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[starppleb]

I am the Sand Guardian, guardian of the sand! Poseidon quivers before him!

Day 6 (7) - Limited Life (True day 5 is moved to Wednesday)

This time, my twist is that i spin a wheel for a fandom/story! (I did not do the wheel result again, seems like at this point I'm cooking without the recipe book :D)

@mewiegoop @feeshwithlegs < inspired by Dewie's Scott LimL design (and also just art for them :kissie:)

[jonespatterns]

Subtle Gray Rectangle Pattern

[frommybookbook]

Counselor, you have to stop looking so attractive while reading your clients the riot act.

[my-castles-crumbling]

defense - jegulus - background wolfstar, platonic bartylus, rosekiller, platonic prongsfoot - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 332

“When you go in there, you just have to give them your name, explain why you’re there, and show them this,” Barty said calmly, handing Regulus a laminated paper rectangle with his picture on it.

He took it with a grimace. “How many times have you done this?” he mumbled. 

The other man grinned. “Honestly, usually it’s Rosie coming for me. Or Pandora coming for both of us. But one tiny little memory charm and you’ll be out in a tick, no Aurors the wiser. Simple as.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I should have never allowed all of you to get me that Muggle mobile. Then I wouldn’t have been able to answer the phone and-”

“Too late for ‘should haves,’ Reggie dearest. Go get your man,” Barty said bracingly, shoving Regulus out of the car.

So Regulus walked into the dreary-looking building and up to the desk, grumbling curses under his breath, and presented the rectangle. “Hi, I’m Regulus Potter. Here to get my idiots.”

The bored-looking person in uniform behind the desk made eye contact, eyes lighting up. “Oh, thank God. Please take them.”

He only had to spend about five minutes standing in pure confusion before James and Sirius came bounding in the room, yelling behind themselves, “....bye, Alan! See you for that party next Thursday! Good luck with the kids, Herb! Loving that purple hair, Belinda, I really need to try something like that!”

Regulus could only gape as the two men turned happily to him before stopping cold, their joyful expressions turning from relaxed and upbeat to absolutely terrified.

“...erm. Hi, baby,” James said first, stepping forward and reaching out, only to shrink back when Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I…I thought Remus was coming?”

“He had a class. Why are you two in a fucking jail?” he replied flatly, staring between his husband and his brother.

“Well.....in our defense…you left us unsupervised?” Sirius replied with a nervous grin.

The sad truth was, Sirius had a point. 

[simnopke]

The Sims 2 Legacy Collection: shadow fix

The rerelease of The Sims 2 introduced a fix for the black rectangles under Sims. You may have experienced this bug in the Ultimate Collection version.

As the creator of the Sims Shadow Fix, I was curious to know how it was done. But first, I'd like to explain what the problem with Sim shadows is.

What's the cause of the shadow bug?

When the game works as intended, a Sim shadow texture is a light bluish blob on a white background. It also has transparency, but it's unused. It looks like this:

However, many modern graphics cards render the texture as plain black with transparency:

That's why black rectangles appear under the Sims.

What does my mod do?

My mod is only a workaround for the bug. It uses the transparency to recreate the shadows.

The first versions released in 2015 and 2016 were achromatic, while the original shadows were bluish. Back then I didn't even know why and how my mod worked.

On 2 January 2025 I released new versions based on my research into shaders. I also recreated the original bluish shadows.

How does the Legacy Collection fix the shadow bug?

Thanks to @ivycopur I was able to examine the code. It uses a workaround, just like my mod.

In fact, it looks almost exactly like the really not misty 0.4 version of my mod, which, ironically, is now legacy. The shader code in the Legacy Collection contains the same nonsense. And a bit more.

Code comparison

The left side is the original code extracted from the Materials.package file in The Sims 2 Ultimate Collection. The right side is my code or the Legacy Collection code:

The differences between my code and the LC code:

the debug part: I removed it from my code as players will never see it. The LC has this feature untouched.

alphaBlend srcFactor: despite the difference, it actually changes nothing. Explained later.

The identical changes:

alphaBlend dstFactor,

the same colorScalar has been added,

textureBlend.

Nonsense #1: textureBlend

The textureBlend defines how the colors of the incoming texture are transformed. The first argument is responsible for the color channels, the second – for the transparency.

Originally it's just:

textureBlend select(texture) select(texture)

And it means that the texture is taken as it is.

My and LC code transforms it though. The colorScalar is defined as a partially opaque (40%) black color. The transparency argument takes the transparency of the original texture and darkens it with the 40% factor:

multiply(colorScalar texture)

And this makes sense. The color channels argument takes the transparency part of the texture and makes it pure black, because the color scalar is black:

multiply(colorScalar texture:alphaReplicate)

It's pointless. I could go:

select(colorScalar)

instead. It would be effectively the same.

The texture after the transformations looks like this:

Nonsense #2: alphaBlend

The alphaBlend defines how to mix the source colors (in this case the transformed texture from the textureBlend step) with the destination colors (in this case, the ground under Sim's feet).

The srcFactor argument defines the source color transformations, the dstFaction – defines the destination color transformations. And then they're put together.

Originally it's:

alphaBlend srcFactor(destColor) add dstFactor(zero)

The srcFactor says that the shadow colors are darkened with the ground colors. The dstFactor doesn't really matter because it's multiplied by zero (black). Also, transparency isn't used.

If I understand correctly, you could achieve the same effect with:

alphaBlend srcFactor(zero) add dstFactor(srcColor)

And the final effect is:

My and LC code had to do it differently. The dstFactor says to darken the floor color with inverted transparency:

dstFactor(invSrcAlpha)

It sounds complicated, but the inversion actually means that black becomes white and vice versa. So the transparency texture, which is a dark gray blob on a black background, becomes a light gray blob on a white background.

The srcFactor is actually useless because the shadow texture (from the textureBlend step) is black. So it doesn't matter if you use:

srcFactor(one)

like I did, or:

srcFactor(destColor)

as in the LC code, it will always be black because you can't make black any darker. To make the intention clear, I'd personally go with:

srcFactor(zero)

instead. The final effect would always be:

It's different from the original intended effect. You can even see the difference in the official screenshots:

Source 1 | Source 2

Conclusion

It doesn't look like a coincidence. The cause of the shadow bug hasn't been fixed, and I doubt that an experienced shader creator would come up with such a workaround. There are better ways.

Before you point out that it's against my terms of use to take my code and sell it, especially without credit, hear out. It doesn't matter – EA's policy allows it. And I'm not even angry. It's just funny that they trusted such a messy code. I wouldn't be surprised to see other creators' fixes in the Legacy Collection.

The good thing is that EA has addressed the shadow issue at all. 🙃

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when satoru gojo tries to draw you and accidentally confesses five times?

a/n: yayy free throws and figure drawings crumbs. missed writing these two so bad… they hold such a stupidly special place in my heart. like sorry they healed the evil horny in me and rewired my brain chemistry. actually the most powerful duo to ever exist. i am once again simply a vessel.

the first time satoru tries to draw you, he steals one of your half-used sketchbooks like a raccoon with zero shame and far too much confidence, grinning to himself like he's cracked some sort of divine code.

“i’m gonna sketch you,” he announces, already sprawling across your floor like he pays rent, hoodie rumpled and riding up his stomach, hair still damp from practice and poking in every possible direction. he props himself on his elbows, legs swinging lazily behind him, the picture of unseriousness in your very serious, very paint-splattered dorm room.

you don’t even look up from the page you’re shading in. you're curled into your desk chair, hoodie sleeves shoved up to your elbows, pencil smudges on the side of your hand, and shoulders already tense with suspicion.

“you can’t just say that like it’s normal,” you mutter, not bothering to hide your wariness.

