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A lot of times, Yeah. Not everything is inherently bad about them, but u learn real fast where u stand. A lot of folks swim with the fishes, jump off the bridge together into wtf insanity eejit land. Then, some of us go do our own things. Often, we’re the hated ones. The bridge jumpers will try to run after u n set fire to u because u do something that triggers them. Often, u don’t even know what ACTUALLY triggered them, n sometimes u didn’t voluntarily do something.

Honestly, there r a lot of ppl here that have great art talent, but draw some really wtf shite. Supper cringe. I was nice. I didn’t go up to their blogs n pick fights saying wtf r u doing? wtf is in ur mind? They even would ask stuff on the confessions blog (sometimes nsfw). A few of the folks didn’t like that I censored a word or two. No fights tho, until one day I got random message to the main blog (this one) filled with insults because I don’t support spammers. No one gave me a chance to explain meself. Everything was being taken out of context. They stalked me for stuff, used an image or two without permission to harass me. It just kept getting worse n worse.

N yet, I have friends here, and on discord who are wonderful people. We have great conversations. I can b friends with all ages, n I’m perfectly appropriate. I have a few minors in me discord who I protected when they harassed. I was harassed before because I protected them.

Some of the well known blogs here are supporting ppl who befriended actual paedophiles. Some of these blogs have extremely disturbing content on their blogs. I’ve had ppl who block me, or slandered me n then blocked me so I couldn’t have a rebuttal just because of lies they believe. It’s insane. They claim ‘oh she’s older and sexualises a kids show so she’s a paedo. - they’re doing the same thing they accuse me of. The only differences are that they’re younger, and dont care what bullshit they support, as long as they think it makes them look good. Newsflash - it doesn’t.

I’m not the least bit interested in people inappropriately. The one claimed I was inappropriate at museums and fan events because I joked about stuff with trains. I’ve never been kicked out of anything. This same person was at the unlikely fandom thing with me, met me in person. She knows full well I didn’t do anything wrong, but is making up shite to satisfy something. I’m not even sure what the exact motive is tbh.

We had stupid ppl in fandoms before, but eventually they’d go away. They’d b all know it alls n they’d go away. This is new. This is terrifying. Some folks I know actually witness the real disturbing stuff in other discords n report it to me. I’m glad that as toxic as the Thomas fandom is as a whole, there are still some good bits. That’s what I enjoy. Nice conversations, we can joke about stuff. That’s it. I dunnae if ppl r secretly hoping id want to do more inappropriate stuff, n thats why they r trying to egg me on or silence me ? I hope not. The very idea sickens me. I know they perceive me as a threat, not because I really am one, but because something about me strikes a nerve deep down. N they don’t want to confront that truth. This is what seems to drive a lot of drama in the fandom, n not only for me.

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"You are on a path in the woods."

"And at the end of that path is a cabin."

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Requesting a tfp scenario where team prime finds reader and Ultra Magnus being affectionate in public for the first time. They're sitting down, cuddled up together when she shows him a drawing on a datapad she's working on. Upon realizing they're being watched she just looks up and asks if they need something.

The reader arrived with him and appears more laidback, but the Wreckers considered her Magnus's unofficial SIC because she was often in the background, quietly making sure that orders were carried out. She's called Magnus her partner occasionally when he wasn't around, but the team wasn't sure if she meant it romantically or not because her tone's hard to read.

The pair never meant to hide it or anything, they're just very chill about their relationship and kind of forgot to tell them.

Sorry it took a bit to make another post. I have been so tired from work and full-time college at the same time. Please understand that if your request takes a bit longer than you hoped, I promise it will most likely come your way. I rarely deny requests (especially if the requestion is not super specific, which means I have an open freedom of creativity to put more into the fic.) This request was perfect and honestly super cute, I had to write about it.

Ultra Magnus x Cybertronian Reader

Summary - Everyone at the Autobot base reacts to you and Magnus being conjunx.

Warning - Public Affection

Both of you were having the time of your lives. Going on missions together, talking alone and not having Wheeljack interrupt y'all. It the was of the best weeks you guys have had in a while. Ultra Magnus and you have been dating since before the war and you guess it just has never been said to the others how in love you two were. Sometimes you hear people saying things about how "Ultra Magnus is single for a reason" and it makes you giggle from what they don't know. You kiss him every morning, and he gets flustered every time. He cherishes you and thinks about you every waking moment he has. He praises primus for keeping you alive all this time, knowing how low of a chance it was for any of his friends to survive. He thanks everyday for you being able to sleep with him in his birth room and not be injured in Medbay.

Ultra Magnus was doing some paperwork in base, ready to go back into Medbay to hand it over to Ratchet. He has thought about where he was now and honestly, he doesn't mind it too much. Earth has been so pretty yet delicate, making him motivated to help Optimus during every Decepticon attack. The humans are a bit weird and chaotic, but some seem to have a mature personality, no matter how young they seem to be for Cybertronians. The oldest he has met was Fowler, and even his age would be newborn age for Ultra Magnus. He is surprised these things can die so early, yet that doesn't give them the right to leave them unprotected. Their world is in danger, and they need to help these fleshlings from going extinct. You, his conjunx, think the very same. Having become friends with most of the humans in the base has helped you grow more empathetic towards them. You persuaded Magnus to care more than he did the first time he landed on the planet and he doesn't regret one bit listening to you.

You see him in the hallway and before he goes to grab Ratchet, you grab his chassis and shove him against the wall. "Where do you think your going?" You giggle with evil intent as you lay your head on his chest. Magnus's frame gets a bit hotter as his cheeks flare up. You do this a lot when y'all are alone, and goodness does he want you to do it privately. Now a days he does not mind it, knowing you both have been conjunx for over four million years. He pets you on the helm and try to keep his posture while being pinned against the wall. "W-well, I was going to give my work to Ratchet…until I got rudely interrupted." You give him a smile and kiss him on the cheek. "Well after you do that why don't we have lunch? Me and Optimus just came back with enough energon for everyone. We should be ok for another week."

…

Ultra Magnus was sitting down in the main room of the base, a drink in his hand, waiting for you to come back after taking a small bath in the lake. It was gross knowing that everyone couldn't have clean cybertronian showers, but it had to do. You dry yourself and walk over to see him waiting for you. The smirk you gave him, throwing your leg around to sit on his lap. His face was fully flushed as he hesitantly places his servo on your leg to rest. You lean yourself on his chassis again and was ready to take a nap. The warmth he brought to your frame was the best thing today. Everything was just so nice, not wanting to remember the war that you both have went through for the past 4 million years.

Holding him tightly was the only thing you can think of doing, until you hear a small gasp. "What?" You turn to see Miko wide eyeing you both. Ultra Magnus was shocked to see her and realized she was now just a ticking time bomb now to tell everyone. You smile at her and lift your head up just a bit. "Good evening child, what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be in school?" Miko ignored everything you said and looked behind herself than back at you. "You're dating?!" Ultra was about to speak up about how inappropriate that question was, but you just nod in agreement. "Yes, Magnus is what I call my conjunx. We have bonded together to love each other for the rest of our lives." You didn't know humans had this kind of stuff so you try to explain it as best as you could to a teenager like her. You have been told multiple times that she was one of the more immature ones of the group. Speaking of, she has seemed to run off squealing for Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Even they didn't know about it and rushed over to see y'all snuggling. Wheeljack was dying of laughter and Bulkhead scratched his helm in confusion. "I don't get it. Magnus is one of the most closed off mechs I have met in my life. How did you get him to see you, y/n?" The question was reasonable to Bulkhead and the others, knowing Magnus as a strict no it all. For you, the question was funny from start to finish, knowing that you grabbed his attention with ease from how good you preform on missions.

