#2 a-c depending on the weather

[insomniac-pbparker]

a guy cannot have hair these days orz

[lvrhughes]

i do not mean this in a mean way but when i see people complain like 28°f is cold it shocks me

i had to google what it is in celsius to be fucking amazed that people think -2 is really cold like yall would not make it a single day here💀

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Being Miguel’s daughter and hosting Venom [2]

[Platonic One-Shot]

c/w: fighting, depictions of violence and gore, angst, female pronouns (she/her), feminine gendered terms used to describe reader, Venom is a big softie, only for you though 🤭

a/n: this is marked as part two because the first one shot was the first part, the drabble was more of an introduction to the idea 😭 I understand there might be some confusion about how these parts are set up but yeah the drabble was intended to introduce the idea more than it was meant to be an actual part of the series— like an extended epigraph… sort of

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It was raining the day your father had decided to return to your dimension— the dark and gloomy rain clouds above thick and heavy as they devoured the sky.

With them they brought raindrops thick and heavy in density that were spat out in a torrential downpour. Falling in copious and rapid quantities.

You had been sitting perched on the corner of a building’s roof, observant and watchful as you patrolled the streets from your perch.

The darkness that had followed the overcast night sky left the street lamps and starkly bright city lights bright and prominent in their glow. And your sensitive and finely tuned auditory perception picked up on the sounds of tires driving through rainwater on the pavement. The sound of particularly nocturnal people walking, bustling and moving about— the way their shoe soles stepped on the soaked through concrete of the sidewalk, some splashing as they came across puddles in the divets of the ground.

Everything that involved your senses and being aware of the world around you sharpened dramatically, now keen on focusing on the world around you. Listening starkly for any kind of traumatic event occurring.

“I like the rain.”

“Me too.”

“The atmosphere is relaxing. We feel at peace.”

You couldn’t help but agree, the weather more than accommodating in the sense your mood had improved drastically.

It had been two weeks since your father had made his appearance, and since then you had been tightly wound and more than a little hurt at his abrupt intrusion. Even more hurt at the way he had just left without so much as an ounce of effort in trying to get you to talk to him.

He had called your name, and he did speak to you— that was something you could acknowledge, but the fact he hadn’t bothered trying beyond that spoke a lot about what your relationship had come to. What it still was.

He didn’t care about you, he never had and the encounter from a little less than half a month ago gave you the impression that he never would.

A small part of you could admit that you had hoped maybe he would come after you, chase you down, take you into his arms and hold you tenderly. Lovingly.

An even larger part overwhelmed that feeling with a cold and bitter indifference that made you more angry than sad. Sparked to life when he left you behind in a home you didn’t know, with people you didn’t trust— and festered to much more significant levels as the years continued to pass with not a single word from him.

You shouldn’t have expected him to make an effort to fix your relationship, and you hated that you were so bothered that he hadn’t tried at all. You should’ve known that he hadn’t ever intended to be involved with you at all. And you should’ve just accepted that your relationship was beyond fixing— and there was no point in trying to repair something that had died a long time ago. Irreparable— damaged and broken.

And whilst anger and hate had spread and taken over most of your heart and soul, there was still a small part inside that was more hurt than anything.

That small child inside that had depended on her father more than ever in the wake of her mother’s death. A little girl that had quickly learned he wasn’t dependable, she couldn’t count on him at all. And she was quick to learn that there wasn’t anyone who had her back, was on her side. It developed into her trusting absolutely no one— “the only one I can really trust.. is me.”

“[Y/Name]? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured quiet and tame as you continued to watch over the city. The darkness and ache that had consumed your heart so very deeply at the remembrance of your father had dissipated when your friend had spoken to you. “I’m fine V.”

“Was it about him?”

You didn’t respond and they had expected that you wouldn’t, and didn’t say much after that. And you appreciated their understanding that you didn’t want to talk about them.

There was a moment of tranquility, peace in the loud bustle of your city as the rain continued to fall. But then your senses tingled as the familiar sound of a portal spinning open erupted behind you. There wasn’t a moment of stillness that you allowed before you were spitting webs at the wall behind the portal.

Miguel walked through the portal a moment later, it closed a second after and then you were launching yourself at him.

He may have not had the tingle at the expense he wasn’t even really changed like you had been. He hadn’t been bitten but had his genetic code changed, and his abilities came from a vial of liquid he injected directly into his bloodstream to keep his powers sharp and potent.

So, whilst he didn’t have the spider senses that tingled anytime danger was nearby, his natural instincts had been sharpened finely. Thus, he was able to bring up his arms as you drop kicked him into the wall you had slung your webs at.

Even though he was blocking his face protectively you had put enough strength behind the kick to hurt him, and he grunted as your kick connected sending him flying back.

[Y/Name] jumped to meet him against the brick wall and grabbed him by the throat, tightening her clawed fingers around his neck before she was pulling him from the wall and throwing him off the building to the street below.

The previous feeling of peace and content that had warmed her chest and blood had diminished, and was now replaced with thorough rage. Hot and ferocious.

[Y/Name] had sworn to Venom that she absolutely would resort to murder if her father ever returned to her universe, and here he was. So the alien didn’t falter nor make an effort to halt the anger that was slowly but surely filling his host’s body.

Another portal opened up behind her and she felt an itch of annoyance as she felt the familiar presence that made her senses tingle. Jessica Drew.

A snarl tugged at her features as she curled her lip and looked over her shoulder, a ferocious glare fierce and angry in her bright eyes.

“Venom.”

“Of course.”

Jessica stared as a thick, black matter pooled from her back and slid across her lean and muscular frame. The alien-like viscous oil gliding across every plane of her frame, concealing her entire white and blue suit in a tightened black version of it instead.

“[Y/Name],” Jessica began soft and quiet— an attempt to somehow quell the furious fire of rage she could feel hot and angry from where she stood several feet behind the young teenager. “I know what you must be feeling—”

“You don’t know shit.”

“You want to kill him. And I can’t let you do tha—”

Her sentence was cut short when she was suddenly thrown backwards, her senses had tingled but not nearly quick enough. And she had been sent backwards to the brick wall in consequence, she gaped at the O’hara stood in front of her on the edge of the roof.

She had turned to face Jessica with her back, and the blackened webbing surrounding her body seemed to pulse and tightened around her body. Every time she squirmed attempting to loosen them, cut them or escape they would just tighten. She resorted to calling out to [Y/Name] instead—

“Spider-Woman doesn’t kill people!”

[Y/Name] willed her mask to peel away, the small and thin tendrils crawling up her neck and hugging her forehead only made the harsh glare she threw at Jessica over her shoulder much darker. The snarl she gave baring abnormally sharp canines seemed to make her even more intimidating— it made Jessica uncomfortable how a simple look made a chill rake down her back.

“You’re right. But we do.”

And she shivered again at the alien voice that rumbled from the young adult’s chest. The words she spoke only succeeding in making her all the more uncomfortable and frightened. The tone she spoke in was deep and ferociously monstrous. And Jessica stared as the O’hara glared back for a single second before she jumped disappearing over the side of the roof.

[Y/Name] landed on the sidewalk paved along the side of the asphalt road, she jumped forward flipping out of the way as her father shot a web at the spot she occupied previously.

But he had jumped to meet her midair and they grappled as they fell back to the road, she managed to wrangle a hold on the back of his suit and brought forth Venom’s strength to throw him down the road before landing on it herself.

Miguel’s sharpened instincts flared aggressively as his young daughter launched a car at him. He spun around extending his arm forward simultaneously— the long and sharp blade on his forearm cutting the car cleanly in half. But she had been there to surprise him, lunging forward after she had thrown the car knowing he’d cut it in half opening up an ambush as she erupted in between each piece of the vehicle.

He gasped silently in shock at her appearance through the split and grunted when her punch connected to his face. Enough strength from her abilities coupled with Venom to send him flying back. And he flipped midair to land on his feet several feet down the street, he dug the blades on his forearms into the pavement to halt his movement as he looked up.

“I suffered! Alone! For twenty years, because of your cowardice!” [Y/Name] shouted as she stormed down the street, the mask Venom provided peeling back to reveal a ferocious snarl tugging her lips back and baring abnormally sharper canines.

“Protecting the security of the multiverse is not cowardly!”

“You knew invading another universe at the expense of your variant’s death was wrong! You knew your presence could collapse the very fabrics of a dimension! You always knew!” She roared in exclamation to his rather weak defense, having stopped just a few feet in front of him to properly put her feelings forward. Give him everything she had bottled up inside that had erupted suddenly since his abrupt appearance in her dimension two weeks ago.

Miguel just stood there, he swallowed thickly at her statement as he held eye contact with her. There wasn’t any indication he was intimidated by her on his face, his expression blank and guarded with slanted brows and narrowed eyes. But internally he was dreading the fight that would no doubt occur, she was anomoly after all.

“But— when she told you she was pregnant, when she told you she was excited to start your family.. what did you do? What did you do? You. Ran!”

“She was never meant to bear children! Never meant to give birth to you— that was not my fault!”

The audacity he had to ruin her life and not even acknowledge it only made [Y/Name] all the more furious, her blood boiling beneath her skin as she tightened her vicious snarl. “Not your fault?!”

[Y/Name] advanced forward, she reached to her left— her muscular forearm flexing beneath the deep black Venom suit as she gripped the side of another car and effortlessly lifted it throwing it at him.

He jumped to the side to dodge but she was there to meet him once again, having leapt from her spot on the street to put her knee in his face. He couldn’t bring his arms up quick enough to block it this time, and she forced him backwards when she utilized Venom’s alien strength to really hurt him.

Miguel grunted as her strike connected and he was thrown into the side of the building off to the side. She followed right behind him tearing her arm back and throwing it forward the second she was close enough. The hit had enough power and strength in it to send him right through the brick wall and into the empty warehouse within.

[Y/Name] landed several feet away from the form of her father on the ground, he was slow to get back to his feet but once he had he turned to face her. And she could tear his throat out at the scowl carved into his features, the conversation that followed only making her all the more infuriated.

“I’m not here for any other reason than to capture the anomaly in your dimension.” He says, a still blank and guarded look on his face. One that his young daughter matched only to a degree that looked more like she was enraged rather than unbothered.

“There’s no anomaly here, Venom and I would’ve picked up it’s unnatural scent immediately.” She reasoned.

“You wouldn’t know of it’s presence. Because it’s you.”

“What?”

“You are an anomaly, you were never meant to be born.. never meant to be bitten… never meant to host Venom. You don’t belong. You need to be contained.”

[Y/Name] froze, Venom inside stilling too as he and herself processed the words that had just fell from her father’s mouth. All was quiet for but a moment—

“You…”

Miguel watched as a dark look overtook her features, from enraged previously to downright hostile as her eyes darkened to an unseen degree. He felt a shiver of fear and intimidation shuck down his back in a brief burst.

“You bastard.”

The snarled words growled from her throat sent another ripple down his spine. And he swallowed thickly as the deep black viscous matter of Venom returned, and then she bore the same appearance as before.

The same lean and muscular frame but now entirely black with a white spider insignia, her mask’s eyes now more monstrous-like as opposed to the regular diamond shape as most spider people.

“Fine.”

[Y/Name] Venom snarled ferociously, Miguel watched as the alien bulked up his daughter. Not so much so that it wasn’t proportionate but enough to have him breathe out a brief exhale of uncertainty and anxiety.

His daughter had become powerful in his absence, and he had caused the black hatred to plague her heart. The fact she only looked at him with hate and a fiery light of murder and bloodthirsty rage was his fault and his fault alone. He had no one to blame but himself.

