i really like that top one i kinda wanted to post it by itself but oh well

maniacaltoaster  asked:

Do you think it's kinda weird that even though the characters in Villainous don't TECHNICALLY have good designs, while that kind of thing destroys other cartoons, in this one, it seems to work in its favor? Like, they look ridiculous, over the top, and crazy, but that feels like exactly what they're supposed to look like.

oh sweetheart let me tell you a little secret

the people who genuinely think the Villainous character designs are bad don’t know a damn thing about designing characters for animation

STRAP IN FOLKS IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER RANT LESSON ABOUT ANIMATION CHARACTER DESIGN WITH NOVA (brought to you by SCAD: “I pay $35,000 a year to learn how to make cartoons so trust me I know what I’m talking about”)

The first thing any character design class (including the one I took) will teach you is “have a strong silhouette”

You can probably recognize almost if not every single one of these characters just from their outlines! So let’s take a look at the silhouettes of the Villainous cast…

HOLY SMOKES THEY ARE HELLA DISTINCTIVE!!! And here we even see what is probably the design reason for Dr. Flug’s paper bag and Demencia’s huge fluffy ponytail - they add to the strength of their silhouettes immensely.

Now let’s examine both the shape language of the characters AND how they’re likely divided in terms of their digital puppet rigs (as Villainous appears to use both the hand drawn and rigging techniques), because the former is the second thing any character design class will teach you and the latter is incredibly important to the modern digital 2D animation process. (Apologies if my rig estimates are off, I haven’t had as much experience with 2D rigging as I have with hand drawn.)

Black Hat has the most variety out of the cast, but broken up he’s really just a combination of rectangles, triangles and one or two circles. His hat is also kind of a shape in and of itself, one that comes very naturally when drawing his head. Like a lot of villain characters his sharpness is highly emphasized.

Dr. Flug is ALL about squares and skinny rectangles, with his only rounded shapes being his eyes and shoes. Normally when you see boxy characters they’re on the very masculine or muscular side, meant to seem strong or imposing, but Flug is a wimpy, scrawny twig. That’s really unorthodox and something I like a lot about his look.

What’s super interesting about Demencia is that next to 5.0.5, she has the most circles and rounded shapes. Sharpness is added in her details which makes her design look a lot more complex than it really is. What’s great about digital animation and 2D rigging is it makes characters who have a lot of specific details like her much simpler to animate, so she really isn’t impractical at all provided you’re animating her using a computer.

And finally we have Beariplier Markibear 5.0.5, who I’m sure surprises no one by being a big old round baby full of circles. His nose and snout are of course triangles though. I like how he’s the most intentionally simple out of the cast, even going so far as to have a different eye style that almost makes him look like something out of an ultra-cutesy anime. He doesn’t fit in with and stands out a lot from the others, which is entirely the point.

To sum up, the Villainous characters are both simple enough to animate on a budget/deadline and interesting looking enough to want to watch, the perfect combination for modern 2D digital TV animation. These designs were MADE for a 2017 Cartoon Network show in every sense, with just enough early 2000s influence to feel fresh and new as well as classic and nostalgic. I want these guys to represent and become iconic of CN the same way Finn, Jake, Mordecai and Rigby have.

you did not (finn wolfhard x reader)

requested: “Hey! Can I get a request for a reader x Finn Wolfhard ? Kinda inspired by the movie Everything Everything, but replaces the female readers sickness with being in an abusive household and Finn, the readers SOON TO BE boyfriend surprises her and takes her to Hawaii and blah blah blah A WHOLE BUNCH OF FLUFF lol thank you” - @brookspixiedust

summary: y/n hates her life with her father, and finn knows this which is why (like the good ‘best friend’ ;) he is) he surprises her with tickets to hawaii

characters: y/n, finn wolfhard, gaten matarazzo, millie bobby brown, caleb mclaughlin

warning: abuse

a/n: ahhhh, i’m really sorry, i haven’t see everything, everything so i don’t know how accurate this is but i just wrote what was in your request? it’s a bit short as well but i hope you like it tho!! :))

“Y/N, hurry up and get out here!”

Sighing, you quickly continued to plaster the foundation onto your face, trying to cover the huge black mottled mark that had formed yet failing miserable. You stared at yourself in the mirror, begging yourself not to cry. You should be used to this by now.

Ever since you were around 8 years old, you had been abused by your father. At first it wasn’t an awful thing, y'know? A slap here for not doing the dishes, a kick for being late home after curfew. But then… it got a lot worse. He started hitting you for absolutely no reason whatsoever. And it was fucking scary.

“Y/N, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” You heard the angry yell of the man you despised pierce through the closed bathroom door.

“Coming, dad!” You said in a small voice.

You quickly gathered all of your hair into a loose ponytail and padded over to the door, opening it hesitantly. Your fathers frustrated face was what it opened to, a twisted smile setting itself when it saw your makeup covered cheeks.


You tried to process what had actually just happened. All of that time spent in the bathroom for nothing. Your hand flung to your face, tears threatening to spill but you forced them back down. No, you will not be thought of as even weaker than before.

Your father smirked down at you and whispered, “time to go, sweetie.” before turning around and leaving for the car.

He was driving you to set, which was a huge surprise as usually you had to take yourself in some way, which wasn’t exactly easy being apart of such a successful show like 'Stranger Things’. Multiple times you had been followed and blocked by crowd of people, causing you to be pretty damn late. You had been way to scared to bring it up to your father yourself, but your director had brought up his concerns in an email to him. And so, this lead to him driving you to set.

You buckled yourself into the back seat of the car, still holding onto your cheek knowing that a red mark was bound to have formed. Hell, maybe even a purple one. It felt strong enough.

The car ride’s silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife, the only sound you could hear was the tentative beating of your own heart and the rumble of the engine as you sped down the road. Soon, but not soon enough, you’d stopped outside of the set building and you quickly unbuckled your belt and jumped out of the car, not waiting for a goodbye and just wanting to get as far away from him as you could.

As soon as you were in the building, you sighed a relieved sigh and walked to your small dressing room, not before checking in of course. Picking up the script on your dressing room table, you began to reread the script for around about the one hundredth time.


“Listen dude, I could never!” Finn’s distressed voice rang out, high, exasperated, and shrill.

Gaten smirked at his friend. “Uh huh, and why not?” He asked.


“Wait, I remember! Because you’re scared!” Gaten quickly interrupted Finn as he was replying (lying) to his question.

Finn glared at Gaten and went to walk out of the room, nearly running smack into Millie. She gave him and Gaten a look of surprise. “What are you guys arguing about? We can hear you in the corridor!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms and seeming pretty annoyed.

A look of horror crossed Finn’s face. “Did Y/N hear??!” He questioned, lowering his voice a little.

She furrows her brows. “Well, I don’t think s- anyway, why does that matter?”

Gaten smirked. “Because lover boy here got her plane tickets with him… to Hawaii!”

Millie gasped in joy. “Oh my gosh, that’s sooo adorable! Have you told her yet?”

“No, I’m just about t-”

Millie shook her head. “Not about the plane tickets, Finn. You know what I mean. When are you going to tell her that you like her? I mean, it’s been an entire year!”

Gaten slapped him on the back. “She’s gonna notice eventually, Finn. 'Just friends’ don’t buy $3000 dollar plane tickets to Hawaii for each other.”

A light blush settled on his cheeks. “I- I can’t,” he sighed, and began to play with the sleeve of his hoodie. “if I tell her that I like her then… well, if she doesn’t like me back, which is what’s likely, then I’ll be ruining a perfectly good friendship and… I just can’t do that. Not to her. And with her father and everything, she doesn’t need more things to worry about on top of that.”

Gaten tilted his head to the left inquisitively. “Which is why you’re taking her to Hawaii?” Finn nods.

