, darling,” he said.

You obliged him, moans and gasps tumbling from your mouth as he worked on you with his. God, he was almost annoyingly good at this.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, cheeky. He took a moment to lick and kiss all over the inside of your thighs.

“Come back,” you whined, tugging at his curls.

You could feel his smirk. “Impatient little thing,” he mused. He tutted. “Very well, then, if you insist.”

He pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards in a come-hither motion as he sucked on your clit. You gave a sinfully loud moan at the pleasure that shocked through you, bucking your hips against his mouth and tangling your fingers deeper in his curls.

“Oh my God,” you nearly sobbed as his tongue swirled over your clit. “Jesus Christ.”

You felt him grin, the cheeky bastard. “Just me, sweetheart.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you, gradually picking up their pace, making you see stars.

“You taste fucking incredible, honey,” he said. “Sweeter than candy.”

You moaned as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting all of you. Without realizing you were doing it, you started to chant his name like a prayer.

“Freddie, oh, God, please, Freddie, Freddie,” you said, your breath coming in gasps and breathless moans. He turned his mouth to your thighs again, sucking love marks into your skin, as his thumb pressed deep circles against your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie, gonna cum,” you said. “Oh, God, Freddie, gonna cum, gonna cum - ”

“Cum for me, honey,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender as he nipped at your skin. “Good girl, go on and cum for me.”

You gave a sob of pleasure as he brought you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through your whole body. You threw your head back and saw stars, moaning as he worked you through your orgasm until you were spent. You straightened slowly as he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed one last kiss to your thigh before standing. He smirked and kissed you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet,” he said, his voice almost lost in his heavy breaths.

You hooked your fingers under his red-hot suspenders and pulled him closer to you. “I can think of something sweeter,” you said against his mouth. “I want you inside me, Freddie, please.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Anything for you, honey.”

He made quick work of your panties, pulling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder like he owned the place. You gripped his shoulders tight enough to leave bruises as he pushed into you, sheathing himself to the hilt with a gasp of pleasure.

“Oh, Freddie,” you said, loving the feel of him filling you up. He gave you a moment to adjust, kissing you deeply, his hands roaming everywhere and sending sparks through you wherever they landed.

“I love you,” he said, his breath warm against your skin. “Christ, I love you so much.”

You carded your hands through his hair. “I love you, Freddie.”

You kissed him, drawing him closer, letting him know it was ok to move. He started slow but steady, his hips pushing against yours and drawing little pants and moans from you with every thrust. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long; he’d been painfully hard for a while now, and he’d been waiting patiently. You wanted to make it worth his while, and drew your legs higher up where they wrapped around his waist to draw him deeper.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he said, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He reached a hand between you to circle your already-sensitive clit, and both of you moaned when you tightened around him.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” he gasped, his hips snapping against yours.

“Me either,” you managed. His circles against your clit grew faster and you felt yourself nearing the edge in a matter of seconds, already a live wire from your last orgasm. Your grip on his shoulders tightened.

“Oh, Freddie, Freddie - ” you moaned. “I’m cumming, oh, God, Freddie - ”

You tightened around his cock as you came for the second time, the drag of his cock inside you making you nearly dizzy with the pleasure of it.

“Gonna cum,” he said between moans. “Jesus, honey - fuck, gonna cum.”

“Cum for me,” you said breathlessly, kissing him as his thrusts grew sloppier and faster. He moaned into your mouth as he spilled inside you. You loved the feel of his heat inside and out as he pressed close to you.

He stayed inside of you for a few moments after he was spent, holding you in his arms and drawing you as close to him as he could. You draped your arms over his shoulders and brushed your fingers through his curls, giving a tired and satisfied smile as he kissed all over your face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You giggled as he kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you too, Freddie. More than anything.” You smile turned a little cheeky. “I’m glad you liked your candy.”

He chuckled. “More than you know, my sweet.”

You met his eyes, more in love with him than you ever could have thought possible. You smiled. “Happy Halloween, Freddie.”

He smiled and kissed you gently, tender and soft. “It certainly is, honey,” he said sweetly. “Happy Halloween.”

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bykimbo · 5 years

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Who’s a good boy then?

A friend on FB shared this article from the NYT on why we talk to our dogs (if you don't have a paid subscription, this will be one of your limited free articles this month, just so you know) and it touches on a subject I've given a fair bit of thought to over the years, at least obliquely. My friends know I'm not wild about the anthropomorphism of pets. We all know it's a personal quirk, and I'm not judging them for doing it, just saying it's not my cup of tea. Some of my good chums happily post dog news in the first-canine-person, and these are popular and fun I am sure. You know, if you like that sort of thing. I find it... creepy. That's probably kinda weird, but I just do. So on the back of this piece about us talking to our dogs, maybe it's time to talk about why. First of all, I have no problem with us talking to our dogs, in the various ways as described in this article. I did it all the time with my dogs, I do it with friends' dogs, I do it with strangers' dogs. Just this morning I said hello to a passing strange dog. Not the owner the dog, the dog. I get it. I had conversations with my dogs on all sorts of subjects, not just their behaviour or the current activity, and using language I never expected them to understand. I did expect them to get the tone of voice though. Dogs are bright, they'll pick up on if you're praising or scolding, they'll get the key words in a long sentence telling them exactly how bad they've been and they'll appreciate the tone of doting praise as you scratch behind their ears for being the bestest boy ever, who's a very good boy den? But the thing is, when I'm saying all that, it's just as internal monologue made louder. I'm still really talking to me. When I suggest "yes, you like that don't you? yes you know how clever you are", I'm not pretending to read the dog's mind, or hear their voice in my head; I'm interpreting their canine body-language and taking a pretty good guess. We know how dogs behave, they do consistently doggy things in predictably doggy ways. So I have two problems with the first-person-canine thing, one is touched on here, as I say; it's the dressing up of one's personal monologue as something external, and then sharing it publicly. It's taking an internal process and externalising it. Now there's times, I'll grant you, when that probably should be done more - but a discussion of mental health and openness around depression and anxiety is probably a deeper conversation for another day - telling me how you think your dog feels about you, and pretending the dog said it? Not so much. And you know how people do that? They make the dog refer to "my human". Which is weird, because they never refer to Fred, or Spot, or Wrath of Mars as "my dog", they use their names. But apparently they don't think they deserve that level of respect from their dog. Oh, unless their dog calls them Poppa, or something, which shows you a whole other aspect of their relationship I didn't need to know (don't get me started on fur-babies). The second part is, it disrespects the damn dog. By taking a dog, any dog, and anthropomorphising it, they make it less of a dog. They take a fantastic beast, a clever, loyal, loving animal and they strip away a little of it's dogness, and apply a veneer of pseudo-humanity. They make it a sub-human, not a super-dog. Dogs do dog things, and they do them better than anything else on the planet. They are absolutely the best at being dogs. And a dog is a remarkably fine thing, to be celebrated in all its canine glory. It doesn't need a costume, or a speech bubble or pretend anything... it's a dog. So talk to your dog. Your dog will enjoy it. You will enjoy it. Just please don't tell me what it said back. You don't agree, I know, it's fine. Personal quirk. This is just me over-sharing, but at least I'm not blaming it on the dog.