“it is normal,” he says breezily, flipping the sketchbook open like it’s his birthright. “i let you draw me all the time. fair’s fair.”

“that’s different,” you reply, glancing at him through your lashes. “you’re an athlete. you’re used to being stared at. modeled. immortalized in sketch form.”

he rolls onto his side with a dramatic little noise, cheek smushed against the hardwood, one hand supporting his jaw as he squints up at you like you're being deliberately obtuse.

“and you’re my girlfriend,” he says, soft and smug. “i’m used to being in love with you. same thing.”

you throw a pencil at him.

it bounces off his chest and rolls under the bed. he groans like you’ve injured him, dragging himself dramatically across the floor to retrieve it.

“rude,” he grumbles, holding it up triumphantly—then frowns. “it’s not even sharpened.”

he tosses it aside and grabs a pen instead. clicking it twice, then once more for flair, he dives in like he’s gearing up for a renaissance masterpiece.

fifteen minutes later, after a symphony of pen taps, frustrated mutters, and at least one full-body sigh, he flips the sketchbook around.

“ta-da.”

you blink.

on the page: a stick figure. it has massive, round eyes that take up a third of the head. there’s a rectangle clutched in your hand—possibly a paintbrush, maybe a sword, possibly a baguette. there are swirls surrounding your head like a storm cloud. the background is a shaky box filled with jagged lines.

he beams like he’s just unveiled a lost da vinci.

“do i have noodle arms?” you ask flatly.

“you have delicate limbs,” he corrects solemnly. “artist arms. sensitive. expressive. obviously.”

“and those spirals?” you point at the mess circling your head.

“your aura,” he says confidently. “you have... radiant vibes.”

“what about the eyes?”

he shrugs. “windows to your soul. they’re big because i see everything in you.”

you squint at him. he grins wider, completely unfazed.

with a sigh, you close the sketchbook gently, fingers brushing over the slightly curled page.

“okay,” you say. “no more pen privileges.”

he gasps, hand clutching his chest. “you’re just intimidated by my artistic vision.”

“i’m admitting you need glasses.”

he groans and flops onto his back, arms sprawled out like he’s been defeated in battle. “and i’m admitting that drawing you is impossible,” he says to the ceiling, voice suddenly quieter, “the original’s too pretty.”

the silence that follows is soft. the low buzz of your tiny desk fan fills the space, blending with the occasional creak of the floorboards and the sound of a pencil scratching lightly against paper. the golden light from your window pools across the room, warming the edges of paint tubes and tangled limbs.

you glance over your shoulder.

he’s watching you—chin in hand again, head tilted slightly, blue eyes sleepy but impossibly bright. there’s a smudge of ink on his cheekbone. he hasn’t noticed.

your chest tightens.

“what number sketch is this?” you ask quietly, the corner of your mouth twitching.

he hums, pretending to think, then shrugs. “first one of you. but i’m still winning. two hundred fifty-four to one.”

he taps the sketchbook once, then looks back at you with a flash of something uncharacteristically sincere.

“actually, make it three hundred,” he adds, voice dipping lower. “you just blinked in that lighting and i fell in love all over again.”

you throw another pencil.

this time, he catches it one-handed, barely looking.

“deadly reflexes,” he says, cocky and glowing. “i’m unstoppable.”

you shake your head, trying and failing to suppress your smile, and he sees it—of course he does.

he always sees it.

he doesn’t stop smiling the rest of the afternoon. even when you grumble about your ruined pencil. even when he tries to steal another sketchbook. even when he falls asleep on your floor, cheek squished into your hoodie sleeve, mouth parted, dreaming of something soft.

additional a/n: if you’ve made it here and haven’t read free throws and figure drawings… what are you doing bestie. go meet the disaster basketball boy and the overworked artist who accidentally steals his heart. if you want more of this soft chaos—this fluffy, smitten, mildly feral kind of love—that’s where the madness began. they’re so special to me it’s stupid. i think about them more than i think about my responsibilities. go. read. fall in love too.

[agitateandeducate]

Just some reminders because COVID NEVER WENT AWAY! Wearing a N95 grade mask consistently is a baseline level of protection and necessary whenever you're out in public. Thanks covidsaferpdx for creating and sharing these amazing mask graphics! ❤️

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6 square graphics. ID 1: light pink background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - wearing a N95 or higher rated respirator can save not just your life, but the lives of those around you! Beneath the text is an image of two N95 respirators, one in black and one in pink. End id.

ID 2. light purple background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - anyone can get covid-19. Regardless of their health and vaccination status. Yes, even you. Beneath the text is an image of a kn95 ear loop purple respirator and a purple 100 respirator. End id.

ID 3: light teal background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - wearing a mask is a proven layer of protection; engage in multiple layers of protection during an ongoing pandemic. Beneath the text is an image of a green kn95 ear loop mask and a N95 white respirator. End id.

ID 4: light pink background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - covid is airborne. It will not build your immunity. It will compromise your immune system with each infection. Beneath the text is an image of a pink kn95 ear loop mask and a white N95 3m aura. End id.

ID 5: light purple background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - we’ve been abandoned for profit but we can protect each other by wearing a mask. We keep us safe! Beneath the text is an image of purple N95 3m aura and a dark mauve p100 respirator. End id.

ID 6: light teal background with two toned pathogen illustrations in the top left corner. There’s a darker pink rounded rectangle in the middle with white text that reads: Reminder - Back to normal is a blood-soaked lie We must take care of each other and that means masking up! Beneath the text is an image of a blue p100 respirator and a white N95 respirator. End id.

[u6is]

burning desire

You looked into Kylian's eyes, the same eyes that had been buried in the depths of his work just moments ago, now glazed over with satisfaction.

"You should wear those glasses more often," you told him, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your shared climax.

warning/s: a little sprinkle of degradation

—kylian mbappe x reader: smut

"How much longer will it take?" you whined, your voice a gentle interruption in the quiet room.

The blue light danced across the lenses of his glasses, hinting at the depth of his concentration. You watched the numbers and figures on the spreadsheet, not understanding a word but feeling a strange thrill at the sight of him in his element.

The light from the screen cast a soft glow over his cheekbones, accentuating the sharp lines of his glasses. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms, his brow furrowed in concentration.

His watch collection had grown over the years, from luxury brands to rare finds, and now, as an investor in a promising new watch company, it was about to take a significant leap.

This investment wasn't just about the money; it was about his passion and legacy.

Kylian's eyes remained glued to the screen, his mind raced through numbers and projections, but his heart was in the design and craftsmanship of the timepieces he had come to cherish.

"You've been in that damn meeting for what feels like forever." You spoke up again, a hint of irritation seeping through the words. The clock ticked in the background, each second echoing your frustration.

"Today was supposed to be our day. Just us. No work, no distractions."

Kylian's eyes flickered to you for a brief moment before returning to the screen.

"It's an important meeting, babe," he said, his voice a mix of apology and authority. "Just a little longer."

With a dramatic sigh, you flopped back onto the bed, arms crossed, staring at the ceiling. The plush comforter swallowed you up, muffling the sound of your frustration. The room felt eerily quiet without his full attention.

You couldn't help but steal glances at him, his concentration palpable in the air around him. The veins in his hands stood out, tracing intricate patterns under the skin as they moved over the keyboard. His fingers, long and nimble.

But it was the glasses, oh, the fucking glasses, that really got to you. They sat on the bridge of his nose, those black rectangles framing his eyes, which were currently lost in a world of figures and percentages.

You felt your core tighten, your body responding to his focus and drive in a way that you hadn’t anticipated. The way he leaned into the screen, his eyes squinting slightly to read the fine print, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips when he was deep in thought. It was all so... hot.