“Mhm, to get away from it all..” Finn trailed off and looked pointedly at the door. “I’m gonna go tell her, okay? NO eavesdropping. Got it?” They both nodded innocently, crossing their fingers behind their back.

Finn shook his head at the both of them, and left through the open door, walking towards the direction of your dressing room. God, he hoped you were there. He began to hear the distant melody of a Panic! At The Disco song, knowing your room was close. His mouth turned dry and his throat felt closed up. An anxious feeling placed itself into the pit of his stomach, twisting the contents and making him feel awfully sick.

He arrived at the closed wooden door and took a deep breath before knocking lightly. What could go wrong?

“Who is it?” Your sweet voice rang out.

“Uh, it’s Finn..” he answered, cursing himself for hesitating.

“Oh! Come in!” You cried, a smile evidently laced with your words.

Opening the door to a cosy dressing room, he laid eyes on you. Your makeup had been done ready for set, and you were currently in costume waiting to be called for your next scene. You jumped up when you saw him and embraced him tightly, hoping your blush wasn’t obvious on your cheeks.

“Hey, Finn! Sorry I didn’t see you earlier, I just wanted to get in as quickly as possible because..” you trailed off, biting your lip lightly.

“I know, I know. It’s fine.” He smiled at you sweetly, awkwardly shifting on the spot.

You looked at him confused. “What’s wrong? You seem nervous? What happened?” You questioned, firing one after the other at him quickly, panicking only a little.

“Oh, oh nothing! It’s fine, I just… well, there’s something I need to ask you, okay?” He said, fidgeting with his fingers, which was a telltale sign that he was nervous. He always did that when he was nervous.

You sighed in relief. “Ok, what’s up?”

He took a deep breath, preparing for rejection honestly. Ever since you had been introduced ha,feat through Season 1, he had been absolutely smitten with you, hanging out together whenever you both could. He always got you small gifts and things, subtly flirting here and there, but never anything this big.

“I kinda maybe… got us tickets for Hawaii tomorrow?”

Your face was blank, unreadable. And suddenly, the highest pitched squeal came out of your lips.


He smirked at you. “Oh believe me, Y/N,” he quickly fished the tickets out of his pocket and fanned them in your direction. “I really did.”

In your excitement, you flung yourself at him, not really knowing what you were doing but knowing that you had to let these emotions out somehow.

He didn’t realise or process the fact that your lips were on his for a matter of seconds. His mind was blank for a moment, and then suddenly sprang to life with frantic thoughts.

He began to kiss back, worried that he’d already lost this opportunity. But no, you didn’t stop. Your lips moved in sync, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

Once you both had finally pulled away for some much needed air, Finn was utterly dazed. You stared at each other, in the middle of the room, either knowing what to say. Shy smiles erupt from both children as they gaze into each others eyes.

“Finally! After a whole year, a move was finally made! And by Y/N, not Finn!” An annoying voice cut through the magical moment like a samurai sword. Gaten.

“Well, are you really surprised? Finn could never make the first move, he’s such a chicken!” Caleb.

“Guys, shhhh! They’ll hear us!” Millie and Sadie, in unison.

Finn’s eyebrow twitched as he turned towards the door and flung it open, staring their four friends dead in the eyes.


“I’m gonna kill you guys.”

Fun fair with the Family - Batmom x Batfam (REPOST please READ the explanation right under the summary :-( )

Summary : Batmom decides to take her family to the fun fair…She quickly realizes it might not be her best idea ever.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Repost because, and this time I really don’t know how, the original post got erased…BUT I had it backed up for once. So here. FUCK. Hum. Sorry. But it had almost 100 notes, and comment people left I didn’t even had time to read because the story simply disappeared…I’m a bit bummed out right now…Is it too much to ask if you could like, reblog and comment again ? I kinda feel bad, it’s not my style to ask those things…I’m so sorry for that, but it’s a bit discouraging, to write something, and to see that apparently it was liked, but to not know who liked it, what were the comments etc etc, especially since this time, I didn’t do anything, the story simply disappeared…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy, and re-enjoy if you already read it :’-(


Not even an hour in, and you know you made a huge mistake bringing them here. All at the same time. They were going to be the death of you, so much energy…But it was just so rare that you all had some free times at once…You just wanted to spend some time with them.

It all started so well though.


You woke up in the best way possible : with your Bruce’s lips trailing kisses on your neck, shoulders and back, his arms wrapped around you. You shifted around, and before you could say anything, he kissed your temple, the corner of your mouth, slowly putting butterfly kisses on your face, to finally kiss you on the lips.

You melted in the kiss, and squeezed his large frame against you, your arms struggling to wrap around him. Damn that man was big. When he pulls away, you can’t help but grin at him, and he gives you the smile he only reserved to you. A real, pure smile. You nuzzle his neck, and he let out a contended sigh.

-You’re alright ?

-More than alright my love, as always when you’re here.

-My sweet Broosh. You know what I mean.

-I am alright. Not even a single bruise or scratch. The boys are too. Calm night.

-I like those.

-I like you.

-I love you.

-Oh yeah, that too. I love you (Y/N).

-Well, here’s for our morning’s cheesy ritual…We probably should get up.

-I have the entire day off.

-Oh ? Well then, what’s the hurry right ?

He smiles once more at you, and you crash your lips on his, climbing on him to straddle him. One of his hand tangles itself in your (H/L) (H/C) hair, the other goes to your waist and his grip is almost bruising. He cannot stop himself, you always had a strong and immediate effect on him…He rolls on top of you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist.

-What’s the hurry indeed.

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A Little Something More

Summary / Request: ‘Hi👋 can you do a Tom holland x reader. Where the reader is apart of the cast of spiderman (reader could be love interest) and during filing and press tour they fall in love😍 I just need some Tom fluff BTW I LOVE YOUR WRITING 💕 / When the line between friends and something gets smudged, lies the three moments in time where the relationship between Tom and Y/N gets a little more defined.

Warnings: cursing

fluff / Gender Neutral reader

requested: anon

Word count: 1550

Originally posted by marvelgifs

               Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N, More Than an Onscreen Romance?

               Tom Holland and Co-Star Y/N Y/L/N Caught on a Date in Atlanta

“Are you sure aren’t a thing yet?” Alex, Y/N’s visiting best friend, asks once they enter the trailer.

“No I swear. We just happen to be really good friends thank you very much,” Y/N says taking a spot on the couch, “as much as I would want to date him, it wouldn’t be professional.”

“Good friends my ass, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and it’s more than just an act. Co-stars date all the time. Look at Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield, Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher, Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth. I could keep going,” Alex lists, “and since when have you been all professional, I remember when you told me that you showed up hungover to work.”

“That was one time! I was young-,”

“That was last month.”

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Elliot And Eeyore

A/N ignore the dates, yeah.

Spencer x Reader

You hated this time of year. Valentines day and the run up to it. It just reminded you that you were hopelessly single. You’d spent Valentines day alone for the last five years and whilst you weren’t exactly pining after having a boyfriend, this time of year only served to remind you that you didn’t have anyone. Well, what you meant was that you didn’t have anyone to cuddle up to and spoon at night. You didn’t have anyone to cook romantic meals for and vice versa. You didn’t have anyone who’s oversized sweaters you could steal and curl up in, and you didn’t have anyone to kiss and hug amongst other things.

The book shop that you’d inherited from your grandparents and had worked in since you were eighteen had been decorated with pink balloons, faux rose petals scattered over displays. Men were coming in on an almost hourly basis, looking sheepish as they picked up the latest ‘sexy’ book or erotic thriller that were all the rage these days for woman. Or at least men thought so. You personally would much rather someone present you with a classic or a good autobiography rather than one of those types of books. Not that there was anything fundamentally wrong with them, you’d read your fair share and they definitely had certain perks, you were just sure that their partners would appreciate something a little bit more romantic as a Valentines Day gift.

