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I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

this time, @evgirunslaad provided the inspiration with “Something just like this” by Chainsmokers and Coldplay
first i imagined the chorus from inko’s pov and god it’s perfect, but then i considered it from toshi’s pov AS WELL and gaaaahh *tears*

3-8/5-17 
orignial post 

more toshinko!

I have zero self-control; here’s Lyra waltzing around in trousers and daring anyone to make a comment

also:

Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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The Group Project

(Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.)

Warning: 8000 words and 75% of this is pure smut. MMF sex.  Dirty talking.  Disrespectful name calling.   The usual.


“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung! FUCK! YOU!”  Jimin was livid.  “I’ve never said a single thing to you about all the shit I have to put up with as your roommate!  All the times I’ve had to crash at a friend’s place because you brought some girl back to our dorm room for the night!  I can’t remember the last time I spent a whole week able to sleep in my own bed because of you!  And all those times I woke up to find some chick I don’t know in your bed?  Like you couldn’t just go somewhere else to fuck them? Did you really have to screw them in our room while I was asleep?”  Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but Jimin cut him off.  “And I wasn’t even asleep for all of them!  What was that one girls name? The one with the short hair? Jungin? Jungah?  Just because you took her into our bathroom to have her suck your dick doesn’t mean I didn’t hear EVERY FUCKING THING that happened in there!  You are so fucking vile!  The things you said to that girl… the sound of her choking on your dick while you called her a slut?  What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Some girls like that shit,” Taehyung replied calmly.  “She definitely liked it, that’s for sure.”

Jimin rolled his eyes dismissively.  “The point is that I’ve never said anything to you about how you’ve stuck your dick in half the women on campus.  Despite the fact that you are always inconveniencing me in order to get your rocks off, I’ve kept my mouth shut.  It’s your life and it’s not really any of my business.  But this is TOO FUCKING MUCH!  I thought we were friends?  I never thought you would totally screw me over like this!”

“We are friends!  I didn’t do this to screw you over.” Taehyung and Jimin had been randomly assigned to be roommates in their small single room dorm room their freshman year and immediately became the best of friends.  Taehyung was on a scholarship that paid for his student housing on campus and Jimin couldn’t imagine living with anyone other than Taehyung, so despite the cramped quarters and the arguments frequently caused by the lack of privacy, they continued living together in the dormitory.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but just think of the dozens of Sterek fics that will come from that small scene of Stiles saying blindness is his biggest fear and Derek questioning him. I can just imagine one with Derek hearing Stiles heartbeat stutter and later confronting him about it and Stiles being all like 'of course it's not my biggest fear, don't you know me at all? My biggest fear is losing you again, watching you bleed out and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to save you.'

Derek’s eyes linger after Stiles looks away, his body shifting restless, fingers clenching and loosing in a twitch across the exam table. The lie hangs bright and obvious in the air –– less in the absent hitch of heartbeat or the burn of nerves that don’t taste quite like embarrassment or like fear. Derek could explain those things away in context if he tried, but he can’t explain the way the words fail to line up with everything he knows he knows about Stiles.

“Becoming blind?”

“Yeah… terrified of it. Always have been.

He wonders if it’s as obvious to Scott as it is to him, but the rest of the group’s already moved on, not missing a beat, focus shifted back to the problem at hand while Stiles re-centers. His pulse sharpens again and his eyes lift back to Derek, flicking up and away before moving back to Scott again, sliding seamless back into the conversation.

Derek shakes off the strangeness, and follows him.

.-

“Why did you lie in there?”

Stiles’ step falters on the question, and the resigned set of his shoulders tell Derek he’d been expecting this and hoping every bit as much to avoid it. Derek almost wants to take it back, tell Stiles is doesn’t matter, let whatever horror lives in the darkest place of Stiles’ heart lie there undisturbed… but this is too important.

He crosses his arms, keeping his tone and stance indifferent like that might make this conversation any easier.

“We need to know what’s coming, Stiles. When these things manifest, it’s not just going to be your fear anymore. It could threaten everyone.”

He’s not expecting the laugh that punches out of Stiles, harsh and thin and edged bitter enough to make Derek’s unaffected stance falter.