You couldn’t help but imagine those same fingers, the ones currently typing furiously away, deep inside your cunt, feeling every inch of your wetness. His eyes would be watching you, not a screen, as you writhed in pleasure beneath him, your body a canvas for his artistry. You pictured his gaze intense and hungry, his smirk in determination to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever had.

Your hand began to wander, tracing a path down your abdomen, teasing the waistband of your panties. The fabric was already damp with anticipation. You bit your lower lip, feeling the heat build as your thoughts grew more vivid. In your mind, Kylian’s tongue was now circling your clit, flicking and teasing, while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your legs tremble.

But your boyfriend was busy.

So fucking busy. The words echoed in your mind like a siren's call, only instead of warning you of danger, they fueled your need for him.

Your hand slipped beneath the fabric, finding the warm, slick folds of your pussy. You closed your eyes, letting the sounds of his typing become the rhythm of your movements. Each keystroke was a caress, each number a whisper of his name against your skin.

You began to stroke yourself in earnest, the need for release building with every beat of your heart. Kylian remained oblivious to your silent seduction, his attention consumed by the glow of the laptop.

The urge grew stronger, your breaths quickening. You spread your legs wider, giving yourself more access, your other hand reaching up to squeeze your nipples through your shirt. You arched your back, biting down on a pillow to muffle any sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape your lips.

And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Kylian finally looked up from his work. His gaze met yours, and for a split second, you froze. But instead of anger or annoyance, you saw the flicker of desire in his eyes, a mirror of your own.

"I need you," you mouthed silently, your eyes pleading.

He took one last look at the screen before closing the laptop with a decisive snap.

"You're absolutely desperate for me, aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with lust. He stood up and approached the bed, his tie already loosened, his shirt unbuttoned.

The tension in the room shifted, the air growing heavy with want. Kylian reached to place his glasses on the nightstand, but you stopped him.

"Leave them on," you whispered.

He raised an eyebrow in question, but the hunger in his expression told you he understood. He placed them back on, the frames pressing into the bridge of his nose.

You watched as he climbed onto the bed, his body moving with the same purpose and precision that had been moments ago directed at the screen. He hovered over you, his glasses reflecting the dim light as he took in the sight of your naked body.

His hand reached for yours, guiding it away from your pussy.

"Let me," he murmured, and you felt the heat of his breath against your ear as his hand replaced yours. His thumb brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You moaned into the pillow, your legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move his hand in sync with your hips. His other hand found your breast, squeezing and pinching until you were trembling beneath him.

The room spun, the only anchors being his touch and the sound of his voice as he whispered filthy things in your ear.

"Such a perfect cunt for me," he said, his voice a low growl.

"So desperate for it while I work."

The glasses were still on, and the way they magnified his pupils made him seem even more intense, more focused.

As the orgasm began to build, you reached for his belt, desperate to feel him inside you. But Kylian was in control now, his strokes becoming faster, his breathing more ragged.

"Not yet," he said, his voice strained. "I want to watch you come apart first."

And come apart you did, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Kylian removed his glasses and placed them aside, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought you to climax.

The room was silent except for the sound of your panting and the distant tick of the clock, which now felt like a metronome to your racing heart. Kylian leaned in, kissing you deeply, tasting the sweetness of your desire.

As the tremors subsided, he positioned himself between your legs, his cock at the ready. You reached down, taking him in your hand and guiding him to your entrance.

With one swift movement, he was inside you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body still sensitive from the orgasm that had just claimed you. He began to move, slow and steady, his eyes locked on yours.

The rhythm grew stronger, more intense, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, the kind that left you feeling alive and exposed. Kylian's glasses sat on the nightstand, forgotten, as the two of you became lost in the moment.

You wrapped your legs around him tighter, urging him deeper, your breaths matching his as he picked up the pace. The passion in his eyes was all the confirmation you needed – he was just as consumed by this as you were.

He whispered your name, his voice a mix of love and lust, as he reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers with his own. You felt the pressure building again, your body responding to his every move.

His thrusts grew erratic, and you knew he was close. You squeezed your muscles around him, urging him on, eager to feel him come apart just as you had.

And with one final, deep plunge, he did, his body tense and shaking as he released himself inside you. The two of you collapsed onto the bed, tangled in the comforter, hearts racing and chests heaving.

You looked into Kylian's eyes, the same eyes that had been buried in the depths of his work just moments ago, now glazed over with satisfaction.

"You should wear those glasses more often," you told him, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your shared climax.

He chuckled, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"If that's what it takes to get you like this, I'll consider it."

You couldn't help but smile, your body still humming with pleasure. Today was supposed to be about getting away from work, but somehow, it had turned into the most intense and passionate experience of your relationship. And as you lay there in his arms, you realized that sometimes, the most unexpected moments were the ones that made your heart skip a beat.

[flowerofbenevolence]

Royal Sword Academy Headcanons

Background information (mostly canon):

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy, also known as RSA, is one of the top two most powerful and famous magic academies in the world of Twisted Wonderland alongside Night Raven College, also known as NRC. It is also sometimes revered as THE MOST powerful, famous, and best magic arcane academy due to having triumphed over Night Raven College in the SpellDrive/Magift Tournaments for nearly a century. It is also known for educating its students to not only be the most excellent of mages, but also the most noble and virtuous of bachelors.

Much like Night Raven College, Royal Sword Academy is an all-boys school. However, instead of being selfish, arrogant narcissists like the staff and students of Night Raven College, the staff and students of Royal Sword Academy are generally selfless, caring, and compassionate. Some are noble, princely, and heroic, while others are gentle, humble, and pure. Some are curious, adventurous, and outgoing, while others are reserved, brooding, and deeply thoughtful. However, one thing remains the same - the inhabitants of the school are natural leaders.

In contrast to how Night Raven College students tend to overblot due to being overly ambitious, confident, and competitive, Royal Sword Academy students sometimes struggle with low self-esteems, inferiority complexes, and expressing themselves, their needs, wants, and identities. For that reason, Royal Sword Academy students would also require a magicless, penniless prefect to guide them into being assertive, confident, and competitive by making them realize just how lucky they are to have such powerful magic and end up in such an amazing school.

Appearance and Location (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's main campus is located on the southernmost end of the tiny Isle of Sages, or Sage's Island. It is south of Night Raven College, which lies in the northern mountains of the island as well as the island's central village. Most of the school building's color palette consists of white and blue, and the school building itself resembles that of a castle. The school has a small bridge or moat that crosses over to the academy's main building, and behind that is the school's entire campus.

Emblem (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's school emblem resembles that of a shield, consisting of a light blue elongated pentagon topped with a matching, long, thin, horizontal rectangle, lined with a thin, dark blue inner rim, and a thicker, silver outer rim. Within the shield is a sword with a silver blade and golden hilt topped with a red, golden-striped crown or hat piercing through a golden shield with a castle-like top that has a royal blue shield inside with the words "Royal Sword Academy" written in white inside. At the side of the sword and castle-like topped shield are two white horses with dark blue manes and silver collars. At the bottom of the sword and horses and at the sides of the sword's tip are two pairs of bundles of laurel leaves, which are a symbol of glory.

Orientation Ceremony:

The students of Royal Sword Academy arrive at the school sleeping in a glass coffin in the Platinum Pumpkin Coach pulled by pristine white horses. Upon awakening, the students are ushered by the staff and upperclassmen to the Chamber of the Sacred Well, where they are sorted in one of the seven dorms the school in founded on based on the nature of their soul. After being sorted into a dorm, the students are also given a long, thin, silver baton that resembles a sword and is embedded with a magestone of their dorm's color. When the ceremony is over, the students are led by their dorm leaders to their dorms.