#dogs #pets #anthropomorphism #canine #psychology #nytimes

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brianmayihaveyou-blog · 5 years

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andante (b. may)

Abstract: He is so used to that rock ‘n’ roll style that he doesn’t have time for romance. Until he meets her.

Disclaimer+A/N: Thank you guys so much for the love and support so far. I’m glad you’re enjoying my stories/headcannons. If you have any requests, I’ll gladly take them! Also, I don’t know why the gif is so small I think my laptop is being weird. Lowercase is for the aesthetic and credit to original owner for gif!

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It had been months since Brian had stepped into a bar as a customer.

After Freddie joining Smile and turning it into Queen, they’ve sky rocketed like crazy. They were working on their first album whilst still playing the local pubs every night. So, tonight he was able to sit back and relax. Roger was supposed to show up soon but knowing him, he was going to be late. Never as late as Freddie, though.

Roger had recommended this place to him for awhile. God knows why. But, secretly, Roger knew that Brian’s love life was nonexistent. Not that he didn’t try but simply because Brian was always busy putting up with the band. Freddie was still a bit new even after a year of being in the band so they were still trying to understand each other. Brian also had a problem with scaring girls off his pretentious vocabulary and extreme knowledge of astronomy. There was nothing wrong with being intelligent, but it wasn’t exactly something that got someone laid. At least not at the pub.

So that is why Roger brought Brian to this place. It was a nice, tropical looking bar with dim lights. The bartenders were shirtless, leis worn around their necks. They smiled while doing their job, something Brian wasn’t used to. It felt relaxing in here, with everyone being so welcoming. There was a small stage in the front, so Brian knew there was going to be some sort of entertainment.

Just as Brian was about to stand to leave, Roger came running in through the doors, panting slightly. “Sorry, mate, John was having some issues with something. I’m here, though.” Brian rose an eyebrow at him and nodded, sitting back down while ushering the bartender for another beer.

Roger smirked as he sat down, placing his coat by his side. “So... What do you think?” he asked smugly. Brian shrugged, looking around some more. “I guess it’s neat. It’s definitely a different atmosphere, something I didn’t think you could find here in England.”

Roger nodded, ordering a specialty drink he always ordered whenever he came here. Brian was getting sucked into his plan so easily. He knew that this would be the place in which Brian would no longer be single. How did he know? Because after coming here every Tuesday night, he knew that there was someone that would catch Brian’s eye. He just hoped that his friend wasn’t stupid about it. The lights began to dim more, if that was even possible, and Brian turned to Roger with suspicious eyes.

“Ay, if this is another strip club, Roger, I told you-”

“Sh, just watch and more importantly, listen.”

Brian was so confused. What did his friend mean? However, he did as he was told and shut up, sitting straight forward with a beer in his hands. There was a small band that came out wearing costumes that were bright and colorful. They set up for a second, smiling as the crowd clapped. Brian was now curious to see who this band was. He was about to turn to Roger when she came out.

Her walk was so elegant, so put together. Her body was golden, making it obvious that she loved the sun. Her hair was pulled back slightly but laid on her shoulders beautifully. Her legs were bare from her feet to her mid-thigh as she wore a small, loose skirt covered in flowers. Brian couldn’t remove his eyes from her toned body, her shirt cropped and tied tightly to fit her body well. The material matched her skirt perfectly. As his eyes traveled her body, he finally reached her face and he felt himself go stiff from amazement. Those lips.. So plump and kissable. Her cheeks were a fiery pink as they stood out against the lighting of the stage. And, those eyes.. They were so bright, so full of hope that Brian didn’t even realize he had leaned in from his chair just to get a better look at this woman.

Roger smirked once again, leaning back against the bar and letting the show go on.

“Hello, we are Charisma. Thank you for coming to our show.”

Brian almost moaned at the sound of her voice. She hadn’t even began singing yet and he could feel the softness of her voice in his bones.

The music began and the guitar in the beginning was enough to send Brian over the edge. He closed his eyes, thinking of the chords that were being played. He felt goosebumps rise against his arms, so lost in the music that when her voice began to sing, his eyes shot open. Brian was hooked.

“Take it easy with me, please.

Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze.

Take your time, make it slow.

Andante, andante.

Just let the feeling grow.”

She was so into the music, gripping the mic tightly. Her body slowly began to move to the rhythm of the music. A small smile crept onto her face as her hands moved from the mic to caress her body.

“Make your fingers soft and light.

Let your body be the velvet of the night.

Touch my soul, you know how.

Andante, andante.

Go slowly with me now.”

Her hips swayed from side to side, letting the music overcome her. She moved with the flow of the piano and the guitar, the melody becoming her. She wasn’t just singing the music, she was the music. Everything about her on that stage was suffocating Brian. He felt that if took one breath that everything would fall apart. He sat still, watching her every move almost like he was in a trance. No woman had ever been able to do this to him.

She could feel herself being drawn to something, opening her eyes and searching the crowd. Raising her eyes to the back, she noticed a man with large curls staring at her as if she was the most gorgeous thing on earth. Her cheeks warmed immensely, smiling at him throughout the rest of the song.

“Please, don’t let me..” she breathed softly and then grinned at the man. “Down.”