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Dark masks and fireflies float through Derek’s mind. A too-pale stranger with Stiles’ face and cold, ancient eyes. A huge lizard with paralyzing claws, and too-wet breaths as water threatened to pull them downward. A misshapen wolf with crimson eyes and spittle-laced breath, and an image of ghostly horsemen Derek had never seen, only heard of in Peter’s stories.

Derek could stab guesses at Stiles’ worst fears, could conjure up possibilities in Stiles’ quaking hands and nervous eyes as they darted out to the empty parking lot, looking for an escape before moving reluctant back to Derek. But he couldn’t know, and he needed to know, especially if it was something that could hurt the group.

…Especially if there was a way he could help Stiles prepare for it.

When it comes, he’s the one who’s unprepared.

“I can’t lose you again,” punches out rough and shaken, stunning Derek into stillness. Salt stings the air as tears well, and Stiles looks away on a wet breath, hand raking into his hair and tugging. “You were… dying and I walked away. I had to, there was nothing I could–– And then you were just gone afterward and I knew you were fine, I knew it was better that way but… fuck, Derek. It felt like you’d died some days.”

The tear tracks down and Derek feels his head shaking, arms falling from their faux-casual cross. The words are ringing through his mind, rattling around in a way that makes no sense and makes too much sense, echoes something too raw and honest inside him and he steps forward, “Stiles…” falling out soft, but Stiles is rocking a step back, shaking his head and swiping rough at the tear. Derek lets him retreat.

“My mom died in front of me.” This confession falls out soft, and Stiles’ shoulders shrink in against the sting of them. He looks small again, sixteen or years younger, and it takes an effort not to move in and shelter him from the sting of his own words. “And I just… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save her. Do you know how that––” He cuts off, because he knows Derek knows. Derek understands that feeling better than anyone. It’s a bond Derek’s always wished they didn’t share.

Stiles shakes his head, blinking quick.

“Fuck, I can’t go through that again, ok? If these things are bringing our worst fears to life then I’m better off away from it, for everyone’s sake. What if it kills you because of me, because–– I can’t watch someone else I love die.”

The words hang. Stiles has gone strangely still suddenly. In the clinic, some young pup sets up howling.

“…You love?” Because Stiles had been talking about his mother, but he’d also been talking about Derek. About losing loved ones, and that…

Stiles’ breath hisses out, body tensing up defensive and challenging. His hands ball up, shoulders setting broad again, and it feels like every argument they’ve ever had when Stiles meets his eyes, daring him to doubt the revelations he’d just laid out.

Derek had learned a long time ago not to doubt Stiles.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s some undeniable fact that Stiles loves him, fears losing him, that in all the nightmares of Stiles’ life, losing Derek could rest in anywhere near the same category as possession or dementia, or his mother’s death. But Stiles has always been afraid of losing people he loved, of not being able to save them… and Derek is one of those people. 

Derek is the person Stiles couldn’t look at while thinking about loss.

He moves forward a step, and Stiles doesn’t retreat this time, amber eyes locked with an expression that’s caught somewhere between challenge and pleading.

It’s one of the most terrifying moments of Derek’s life as he lifts his hand to Stiles’ cheek, and the most natural thing in the world once it’s resting there.

“I’ve died before,” he reminds Stiles, softly. “That’s not about to beat me. I’ll always come back… for you.”

“For me?” Stiles sounds breathless, doubt and hope warring as Derek’s thumb brushes over his tear-streaked cheek.

Derek tilts his head, warmth touching his eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

When Stiles grins and presses their lips together, Derek forgets what it’s like to be afraid.

anonymous asked:

That shot is incredible ! Would you perhaps consider showing us part of your process ? I just assumed you used 3D for the camera movement, it's amazing.

I shall present thou my process, but consider that it ‘ll be the exact same process as any other animation, it’s basicly like “i did a rough and a tie down, and i cleaned it”.

I assume that by asking this, thou wanted to know some “ways” of doing this kind of thing, but sadly i didn’t use any tricks, and i could have of course, but i just felt that if i was trying to find a way to avoid doing it, i would just not be doing it, and the rsult would have not been the one i wanted.