Dorms:

Royal Sword Academy is founded on the noble personality traits of the Magnificent Seven - seven mages, most of whom were royalty, that were said to uphold the most noble of virtues, were companions of the Great Seven, and are idolized as role models by those of Twisted Wonderland.

Wondaventure - The dorm based on the creative imagination of The Wondrous Lady in Blue (Alice from Alice in Wonderland). The students of this dorm seem to be crazy and insane at first glance, but they are also innovative, imaginative, and creative. They also seem to struggle with being misunderstood, though, and struggle to express themselves. Their main color is sky blue. Their secondary color is white. The magestones in their magestone brooches are also sky blue. 

Alexander “Alex” Wondrionne (twisted from Alice) - The Housewarden of Wondaventure. His adventurous, curious, and rebellious attitude contrasts greatly to his noble status and quickly led to the ending of his betrothal.

Chenille Sommerfly (twisted from Blue Caterpillar) - The Vice-Housewarden of Wondaventure. A quiet, composed, and serious yet forgetful and short-tempered young man who is known for giving useful advice and telling complicated riddles.

Che’nya (twisted from Chesire Cat) - A mischievous, whimsical, and mysterious cat beastman who often teases people and gets them into trouble.

Michael Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dee) - A playful and talkative gossip who often quarrels and competes with his twin brother whom he insists is younger than him. Always loves a game.

Gabriel Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dum) - A cheerful yet competitive social butterfly who often accompanies his twin brother despite frequently arguing with him. His slanderous gossip often leads to chaotic drama.

Safarimane - The dorm based on the noble leadership of The Royal Lion (Simba from The Lion King). The students of this dorm strive to be excellent leaders and are ambitious, hardworking, adventurous, curious, and eager to learn. However, they struggle with large egos and the great amount of responsibility being a leader comes with. Their main color is golden. Their secondary color is reddish orange. Their magestones are the same color as their main color.

Mfalme Lionheart (twisted from Adult Simba) - The ambitious and adventurous yet impressionable housewarden of Safarimane who is also a prince. Excited yet nervous about his position, he yearns to be the perfect leader.

Kufu Heshima (twisted from Timon) - A self-centered and lazy pariah who has been friends with Moyo for many years and has become a recent companion of Mfalme. Coming from a poor background, he deeply cares for his family.

Moyo Guluwe (twisted from Pumbaa) - A dimwitted and foolish outcast alongside Kufu, whom he has been friends with for many years. He is the smarter of the two and often tries to teach him.

Tritonelle - the dorm based on the adventurous curiosity of The First Mermaid out of Water (Ariel from The Little Mermaid). The students of this dorm are adventurous, inquisitive, and rebellious to a fault. Because of their curiosity, they often struggle with being contained and restrained. Their main color is emerald green and their secondary color is purple. The color of their magestones are green.

Rielle Poseidonius (twisted from Ariel) - The curious housewarden of Tritonelle who is inquisitive to the extent of rebelliousness. Hailing from merfolk royalty, he is extremely fascinated by humans and the world above.

Sean Hummer (twisted from Sebastian) - A strict and serious disciplinarian who was sent by the royal family to keep Rielle in check as his vice-housewarden. Believes spending time gaining knew knowledge is dangerous folly.

Flynn Fiskene (twisted from Flounder) - A shy, anxious, and timid boy who often accompanies Rielle wherever he goes, even if they are dangerous or against the rules. Loyal and protective, but a bit of a coward and rule-breaker.

Yatasima - The dorm founded on the cunning wit of The Prince who was also a Thief (Aladdin from Aladdin). The students of this dorm are observant, intelligent, and ambitious as well as kind, compassionate, and selfless. Their main color is dark indigo. Their secondary color is crimson. Their magestones are dark indigo. 

Jasim Al-Malik (twisted from Jasmine) - The housewarden of Yatasima. An icily cold crown prince who will have to find a wife one day amongst the vast nobility of his home country. Once someone wins his trust, his loyalty will know no bounds.

Jinn Thalatha (twisted from Genie) - A bright and cheerful boy whose posivity rivals the sun. While he loves granting wishes and seeing a smile on people's faces, he also has wishes of his own and secretly envies Jasim's housewarden position.

Apfelreine - the dorm based on the benevolent purity of The Fairest Maiden of All (Snow White from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). The students of this dorm are benevolent, gentle, and selfless. However, they struggle with naivety. Due to their purity, they are blissfully unaware of the ill-intentions of others and the envy of other people. Their main color is bright red. Their secondary color is dark blue. Their magestones are red as it is canon.

Neige LeBlanche (twisted from Snow White) - The delicately beautiful housewarden of Apfelreine known for being the most beautiful in all of Twisted Wonderland. Pure and innocent, he is blissfully unaware of all those who wish him ill will.

Dominic (twisted from Doc) - An intelligent, responsible, and hardworking dwarf who is the housewarden of Apfelreine as well as the leader of the Seven Swords. While many would question why or how someone who short and childish-looking could possibly serve as a leader, he has never failed in his duties.

Grum (twisted from Grumpy) - A cranky and temperamental dwarf whose tough love often gets mistaken for rudeness. He detests it when people mistake him for a child, even though he sometimes acts like one.

Shelphie (twisted from Sleepy) - A somnolent and drowsy dwarf whose attempts to stay awake always end up in vain. As a result, he sometimes pretends to be awake using his sleeping mask.

Hop (twiste from Happy) - An optimistic and exuberant dwarf who vows to always see the bright side of things and is always seen with a smile on his adorable face.

Timmy (twisted from Timid) - A meek and bashful dwarf who often gets nervous around people. For that reason, he covers his eyes with his hair to avoid eye contact.

Snick (twisted from Sneezy) - A sickly and ailing dwarf with a weak immune system. He almost always has to wear his face mask due to frequently sneezing and wheezing.

Toby (twisted from Dopey) - A scatterbrained and empty-minded dwarf who forgets a lot of things, including his own name. His flightiness and immaturity often annoys the other dwarves.

Kyle Reinheit (twisted from True Love’s Kiss) - An ethereally beauteous hopeless romantic known for his stunning lip products. He despises being seen as weak.

Irotheikos - The dorm based on the heroic courage of the Hero in the Stars (Hercules from Hercules). The students of this dorm are ambitious, tenacious, and hardworking. Their flaw is vanity, as they often get caught up in their current achievements and stray from their initial objective. Their main color is royal blue, and their secondary color is golden yellow. Their magestones are royal blue.

Hector Dyneam (twisted from Hercules) - The flashy and boastful housewarden of Irotheikos who wants to help and save people even in the most dire of situations. His achievements sometimes get to his head, though.

Phillipe Daskalo (twisted from Philoctetes) - A gruff, easily-annoyed, and ornery goat beastman who is the vice-housewarden of Irotheikos. Always scolding the underclassmen for their mistakes and failures.

Angeamouria - The dorm based on the graceful virtues of The Slumbering Princess of Roses (Aurora from Sleeping Beauty). The students in this dorm are graceful, elegant, and virtuous. Their only flaw is being painfully shy and being extremely nervous around strangers. Their main color is purple. Their secondary color is golden. Their magestones are also purple.

Aurelius Rosantine (twisted from the Spinning Wheel of Sleep) - The housewarden of Angeamouria. An elegant and beneficent prince that struggles to approach people and make friends.

Florian DeCadeau (twisted from Flora) - A headstrong and no-nonsense fairy with very high and strict moral standards. Often frets over Aurelius' appearance.

Faunus DeCadeau (twisted from Fauna) - A gentle and loving young man who often comforts Aurelius during tough times and gives him singing lessons.

Merwin Decadeau (twisted from Merriweather) - A bold and hot-tempered fairy who is the youngest of his brothers and protects Aurelius with his life.

