I really don’t think enough people realize that to be a Christian and also an artist doesn’t mean that you have to label yourself a “Christian artist”. If you write books you don’t have to write solely, Christian labeled books. If ur a painter you don’t just have to paint Jesus on the cross or the tomb He was laid in.
Your art is already inspired by the great creator. Yes, it should have Christian values behind it but it doesn’t have to be put in that category. It doesn’t even need to have crazy themes behind it like C. S. Lewis’ writing does. You can write stories of redemption and adventure without making the main character into a Christian. You can paint inspired pictures of loss and suffering. You can act in a play that isn’t about God.
God is in every aspect of your life already and you can create so many things in His name. But you don’t have to restrict yourself to only making art that’s explicitly “Christian”. Every single piece of art you make can be made with God in mind and can be made for His glory. Be expressive, talk about your struggles, write about the high points and show people your failures.
Create in His name. He takes unimaginable pride in what His artists create. Because He is the great creator, and He is in everything we do.
Create your own art, no matter what form or genre. And, of course, never be afraid to tell people what inspires you. Essentially, just don’t let yourself be put into a bubble that constricts you from your full creative freedom.
Worship through everything that you create and God will take pride in what you do.
IDK if you've watched all of the comic con stuff yet (you can just search it on youtube), but I saw some stuff mentioning female galra and how they're gonna be more prevalent this upcoming season, and I wonder if you have any thoughts on this
Okay so like…
I don’t… say this lightly?
But that beefy lady galra with the pink ears like.
If she wanted to pick me up. Swaddle me in her arms. And carry me into the sunset.
Edward Nygma: oswald cobblepot??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of oswald spill out of jacket] w-what a dummy i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen oh dear [thousands of pictures of oswald scatter across the floor] oh my im holding them for a friend just listen
Komaeda/Hinata scenes in NDRV3: Talent Development Mode
If anyone is interested, I’m posting the transcripts of all the Komahina interactions I’ve come across in this mode so far! It’s basically a Non-Despair AU where everyone (from every game) goes to Hope’s Peak. Since I’m playing on a PS4 I couldn’t take screencaps/video, so I just typed everything they said.
To access these you need to beat NDRV3, have at least 4 V3 characters graduate through the Talent Development Plan, use those characters to obtain currency in Monokuma Dungeon mode, and then use that currency to purchase new characters from DR1/SDR2 at random. Whew! I’ve only managed to unlock Komaeda so far so if there are any more scenes I come across I’ll update this post.
Anyway, transcripts are below the cut! These are from the official English localization so everyone is referred to by their first names.
“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this.” Anthony sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He parked the car in a lot and got out, quickly walking up to the mall entrance.
“Look,” You jogged to catch up to him. “You promised me you’d get me a new bra. And since it’s been about a week since you so rudely ripped mine, it’s about time. How many bras do you think I own anyway?”
Anthony groaned. “I’d buy you every bra in the world if it would make you shut up.”
“My job is to buy you a new bra. Not to be happy about it.”
You stepped into the entrance of the black and pink store, pausing when you realized that Anthony wasn’t following you anymore. You turned around and gave him a look.
“You’re not actually making me go in, right?”
“That depends. Would you rather me run rampant in a lingerie store with your credit card?” you teased.
“Alright fine. I’m coming.”
“You act like it’s a punishment, Ramos,” you said when he caught up with you. “Here’s an entire store filled with beautiful women trying on cute underwear.” You hit his chest and grinned at him. “Make the most of it.”
Leaving him in the middle of the store, you made your way to the demi bra display. You looked through the drawers to find your size, weighing each color and pattern.
“These aren’t very sexy.”
You didn’t look up from your perusal. “The main function of a bra is to hold your tatas up, not to look nice.”
“I liked the one you were wearing in the supply closet.”
You looked up at him. Your pulse picked up slightly as his words brought memories to the surface of your mind, but you quickly tried to hide it. “Fine, Ramos, what would you pick?”
Smirking, he immediately made his way to the lingerie section. Rolling your eyes, you followed.
Anthony picked up several different bras that left very little to the imagination. He handed them to you. “How about these?”
“How do you know my size?”
“I figured if you were gonna make me buy you a new bra, I’d better know which ones would fit. So, I went back to the supply closet and found the size on that bra. Why are there numbers and letters?”
“It’s just…nevermind. Ask the hot size lady to explain it to you.”
“So….are you gonna try these or what?”