So, he really had no one to blame for this fight that would occur one way or another. He wasn’t sure he could beat her, and for the first time in a long while he felt a surge of anxiousness brew to life in his stomach. His heartbeat slightly erratic at the new feeling of diminished confidence in his chest.

He knew this would be hard, he knew he was walking into this fight with a significant power difference, and he knew for damn sure he wasn’t certain he’d keep his head. And Miguel had no one to blame for it—

But himself.

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a/n: started writing out requests so expect to see those soon but don’t get too excited as I can’t promise when exactly they’ll be finished and posted, my classes are kicking my ass and my job fucking sucks so.. bear with me please and I hope you enjoyed!

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[wildemaven]

The Secrets We Keep…

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

WC: 5284

Warnings: 18+; self doubt, asshole friend, cheating, divorce, failed engagement, food and alcohol, hotel hookups, hot and heavy make out session, a little angst I think, secretly in love with friend’s husband, I think that’s it.

A/N: This has been sitting for so long! I’m glad to finally get this off my WIP list! I struggled through some parts of this so I hope it flows well!! I feel like Dave is misunderstood and just wants to be loved, so this is me trying to give him that… Anyways hope you enjoy! Likes, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated, helps me know you enjoy and helps me to stay motivated so I can write more.

Shout out to @gnpwdrnwhiskey getting me in my Dave feels and talking through this with me!!

Masterlist / Main

“I’m going to tell him tonight!” You told the reflection looking back at you.

You give yourself a once over in the mirror, admiring the way the black dress drapes over your body, the way it hugged every inch of you. This slip dress was outside your realm of comfort, especially for tonight. You lived in well-worn jeans and buttery soft t-shirts outside of your 9-5 work attire, sandals or sneakers depending on the weather-- You chose comfort over dressing up 90% of the time.

But tonight you decided to throw caution to the wind, opting for something on the sexier side in hopes for a little confidence boost. The dress, simple jewelry and strappy heels were definitely doing it for you in this very moment. Taking one last spin, your phone vibrates on our dresser. Noting the time, you already know who it is—your longtime friend Carol.

*Ding*

Carol: Are you on your way yet?? The sooner I can get out of here the better!!

*Ding*

Carol: Dave is hovering and it’s pathetic

You were already dreading tonight and it hadn’t even begun.

*Ding*

Carol: I need a drink! The sooner the better!

You: Hi! Sorry!! I got sidetracked picking an outfit, but settled on the 5th option I tried on! Just grabbing my purse and heading out the door. Be there in 15!!

Carol. Carol York.

Your longtime friend of many years. You’d met when you both attended the same college in this very town. Both graduating at the same time and starting your careers together. You considered her one of your closest friends. You’d both had gotten engaged around the same time too. Her to Dave, who you always found to be very reserved but polite—could be his government job. And you to Jason… Jason who worked in accounting and loved to crunch numbers at all hours of the day— thrilling.

But as the years went on it was apparent that Carol didn’t value the friendship you shared as much as you had.

The digs were what you first started to pick up on throughout the years— the backhanded compliments, at your expense. Always pointing out things she thought you could fix about yourself— “You shouldn’t wear your hair like that, it’s not flattering” “I don’t know why you keep wearing that color, it horrible” “Why do you always just stand there when we go out? You would probably have more friends if you actually talked to other people”

You always brushed them off as Carol’s way of being a “good friend”, and as years went on you found yourself believing most of what she said too. She wouldn’t say them if they weren’t true… right??

When your engagement to Jason ended, Carol was there for you— sort of.

She and Dave had been married for a year when you and Jason had called it quits, deciding you were better off as friends and not romantically.

While you weren’t that heartbroken over the break-up, you still wanted your friend to lean on as you began to navigate through this new chapter of your life. Carol let you sulk for about 2 days before she was letting you know everything you could have done better and why Jason was better off. And once again, you took her harshness as just being a good friend—because that’s what good friends do… right??

It wasn’t until the affair began did you start to look at Carol differently.

Her and Dave had always seemed rock solid in their marriage. You never heard about fights or disagreements. Carol never complained about him outside of the normal annoyances. Dave was always the outstanding husband everyone adored. And while he was ever the dutiful husband, he was equally handsome. Carol knew women looked at him too. But that wasn’t enough for her. He wasn’t enough for her.

She met Glenn through work, you assumed some young intern wanting work his way up in the ranks. Carol kept it hidden as much as she could. But as they got more serious, the quick fucks in the office weren’t sufficient for them. So Carol had to think quick on her feet, come up with something that could get her more time with Glen.

In comes Girl’s Night.

Who would suspect anyone would be cheating, if they were meeting with their dear friend every Wednesday for a regular Girl’s Night? That’s how you found yourself getting thrown into this mess of a situation. Carol confided in you about the affair, said she was bored to death with Dave and needed something more exciting in her life— a complete shock to you. You had tried to tell her to just explain to Dave where she was coming from, maybe they could seek counseling to try and mend whatever Carol thought was lacking.

But Carol wouldn’t budge.

You became third wheel to her extra-curricular marital activities. Picking her up every Wednesday and driving to the fancy hotel across town where she would meet up with Glenn at the room he booked for them weekly. You would sit at the bar in the lobby for close to an hour by yourself, wishing you were literally anywhere else but there.

You felt icky letting this carry on for as long as it did—almost as if you were the one doing the cheating too. You didn’t deserve to be put in this position.

Dave doesn’t deserve this! I have to say something. I can’t be a part of this anymore! You thought to yourself as you drove the few blocks it took to get to their lovely two-story home. He deserved to know who his wife was and how she was when he wasn’t around.

Dave was a great guy. Always attentive to Carol and her lavish ways. Her wanting to look the part of the successful wife. Top name brand clothes and accessories, top of the line cars and dinners at the fanciest restaurants for no special occasion other than to just be seen. Dave just let her be, never complaining or showing any sort of annoyance at her ridiculous behavior.

Dave was the perfect husband if you were being brutally honest. And perfectly handsome. His dark locks were always brushed just right, never out of place. His eyes, while dark in color, held so much lightness to them—especially when he smiled that gorgeous smile of his. Your gaze instinctually would gravitate towards him without even realizing it sometimes. Imagining what it would be like to have someone as dreamy as Dave was.

You had even imagined what it would be like if it was you who Dave came home to every night. How you would take care of him—preparing his favorite meals, making sure he had a few snacks tucked away in his briefcase just in case there wasn’t time for lunch. Dave was worthy of being taken care of everyday. But this wasn’t reality.

Reality was Dave is married to your friend who doesn’t love him the way that you could—the way that you deeply wanted to.

You pushed those thoughts aside as you pulled up to their home. Checking yourself in the mirror once more before making your way up to their front door.

You knocked several times, waiting on the front step, hoping it would be Carol to open the door. You weren’t sure you could see Dave in this very moment. You wanted to wait until after you dropped Carol off at home, knowing she would be indulging in a few drinks too many and wouldn’t be up for conversation once she was safely home for the evening.

The creak of the door opening pulls you from your thoughts, and staring back at you is Dave. Dave in his grey fitted work slacks, baby blue dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up exposing his beautiful taut forearms. Your breath hitches in surprise, trying your best to conceal any sort of desire you have for this man.

“Hi..” His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe, no words needed to convey the look of desire he tried so hard to make look less than obvious.

“Hi Dave. I.. umm.. Is Carol ready??” The words manage to fumble from your mouth. The look he’s giving you is hard to read but it’s enough to send a yearning want through your body.

“Yes…Yeah! She said she would be down in just a second. Just finishing up. Would you like to come in and wait? I can get you a drink??” Pulling the door open and motioning for you to come in. He seems nervous too.

“Thank you, but I’m good. I don’t plan on drinking tonight but I appreciate the offer.” Stepping through the door and planting yourself in their entryway.

There’s a heaviness in the air as you both stand there in silence.

You avert your eyes as much as possible but you can’t help but look at the man standing before you, they way you’re so drawn to him as he stands there with his head down and hip out, hands resting on his narrow waist line.

The sound of Carol bounding down the stairs has you standing taller, hoping your awkwardness isn’t noticeable.

“Alright don’t wait up for me Dave. I’m sure we’ll be late like always.” Grabbing her purse off the stair railing and shoving her phone and wallet in to it.

“You’re wearing that?!” She points at you. Her expression shows distaste and a sense of jealousy if you had to guess.

You look down at yourself, embarrassment ticking the back of your neck. Looking up you see Dave staring at you, his face hard to read, he must agree with her and you wish you could crawl in a hole and hide away forever.

“Do I look bad?”

“Well it’s not the worst thing you’ve worn. But maybe this will the thing that catches someone’s attention finally.”

“Carol..” Dave’s eyebrows arch up at her comment, his jaw ticking to the side as Carol continues her onslaught of badgering, shifting his stance in the uncomfortableness that now surrounds the three of you.

“We’re late. Let’s go.” Clapping her hands together to announce her departure. Dave goes in for a kiss or a hug but is met with Carols retreating back as she makes her way to the car.

“Have a good night Dave. I’ll make sure she comes back in one piece.” You smile at him sweetly as you begin your journey to the car.

“Just so you know she was wrong. You look nice.”

You stop just before you’ve made it outside, turning to see Dave staring at you, his gaze has softened bit with Carol now out of earshot.

You can’t help but feel giddy at his comment, a smile tugging at your lips as you look at him.

“Thanks, Dave.”

*

You can feel your palms begin to sweat as you try to think of how to bring up the subject to Carol, knowing it won’t be received well.

You turn the volume of the radio down so you’re not competing for her attention.

“Carol, we need to talk. When are you going to tell Dave about the affair? You can’t keep this up forever. Just tell him you’re unhappy and I’m sure he’ll understand or something.”

“Ugh! Can we talk about anything but Dave.” Rolling her eyes and avoiding the topic all together.

“Carol I’m serious.” Your grip on the steering wheel tightening as you continue to question her. “This needs to end. And whether that’s you telling Dave you’re done and want a divorce or you stop this secrecy thing you’re doing and fix your marriage.”

You’re adrenaline is peaking and you can feel yourself questioning whether or not you’re doing the right thing.

“You couldn’t even keep a man long enough to get married, let alone keep an actual relationship— you think I’m going to take advice from you? Ha! That’s real fuckin’ rich coming from you.”

“This is the last time Carol. No more girls night out. No more me covering for you. I’m done— I don’t want to be a part of your lies any more.” Putting your car in park, finality dripping from your voice.

“What are you going to do, tell him yourself.” Swallowing the last bit of confidence you had as she continues. “You don’t think I see the way you look at Dave? That I don’t see the way you make eyes at my husband? You sound like a hypocrite.”

You can feel the heat as it spreads across your face. Are you as horrible as she is? You’d never act on your feelings towards Dave— he’s married, and he loves Carol. You would never involve yourself in someone’s marriage.

“Here, get yourself a drink or two, loosen up a bit. And while you’re at it, take out that stick you have lodge up your ass— might help you get laid.” Venom pouring from her mouth as she exits the car, tossing a few $20 bills on the seat before slamming the door shut.

*

The bartender keeps the drinks coming, Diet Coke on the rocks is as good as it’s going to get. You’ll pour yourself something stronger the minute you get home. You’re going to need it after tonight’s disastrous argument with Carol.

You’ve been sitting here nearing two hours now, an hour longer than normal and turning down several unwanted advances from inebriated hotel guests who clearly thought they were being slick as they slurred their words.

The bartender silently places another glass in front of you, a pity nod to your pathetic singleness. You’ll be sure to leave him a decent tip for the somewhat non-judgmental service.