Tumbledown - An abandoned dorm that was once prosperous with students bustling about, but currently is vacant with its only inhabitants being a bunch of friendly, well-behaved ghosts. It is unknown why, how, or when it became abandoned, but some, particularly a magicless prefect, has begun to suspect that it may have something to do with a magical well just outside the dorm.

Yuu (twisted from ???) - Tell us about yourself

Hanns (twisted from Hans Christian Andersen) - Will be mentioned in the staff.

Uniform:

The school has several uniforms due to how the staff of the school view preparation for every occasion is imperative as well as a sign of sophisticated up-bringing, which the type of image they want to project. For that reason, the students of Royal Sword Academy not only possess a Daily School Day Uniform, a P.E. Uniform, Labwear, Ceremonial Robes, or a Dorm Signature Uniform, but also an Outside-School Special Events Uniform, a School Signature Sports Outfit, and Dorm Pajamas.

Daily School Day Uniform:

(Photo by @twistinghearts)

The schools' Daily School Uniform resembles that of men's fashion during the French Rococo Era as well as the outfit on the left (worn by Farena) in the image above. It consists of a white silk jacket that extends to their knees and is lined with gold lace trim, a silk vest of the student's respective dorm color, a white jabot collar, royal blue pants, a pair of black leather boots with golden trim, an armband of the student's respective dorm colors, white silk gloves, and a golden sword sheath belt that carries their sword-like, magestone-encrusted baton. The light colors and intricacy of the uniform's details are intentional and are purposefully meant to train the wearer to move with delicacy and grace and keep themselves clean.

P.E. Uniform:

Their P.E. Uniform is much less graceful and delicate. It consists of a white shirt lined with the student wearer's main dorm color and blue, as well as navy blue pants lined with the same main dorm color. The students are required to wear white sneakers and bring their magestone baton.

Labwear:

Their Labwear Uniform is perhaps the most practical, and similar to NRC's. It is comprised of a pair of lab goggles, a white lab coat that covers their jabot collar and collarbones, pockets with striped rims based on the student's dorm colors, black rubber gloves, and their golden sword sheath belt carrying their magestone baton.

Ceremonial Robes:

There are, surprisingly, actually two Ceremonial Robe Uniforms - one for the freshmen, and one for the upperclassmen. The Freshmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are white, with a few blue parts and minimal gold details. Its white color is meant to symbolize the purity and innocence of the freshmen's youth and how they have yet to learn, while the partial blue and minimal gold parts are made to represent their low rank amongst the student body. The Upperclassmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are much more extravagant, being bright royal blue, rimmed with silvery white, and embroidered and embellished with gold silk brocade. Its extravagance and dark color are made to represent nobility and wisdom. Both uniforms are made of silk, are long, flowy, and warm, and bear a resemblance to Headmage Ambrose' uniform and the other two uniforms above. They also contain a golden sword sheath for when they receive their baton.

Dorm Signature Uniform:

The Dorm Signature Uniform differs per dorm. For that reason, it will only be described in different posts where a specific dorm is being discussed.

Outside-School Special Events Uniform:

The Outside-School Special Events Uniform has been seen in-game since it is what RSA students wore during the VDC. It is what is worn during special events that take place outside the school itself. It consists of a white shirt lined with navy with golden buttons, a navy sash lined with white that ties into a bow at the wearer's right hip, navy pants, and black shoes. Unlike the other uniforms, the Outside-School Special Events Uniform is the only uniform to consist of a magestone brooch rather than a golden sword sheath and magestone baton. The reason behind this is because it would be too much to handle.

School Signature Sports Uniform:

The School Signature Sports Uniform is what is worn during the Spelldrive Tournament between RSA and NRC at the end of the school year. It resembles a knight's uniform. It is brilliant white, lined with blue and having blue letters on it, accented with golden shoulder pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, knee pads, and ankle pads, and of course, has a golden belt, sword sheath, and their magestone baton.

Dorm Pajamas:

The Dorm Pajamas differ from dorm to dorm. Therefore, like the Specialized Dorm Uniform, they will only be discussed in later posts.

School Subjects:

(Credits to @twstarchives and @phoenix-manga for inspiration!)

Practical Magic - The understanding, study, practice, and performance of spells, curses, hexes, and incantations

Magic Analysis - Analyse and observe demonstrations of magic

Ancient Curses - the study, analysis, and sometimes even the performance of casting a spell that has a negative intention and effect on another person or being

Conjuration - To create, summon, or transform objects

Defense Magic - Magic used to defend oneself from attacks

Alchemy/Potionology - the use of minerals, plants, and other substances to create potions and other things.

Astrology - The study and analysis of the stars and their magical connection

Biology - the study and understanding of life, specifically magical organisms

Poison Making - The usage of potionology and alchemy to create even the most lethal of poisons. Perfect for an assassin.

Mathematics - The study of numbers and quantities ranging from algebra, mental math, and geometry

Animal Linguistics - The study of animal communication. Talk with your favorite pet!

Etiquette - learn how to become a proper gentleman or lady through sophisticated manners, posture, and poise.

History of Magic - Discover magical developments, historical figures, and significant events and revolutions

Politics and Kingship - Perfect for all the royal and noble students, or anyone who wants to be a world leader one day. Learn and discover diplomacy, hierarchy, and monarchy.

Art - the understanding and creation of beauty that cannot be described.

Music - the students learn how to sing, play an instrument, understand music, or even compose

School Choir - Practically all the Disney Princes and Princesses sing. RSA would be incomplete without it!

Dance - Carry, move, and conduct yourself with grace beyond imagination

Staff:

Ambrose LXIII (twisted from Merlin) - The wise, old headmage of Royal Sword Academy who has held his position for many years. Hailing from a noble family with many ancestors that have done the same, his wisdom knows no bounds. Generously, he lends the player/reader the status of a student and the title of Tumbldown Prefect.

Hanns - A direbeast dog who dreams of becoming the greatest mage ever lived. Well-behaved and respectful yet mischievous and adventurous, he often accompanies the player/reader and leads them on a path to adventure.

Pierre Chenine (twisted from Pongo) - The goofy, fun-loving science professor of Royal Sword Academy who is also the son of a musician and the father of many. He believes strongly about caring for animals, especially canines and is always willing to help his students when they're struggling in his class.

Cendrionne Ashe - RSA's history professor who is renowned by the staff and students for his benevolence and diligence. Not only is he a great teacher, but he also great at chores! However, he is rumored to be the stepson of the history professor at Night Raven College . . .

Daniel Pedrosa (twisted from Beast/Prince Adam) - The kind yet tough-loving P.E. teacher at Royal Sword Academy known for his forgiving nature and belief in second chances. Rumored to be crushing on the town librarian.

Max (twisted from Tiana) - The owner of a small shop and restaurant located on school campus. His store supplies students with school supplies or whatever they need, and his restaurant serves the most delicious food.

Clubs:

Future Rulers Association - the members of this club learn how to become better, natural leaders for when they have to inherit a throne or start their own empire. They learn what it takes to be a leader and how to improve the school.

Theatre & Movie Research Club - The RSA equivalent of the Film Studies Club at NRC. The students hear strive to be the best actors they can be or work in the tech crew.

Magift/Spelldrive Club - These students strive to be the most competitive during the Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament as well as the Inter-scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament.

School Band & Music Club - The most gorgeous melodies come from this club. The students here play a variety of instruments and some can sing.

Science Club - The same as NRC. The club members hold outstanding knowledge of potionology, alchemy, biology, astrology, etc. They perform countless experiments and conduct lots of research.

Inter-Species Culture Club - Inspired by how the First Mermaid out of Water managed to bring peace between the humans and merfolk, this club discusses the importance of learning about different cultures, breaking language barriers, and how to make peace.