Once the song was over, everyone cheered. She bowed bashfully and blew a kiss before walking off, letting her band play background music for the bar. She usually sang once or twice, wanting the main focus to be on her band’s amazing skills. As she dispersed from the stage, Brian grew frantic. He stood quickly and turned to Roger with wide eyes.

“Who was that?”

Roger chuckled and shook his head, placing his drink on the counter. He knew that Brian would be hooked the moment that girl walked out on stage. He may be a fuckboy but he wasn’t dumb.

“That was (Y/N) (L/N). She spent most of her time in Hawaii before coming here for school. She is studying geography. She is minoring in music education, however. She sings here every Tuesday with her band.” Of course Roger did his homework.

Brian swallowed hard. Geography? She’s going into earth science? He felt his heart skip a beat as he tried processing what was going on. Was Roger fucking with him? Because if so, he was going to kick his ass. Brian loved a smart girl and after seeing her sing, he was practically in love. He paused for a second, though, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Yes, but how do you know her?”

Roger shrugged. “I came here a few months ago, tried to work my magic on her, and she wasn’t one bit interested. But, we did talk and I guess that was fine. I got to find out a lot about her.”

Brian was more than thrilled that he had found a woman who rejected Roger. That meant she had standards and he liked that. Maybe more than he should. He downed the rest of his beer and straightened his coat, looking at Roger with a glint in his eyes. “I’m going to go look for her. I need to know her name.” Alas, his drummer friend nodded with a small smile. “You do that. I’ll be here in case you need help.” Brian scoffed and began walking to the back in hopes that maybe she might be back there. He prayed she didn’t go through the back door and gone home. He would’ve gone mad.

He looked left and right, asking the people back there where she might be. “Excuse me, have you seen Miss (L/N)?” he asked politely, his palms growing sweaty from the nerves.

“Miss (L/N)? Who am I, my mother?” asked a petite voice.

When he turned around, he smiled brightly. There she stood in all her glory. She had changed into a maroon sweater dress that went just above her knees. She switched from sandals to black boots, which matched her knit socks. She looked like a completely different person but that didn’t stop the racing of Brian’s heart as he went to introduce himself. “Just trying to be respectful.” he laughed lightly.

(Y/N) inspected him from head to toe, nodding her head. “That’s sweet. Just call me (Y/N), though.” she smiled. There was something genuine radiating off from this man and she felt herself being attracted to him instantly, like magnets. “Can I interest you in a drink?” she asked softly. He nodded like a child, unable to use his big boy words.

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(Y/N) threw her head back in laughter, putting her hand on Brian’s knee to stop herself from falling over. The guitarist just sat there with a fat grin on his face, enjoying the sound of her laughter. He loved the way her nose scrunched up and how her eyes squinted shut causing little crinkles by her eyes. And how her cheeks reddened by the second. Brian May was absolutely smitten by this woman who he had barely known.

“I can’t believe your bandmates would do something like that!” she replied, her laughter dying down to giggles.

“Hey, Queen is not like any other band. We’re special.” he chuckled. He noticed how her hand was still on his knee. F u c k.

A fond smile played on her lips as she leaned a little more forward. “You must really love them. Just by the way you speak of them it sounds like a family. I appreciate that.”

They were so close, if she moved any closer they could be kissing. Brian nodded his head at her, unable to get himself to speak. That seemed to be happening quite a bit that night. He grinned when he heard a familiar song come up from the jukebox. “C’mon, love, let’s dance.”

She nodded and stood, holding onto his outstretched hand. When their fingers became intertwined, there was a literal spark that caused both of them to immediately look up at each other. Her eyes sparkled with interest for the guitarist and Brian had never felt his heart beat so fast.

They traveled to the dance floor and she placed her arms around his shoulders as best as she could since he was so damn tall. And he firmly placed his hands on her hips, pulling her unintentionally closer to him. She could feel his heartbeat and she smiled, leaning forward and placing her head on his chest. “Sh, just breathe.” (Y/N) closed her eyes, hands playing with some of his curls. Brian was a fucking mess, widening his eyes but nodding, trying to get his breathing steady. He focused on the music but that didn’t work and he tried to looking around for help. Roger was already on some other chick so that was a waste. (Y/N) could sense this nervousness and smiled softly.

“Andante,” she whispered. “Slowly. Just let the music become you.”

Brian nodded, and actually listened to her as he closed his eyes as well, trying to understand the rhythm of the music. Brian could feel their bodies fit each other, morphing into one soul. There was a connection that he had never felt before, causing goosebumps to arise on his arms under his fur coat. How could someone impact another so much so soon?

“Andante,” he whispered back, squeezing her hips reassuringly. She smiled in response.

“Please, don’t let me down..”

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maybe a part 2? if y’all want it? this was kinda a blurb

#queen #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody imagines #gwilym lee #imagines #brian may #abba #andante andante

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havingonlydreams · 5 years

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i am never going to use this tumblr for posts again

alright so since i finally got out of testing today and i learned how to scroll frame by frame through youtube videos, i am going to reward myself by doing an unnecessarily thorough breakdown of the quanzhigaoshou live action trailer imagery(watch cn fanbase beat me by a country mile)

nighttime cityscape/highway scene fades out

team happy walks into one side of an arena, wearing competition uniform (i will explain this later)

we switch to team excellent era, coming in through the opposite side of the same arena, also in competition uniform. their side of the arena is lit in red, not blue. are they playing at the same time? is this happy vs ee? :shrug:

also, why tf is a backpack part of all these uniforms? how much stuff do esport players need to carry anyway? did a backpack company sponsor the production??

panning shot of signs, looks like they’re for huang shaotian or blue rain

that’s cruel, br-fen. why does captain get no love :cry:

shot continues moving, now the signs are for han wenqing

based on lighting, i don’t think they’re the same shot

fade out to scene of arena packed with fans and players

if I’m getting these signs right, looks like it’s (right to left, moving with the camera):

team void, tiny herb, tyranny, blue rain, excellent era

so, all stars

honestly, the scale’s kinda small. thumbs down to location scouting – the weird lighting polyhedrons confirm that it’s the same arena as the one from the happy/ee shots in the beginning, so expect ~location weirdness/ambiguity~

unnecessarily synchronized card insertion

based on the card logo, i wanna say tiny herb?