A staggering figure heading your direction catches your attention. Carol being helped by who can only assume is Glen— you’d never met him prior to this evening, only been told of him by Carol.

You’re taken aback by him, he’s not what you expected at all. He’s short in stature, pointed features and what you can only assume is a poorly glued on hair piece.

Your brain trying to figure out the how and the what behind his appeal. He is everything Dave is not by appearance standards— you have to stop yourself from comparing this guy to Dave, he’s not yours.

Glen, who’s one bum hip away from an AARP subscription, is edging exhaustion as he tries his best to keep Carol upright as he tries to prop her up once they get to the bar.

Carol attempts to say something, but she is too far gone to make any sense.

“She finished two bottles of champagne, barely touched dinner so she’s a little drunk.” You’re already annoyed by his voice and you’d just met him.

He asks for your help and you both all but carry Carols half limp body to the passenger seat of your car.

Buckling her in, cause you still care for her safety, he mumbles some gross lovey nonsense to her and kisses her with his chapped crinkled lips. Thankfully they’re both unaware of how confused and semi-grossed out you are at their whole interaction.

“I’m Glen by the way.” Leaning further into the car extending his crepey hand over Carol to you in the driver’s seat.

You can smell the champagne on Carol’s breath, definitely smells expensive and nauseating, as she slurs through tries her best to introduce him to you, telling you how Glen is the CEO of her firm and how much money he has— it all making sense now.

You look at his hand then back up to his face. “So I’ve heard. Please close the door.”

He slinks out and closes the door as you start the car, promptly backing out of the space to set out on your drive back to the York’s home.

You were looking forward to washing this night off of you. Hoping a hot shower would strip away the guilt and shame of being an accomplice to Carol’s affair, as well as the what you can only assume the ending of your friendship.

*

You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting in Dave and Carol’s driveway. Carol’s snoring the soundtrack to you weighing the pros and cons of telling Dave.

Pros:

He wouldn’t have to suffer Carol’s charade of being the perfect couple to keep up with the Jones’

He wouldn’t have to deal with Carol being insufferable when she doesn’t get her way

He would be happy

Cons:

He might think you’re making things up to break up their marriage

He might tell you you’re meddling

He might hate you

The odds seem pretty even as your brain continues its spiral trying to convince yourself to just tell Dave the truth. The possibility of never seeing him again weighing heavily on your heart.

There’s a knock on your window and you nearly have a heart attack. Dave is bent down trying to get your attention, you’re not sure if he’d been standing there awhile or not.

You roll down your window, the cool air hitting your face, a slight chill creeping over your skin.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” You melt at the sight of his smile, he looks so happy when he does.

“She might have gotten a little carried away tonight.” Looking over at Carol still completely passed out, trying to decide what you should share about your evening.

“That’s okay. I can go ahead get her out.” He’s still looking at you, his gaze is enveloping and sincere. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

“Umm, yeah— sure. I’ll grab her purse for you.”

Some how Dave makes into the house with cradling her sleeping body, you following on his heels. Even in her drunken state, he’s still an attentive husband.

You set her purse down on the entry table and shuffle about, not really sure what to do with yourself. You’ve been here plenty of times but you all of a sudden feel like a stranger within these walls.

“Go ahead and help yourself to water or snacks if you’re hungry, just going to put Carol to bed and then I’ll be right down.” Looking down at you from the top of the stairs.

You admire his broad shoulders, his T-shirt pulled tight across them and his flexed biceps bulging as he carries his cheating wife to bed.

A drink of cold water was just what you needed to calm yourself down, now the glass sits heavy in your hand as you stand in the kitchen, trying to not let your mind wander off too much.

“Sorry about that. Got her all tucked in for the night. She’s going to hurt tomorrow.” Dave says as he enters the kitchen.

“Mhmmm..” Taking one last sip of water, your throat suddenly dry at the sight of him— a comfy relaxed t-shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans.

“Yeah…So, you ladies must have had a fun night then??”

You watch him move about the kitchen, grabbing dishes from varied spots on the counters and placing them in the sink.

“Yeah… W-we always have a great time.”

You place your now empty glass on the kitchen island in front of you, trying your best to sound as convincing as possible, but you’re not really sure he’s buying it when he only hums in response.

“I have some of that wine you love in the fridge if you want a glass?” He says pointing over to the fridge behind you as he settles up against the island counter next to you, actively trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I didn’t realize you like it too?”

“I— actually I don’t.” A nervous laugh huffs out of his chest, his hands settling in his pockets as he looks down at his feet for a few seconds, then back over to you. “You always bring it over and seemed to really enjoy drinking it. I keep a bottle, you just in case.”

“Oh..” His admission has you reeling.

Why would he go out of his way to do that for you? Carol doesn’t even like the wine, and you know this because she makes a point to tell you how cheap it is compared to the vintage Cabernet any chance she gets, which is usually in front of her other friends and colleagues.

And then it hits you like a ton of bricks out of no where, Dave has been more of a friend to you over the years than Carol ever has been. Always making sure you feel comfortable when he’s around and doing these small little things for you, like a normal friend would.

“Dave… There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah?” His brows furrowed as he looks at you with concern.

“Umm, these Girl’s Nights aren’t really that…” You take a deep breath before you continue to share your truth. “Carol…” The words seem to get caught in your throat, but you decide it’s now or never. “Carol’s been having an affair with her boss. She came up with this weekly night out thing so she could meet up with him and I some how got caught up in it. I told her she needed to tell—“

“I know.” You think you hear him laugh as he says it.

“What? You know about the affair?!”

“Yeah. Known for awhile actually.”

“And you never said anything?!”

“I work for the government and she’s really not as subtle as she think she is. Plus I needed to quietly collect all the information to help my case when we go to court. Knowing Carol, she’ll try to twist everything.”

Your hands planted firmly on the countertop to hold yourself up as you process what he just told you. You don’t know if this is a relief that Dave knows, or makes you look even worse that you hadn’t said something sooner, your head spinning in circles.

“Wait! What do you mean when you go to court?” Your attention snapping back over to where he’s still standing.

“I filed for divorce last week. The paperwork is waiting for her on the nightstand next to the Advil and water she’ll need when she wakes up.”

You can’t help feel relieved and happy Dave knows but also a little sad that he now has to deal with this. Divorces can be messy and knowing Carol, she isn’t going to go down without a fight.

“I’m so sorry Dave. I should have told you sooner. I can’t believe I just let her think she could use me for her own gain.” Your head hangs down a bit, you wish you had stood up for yourself all those times Carol was anything but kind to you— but hindsight is always 20/20 as they say.

Dave must sense your emotions as he slowly places his hand on yours, his thumb drawing small delicate circles over your wrist.

Your eyes are glued to where his hand is, it’s warm and tender. The tiny movements have your heart pounding, you’re not sure if he realizes the effect it’s having on you.

“Hey..” He leans back a bit to get your attention back to him. “You have nothing to be sorry for, this isn’t your fault at all. Even with out the affair, I think this would still be our outcome.”

“What do you mean? You seemed so in love with her.”

“I mean, yeah, I do love her— did?” His jaw ticks to the side a bit, trying to gather his thoughts. “We’ve both been distant for awhile now. I’ve been sleeping in the guest room for a month— we’ve essentially been separated under the same roof.”

“Carol never said anything.”

“I’m sure she wanted everyone to still think she had this perfect life outside of these walls.”

“Doesn’t really seem fair to you.”

He shrugs his shoulders, looking at you with a slight grin. “I could say the same about how she treats you.” And he’s right.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” His voice is shaky, his smile soft as he takes you in again. Pushing himself off the counter he inches closer until he’s standing directly behind you.

“Th-thank you.”

His fingers toying with yours as his firm chest meets your back, heat radiating from him as he cages you in.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, always wanted to tell you how beautiful you are.” His breath fanning hot against your ear. Your breathing heavy and rapid as he confesses his thoughts to you.

“Tell me to stop and I will…”

You turn so you’re facing him, your body giving in to what it has so desperately been craving, your hands seeking out more of him as they slide up his chest to his broad shoulders.

His eyes flitting up and down, your lips and eyes his main focus as he waits for a response.

“Don’t stop…please.” Ever.

It’s magnetic the way his lips collide into yours, a moment you’d only ever dreamed about in private, never thinking it would ever become your reality.

His strong hands work over your body, grabbing, pushing, pulling—taking advantage of having you this close to him.

Dave is a force, a heady mix of carnal desire and affection— a man starved of love.

The minute your lips part, his tongue is seeking out yours, heavy but sweet as he devours your mouth— you try your best to give him the same energy he’s pouring into you.

Your hips will themselves towards his, a slow deliberate grind against him, your fingers accentuating your need for more— and more he’s willing to give.

He pats your hip, signaling for you to hop on the counter, his hands grabbing the backs of your thighs helping you up.

A wet sensation has you nipples perking, Dave taking the weight of your breast in his mouth while he gently pinches and rolls your other nipple. The feeling of his warm mouth and the cool fabric of the dress against you sensitive skin elicits a small whimper, your head falling back and back arching into his touch.

“Dave..” You’re not even sure what you were going to say, your chest heaving and head clouded by lust. You’re putty at the hands of this man.

“Yeah, tell me—tell me what you want.” Kissing his every open space available to him— the top of your exposed chest all the way up your neck. His hands pushing your dress higher as he pushes your legs apart, prompting you to wrap them around him and pulling him in close.

“You. Always wanted you!”

A moan rips from his throat and he kissing you like he’s not sure if he’s ever going to again, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. Your own hands moving about, gripping his hair and caressing his face as your mouths work together.

Arousal thick and swarming, fueling the sexual fire that’s about to burn this fucking kitchen down.

At some point the reality of what is happening cracks through your brain and your body goes rigid— guilt washing over you like an ice cold bath.

Dave senses the shift in your demeanor and pulls away, brows pinched in concern as he tries to read your expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay— did I hurt you?” He’s breathless, his hair a mess from your doing, his lips full and he looks so beautiful in this post lustrous haze.

“N-no. I’m fine, I promise. I just— I can’t do this. I mean I want to, trust me I do. But it feels wrong.” You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Dave’s. “You’re still technically married and I’m no better than Carol if we let this continue with where this was headed.”

You can feel Dave nod in agreement before he pulls away, a brief kiss to your temple before he’s helping you off the counter and righting your clothes.

Your heart sinks at how quiet he is when he walks you to your car, you’re not sure what to say or how to feel.

You want to kiss him one last time, fearing this is it for the both of you, but you opt for a hug instead. His arms holding you close, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in one last time.

“Good night Dave.” Emotions high but you do your best to keep them hidden until you’re in the safety of your car.

“Night.” A subtle nod to you as you approach your car.

The drive home is bleak, ending a long time friendship and then turning down the man you’ve been in love with can conjure up a lot of emotions.

Time will tell whether you made the right decision.

*

Several Months Later…

Your work life has been hectic to say the least. But it’s kept your mind busy following that evening at the York’s house.

You hadn’t heard from Carol since that night, and you can only assume she thinks you told Dave which prompted his filing for divorce.

You wish you could say you were sad to lose your friend, but the truth is you feel lighter with out her in your life. You didn’t realize how miserable you were and how much she had made you feel unworthy of so many things in your life.

It felt like a blessing in disguise.

Then there was Dave. You hadn’t seen him either since leaving his home. You’d replayed that evening in the kitchen over and over again, which made you long for more than you should have. You’d both let feelings get in the way of what was right, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t wish things were different.

You think of him often as you go about your days and hope he’s doing well.