Miko ran to go tell more and Ratchet seemed surprised at first, knowing conjunx was a very rare thing in Cybertronians and especially when the war has lasted this long. Optimus just congratulated his general for the loving relationship he had with you. Arcee could not freaking believe it like the kids, and Bumblebee was just as happy as a b-…a bee. Magnus didn't care too much that it came out, he just hated that Miko was the one out of the whole group to figure it out. You were open to answer any of their questions about how you met, what it was like at first, and how you both worked it out when the war began. It was a nice refresher to remember the old times anyway, you liked to think about those times when you both were so young. Magnus the whole time was quiet, only saying a few facts that you left out here and there. Everyone's attention was grabbed onto you, so they don't see him wrapping his arm around your waist. Magnus really just wanted alone time with you, which you motion to him that you promise to cuddle with him tonight…but right now your friends has many important questions to help understand the love that was just acknowledged in the room.

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Dumbledore & the Rejected Drink

So there's this little character quirk Dumbledore has. He really likes offering, and asking for drinks. It's his go-to social ice-breaker. BUT there's also a motif of that drink... not happening. And it's not a children's literature thing, there are plenty of scenes of the Order drinking, Harry, Ron and Hermione drinking, Hagrid, Slughorn, Narcissa, the Fat Lady all drinking. Mundungus, Trelawney, and Winky drink *too much.* It's just a Dumbledore thing! No one wants to drink with Dumbledore!

In Book 4 he invites Barty Senior, Madame Maxime and Karkaroff to have "a nightcap" with him after the Goblet of Fire ceremony, they all turn him down. :(

When he goes to pick up Harry in Book 6, Dumbledore pours mead for all three Dursleys, which they obviously don't drink. (And the longer they don't drink the more insistent the glasses get, until they're bouncing on the Dursleys' heads.)

In the next scene, he asks Slughorn for a drink, which he does get... but Slughorn doesn't drink with him.

Slughorn will later plan to give Dumbledore a bottle of mead for Chirstmas, and then just... not do that. This is a huge plot point too. Like with the bouncing glasses at the Dursleys, the narrative is drawing attention to the fact that no one is drinking with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore mentions that if anyone sees him leaving the castle, they'll think he's "off into Hogsmeade for a drink (...) I sometimes offer Rosmerta my custom, or else visit the Hog’s Head... or I appear to." So again with this "thwarted drink" thing. He's not actually drinking at the Hog's Head. (We learn later that the Hog's Head belongs to Aberforth so that's like... he's not even drinking with his brother. who owns a bar.)

There's a bit in Book 3 which *might* count, where Dumbledore asks Hagrid for "a cup of tea. Or a large brandy.” And Hagrid agrees, but we don't see him actually drink with Dumbledore (and we don't know for sure that he's going to go with the alcohol.)

Dumbledore drinks with exactly two people in the entire series:

1. Harry

“Madam Rosmerta’s finest oak-matured mead,” said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped. He had never tasted anything like it before, but enjoyed it immensely.

2. Voldemort

“May I offer you a drink?” “That would be welcome,” said Voldemort. “I have come a long way.” Dumbledore stood and swept over to the cabinet where he now kept the Pensieve, but which then was full of bottles. Having handed Voldemort a goblet of wine and poured one for himself, he returned to the seat behind his desk. “So, Tom . . . to what do I owe the pleasure?” Voldemort did not answer at once, but merely sipped his wine. “They do not call me ‘Tom’ anymore,” he said. “These days, I am known as —” “I know what you are known as,” said Dumbledore, smiling pleasantly. “But to me, I’m afraid, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges’ youthful beginnings.” He raised his glass as though toasting Voldemort, whose face remained expressionless.

Then, the only other time Dumbledore and Voldemort actually meet face to face, we see this dynamic continued:

“There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort. “You are quite wrong,” said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks.

Like, I get it. Dumbledore is put on a pedestal by most people who know him (I'm also thinking of his comment about how people always give him books as gifts, when he really wants socks.) He's just a person, he's just a guy, but the vast majority of people in his life treat him as this all-knowing powerhouse and maybe... aren't that motivated to break that illusion by getting to know him on a personal level. No one is drinking with him (this symbol of connection and equality) even though he keeps offering.

So, it does make a lot of sense that Harry drinks with him in Book 6. Book 6 is where Dumbledore finally decides that he can tell Harry his secrets, and pass the torch onto him. In the French translation, this is where he and Harry start using informal pronouns with each other. He sees Harry as his equal.

But Voldemort.... like. The idea of him and Dumbledore drinking together is brought up twice. It's also interesting that at one point Dumbledore had a drinks cabinet in his office, but doesn't during the main series. Did Dumbledore have (or want) more of these 'equal footing' connections before the first Voldemort war? I wouldn't be surprised.

So we have Voldemort and Dumbledore: the two brilliant, powerful, goody-two-shoes students who won every award in the school, then opted for jobs they were aggressively overqualified for after they left, learned to read minds, spent Books 4, 5 and 6 battling it out through proxies. They're oddly similar people. And they treat each other as equals.

I'm not totally sure what I'm supposed to do with this info, to be honest. I guess, start shipping Dumblemort?

EDIT: Have been informed that this ship is called Riddledore, which does sound much less stupid.

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The last time I DMed for a group of people, I had just a bit of experience from many years prior, and most of them had no experience at all. But I'd built a whole world and loose story and was excited to share it with people, so I got this group together to give it a shot.

I made the mistake of having them start out as strangers, with a grand plan to bring them together as a group. You see, I was under the misapprehension that, having agreed to play this game, they were interested in the world and story I'd set up, and would therefore take the hooks I laid for them and find reasons to work together. Because I was a fool.

When they made their characters, I asked them to fill in some basic info for me, including someone important from their life (who was still living), their greatest goal in life, and what their character's main motivation would be to go on an adventure.

Half the players tried to treat the game like a single-player sandbox video game and got frustrated and accused me of railroading them when I asked them to please not run alone into the woods in the very first scene when the characters have all just met and been given a reason to work together. At the first sign of any kind of danger, one player would simply say "my character is a coward so he would run away" and refuse to take part in anything.

One player specified in my questionnaire that his character thought himself very wise (a devoutly religious monk, in fact), but was actually very foolish, and was the type to get drawn in by get-rich-quick schemes. So I prepared a hook to draw him into the plot involving an NPC trying to sell him on a get-rich-quick scheme... which he promptly refused to engage with because he'd decided that actually his character was too zen to be tempted with worldly possessions.

When I began to get exasperated, several of the players pointed out that a good DM like Brennan Lee Mulligan never seemed to have any trouble adapting to what players wanted to do. They were unreceptive to my counter points that 1) that is his entire job, which he is paid for, and 2) his players are skilled improvisers and all actively working together to tell the best story possible.

I feel I should note that at this time, all of us in this group were in our 30s. And not, say, 14-year-olds who you might expect this entitled attitude from.

After a few sessions of desperately trying to keep the characters in the game at all without totally railroading them, I asked everyone to please watch a couple specific episodes of Adventuring Academy with Brennan Lee Mulligan which were about how to be a good player so that everyone has the best possible experience. I had already told them that I was spending literally 8 hours per week planning these sessions and trying to find ways to keep things going and keep together a group of people who desperately wanted to be brooding loners, and I promised them bonus XP at the start of the next session if they would just watch one or two of these videos.

At the start of the next session, one player proudly announced that he hadn't watched the videos, and that he wouldn't, no matter how I tried to bribe him, because he didn't think that being a player in a tabletop roleplaying game should come with homework.

When reminded (again) that I was spending 8 fucking hours a week planning these sessions, for which I was not being compensated in any way, and which he was making harder, he shrugged and said that it was my idea to start this campaign, so it was up to me to keep it going, and keep the players interested enough to keep showing up.

I don't DM anymore.

D&D 5e supposedly has a GM shortage and idk maybe if the player culture of the game didn't treat GMing as a thankless job and the rules of the game as an issue to be fixed by the GM maybe things would be better. Ah well, who knows. Maybe a couple hundred more "we ruined the GM's campaign on purpose" memes will make people enjoy running the game better.