ee responds in kind!

tyranny puts headphones on in unison. the headphones are white. also, i think this is their casual uniform. based on the giant maple leaf in the background, i would say that this is an away game with ee, but the worn metal and circle room in the background look more like tyranny’s supervillain clubhouse

now ee is playing. this shot looks like ee turf – they’ve got white-backed seats, and that weird angular lighting motif. also they’re wearing black and blue headphones because ~product placement~

i say turf, not arena, because there don’t appear to be any actual player booths in these two shots, the set design looks like what we’ve seen for the clubhouse pics (this is because the production couldn’t afford to film all of the games in actual arenas, isn’t it)

also, ee is wearing competition uniforms.

now tiny herb is playing on what looks like the same set, but with the background lit in red, not blue. maybe they’re playing against ee? also from this angle I can clearly see that they are *headsets*, not headphones, which means that vc is not banned by this version’s alliance. some dude in blue is hanging out in the background, probably an official of some sort. I am not sure whether this is their casual/competitive uniform

a guy in ee uniform sweeps his hands across a keyboard with unnecessarily colorful backlighting

~product placement~

ye xiu (yang yang) stands in front of ‘glory pro league’ hologram thing with his back turned, wearing the happy casual uniform

mouse shots! keyboard shots!

face shot! (of ye xiu, wearing casual uniform (puma!) and headset (white))

group shot of happy walking down arena hallway, wearing competition uniform. this is where I explain this bit. so as far as I can tell, every team has (2) uniforms: a casual uniform, which looks like a tracksuit and those enormous thick sweatpants had an ugly, ugly, baby, and a competition uniform, which looks dorky as hell. all of the female characters manage to elevate the terrible costuming by being beautiful, but are dragged down by the fact that apparently the alliance uniform for women mandates a miniskirt, because apparently no one has gotten cold legs in an arena, ever. (to be fair to the costume department, its not that they did a terrible job, its that their job was to replicate esport uniforms, which are a hot mess)

the main difference between happy’s casual and competitive uniform, btw, is that the casual one has a high collar and the puma branding, and the competitive has this funky sweater? not-collar thing

idk fashion words

also, ye xiu is wearing a mask because Reasons

(the reason is that judging by chen guo, this is from the challenger league arc, and the producer/director/writer/whoever decided to move around certain things)

boom! ee vs happy in the big arena, baby~~~

one dude from each team is standing under the spotlights, probably sx and yx by process of elimination

presumably!yx is NOT wearing a mask. maybe it gave him acne

pan across team happy getting ready to play in their booth? idk where this is

i see at least three types of headsets in this shot, and wei chen, who is not wearing his. maybe he got knocked out early?

now it’s the weird circle room that was in that early shot with tyranny! advertising on the ceiling lights, nice

I … have no idea what’s going on here. giant ee leaf on the sides, bunch of logos I can’t make out in the back, there are just *way* more people in here than any match would call for

like I think the dudes in the middle are wearing ee casual uniforms, but everyone else seems to be wearing black tracksuits? i don’t even know

ye xiu, geared up in full hobo gear (long coat&hoodie), storms out of the ee club set that was previewed in earlier set pics.

keyboard and mouse action!

ye xiu playing in the ‘storage room’ on a gaming laptop. also, he’s changed into a *different* hoodie

I have no clue what brand the laptop is; it’s the same as some of the monitors in a couple of earlier shots, might be Chinese?

yu wenzhou cameo

ye xiu hobowalking sadly in the snow (ngl, the hoodie make me laugh a little)

excellent era (w/su mucheng) walking into some stadium wearing casual uniforms. they are piss ugly

(the uniforms, that is. also ee minus mucheng, but who’s counting?)

happy coming from the opposite direction, also in casuals

and they pass each other! dramatically!

probably!yx taking a glory badge out of a box. can’t make out the details, but it says ‘1’ at the bottom, so these are probably the drama replacement for championship rings

tang rou focus shot! also, if that’s her line in the vo, I am *very* pleased

“turn all of the ‘can’t be done’s into ‘can do’”

yu wenzhou shot in casual uniform

ye xiu on The Motorcyle (pfft)

chen guo prepping for a celebration at Happy! she is Very Excited about that champagne tower. not sure who the two messing around with balloons in the bg are

tang rou in a cab looking upwards –

-to su mucheng, walking inside a stadium while wearing ee competition uniform

huang shaotian smiling at yu wenzhou while the rest of br preps. also, the blue rain competition uniform is an Abomination, which you will not appreciate until seen face on

ye xiu, whispering ominously ‘this is the last match’ as happy leans in around him

wei chen and… steamed bun? who is making a weird face, thumbs up

‘good luck’ whispers wang jiexi

and steamed bun *grabs* the challenger’s league cup, lifting it to wild cheers

chen guo and the crowd are ecstatic

partayyyyyyy

‘I will NOT give up’ says han wenqing, man who nobody, ever, has thought would give up

han wenqing and huang shaotian fistbump as tyranny and blue rain walk down a hallway, both dressed in their competition uniforms. zhang xinjie is confused. yu wenzhou is smilingly tolerant of the fact that hst is fistbumping right across his chest (huang shao is going to DIE, later)

okay so,

uniforms

tyranny’s looks fine! maybe the best competition uniform in the alliance (the bar is not high)

they’ve got a pretty normal chevron pattern across the front, some stripes. about the only problems are that the pants are a *little* too tight, and that some tyranny members are absolute maniacs who zip their jackets up all the way so it looks like they’re wearing the worlds weirdest collared shirt

blue rain …

so the closure is not that bad! pretty unconventional, an asymmetric zip with two fasteners across the top and some kinda … shawl collar? idk. I actually like it

but the pattern … i feel like someone said to the costume department, ‘you know, all of these uniforms have too many straight lines in their designs. we should add some curved lines. give the curves to blue rain! they’ve got no girls, so it’s the only way they’ll get any!’ and then they doubled down by adding raised piping for emphasis

that, and the way that uniform material looks like some kinda spandex-velour mix … it reminds me of the star trek:the next generation uniform! also, the casual uniform does the same curved line thing except in the opposite direction, and as a cutout, so its even worse

chen guo cheering in crowd

maybe a projection screen? tyranny and ee logos up on the wall

and happy logo SLAMS shut

ye xiu with his hoodie looking sad and pathetic in the snow up at happy

happy in competition uniforms coming downstairs (chen guo, so challenger’s league)

also damn, happy internet café is *swanky*

I mean, my eyes would hurt from the glare after a while, but it’d be pretty

EXCELLENT ERA

trophies. looks like seasons 1,2,3 going down to the left

sun xiang at the whiteboard lecturing ee. he is the only one not wearing the casual uniform. where is your piss ugly uniform, xiang xiang? this is a team endeavor, you’re not allowed to not wear it. it builds morale