“Hi, what can I get you.” The sweet barista asks as you walk up to the counter in your neighborhood coffee shop.

“I’ll take a Latte with an extra shot and an everything bagel, to go please.” You have a few meetings today, so you need as much energy as possible.

“That’ll be $10.50.”

You begin to dig out your wallet to pay, only to realize you’d forgotten your wallet at home on the counter where you were paying bills last night.

“Shit! I—I forgot my wallet at home. I’m sorry, you can cancel—“

“Here. You can add it to my order.” A stranger with an oddly familiar voice steps up and hands the barista his credit card. “I’ll take an Americano and the same bagel order.”

As you go to thank the man for the kind gesture, you realize that this stranger is not in fact a stranger.

“Dave?”

“Hey!” His smile seems brighter and more relaxed. “How are you?”

“I’m— I’ve been good. How have you been?” You stammer over your words a bit, he was the last person you were expecting to see this morning.

“Can’t complain really. Work is, work and being a single divorcee isn’t all that bad.”

“Hmm. Single?” You try to contain yourself, but you’re just slightly giddy at his singleness.

“Yeah. Officially for about a month.”

“Congratulations— I think.” That makes him laugh.

“Thanks. Hey, do you want to sit for a bit.” Pointing over to an open table. “If you have time, I don’t want to interrupt your day.”

You glance down at your watch, your first meeting isn’t for 2 hours. You smile, grateful for your scheduling for the day.

“Yeah. I have plenty of time.”

[moomatahiko]

Diagnostic Criteria for Allism Spectrum Disorder

also known as, Neurotypical Disorder

(Parody)

To meet diagnostic criteria for Allism Spectrum Disorder according to DSM-5, a child must have persistent deficits in each of three areas of social communication and interaction (see A.1. through A.3. below) plus at least two of four types of restricted, repetitive behaviors (see B.1. through B.4. below).

A. Persistent deficits in direct, honest, and compassionate social interaction and patterns of using deception and manipulation of others perception. Deficits persist across multiple contexts, as manifested by the following, currently or by history (examples are illustrative, not exhaustive; see text):

Deficits in social-emotional reciprocity. For example, a. Indirect, ambiguous, or deceptive communication style, b. Over dependence on social norms and generalizations, c. Frequently superimposes subtext or places unfounded meaning on concrete, literal, or factual communication, d. Struggles with comprehending consent and personal boundaries in social interaction.

Deficits in verbal and nonverbal communicative behaviors used for social interaction. For example, a. Ritualized use of unusual or menial conversation topics (e.g. comments on weather), b. Pervasive passive aggressive communication style (saying “that’s different” when really meaning “I don’t like that”), c. An excessive use of eye contact, abnormalities in body language, and deficits in understanding and use of gestures.

Deficits in theory of mind and developing, maintaining, and understanding autistic relationships. For example, a. Difficulties adjusting behavior to suit various social contexts, b. Inappropriate or undesired responses in conversation (e.g. using repeated passive/apathetic responses to end a conversation, visible discomfort when your interests or opinions vary from theirs), c. Absorption in perceived social status “ranking”, d. Deficit in comprehending bodily autonomy and personal space, e. Restrictive fixation with and dependence on gender social constructs, f. Repeatedly engages in tribalistic behaviors, such as compulsive attempts to control reputation in groups, and exploiting, marginalizing, or punishing groups deemed unworthy or inferior.

Severity is based on social communication impairments and impairment in organized, specialized behavior. For either criterion, severity is described in 3 levels: Level 3 – requires very substantial support, Level 2 – Requires substantial support, and Level 1 – requires support.

B. Patterns of over-dependence on heuristics, social norms, and generalizations in behavior, interests, or activities, as manifested by at least two of the following, currently or by history (examples are illustrative, not exhaustive; see text):

Stereotyped or repetitive verbalization, use of objects, or speech. e.g., a. Simple motor stereotypes, b. Repetitive vocal stimming via verbalizing unfiltered thoughts or patterns of erroneous intonation c. Recreating social scenarios with toys or objects as children, d. Repetitive use of involuntary scripted phrases (e.g. “Lets hang out soon”, “How are you”, “Long time no see”, or “It’s nice to meet you”).

Insistence on sameness, extreme adherence to pre-existing social norms, or ritualized patterns of verbal or nonverbal behavior. e.g., a. Ritualized use of indirect communication, b. Strong attachment to group identity, rigid thinking patterns, greeting rituals, c. Need to conform, d. Difficulty in challenging pre-existing constructs in the world, e. Gullible to group biases such as bandwagon effect, groupthink, or status quo bias.

Lack of specialization or pattern-recognition that is abnormal in apathy or disorderliness. e.g., a. numerous superficial, shallow hobbies and interests with deficit in or complete lack of deeper exploration of interests, b. selecting interests based on social group or social influence, c. utilizing interests as social currency without genuine passion, d. ignoring small details because they do not align with expectations, context, or pre-existing beliefs, e. overly concerned with social perception instead of concrete objects or information.

Dulled or hyporeactive to sensory input or information that does align with pre-existing knowledge, beliefs, or self-interest. e.g., a. ”tuning out” sounds in environment deemed unimportant, b. easily influenced to interpret information based on how information is presented, c. overly gullible to confirmation bias, halo effect, and attentional bias, d. restrictively applyies existing social constructs as rules/expectations for all interaction and modelling of instead of generating beliefs based on sensory input and pattern recognition.

Specify current severity:

Severity is based on social communication impairments and restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior. (See table below.)

C. Symptoms must be present in the early developmental period (but may not become fully manifest until their behavior becomes intolerable to autistics).

D. Symptoms cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of current functioning.

E. These disturbances are not better explained by intellectual disability (intellectual developmental disorder) or global developmental delay. Intellectual disability and allism spectrum disorder frequently co-occur; to make comorbid diagnoses of allism spectrum disorder and intellectual disability, communication should be below that expected for general developmental level.

Note: Individuals with a well-established DSM-IV diagnosis of allism disorder, neurotypical disorder, or pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified should be given the diagnosis of allism spectrum disorder. Individuals who have marked deficits in social communication, but whose symptoms do not otherwise meet criteria for allism spectrum disorder, should be evaluated for social (pragmatic) communication disorder.

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had thoughts help.

So. Magical Girl AU. 2 ideas. First one is one I've touched upon very briefly before, but I love the idea of Weather's initial rage not simply being darkness but instead an overwhelming light, that relentlessly burns and destroys/ensnails anything near him. The darkness that overtook him actually calmed him, sealing that destructive light away. (Also maybe the dark was tied to Perla somehow idk.)

Then Pucci showed up and misread the situation completely. So now not only is Weather devoid of dark, he also is lacking in light as well, since that's still sealed away.

And when some light enters him again, and weakens that seal... well. Nobody liked what happened after that.

2nd idea: Perhaps those possessed by darkness look a little... off. Unless their modus operandi depends on going unnoticed, like Kira, they have some feature that twists their appearance, different for each person, and growing more pronounced the longer their body remains darkened. I imagine this would make the part 5 and 6 designs very interesting. :)

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

tbh, this AU is rotating really hard in my head and this is P E R F E C T

for the first part, I had an idea to both make it better and worse :>

so as I mentioned before, humans and most Earth Creatures in this are naturally born as beings of Light. However, what if while they can be corrupted by outside sources of Darkness, it's also somewhat..... natural, so to speak. Pain, fear, anger, even apathy, those feelings all make it a bit easier for Darkness to be inside them, but in healthy small amounts. Light meanwhile has more to do with emotions like happiness, determination, justice and can drive it back.........

so what if before his memories were taken, Weather completely gave into his newly unlocked Light. His Light that was once righteous and warm because burning and scalding, driving away the Darkness that would've been the balm to soothe his grief

Pucci (albeit accidentally and unintentionally) giving him this all powerful Light in the middle of his grief took away his ability to process his feelings and what had happened with Perla. These feelings toward tragedy are natural, healthy even, and necessary for the healing process. Instead, Weather got a bright, powerful but uncontrollable Light forced upon him that he didn't know how to use. He was a Magical Girl yes, and he wasn't necessarily a corrupted one, but that's simply because the Light burned too strong and bright to let it

The Light wanted justice, and in this case it was very close to vengeance. Perla was innocent and kind, and these people were hardly good. Perhaps they themselves were corrupted with Darkness, and Weather's own Light reacted to fight back, to protect, to try so desperately to keep him and what little he had left safe. The Light made him tunnel vision so much he didn't notice those getting caught in the crossfire nor the way his own body was slowly burning inside out. Didn't notice how his grief and anger and sadness where suddenly nonexistent beyond the desire to Do Good And Help By Getting Rid Of The Threat

Pucci awakening his power nearly spelt the end for Weather's life, had it gone for a few more hours

maybe that's also why Pucci brought him to Green Dolphin, hoping that the oppressive and constant Darkness will keep the seals firmly shut

this also raises the fun possibility of Jolyne And Co healing him not with Light like they usually have but with Darkness. Maybe Emporio could help here since he's been exposed to so much that it's basically a permanent part of him now, and in the process it helps balance himself out. They almost swap the excess power they have and finally get to be at peace

(also, I think for this bit I had a fun idea for the rain imagery. This whole time Weather is practically glowing, radiating Light constantly and the longer it goes one the more he begins to burn. His skin begins to crack in places, his eyes lighten to white, his hair begins to grow black at the tips and curl like it's been set on fire

((Actually hey what if Weather's hair is white because the overwhelming light from that one time basically bleached his hair))

but then....... when it's finally over. When they manage to douse the flames the overwhelming Light has brought, to give him Darkness to let him finally feel........ it gets cloudy and rains and finally Weather gets the chance to cry)

And shifting gears for the second idea, OF COURSE

Limbs and nails and teeth that are a bit too long or numerous, eyes that are a bit too vivid or have colored sclera, patches of skin that don't look quite right like instead they're scaled or leathery or just the completely wrong color, hair that seems to defy physics or sway in a nonexistent wind or not be completely made of hair at all, voices that have strange qualities and echoes to them, etc etc :)

Giorno and Emporio both grow up surrounded by those traits 24/7 and kinda got desensitized to it all. If anything, this is how people look and are supposed to be. To them, if someone looks normal they're an even bigger threat because that means either a) they're a trap and trying to get you to lower your guard and/or b) they're powerful enough to hide

[eljeebee]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

- an anon ask contribution for @simblr-question-of-the-day (Hi squat!)

I decided to do a separate post, just like what @changingplumbob did a question ago!