The chime above door the sounded and you looked up from the book you were reading, nestled behind the counter. It was quiet in the store right now and your assistant and friend Jess was taking her lunch break in the back. A familiar face met yours, the face of a man who’d been frequenting the shop for the last five months or so, someone you actually looked forward to seeing although you never did know when you’d see him again.

The mans name was Spencer, you’d found that out a few weeks after he’d starting coming in and had asked you if you could track down a certain book for him. You could and you had, and the two of you had started casually chatting, continuing the conversations each time he came in. He worked for FBI he’d told you during on of the chats, which explained why sometimes he’d be in almost daily on his way home from work but then you could go three weeks in a row with seeing him at all. He was nice, funny and sweet, with a love of literature which mirrored yours. And the pace at which he seemed to devour books was fascinating.

Spencer gave you a shy smile when he entered and mooched around the store for a while, just browsing. He was the only customer in there currently. After around ten minutes or so, he came up to the cash desk with two books in his hands. You rang them up and handed them to him, watching him place them directly into his messenger bag like he always did, before pushing his hair back behind his ear.

“I’ve not seen you for a few weeks, big case at work?” you knew he couldn’t talk to you directly about what he dealt with but you knew he was somewhat important. He was Googleable, and you didn’t know many people personally who were.

“Yup. We just got back this morning. I’m on my way home to relax for a well earned break.”

He did look tired now he was up close, shadows under his eyes and a light scruff covering his jawline. A jawline that could very easily cut glass. He bit his lower lip, looking uncomfortable and like he wanted to ask something.

“So erm….You’re open on Sunday? That’s Valentines Day right?”

“Yep. It’s not like I have any other plans, and there’s always guys needing to buy last minute gifts.” You were only opening 12pm until 3pm anyway, you deserved an early finish.

“Is Elliot not taking you out?” he asked quietly, his eyes flickering away and then back to you.

“Elliot? My cat?” now you were confused.

“Elliot’s your cat? Oh! The way you talk sometimes…. He’s just your cat. So you don’t have a boyfriend?” Spencer still sounded cautious but there was something else in his voice that you couldn’t pin point.

“Nope. Young, free and single.”

A smile that could have melted chocolate it was so warm and bright crossed Spencer’s face then and he laughed. He chatted for a few more minutes before making his excuses and leaving.


On Thursday the store had been open for an hour when a flower delivery girl walked in with hugest bunch of roses and violets that you’d ever seen.

“Are you Y/F/N?” she came straight up to the desk and you nodded, accepting the bouquet. The girl grinned as you signed for the flowers.

“Someone’s a lucky lady” she folded the sheet and tucked it in her bag, leaving you surprised.

“Who the hell are they from?” Jess bounded over, her eyes wide in excitement.

“I haven’t got a clue,“ you scanned the bouquet, spotting a card tucked away.

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
I come in here so often
Just to see you”

“Oh my God you have a secret admirer! This is awesome, who do you think it is?”

You weren’t sure. There was someone you hoped it would be but you didn’t dare let yourself think it could be them. You didn’t want to be horribly disappointed.

The next day at around the same time another delivery girl walked in, this time from the bakery up the road. You knew her, you frequented it often and she grinned as she handed you a cake box.

“Please tell me who it is” you begged her and she laughed.

“Hell no. That’s what Valentines is all about isn’t it. Secret admirers and all that. All I will say is that, Damn girl. He’s pretty hot.”

She left and you opened the box, Jess stood besides you. There were six cupcakes in the box each decorated with tiny frosted books on top of them. They were so adorable that you didn’t want to eat them, smacking Jess’s hand away when she reached for one.

You couldn’t help but smile, a warm and fuzzy feeling building inside you.

On Saturday, you opened the front door to the shop in the morning to find a wrapped box with your name on a card. It hadn’t been there ten minutes ago when you’d knelt by the letter box to collect the morning post, which made you think that he was nearby and watching.

You took the box back to the cash desk and opened it, revealing a ceramic money box in the shape of Eeyore from the Winnie The Pooh books. Another typed card was placed in the box.

“You said once during a conversation that you loved these books as a child and that you wanted to save so you could visit England and go to Ashdown Forest, the real life setting. Now you can start your own hundred acre woods fund.”

Had you said that? It was true, they were your favourite childhood books and it was one of your goals to visit and travel all over England, and visiting that forest was on your list of places to go whilst you were there. You couldn’t recall having this conversation with anyone though, at least not recently. It was generally only children you talked to about Pooh Bear and his friends.

Curious, very very curious.


Valentines day itself came and you opened the store as planned, doing a decent trade up until 2pm and then the customers fizzling out. You were on edge all day, having taken extra care with your appearance in the morning, sure that your secret admirer would make an appearance today.

As it was a Sunday and you were only opening for three hours Jess wasn’t in, and at ten to three you started straightening up the store, feeling slightly disappointed that whoever it was, hadn’t made an appearance. At three you locked the door and flipped the sign to closed, turning to head back to the desk and jumping when a sharp rapping came from the glass behind you.

You spun around slowly to see a very nervous looking Spencer standing the other side of the locked door, a picnic basket in his hand and a picnic blanket thrown over one arm.

Yes yes Yes!

Your lips twitched into a smile as you unlocked the door again and held it open for him.


“Hi,” his voice faltered slightly as he stepped inside.

“You’re aware that I’m closed, right?” you were nearly certain that he wasn’t here to buy a book but you also didn’t want to blurt anything out and make a fool out of yourself.

“I know. I’ve been waiting for you to close.”

“Any particular reason, Spencer?”

His cheeks flushed in the most adorably endearing way and shuffled his feet.

“Erm…. I thought…. Maybe…. We could have an indoor picnic. Or an outdoor one, but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“Please tell me the flowers were you. And the cupcakes. And the beautiful money box? Please don’t let them be somebody else.”

“It was me. Did you… Did you like them?” he took a step closer to you and you mirrored him.

“I’ve never had anyone send me Valentines gifts before, even when I was in a relationship. It’s honestly the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, and I hoped and prayed it was you but I didn’t want to let myself believe it until I knew. I didn’t want to be disappointed.”

He smiled at you and you beamed back.

“I… I would have tried to ask you out sooner but I thought… Well, I thought you had a boyfriend called Elliot. And when you didn’t, and it was four days from Valentines Day, I figured I’d try to use it to my advantage and to try and win you over.”

“Well it worked. Consider me well and truly won over, although I kinda was before. I always looked forward to your visits Spencer, they brighten up my week. One thing though… Did we ever really speak about Winnie The Pooh? That threw me.”

“I overhead you talking to a small child one day and it stuck in my mind like almost everything I’ve heard you say does.”

“Well it was so sweet and adorable and…. I could literally ramble right now about how warm and fuzzy I’m feeling but I’m kinda making an idiot of myself already so…. An indoor picnic you say? In here?”

Spencer nodded and shook the blanket out. “We both love books so it seemed fitting. There is kinda one thing I have to ask though, just because of what today is.”

“Go on then.”

“Y/N.. Will you…. Will you be my Valentine?”

“There’s nothing more I want to be right now, Spencer.”

i remember.

2,461 words | fluff, light angst
meeting on a train au + lim changkyun

author’s note: this turned into a bit of a free-write, but i did enjoy how it came out! i know i’ve been crazy slow with these milestones “drabbles” but they’re still in the works!

Originally posted by shovnu

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY (shklance fic)

@shir-oh-no!!!! I wanted to do something you’d love for today so me @waffle-walks and @eleedoesart all got together to make something full of the stuff you love. This is just the first part to mine (I didn’t quite finish in time so I’ll post the rest later this week) but they both made arts for things later in this fic that they’ll be posting today as well! We hope you enjoy this lovely shklance fic and have a great day!!!