So in order to make this process as interesting as it could possibly be, i’ll try to explain my thought during each steps as much as i can.

So here is the rough, basicly if i recall correctly this was like my third version (i didn’t find the other one) i tried to have here “key moments” and not exactly “key movements”, i tried to define the most importants parts of the curve my camera’s describing. The thing is, i wanted to be sure where to slow down the pacing of my camera, and when to speed it up, and at the same time i wanted to know what the crowd would looks like.

Here’s my kind of tie down, it’s the thing i used in order to do the cleaning later, here, i juste came back to re-define a little better the last part, the fast parts are easier to read and i know where my characters are.
Something i also did (and lost by now so i can’t show it) is like a top view map of the crowd, with each character to always help me remember where each one is.

Note that i cleaned and colored the “ghost” first here, as he’s hiding characters, i wanted to know exactly where he would be to avoid unecessary drawings.

And here whe have the final cleaning, here is the part i’ll need to explain the most, because sadly there’s no real “inbetween” before this part and the tie down.


The first thing i did was to clean all the images i already had during the tie down, then i got all the models checked with the character designers Lady Hagdahl Sörebo and Lady Zhang to be absolutly sure that the things i would be inbeetwining would be the exact models  (i thought lady Hagdahl Sörebo was going to die during that part).
The thing i did at the same time was to define the size of the brush during each “key moments”, you may notice on the gif above that the further away the characters are, the thinner their line is.This is one of the thing that helps achieving this “3D like” aspect, it helps feeling depht in each frames and makes your eyes’s understanding of each characters easier.

Once i had my key movements perfectly lined, i started beaking it down, i inbetweened all the images i had, BUT i started to think about each characters’s movement, you may notice it , but the characters are not all totally still, some of them are moving, doing something, for exemple, the xingtiang (the ball-like things with arms who carrys bowl of food) wave their arms and bowl a little as they can’t exactly sustain their weight perfectly.
It’s that part that helped creating life in that shot, if the characters had been just standing still, the shot would have felt flat, and a bit life-less.

Once i had all my characters on models, my lines’s size defined, and my characters animation set in stone, i just had to inbetween everything to reach a ratio of 25 frames/1 second, it’s what we call a 1′s exposition in french, i don’t know how to say it in english, but the important part is that it helps your eyes understanding the movement, and in a shot with so many characters, and a movement as fast as this one, it was absolutly necessary to have everything at one, it’s also one of the thing that helps achieving this 3D effect, as we tend to see most of our 2D animation at 2 or 3 and our 3D animation at 1 (or 0.5)

And we’re nearly finished! after that i just colorised the characters, once they were, i was sure of the negative space around them, and were to put the confettis you see on the ground, it’s an other thing that helps defining depth in the shot, a solid ground under the feets of the characters.

And of course once i had everything in place i just had to add the flying confettis! I animated them straight ahead, as i already had my camera movement and my characters it was child’s play to guess the size, the orientation and everything else; it’s like animating in 2D on a 3D scene, thou know exactly where thou are, but it doesn’t have the cons 3D scene have, the space isn’t so big you get lost in it, thou know exactly what’s on screen, and it doesn’t feel dead.

I wanted them to flow through in order to lead the eyes of the audience and to make the whole movement flow more fluently, this way thou don’t look too much at all the characters and thou don’t get lost in the details, because thy eyes are attracted by the colored and bright moving dots through the image.

And that’s it! 
An other intersting thing about this shot is that i cuted it in 3 parts in order to simplify the tvpaint file.
It means this process only cover this part, which is the second one, the others weren’t exactly done the same way, but the process was more interesting for this part, that’s why i didn’t added the others.

Hope it’ll help thou in thy journey. 

SDM Presents: The Science and Logic of Cyber Chase

For all the silliness of the movie, it seems to take a lot of its plot pretty darn seriously. Time to put on our analytical hats and overthink things!

The gang wants to see their scientist friend’s video game experiment, but for fear of the monster that escaped from their tests, the older scientist says:

“You can show them the demo, but don’t start the game!”