You looked down at what was essentially a pile of lace pooled in your hand. “I guess if you’re the one buying it,” you mumbled. You walked over to a sales lady and she showed you to a fitting room but stopped Anthony before he could walk in with you.
“You can wait for your girlfriend on the couch over there.”
“What? She’s not my…fine.”
You walked into the room you were directed to. The lady asked if you needed help but you said you were fine.
Once safely locked inside, you stripped off your shirt and current bra. You tried on a few of the ones Anthony had picked out. They were nice, but you still felt unsure. You looked at yourself through different angles in the mirror, trying to decide if it even looked normal on you. It seemed so fancy; what if you got far with someone and it looked like you were trying too hard? Did it make your back look weird? You encountered the same issue with every bra, and by the time you got to the last one, a low cut, nude bra with navy blue lace running over it, you were on the fence and feeling more than a little insecure.
“Hey Ant?” you asked tentatively. No response. “Ramos?” you said a bit louder.
“You’re a guy right?”
You could barely hear a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah Y/N….I’m pretty sure you know I’m a guy.”
You pursed your lips. “I just…” You cracked the door of the dressing room open slightly, peeking only your head out. “I need your opinion,” you whispered. You looked around for the sales woman.
“What?” Anthony stood off the couch and slid his phone into his back pocket. You motioned for him to come over. “What do you need?”
“I…can you just-” you sighed and grabbed him by the middle of his shirt, pulling him into the room with you. You locked the door and leaned against it. Knowing Anthony was standing behind you, watching with careful eyes, you felt your body start to heat up. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him. “Does this look okay? Like is it…hot?”
Anthony stared at you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t read his expression, but his mouth hung open slightly. “Ant?” you asked meekly. You felt the desperate need to cover up and wrapped your arms around your stomach.
Anthony cleared his throat. “It’s um, it’s good.”
“Are you sure?” you looked down at yourself.
“Trust me. You wanted a guy’s opinion and I’m giving it. You look really, really sexy right now.” he said breathlessly.
“Do I actually?” You walked past him and looked in the mirror.
“Yeah, I uh…yeah.”
You smirked and turned around to face him. “Is the great Anthony Ramos having some issues right now?” you teased.
You were slightly taken aback by his response. “Dude, I was kidding.” You walked over and reached up to pull a hair off his shirt. He grabbed your wrist quickly.
“I’m not.” Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart started to hammer. “And you’re moving into seriously dangerous territory right now.”
“Honestly, Ramos. You’re not scary at all. You’re a teddy bear.”
He stepped closer to you and you were suddenly very aware that you were half naked. “Was I a teddy bear when I fucked you against a wall?”
“You didn’t fuck me against a wall, you fucked me on a couch in your dressing room.”
He smirked. “The intention was there.”
You pressed against him. “But your dick wasn’t.”
“You know what’s better than fucking you against a wall?”
You sighed. “I don’t know, Ramos. What?” He grabbed your biceps and pushed you until you felt cool glass hit your back.
“Fucking you against a mirror.” He dipped his head down and started to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath and put your hand through his hair, arching into him.
“Ant?” Your voice was small and shaky. “Here?”
He smirked against your skin. “Sounds kinda fun, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds, um, risky.” You swallowed hard.
“Let me get this straight, you’ll fuck in your place of work but not in a Victoria’s Secret?”
You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Pro tip, Ramos. If you wanna have sex with a girl, maybe you should be nice to her.”
“I’ve never been nice to you and that didn’t stop you before.”
You smiled widely. “Thanks for admitting that you’re a total asshole.” Anthony rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t need to stay here. I can walk home.” You reached back and started to unhook the bra. You paused before pulling it off.
“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stop taking your clothes off, you’re bra shopping with the wrong guy.”
You took the bra off and shoved it against his chest. “Go pay for this, douchebag,” you said, raising your eyebrows at how he obviously moved his gaze to your bare chest.
Anthony smirked and grabbed the bra. “Sure thing, princess.”
You sighed and fell back against the door. What was that about? The first time had been in the heat of the moment, maybe a mistake even, but this was calculated. He wanted you, and part of you hated to admit it, but you knew that you wanted him too. It was something in the way he kissed you. It made your knees go weak.
You quickly got dressed and walked out to see him waiting for you.
“That’s a big bag for one bra, Ramos.”
“I picked up a few things on my way out.” You moved to take the bag from him but he pulled back before you could. “Know the meaning of the word surprise?”
“You say that like you’re going to see me in these.” You reached for the bag again.
