#Writing Profiles

[salarymanwaka]

[remxedmoon]

(You don’t know how much longer you can do this.)

hi the wip for this was absolutely not supposed to blow up. why does that have 1k notes. horrifying. anyways!!!! it’s update time baby!!!! 64 new assets this time around!

so that’s what the caption was supposed to be. this update was already pretty damn big and took a ton of time to make!!! and i was finally done!! but then my hand slipped and now we’re at 143 new assets. super sorry for the delay! That Was Not Supposed To Happen.

i’ll go more indepth below the cut, but this update encompasses all menu/profile art for both isat and sasasaap, battle portraits for sasasaap, every single pixel icon in isat (to my knowledge anyways), the dialogue skipping animations, and a few miscellaneous additions.

also i spent too much time on these to put them below the cut so Please God Look At My Icon Resprites I Spent 16 Hours On Them. enjoy!

okay first things first. why the hell is this batch 143 assets. so. i HEAVILY underestimated how many times the menu drawings are used in the games. even removing all of the custom art, it’s still ≈30-40 variations! that’s a lot! and once i finally finished everything, i got Posting Anxiety and somehow convinced myself that attempting Animation And Pixel Art (two things i haven’t done in YEARS) would be easier than writing a normal post. so here we are.

the custom art here is pretty much par for the course at this point. extra menu art for bonnie, extra expressions for the party in act 5, we’ve done this enough times that it’s expected. i am aware that bonnie’s custom menu art gets completely covered by the ui. i kept it in because it’s really funny (and also i didn’t feel like extending the sprite (but then the sasasaap version forced me to extend the sprite anyways so Whartever)).

once again, provided a spritesheet for sasasaap’s battle portraits! i do intend to cover both games, it’s just a slightly lower priority atm. unlike isat though, i’ve got Less (read “No”) experience with sasasaap, so there might be more issues with those assets?? apologies if there are, i’ll try to fix any issues that come up!

the Miscellaneous Additions i mentioned above are the sprites used on the teleport map and the loading screen, which is just a tiny version of the skipping animation. they were pretty small, so i figured i might as well get them out of the way!

not actually much to say about the 75 icons surprisingly! i haven’t done pixel art in about 5 years?? and that’s a Travesty actually these were super fun to make. i did make mockups for the overworld sprites earlier, but they aren’t Officially part of the redraws (yet) so they’re getting posted seperately

and also!! some exciting news!! this project might actually become a Proper Published Mod pretty soon!! i’ve been in contact with someone who’s willing to help me get everything set up, and i’ll be getting a Usable Computer around the end of the year!!!! it’ll still be at least a month before it’s up (i’d like to get the enemy art finished beforehand wauaua) but!!! still exciting!

okay, i think that’s everything relevant to the update!! i Definitely can’t fit all of the relevant assets here lol. but i’ll try my best ! please enjoy !!

[zovie9638]

here's Part2 and part3

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[paladinsbrainrot]

byler as jackieshauna in my yellowjackets au 🐝 🐅 details under the cut!

their history:

mike and will have been childhood best friends since they were five. they've gone through everything together — the good, the bad, and the ugly. they get each other on a level that no one else does, which is a blessing, but also — sometimes — a curse.

mike's always been very insecure of himself, self-conscious of his looks, talents, skills, and confidence. will's everything that mike wishes he was: good-looking, popular, team captain, kind, out. mike truly cares about will, but he's always held a hidden resentment against him. he's jealous of the fact that will's so outwardly himself, proudly feigning the confidence that mike lacks.

while will would never actually admit this to himself, he's always had a sort of mini-crush on mike. it's easy to fall in love when your best friend takes care of you so well. it's 1996, and while the world's not exactly the kindest, he's happy to find himself out as gay to a supportive and incredibly loving family.

mike starts dating el hopper, the brightest and most popular girl in school, in the spring semester of freshman year. in some ways, he hopes that by dating her, he'll gain some newfound confidence. instead, it brings heaps of self-doubt and pessimism as the two find themselves breaking up and getting back together more times than they can count.

frustrated after one of he and el's many break-ups, mike finds himself in will's car one afternoon after soccer practice. will attempts to cheer mike up by boasting about mike's own achievements and kind-hearted personality, saying how the right girl won't be able to pass him up like that. it's then when mike kisses him, straight out of the blue, and will can't help but reciprocate.

pre-crash:

mike treats will and el as their own separate entities, people who he can't mix on any occasion. he spends most of his days kissing el to at least assume some normalcy, and to prove to his parents that he's the respectable boy they've made him out to be. when he's with el, he convinces himself he and will are nothing but childhood best friends, and that there's nothing going on between them. in his downtime, when practice runs late and el's already reported home for curfew, he kisses will like his life depends on it.

mike's worst fear comes true during senior year when will and el tell him their parents are getting married, meaning the two will become step-siblings. it's then when will decides to call it quits. he can't keep doing this with mike if el's going to be his sister in less than a year. no matter how much they enjoy their late-night make-out sessions, it's not fair to her.