BLUE RAIN

yu wenzou smiles

huang shaotian … fake guitars? with … something that’s been bundled up

TINY HERB

i guess this is why they redesigned the logo, so it would match the aesthetic and could be slammed shut like this, but i still don’t like it

honestly, tiny herb training room aesthetic is incredibly beautiful and soothing

but still way too much white, what the hell ppl, don’t you know about eyestrain?

‘today we’re training how to put our headsets on, synchonizedly’ sponsored by hp

also apparently that *was* the tiny herb competition uniform earlier, since this is the casual one. hmm. a bit too olive drab. tyranny’s still winning

signature wang jiexi EYES shot

TYRANNY

tyranny training room looks a lot less like a supervillain lair when brightly lit! go figure

now it looks like an overexposed supervillain lair *set*. progress!

captain han is ANGRY

hands clasp in front of happy members in the bg. tang rou is def not paying attention

is ye xiu wearing a mask AND a hat??? dude, chill

happy walking into crowd of fans&paps … somewhere. why is steamed bun kneeling next to the door? :it is a mystery:

group cheer! no ladies

group … orange juice! with su mucheng! damn, qiao yifan’s tall.

confetti in the stadium, and reporters charge forward

judging by teams and signs, this is all stars, so reaction to ye xiu’s dragon raising its head?

‘beautiful!’ ejaculated ye xiu

key and mouse action ~~

and the crowdteam happy goes wild!

team fist pump! someone has put their phone on their chair. I hope they don’t sit on it

ye xiu putting on headset in happy internet café. cant tell if this is hobo!hoodie or hoodie no.3

ye xiu :eyes:

key press. wtf program starts up with ‘s’

cgi is cgi

everything looks super gloomy and overcast ~ i hope they do more varied environments

and we see lord grim! they’ve gone for a really…tarnished metal? look for the MMU

like, I would not mistake it for an umbrella.

yang yang face

THE KINGS AVATAR

Okay, so if you were looking for anything of actual substance in this, looks like they’re doing ch.1 - 1052 at least, probably 1-1060, so the end of the challenger league arc.

#tka #qzgs #quan zhi gao shou #tka live action

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pantodinamos-blog · 6 years

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Dear past me,

I am certain that you are unable to read this, but regardless, there’s a few things I would like to take off my chest.

First and foremost, I am sorry. I am sorry that I am not as strong as you were. Age is not an excuse. A lot of things happened but you’ll eventually find out. There is no meaning in telling you, since it will not prevent anything. But I wanted to apologize just in case. Because, if I am writing this, it means that my time has come.

You are going to accomplish your goals with hard work and become someone that will inspire generations to come. You will become the pillar that you have dreamed of, and manifest yourself as a trademark of assurance. You will become an incredible Hero— the greatest ever! You will become almighty; All Might. A Hero with a fearless smile, and will never be dauntless by the evil. Almost like a superhero persona, right? You– and me, of course– always loved superheroes from comic books!

But please, do not let fame glory cloud your mind. Always remain humble and appreciative like you’ve always been. Humility is necessary.

You will also face situations that reminisce despair, but always remember– as master Nana Shimura would say, always keep smiling. Those who have a smile on their faces, are the strongest, after all. You are strong, and you will endure it. Life is not easy. Actions come with consequences, and you will learn that throughout your experiences.

You will meet new people, and you will lose some of them. Make sure to treat them like you’ve always treated people. You were always kind, after all.

Moreover, your life is going to turn upside down, at some point that will leave you in a very desperate situation. That is when you are going to meet someone that will change your life, and make you an even better person. You will understand in the future. And trust me, this person is going to be the greatest gift in your life.

… I wish. . that there was a way to prevent all of this. But sadly, everything comes to an end. Do I have any regrets? Absolutely. I have many regrets and things that I wish I could have made different… . I wish it was me that ended All for One’s existence, once and for all, so that my successor wouldn’t have to face him.

— Oh yes, you have a successor!! The person that appeared in your life, that I mentioned above? Exactly. You’ll find out yourself! Which concludes to another regret of mine; being unable to watch him become the greatest Hero that he dreamed of. That boy is a big resemblance to me– and you. You will find out once you meet him. Trust me, this kid is full of surprises.

All in all, you had a life full of numerous experiences, and lived up to your goals.

And now, it’s time for me to lay off the boots and costumes.

#❛ █ RESPONSES; IN CHARACTER. ❜#sinshckled #not sure how to tag this but FML THIS WAS SO SAD TO WRITE FDGJHDFKGH

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mscurveball · 6 years

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On the subject of dick pics

This is your friendly reminder than if you send unsolicited dick pics, you will be blocked.

I have had numerous conversations with friends about dick pics and their general attractiveness over the years, and I often find myself in the minority as I actually deeply appreciate them, though apparently only in particular circumstances. The way that I see it, what dictates (for me) whether any picture of genitals, really, elicits a positive response is the combination of source (who sends it: lover or stranger) and direction (is it send out into the void of anonymity or targeting me specifically).

First of all, I will adore pretty much anything a person I know sends me. Is it a book (not boob, though that works too)? Omg best day ever! A dog? Get outta here, you’re amazing! 12 bunnies? That just made my day! A penis? Awww that’s the sweetest! There may be degrees of enthusiasm, from appreciation of a beautifully composed photo to a butterflied-filled blushiness of swooning, but bottom line is that if I know you, something you saw made you think of me and you’ve shared that moment with me - I’m a happy girl. If we’ve seen each other naked (in person, obviously) and you’re sending me more nude glory, I will be a happy puddle at your feet.