…huh. So, as previously-established, you’re dealing with an all-powerful creature that can control basically any technology…

…and stole all your data just by walking next to it… but running a smaller version of the game – one that still has the same technology it used to escape – is going to help?

Besides, the creature’s already out and loose, so what are you worried about, exactly? It coming back and diving in again, allowing you to shut down the system and trap it?

And on that note, the older scientist confidently mentions that yes, the creature escaped, and yes, it could be anywhere and the entire world is in massive danger… but he “suspects it’s still somewhere within the building. 

He then follows this up with no evidence or logic backing up the random guess.

Um… sir? We’re dealing with a previously-unknown phenomena of a computer virus “coming to life” and escaping into the real world, right? If I remember the events of the last 5 minutes correctly, it:

  1. Wrecked all your stuff
  2. Did a bunch of miraculous things you can’t begin to explain
  3. Didn’t require any connection to your machines anymore
  4. Ran away reeeaaally fast when you annoyed it with the novelty oversized magnet you had just lying around

So… which of those factors indicated to you that this thing is gonna stick around, exactly? 

What if it just decides to go elsewhere? How would you know? Do you have a PhD in Things That Have Never Happened Before?

Moving on, the younger scientist boots up the demo, and the main menu image slooowly loads in.

Connected to it, the scientist people have a device they call a ‘hyper-energy laser.’ According to them,

“We’ve been using it to break down actual objects, and project them into cyberspace!”

to which Velma says,

“Jinkies, you mean you can transport objects from the real world into the computer world?!”

which they confirm. They zap some Scooby Snacks on the table…

…said Scooby Snacks disappear from table…

…Scooby Snacks appear on screen! 

Ok, so they must be scanning and creating a virtual model of the Scooby Snacks, and destroying the original… but earlier, didn’t they give some technobabble about re-creating it at a molecular level? The best technology of 2017 can’t render that, let alone 2001′s–

…hold up, they can also bring the objects back? 

So… the Scooby Snacks are somehow being converted and stored in data banks as ones and zeroes, and are then transformed back into physical objects?

Ignoring the issue of requiring an incalculable amount of power to even theoretically create matter from pure energy (plus the unfathomable sizes of batteries/hard drives required to store that energy/information), doesn’t this mean you’ve just created a 3D printer capable of scanning and replicating literally anything, including living things, down to a molecular level?

…wait, so you have the technology to create life, but you couldn’t render an entire image file at once?

…wait, so you’ve basically ascended to the level of gods, and you’re using your powers to create a video game about people who solve mysteries with a dog?

Everything Has Changed (Part Two)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Part One

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The sound of something steadily beeping in your ear brings you back to the surface of consciousness. You wade through the murky waters of your mind, trying to keep your cool when the simple task of opening your eyes turns into a losing battle.

Why can’t you open your eyes? Why does your body feel so heavy?

You grow more frantic as your body fails to follow through on any of the commands you direct at it. It’s not until you realize that something is restraining your arms that an overwhelming tidal wave of memories wash over your body and send you back underwater.

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This morning I woke up next to someone else. I rolled over, half blind without my glasses and thought it was you for a second. For a moment I felt at home, the thought of being next to you was a comforting thought. I remember how not even a week ago I awoke next to you, greeted with sloppy morning kisses. But his snoring awoke me from my day dream of you. His choppy brown strangled his face as he tossed and turned, awaking me from my not so deep slumber. His hands grazed my side and pulled me closer to his warm body. As I lay there entangled in him, he raised a hand to move my shoulders next to his own. His stubby knuckles looked like yours, images of waking up next to you rushed through my head. His facial hair was the same as yours, his forearms looked like yours, every one of his details that were illuminated by the soft morning light reminded me of you. I needed to breathe and escape his grasp and any thoughts I had of you. How pathetic it was that I was thinking of you while next to someone else. Will I be forever plagued with memories of you wherever I go?
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write // You Were Never Mine // February 19th, 2017. 
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all for the game + friendships: allison reynolds and neil josten

her gaze settled on neil and she studied him a moment, expression calculating. 