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RUFFLING THE WRONG FEATHERS / Yandere Phainon

Summary: Phainon, tired of your constant rejections, tries to provoke you into being more appreciative of his efforts… if that doesn’t go an unexpected direction.

cw: gender neutral reader, slightly manipulative Phainon but he hates himself for it, codependency, angst/comfort. word count: 1.9k

Phainon was late. Your body was trained to anticipate his return around the usual hour, by spreading your nerves with trepidation, in wait of what farce he’d put you through today.

It’s not that you were missing him or anything… it was the getaway from the regular routine that has worried you, with you having been made to not enjoy surprises from his side — in case he comes up with something you wouldn’t find exactly pleasant.

You walked in circles near the front door, occasionally peeking through the curtain of the window, until the door has finally opened and revealed your ‘lover.’

Your ears were ready to hear the familiar chirp and happiness of the voice’s owner’s return, but instead, you were met with unusual calmness. “I’m back. I hope you didn’t miss me too much,” he announced serenely, taking off his shoes without giving you much of a glance.

The lack of acknowledgement of his late return surprised you; however, the fact he sounded almost impassive was more shocking, Phainon-wise. If he had sounded tired (though even tired Phainon was a nice person), you would not think much of it. If Phainon were to be angry at you… well, he still wouldn’t sound indifferent.

In any case, he was late, wasn’t he? He’s been home usually earlier, and if one day he late, he still had admitted his fault. You couldn’t tell if you perhaps were wrong about how much you knew about him.

“Yeah… I’m glad to see you back,” you muttered like a petulant child, already annoyed at the hug and kiss that was surely coming. And when you were given the affection, something felt off about it. Phainon held you, but he let go absurdly for him quickly. He pecked your lips, but there was no plead to draw it out.

Confusion forced into you twice in a row, you were starting to get worried he was perhaps mad at you. Worry not in a traditional sense that you necessarily cared about his opinion; but worry as in if you’re in trouble. He hasn’t hurt you per se, yet even he had his own limits, right?

“Phainon,” you started, “Are you doing alright?” you mentally cursed yourself for the question coming out too soft, sounding as if you were actually worried. You were right as something yearning entered his eyes for a mere second; yet it was erased by previous expression as quickly.

“Whatever you mean, my love,” he patted your head, the gesture taken condescendingly by you when the dismissive answer hit you… in an unfamiliar to you way, at that, akin to a disappointment. You didn’t nor could you experience emotions like this, as if it’d imply you’re still somehow attached to him. Once you give Phainon an inch, a mile might be stolen; the thief starved of affection — willing, please — from you.

Suddenly, his approval became a new importance for you, motivated to bring back the Phainon-typical state. Unknown was bad. Known was bad too, but with known at least you knew what to expect, sailing through your relationship with him in less stressing waters if its dangers were familiar to you.

“Never mind. I’ve made dinner, so you better eat, as it’s already too cold,” you scolded, anticipating the given chuckle you’d receive any time you were bossy like this. Bossy meant caring, no matter the context to a man desperate.

Phainon further threw you into the deep waters, “Oh, but I’ve already eaten in the city.”

The words punched you in the stomach. It wasn’t the fact he’d wasted your time and effort you’ve spent cooking that provoked the amorphous anxiety. It was the implication of him eating with someone else, as you doubted he’d choose to eat outside alone if he could eat with you at home — domesticated, praising your cooking skills, pleading for another portion.

Your mouth parted, as an unfamiliar, unpleasant sensation gnawed at your chest. Jealousy, anger, hurt — Phainon somehow has managed to affect you this way, contradicting your so far prayers to let another person have him so he lets you go back to your free willed-engined life.

“If you were planning to meet with someone, you should have told me before leaving the house! You have the cheek to make me waste my afternoon cooking for you!” you accused, biting down tears shameful in your experience to have been built up, and you stomped away as if throwing a tantrum — not circumspect in restraining your own emotions that could be used against you anymore. Whether it fit the definition of the tantrum, the mind has formed his confession as a betrayal, heartbreaking one for the most maddening part.

To make all worse, Phainon didn’t stop you. The one you knew would have already apologized, profusely, and tried to console you. Sequence of thoughts rendered itself into bigger, unchewable paranoia — he’s been getting bored of you, having found someone much better, if he meets with them and doesn’t even take your feelings into consideration anymore.

Being freed of the burden of being the object of his affection should have made you feel relieved, blessed to be soon no longer to be stuck with an overprotective and clingy man; only for the juxtaposition of the heartbreak to come into the play. When has the point of you (subconsciously) craving his affection and attention began? You’ve long buried yourself into a yearn for that man, and now as if taken granted of him and what he’s been trying to give. Yes, you’ve been rejecting him for so long, always denying him when he’s trying to be affectionate and take care of you, and now you had to reap what you sow — him getting tired of you, exhausted by your coldness while he’s been feeding you with unconditional love. Your protests were no longer tenable.

When you locked yourself in your room, makeshift in your mind only as there has never been any lock to separate you both from the beginning, you could have only thrown yourself at bed to weep like a child.

Phainon was going to leave you- no, he was going to throw you out, and replace you with someone else to take your spot. You’ve hurt him, before it bit you back.

Wallowing in your own sadness took you a few good hours, each passage of hour amplifying the stress from the possibility. The scenario of him leaving truly terrified you, so you were rapidly finding yourself back on your feet as you exited the room in search of him. You had to fix things, grasp onto the last chance to beg for forgiveness.

You’ve found him in his study, looming over some documents you didn’t bother reading — instead, you grabbed onto him from behind and clung to him for a dear life. His body went rigid, taken aback by your sudden attack, and you spilled pleading into his ears. “Phainon, I’m very sorry, please don’t leave me!” The man’s body tensed up further at your words, before he had to turn around to face the sudden crisis.

He was perhaps startled as strongly as you were, “W-wait, what’s going on, my dear?” he quickly stood up to hold onto your face, looking at the face so distressed you’d soon be hyperventilating.

“I can tell you’re tired of me, tired of me being so ungrateful, I’m sorry I’ve realized it so late!” you exclaimed among your sobs.

His eyes widened impossibly, until the understanding filled them. He has been too careless with the conversation after coming home… which didn’t mean there wasn’t something exhilarating in your fear — his hope wasn’t fueled by sadism, only the desperate need for your reciprocal.

“No, listen,” he said gently, stroking your face. “I’m not leaving you. Why do you think that way?”

“You, you- you were late, and you had a dinner with someone else, and you were so cold with me today! You just shrugged me off, and then left me alone!”

The more complains you spilled, the more he realized how his plan has backfired; somewhat. He was meant to make you a tad bit jealous with his actions done today, so you appreciate him just a little more; and instead, he received an entire scared breakdown from your side — for better or worse. He’s realized the extent of your attachment to him that must have built up, involuntarily to you, to quite a big extent, only today. He’s either been a fool, too self-conscious, or you were that good at hiding your growing attachment.

The guilt was eating him for having put you through such a terrifying ordeal, inspiring a fear of abandonment in you or arising a ridiculous notion he’d ever leave you (an entire Chrysos Heirs’ formation would have to drag him away from you); likewise was it useful for him, if your frighten finally meant less hesitation in making his feelings mutual.

He was scared for you, not willing to end up breaking or hurting you, furthermore ashamed of himself for ever coming up with something so rotten even if the assumed impact was much smaller than actual one; however, once the damage was done, he had to play smart and taste the fruit of his labor — in safe amounts, curating only the morsels of it to give you that gentle shove into his arms. He’d never take such a risky gamble willingly, but now that you have provided him with that…

He could only feel sorry for the hurt he could make up for anyway, next to happy about the new beginning — the latter making him feel like a worst man alive, if he didn’t deem it as somewhat necessary. Phainon was now sure he’d never repeat such childish moves ever again; no matter if there’s some chance of success like this — he’ll take what he’s been given, and put it into motion smartly.