And on that note, if I know you and I come across a nude picture of you that you have generously sent for all mere mortals to see? I will glorify it and want a monument for any picture that you’re sending into the void because I feel that everyone needs to appreciate your gorgeousness and worship at your altar, so as far as I’m concerned you’re giving a gift to humanity.

Now, what about pictures from people whom I don’t know personally?

When I come across the incredible photos of beautiful and talented people who post online, I am in awe. The capacity for greatness is mind-blowing, and I appreciate the genius that comes up with the composition and execution of the photos as well as the models who make a feeling become reality (and don’t even get me started on self-shooters, you are nothing short of magical!). I LOVE selfies, these little peeks into both intimacy and storytelling make my knees weak. So, back to dick pics - if they are that well put together (or at least have a costume - I’m looking at you, @thingsmydickdoes), and sent out into the anonymous void, I will at the very least appreciate them for their raw honesty, or adore them when they’re just THAT good (we’re all swooning over @briansdick and you know it).

And this finally brings me to the black sheep of the genital pictures family, and I do not mean that in the exciting pirate kind of way. Let’s be absolutely clear, when an anonymous stranger sends you a super bland close up of their aggressively erect penis with, perhaps, a black and white filter or a messy don’t-give-a-shit background, it NEVER elicits a positive response. I will not all of a sudden lose every coherent thought and travel to wherever you are to just gaze at your manhood or fuck you as if my life depended on it - trust me, my vibrators inspire infinitely more enthusiasm. Being hit (figuratively) with an extreme close up of a stranger’s dong that is directed specifically at you is NOT exciting or cute, nine times out of ten. And I am being way too forgiving, and, trust me, that elusive one out of ten magical anonymous dick pic is not yours.

So please stop. Let’s enjoy the glorious pictures out in the open and not try to sneak them into a stranger’s inbox. If you want to share your fabulous penis with the world, feel free to post it on your blog and send it out into the ether. But instead of a dick pic, I’ll take some dog pictures as a first message, thank you very much.

#clearly this has been on my mind for a while #in case you didn’t know #come on now

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 6 years

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2018 Megaman Valentine’s Day Contest Results Thread!

Thank you all for your patience this year! I know this is a little later after the holiday than I would like, but one day is simply not enough to contain all this love! Once again, it’s always wonderful to have an assortment of both familiar faces participating, as well as many newcomers.

As always, this will be a rather massive thread, so bear with me. Most of it will be hidden after the break, so please do take a peek at all these wonderful entries!

Due to the size and sheer quantity of comic entries, there are plenty of images to view. For that reason, I’m sticking to thumbnails for now. Please click to view the entry in it’s full glory!

Also, my thanks to @jaybird-c for the help with judging this year. I’ll have some of his commentary with my own below.

The three raffle prize winners will be noted by their alias, as well.

For your reminder, there were two categories, broken down into Humor and Talent. There were 6 total Humor entries, and 14 Talent entries. So, to start off, we’ll begin with the category with the least entrants, and to fit with my tie-in promo art.

*EDIT* OK, now I think everything is good. So long thumbnails, to keep this shorter.

Once again, for an easy link to all the images in a single gallery, please go here: https://imgbox.com/g/uAbXkTDaot

Otherwise, I’ve tested it again on both mobile and desktop, and everything should link to a full image. It still does on my end.

*/EDIT*

For Humor, this year’s theme was “Beauty and the Beastman.EXE.” The goal was to illustrate a mismatched Megaman couple, one in a monsterous, beastly form, with another more beautiful character that falls for them. Any allusions to the popular tale of Beauty and the Beast were welcome, but not a requirement.

Here are your top 3, followed by the remaining entries in alphabetical order by alias:

1.) @prar-draws: (*Prar wins $100 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Prar's comic has the absolute best execution of a joke, increasing the tension until the last panel when it masterfully throws the audience for a loop. Prar's style complements the story very well by making each individual moment easy to digest, and the last panel also just happens to be really funny to look at on its own. Just thinking about it makes me crack up.

Miyabi wrote: While this piece really contains more tension and drama until the final panel, I agree that the build is what helps bring the big laugh at the end. You can also see the temperature rising for Ciel, as her cheeks get redder and redder as the panels move along. I felt it tied in to the Beauty and the Beast storyline nicely, and your chosen characters fit well to pull off the connection. Very cute, and well constructed comic!

2.) @amiable-apparition: (*a-a wins $50 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: I don't remember this scene from the Star Force anime. Must've been cut from the final release. Clever use of trickery regarding who the real "monster" is; poor Damian appears to have misjudged the situation something fierce. Good idea and use of twist.

Miyabi wrote: I guess Sam was the one who was ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ after all! I too enjoyed the spin at the end, it was a funny deviation on how her character was portrayed in the anime. Subject choice was strong here too, connecting the theme with a couple characters who fit well with the concept. Nice work with the variety of panels you created to set things up.

3.) @frankenchio: (*frankenchio wins $25 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Ah, the Princess and the Toad Man. Frankenchio's piece is a clever little reference to the classic fable, but most of the humor is in how Roll apparently didn't know what kind of prince was on the other end of that frog. Clever, pretty to look at.

Miyabi wrote: I like that you thought outside of the box with the theme, and used a totally different classic tale, but still connected it very well. Ice Man sure lucked out this time, after whoever cursed him into Toad form. While a simple few panels, your style is just adorable. Those jewels on the crown look really detailed!

Close, but not quite ~

Dark Dullahan:

Jaybird wrote: Dark Dullahan has the idea of recreating an actual Disney scene with Iris and (Zoanoroid?) Zero, which is very sweet. It took me a few repeat looks to digest what was going on here but it's amusing to see Zero protecting his wounds from the fierce and terrible Iris. Because she's obviously the worst thing that can happen to him. Cute, amusing scene.

Miyabi wrote: Sorry, I don’t know why this upload defaults to a side view, when I don’t even have it at that orientation. It automatically glitches that way, no matter how I upload it. :/ Anyhow, a clever spin using the EXE versions of Zero and Iris, living in a world where only reploids...no wait, they don’t exist here. This Beastly ZoanoZero will open up to her over time, I’m sure. But first, he needs to heal up. Again, good use of parodying the scene.