“I fully intend to, princess.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Don’t get pouty.” he teased. “Come on let’s go.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“I bought them, you model. It’s an easy deal.”
“Can’t get girls to undress for you by yourself, Ramos,” you teased.
“I think we both know what I can do to a girl. Right, Y/L/N?”
“Whatever. It was just work stress. And it happened one time so you can’t keep bringing it up like it meant something.”
“It meant that no matter what you say, you think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.”
“Well I could say the same for you Mister ‘Parade-around-in-your-underwear-for-me.’”
“Hey, I never denied thinking you’re hot. I just said you’re bossy and annoying and sooo uptight and-”
“Yeah we get it!” You snapped. You could hear Anthony laughing, but you were too distracted looking at yourself in the mirror. He had chosen a black lacy bra with a sheer corset hanging down, complete with matching lace panties and garter hook to attach to the black stockings. It was…intense, but you didn’t hate it.
“Relax, Y/L/N. You really need to unwind.” His mouth dropped open when you walked out of his bedroom wearing the complicated piece of lingerie.
“I really don’t think this counts as a bra, Ramos.”
He regained his composure and smirked at you. “It holds the tatas up, doesn’t it?”
You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t use my words against me.”
“You know, there’s one way that it wouldn’t count as a bra.”
“If you took it off.” You rolled your eyes at him but he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be holding up the tatas anymore, would it? In fact, I can think of something much better to hold them.”
“Oh yes.” He wiggled his fingers at you.
“You’re not complaining.”
You leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “You know it really is amazing how much I seem to turn you on, Ramos.”
“Is it a crime to get a boner by looking at an attractive woman in lingerie?”
“If it was, you’d have to be punished.”
“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened in horror.
“No! Not like-that’s it I’m leaving.” You went back into the bedroom to change.
“Suit yourself but I was ready to have some fun.” You rolled your eyes and didn’t respond, opting to pull your pants and shirt on instead. “C’mon Y/N.” You sighed at the way he said your name, your first name. “It’s been a week since it happened and we haven’t talked about it outside of the jokes everyone makes.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you could tell he was leaning against the door.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pulled the door open and he stood up quickly, looking over your now clothed figure. You grabbed your jacket and purse off his table. “It was a mistake. We were stressed. It’s not gonna happen again, and it didn’t mean anything.” You said firmly. Anthony’s eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the ground. “Consider it talked about.” You moved towards his door.
“Wait! Let me take you back.” Anthony grabbed the edge of the door.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s New York City, Ramos. I’ll catch a cab.” You tried to pull the door open further but he stopped you again.
“Just let me be nice, Y/L/N.”
You searched his eyes for an ulterior motive, but he seemed to be, for once in his life, serious. So you let him drive you home.
Two show days were becoming your worst nightmare. Not only did they take up the entire day so that there was no possibility of getting anything else done, but you spent the entire day with Anthony. You had been avoiding him semi-successfully since your modeling career had abruptly ended, but you two were co-workers and it was getting harder and harder to avoid run-ins with him, especially when the rest of the cast was always speculating about your lives.
“So they’re not together,” you heard Pippa ask Renee in a stage whisper.
Renee shook her head. “They were finally starting to get along too.”
“I think it’s only a matter of time,” said the third Schuyler sister. “Do you see the way he looks at her?”
The girls shuffled away to take their marks for A Winter’s Ball and you sighed, thinking about what they said. Did he really look at you a certain way?
As if your thoughts of him conjured him up, Anthony brushed past you to make his way to the stage, not apologizing in the slightest, and hey-ing across the stage with Lin and Leslie.
You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. Maybe it was an honest mistake.
But it was Anthony. It was never an honest mistake with him.
Jon witnessed your anger and started to snicker lightly. You glared at him and he held his hands up innocently. You huffed and sat down on the stairs. You just wanted to go home. Two show days really were the worst.
You put your head between your hands. Everything was just so confusing. You went from hating him, to sleeping with him, to some weird and awkward friendship, and apparently back to hating him again all in one month. You preferred it back when he was nothing more to you than an annoying bug buzzing in your ear, but somehow everything felt bigger than that now.
“Maybe you should just fuck him again. Seemed to work last time.”
You sighed and rubbed your face. “Or I could quit and not have to deal with him ever again.”
Anthony chose that fantastic moment to come back from the stage, waiting for his Helpless cue. “You’re quitting?” You couldn’t read his face.
“I never said-”
“Wow, Y/N. That seems like something you’d tell your friends.”
You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ramos. I wasn’t aware we were friends.”