“i’m going to sit with you,” she said. she crossed the room to perch on the arm of his chair. there wasn’t really room for her there; she had to lean against him to keep her balance. she wound an arm around his shoulders to keep from sliding off and crossed her legs at the knee.

“i can move if you want to sit here,” neil said.

“no, this is fine.” she smiled, and it had a smug edge to it.

Tattoo

Lance had plenty bad ideas in his life.
But this one really took the cake.
They had gone for a trip to a every earth like planet save for the grass being orange and the sky a constant dull pink.
While Pidge and Hunk spent most of the time shopping both hoping to find Earth like resources though what they considered necessities was different to the other.
With Hunk looking at the food and Pidge an adaptor for her game console.
Lance had started out aimlessly following the two, however after a while got bored and wandered off.
That was when he found it.
It was a small stall in the market being manned by a tall greenish alien.
His sign was unreadable but Lance was able to guess that judging from the needle gun and the Alien lying on the bed in front of him that it was some kind of tattoo place.
Lance was about to leave when he caught sight of the tattoo.
For one thing it was moving, and looked like a gif more then anything.
Lance found himself staring transfixed as the artist added the final touches to what looked like a wedding scene.
“Ya gonna stare all day or are ya gonna buy somthing?”
Lance jumped realising the artist was addressing him “sorry was just passing-”
“Hey wait a second, ain’t ya the blue paladin?”
Lance barley had time to nod before the artist grinned showing off a mouth of pointed teeth.
“Well why didn’t ya say so! If ya want a goraf it’s on the house for a paladin of voltron.”
Lance stared at him for a moment “erm… what’s a goraf?”
The alien that was having the tattoo done stood up looking the image over with a smile “it’s a memory imprinted on the skin so you can never forgot. I’ve got all the most Important moments for me. And Deru here is the best In the universe.”
Deru smirked “oh you. Now give me my money and then fuck off, I got a paladin to work on.”
The other alien chuckled “ok honey I’ll see you at home later tonight.”
Lance realised then that the alien in the image was actually the artist.
“Yeah yeah whatever.”
Deru made a shooing motion before practically pulling Lance into the chair.
“So what ya say bluey boy. Wanna get a little ink?”

So that was how Lance found himself gritting his teeth as a strange alien tattooed his back with him having no idea what he was putting on there.
Apparently it was some kind of special ink that would bring forth his most precious memory.
Special ink or not it hurt like hell.
Lance had actually gotten a tattoo before, a small one turning a little burn mark on his hip into a crescent moon.
He had expected a tattoo to be incredibly painful, however was pleasantly surprised to find that it was more of an annoying scratching pain then anything that bad.
Not exactly enjoyable but not unbearable.
This experience was nothing like that.
Lance wanted to scream.
It felt like somone was running an iron across his back.
However when he tried to jump up Deru had pulled him down telling him that now that he’s started he had to finish.
So now nearly two hours later Lance felt light headed from the pain and was praying to whatever space god was listening that one of his team mates would come find him.
Suddenly all at once that pain was gone.
“And done. Take a look.”
Deru held up a mirror and handed Lance the other.
For a moment all Lance could do was stare as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
There was a sight he never expected to see again.
His whole family standing by the ocean smiling and waving at him.
It looked so real that it made his heart ache.
Like he could just get back home if he touched the sensitive skin.
“…thank you… so much.” Lance mumbled in shock.
“Glad ya liked it bluey.” Deru turned away cleaning the gun before he placed it down.
“I served too. Of course I was older then you and had less to lose. War takes it toll on the mind. All the bad drives out the good after a while… this way the good stays with you even when your surrounded by the bad.” Deru smiled as he pulled off his jacket to show that every patch of skin was covered in the moving images.
“Ya looked like ya needed some good to always have ya back.”

Lance smiled the whole way back to the others.

“Oh hey Lance, what did you get up to?” Hunk asked.

“I’ll show you later.” Lance winked as he patted Hunk on the arm and walked passed him onto the ship.

“WAS NEVER REAL”, says Lauren Jauregui about comments of romance with Camila Cabello.

Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello together? Singer of the Fifth Harmony made a comment about the shipper: “WAS NEVER REAL!”.