“My deepest apologies. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, only… I’ve been stressed out, needing some space. And for the meeting… I was merely accompanying Tribbie,” he said quietly, not derived of guilt especially when giving you a lie about the first matter, and brought you tight-knit against him.

The words worked its wonders as they implemented relief from the given to you scenario; still, you shook in his arms, scared like a small bird. That’s why Phainon gently rocked you in his arms, sitting back in his chair and pulling you onto his lap.

He brought you back to a more composed state with reassurance spilled into your ears, and comforting rubs on your back.

“So you’re not leaving me?” you had to ask once more, to close this scary chapter.

“Of course. I could never bring myself to leave a precious soulmate of mine. Hear that? A soulmate, not something to be swayed and taken away by the winds,” he spoke, a tone slightly shy in case you find the words too cliche or perhaps desperate.

To his delight, you became flustered yourself, and buried your face in his chest.

“Did I make you feel that joyful, huh?” he teased and kissed the top of your head, now swarms of conflicting feelings — wanting to be away from him, but much more scared about it and being stripped of his love.

That’s why Phainon was here to chase away any hesitation until it’s just the two of you.

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Let Me Take Care of You..

Vessel x GN! reader Summary: You’re going through it and your boyfriend Vessel takes care of you This is my first x reader, soo I hope this is a good one! Content warning: mental health, nudity, self harm mention Word count: 2.12k

You have been struggling for a while now, your motivation running thin until you have given up on your hobbies and appetite, the only motivation you have nowadays is to get up to go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. You began to shut everyone out around you, claiming you could handle it on your own, when in all reality, you rarely slept from the late night sobbing, and you forced yourself to hide the sharp objects in your apartment. It was starting to affect your confidence, you felt so unattractive that you even refused your partner Vessel from seeing you, let alone touching you, despite how much you craved his affection at a time like this..but you didn’t want him seeing you like this.

It was affecting him too. He began to worry the moment he sensed something was up and when you started avoiding his touch, poor thing thought he did something wrong..

He would try and show his love from afar at first; making sure you ate by sending you food with little love notes to reassure you that he still loved you despite what was going on inside your head.

It didn’t bother him at all, he had his own demons to..but after a while the loneliness began to eat him up inside, thus ending up at your door.

You were in bed, drowning out the silence with whatever was on late night TV. You weren’t even paying attention, you just needed to focus on something, anything to drown out the deafening silence and the stinging sensation on your arm. The knocking at your door brought you back to reality as you made your way to the door. You let out a small gasp when you saw Vessel standing there, attempting to shut the door.

But he was quicker..

Vessel wrapped you in a tight embrace, feeling your warmth, your presence..he buried his face into your neck, letting out a shaky hum as you slowly wrapped your arms around him. You could have bawled right there on the spot, you missed him just as much as he did, but you felt embarrassed of the state you were in and you didn’t want him to see you like this.

“I wish you would have called..” you choked, “I could have cl—“

“I thought you were mad at me..” Vessel sniffled, pulling away as he cupped your cheeks, “let me look at you love..”

His comforting hands felt warm on your cheeks, his thumbs drawing circles along your cheekbones as he studied your face. He noticed your tired, bloodshot eyes, the tear stains, how your lip quivered as you held back tears. A concerned frown dawned his face before he placed a kiss on your forehead and placed his forehead on yours.

“Let me come in?… I can’t bear to be apart from you..especially like this..”

You paused, nodding slowly before allowing him inside. The state of your apartment sent alarm bells in his mind as you led him to the couch, pulling him into a tight hug as you sobbed into his arms..

“Shh..it’s alright..” Vessel hummed, wrapping his arms around you once more. His fingers ran through your hair, humming sweet nothings and reassurances in your ear in an attempt to calm you down while taking note of the state of your apartment. It worried him, it had been weeks since you had let him in, so he had no idea how bad things had gotten. He wasn’t angry with you, he was only a little upset that you didn’t communicate with him.

That didn’t matter now, he was with you now, and that’s all that mattered to him.

In one swoop, he picked you up gently and brought you to your bedroom, placing you on the bed; he pulled you into another tight embrace, leaving soft kisses along your cheeks and neck. You let out a quiet giggle, the feeling of his lips graze your skin that hadn’t felt comfort in weeks. You leaned into his touch, letting yourself relax in this moment. Your heart filled with warmth as the two of you sat there, your breathing synchronizing before he leaned back, bringing his hands up to your shoulders as he began to massage them; he wasn’t a masseuse but he was trying his best to make you comfortable. You let out a low, satisfied hum as his thumbs untied the knots in your shoulders.

After a short while, his attention was drawn to your hoodie, fidgeting with the sleeves before attempting to remove it, causing you to grab onto his wrist.

“Can we..not right now?” you muttered, looking up at him. He tilted his head, genuinely confused at what you thought he was getting at but he let go of the sleeve nonetheless. Seeing the guilt in his eyes made you feel bad all over again.

“I’m sorry..” you whispered, bringing your hand up to wipe your tears away, “I don’t deserve this…I don’t deserve you..” you whimpered, the tears falling once more.

“No..no, sweetheart.” Vessel reassured, his hands resting at each side, “It’s alright, you’re alright.” he turned you around so you would be facing him, and taking one of your hands in his. “Let me take care of you darling..please..” He looked at you, pressing your knuckles to his lips. He wanted to help you, take care of you, he wanted to try and ease your mental turmoil in any way he could. He didn’t really know how to take care of you..but he wanted to try, for you.

It took you a second to realize what he was hinting at, feeling a little embarrassed. You nodded slowly, causing him to rise from the bed and pull you in for a quick kiss, “I’ll be back” he hummed, heading to your bathroom to prepare a well-deserved bath. After a short moment of rummaging through your bathroom cabinets, he found the supplies he needed to draw you a bath. He constantly temperature checked the waiter, monitoring it to make sure it was the perfect temperature for you as he added in your favorite body wash, lighting a few of the candles in the bathroom before poking his head out, smiling at you as he walked over to you. He helped you out of the bed and placed his hands on your shoulders, making you look at him.

“Will this be okay?” Vessel asked, tilting his head, waiting on your response.

You nodded, watching him intently as he carefully stripped you, being extremely delicate as his hands travled along your bare body. Vessel stopped, taking a moment to take all of you in.

He had seen you naked many times but each time to him felt like seeing you for the first time

“You’re breathtaking..you know that?” Vessel smiled, taking your hand as he led you to the bathroom. You let out a soft gasp, covering your mouth as you felt yourself about to cry; Vessel noticing this, pulled you into another hug.

“I would give you the world if you asked of me, my treasure..” he cooed, carefully leading you to the tub and lowering you in. The water was still perfect, you let out a pleased, quiet sigh as the water and bubbles surrounded you.

Vessel was able to find your brush and carefully began to run it through your hair, humming melodies to you as the brush made its way through your hair; any knots or mats he discovered, he made sure to take the utmost care so he wouldn’t put you in any discomfort. After that, he began to wet your hair with the water in preparation to wash it. He reached over to your shampoo bottle, squeezing some of the contents onto his hands. His hands crept into your hair, his fingers massaging the shampoo into your scalp, causing you to relax once more and letting out a relaxed hum as he got your temples and behind your ears. He tilted your head back, giving you a warm smile before he started to wash the soap out of your hair, making sure none of the soap got into your eyes. You felt comforted, looking up at him as he washed the soap out of your hair, taking note on how attentive he to make sure your hair was soap free. He gently helped you back up into a sitting position, grabbing the bottle of conditioner to repeat the process over again.

Vessel couldn’t deny it, he loved the feeling of your wet hair gliding along his fingers, he adored being this close to you, and he was beyond grateful that you trusted him enough to let him help you when you are this vulnerable. Although, he still felt obligated to ask to continue.

“You want me to…” he asked, looking down at you and monitoring your expressions. After giving an approving nod, he began to reach for your loofah and body wash; he started to run the loofa along your back, shoulders, and neck, running circles along the areas before moving onto your arms. He raised your arms slightly, just enough for them to be above the water as he becan scrubbing, even running the loofah in-between your fingers.