He glared at you then looked back at the stage. It was time for him to go back. “Whatever. I have to go.”
And he did, without looking back.
You were on edge for the rest of the night. You were stuck in a limbo between wanting to scream and punch and wall and wanting to sit down and just give up. You couldn’t understand how Ramos had such an effect on you. He was pissed at you, so what? It wasn’t the first time. You couldn’t figure out why, though. As far as you were concerned he was the one who decided to act like a dick out of nowhere again. You had been trying to reach him somehow but no matter what things were tense and awkward, and you were convinced that had to be his fault.
You were packing up your things after the show when he came up to you again. You thought it was Alex Lacamoire coming to ask you about a tech problem again. “Alex, I’m really tired. Can we talk about the orchestra thing tomorrow?”
You turned around and sighed again when you saw him. Crossing your arms, you stared at him tiredly. “What do you want, Ramos?”
“You’re actually quitting.” His voice sincere, but there was still an edge to it.
“I told you. I never said I was quitting. I was just having a conversation when you decided to come in and twist things,” you said defensively.
He smirked. A calm, over-confident, Ramos type smirk. “Hostile.”
“I can’t deal with this right now.” You turned back around and stuffed your phone charger in your purse. “I think you should leave.”
“I like how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said. You refused to respond. You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “I’m not gonna leave.”
“Because I have to talk to you, and it would be decent of you to listen.” You faced him. He didn’t look like he was kidding.
“Fine.” You leaned against the table your purse and coat were sitting on and stared him down. “Speak.”
“I’m not a dog, Y/L/N.”
“Maybe not in the physical definition,” you mumbled under your breath.
“Hey, at least I’m not a bitch,” he shot back.
You slammed your hands on the table behind you. “You said you had something to tell me. So tell me and then just leave.” You were starting to shake.
“I just wanna know why the fuck you’ve been little Miss Heartless and acting like I stepped on your pet or something. Why are you avoiding me like the plague? What did I do?”
Your brow creased. That was not what you were expecting. “I’m not avoiding you.”
“Bullshit. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”
“Didn’t seem to bother you two months ago. You need to stop pretending, Ramos.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that!” you cut him off before he could speak. “You are pretending and you know it! You keep acting there’s something between us, and there’s not! So we fucked one time and we had to deal with that! Whatever! It doesn’t change anything! Doesn’t change that you hate me and that I-” Words caught in your throat. You felt like you were choking. You- you what? What could you say?
He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you couldn’t say that you hated him. It just wasn’t true anymore. “And I just really can’t work with you so…so yeah maybe quitting isn’t the worst idea.”
You frowned. “I’m sorry? Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life?”
“I said no! You’re way too fucking good at your job to quit because of me-”
“I don’t care! You can’t tell me what to do!”
Anthony crossed the room. “You can’t quit, okay! I can’t…you..you just can’t-” You stared up at him while he fumbled for words. Something ignited inside you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reaching up to attach your lips to his in a heated kiss.
Anthony made a noise of surprise, but it didn’t take him long to respond. He pressed a hand roughly against the small of your back, forcing you to arch into his chest. Everything was starting to click. You didn’t care about figuring stuff out anymore you just needed his hands on you this whole time. You tipped your head back and opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. The hand that wasn’t holding you moved to tangle in your hair, which he tugged on lightly. A small sound escaped your lips. He smiled. You practically feel the awkwardness of the past weeks melting off your shoulders.
Anthony backed up until your thighs pressed against the edge of the table. You sat on it and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tugged your hair again, forcing you to throw your head back. He started to kiss your neck, and you bit your lip.
You moaned and the sound prompted him to suck on your neck as one of his hands reached between you to unzip your jeans.
“Fuck…” you whispered.
“Are we really?”
“I think so.”
“We did it before-”
“In a dressing room-”
“No one is here, Ramos.”
Anthony started to pull down your jeans. The second they were off, he smirked.
“So you did like the present.”
You looked down at your bare legs and saw that today you’d decided to wear one of the extra things Anthony had bought you. A nice little pair of lacy panties.
“If you rip them I’ll kill you.”
“I promise to be gentle.” he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss you again.
“Fuck that. I want you to rail me. Just don’t ruin my clothes.” His eyes widened and you ripped open his shirt, grinning at him. “An eye for an eye?”
Anthony surged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table to press his erection against you.
You smiled as you kissed him, and leaned back so Anthony could tower over you. You pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off the rest of the way. He pulled away and you lifted your arms up so he could take your own shirt off. Anthony started to reach his hands towards you again but you stopped him.