@drewblossom:

Jaybird wrote: The sheer concept of Rock-Belle made me wonder if they were going to throw in an FMA reference somewhere, but Drew's picture doesn't need it. They make good use of the Disney-classic-gone-wrong idea -- Oil Man and Time Man as Lumiere and Cogsworth are nearly inspired --though I think they didn't quite go far enough and should have rounded out the piece with a more feminine version of the suit; Rock-Belle changing into Mega *Man* raises questions about whether the main character's an actual girl or just a cross-dresser, which distracts from the joke.

Miyabi wrote: I guess Rock is both the beauty and the beast, for totally destroying those poor innocent talking inanimate object bots! While I had a good laugh at the quick-change blast, the character reactions, and the overall parody of the classic scene, sadly I did feel it just didn’t quite have the couple contrast/Valentine’s theme as well as others.

@erekisaiko: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* Captain N Height Chart)

Jaybird wrote: I feel like I'm missing a reference to something else. As amusing as the concept of JunkMan's and Meddy's unsanitary hospital sounds, the picture doesn't present us with enough information to make sense of what actually happened (i.e. why was JunkMan wearing a cardboard Falzer costume in the first place?), and [=ClockMan's=] joke lacks the punch it ought to have because the punchline has no set up. (Unless of course this is all just an incredibly obvious reference to something I've never been exposed to that would fill in all the missing context). Amusing concept in punchline, it's fun to think about how this situation could've arisen.

Miyabi wrote: Meddy’s not oblivious, she just has a big heart ready to heal any messy, junky slob! Cute and different idea having more of a ‘fake’ beast, although I think Junk still would count as a beastly character on his own, in some respects. Very well-drawn, and appreciate all the detail you put into your internet background.

For the talent category, the theme was “If You Like It, You Should Put a Ring Boomerang On It.” This category was all about proposal scenes. And I am shocked there was not a single Jewel Man! XD

Here are your top 3, followed by the remaining entries in alphabetical order by alias:

1.) @wintesm: (*wint wins $100 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Jeez. Unrelenting Style. Your children's book painting is incredible as ever; your figures, your colors, your atmosphere, just about everything. I ran into a problem with your composition, though; the stark black page divider clashes with the predominantly horizontal-mirror structure and makes it hard to wrap your head around the story as its meant to be told. It was less of a problem once I trained myself to ignore it, and you use the divider very effectively in the second-to-last section, but it still made it harder to enjoy the work. Masterful technique, colors, perspective, expression.

Miyabi wrote: With your subjects, I felt this composition was a very clever way to tell the story, and kinda mirror their separate, but similar tales side-by side. As mentioned, you have such a fitting children’s storybook style, from colors to shapes, that shines once again! It’s a cute tale for such evil characters!

2.) @peach35: (*peach wins $50 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Peach deserves a lot of credit for her mastery of figure-drawing and perspective. That's something a lot of people struggle with, and accomplishment in these matters should be recognized. Another good choice of simple background to highlight the main moment, and awesome use of colors and lighting to suggest 3D -- I'm far more fascinated by Gate's nose than I should be. Incredible faces, hands, colors, and general shading.

Miyabi wrote: The sense of confused shock on Alia’s face is a different reaction that most, as it’s apparent Gate is slipping that ring on in total surprise. Clean lines and soft lighting helped this piece stand out.

3.) @tianura: (*tianura wins $25 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Tianura's style is difficult to read; the line quality can be inconsistent from panel to panel, some attempts to convey 3D positioning could use polish, and the panels never stray very far from simple torso and head shots. That said, the expressions are exceptionally clear (again, look to the eyes) and convey lots of emotion, and the page-by-page composition is very good. Very expressive faces, judicious use of colors for effect.

Miyabi wrote: I thought this was a creative parallel for life-long partners in using Netto and Enzan. You did a nice job keeping Netto’s goofy charm intact, with quite a few humorous lines. The ending was totally fitting for him, older or not. XD While I’m sure you would have liked to color the whole thing, I liked the differing use of screentone shading. And the watercolor look of the color pieces did give it some storybook charm as well.

Close, but not quite ~

@borockman:

Jaybird wrote: It's such a shame this isn't a humor category, because this deserves major points for funny (the Nana-Sigma romance anime that the fandom doesn't want, but nonetheless deserves). The linework itself is pretty good. Expressive, good use of background for mood. Also, Sigma, the ring goes on the ring finger.

Miyabi wrote: It’s a dream. It’s always a dream! Siggy puts the ring on her pinky because Nana’s his ‘lil pinky-poo... ;p With the tears running down her face, I really did like the emotional feel of the moment.

@digitallyfanged:

Jaybird wrote: In terms of sheer atmosphere, this is one of the best pieces. It looks like a still from some fairy tale picture-book. The forest scenery, the background, the flower-swing, the misting breath, the quality of the outfits and the details on the dress and sword all make this exquisite. Unfortunately the characters aren't quite as expressive as they ought to be -- this is very clearly a fairy-tale love scene of some kind, but what kind? Laika is clearly being emotional towards the princess, but what is he saying? "Who are you"? "You're beautiful"? "I love you"? "Be mine forever"? It's gorgeous, but it's a little too vague to tell whether it's on topic or not.

Miyabi wrote: Gorgeous scene that felt a bit like another Disney-ish tale, moreso of the Frozen variety. They may just be easy-to-use Clip Studio effects, but I really thought it was quite creative how you pulled off the swing design. The watercolor forest background is beautiful, as is Pride’s snow princess outfit. Pretty, pretty picture!

@drewblossom:

Jaybird wrote: I'm glad I saw Drew's title, because it took me a minute to figure out exactly what was going on -- for a moment I thought Geminiman was trying to propose to himself with that (fittingly) gaudy diamond. The linework is pretty good, and I like the lighting effects on Gemini's crystals and the translucence of his chest plate. I'll give them points for an ambitious concept, but the best mirror art looks at a scene from two different directions, and Gemini's reflection is simply a reverse of the main view. Good colors and lighting, elegantly simple background that does a good job of highlighting the main action.

Miyabi wrote: No better way to practice a proposal than to recite it in front of your self. Of course, if he is proposing to his clone, then I think with his nonchalant actions, he’s got this down already. XD Clever, and unique!