Lauren Jauregui denies having had a romance with Camila Cabello: “WAS NEVER REAL!”.

Lauren Jauregui returns to talk about “Camren”: “WAS NEVER REAL”.

LAUREN JAUREGUI TALKS ABOUT ROMANCE WITH CAMILA CABELLO: “WAS NEVER REAL”

Lauren Jauregui about Romance Comments Camren: “WAS NEVER REAL"


That’s all they needed. Headlines denying Camren to the world to know.

“WAS NEVER REAL” - “I NEVER DATED CAMILA CABELLO”.

That’s all they needed for them, right? Every headline with Lauren denying Camren. Camila moving on with her straight image and Camren is dead and denied to the media.

anonymous asked:

I saw last time you played Dream Daddy..! :o How was it? What do you think of the game? I love your blog btw!

Thanks! Hmm, well I could analyze the good and the bad of the game without taking its popularity and the way it was released and marketed into account but if I don’t do that I think it’s gonna be half my critique. Is Dream Daddy a good game? Perhaps. Is Dream Daddy deserving of its popularity and ratings? No. At all. I don’t want to be negative about it and this isn’t a hate post or anything, it’s just the things that really bothered me. Believe me, I was super pumped for the game. Like, legit, I WAS DRINKING CHAMPAIGN WHILE I STARTED PLAYING IT. And all was well and good but then, it went downhill. 

1) The game has 0 length. Like, I literally finished playing it in 2-3 hours, WITH breaks. Yes, I only played Craig’s route (Craig is cool btw) but this is a DATING SIM right? So, it HAS to be sufficient and has to be long even if the player just plays ONE character route. Because people are like “no it is pretty big”. It isn’t. Not everyone is going to play ALL THE ROUTES just so as to feel like they played Dream Daddy ‘a lot’. A dating sim game, cause that is what it claims to be, should NOT be valued by the sum of the time spent on ALL ROUTES, but just INDIVIDUAL character routes. 

2) The sprites were very nice and I loved them. The backgrounds HOWEVER were actually lacking. Again, the background is fine, but it is lacking in the CONTEXT cause Dream Daddy is supposedly a good game. Look at this: 

The background is literally some plain line art with some flat colors. No shading, no nothing. Yeah it looks good but cmon. Do you know how quickly a good artist can draw this? Very. Do not forget I am here to defend all Visual Novels and Dating Sims cause I really am a fan of the genre. And I am only making this critique in comparison to the ‘standard’, ok? HELL, even HATOFUL BOYFRIEND had better background art 

AND THIS IS A PIGEON DATING SIM IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW.

3) This is an addition to my saltiness about the lack of art, cause literally the ONLY ART FOR THIS GAME was the 1) Sprites, 2) Backgrounds AND 3) Those picture thingies you would get as a bonus for finishing the game/ a character route. Honestly. For people who are not familiar with visual novels and dating sims, this is LACKING at best. Most visual novels of this kind have art for important scenes and if not they at least HAVE ONE FOR AN ENDING SCENE. But not Dream Daddy of course. I literally was sleeping next to Craig and we had the whole confession thing happening inside a tent in the woods or smth and there. Was. No. Image. Anyways you get my point. Moving on,

4) The background sound was straight up bad. Not the songs themselves but the whole tuning and looping was horrid. Like, the different tracks were on different volumes and some would like stop and then start again without making the looping discreet or anything. I VIVIDLY remember my ears dying when I was in a forest with Craig and the ‘forest sound’ was so overly loud (and of course you could not hear Craig’s casual “ah”s at all). Man the sound was a mess.

5) Rushed, poor and Rushed once more. The characters were interesting and the setting and concept was good, I give you that, but the way they handled the plot and DELIVERED it however… Again there wasn’t any length to it and the writing could have been more detailed. Even in important scenes, there wasn’t much to be said. It honestly felt like they just wanted to get it over with. And honestly the plot was kinda flat. Like yeah ok we went on some dates or smth (with DADBOOk,,, ok uh huh)(they obviously couldn’t make it somehow linearly connected through the story and had to use such an easy way of doing routes cause that would basically mean a lot of work to make)(once again) and you’d get the casual heartbeat and nice smooth talking and jokes but that was it. The plot was average anyways. I guess the part with the teddy bear and the devil children dissecting it was a fun twist tho haha. 