He stopped, however, when he noticed the marks on the underside your arm.

He noticed you flinch when the loofah grazed that area, looking over at you with that concerned frown once more. There was no use hiding it anymore, you couldn’t lie to him, it was hard to. You looked away from him, ashamed, you couldn’t even say anything due to the large lump forming in your throat. Vessel didn’t say anything either, leaning down to wrap you in his arms, placing his head on top of yours.

He didn’t want you to see the tears fall from his cheeks..

It pained him to see you like this, what pained him more is that he didn’t know how to help you. You meant everything to him and seeing you in such turmoil made him scared. Scared that you would leave him. Scared that he could lose you forever.. You, however, learned how to pick up on his body language, you learned when to pick up when he was upset; it broke your heart to the soft shudders in his breathing, looking up at him and making him look at you.

“I got you..” Your voiced cracked,

“..And I got you.” He replied, cupping your cheeks as you both absorbed this moment together, crying softly as you held each other. Neither of you didn’t know where to start but at least you have each other, so you’ll figure it out together.

After awhile, Vessel let go with you, cautiously grabbing onto the loofah once more to continue to wash your arms, now being careful around the area. In moments like these, he made it his top priority to make sure you were comfortable, even though he was doing this on a whim. Eventually, his hand sank into the water, running the loofah along the bottom half of your body; he made even a bigger note to be extra careful as his hands grazed your more sensitive areas, looking over at you to see if your comfortability shifted at all. When he was finished, the two of you just sat there for awhile, taking in the atmosphere that he created for the two of you.

“...Why didn’t you say anything?” Vessel was the first to break the silence, causing you to jump a little

“What?..” you looked over at him.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You had to think about that for a moment..in reality, you didn’t know how to answer it. You thought you could handle it on your own, you thought you had it under control..until you didn’t.

“I..I didn’t want to bother you about it.” you eventually answered, “ I was afraid that I’d scare you off..”

Vessel sighed, pulling you into another hug as he stroked your hair, “My dear..my light..you wouldn’t have done that.” he reassured, “I don’t like it when you shut me out..it scares me.” he paused, feeling you wrap your arms, snapping him back to reality. He gained his composure, looking down at you, and smiling, “Water’s probably cold now, hm?” he hummed, reaching behind and around you to put out the candles, “Let me get you to bed.” he smiled, helping you up as he grabbed a towel for you and wrapping it around you.

“What did I do to deserve someone like you?..” You smiled, causing him to pull you in close

“You exist..” Vessel hummed, pulling you in for a kiss.

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"Public domain Sunder" outside of Tumblr (How my project art runs away)

This is NOT a general Sunder! As cool as he looks, he belongs to me and Mynametia/ Inishira (Instagram)!

I want to talk about how reposted art causes harm. It has been stressful to see and I hope fellow artists can sympathize or empathize. And please, if you base art off this Sunder, credit the project Transformers: Mercy!

Firstly, I've heard both "you're niche and unknown" or "you have a big following so watch your mouth"

It feels mean either way... :( Like the jab takes whatever stance is most convenient.

Bottom line: I don't consider myself special. I am just a very hard worker. The only reason I have gotten as far as I have was my hours of daily work for years on my project and YouTube channel.

I am awed when I reflect on how far I have come. Growing my social media platforms, working with 100 different artists from all over the world, commissioning comic artists like Alex Milne and Livio Ramondelli for posters, getting interviewed, collabing, or having shoutouts on other YouTube channels, sitting on panels at TFcon in front of hundreds (although it was t e r r i f y i n g) and getting to talk to them about Transformers: Mercy! And this year, I will be selling Mercy merch at a table at TFcon in the art gallery!

So I don't think I am niche anymore... I don't think my project Transformers: Mercy is. Over the years it has become very widespread with art posted on blogs across social media platforms. As I will discuss, maybe too widespread in one wrong way.

But... there is a long way to go to completing the project. I have about 1000 images now. That's insane! This is no tiny lil project. And I am gunning for 1000s more to make this TFP fan-made sequel. But, I have to pay so so much out of pocket despite making less than minimum wage most months. I need a lot of support to make this big dream possible. Thank you to all who have already helped me thus far.

I think I am just writing this post to clear the air. I am honoured deeply by fanart or fanfictions or fan animations people have created for Transformers: Mercy. It is very motivating and heartwarming and helps me keep up the pace of working hours every day on this project.

I don't mind inspiration being taken from my work. It is an honour. My project draws inspiration from James Roberts' MTMTE and would be nothing without his appealing takes on characters. We may critique MTMTE but where would we be without his Whirl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet, Pharma, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Swerve, Overlord, DJD, etc.? I carried on from him, others may carry on from me.

A while back, I never meant offence when pointing out one animation of Sunder had features that looked eerily similar (to me) to the Sunder of my game. The reason I got a jolt of horror stems from the fact that this project has fallen victim to reposts on places like Instagram, Pinterest, Reddit, the fan wiki, and other TF forums with zero credit to me or the artists. The growing popularity of Mercy art has also caused it to appear in general searches for IDW or TFP characters. This is why if you search "Transformers Sunder concept art" you are likely to see Mercy Sunder right there but uncredited. So you would see our art but not know what it was for. And Mynametia/Inishira (the artist) did such a good job that it even looks like IDW concept art. It can be mistaken for official content.

But it's not. It was created for my project with very specific features to match my story. A project which costs so much of my time and money and it needs all the donations it can get. It is loses support when its art becomes popular with no tie back to this project. It is still a project in development and is therefore vulnerable.

Transformers: Mercy, after all the years, has become a famous project. But it is a struggling project due to the high financial cost. It is made with ok not blood, but real sweat and tears as I have pushed so hard to make it this far. It has been emotional. It even brought me the love of my life, my spouse.

I want to continue to work on it, the largest Transformers fan project that I believe has ever been attempted. But I need that support, that credit. It hurts when I use google/another search engine and search "Transformers Sunder concept art" and see our work totally visible to the public and not at all attached to Mercy. It then jumpscares me to see other people creating something that looks just like my creations. I see fanart that uses the face of my ghoul Sunder, the one-eyed purple-eyed version with a gaping black pit where the other eye should have been with a small white light within (or the other specific features I requested for Mercy Sunder).

It feels like my ideas are running away from me.

I do not believe anything was done with intent to harm or any malice or spite. I did not believe my project art had been knowingly stolen by any animator or fan artist of Sunder. But when I wrote my post in response to one animation, I did believe that Mercy Sunder had been seen and used as an inspiration because he does appear in general Sunder searches on the Internet. So this is where I came from and why I felt compelled to step in at the time.

I hope I have expressed myself better than last time and I just would like to voice that not this artist/ animator I first reblogged, but other people have reposted Mercy Sunder and caused him to become like.... public domain? Please, I just want it to be known that what you see on search engines, forums, wikis.... was taken from my project. Please do not base your Sunders on that art without crediting Transformers: Mercy and Inishira (Instagram or X).

I hope all the artists here can imagine the feeling of distress I feel seeing credit and support fly away from me and that talented artist, Inishira (who designed Mercy Overlord, Sunder, Crankcase, Fulcrum, Misfire, Krok, Spinister, Waspinator (bug form), and angel Starscream).

I don't want drama or a public back and forth. I seek amicable relationships going forth. Please be very mindful and go back to add in credits if you realize you used this Sunder design as a reference!

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Bleeding Sky - Dean Winchester (smut)

Dean and Jensen keep occupying my mind lately, so I wrote this yesterday evening. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader celebrate a successful hunt, finally drawing the two friends closer; pretty much pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, handjob, outdoor, friends to lovers, some possessive Dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.5k words)

Her back was pressed against Baby, legs stretched out, eyes focused on the horizon. It was an overly beautiful view, way too fucking beautiful for their line of work, but at that moment she couldn’t care about any of that. Dean was sitting next to her, an empty pizza box between them while both were nursing their beer to celebrate yet another successful hunt.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” (Y/n) could feel Dean’s eyes on her face, but she couldn’t rip her gaze off the horizon which looked like it was bleeding, drenched in a red so intense it made her feel unspeakable things.