Since I mostly do story posts, here is my workflow:

a.) I draft the next story updates. Nothing serious, nothing deep. Just a rough draft that I want to happen. I have drafts in my laptop,

as well as in my phone [spoilers? lol]

Sometimes just one paragraph, or two, as long as I get the gist of it. This draft will be the basis when it comes to shooting the scenes.

b.) Before taking the scenes, I make sure that I have the poses and some specific clothes that I want and need. When it comes to clothing, it's rare that I use specific clothes on some scenes, because I have tons of CC in my mod folder, but I download it in advance. Some of it are already download in advance (that is not yet needed now, but is used far in the future)

b.1.) Sometimes, when I need a certain portrait of a character for a scene that is from a different save file, I make sure I do that first before I load the main save.

b.2.) When I need a certain build for the scenes, I have to build it myself. This is evident with the Strauds' nightclub and the Beau-Asvang's penthouse. It took me weeks to finish these. This is tedious for me, so some updates gets delayed, especially when I feel overwhelmed or bored.

c.) After that, I shoot the scenes. I base my scenes on the draft. This is another tedious part for me, especially if it involves a lot of characters. Sometimes, it has to be in a certain time of day. I don't mess time in that save, because I fear I'll mess up the calendar, so I rely in the fast forward function. The only thing that I mess with it is the weather. It can take me a whole IRL day, or a few days to finish this step.

d.) After taking the scenes, I choose which shots are the best, then delete the rest. I don't edit the photos because the reshade preset I use was made to skip editing it, but will only edit if necessary. No resizing is done (sorry if I'm lazy ;-;).

e.) In this step, the draft that was written before will be finalized once the scenes are done. Most of the time, the drafts get changed, because I change the parts of the story based on the scenes I took. The whole essence or message of the story doesn't change, only the flow and how I structured it will be modified. The finalized script is written in MS Word. A tip for everyone: type the tags you're going to use for the post in the document, so all you have to do is to copy the tags and paste it here in the text editor!

f.) Next, I'll upload the scenes and the script here in my Tumblr drafts. Sometimes, I break the scenes in separate posts, but sometimes I post it in one, depending on the story and the flow.

g.) Finally, I either: queue the posts, or I post it myself. I post the posts that has the "previous | next" links myself, because I want to quickly add the links as soon as I post it. I only queue on some posts, namely Beneath, and New Beginnings.

Again, this is my workflow when it comes to story posts! Gameplay posts like The Life of the Hatcher only get captioned based on the shots, and is not as heavily planned as the DLU (Davis Legacy Universe).

If you've reached the end of the post, thanks for reading! I hope you find this helpful!

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #75 I want to go home

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

This is officially the start of the 2nd season of drama tracks.

TL notes:

Obviously it's been a while since I translated crsm, but should be overall consistent.

Mob charas have been given the title "Public officer" and "Reseacher", no real basis for these other than context. (It's at least better than just "mob guy 1", "mob guy 2"...)

Stan is a replacement for 推し, it means to simply be a fan or supporter of someone (in a bit more aggressive ways than just, oh he's neat). I love Rikai, and would sacrifice my limbs for him, by that definition I am a Rikai stan.

Rikai: What nice weather

Sarukawa: yuh

Terra: There’s bugs everywhere♪

Ohse: yea

Fumiya: I’m hungry

Amahiko: yeh

Sarukawa: ! He’s back!

Rikai: Iori-san, how was it? Did you catch anything?

Iori: Nu-uh, not a single one

Iori: Grabbing char with your bare hands is tough

Iori: I still have a long way to go as a slave

Everyone: Haaaah………

Rikai: I want to have a proper meal

Fumiya: I want sweets

Amahiko: I want to stroke sexiness

Sarukawa: I wanna rampageee~

Ohse: I want to hole up in my room

Iori: I want to make yummy food

Terra: I WANT-! TO GO HOOMEEEEEEEEEE-!!!!!

-

Rikai: As for why we ended up the running for our lives in the mountains, is because of…

(Everyone is resisting against being handled)

Sarukawa: The hell’s your issue!

Nakagami: Lay off

Public officer: P-professor

Nakagami: I told you to not be violent.

Nakagami: You know none of you are on equal footing as them. 

Public officer: Yessir!

(Rikai blows his whistle)

Rikai: Who are you people! This is trespassing! Property damage! Battery!

Nakagami: Calm down, Kusanagi Rikai-kun.

Rikai: ?

Nakagami: Always prioritizing order, just as you’d expect from mankind’s leader

Rikai: ……!?

Nakagami: Motohashi-kun, fetch us some drinks.

Nakagami: I have no choice but to depend on your wonderful free service to settle things around here

Iori: Huh?

Sarukawa: The fuck ya sayin’ there!

Sarukawa: Leave, leave

Terra: LEAVE!

Nakagami: Do not be mistaken!

Nakagami: We are not a threat.

Nakagami: We’re on your side.

Fumiya: ….?

-

Iori: H-here you go.

Nakagami: Many thanks.

Rikai: (This man introduced himself as Nakagami Soemon.)

Rikai: (He’s affiliated with a special organization that stretches over the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Pentagon.)

Rikai: (A leading presence within the national defense of this country.)

Rikai: (This Rikai-oniisan here verified his identity, so there is no doubt.)

Rikai: (Nevertheless, while he is not a publicly recognized figure, he’s a key figure in supporting the government from behind the scenes.)

Rikai: (Why is such a character here for us?)

Rikai: (The topic had somehow turned to the issue with energy.)

Nakagami: The amount of material resources

Nakagami: A curse that burdens this miniscule island.

Nakagami: Even by dispossessing territory, even by procuring people, this country can’t do anything. 

Nakagami: You could say acquisition of coal, oil, nuclear power and further as alternative energies, is this land’s- no, the whole world’s ultimate desire. 

Nakagami: And so I had miraculously discovered it.

Nakagami: There’s been several observations of an unknown amount of energy coming from the surroundings of a courtly pavilion, serving as a vacation house of a former embassy.  

Nakagami: “T-this is….! What…….!?”

Nakagami: I was shaken to the core

Nakagami: And then it struck me, 

Nakagami: Turning a blind eye to such power will put the existence of our country at stake.

Nakagami: I named it Charisma

Nakagami: It’s what this country, rotten by idiocy to the core, needs the most right now.

Nakagami: You charismas will save the country, and change the world 

Sarukawa: Huhn?

Iori: Hm?

Terra: Eh?

Ohse: Ummm….

Rika: What?

Fumiya: Heheh…

Iori: C-could you explain this one more time…

Nakagami: We’re dealing with a resource problem

Iori: Uh-huh

Terra: That I understand

Nakagami: Up until now humanity has acquired diverse forms of energy,

Nakagami: Coal

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: Oil

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: Nuclear power

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: And I discovered a new type of energy, and that is Charisma

Everyone: Huh!?

(Silence)

Nakagami: We’re dealing with a resource problem

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: So far humanity has acquired

Nakagami: Coal

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: Oil

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: Nuclear power

Everyone: Yeah

Nakagami: Charisma

Everyone: HUH!?

Nakagami: According to the observed data, 

(Everyone starts yelling at Nakagami, as he monologues)

Nakagami: Somehow, while going on with your daily lives, you’ve accumulated Charisma Charge, and shortly after emitted terrific power from Charisma Breaking. This will changed the world. Perhaps to the point of no more wars. You might not realize it yourselves, but all of you are amazing. It’s deviating from the norm! It’s out of one’s mind!

Everyone: YOU ARE!!!!

Sarukawa: YOU’RE the one that’s been outta your mind the entire time!!

Amahiko: Professor, rather than such incomprehensible power, how about using the power of sexiness to change the world

Amahiko: ECSTASY WORLD!

Terra: I don’t know about that one

Iori: Amahiko-san be quiet.

Nakagami: No, he roughly has a point there. 

Terra & Iori: EH!?

Amahiko: I had a point…

Sarukawa: Hold it, supposing that we do have that kinda power, why the hell should we work with ya

Fumiya: Nicely said. 

Fumiya: That’s right, that’s right. Leave

Nakagami: Ofcourse I am not saying it for no reason. 

Nakagami: I will make it so that the whole country shall compensate you all.

Fumiya: Guess we’ll hear him out

Terra: Ito Fumiya

Nakagami: Social status, fortune and fame. Everything will be guaranteed regarding the future.

Fumiya: And sweets.

Terra: Ito Fumiya.

Nakagami: I’ve somewhat looked into your pasts.

Nakagami: It seems that society has treated you quite unfairly.

Nakagami: As if you’re defective human beings.

Everyone: …..

Nakagami: I disagree.

Nakagami: I respect your existence.

Nakagami: Cooperate with us. 

Nakagami: I’ll put your power to good use and reform this country.

Nakagami: As compensation you will get everything you want.

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Nakagami: “Together, to the next realm”

Nakagami: “Prayers alone will grant you nothing”

Sarukawa: Up yours ‘bout that cooperation

Sarukawa: You tried to force us to come along with ya

Fumiya: Kei’s outburst was a huge help

Sarukawa: Heh

Iori: I have slave contracts with everyone so no way that’s possible

Amahiko: He was a bit lacking in sexiness

Ohse: It was scary

Terra: I don’t need anything, just leave me alone

Fumiya: Well, that’s how society’s like.

Terra: Hm?

Rikai: Why~ Everyone! My condolences since it's my fault. 

Everyone: Huh?

Rikai: At last…..! At last this Charisma has been discovered!

Rikai: My daily achievements have been finally recognized by the state~! Ahahahaha!

Iori: What’s he all riled up over now

Rikai: Eh? We are talking about making me the prime minister, no? 

Ohse: Oh yeah true

Iori: NO!

Terra: Did you even listen?

Terra: We talked about saving the earth due to Terra-kun’s Terra-kun for Terra-kun’s sake

Iori: What are you saying?

Amahiko: It was actually about sending me out in the world as the Minister of Sexy Affairs

Iori: This isn’t a joke! The country will fall apart!

Rikai: Iori-san, we’re CHARISMAS here.

Terra: Exactly, what’s with that attitude against us Charismas

Amahiko: After all, we are Charismas here.

Iori: GEEZ! DON’T BE HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

Sarukawa: I’m never gon’ cooperate with anything

Sarukawa: That kinda shit’s worthless anyway

Sarukawa: Just ignore it

Sarukawa: Right, Fumiya

Fumiya: Eh?

Fumiya: Ah, yeah…

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Sarukawa: Fuck! They found us!

Everyone: ?

(Everyone starts running)

Public officer A: Found them! It’s Charisma!

Public officer B: Wait you Charismas!

Public officer C: Oi, the Charismas went over there!

Public Officer D: It’s Charisma!!!!!

Public Officer E: Charisma!!!

Iori: EEEH!? How did they find us!?

Amahiko: This deep in the mountains…

Rikai: (No matter how clever our escapes are, they will find us)

Rikai: (Due to this mysterious radar)

Public Officer G: Charisma over there

Fumiya: (We can’t shake them off)

Ohse: (What’s going to happen to us)

Everyone: Siiiiiiiiigh………..

Everyone: This suuuuuuuuuucks………

To be continued

Researcher A:  Uuuh… this is order?

Researcher B: An obedience…how-to? 

Researcher C: Ohse’s his first name?

Researcher D: What is a Minister of Sexy Affairs...

(Nakagami comes walking in)

Researcher A: Ah, Professor Nakagami

Nakagami: What are you doing.

Researcher A: We’re studying these 7 people. 

Nakagami: Studying, huh. Very well.

Nakagami: Then have you already decided who you stan?

Researcher B: Eh? Stan…?

Researcher C: W-what does that mean

Nakagami: By the way, I…

Nakagami:

Stan them all!

Researchers: Excuse me?

[darkimpala1897]

I'm currently doing a storm chaser Au for MOTA, I posted my three part today, so I just wanted to drop some lore slash headcanons

1. Bucky was adopted at age seven by Jack and Chick, he doesn't call them his dads. He calls them his weird uncles.

2. Buckys parents were killed by a tornado.

3. Bucky has been chasing tornados since he was a kid.

4. Bucky and Buck are married, but currently divorcing. But also at the same time not really.

5. Curt and Dickie have been married since the dinosaurs.

6. DeMarco is engaged to Brady, Meatball is their son.

7. Bubbles and Crosby are married duh.

8. Douglass and Hambone have been dating forever.

9. Helen and Nash are married.

10. Quinn is in a situationship with Bailey and Babyface, I can't even explain it.

11. Ken is married to Winks, they have a son named Sammy.

12. Sammy was carried by Helen, but she is not biologically his mother.

13. Meatball was found in what was left of a barn, he was just a puppy.

14. Helen is the only one with her life together, she's a sex therapist, which Nash finds hilarious.

12. Ken and Winks are farmhands slash mechanics, that live on Jack and Chicks farm.

13. Everyone lives in Jack and Chicks basement.

14. They live in Wakita Oklahoma.

15. Nobodys car dates past 1996 is a running joke between everyone when in reality its like 1990.

16. Hambone is the human barometer.

17. Croz is the navigator, he has a whole a conniption if Bubbles folds the maps.

18. DeMarco drives a retired school bus, for some reason well drunk DeMarco put where it use to say school, it says "Burrito Barn" now. He doesn't know either.