The beachside club was packed with sweaty bodies grinding together to the music and Lance was having trouble finding Shiro. He knew his boyfriend would be okay wandering the place alone, but was starting to think the taller man has vanished from existence until he saw him stood by the bar looking like he was ordering drinks for the two of them.

Lance started making his way over but stopped when he felt someone grip his wrist lightly.

“Uh h-hey, wanna dance?”

 The guy talking was cute, slightly shorter than Lance himself, had dark hair tied back off his neck and kinda looked like he was dying in an oddly attractive way. His cheeks were flushed dark enough that it was visible even under the club’s flashing lights but that just highlighted the angular shapes of his face.

Fuck yeah Lance wanted to dance, he thought, the smile on his face growing into a flirtatious smirk.

“Sure,” and with that he let himself be pulled into the middle of the club as he ground against the new guy (who he quickly learnt was called Keith and looked really fucking hot in fishnet tights and a crop top). Lance wanted to put his mouth on those abs.

They ground against each other, feeling the rhythm of the club in their bodies, Keith pressing into Lance enthusiastically as they began to lose themselves in each other to the music.
Their faces pulled closer together as they danced until their lips met in a kiss full of want and their hands began to explore each other.

Lance had his hands tucked under the edge of Keith’s high waisted shorts and Keith had one hand buried in Lance’s hair by the time Shiro found them.

“Mind if I cut in here Lance, baby?”

The voice drew them apart, Lance with an incredibly satisfied smirk and Keith with confusion as he looked up at shiro.

“Uh, who are you?” Keith was beggining to dread the answer even as he asked.
Lance slid himself around the shorter man and hooked his chin over his shoulder to see Shiro as he replied.
“I’m his boyfriend of course,” Lance could tell Shiro was trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
Keith’s confusion grew at the lack of aggression until it clicked.

They planned this, maybe not meeting Keith specifically but they had definitely planned to meet someone that night and Keith decided he didn’t want to think too hard about if he liked that or not. What he did decide, checking out the two men with a fleeting glance, was that whatever they were planning to do, he was definitely in.

“Oh,” Keith said eloquently, “Ohhhhh,” his eyes were wide and he could practically feel lance’s grin next to his face at his obvious realisation. They were both interested in him. Together.

“I take it you’ve figured this out then babe?” Lance was practically glowing with excitement as he spoke lowly into Keith’s ear.
Keith felt his face pull into its own smile as he replied.

“Fuck yeah,” he looked up at Shiro just as the taller man leant down and pressed his lips against Keith’s kiss bruised ones.

This kiss was different because where Lance had enthusiasm and arousal, Shiro had a teasing tongue, something that pulled noises out of Keith that he had never heard himself make before.

As their mouths worked together he felt Lance’s hands start to explore his body again, slow and soft they slipped underneath the waistband of his fishnets.

 Keith moaned softly as the two men ground into him from both sides and his body tried to decide which direction it was going to press itself towards.

“Wanna come back to our hotel? It’s really close by,” Shiro panted out eventually, pulling their lips apart.

Keith could only nod his head in awe of the situation and let himself be dragged from the club and into a taxi to the couple’s hotel.

What a night he was in for.

*** tbc ***

//disclaimer: this prompt is very similar to this post that this friend made. though my writing is derived from myself, similarities may occur. i also recommend that you read their post as well!//

((warning: mention of suicide. gory and horror-themed surrealism. is written in 2nd person))
((also this took multiple hours because i really wanted to put effort into each of the separate dads. it’s rather long so i’ll put it under keep reading))
((i kinda went ham with the preface and i really tried to make this very detailed and immersive, hope you enjoy it!!))

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Things Fall Apart (The Center Cannot Hold) 1/1

Rating: M

Summary: Learning each other’s strengths is easy. Learning each other’s weaknesses? Infinitely hard. Also, title credit to Yeats 

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

To be fair, most things that ended with Killian and sex tended to be good ideas.

(And led to orgasming until her fucking eyeballs popped.)

They weren’t shy with each other. While Emma may have the emotional maturity of a maple tree, she had never been afraid of her body. After her first fumblings in the back of the bug with Neal, she had gone through the works.

There had been the bartender in Miami with the huge dick and big dissapointment when it turned out he had no idea what to do with it other than insert tab a into tab b.

The mechanic somewhere bumfuck between Portland and Boston who went hard and fast against the wall until she had hissed a warning against leaving marks.

A beautiful brunette with endless curls, doe-eyes, and a mischievous red smile who ate her out until Emma went from suspecting to 100% sure she was a prostitute. She never asked.

There were blondes men and punk women and everything in between until Emma knew to simply flip them on their back, take what she needed, and make a clean getaway before the word ‘breakfast’ could be uttered.

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anonymous asked:

why do you hate skyrim so much, anyway?

To be honest, I don’t… “hate” Skyrim, per-say? Hate’s too strong a word for any game for me, and even then Skyrim isn’t necessarily a terrible game despite how much I dislike it.

Which probably sounds weird, but that’s just me; most games that I dislike aren’t just plain old bad games. I don’t have an emotional dislike of, say, Bubsy, or Superman 64, or so on. They’re shit games, but there’s nothing particularly redeemable about them. They might have had potential, but it’s more conceptual, rather than being very flawed games with some good ideas (like Gates to Infinity, or Super Mystery Dungeon to a lesser extent).

Anyway, to get back to the question, the reason I don’t like Skyrim is because it feels creatively bankrupt.

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Harvest Moon AU - Zen Heart Events

Black Heart Event

Time: 12PM-6PM; Any season but Winter

Weather: Sunny

Location: Aurora Lake

[You walk into the bottom section of Aurora Lake, which lies south of the Moonlight Mine. Zen frequently can be found practicing the guitar by the lake’s shores, and you walks in on him doing so. He does not notice you at first, and you watch him practice while musical notes appear above his head.]

Zen: They think I’m crazy. ♪ My heartbeat goes up. ♫

Zen: Words cannot express my love for you! ♫♪

Zen: Did you – ack!

[An exclamation point appears above Zen’s head, and he stops playing as he notices you.]

Zen: <MC>, I didn’t see you out there! How long have you been listening?

Zen: …A while, huh? Well, I understand. It’s hard to ignore my alluring presence!

Zen: What brings you this far out of town? 

> [Choice 1] “It’s beautiful out. I wanted to take a walk.”

Zen: Ahh, isn’t it, though? The sound of the wind, the song of the birds, the smell of the flowers drifting on the breeze…

Zen: It’s enough to make a man feel alive, isn’t it?

Zen: Whenever I visit to the lake, I remember why I moved to Mystic Valley in the first place. The fresh air has a way of making my soul feel… clean.

Zen: I always come out here to practice. Would you like to listen for a while? I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

[You nod and walk over to sit by Zen. Go to [A]

> [Choice 2] “I wanted to see you, my darling Zenny-zen♥”

(Zen blushes)

Zen: Hahaha, wow! Are you a fan?

Zen: Jeez, I’m so lucky… someone as cute as you was looking for me?

Zen: Well, come on over. I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

[You nod and walk over to sit by Zen. Go to [A]

> [Choice 3] “I was headed to the mine, when I heard you playing…”

Zen: I guess you’d have to pass me if you wanted to get there, huh?

Zen: I’m surprised you go in there… but I guess there’s stuff you need in the dirt. Ores for your tools, minerals to sell…

Zen: It’s filled with monsters though, right? I hope you’re careful.

Zen: I’d hate to see someone as cute as you end up in the clinic.

Zen: How about you take a break and listen to me for a while? I’ll play you something a bit more polished.

Zen: Back-breaking labor can wait a few minutes, right?


[Zen plays another song, musical notes appearing above his head as he strums. When he’s finished, he looks to you.]