“I don’t know.” She took a sip from the beer before letting her head rest against Baby. For a moment, (y/n) allowed herself to look at him - to properly look at the numerous freckles that seemed to alight his face like a canvas filled with stars, at the green eyes that have seen so much pain and sorrow and yet hadn’t lost any of their colour. “I guess I’m just happy.”

“Happy? Because of that demon we got rid of?” The smirk tugging on Dean’s lips made her roll her eyes. She gave him a slight push with her elbow pressed against his ribs, forcing a chuckle out of Dean. He wrapped his arm around (y/n) to pull her against him, allowing her to rest her head on his chest while the scent of his cologne engulfed her.

She could hear the beat of his heart, soothing her racing mind as she tried to ignore the pull between them. Something had been brewing between them, something that made her ache for him, something that had spiralled into something other than just a strong friendship.

“I think I am just grateful for these moments, when we make it out of a hunt without being hurt, when we drink some beer together and are fortunate enough to see something like this. Makes me feel normal.” (Y/n) pointed towards the bleeding sky as she sank further into Dean‘s tight embrace. With his chin resting on top of her head, he didn’t give her a chance to pull away as if he was hoping that this very touch could communicate what he was feeling for her.

“It’s probably fucking selfish of me, but I like it when it’s just us two sometimes.” His raspy whispers made her grow warm, unable to stop a smile from tugging on her slightly parted lips. Slowly she began to shift around, hand placed on his chest while her eyes found his green ones.

“I always knew you liked me better than your brother.” Dean’s big hand squeezed her side, drawing a loud laugh out of (y/n). Neither of them moved away, eyes holding contact while he kept smiling at her as if time had stopped racing by, allowing them to get lost in this very moment.

“Well, it would be fucking weird if I were into my brother.” The words made her freeze for a second, needing to process what he had just murmured. Her body moved before her mind could, lips meeting Dean’s for a soft kiss. His hand tightened its grip on her waist, beer bottles long forgotten as she straddled his waist. She couldn’t help but be grateful for the grassy ground, working like a cushion beneath her aching knees.

Her hands were pressed to his chest, addicted to the feeling of his racing heartbeat, all too aware that she was the reason for it. Pride simmered deep inside of her, buzzing through her as if she had just been hit by a spell. Something about this moment felt all too real, like they had been destined to find themselves out here together, just the two of them to finally give in.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of me for long, sweetheart.” His teasing words made her scoff. But as Dean ran his thumb over her slightly swollen lips, (y/n) couldn’t help but kiss him again, tongues meeting while their lungs were aching for some more air.

“We both know you’re the one being all handsy.” Dean’s hands found her ass, letting his hands rest against the rough fabric of her jeans. He looked at her for a few seconds as if he was debating his next move, wondering how far she’d allow him to take it out here. But (y/n) didn’t move away, didn’t dare to even think about putting an end to their moment together.

“Careful, sweetheart, I don’t have a problem with showing you what being handsy truly means.” Her tongue kissed her teeth as her hands began to tug on his shirt, needing to feel more of him. Dean seemed to understand what she wanted from him, he let go of her for a second to shuffle out of his jacket before pulling his dark shirt over his head. She had seen him without a shirt on a few times before, but this felt different, much realer, more intense than ever before. (Y/n) kissed his tattoo before letting her lips explore more of his skin, already high on this new sensation.

“Perhaps I want you to be all handsy with me, Dean.” For a second, neither of them moved, staring at one another. But then something seemed to give them a push, getting lost in another kiss that made her roll her hips against his. She felt him press against her, hardening in his jeans as if her mere touch had set fire to his system. (Y/n) let go of him without saying another word, she rose to her feet with trembling movements, eyes staring down at Dean as she stepped out of her jeans.

She almost overheard the raspy “Fuck” leaving him, filling the afternoon like a prayer slipping from his lips. Dean’s greedy hands pulled (y/n) back into his lap, he let go of a groan as she rolled her hips again. With shaking fingers she managed to free him, slightly distracted whenever he chased her lips for a kiss.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart? Do you really want me to fuck you out here?” Her eyes flickered from her hands to his eyes, holding contact as she spat onto his tip to use her saliva as lubricant. Dean’s groans clawed out of him over and over again, ringing in her ears like a song she swore to never forget again, all because of the way her hands pumped him.

“Well, who said you were the one doing all the work?” The glint in her eyes made his breath hitch in his chest. Her hand picked up its speed while he reached for a condom to roll it down his cock. She pushed her damp panties aside, and without needing any more guidance, (y/n) shifted her position to slowly sink down on him.

With their foreheads pressed together, they held still to relish in the new sensation. Her walls fluttered around him, drawing Dean closer to wordlessly communicate what was buzzing through her system. Strong hands supported her movements, allowing her to fuck him with her knees firmly pressed to the ground and her fingernails clawing at his shoulders.

Dean’s head rolled back against Baby, exposing his neck to her wandering lips. She loved to feel him beneath her, buried so deep inside of her she swore he was moulding her to his shape. To both of them sex had always been an outlet, something to distract themselves with, but today it was anything but that. Today it was a silent confession of longing and love, today it was the perfect ending to a successful hunt drawing them even closer.

“Sweetheart,” the word was pressed past his teeth, tightly clenched together. “You feel so fucking good, just look at you, so perfect.”

His praises made heat simmer inside of her, a sensation that only grew more intense as his cock nudged a spot inside of her that made (y/n) see stars. Lips found back together like a moth drawn to a flame, like magnets unable to part.

“Fuck, I hope you know I won’t ever share you with anybody else ever again.” The possessiveness dripping from Dean’s words only pushed her closer to the edge. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, walls clenching his cock to tell him how ready she was to let go.

With a strong arm wrapped around her back and a hand placed on her neck, Dean drew her against him to hold her close as she came. (Y/n) trembled while her orgasm clashed through her, stealing the air right from her lungs, the strength from her racing heart. Dean fucked into her a few more times before he came with a groan, holding her without giving her the chance to push him away.

“What a way to end a hunt.” (Y/n)’s mumbled words made him chuckle, letting his body vibrate against hers. Slowly, she pulled away to redress, while Dean mimicked her movements, only to tug her back into his lap moments later.

“I mean it, sweetheart, you’re mine now.” The smile she shot him seemed to tell Dean everything he needed to know, slowly accepting that she had always been his.

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OKAY FINE YALL CAUGHT ME I PLAY DANDY'S WORLD TOO INCLUDING BEING IN THE FANDOM AS WELL HAPPY NOW💔💔

This is such a weird timing of me posting on the weekends I never ever post on the weekends before I believe but anyways hey guys I have returned once again after literally 2 weeks💔

I apologize for being gone for that long but during the past weeks I haven't felt well and been throwing alot and been tired a lot too so I didn't post at all because of this T^T

And yes I do infact play dandy's world and I am part of the fandom but not one of those fucking bullshit weirdos side of it (I seen too much of that disgusting side on tiktok too much including how half of the fandom were proshitter and only care about the ships and attack other ppl that they ship other toons with💀💀💀💀) which I'm fucking disappointment of the fandom which that also includes other fucking fandoms I'm in since nowadays almost every fandom are so fucking toxic and HALF OF THEM are weirdos in every fucking fandoms

Anyways I wanted to draw yatta because AHHHHHH SHE IS SO CUTE WHEN I FIRST SAW HER BEFORE SHE WAS ADDED IN THE GAME AND AFTER SHE WAS ADDED IN THE GAME RAHHHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING NEED HERRR BUT I DON'T HAVE THE REQUIRES FOR HER RAHHHHHHHHHHH💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Note: I fucking wanted to add all the candy's she dropped when getting hitted by the twisted but I was having hard time drawing all of the candy's for it so I did some of them

Anyways Im kinda losing motivation to draw my ocs and I don't wanna lose the motivation for it so I decided that I'm gonna be drawing some other stuff so I might draw some dandy's world characters y'all can request what characters or ship I should draw or not doesn't matter T<T

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Crack theory: Lila, Vincent, Chloe, Tomoe, Sublime and her family are all working together to take down Ladybug

Clues:

Chloe was mentioned by Vincent who in fact said very good things about her, that she was Adrien’s replacement in the fashion world, and both Vincent and Chloe are using the bee as their sign. In the pictures of Marinette with drawings over her face that Vincent showed, it reminded me so much of when Chloe in Evillustrator drew on top of Marinette’s face some glasses and a mustache in a drawing that Nathaniel made. Chloe HATES Marinette so it would make sense for her to be involved with everything that happened in Revelator.