19. Bucky drives a blue 1983 GMC Vandura with a unicorn painted on both sides.

20. Ken painted the unicorns on Buckys van.

21. Curt and Dickie drive a black 1989 Chevrolet Suburban, it's nickname is "The Beast"

22. The Beast has been put back together four times now, the most severe incident was a cell tower piece through the windshield.

23. Bubbles and Croz drive a 1982 Ford F-150.

24. Douglass and Hambone drive a 1983 Ford LTD Country Squire, Hammy calls it "The Boat" or "The Wagon" depending on the day.

25. Douglass loves to drift his Squire, which is not good for it.

26. Rosies drives a 1985 Chevrolet Chevy Van, it has utility lights on it, Bucky calls it "The Boring Van"

27. Helen and Nash drive a 1975 Chevrolet K-10.

28. Bucky is the resident idiot of the group.

29. Rosies operates all the fancy equipment, and the cameras for obvious reasons.

30. They have a YouTube channel, which is called the Windy 100th. Rosie thought of it because he was a history major.

31. Their YouTube channel isn't that popular, but it's more about them having fun then anything.

32. Curt and Brady do audio, they have the best ears.

33. Smokey is their doctor, but he is a registered wackadoodle.

34. Smokey drives this hideous green 1990 Crown Victoria it belongs to Stormy, though he pretends not to own it for obvious reasons.

35. Instead of Brady yelling "Son of a bitch, that's France! He's yelled "Son Of Bitch, that's the tornado." He nearly died that day.

36. Brady just owns a baseball helmet for some reason.

37. Hambone is called Hambone because he literally got smacked by a flying pig.

38. Babyface is called Babyface, because for some reason he keeps getting smacked in the head by babydolls.

39. Stormy is an actual meteorologist, that just helps out the group. So he slightly has his life together.

40. Ken owns a flatbed tow truck for obvious reasons, but he normally drives a 1977 GMC C-15 which he shares with Winks.

41. Buck owns a 1984 Jeep Wagoneer.

42. All of them met in college well studying you guessed it weather.

43. Rosie knows Oklahoma by heart, he sings with Smokey.

44. DeMarco loves rock music, he blasts it on drives through speakers on his bus.

45. Douglass loves classical music.

46. All of them are amazing drivers which is surprising considering.

47. Chick is the one who cooks, Jack bakes and makes pretty much everything.

48. Jack makes wind chimes that he sells.

49. The only one to ever have seen an F5 was Bucky, its what killed his parents.

50. Bucky thinks he's the leader, but it's actually Rosie.

That's it, that's lore for the Windy 100th aka Storm Chaser AU.



[katiifaetarot]

Hello friends, beings, and starlights! Im new to the tarot community (at least on this specific platform) and would like to help guide, give honest/TRUTHFUL advice, and be a safe space for anyone+everyone who feels safe here! 🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

My goals/intentions are always to help others through my experience, to teach/guide/EMPOWER them to work on themselves, and encourage them to find the strength, courage, discipline, and honest wisdom within themselves, without looking for outside validation! From anyone OR anything!

** I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

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My reading today is messages from The Spirit Animal YOU Choose!

It'll most definitely fall under the category of 'what you need to hear right now' so sorry for the generic and short reading today, Im feeling under the weather (×_×)

There are 4 piles and you will be picking through the Spirit Animal Card in the picture right below this text.

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- DRAGONFLY

PILE 2- CASSOWARY

PILE 3- BAT

PILE 4- CROW

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING THOSE TYPES OF READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️you HAVE to be able to use your better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep you on track for the future you WANT for yourself⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

You need to get rid of any illusion surrounding your perceptions, viewpoints, belief-systems, certain ways you may move through life, people in your life, situations around money, etc--

the only thing holding you back is yourself. But your soul / faith / HIGHER SELF!!! want you to grow, transform, rebirth yourself into an authentic version of yourself! Trust yourself and trust that whatever illusions fall away, a new, better, AUTHENTIC truth will takes its place.

try doing something new to help broaden your viewpoints or open your mind to something you never knew you liked!!

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OKAY PILE 2:

Respect yourself. 🎵"R-E-S-P-E-C-T, tell you what it means to me"🎵

You're being asked to take a look inside of your mind and ask yourself: 'Am i cultivating a safe space within myself?'

Negative self talk will ruin any chances of you standing up on your own 2 feet. Let go of the TOO critical, inner critic.

Dont let yourself disrespect YOU! because you're signaling to anyone around you, that they can disrespect you too.

Build better habits around the self talk inside of you and you will be able to cultivate better boundaries with YOURSELF! and others around you!

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OKAY PILE 3:

LET THOSE FOUNDATIONS CRUMBLE, LET THOSE PEOPLE LEAVE, LET EVERYTHING BECOME BRAND NEW AGAIN SO YOU CAN GET THE LIFE YOU DESERVE!!

Its okay that change has left you barren, left you empty, left you a shell of yourself.

This is the first step to becoming a better version of yourself, so long as you dont fall into negative patterns again.

You have the chance to change your circumstances right now by fully releasing your past, even the past versions of yourself.

Journal and Mourn what you need too.....but continue forward and start cultivating a stronger sense of self!!

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OKAY PILE 4:

"Treat others as you would like to be treated, NEVER expect others to do what YOU should do yourself, and NEVER act in ways that may cause harm to another"

-an excerpt from the animal dreaming oracle guidebook by Scott Alexander King

There might some decision(s) you are mulling over and its making you recognize how important CHOICES really are.

You've maybe been leading all your life by other peoples: values, morals, beliefs,perspectives, feelings, thoughts, actions, etc- WITHOUT figuring out if that is what resonates with you internally.

Its time to reconnect with yourself or a faith.....in away that feels more authentic, truthful, and positive. So YOU move through life how YOU deserve and WANT TOO!!

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

**please let me know how I'm doing in any way you can! that is the easiest way to support me and also a good way to signal to me that I should keep going + any helpful advice from the community would be welcomed and appreciated because i've been off tumblr for about 5years+ now and its all different n' shizz 🥺 🥹 🙏🏼

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**ONCE AGAIN, I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

[achy-boo]

Saturday Atelier

1.Neka

2.Neka

"RSA's enigma. He is the only student who nobody knows nothing about expect one of his eyes cry blood.."

Name: Saturday Atelier

Romaji: Atelier Saturday

Quote: "Why people want to know about my kind? It's..weird." or "Do you really want your device to be useless? Please mind your business and we will be chilling.."

V/A: Wanderer from Genshin(both English and Japanese)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: He does not know

Age: looks like in his early to mid 20s though he is actually a lot older than that

Birthday: October 13th

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Eye color: Blood/Dark red

Hair Color: Gray but in the light is pale-ish blue

Height: 6'6

Weight: 104 lbs

Race: Angel(former) Fallen Angel(Former), Angel of Corruption and Illusions

Homeland: [Data Corrupted]

Family: [Date Corrupted]

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: He is in RSA but if I made another fandorm in RSA, he will be in House of the Misfits

School Year: 2nd year

Class: 2-C

Student Number: No.13

Occupation: Florist

Club: Gardening and art club

Best Subject: Art

Favorite Color: Grey, Blue and Red

Favorite Food: Anything really, he is normally eat what he got

Least Favorite Food: Miso Soup, Sundae(no not the ice cream){It is the taste that got him..}

Likes: Yuuken, RSA(Kinda..), cold and gloomy weather, gardening, drawings, watching others, being respected due to his quiet nature, who he is today

Dislikes: Certain NRC students, Crowley{he never like him}, videos or photos of him without consent, summer, many many rules

Hobbies: Gardening, drawing, watching the rain

Talents: He is ambidexterity, corrupting any videos and pictures, animal tamer, control illusions

Nicknames: Saturday(Normal), RSA's Enigma, The boy who cried blood

Other Nicknames: He normally like unique nicknames but as long as it does not insult or offended him, he is fine with it

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Gray hair that reach to the back of his neck, red eyes with one of them has plus sign in them, pale skin, wearing the usual RSA uniform but his are more darker and more unique, one of his ears has more piercings than the other, he always wear that two necklaces who he always say to 'keep him at bay'. He had that halo that is both broken and melting but look closely to see that halo glitching from time to time

Personality: Silent, mysterious but helpful is what any RSA student would say about him. Nobody knows much about him other than that he is very closed with RSA's headmage. He has the curiosity of a child but with a wariness of someone who seen some things. However he has a tendency to break and corrupted any devices in anger since he does not like it when people took videos and pictures without his consent. He is very kind to everyone even the children and the elderly. He is wary of certain NRC students even during the tournaments. He is very secretive with his information but he only trust very people.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

-He is the headwarden of the House of Misfits

-He is best friends with Delona Bloodstone

-Selective mute

-He is mostly in the crowds, minding his business

-He had a habit of playing with his halo

-His familiar is Barn Owl name Stormy

-His um is..deadly but tame

-One of his eyes cry blood and even he did not know why

-His necklaces has a part of his um

-His first necklace is a choker while the second one is an upside down moon and a blood drop charm.

-His voice is actually deeper and more..husky to said the least(This is mainly the reason why he is so silent)

Unique Magic: Corrupting Illusions

"Illusions are either good or bad but if the illusions get out of control..there is no stopping the corruption. Corrupting Illusions"

Corruption Illusions is a um of Saturday's. It cause the person or people in questions to experience an illusions depending on their past which said illusions slowly getting corrupted to the point of insanity which can cause someone to faint and wake up with no memories of what happen. But the most common saying is; There are eyes in the corruptions and a demonic smile that seen in the distance.

Fun Fact: If you had an twst oc or any oc who is an angel, fallen angel or a demon, ya can bet ya asses he would avoid them like a damn plague due to his um and the fact of what he is

[jeannereames]

Corn Soup weather

We're getting our first freeze this weekend, and my brain turns to favorite winter foods. Not a huge soup person, but I have an amazing chili recipe, and a very good corn soup recipe. I'll share the corn soup recipe here, as it's pretty easy (compared to the chili, which is a witch's brew of ingredients/spices).

Traditional Great Lakes Corn Soup has three main ingredients: lyed corn, (hard) beans, and meat stewed slowly in broth--with about a million family variations. Ha. Traditionally, the meat was venison, and leeks/green onions (or other onions were added), plus some herbs. Any hard bean will do, but I prefer red beans or Appaloosa beans for color. Below is how I make it. You could make a meatless version by dumping the meat and using vegetable broth. I HAVE made this with venison and IT IS AWESOME (much better than the pork version).

Additionally, lyed corn = hominy = posole. What it's called varies, depending on where you live. It's best to get dried hominy, not canned, but if you're in a hurry (as I often am), canned hominy will do. Drain it to get out the excess salty fluid! White is preferable to yellow (sweeter), but purple/blue makes a fun variation.

Below assumes dried goods, but if you want to "cheat" and use canned goods, 2 cans hominy for every 1 of beans.