Zen: That’s one of the first songs I learned how to play. What do you think?

> [Choice 1] “It sounded really nice.”

(Zen +200)

Zen: Thank you! I practice every single day. I have to, if I’m ever going to be a success.

Zen: Well, at least…

[Go to [B]

> [Choice 2] “That’s one of the songs in the musical Dandelion, right?”

(Zen +500)

Zen: You’re right! It’s the opening number! Wow, how did you know?

Zen: You must really like musicals.

Zen: It’s always been my dream to be in a production of Dandelion. Or… well, any musical really, haha.

Zen: Singing, acting, being on stage – it’s my dream. And every day, I’m out here practicing until I can make my dream come true.

Zen: Well, at least…

[Go to [B]

> [Choice 3] “That’s not really the kind of music I like…”

(Zen -200)

Zen: O-oh, ahaha…

Zen: It’s from a musical, but I guess that sort of thing isn’t for everyone.

Zen: They’re what I love, though. Musicals.

Zen: There’s just about the singing and the dancing – I feel like you can really feel the heart and soul that the actors put into the production.

Zen: Well, at least…


Zen: That’s what I tell myself when it seems hard to keep going.

Zen: The road to stardom isn’t an easy one, and I’d be lying if I said it never got rough, but…

Zen: It’s a small price to pay for your dreams, huh?

Zen: I figure you’d understand, given that you took over that old farm-plot and all. It can’t be easy, and it also can’t have been a popular decision among your friends and family.

Zen: I mean, who decides to drop society and run off to become a farmer, anyway?

Zen: –Ah, sorry! Don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment.

Zen: My family… wanted me to be plain. Dull. Boring. To just follow along with the crowd, and to be exactly like everyone else.

Zen: I know what you’re thinking! With a face like mine, how could I be destined for anything but show business?

Zen: …But, to them, what was most important… was being normal.

Zen: So anyone who forges their own path and carves their own destiny like you… well! I think that’s a pretty admirable person.

Zen: Anyway, sorry for keeping you. I’m sure you’re busy.

Zen: Come see me any time, okay? ♥ I’m always happy to have an audience.


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Body Heat

Summary: You and Sam check into your motel to find there’s only one bed, and well, you know how that always goes…

Relationship: Sam Drake (Uncharted 4) x Reader

Word Count: 2,080

Warnings: slight NSFW

Authors Note: I actually haven’t posted any of my writings in quite awhile so I’m super excited to write this! That being said, this is my first Uncharted imagine so I hope you all enjoy! Feedback and comments is always appreciated, also let me know if you spot any errors that I missed when I edited this. Thank you!!

Also, this imagine is open for a possible part two so please let me know if that’s something y'all would like!


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Kpop1237: Hello! I saw you posted your first HC (loved it btw!!) and decided to request one. RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC at a coffee shop. Either they work there, MC works there, or just meeting there in general. How would they go about asking them out?

Aww! Thanks Kpop1237! We really appreciate it! And, thank you all for all your support recently, everyone! ~Admin Mazz

AWW SO CUTE! This is was so fun to write! Thanks so so much for the love! We both really appreciate it! ^///^ Really hope everyone enjoys these HC, including you Kpop1237! Hope it isn’t too long hehehe.. ~Admin Lily 


  • Jaehee doesn’t get many breaks poor angel
  • But, when she does, she loves to go to the café
  • Coffee runs in her veins anyways
  • Work was the last thing on her mind
  • All she wanted was to relax while drinking a nice warm cappuccino
  • As she pulled out her wallet, she walked up to the counter to see MC standing behind the register
  • She had such a big smile on her face, “Hello! How may I help you today?”
  • She seems really nice
  • While she’s making Jaehee’s cappuccino, she begins to easily make small talk
  • At one point, she brought up Zen’s latest movie
  • Fangirl mode activated
  • That was all Jaehee needed
  • She liked this MC and wouldn’t mind talking to her again
  • And again, and again, and again
  • They became pretty close, you know?
  • MC was just so supportive and sweet and always there for Jaehee! She really was… cute!
  • Jaehee began to feel the butterflies
  • MC was really cute aww! <3
  • Maybe, Jaehee should try and ask MC out?
  • Wait, no way! They both have too much work to do and why would she be interested.
  • But… maybe it’d be worth a try?
  • One day, as they sat together and started talking, like they normally did, it just slipped out
  • “MC… you know I… like you a lot, right? And-And I appreciate you being my friend.”
  • MC is literally thinking “booyah”
  • “Did you know that I happen to like you a lot too,” MC would reply with a smile
  • “So, would that mean you’d like to come with me, not on a day out, but… as a date?”
  • “I’m pretty sure I’d love to.” GUYS THE FEELS RN SO SWEET


  • Okay, this boy works so hard (at LOLOL of course)
  • Sometimes he’s gotta go out and get a latté because being the top guild is rough, okay?
  • But the coffee place isn’t that big
  • And its packed
  • Yoosung had just snagged a table
  • Oops, but someone else had sat down at the other side too
  • Guess who lol
  • MC and Yoosung just looked at each other in surprise
  • Should I stand up…?
  • But MC just started giggling
  • Hey… she’s kinda cute, isn’t she?
  • “Hi!” MC would hold out her hand, “I’m MC, and you’re trying to steal my table.”
  • Yoosung laughed nervously at her joke and shook her hand, “uh, sorry. I’m Yoosung Kim.”
  • She doesn’t make him move, though, she just starts a conversation
  • And oml is that hard for him
  • Cute girl + nerd equals train wreck
  • Very stuttery and has rosy cheeks
  • He tells he’s a college student and she immediately bombards him with questions
  • She seems so fascinated
  • But, he’s really not a good student atm
  • He switches the convo and starts asking about MC
  • And, he starts to like her even more
  • Their convo seems to go on forever
  • But, her coffee is gone
  • “Oh, so you’re leaving, huh?” Yoosung asks in disappointment
  • “Other people need tables, don’t they?” She would smile
  • “Um, hey. Is there any way I could talk to you again?”
  • “well, you could ask for my number,” she would hint flirtatiously, “or you could ask me if I’d like to come back for more coffee sometime.”
  • Yoosung blushed but he was smiling, “I’ll do both. How does that sound?”
  • Did Yoosung just get a girl’s number??
    Yoosung got a girl’s number!
    see even losers like have a chance
  • Then again he’s adorbs so


  • Okay, so Zen has been to many coffee shops, and let’s just say it usually ends up in a pretty bad situation.
  • It’s not that the café itself that’s bad, it’s just that…
  • Someone finds out who he is and his fans begin to swarm the café.
  • So, he rarely goes into them unless he’s in dire of need of coffee or something to eat.
  • Well, the day he meets MC is one of those days.
  • Zen had gotten off of work late, and was pretty much starving for some type of food.
  • Near the practice hall was a little café about a five minute walk from.
  • It was almost midnight, so he decided to take the chance and enter the café.
  • There only seemed to be one guy working the station at the moment,
  • which was a relief.
  • Just wait Zen it gets better
  • When he gave his order, the barista called out for someone in the back.
  • A really cute girl comes out in an apron.
  • The previous barista switches place with her to make his order done
  • Here comes the small talk.
  • She introduced herself as MC, and Zen thought she was the sweetest girl he’s seen.
  • It’s past midnight already  and she had more energy than a normal person should have around the time.
  • “Oh it’s because I had like three cups of coffee! Gotta stay awake for late night people like yourself!”
  • Throughout the whole chat, never did once MC bring up that he was an actor.
  • She treated him like a normal person
  • He took his drink and gave a farewell to MC, promising to come back.
  • He’ll be back in a hour 4 u MC
  • After his first encounter, he came back after every practice.
  • MC was always there to welcome him, and each day their conversations changed.
  • He told him about his new role in the play, and she seemed enamored
  • “I didn’t know you had a new role! I knew you were an actor, but I didn’t want to seem like every other person and fan over you…”
  • That was one of the things that made him want to see  MC over and over again.
  • She treated him like a normal person.
  • He learned that she was just working these night time shifts for some extra cash
  • “How’d it go? Your practice?”
  • “I went alright… Say, MC? How’d you like to go to dinner with me a night instead of working here?” hides nervousness like a true actor
  • MC is overjoyed, “I’d love to!”