Chloe and Lila already worked together back in Season 5, she wants to take down Marinette and Ladybug as much as Lila, even before she started helping Lila with her plans Chloe already loved to mess with Marinette, and now with the fact Lila has the Butterfly Miraculous, Marinette’s downfall can finally happen and I’m sure Chloe would love to be part of it.

Vincent mentioned that he was sponsored by Tsurugi Electric Cars, it’s interesting how Tomoe is associated with someone who wants to ruin Marinette’s reputation.

We already saw Tomoe smiling back in Sublimation after she made a deal with Sublime and her family, almost like she was planning something.

Tomoe helped Gabriel in most of his plans and didn’t care about putting others in risk if their plans succeeded.

After Gabriel is gone and Ladybug is lying to the whole world about Monarch’s identity, Tomoe would take the opportunity to take down Ladybug once again, and now with a new holder, she will continue Gabriel’s legacy along with Lila.

Gabriel’s death is a good motivation to continue going after Ladybug and Chat Noir and their miraculous, I don’t think Lila would be able to pull all of this without an intelligent adult like Tomoe on her side.

Isn’t it suspicious how similar the episodes Sublimation and Volpina are? Almost like the similarities mean something. Marinette in both episodes starts to follow everywhere a new girl from another country who gets too close to Adrien, she transforms into Ladybug and makes a mistake and because of that someone gets akumatized.

Ladybug breaking Sublime’s prosthesis are clearly a good reason for someone to start hating her.

We know Sublime’s mom had a grudge against her and she even got akumatized because of it, Caroline is a lot similar to Gabriel, both of them demand their children to be perfect and can’t stand any sign of “imperfection”, we know someone who was exactly like Gabriel and that was Tomoe, and we know she was involved with everything Gabriel was doing as Hawk Moth and especially when he started being Monarch, and at the end of Sublimation we see Sublime’s family and Tomoe making a deal, all of these connections and parallels could mean they’re involved.

We know that someone was watching Sublime and her family in her trial while writing something in their notebook, if the episode Sublimation is after Revelator, Vincent can be totally the guy we saw spying on them, we know that Vincent is being sponsored by Tomoe, so this means that they are working together, so maybe that’s why Tomoe was smiling, because she read everything Vincent wrote in his notebook and will use Sublime and her family against Ladybug.

All of them have different motives to go against Ladybug and Chat Noir and why they want the earrings and the ring:

- Tomoe wants to avenge Gabriel’s death.

- Vincent wants to collect as much secrets as possible.

- Lila wants to delete the Kwamis existence.

- Chloe wants to keep ruining Marinette’s life.

- Sublime and her family want Sublime to have legs.

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HELLO!! big fan of your animatics!! How do you make them and do you have any tips for inspiration, planning, and what software do you use?

Thank you! I'm glad you like them!

I think the realization that revolutionized the way I think about storyboarding the most is that you HAVE to let your imagination drive. I start off every animatic with super loose, super messy, barely legible sketches, with wrong anatomy, janky movement, etc. Instead of focusing on making it look good, I can just focus on setting it up for its potential, and starting my motivation at the highest point it can be. I never let my first draft take more than a few hours over the course of like 2 days max, or else the drive dissipates.

If I start a board right away with the cleanest, most beautiful art I can muster, I'll kill my own motivation, like "Oh god, in my head, I imagined a huge spinning 3D camera shot here, with a bunch of dancing characters. That last panel alone took me like 30 minutes to draw, I don't wanna do this! I'll draw a simpler, flatter scene instead." and then it ends up looking nothing like how I imagined, and I get demotivated before abandoning the project. But if I start with super messy lines, just barely enough to get the idea out onto a screen where I can watch it, the excitement and imagination will drive, like "Wow, this shot with a huge spinning 3D camera and all these complicated characters looks SO COOL! It's gonna take a lot of work, but look how interesting it looks already! I can't give up on this!"

For reference, this was puppet boy's first draft!

Storyboarding is a bit different from a lot of other visual art mediums because it takes a LOOOOT more work before it starts feeling rewarding. Learning to manage your own motivation is a huge part of building the skill that I feel a lot of people don't mention.

But when it comes to learning how to finalize it, study up on your storyboarding rules! Learn about perspective, anatomy, screen direction, and learn to draw FAST (that's a big one). Draw out shots from your favourite movies, study their composition and take note of their camera/character movement, and how it aligns with the shots sandwiching them. Learn from other artists (I recommend Toniko Pantoja, he's a very experienced board artist who makes a lot of videos abt improving your boards and what it's like to work in the industry), and PRACTISE! Your first piece of art, whenever you try anything new, is going to SUCK. You're gonna think its bad. That's just how art goes. But the next time you do it, you'll always, always, improve, even if just a little, even if you can't see it for yourself.

The biggest thing to keep telling yourself when making storyboards is DON'T GIVE UP YET. YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO MAKING SOMETHING COOL. And then you have to keep telling yourself that over, and over, and over, and over, through all the sighs, and the frustrated rage-quitting, and the exhausted temporary give-ups, and then eventually, those animatics you keep building in your head get to be real! And it feels incredible.

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What do you think about Cerise in season 6?

For those not up to date on canon, Cerise is Lila's new name. As far as we know, it is just another fake identity. Her real name is still not know. Where she came from is still not known. Her motivations are still not known. For the sake of saving us all a headache, I'm just going to keep calling her Lila.

I'm writing this post after four five season six episodes have aired (episodes 2 thru 5 plus 11 to be specific). I haven't watched these episodes, but I did read the transcripts that are out on the wiki and I've picked up on details second hand from the few fandom blogs I follow. From everything I've heard, read, and seen, civilian Lila isn't really in season six? She makes brief cameos where she's scribbling in a notebook and saying vague threatening lines, but she doesn't interact with anyone or tell us anything about new her character. Almost all of her screen time goes to Chrysalis, her villain form. I like the way Chrysalis is written. She feels more manipulative than Gabriel which makes her feel more interesting:

Chrysalis: Hello, Maya. Forgive my intrusion, but, I seem to feel a huge disappointment. No one's interested in your drawings when they're so pretty! Do you feel ignored? Like no one sees you? Maya: Yes. It's no fair! Chrysalis: I think I know what would be fitting. For no one to be able to ignore your drawings anymore. I can give you this power. Only if you agree, of course. Maya: Yes!(stands up) Chrysalis: And what should I call you? Maya: The Illustrhater!

But her being more interesting is just an illusion. Nothing meaningful has changed. Gabriel's tactics got the job done so who cares if Lila is a little better at manipulating people? She could have Gabriel's skills and nothing about season six would change. Her tactics aren't leading to better akumas so who cares if she sounds cooler and won't tell people her name?