You reached around your back and unhooked your bra yourself, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “I don’t trust you, sorry.”
“Fine by me,” he mumbled and started sucking on the soft skin of your breast. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his curls, pulling softly.
Anthony pulled you off the table and you stumbled slightly as he pulled the lace panties down gently. You helped him out by pulling down his boxers and he immediately placed you back on the table, sliding into you all the way.
“God dammit!” Your body froze for a second with shock, but you quickly adjusted.
“You told me not to be gentle.”
You caught your breath. “I…did…”
“Then shut up.” Anthony started to thrust roughly into you. You gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.
“Douchebag,” you moaned into his neck.
“Bitch,” he moaned back.
You tried to come up with a response, but your mind was starting to go blank as the feelings in your body took over. Anthony pounded into you, the table banging against the wall loudly in the empty theatre. You pulled his hair to bring his mouth back to yours and slid a hand down his chest to rest between you as you massaged his balls.
Anthony groaned and caressed his hand over your face. His fingers came to rest on your lips and you sucked them lightly, making direct eye contact with him. Anthony’s eyes glinted mischievously. He brought his now wet fingers from your mouth down to you clit and started to rub there while he thrust into you.
You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against his. You kissed him and pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth, all the stimulation making him come.
He hung his head and panted heavily into your neck. When he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you gently.
“Are you serious?” you asked. “Already?”
“I’m sorry, I…you were…”
“Whatever, I’m not mad,” you said, obviously a little ticked off.
Anthony ran and hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. You had to admit that you liked the look of it, but you were feeling unsatisfied. “What?” he asked, “You thought I was gonna leave you hanging?”
“You’re not exactly a gentleman, Ramos.”
“You don’t think so?” He put his hands on his hips.
You scoffed and sat up completely, “No, I don’t.”
“Really?” He walked towards you and stood between your legs, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. You crossed your arms and shook your head. Anthony moved his hand from your thigh to in between your legs. He ran his middle finger over your slit. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Y/L/N.”
You let out a shaky breath and gripped the edge of the table. He smirked and started to kiss your chest simultaneously sliding his finger inside of you. You whimpered and pushed yourself against him. Anthony slowly moved down onto his knees and you closed your eyes in anticipation.
You felt small licks on the area around your clit and you moaned, pulling his hair to remind him not to be a tease. You could feel his lips pull into a smile and then instantly attach to your clit where he circled his tongue. He curled his finger inside of you, drawing several moans from your mouth.
You gasped when he added another finger and fisted his hair tightly. Anthony added a third finger and started to move them faster. Your toes started to curl, and you thought you were about to fall off the table.
He sucked on your clit, curling each of his fingers simultaneously. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your whole body tense for a moment before releasing.
You took several deep breaths and all but collapsed back onto the table. Anthony stood and grinned at you. “See? I can play nice.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah don’t get too confident. You still came in like 0.3 seconds.”
“I’m a guy. It happens.”
“To thirteen-year-olds masturbating for the first time-”
“You’re so-” Anthony held his hands up and sighed. “We are literally about to kill each other the second we’re done having sex. What’s wrong with us?” he said while pulling his boxers back on. You could tell why he was trying to cover up so quickly, and you almost laughed at how easy it was to turn him on.
“We don’t have to stop having sex,” you offered.
Anthony turned around and locked eyes with you. “Are you being serious?”
You shrugged, not making any move to get dressed. “We’re single. Obviously attracted to one another. It works.”
Anthony’s eyes roamed over your body. “I’m not against the idea.”
You smiled. “Why not? At the very least it’ll keep us from tearing each other’s throats out. At least in public…”
He nodded. “And you won’t quit?”
“I was kidding. You never gave me a chance to explain.”
“Sooo… friends with benefits?” He looked up at you.
“I still wouldn’t call us friends but yeah the benefits part works.”
Anthony rolled his eyes and piled your clothes next to you on the table. “Get dressed, then. We’re going back to my place.”
You stood and nodded. “I’ll meet you outside.” He took one last look over your figure before leaving the room.
You got dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Anthony was waiting by the door of the theater. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and walked out of the theatre. Anthony caught up with you, and took your hand in his as you both walked out into the cool night air.
@erindarroch, this is for you! Your post got me looking at HxL photos and then of course I just saw this one on the Internet,and it’s a pretty good depiction of their height difference, and ugh, they’re both so gorgeous together holding hands like that it’s just disgusting, right? :)