  • Jumin rarely goes out like this due to the fact that reporters would usually swarm him
  • So he usually has Jaehee get him his coffee
  • However, even our little angel Jaehee can get sick sometimes and Jumin has to take matters into his own hands
  • He began to start searching for a café that delivers
  • Score, he found one
  • Guess who delivered
  • MC, lookin all nice and cute in her little uniform delivered the coffee
  • Jumin wanted to take it and go, but MC tried to start a small convo
  • “Hello, sir!”
  • “Um, good morning.”
  • “Wow this place is big. Is the intern out or something?”
  • “Um, yes, she is.”
  • “Hope she feels better. Have a good day, Mr. Han.”
  • “How do you know my name?”
  • Awkwardly points to name on coffee cup
  • “Oh. Yes, have a good day.” notorious Jumin throat clearing
  • She gave him such a bright smile
  • And that coffee was goood
  • He saw on the receipt the name of the creator and it was the same as the girl who delivered
  • Even though Jaehee came back, he wants more of that coffee so he ordered again but specifically asked for “MC”
  • MC came back and gave him another bright smile that morning, ‘so you liked my coffee huh? Here you are.”
  • “Thank you, MC.”
  • “Oh! Someone who used my name!” MC said, teasingly, but it kind of went over Jumin’s head
  • Oh my god, this coffee is so good
  • Jaehee never has to get Jumin coffee again cuz good ol’ MC is his new personal coffee girl
  • Convos became a little more than just small talk
  • MC’s always asking how his week went and he’d explain business statistics and crap
  • But, wait, she’d understand?
  • She went to business school for a while which is astounding to him.
  • She begins to help him with his ideas and promos, and he’s so thankful
  • This girl is so strange, he’s never met anyone like her
  • He actually becomes really interested in her
  • So much so that he wants to see her more often, so he offers her a job there
  • Happily, she takes it and quits her coffee job
  • For a while, they work together and she makes him his favorite coffee without him asking
  • He really starts to like MC
  • So much so that Jaehee recommends that he ask her on a date
  • And he takes it like what that actually worked
  • And, guess what she said: “Took you long enough!” thats a yes btw
  • This boy has a lot on his mind alright
  • Always workin and hackin so coffee is his life
  • And he thinks cafes are such cute little places with cute little human beings to swarm~
  • And cute girls too
  • This one day, as he was enjoying his third coffee while bein on his nice laptop, he noticed a girl walk into the café
  • She was really pretty like oml the kind of pretty that makes you widen your eyes and try to look away to not seem like a creep
  • And Seven wasn’t any different
  • But, since he was so close, he could hear what the girl was saying
  • “How may I help you?”
  • “Um, hi… Hey, your name’s Mario. Isn’t that Italian? I heard Italians are so good at making coffee because they naturally like to espresso themselves~”
  • Omg Seven was ready to explode he spit up his coffee a little
  • “Har har…” Poor Mario where did he go wrong he just works there
  • Seven loved this girl already he had to get to know her name or something
  • “Name?”
  • “MC,” she giggled pretty girl giggle
  • Okay, okay, Seven think
  • He had a ton of great ideas, but they were lost… somewhere… in his brain
  • She had already grabbed her coffee so Seven gave up, thinking maybe it wasn’t meant to be anyways
  • Suddenly, Seven noticed the girl had placed her coffee down on his table
  • “I’m so sorry,” MC apologized, “just trying to get the keys out of my purse”
  • “No problem” Seven said with a smile don’t be stupid don’t be stupid
  • MC gave him a smile and a wave before grabbing her coffee and going to leave
  • This trainwreck grabbed his coffee and went to take a sip, but he realized “Seven” wasn’t written on his cup
  • He ran out to MC and called, “wait! Wrong coffee”
  • MC turned around and glanced at the name on her coffee before laughing nervously, “oops! Sorry!”
  • “You know…” be prepared here comes the pun “stealing someone’s coffee is called ‘mugging’, you know?”
  • She bursted out laughing nailed it
  • Seven was successfully able to ask her for her number and she happily gave it to him
  • Cafés are such quaint little spaces and V loves to take pictures of them even tho, ya know, he can’t really see
  • He usually goes to smaller cafes to limit his chances of being swarmed with fans and artists (he is famous)
  • One day, he got himself a nice cup of coffee while he began to observe his surroundings
  • Then, the magical camera was pulled out and he began to take pictures
  • Took pictures of the workers, the windows, the customers
  • At one point he pointed up to take a picture of the door, but a girl had walked in and looked at him in shock
  • She was beautiful prettier than that witch Rika that’s for sure
  • V immediately apologized, “excuse me! Just taking some pictures, don’t mind me.”
  • “Of me?” MC asked with a nervous giggle
  • “Hold that smile!” V said before finding the perfect angle and snapping a picture “very lovely.”
  • MC blushed, ‘aww, thank you, Mr…?”
  • “Call me V.” he smiled
  • “V… Um, alright.”
  • “Do you, uh… come here often?” smooth V real smooth I bet she’s never heard that one before
  • “Well, yeah. This is my favorite café.” she has, but she doesn’t mind it when it’s from this blue-haired cutie
  • “Ah… Well, I should be going. Thank you!”
  • “Bye, V.”
  • Guess which café V went to again?
  • He was obviously really hopeful in seeing MC again because MC is infinitely times better than Rika
  • Overjoyed, he sorta sees her in her cute little dress and he pulls out his camera to take a picture
  • Of course, at the perfect timing she looks up at the lens as he takes it it’s not creepy if it’s true love guys
  • She lets out a laugh and he looks embarrassed, “Sorry, I-uh…”
  • “I didn’t think you’d come back,” she smiles
  • “Well, I mean it’s a lovely little café. Perfect for pictures.”
  • “I see…” MC began to blush as she messed with her fingers, “Um, hey V? Would you say yes if I offered to buy you coffee?”
  • “I don’t see why I wouldn’t,” he’d smile, “as long as you’d help me take more pictures.”
  • “Sounds fair,” she smiled brightly.
  • I can totally see Saeran working at a small coffee shop because it’s just so calming to make all these drinks and talking to a person only a few seconds at a time
  • Especially since this boy can be really intimidating
  • I bet you he likes all the nice plants that surround the building too
  • The people can get annoying though
  • Because some actually try to start a conversation
  • MC is one of those people
  • “Hello, how are you?” she would smile
  • “What can I get you?” trying so hard to ignore this human being and do his job
  • “Um, you pick.”
  • Really. “Me?”
  • “Yeah. You,” she smiled.
  • She had such a big smile
  • “Well, alright. What’s the name?”
  • “MC.”
  • Of course, as she leaves she says his name, “thank you, Saeran.” Which doesn’t happen often to him
  • “Uh, no problem?” He hands her the coffee and she pays him
  • The day goes smoothly and Saeran thinks nothing of it
  • The next day the girl comes back, “Hello, Saeran!”
  • “Hi…” Not her again, “What can I get you?”
  • “You pick.”
  • Again, he picks and thinks nothing of it
  • But she keeps coming again and again and asks the same thing
  • He sees it as almost an attack or something he just doesn’t get it
  • “Is there something you want from me?” he’d snap
  • MC would be so calm “I don’t want anything from you. You just seem nice”
  • Her smile is just… so bright and her eyes are so sparkly
  • Saeran didn’t know what to do then
  • Nice? Nice?? Huh… She thinks he’s nice
  • “Okay,” he sighed, “well, I’ll get you your coffee”
  • This poor guy finds it so hard to say this “Have a good day”
  • MC just gives him her stupid bright smile with her eyes lighting up, “thank you! You too, Saeran”
  • After that, he starts to adjust to her
  • “Hey MC.” She’s such a nice girl she always asks him how his day is going
  • One day, he’s having a rough day and MC noticing so she buys a coffee for him too because he mentioned that it was his favorite
  • “Hope that makes your day better, Saeran”
  • Of course it does, he loves the gesture but he doesn’t show it
  • Finally one day he asks, “Uh, hey MC. Why do you come here so often to see me?”
  • “I told you I like you.”
  • “Alright, well, maybe we should actually hang out sometime?”
  • “As in a date?” happiness levels at max
  • Immediate blush, “no, just… a hangout.” yeah, a date don’t lie
  • “Of course I’d love to.”
Poppies [A DR2 Komahina AU Fic]