Yeah, that's apparently a thing in season six. Lila is being a little smarter about her identity than Gabriel was. The Illustrhater has Marinette acting like this is a big deal:

Marinette:Nothing! We know nothing! It's even worse than before! Alya:(yawning briefly)Is that so bad? I mean, we didn't know a lot about Monarch either, but he still got busted. Marinette: That'snottrue! We know lots of things about Monarch! He was an adult male, he akumatized 212 people in total, 99.8 percent of them inParis. His goal was to seizeCat Noir'sandmy Miraculousso he'd be grantedone wish. Now we have a supervillain we know nothing about, who akumatizes whomever, whenever, and who knows why! This is a disaster!

But when you get down to it, none of this ever mattered. Marinette's limited knowledge didn't lead to Gabriel's identity being outed. Gabriel's identity was outed by shear dumb luck and someone else handing Marinette the answers, so this isn't a case where Marinette has to come up with new tactics to find the villain because her old tactics no longer work. She never had any tactics to begin with!

Tracking down the butterfly would be new behavior for her character so I don't care that Chrysalis is "better hidden." It's not selling me on watching the show. Chrysalis' name being unknown just feels like an indicator of how little the writers had to work with to make her feel more threatening. There's basically nothing the writers can do to actually make her a bigger villain and so they're left with meaningless displays that the characters have to directly say are big deal to try and make the audience think that Lila is a bigger threat.

They can't just make her a bigger threat by having her do something new because Gabriel was willing to do anything to win. That makes it almost impossible for Lila to be an upgrade. What's she going to do, threaten Adrien? Akumatize Adrien? Try to akumatize Marinette? Try to break up Adrienette? Oh no! How evil! We definitely haven't seen that before...

It's not even like her tactics are harder to resist. Episode four already featured an akuma rejection:

Chrysalis: Hello. Forgive my intrusion, but..I sense a great deal of guilt preventing you from making friends. Sabrina:NO!!(breaks the connection with Chrysalis, rejecting her akumatization, as the ultrakuma flew back out)

And, while the heroes don't know this for sure, the audience already knows that Chrysalis is once again after the ladybug and the black cat because of course she is:

Chrysalis: On the other hand, if you give me Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous, I'll let you keep it...forever!

Remind me, why should I care that she replaced Gabriel?

Outside of that, I think it's kind of telling that civilian Lila is barely in the show even though she's the big bad. The writers never knew how to write her well and so going the route of keeping her off screen is probably the only way to play her. I'm curious how many episodes will see her civilian form interact with so much as a single member of the main cast. My guess is not many. Get ready for a boat load of delaying tactics where the show tries to make things feel important while maintaining the status quo and keeping everything about Lila a secret.

Her character's motivation not being known worked when she first showed up, but now? It just feels like the writers don't know what they're doing. Sure, season six is a soft reboot, but it's still season six and she's been here since season one. We should know her goals by now! Hinting that she's planning something without ever giving those hints any substance just screams, "there's no actual substance! Gabriel was the better villain!"

Cerise (voiceover): Nothing. Nothing! You'll knownothingabout me, aboutus, about them. I'm everywhere. I'mnowhere! I'm a chameleon. Nowhere! You won't get anywhere...

Sure, babe. Sure. You're super threatening and totally not just a knockoff Gabriel. I'm sure your motivations will blow us out of the water once they're revealed. After all, the reveal of your three mothers was just so amazing! Best writing in the show by far! (that was sarcasm)

Only thing that could kind of fix this is if Lila got a team or larger organization she was working with, but I'd be really disappointed if that's where the show is going. Once again, it's season six and she's been here since season one! The time to set that kind of thing up was at least two seasons ago. Without so much as a hint that such a thing exists, the introduction of it would feel like the writers are just pulling shit out of their ass and that is not the kind of story I enjoy. All my favorite stories have clear evidence that the writers had a plan from day one and stuck to it, making something beautiful. I think it's abundantly clear that Miraculous will never be that kind of story.

Fun fact: by random luck, this post was originally scheduled for the 21st, the day episode 11 aired. I delayed it a day to see if civilian Lila finally interacted with someone or revealed her goals, giving me something to comment on. Surprising no one, she still isn't really in the show. Place your bets on how long it's going to be before civilian Lila gets a motivation or even just a chance to interact with the cast! My money is on late season six at the earliest.

(Feel free to let me know if I missed something about Lila's presence in season six. The transcripts aren't out for all the episodes so it's entirely possible that she's done something I don't know about. I just didn't want to make anon wait longer since this ask is already a month old.)

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it's been pretty tough trying to motivate myself to draw things for this blog let alone reblog stuff nowadays lol i've been trying to get outside as much as i can and busy myself now that the weather is getting nicer

i'll be back when it starts sucking again

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Bloodborne anniversary today!!!

Well... what is this game for me? Too many things, actually. By far, it was my best videogame experience and my worst fandom experience, yet nonetheless I would not have had it any other way.

Bloodborne taught me to analyse and interpret fiction sooooo much better than I used to and Bloodborne was my first genuinely hard videogame that got me to give effort and adapt. My art changed a lot too just for the sake of drawing more accurate Bloodborne fanarts, and I find twisted enjoyment in this perfectionism and obsession with the details. Loredigging for Bloodborne was straight up brain-altering experience for me and I remember feeling my brain stretch and twist into a pretzel in the first big mystery for me (Fauxefka's situation)- yet, I am SO happy that this game taught me to properly utilise my autism. After four years I've figured just the right harmony between interpretation and scavenging for any fundament in canon. Not to mention how many emotions and creative motivation it gave to me, or how it gave me the first character I could truly spiritually relate to - something no other game or show could do!

Adeline and Rom were the most special for me, after all, they resonated with me like no other characters! Now, my focus is spread thin not only through all Bloodborne characters, but through all Soulsborne characters! But I still consider stuff like this the best thing I've created here. I've always had merely a hint of spiritual connection to the water and nightmares, but in Bloodborne I was able to make sense of it all. This game returned me my meaningful dreams (as in, the thing you see when you sleep lol). Dreams and nightmares both. For the first time, at least something made sense, and all I needed was to look through the prism of the right setting and characters.

At the same time, if Bloodborne itself altered my mind, fandom altered my heart. I've made a lot of sense of my dreams and feelings, but also a lot of sense of nature of humanity in general. When I first set foot into this fandom, it was fine, save for some extremely toxic Gehrman and Gehrmaria haters who felt personally attacked by facts, yet fandom rotted fundamentally before my very eyes. Not only way too many people for my liking here developed a weird kind of vitriol for loredigging and understanding of the source material, not accepting creative liberties but insisting on them. But also the fandom in general devolved into a bad place where there will be an "elite" determining who gets shunned through passive aggression and strings pulled from their dumb Discord servers and who gets praised and promoted. No matter how many of them leave, the attitude itself for sure left "successors", and I've seen way too many people 'fall out' of fandom due to failing to get on the good side of that "elite". "Cool guys" do not have your best interests in mind and will attempt to suffocate even new blogs with passive aggression, but the more people I saw waddling away from the fandom confused and heartbroken, the more my determination to just keep doing what I like grew.

No one should ever have this amount of creative and interaction control, I loathe people who do this and their fully complicit sheep who can't and won't think for themselves. Never will I hold back my cynicism even for the sake of the "few good ones", never will I cope by making up excuses for people who tolerate if not perpetuate it, and never will my hatred wane. At the same time, deep down I hold gratitude, because the knowledge I've obtained is way too precious. Besides, corrupt fandom shown me that I truly love Bloodborne, because true measure of love is adversity. Absolutely everyone is able to enjoy something when they have nothing but good experiences in their community, but if you enjoy something through reasons to loathe the community piling up... you KNOW you enjoy it. Remember to not clout-chase and to not get caught into social games, guys; none of this is worth as much as finding your true calling with characters, headcanons and fanart.

Years ago I still was not broke, and it feels like such a distant memory now... Yet, I bought PS4 just for Bloodborne, and I have no regrets. I've heard, however, that a progress was made in regards to placing it on PC via emulator or something alike? I sure hope more people will get to actually experience this game, its world is incredibly fun and worthy to immerse into.

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