Native Great Lakes Corn Soup

1 lb. package of dried lyed corn/hominy/posole

8 oz. dried dark red beans, or Appaloosa beans (I grow my own)

1 large onion or 2 leeks or 6-10 green onions (depending on size)

1 lb package bacon, fried crisp to crumble (can be excluded)

1/1.5 lb. salted pork or (healthier) pork loin cubed; (venison if you can get it--if so, drop the bacon)

pork stock or other broth

seasoning: salt, pepper, savory, thyme, garlic, sumac, (rosemary)

YOU MUST soak the corn and beans overnight. For the uninitiated, if you don't do this, they'll break your teeth. Then cook both for c. 2 hours before you start on the soup. Both must be soft! (This is why I sometimes cheat and use canned, but it's never as good.)

While waiting for the corn and beans, using an iron skillet (best!), fry the bacon, nice and crisp, then sear the pork in some of the retained bacon grease (don't cook through). Also sear (but don't cook through) the onions/leeks/green onions.

Once the beans and corn are ready, drain and dump into a big crock pot along with the pork and onions. Pour in enough stock to cover well.

Add herbs. My amounts vary, tbh. Don't overdo the salt, pepper, or garlic. But go wild with the savory and thyme (1 tbsp each [fresh] is common for me). I consider both essential. Sumac is also great if you can get it (maybe 1/2 tbsp). Be careful with rosemary or it'll overwhelm subtler spices. You can leave out if you don't like it. But I taste as it cooks and add more of whatever seems missing.

Set your crock-pot to high for about 45 min--just enough to get it good and hot all through--then reduce and let is simmer on low for 3+ hours. Add stock as you need. Like good chili, this is better cooked long and low than hot and fast. Flavors need to mingle.

Add most of the bacon near the end, mix well, and be sure it's got about half an hour to mingle.

Serve with more bacon sprinkled on top + good bread to soak up the broth. Sourdough is recommended.

[azures-bazar]

Tutorial - Pose and Animations for greater pictures

Hello everyone and welcome to another tutorial !

Today, I’ll explain you a few basic tricks for you to create some good screenshots by using Rampagne Trainer’s Scenario and Animation sections as well as Object Spawner ! I kinda taught myself to use them, allow me to share the little I know with you !

For this tutorial, allow me to create a very sweet scenario : some Kierthur (don’t blame me, I ship Kieran with both Arthur and my OC lmao).

Our boys are having some good time somewhere near Strawberry ! ❤️ - Final results (no Photoshop) by the end of the tutorial

Prequisites

Rampage Trainer by RampageDev

ScripthookRDR2 by Alexander Blade

Red Dead Redemption 2 Animation List by fegma

Installation

Just like a said in the Your Own Character in Story Mode Tutorial, place your unzipped Rampage folder in the game root file :

ex: C:/Azuresbazar/Programs/Rockstar Games/Red Dead Redemption 2

I recommend you to create a mod folder on your desktop, giving you a possibility to check which mods you have and how to delete them if you want, for example, to play Read Dead Online (you can be banned if you use mods on RDO).

Location Selection

The very first obvious task you will give yourself will be to select a desired location for your screenshots. If you're planning to add some objects on the ground, my advice is to select an area where there little to no grass at all.

STEP 1 - Create your setup by using Object Spawner

First of, I recommend you to stop in-game time. Open Rampage Trainer by using the keyboard key and select World, then select Time. Click on Stop Time, so you won't have to build your setup by night. You may also check the Weather section, you will be able to choose your favourite weather type. For the setup, however, I recommend you to keep a rather "sunny" weather.

In order to create your setup, head back to the main menu and click on Spawner. Then, click on Objects. This section will allow you to get all objects located in the Rampage's database.

When setting your setup, I recommend you to use the Creator Cam feature. It might look tricky to use at first sight, but using this camera will allow you to position your objects more precisely... and to basically see what you're doing. Without it, your objects will end up out of sight, which is obviously not something you want !

STEP 2 - Positioning tricks

Unless you want something to float above the ground, going by the positioning section is nearly mandatory.

Here are some details which might help you when positioning objects (and peds) :

Precision will increase/decrease how much your objects will move when you will position them.

X axis and Y axis will adjust the place where your want your object to be on an horizontal axis.

Z axis will allow you to move your object up or down.

Pitch and Roll will adjust your object’s position depending on where you placed them (rolling it a little when you’re on a slope, for example).  

Yaw will turn your object around (max 360°).

Texture will, just like it's called, change your object's texture depending of your choice, some objects might not have another colour.

Dynamic Entity is a feature which somewhat activates gravity if some of your spawned object is floating in the air.

I haven’t quite used the rest of these tools yet. If you know them, feel free to tell me more about it !

As you can see, as of today, I haven’t found a way to hide vegetation under a spawned object. If you have any idea, please let me know !

Now that we created or little setup, it’s time to have fun with peds and poses !

Adding Characters

STEP 3 - Spawn your desired ped

For this set of pictures, I decided I would be using a Chapter 3/4 version of Kieran along with a generic version of Arthur. In order to spawn the two of them, head over to Spawner, then to Peds, and then go to Search Peds.

Kieran Duffy’s ped model : CS_KIERAN, variation 7

Arthur Morgan’s ped model : PLAYER_ZERO, initial variation

Note that Arthur will spawn without a beard. If you want to edit this, you will need to head over to his ped wardrobe. A few beard options will be available, including player John's beards.

Another advice of mine is to freeze the peds you are about to spawn. It will block them from fleeing and move too much during a scenario or an animation. To do such, head over to Spawner Settings and select Spawn Frozen. You may also select Spawn Interactable if you want your peds to respond to you whenever you will want to interact with them.

I decided to allow Arthur to interact with Kieran and himself lmao

STEP 4 - Position your peds

You have two options to position your peds.

Option 1 – Use the creator cam feature :

I’m not very familiar with his one for now. Huge thanks to @adalidposts who made me discover it ! You just need to drag and drop your ped model wherever you want them to be. When you see this little green cross, it means that you can select your ped and move it where you want. The biggest advantage of this positioning trick is that your character wont stop his scenario/animation whenever you will move them.

As of today, I don’t know how to use this feature yet ! I’ll work on it !

Option 2 – Use the positioning feature :

(took me a while to realise but the two horses decided to despawn……….)

This is the feature I’ve been using so far. The menu is almost the same as the one you had for the objects, you just don’t have access to features like Pitch and Roll. This way has its ups and downs, the biggest coin it has it that your character leaves their loop as soon as you use the X, Y or Z axis.

However, as what I have noticed, not all scenarios will be available depending on your character. For example, Arthur won't be able to sit down and sketch when you’ll select the right scenario, or won’t play female-typed scenarios. You won’t be able to play animal scenarios either.

For this tutorial, I’ll use the positioning feature as I’m more familiar to it !

STEP 5 : Make your characters move

Option 1 : Scenarios

We will first start by using a scenario. All of them can be found in the Scenario section when you select your ped ! When you play a scenario with your character, some related objects will spawn. Want to smoke ? A cigarette, a cigar or a pipe will spawn you’re your character’s hand. Want to read something ? Either a journal, a notebook or an actual book will spawn ! Want a drink ? Just pick an option, a bottle or a glass will spawn too !

For this example, I’ll select two scenarios for Arthur and Kieran after positioning them, and this is the result I looked for (almost).

Kieran scenario : WORLD_HUMAN_SLEEP_GROUND_PILLOW

Arthur scenario : WORLD_CAMP_FIRE_LAY_GROUND_SIDE

Kieran scenario : WORLD_HUMAN_SLEEP_GROUND_ARM

Arthur scenario : WORLD_CAMP_FIRE_LAY_GROUND_SIDE + “Thank You” Upper-Body Loop Emote

Option 2 : Animations

Animations are... a very big thing, let’s be honest. It took me a while to realise how they worked, and I have still many things to learn since I have barely tried ten or eleven dictionaries so far.

Animations work exactly like scenarios. However, props won’t spawn when your character will get into one. The main advantage is that you’re actually free to use whatever animation you want, scenarios which were locked for your character can be unlocked by selecting the right animation. You want Arthur to act like Abigail with Charles ? Feel free to pick up an animation and use it as you wish !

A full list of animations can be found of GitHub with the like I provided above. Don’t worry if you feel lost or something, I was really scared when I first glanced at them ! I advise you to copy them into an xml file and keep them around you might want to use some of them someday.

Rampage provides you a set of animations. In order to access them, go to animation dictionaries and click on reload list. All animations pre-registered in Rampage will be found there, feel free to try them ! Don’t worry if your animation dictionaries list doesn’t look like mine, I already added a few animations inside !

How to play an animation :

Animations can come across as being quite tricky to use. Here is what you will find if you select one of the animations already provided in Rampage.

If you want to use a custom animation from your XML file, head to Play Custom. You will be met with two fields to fill. Select your animation as such :

Set the Anim Flags to 1 so your characters will enter a loop and won’t stop playing the animation you set for them.

Here is our final result by using the frozen couple animation, with the upper body loop of the “thank you” emote (I wanted to make them smile !)

There are plenty animations out there to use ! I still haven’t figured how you can make two peds perform an animation together at the same time (like a dancing animation, I actually look for the right moment and manually click on play to trigger it). Feel free to tell me if you found another way !

Now that you finished preparing your setup and made your peds pose correctly, you might want to change time to get a better lightning. Head back to Rampage’s main menu and select World, then select Time. You will be able to play with the game's clock and get a better lightening. My favourite is either Sunset or Sunrise.

Final Results (without Photoshop, I was being lazy)

NOTA BENE :

Some animations and scenarios can be very glitchy, since many characters were not designed to perform some of them.

If you use the positioning feature of rampage instead of creator cam, your character will stop playing your scenario.

If you want to play Jack's animations/scenarios (some of them are cute), your hat will literally fly above your head.

Some object will get some texture issues depending on your location, or might vanish somewhere depending on your positioning details.

You can add custom animation to Rampage by going inside your Rampage files : Rampage/Lists/PedAnimList.txt

Here's a short list of some cool animations I found so far (mostly couples) :

Hug animation (used in the three last shots) :

script_re@kidnap_victim

thank_you_a_plr thank_you_b_plr thank_you_b_victim thank_you_a_victim

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Another hug animation :

script_re@proposal@accept

action_male action_female

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Bed hug animation

cnv_camp@rcbch@slp@bcabi_slp_cnv2

action_abigail action_john

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Sean and Karen on knees animation (return party)

cnv_camp@rchso@mus@ccunsnkns_sng1

karen_action sean_action karen_intro_base sean_intro_base karen_intro sean_intro

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Arthur and Karen dance loop (can be used for Mary-Beth)

cnv_camp@rchso@cnv@ccdtc33@player_karen

karen_dance_loop arthur_dance_loop

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Making this tutorial was tacky since I'm still not really skilled with animations. If you have any questions or corrections to provide, feel free to tell me ! ❤️

[metalbrojack]

Doing something for myself on this one bc I’ve been needing this since forever

Brittany Furlan Nsfw alphabet

(Male reader intended and implied polyamory with tommy lee bc I think he’s hot )

Genre-smut(obviously 🙄)

GRRAHRAHRAH…sorry

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She’s probably too nice, like accidentally making you cry because she’s just like, “I’m so proud of you, you did so well for me.” *curls up and dies*

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For her she really likes her legs, she likes to wrap them around your waist and pull you close. For you it would probably be your lips, she’s constantly praising your mouth during sex.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

She likes when you cum inside her mouth and cunt but also on her face. But she likes to cum on your fingers so you can suck on them.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She secretly likes when you look up at her with big puppy eyes, especially when she’s riding you. And she really wants to peg you but she’s afraid of asking.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s naturally just good at everything, she knows exactly how to make you fall head over heels (tears for fears?!!)