Knights-In-Training Camp - this club is similar to NRC's Equestrian Club, except the students here not only learn how to ride and tend to horses, but also how to protect their future lords and rulers.

Basketball Club - The same as Night Raven College. The students here partake in the fun and hustle of the sport basketball.

Track & Field Club - The students here enjoy the thrill of running, racing, and winning.

Boardgame Club - The students here are hard at work challenging themselves and their minds on any kind of board game.

Relationship with Night Raven College:

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College are currently in a bitter rivalry. This is mainly due to the fact that Royal Sword Academy has beaten Night Raven College in the Inter-Scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament for nearly a century in the past. As a result, Royal Sword Academy students tend to look down upon Night Raven's college's many failures and lack of sportsmanship and refer to them as "a slew of petty, uncultured fools".

Royal Sword Academy students also look at Night Raven College's style in contempt. They think the school's buildings and uniforms are "dreadfully plain" and "with no sense of style".

Author's Note: Most of this is fanon. Everything that is canon and the photos are NOT mine!

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

try new technique (“stranded intarsia” - mix of intarsia & stranded colorwork) for athena sweater by knit owl swatch for athena (< the ancient greek goddess) 🦉

[id: rectangle piece of knit with light blue background & navy owl on branch with moon in back. behind knit is other knit swatches & gypsum/selenite stick n jars of quail egg n rainbow sheep n stuff. end id]

hope she like it👉👈

is not same yarn for what plan for sweater (not buy yet) or color scheme (decide on navy background/pink? figure bc pattern is reverse of this one where it look better if lighter color against dark background. even tho light blue/navy look so good)

(pattern from pinterest)

bonus picture of The Floats

[id: picture of background of knit. in center is strands of 2 blues (stranded colorwork) n outside around it just light blue (bc intarsia). end id]

[rosecoloredsunshine]

wired interview — evan peters

masterlist

PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and evan had been invited to wired to answer some of the web's most googled questions.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, background info for reader had been provided, established relationship, fluff, google translated french, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i just have the need to post this one lol hope you'll enjoy this one! :)

The studio lights were bright, but you were used to it by now. The WIRED setup was familiar—crisp white background, black chairs, and the infamous search board waiting to reveal the internet’s most pressing, bizzare, and occasionally ridiculous curiosities. You glanced at Evan beside you, who was shifting excitedly in his chair. He shot you a smile, eyes crinkling the way they always did when he was genuinely happy.

“Ready to expose our deepest, darkest secrets?” he teased.

“Oh, absolutely. I came prepared to be utterly humiliated,” you quipped, adjusting in your seat.

The crew had given you and evan a thumbs-up, cameras now already rolling, and the crew’s voice drifted from off-screen.

“Alright, we’ll start with Evan reading questions about you, then we’ll switch.” The crew had instructed.

“Got it,” Evan said, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “This is gonna be good.”

Another crew handed Evan the board, the classic white rectangle with strips of paper concealing the questions.

He lifted it with a flourish. “Okay, question one! How old are you?” he peeled away the first strip, and looked at you, eyebrow raised before smirking. “Well, let’s hear it.”

“Timeless,” you replied smoothly, leaning back with a smug smile.

Evan snorted. “Yeah, yeah, immortal, ageless, basically a vampire. Noted.”

“Pretty much.”

He moved to the next strip. “Where—” he paused, “where are you from?”

“I was born and raised in Monaco, but I moved to Boston when I was six.”

Evan glanced at you, mock-impressed. “Ooh, fancy.”

“Oh, incredibly fancy,” you joked. “I had the whole Grace Kelly aesthetic going on. Swans, palace gardens, and maybe even a tiara.”

He let out a soft laugh before ripping off the next strip. “How tall are you? Oh, I know this one. You’re like, five-foot-two, right?”

“Haha,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, feigning annoyance. “I am five-seven, thank you very much.”

“Really?” he deadpanned, leaning closer with wide eyes. “Because I could've sworn—”

“Keep making fun of my height and I’ll hide all your sneakers before our next press event.”

“Threats already? We’re only three questions in!” he grinned and moved on. “How many languages do you speak?”

“Three,” you said as you put up three fingers. “English, French, and Italian.”

“Show off,” he teased.

“Tu as de très beaux yeux,” your voice was soft, the French rolling off your tongue smoothly as you leaned closer to him.

Evan flushed, laughing nervously. “I have no idea what you just said, but I feel both flattered and mildly threatened.”

“Good,” you laughed softly. “I just said that you have very beautiful eyes.”

“Oh,” he said, cheeks turning beet red. “Yeah, I mean—thanks.”

You watched him flounder, smiling widely and thoroughly amused at the same time.

Evan then ripped off the next strip. “Okay, next up. What is your favorite song?”

You hummed thoughtfully. “If we’re talking about my current favorite, it’s probably ‘You’re So Vain’ by the one and only, Carly Simon.” you couldn't resist breaking into a song. “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…”

Evan decided to join in, voice terrible but enthusiastic. “Don’t you? Don’t you?”

You both dissolved into laughter, with the crew chuckling behind the cameras.

“Alright, next one,” Evan said, wiping a tear from his eye. He tore off another strip, then burst out laughing. “Oh, wow. The internet’s bold, huh. Are we dating?”

You grinned, leaning back with folded arms. “I’ll let you handle that one.”

Evan’s cheeks turned pink, but he rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, considering we’ve been promoting our rom-com movie together for months, I think it’s safe to say that the internet’s just invested.”

He looked at you, expression softening. “But, I mean, if they’re asking if we’re, like, officially together? I dunno. Should we make it a mystery? Keep the suspense alive?”

You laughed. “And keep the tabloids working overtime? Oh absolutely.”

Evan shook his head with amusement, moving on. “What is your zodiac sign?”

“(your sign),” you answered quickly. “Which basically means I’m emotional, imaginative, and probably crying over dog videos when I should be doing something important.”

“That tracks,” Evan said with a grin. “I’ve definitely caught you sniffly-eyed over a random cat rescue video more than once.”

“They’re heroic little guys!” you defended, crossing your arms.

“Alright, next question…” Evan trailed off as he peeled another strip. “Do you actually like Evan Peters or are you just pretending for the movie?”

You scoffed, overplaying your offense. “Oh, I can’t stand him guys. The absolute worst. Have you heard his laugh?”

He cracked up immediately, laughing loudly and uninhabited. “Oh, well played.”

You giggled softly. “But in all seriousness, he’s alright. Decent co-star. I guess I’d recommend him if anyone’s hiring.”

“Wow, heartwarming, truly.” Evan shook his head, still grinning. “Alright, switching boards now. Ready to be roasted?”

“Oh, born ready,” you challenged.

The crew handed you the board of Evan-related questions, and you eyed him, smiling mischievously.

“Okay, first question,” you peeled the paper away. “How old is Evan Peters?”

He gave you a side-eye. “Considering you’re timeless, I should be, like, ancient, right?”

“You’re practically a fossil,” you teased. “But if I recall, you’re…thirty-eight?”

“Ding ding ding!” he cheered, pretending to throw confetti in the air. “Next!”

You tore off another strip. “Where is Evan Peters from?”

“St. Louis, Missouri. You know, the land of gooey butter cake and toasted ravioli?”

Evan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you remembered the ravioli thing!”

“Yeah, mostly because you wouldn't shut up about it when we first met.”

He chuckled. “It’s that good.”

The questions kept coming, ranging from silly ones like ‘what is Evan Peters’ shoe size?’ which you guessed wrong, of course, much to his delight—to downright absurd ones like ‘does Evan Peters own a raccoon?’