Anyways! I am not really a person who rants or anything like that, and I am not AGAINST this game or anything. I still liked the game. I just had to speak the truth and say how it felt for me, especially with a successful game like this, since, in this genre of Dating Sims and Visual Novels, it’s very difficult to achieve such success or be advertised as much, and I am just trying to be just about this. A lot of people put so much EXTREME work into these games and they pour their soul into it, and achieve better quality, and it is just a shame that a game like this would be elevated and be called a ‘masterpiece’ when it was honestly a rushed game without much put into it besides some good ideas and a few interesting characters combined with a very talented sprite artist. 

Systems Of Touch

Author: @eradikeats-writes as part of Bangtan University - a series of ongoing oneshots with @kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (with beautiful, beautiful moodboards for the series)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (oc; female)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language

Word Count: 9,746

ONE YEAR AGO

The conference was mandatory, a thing required for your degree and begrudgingly attended by all of your classmates. But you, however, found it to be a welcome reprieve from studying, exams, and your standard reclusive Friday night routine. You were awkward in your black cocktail dress, standing off to the side and nursing your champagne with slow, careful sips you hoped emulated elegance. People of importance moved around the room, intellectual conversations filtering through the air as you glanced from person to person; prayed that, as their wandering eyes found your lonely frame, even if for the briefest of moments, that they did not see you as an imposter.

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Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

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This is for an Anon who sended me a really kind and supportive message.

Thank you anon, I can only hope you see this and like it. Thnks for teling me those kind things and supporting your local artist.  ⋆

That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev


Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!

Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
Enjoy!

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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

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i think that the media portrays a very mocking and sort of fanciful conception from astrology that is really really far off what’s really going on
there is still a place for horoscopes in the daily newspaper but it’s wasteful reading. you could literally sit a pack of monkeys in front of a computer and get them to type up daily horoscopes for you. i don’t know if they are there because its legitimately still seen as vague and light form of entertainment, or i dont know if the way mass media conveys astrology as foolish and illegitimate on purpose. morning tv shows ‘astrologers’ or maybe ‘astrologists :p’ who emulate the stereotypical old ‘clairvoyant’ who speaks with that soft weird voice and really reinforces the notion that astrology is very vague practice, involving angel cards and amethyst stones. in truth the astrologer would be there with her books and chart notes in hand. i wonder if and why they try to conceptualise an image. it still fascinates me that after hundreds of years the daily newspaper still has a section reserved for the zodiac. even after the church tried to burn and banish astrological teachers and teachings it lived on through secretly handed down through astrological families so it could be reserved. and then uranus was found and it blew the whole thing apart for a while, and then scientists debunked astrology but they debunked the theory that astrology involved constellations and the sun passing through stars and that they had since moved but tropical astrologers never claimed that either. our ancestors taught us the way.  

our consciousness is in harmony with the heavens and our children and future generations inherit these cosmic memories. it can never be truly banished because it’s a part of who we have always been, ever since the beginning we have looked at the stars above and seen our reflection. even people who dont contemplate astrology know their sun sign or express interest or dismay. for some reason we have made it of cultural importance. by carl jung; ““We can also find in the unconscious qualities that are not individually acquired but are inherited, . In this deeper stratum we…find…archetypes… “
is it an agenda to maintain the fanciful image of astrology where it’s conveyed that followers believe constellations and planetary bodies have hook line sinkers down to earth and control the earth like puppet masters and it’s basic fortune telling? i dont know where im going with this ive been awake a few days, but the elite has always utilised astrology. for many years only the king had access to an astrologer and natal chart, the common people were unworthy. in their eyes we are still unworthy and getting relegated to fortune cookie extracts unless willing to go against the grain and not feel senseless for taking it up as a course of study. maybe i wish that more people understood that astrology involves a lot of books, a lot of reading, writing, learning, and memorising. it’s why it’s such a delight, i feel its the closest thing we have to god’s handwriting