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Reverse cowgirl and missionary are definitely most common but she enjoys spooning as well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on how horny she is. If she’s having morning sex when you’re both sleepy she is giggling and making jokes. But if she’s planning on having sex she is more serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She shaves. I mean she takes a lot of bikini pictures and I would imagine she would have it shaven but maybe just a little bit on there and it’s a dark brown.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

She really gets into the moment, only you and her exist for a moment to her.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She does, even if you’re home. But doesn’t let you when she’s not home and really likes phone sex when she’s away.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She has a mommy kink, enjoys semi public sex. And she likes to deny your orgasm.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Preferably the bedroom but open to do it anywhere with privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you get whiny and when you obviously need help with something but you deny every time she tries to help.(a bit random I know but…🤭)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She would never want to hit you, maybe some light spanking but absolutely never on the face.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. But sometimes she gives you head, she’s really good at it too. Leaves you whining and panting after.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

She likes to go faster when she’s really in the mood but again, morning sex is slow and sensual .

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She loves a good quickie every now and then, but prefer to have proper sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely, she’ll be touching you in all the right ways just to get you riled up.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

A while, maybe 3-4 rounds when she’s really horny but normally 2-3.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes. She uses them on you and herself. Weather that be double penetration or a vibrator to overstimulate you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to get you all riled up and when you look at her like, “what are you doing?” She’ll just be all giggly and act innocent.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Like it’s almost pornographic. Moans and squeals mainly and sometimes some subtle praises here and there.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Threesome with Tommy is happening. No negotiating.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)

Kinda toned tbh. She has abs and bigger thighs and it’s kinda obvious how she can use those muscles.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

1-10… about a 7 on a good day regularly it’s a 5

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly, makes sure you have everything you need before she even thinks about herself.

[chocodile]

Taking a little break from making talking heads on white backgrounds to do a set of speedpaints (~2.5 hrs for the second one, ~2 hrs for the third, ~1.5 hours for the first and last) showing some locations in the "past" setting of Amaranthine. Y'know, just to give the waist-up furries with giant dialog boxes some context. :) Descriptions for each locale under the cut! I plan to do a second series focusing on the “present” setting later, time allowing.

Western Kingdom (City of Whitefell, Year 1527)

The city of Whitefell is one of the northernmost cities in the Western Kingdom. Once a small, rural village whose local economy was focused on lumber and fur trading, everything changed with the foundation of the Whitefell Royal Magical Academy. In the century and a half since its founding, the town has evolved into a fairly wealthy and prosperous city, sporting conveniences such as magical streetlamps and energy furnaces that allow its residents to live in comfort, despite the relatively inhospitable climate.

When a child is found to have significant magical skill, it is customary for Western Kingdom families to send the child off to a Royal Magical Academy for training and certification. Upon graduation, the newly-minted wizard will likely join the Royal Mages--grades permitting, of course. Competition is fierce, especially at a desirable school like Whitefell, and requires not only talent but also intense dedication and rigorous study. Not all wizards are able to make the cut.

On this particular day, a young boy from the academy has made a different choice: he is skipping school. As clouds roll in and snow begins to fall, he begins to shiver--he is woefully underdressed for this weather. He looks around for someplace to take shelter in.

Western Kingdom (Unnamed rural town, Year 1539)

In the rural areas of the Western Kingdom, towns rarely have their own village witch or wizard--that's where the Royal Mages come in. Somewhere between public servants and mercenaries, they provide specialized magic-for-hire services ranging from healing injuries and illness, removing crop blight, assisting in construction projects, crafting potions and enchantments, and much more. The assistance they offer is invaluable... to any town or individual that can afford their fees, that is.

Opinions on the Royal Mages vary depend on who you ask. Some view them as saviors and heroes, while others see them as greedy and corrupt. Shadier mages are known to half-ass jobs for poorer clients while being all too eager to fix up a high-paying noble's vacation home, and rumors of bribery and blackmail swirl.

Not all of them have bad reputations, though. Viscount Arcturus Hyden IV, the only son of the famous Hyden magic family, was one of the good ones. Him showing up in town was a head-turning affair. Though haughty and eccentric, to many, the young mage's ego seemed justified. After all, they'd all seen how effortlessly he crafted the high-level spells requested of him--spells that would normally take an entire team of Royal Mages working in unison. He was thorough, too--he refused to leave a job unfinished and never cut corners, even when working for the lowliest and poorest farming hamlet. He'd even fix up previous spellwork done by other less talented mages for free if he didn't like their technique. It was, therefore, relatively easy to look the other way when he would spend the entire rest of his visit day-drinking in the taverns and attempting to seduce any woman who happened to make eye contact with him.

Western Kingdom (Westhaven Capitol, Year 1570)

The capitol city of Westhaven is widely recognized as the seat of the Western Kingdom's power and glory. Far enough south to be shielded from the worst of the bitterly cold northern winds, yet far enough east to escape the wet, swampy western moors and the disease they bring, Westhaven sits at the nexus of many trade routes and favorable weather patterns. With a long, stable history, rich trade, and an unusually high concentration of wizards thanks to being the headquarters of the Royal Mages, Westhaven has grown into a massive, sprawling economic and political power, easily dwarfing every other city in the kingdom.

There is little wonder that the western king chose to build his castle there. There is even less wonder that Westhaven estates would become a hot commodity among Western Kingdom noble families. Families that are lucky enough to be gifted a parcel of Westhaven land by the crown enjoy a close relationship with the king, considerable political sway, and the unique ability to keep an eye on the crown's dealings... though, for a certain individual, it may be the crown that is keeping an eye on him.

Retired from the Royal Mages after being injured in a border conflict with the Eastern Kingdom, Duke Hyden seems to sit comfortably in the new Westhaven manor awarded to him along with his new dukeship and new position as one of the king's high wizard chancellors. So comfortably, it seems, that he never leaves--his ostentatious public appearances seem to be a thing of the past. The few souls that have seen him in the years since his injury say that he looks very different these days: heavier, now, and draped in glittering silken robes, they say, with his mane of salt-and-pepper hair gone completely white.

One must wonder, then, what business this unicorn gentleman has with the Duke. Lord Ambroys de Luxe is clearly no maid nor servant, so what is he doing at the Duke's manor so late in the evening...?

Western Kingdom (Western Moors - The Hill, Year 1572)

A convoy of wagons bearing the mark of the king travel a remote road on the far western outskirts of the Western Kingdom. This far out, even rural farming villages are few and far between, and a chilly wind blows over the endless, quietly rainy moors and dark, dense forests. Some more superstitious sorts whisper that these outskirt lands are haunted or cursed. What else would explain the strange, dark dreams rumored to haunt travelers, or the stubborn crop blight that keeps many remote villages on the brink of starvation? More educated city-dwellers would explain it away as the ignorance and paranoia of simple peasantfolk, of course, but after a week of travel in this area, even the royal guards and researchers of Westhaven find themselves anxiously looking over their shoulders and startling more often as they drive their wagons onward.

Tonight, the convoy has stopped and set up camp at the foot of a small, forested hill on the orders of Duke Hyden, the nobleman leading the trip. The Duke has long been known for his mercurial temperament and strange habits, of course, even before his injury at the border and subsequent disappearance from the public eye. Odd behavior is nothing new when dealing with him.

But even so, the accompanying guards and other members of the trip find his secrecy and growing agitation over the last few days unnerving. What exactly are they doing out here, anyway?

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

//2. does your muse find it easier to sleep in a warmer room or a cooler room? //3. is your muse typical about where they sleep or can they fall asleep just about anywhere? //11. what type of blanket does your muse prefer (standard blanket, quilt, comforter, weighted blanket, etc)? //18. does your muse have insomnia? have they ever experienced insomnia? to what degree of severity? //27. what does your muse typically like to wear to bed? does it depend on the season/weather outside?

1- Whatever is closer to 25 °C Celsius. If he had to choose, I think he would choose a slightly colder place, because to survival, he knows getting dehydrated can be deadly and warmer places have more mosquitos. He can't get cooler in warmer places but he can warm up in colder places by litting a fire, having something hot to drink, rubbing his chest, or even sleeping close to other survivors. Since Rick is thin, he probably would freeze way more than the others, but nothing an Abraham hug or Daryl hug wouldn't solve to keep him from shaking all night. His gang, they would drag the shaky Rick close to warm him up.

2- Rick can fall asleep anywhere, he had to adapt. Of course he prefers a comfy bed.

3- I don't know why but I have the impression those standard fluffy / fur like blankets would make him sneeze. Quilt he would use to protect his bed from dust. Comforter? Yesss I can see my man hugging a soft comforter and rolling in it after a warm shower yes, spot on. I think heavy weighed blankets would make him feel a bit suffocated, I don't know, last thing wants is to feel like he's stuck on a net when he sleeps. Light ones would be fine. When it's warm, he would use just a sheet.

4- Yes Rick has anxiety insomnia, had limited schizoid episodes in the prison which refrained him from sleeping well and faced some PTSD for quite some time, specially after Negan. By season 7-8, he says he hasn't been sleeping, thinking about his friends. I can also picture that sometimes Rick SEES Abraham and Glenn with their heads smashed "looking" at him or following him around, like he used to see Lori when she died, but he seems "used" to such ilusions by then. It's not explicit to the viewer, but there are references that hint Rick STILL sees allucinations when he's too stressed or sleep deprived (which is more common than people think). And he seems to have some rather agitated sleep or superficial sleep.

In Alexandria people mentioned it was like he was staring things they couldn't see. When he was near death, he had very vivid lucid dreams, unable to tell dream from reality many times. When he saw the CRM helicopter, he didn't treat it as if it were true, he ignored it as if he were seeing things AGAIN, meaning it's something that happens often when he's mentally and emotionally struggling. And Rick's case is serious because the unreal things he experiences aren't JUST VISUAL. He can FEEL the illusions and HEAR them too (the unreal phone calls at the prison, him thinking he's touching Lori after she's gone). And all of those also were followed by a great deal of paranoia and delirium.

Not permanent, depends of how ruined and broken Rick is but to think someone as intelligent as him who has a very good insight still struggles so much with that problem, he really needs help, emotional support specially so he doesn't trigger those periods of crisis and in a normal world, would need psychiatric help for meds like humor stabilizers and anti psychotics, at least until he leaves the crisis periods, plus therapy.

The health problem he has is more serious than most people assume. I wouldn't say it's schizophrenia because the progression doesn't match and the episodes of crisis are short but it is a squizoid mental health problem. When Rick sleeps (in periods of distress) he doesn't actually sleep, he faints due to exhaustion or takes short naps. Severe insomnia.

5- What he likes to wear to sleep depends. If he's comfy at a community, safe and sound with privacy, he might as well as sleep naked or wearing just his boxers. Even if it's a bit cold I can picture him leaving a warm shower, drying himself and falling on bed, getting under the covers and sleeping like that. If he's somewhere safe but has no proper privacy, he might wear a at shirt and more comfy pants. If he's somewhere he might need to act anytime, he's sleeping with his normal clothes, jeans and shirt. If it's cold, he fully closes his murder jacket's zipper and curls under then fluffy fabric. If combat is expected but he has to sleep, he might not even remove his belt. If he's sleeping with a lover he probably wants to sleep wearing nothing at all and just nuzzle / cuddle as much as he can.

Just let him sleep and be happy.