“I don’t!” Evan said, looking genuinely confused. “Why would anyone—”

“I mean, I can see the vision,” you countered, barely holding back your laughter. “Naming it bandit, dressing it in a tiny leather jacket.”

Evan pretended to consider it. “Actually, that sounds incredible.”

“Great! Now, someone’s going to gift you a cute raccoon during our promotion, or comic con.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, but still smiling.

The entire shoot was chaos and laughter, with both of you going off-track multiple times. By the end of the filming, your cheeks are hurting from grinning so much.

“Alright, that’s a wrap!” one of the crew members called, but the camera’s were still rolling.

Evan turned to you, eyes shining. “We should do this kind of stuff more often.”

“Yeah! It’s a really fun experience,” you smiled at him softly, and put up your hand for a high-five. “Put it there, partner!”

When his palm met yours, he caught your fingers, intertwining them with his own, and tugged your chair closer to his.

“C’mere,” he whispered, voice soft as he pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your temple.

You turned to look at the camera, smiling, and Evan sent a playfully wink.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[fordtato]

We interviewed Alex Hirsch!

Join me and fellow YouTuber @hkthatgffan for our exclusive interview with Alex Hirsch, the creator of Gravity Falls.

Will the artbook ever be revived? Are there any plans for future Gravity Falls comics, or any other comic ideas that didn't make the final result? What's the story behind the line change between editions of Journal 3? Who is the intended identity of the baby in A Tale of Two Stans?

Get Alex's responses to our questions, in not one, but TWO separate hour-long videos, releasing to each of our channels this late March! April 12!

Hana Hyperfixates on YouTube (my channel)

ThatGFFan on YouTube

ThatGFFan's FAQ on this whole process

Thumbnail images of ThatGFFan and myself made by @stephreynaart

(Oh this... this is beautiful) 3D Rendering in video by @brightdrawings

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[Video Description: A 3D render of a red-plaid-patterned question mark floats and spins against a starry background, coming closer as dramatic music plays. White text appears on screen reading "Think of your most pressing Gravity Falls Questions…" "...and imagine finally having the answers." The voice of YouTuber HanaHyperfixates reads "Did you know about the changed line between editions of Journal 3?" "Was there ever another reunion planned between Fiddleford and Ford, aside from the one in Weirdmaggedon Part III?" "Alex, what do the red rectangles mean in Journal 3?" Then the voice of Alex Hirsch, creator of Gravity Falls, responds "That's a good question." When the plaid question mark stops spinning, very close to the screen, a light blue triangle appears, and the screen fades to aqua, with text overlayed reading "An interview with Alex Hirsch, creator of Gravity Falls/ One part of a two-part video interview, featuring That GF Fan/ Coming soon." The text then fades to include the art described above. /end video description]

[lovegalor333]

lord please save her for me

paige bueckers x fem oc

story info • chapter one

hi bbys! thank you for the love on chapter one, part of me wishes i never started this lmao maybe its my ocd but i hate it already but im gonna keep going but i think ill just stick to one shots once im finished with this 🤓

chapter two:

this is why leni didn’t drink often. the pounding head, dry throat, intense nausea and violent shakes were not worth it. the girl had decided that her day was going to consist of rotting on the couch. she was already wrapped in her fluffiest blanket and had netflix playing in the background. riley had left a few moments ago to go to work and leni was glad of it. she felt guilty about kissing paige last night but not guilty enough to stop fantasising about it.

paige clouded her dreams last night. coming to leni in her sleep like some sort of devine sign. she dreamed of what life was like before when paige was a constant in her life. she woke up in bed alone and cold and questioning everything.

it took leni a long time to even look at another girl after paige. but when riley asked her to go for coffee one day all leni could see was her blonde hair and light eyes. if she couldn’t have paige, she would settle for riley and that’s what she did. riley was a nice girl and treated leni well but she would never be paige and deep down, leni knew that all she was doing was filling a void.

there was short knock at lenis apartment door and she considered not answering it because she was too comfortable but she imagined it would be riley, having forgotten something or the other. wrapping the blanket around herself like a cape, she trudged to the front door and opened it without looking through the peep hole.

“paige?” leni was caught off guard seeing the basketball player at her door. hair tied into a low messy bun, grey beanie pulled over her head. she was wearing what paige always wore, sweats and a uconn huskies tee. the silver cross chain that leni was oh so familiar with, hung delicately around her neck. but something leni wasn’t familiar with was the rectangle, clear framed glasses that were perched on the bridge of paiges nose. they were new and it made leni feel something she couldn’t quite place. sadness because it showed change in paiges life that leni had no idea about? attraction because the girl in front of her looked hot as hell with her new accessory? whatever it was, leni had been thinking about it for too long and not heard what paige had said.

“so…” paige trailed off waiting for an answer to her question that had fallen on deaf ears. “sorry- what did you say? actually, what are you doing here? how do you know where i live?” leni asks a series of questions as reality hits and she realises what is going on. paige is at her apartment.

PAIGE is at HER APARTMENT.

“i said can i come in?” paige repeats herself for lenis benefit but she doesn’t wait for an answer before stepping inside. paige looks around lenis apartment, taking in the foreign view. she notices small accents that make it obvious this is where leni lives. the photobooth pictures tacked to the wall, the string lights adorning the window frame, the copious amounts of potted plants dotted around, the place was leni all over.

leni looked different from last night, obviously, but that didn’t bother paige. she always thought the tanned skin girl looked pretty in her natural state. tossled curls, makeup free skin, comfy clothes. lenis beauty had no limit and paige wished she had told her that more often.

“i didn’t actually say yes.” leni mumbles but closes the front door anyway. “how do you know where i live?” after the fallout from her and paige, leni applied to transfer accommodation and her request was granted. in her head, a new space signified a fresh start. somewhere paige hadn’t infiltrated…until this very moment. “it wasn’t easy. money was involved.” paige tells her with a nod of her head. “you paid someone to tell you where i live? that’s the kind of thing that gets someone branded as a creep.” leni says starting to feel awkward, stood in the entrance way, still wrapped in her blanket, curly hair a mess from the night before and her embarrassingly juvenile bunny slippers on her feet.

“i thought it was romantic.” leni rolls her eyes, “paige, please. i can’t have a repeat of last night. i can’t go over all this again. last night was a mistake. we were both drunk and i meant what i said. we need to go back to not knowing each other. it’s-” lenis words were rushed and messy and her heart pounded as she spoke. her body was having an adverse reaction to what she was saying. morally last night was a mistake but for someone who always lead with her heart, it wasn’t.

“i ended it with camilla.” what?

“what?” lenis brain felt like it was turning to mush. from the hangover mainly but also because of what paige had just said.

“i ended it with-“ paige begins to repeat herself but leni cuts her off.

“yeah. i heard what you said. but why would you do that paige?”

“because of you len. for you.” leni shook her head which only intensified her headache, “paige you make me laugh. not because you’re comedically funny but because you’re insane funny. you broke up with your girlfriend for me?”

“yes i broke up with her because of you. not that it matters, but we’ve only been together a few weeks. it was never going to work out. me and her, we didn’t fit. not the way you and I fit, len.” paige gestured between the them and leni understood because she felt the same about riley. both girls were searching for each other in different people. it was an impossible task because to paige no one could compare to leni and to leni no one could compare to paige.

“why now paige? why after all this time?” leni mutters, vlice soft and sweet.

“last night. seeing you. speaking to you. kissing you. i know that all means something. and you think i didn’t try? you blocked my number and my instagram and my snapchat and my tiktok, you even blocked my student email for goodness sake! real mature by the way. you moved apartments. you did everything you could to avoid me. i had given up hope and then last night…”

“last night i was drunk! do you really hate me so much that you can’t stand to see me happy? you just have to throw a spanner in the works?”