@hyperbole1729:

Jaybird wrote: This piece is another mix. It has some very nice things -- the colors are spot on, the composition is very nice (you take cues from the 18th century Romantic movement by having the whole world revolve around the subject), you clearly pay attention to character details, and your field of flowers is great.

Miyabi wrote: Another set of net-battling partners who seem like a great choice for being together forever. The background is a fitting place for Sal to do it, because I don’t quite see Miyu being the one to speak up and propose. That might be more of a frightening proposition. LOL Cute, traditional scene.

@iris-sempi:

Jaybird wrote: Iris-sempi's got style. The colors are interesting, the subject is clear, the linework pops out because it's -also- part of the colors, the cartoony elements fit in very nicely, and the presentation as a literature/manga cover is well-done. The technique is some of the best I've seen. That said, I have to ask, if you were going to go through all the trouble of creating such a cool cover, I think it's only fair to point out the title is blocked by the artwork, which defeats the purpose, especially on something's Volume 1.

Miyabi wrote: Just to clarify for everyone, the Japanese characters for this piece say "Let's Get Married" and "Sea Salt Honey." I thought it was a really clever mag cover format, where the characters really pop out against the pink background. With the waves, it really does feel like Splashy leapt out of the ocean to smack some salty sugar on Honey/Vesper Woman. Her vibrating antennae give some nice movement and comedic effect, too. Love it, but felt it just didn’t quite have the proposal feel as strongly as others.

@jb-artist: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* - Megaman 8 cel)

Jaybird wrote: JB's picture is very cute, and we don't have much actual oekaki here, so props. While you deserve even more props for how direct you are to get to the point, it's difficult to judge how we're supposed to interpret this -- is Alouette precociously misunderstanding the nature of a marriage proposal or is it an actual proposal to her older sister figure? The perspective rocks, the colors and lighting are good, and there are lots of little details that portray lots of love for the Zero series.

Miyabi wrote: Zero’s such the silent, brooding type, that he sends Alouette to do the proposal for him. I’m just not sure if that will help or hurt his rank in this stage! XD It is honestly really cute, especially when you see her doodles on the resistance base’s wall. I think that makes the piece more than anything, and was a clever callback to the game. I like how you set up the scene with the background, and those are some really nice mountains back there, too.

@lightlabs:

Jaybird wrote: Now this is pretty. Great composition to direct us through the piece (-nice touch- on giving the ring some bling) and rocking use of paint swatches for style. The art does a great job of directing us into the center, and the warm colors in the center do a lot to convey mood. Zero, you smug jerk, stop showing the rest of us poor schlubs up.

Miyabi wrote: Yes, this is happening. There is a reason for me to go on. What...what am I using this line foooorr? The warm colors and sparkles give it a unique glow, for what seems to be a night scene. The brush strokes give it a neat paint brush look, for your coloring, too. Nice work conveying their emotions with their expressions as well.

@pandapanic0:

Jaybird wrote: In terms of actual skill, the coloring is good and clear, the piece is composed well, the lighting effects are fairly elegant. If it were the actual humor category, the Ring Man's appropriately outlandish bid and Mega Man's exceptionally feminine reaction would gain the piece lots of laugh-out-loud points.

Miyabi wrote: Thank you for taking the title of this category literally and going for the humorous visual of a giant ring Ring Boomerang! Even if he says no, once he tries to get rid of that ring, it’ll just come right back. XD Rock’s blushing expression is cute. Nice crisp coloring and bold lines.

@shikai-the-storyteller: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* - Archie Worlds Unite Page)

Jaybird wrote: On a panel-by-panel basis, the art is very good: crisp lines; good color and lighting; good technique with hands and faces; great use of background and expression to convey mood -- you got more mileage out of your backgrounds than probably anyone else here.

Miyabi wrote: Another nice job of mixing humor into your piece, while still keeping it a tender, sweet moment. Nice way of showing that things don’t always go as planned for a proposal, but sometimes it’s the thought and effort that counts. As always, your lines, colors and penmanship are smooth and flawless.

Superbasket5:

Jaybird wrote: Aww. If I've got this right, it looks like X is so nervous about giving Alia a valentine that he doesn't realize Berkana is giving Alia encouragement as well. I think. I have to wonder what Marty is doing here -- research tells me she has a crush on X, which seems like it would get in the way, and if that's the case, this impending trainwreck will be something worth watching. That said, the piece is still in its rough stages, especially your setting and perspective; I can't really tell where the characters are (outside at a park?), and Alia's hip is in front of X's arm.

Miyabi wrote: Alia has her support group, but I don’t know if she’s going to be able to pop the question to X with a crowd around her, either. XD Cute expressions, showing her nerves, while X is probably not quite expecting what’s hiding behind her back. I kinda wish we would get that visual of what she’s hiding as a cutaway, much like how you gave X a thought bubble for what’s going on in his head.

@yugiohlesbian:

Jaybird wrote: Good job! I'd like to compliment you on how versatile your figures are and how you use that to make them very expressive; your use of perspective and individual panel compositions are both very versatile. While there isn't any color, the nighttime scenes do a good job with the lighting. Your style is pleasantly simple, but sometimes the panels seem to be oversimplified; more developed backgrounds would be welcome in several places.

Miyabi wrote: Totally different subject, but Zero, none of us understand taxes, either. I like how you illustrated the struggle of a reploid trying to understand human logic and traditions, and yet in the end, it still being something Zero didn’t truly need to grasp in that logical sense. While I know you wish you would have had more time to continue perfecting these panels, I agree that the night scenes stand out and give a good contrast between Zero’s computer research scenes.

Thanks once again to all who participated! I will be contacting the winners soon enough. Work will probably keep me from replying to everyone immediately, but if you don’t hear from me today, I will send a message about prizes hopefully within the next day.

For those awaiting the secret contest results...sorry, for another slight delay. Between finishing my promo art for this thread, and typing this, it took up too much time and I’ve gotta head to work. I will have those posted overnight, into Sunday morning, as it won’t be quite as intensive to write up. My apologies, but I hope you can all hang on for another 20 hours or less. ^^;

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2018 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest #Too many tags to list

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