I got the idea from an unusual AU fic ideas post. That’s all I will say. Enjoy!



“Welcome to Jabberwock Flowers.

Hajime looked around the small flower shop. He’d passed by it on his walk to work several times, but never set foot in it until today. Behind the counter was an unhealthily pale young man around his age. His sickly white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was smiling at him.

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insaneartistoflegacysystems  asked:

continuing from my curiousity post, is there anything from 343i era that you did like/enjoy/whatever? i honestly enjoy hearing your criticism on this stuff, and hope i'm not bothering you.

you’re not bothering me, i like you. you’re actually asking questions and expressing interest in my views and not just typing lore at me, expecting it to make me suddenly enjoy it. let’s get serious for a moment, at least about the art design

This is kind of a hard question to answer. Does that make me sound biased? Yeah, it does. But let me try and explain it from my own critical perspective. My answer is both yes and no. Believe it or not, but there’s a bit of material I do like. The few Spartan-IV armors they nail look genuinely great, and their UNSC vehicle designs are generally good. The idea of discovering other ancient Forerunner secrets is also a nice area to explore (not the whole “living Forerunner wants to murder everyone and we have screaming skeleton robots part, though). Same goes for the Elite civil war, even if it’s basically not covered in the game. Now I know that “yes and no” sounds contradictory, but the reasoning boils down to 343i’s botched execution of these designs/ideas.

See, Halo 4 drastically changed the art direction of the series. This was a studio choice first, so don’t hit me with that “But in the lore-” No. Lore does not dictate art direction and game design to this extent, and if it does, you’re doing it wrong. Master Chief looks entirely different, and so does every weapon and vehicle on the Dawn, including the ship itself. This is a change in art direction. As a result of this change, everything in the previous games retroactively gains this 343i art direction, like the Spartans in the H4 opening. This ends up becoming a problem, along with being something that alienates older fans, because there’s no transition from the old to the new.

When Chief meets the Infinity and the Spartan-IVs, you’re not really seeing an H3-era Spartan meeting the H4-era ones. Chief is already wearing the same armor they are, he’s using the same Assault Rifle version as them, and he’s been driving the same Warthog version as them, despite having been lost in space for four years. On top of that, the Infinity has the same interior design as the Dawn. There’s no disconnect between the old and new, so what’s supposed to feel like an impact, contacting humanity and seeing these high-tech Spartans, isn’t.

The Covenant are also particularly bad, considering 343i made an excuse for the art direction in H4 while not acting on it in H5 when they had the chance. You may or may not remember in 2012 when the H4 Covenant were first revealed. Well, some fans didn’t really approve of the new burly, rugged Elites, the dinosaur-like Jackals, and the…whatever they did to the Grunts. Naturally, they asked about the sudden changes in biology. 343i responded, telling us that the Covenant seen in H4 are essentially a different ethnicity compared to ones seen in the trilogy. It’s shallow, but it makes sense and I can accept it. Then comes Halo 2 Anniversary. We’re given a glimpse of Arbiter and his boys in the H4/5 era, and they look like the classic slender Elites! Maybe 343i was improving with their art direction and beginning to mesh the old and new styles together. If anything, the visuals of H2A prove it.

But they didn’t.

Halo 5 releases, and Arbiter’s boys are just the burly H4/5 Elites in red armor. Even Arbiter himself has a different face and build. No classic Covenant assets appear in the game. They could’ve easily drawn a clear distinction between Arbiter’s boys and Jul’s boys by giving one faction the super-smooth new vehicles and the other the old industrial ones. H2A’s direction was only there to tease fans with nostalgia. It was a metaphorical slap to the face.

Now the Forerunner stuff. Oh no. What a travesty. Forerunner architecture and machinery is arguably what makes Halo’s aesthetic, for obvious reasons. It’s iconic and mysterious, and it’s what gives the game its visual identity. Buildings are made of slate, feature many angles, and you occasionally get some light beams or mysterious pulse launchers with them. 343i does away with that, opting to instead copy Tron: Legacy. I’m not joking. Watch the movie, and look at the environments on the outskirts of the city. Giant, angled buildings, yes, but in a sharp, crude form, adorned with constant glowing highlights. Change the colors from blue/black to orange/gray, make some parts of the buildings float inexplicably, and there you go. Halo 4/5′s Forerunner architecture. It manages to feel more bland and uninspired than the literal slate shapes from Halo: CE.

Again, Forerunner assets fall victim to there being no transition between old and new. “But Dick, we see Sentinels in Halo 4 and Constructors in Halo 5!” You’re right. We see Sentinels. Twice. In the whole game. In empty rooms. All they do is leave when you enter. We see Constructors. Twice. In the whole game. In empty areas. They just flutter around, then fuck off. There’s no interaction between the traditional Forerunner junk and the Promethean junk, so to the average player, it’s just replacement junk.

I know I kinda derailed this into shitting on the art direction, but trying to enjoy what 343i puts on the table ends up sliding down this slope for me. It’s also 6am.

tl;dr - 343i stuff looks good when used for distinctly un-Halo things, [x] [x] [x], and their stubbornness on not acknowledging classic art direction just detracts from their games

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I have combined two requests for this fic as I am not 100% confident with my smut writing. Also the second request is from an anon who originally requested it from @storiesaboutvan . So thank you anon for passing your request on to me! Hope this is okay, sorry it’s kinda short! 

For any smut requests I receive from now on I will be passing them onto @mintyvan as she is incredible! And not just at smut. Check her out!! X

I feel so awkward about posting this oh man, smut is not my thing. I feel like it reads really awkwardly?? Idk. 

Request: “hello! this isn’t necessarily smut and idk how you feel abt writing smut but could you do a fix where *the reader* gives van a lap dance? like something intimate/sensual :)”

Request: “Okay not sure if this smut counts as kinky but hear this: Van seated on a chair, hands tied on his back. Therefore, he cannot touch the reader. She undresses him and herself, she’s a tease. Obviously, consensual. Like they’ve been a couple for a long time and decided to try new stuff.”


You still remembered the first time you had sex with Van all those years ago in the untucked sheets of his tiny mattress that sat in the corner of his little bedroom at the BnB, hoping no one heard you. It was messy and chaotic teenage sex that was full of bad moves and awkward sounds, rushed actions and heavy breaths, teeth and tongue and everything in between. It was completely ungraceful and not at all poetic but it was passionate and it was the closest you and he could be physically and that was something profoundly important to the both of you. 

One night, you and Van were curled up together in the bath like yin and yang, sat facing each other. You were laughing and flirting like there was no tomorrow and were treating yourselves to chocolate dipped strawberries. As the flirting escalated, you began to take turns lustfully detailing every little thing you wanted to do to the other. Between giggles and blushing cheeks, something that you loved you and Van still got with one another, you had both agreed it was time to change things up a little; try something new. Something sexy, intimate, sensual…the works. Van left it up to you to decide what that was.