“hate? HATE?! leni you are so far off it’s ridiculous. and are you happy? are you really? because you’re doing all this shit that isn’t you. going to parties, getting drunk, you don’t have your nails done and you took your nose piercing out.” leni almost always had her nails done, the most elaborate sets too and her nose piercing was a part of her personality at this point so of course paige noticed when both were absent.

“just because i’ve changed doesn’t mean im not happy.” leni scoffed, taking steps further into the apartment. the close proximity of her and paige was beginning to get to her. she could smell her cologne, vanilla and woody. it was nostalgic.

“don’t give me that bullshit, leni. i know you more than you’d like to admit. tell me you’re genuinely happy. just say the words and i’ll let go. i’ll let you go.” paige had matched lenis steps and was just as close to her, if not closer than she was when they were by the door.

like last night, leni couldn’t say it. leni couldn’t tell paige she was happy because she wasn’t. she was comfortable. she had settled for riley. it was secure and consistent and she was content but she wasn’t happy.

lenis silence only encouraged paiges actions. paige knew if she was happy she would say it- hell, she would scream it. leni was a scorpio and a true one at that. she loved passionately and intensely and she wanted the whole world to know. if she really loved riley and was really happy, paige would have to accept that but that just wasn’t the case.

paiges movements were calculated. soft and gentle, a stark comparison to lenis rushed and needy ones last night. she cupped the shorter girls face, taking a moment to study her perfect features without the the influence of alcohol. her eyes were such a deep shade of brown, almost black. paige truly believed leni could move mountains with a single blink. her lips were naturally plump, with an exaggerated cupids bow that made them so enticing paige felt dread just at the thought of never having them pressed against her own again. her brows were carved into the most precise arches and when she glanced up at paige her lashes were long enough to reach her brow bone. to paige, leni had the type of beauty that the greeks would have carved into marble.

paige traced over lenis lips with her thumb and lenis eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, “paige…don’t.” she breathed out but she didn’t do anything to stop paige leaning down and kissing her. she didn’t pull away, she didn’t refuse to open her mouth to allow paiges tongue to slid in, in fact, she moved her own tongue in accordance. she moved her head to the side to allow paige a better angle. she dropped her blanket and let paige to guide her backwards by her waist, not breaking the kiss. and when her legs hit the back of the couch and paige laid her down, she opened her legs just enough for paige to insert herself inbetween them.

when paige reached for the waistband of lenis pyjama shorts she made a point of looking in her eyes, waiting for the go ahead. leni nodded, in a haze of need and yearning for the girl leaning over her, everything else disappeared. riley. the hurt paige had caused. the months of healing. it all washed away in a wave of pure love. lust. love? lust.

“say what you want, len.” paige needed to hear words.

“fuck me, paige...please.”

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story info • chapter one

[iamthedukeofurl]

One interesting thing that can happen in long running media is that the general cultural background can shift under the work, recontextualizing it as it is being written. I'm specifically thinking of the Order of the Stick, a Dungeons and Dragons themed webcomic that started in 2003 with the titular party of adventurers going through a dungeon.

From left to right, we have Belkar Bitterleaf the halfling ranger, Vaarsuvius the Elf Wizard, Elan the Human Bard, Haley Starshine the Human Rogue, Durkon Thundershield the Dwarf Cleric, and Roy Greenhilt the Human Fighter. The comic takes place in a fantasy setting that knowingly runs off the rules of Dungeons and Dragons third edition. Characters talk about rolls and bonuses and intentionally take levels in various classes. At the start, the comic was a pretty basic gag comic about the D&D rules, basic fantasy/adventure tropes, ect.

In the 20 years the comic has been running, it has updated about 1300 times, not counting bonus strips exclusively made for the printed version, and several print (or PDF) only side and prequel stories. It has also dramatically grown from it's roots, the art has improved while keeping the same general aesthetic, and the gag-a-day comic has become a sweeping fantasy epic. The characters have grown beyond their initial bits (Belkar is a Murderhobo, Elan is stupid, Haley is greedy, ect), and it's genuinely up there as one of my favorite stories. But anyway, let's talk about Vaarsuvius. If you look at the above art, You'll notice that the characters tend to have three types of body shapes: Rectangles for Roy, Belkar, and Elan, feminine curves for Haley, and Robes for Vaarsuvius. This presentation is a pretty consistent signifier of gender and/or somebody wearing robes. Early on, part of Vaarsuvius's running gag became their ambiguous gender. At the time, it was a fairly common joke in fantasy to talk about how Elven men had androgynous or "Girly" appearances, so V was part of that. Instead of a singular pronoun, characters would generally just abbreviate Vaarsuvius's name as "V", and whenever the narrative would have naturally provided some indication of gender one way or another, V would resolve the situation without providing any such indication. For example, an early gag has the characters seeking out a set of modern style bathrooms in the dungeon. When they find them, V says that their "More Efficient elven biology" means they don't have to go yet, so they wait outside while the boys go into the Men's room and Haley waits in the inevitable long line at the women's. When Vaarsuvius reveals that they are married, they use the term "Spouse" to refer to their partner, when we see their children, the children are clearly adopted (V and their partner both have pale skin, their children have darker skin) and refer to Vaarsuvius as "Parent". Vaarsuvius themselves seems to have trouble identifying other people by gender. Characters outside the central cast might refer to Vaarsuvius as "He" or "She", but doing so was always shedding light on that character's perspective, rather than saying anything about Vaarsuvius. The assumption behind the gag is that Vaarsuvius must be either male or female, and the joke is that the narrative/Vaarsuvius themselves keeps finding ways to avoid "Revealing" their gender. Fan wikis and official books list Vaarsuvius's gender as "Ambigious" and on the forum there used to be a regular, multi-part thread dedicated to debatings Vaarsuvius's gender, even after the author declared that it would "never be revealed".

Anyway, going back to the start, it's 2023, and something shifted at some point, both in the comic and in the general cultural background. The jokes about V's gender kind of fell off, not just because the gag got played out, but because the basic assumption behind it simply doesn't work anymore. Everybody knows that Nonbinary people exist. There's no point in the comic where Vaarsuvius switches from being "Ambigiously Gendered" to Nonbinary, in fact, the entire comic reads just fine if you read Vaarsuvius as male or female and just not caring enough to clarify their gender to anybody and at some point other characters just stop thinking about it. But it's interesting to see how a character trait that was once included in even the most basic character descriptions (Varsuvius: Elven Wizard. Arrogant, Intelligent. Ambigiously gendered) just kind of got washed away by a rising tide of cultural nuance towards gender. Also go read OOTS, it's pretty great.

[cherish--these--times]

I know I must have posted something about this back in the day when it was first broadcast, but it really strikes me, always, the way this exit scene was shot. Particularly the way the inside of the house is lit when Sherlock leaves. The way the light is inside the building, how warm it is, seems very purposeful, compared to the cold, blueish colour grading of the outside.

Especially considering how NOT yellow and warm the actual inside of the house was.

Very light snow, Sherlock's breath in the cold, tightening his coat around himself to fight off the chill. He's leaving behind the potential of a warm and welcoming place to stay (namely Molly, perfectly framed within this rectangle of golden light) to face the cold, hard concrete streets alone.

And she follows closely, watching him go, knowing she can't have him. With wistful music in the background.

This set up and the scene preceding it screaaaams missed chances. I love it. I love this show. I love these two. I miss them.

[artlyloser]

[ID: Illustration of Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption 2 and his horse backlit by warm yellow light. Arthur has a small grin and is petting the horse on their nose and mane. His hat shades his face and he is wearing his blue shirt with suspenders and his belt with his gun is slung on his hips. The background is a rectangle with a painted dawn sky and trees. END ID]

having a lot of fun just being a cowboy in this game