While Van dried himself off after the bath, you’d drawn the curtains in the living room and cleared some space and set up a chair. You had an idea and weren’t sure if it’d work, but Van, who was unaware of your plan was a more than willing participant. You led him delicately by the hand into the room and sat him down on the chair. He followed your guidance, your heart was racing. Would he be into this?

“Okay so you know how we said we should spice things up a little? I have an idea…” 

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Brendon Urie's Stylist on the Panic! at the Disco Singer's Colorful Tailormade Style: Exclusive

For Panic! at the Disco frontman Brendon Urie, the embrace of “emo” spans at least a decade. But thanks to stylist Anthony Franco, the band is changing its tune, donning a new, colorfully clad style.

The self-taught designer and stylist first cut his teeth in the ‘80s and '90s dressing Janet Jackson, Boyz II Men and Lauryn Hill and outfitting MC Hammer for his “2 Legit 2 Quit” video. “When you come from making clothes for stars, you can’t give it up, which is why I like working with Panic!,” Franco tells Billboard in an exclusive interview.

After being introduced to the Las Vegas-bred group through their Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour director – who Franco worked with while styling Fall Out Boy – it was a match made in sartorial heaven. “I just threw a whole bunch of stuff in my bag from working on films like Waterworld and X-Men, made a bunch of sh–, met the boys, and they were like, 'We love you,’” he recalls. “They were babies, 17 to 20 years old, and I was already in my 30s, but from that point on, I became really close with them and have literally done every single thing with the band and Brendon since.”

How would you describe Brendon’s style?

The thing I love about the band is they’re from Vegas, so they kinda had a Rat Pack vibe with emo elements to them. With all groups, it’s the singer who usually has their individual style, and Brendon will wear anything I ask him to. He trusts me, and that’s a big thing; when an artist does not allow their stylist or creative team to help them create an image, a lot of times it looks like it’s forced. Personally, I can’t think of anyone out there with his sense of style. He loves his shiny fabrics, has stage presence, and to me, he’s always been a one-man show. He does take over, and the fans love it, and it’s great.

He seems to be a big fan of colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets, along with high-collar shirts. Is that your influence? 

Yeah, the high-collar thing came about when we were doing the “Hallelujah” video, where it’s a play on clergymen in a confessional. Instead of doing the band in collars – which is a direct reference to priesthood – we implemented that element into the shirts by raising the collar up. I love how Karl Lagerfeld dresses with his collars, so that’s what we go for. It gives an emperor’s look as opposed to looking like a preacher.


Brendon @brendonurie @panicatthedisco ready to give you an amazing performance tonite on @fallontonight - #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #tonight

A post shared by Anthony Franco (@afrancodesigner) on Jan 19, 2017 at 5:01pm PST

What about the colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets?

This started around the '05 Vaudeville eyeliner emo look, but I began noticing that the clothing started to elevate itself with shine and color. I wasn’t so nervous about it since I knew Brendon could pull it off, but it was also something that nobody at the time was doing, and it sort of came across as really Liberace. To avoid looking like a Vegas lounge singer, his fit had to be perfectly tailored and custom-made. I didn’t want to just throw him in clothing that we had to alter but didn’t work for him. As his stylist, I want to make sure that every time he’s out there performing or on the red carpet, he looks different, but it’s still his style.

Is there a pattern or color Brendon wouldn’t wear?

I don’t know if I would ever put him in plaid. I like textures, and leopard works perfectly for him. I think there is not a color now that we haven’t used. That’s why when we did the Grammy red carpet, we went for a clean slate with the white tux with silver thread in it and a fattened collared shirt (exclusive sketch below). Kind of like [Grammy-nominated best rock album] Death of a Bachelor, where a bride wears white. We flew in the shiny fabric from London, and I made the full look (tux, pant and shirt) within a week, because I have his pattern down perfectly. That’s fast for us, but with him, I don’t like to do things with too much of a lead time because we’re so creative we might change our minds. His fans love him, and it’s nice when they get in really close and can spot a new detail within that look.

What influences Brendon’s style the most: comfortability or design interest?

Since he’s an active performer, his pants have a little stretch in them, and his shoes have to be super comfortable. But up top, he will wear anything. I also have to be aware of sweating because he’s performing, so I will never use wool. He’ll start the show looking head-to-toe perfect and will start stripping stuff off, and before you know it, he ends up shirtless. [Laughs] For him, I think it’s really about a full look at the beginning, and then he’ll sort of taper down to get himself into it. For the red carpet, he wants to look perfect from head-to-toe.

When it comes to fashion, what excites Brendon?

He’s interesting because we know it’s the element of dress-up, and he knows that people love him for his music and his clothing. He gets inspired by fashion and is not an off-the-rack kind of guy. Brendon will never follow a designer just because everyone else is following a trend. It’s dress-up, but it’s not a costume nor gimmicky.

Brendon @brendonurie looks so good at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards - he’s wearing a custom Diamond White Tuxedo–We’ve done almost every color in the rainbow – This shining beauty is definitely one of my favorites. #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #grammys

A post shared by Anthony Franco (@afrancodesigner) on Feb 13, 2017 at 10:31am PST

How do you keep it from looking gimmicky?

The good thing is, with well-made clothing; it never looks cheap. And we put a lot into making sure the fit of the fabric and details are expensive, a.k.a. well-thought-out and -executed.

When he’s not performing, what does Brendon gravitate towards?

He’s all casual. Jeans, T-shirt, a hoodie and Adidas sneakers. He is straight-up comfort. 

Even at nighttime?

Oh yeah, he would never dress up to go to dinners and stuff like that. That persona of him is strictly  onstage. 


Brendon @brendonurie giving you one hell of a performance yesterday @iheartradio - wearing one of my favorite jackets in Army Green Lacquer ☠️ #brendonurie #iheartradio #performance

A post shared by Anthony Franco (@afrancodesigner) on Sep 25, 2016 at 10:50am PDT

What is your most memorable styling moment with Brendon?

His light-blue jacket with leopard T-shirt from his last tour. A couple, who met at a Panic! concert and eventually got married, sent a photo of their baby dressed up for Halloween in a leopard shirt and blue onesie jacket over it. It was so damn cute, and when fans start re-creating his looks, it’s flattering for us. The most incredible moment was when Brendon met President Obama after performing at the Kennedy Center Honors in a gorgeous bronze tuxedo, which we custom designed. It photographed beautifully, and I felt so proud to see my work on him while meeting the president. 


One of my favorite fashion moments - Brendon @brendonurie & Sarah @sarahurie at the Kennedy Center Honors 2013, both look so stunning wearing my designs. #love #friends

A post shared by Anthony Franco (@afrancodesigner) on Nov 11, 2016 at 2:35pm PST

Sneak Peek for Best Birthday Ever (1/2)

This coming Sunday I will be posting my short little erotic story, Best Birthday Ever.  It started out as a fluffy, smutty off shot to (Don’t) Let Me Go, but I really feel like it became more than that.

It;s two parts, though the first part is pretty self-contained.  The only reason I wrote part two was because it’s Oliver’s Birthday and he needed to have his say.  I’m glad I did.   I kind of love how this entire story came out and I hope you do too!


What if Felicity hadn’t decided to go with a team surprise party for Oliver’s Birthday?

What if she decided she was sick of baby steps and wanted to take some big girl steps?

What if Felicity decided the very best way to celebrate was to make Oliver’s birthday cake and present…well, her?

A sort of “Choose Your Own Adventure” off-shoot/AU of Don’t Let Me Go, branching off after Chapter 3 into a whole other universe.

First two pages under the cut:

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