mike agrees, albeit reluctantly. there's something about will that el can't give him. it's an apt hunger, running deep through his veins. mike and will spend the rest of the year as friends, with at least two feet of distance between the two of them. but mike would be lying if he said he didn't think of will whenever he kissed el, imagined his lips instead of hers, his hands in his hair. he's now not only jealous of will's confidence, but the fact that he can be proudly gay without an ounce of shame for it.

when the tigers make it to nationals, they all attend the celebration party. mike offers to drive el and will home, who are both clearly wasted. after mike drives el home for her early curfew, he's suddenly overcome with a hunger he's never felt before. mike is instantly compelled to pull over. despite vowing to never do this again, mike can't help the part of him that's starved of will's presence, that wants a final taste of will before he's forbidden. he explains this in due time to will, who, to mike's surprise, can't resist the urge. they share what they think will be their last kiss the day before nationals in the back of mike wheeler's rover.

post-crash:

when flight 2525 crashes in the middle of the canadian wilderness, mike finds himself in a strange position. on one hand, he's stranded in the middle of nowhere with no parents or peers to judge him, with complete, unabashed freedom. on the other, he's stranded with will and el in the same, sequestered space, and he's not sure he's able to handle the two of them at once. it's only a matter of time before el finds out, and mike can't resist the deepest desires of his heart now that he's got will all to himself....

I could not resist the urge to mash two of my favourite shows together so here's what I have come up with! I am planning to draw most of the other characters and write their backstories and plot in this au as well, so keep your eyes peeled for when I eventually get to that. I convinced myself that I would write a fic for this au but ultimately could not as I am not confident enough in my writing abilities as of yet plus it would be an absolutely insane and lengthy project that I'm not sure I'm up for/would finish. I've decided to commit to drawing everyone instead and writing up small drabbles of how I think they would interact in this world so... there's that! I will obviously not be writing the entire au, but I do have LOTS of ideas for what could happen, so please feel free to send an ask if you have any questions ! :)

keep in mind this is just how I would personally go about the characters if they were put in this universe. mike obviously takes inspiration from shauna, and will obviously takes inspiration from jackie, but don't think that their entire story will be exclusively taken from these characters. will is much more similar to shauna than jackie personality wise, and likewise with mike and jackie, but narratively he and jackie both serve the same functions. do take this with a grain of salt as I also had to mesh their canon personalities with the respective character roles they're taking on so... I hope I did it well!

additionally, I just want to put it on the record that jackie and shauna are extremely complex characters, who are not wholly good or bad. in order for mike and will to reflect jackie and shauna's relationship dynamic, I wanted to incorporate the cheating plot. I know cheating is a very taboo topic in the stranger things fandom because in canon mike and will would never do such a thing, however, in this au, mike and will are not going to the 'saint-like' figures we often see them portrayed as in this fandom. they're not wholly bad, but they have flaws, which make them and jackieshauna super interesting characters. I also just really wanted to explore a kind of toxic relationship with byler because It's just interesting to me okay!!!! Idk!!!! don't send the pitchforks after me.

so yes... if we are comparing will's function in the narrative to jackie's he does have to die unfortunately. but I also have lotttsss of new ideas about how will gets to this point and how mike chooses to deal with it after 👀

[hypogryffin]

i used a rng for an arcanaswap au just to try help with artblock and it immediately took over my life completely

[sparticus2000art]

I made the somewhat questionable decision to spend the last two days slapping out a bunch of character portraits to pop into a planning document for a personal project I’m working on!

So here’s a bunch of au sans portraits.

Woooooo

Nightmare and dream by jokublog

Eclipse’s concept by llamagoddessofficial , design by me

Horror by sourapplestudios

Cross by jakei

Dust by askdusttale

Error by loverofpiggies

Killer by rahafwabas

[housecow]

i love when a feedee is obviously a little dumb… like, awww you really couldn’t stop, could you?? no wonder you’re so big. did the thought to stop eating ever cross your mind, or did you just finish everything on your plate because that’s what you were always told to do? did you even realize your portion sizes were getting bigger, too? i bet you get a little mad when people point out how much you’re eating. of course it’s not your fault, you didn’t know any better..

stupid feedees that have to be told they’re out of control. they think they’re not even that big yet

[mulderscully]

THE X-FILES | 1.07

[1bisschenmelancholie]

Locked Evidence

⋆˚࿔ emily prentiss x female reader

you were supposed to file reports, not fall apart in her hands.

locked in an evidence room after hours, the line between professional restraint and months of unspoken desire finally snaps. sharp looks turn into sharper touches. emily presses, you break. it’s messy, controlled, real. and when it’s over, neither of you can pretend it didn’t mean something.

⋆˚࿔ disclaimer and possible tw: mature content

You didn’t plan on ending up here.

You were supposed to be wrapping up a late consult at the local precinct — something routine, something dry. But now you were standing in the small, locked evidence room on the third floor, fluorescent lights overhead, a file clutched in your hand that definitely didn't need this much attention. And Emily Prentiss was across from you, far too close for comfort.

Or maybe... just close enough.

The tension in the room had been building all week. Quiet looks over case files. Accidental brushes of fingers. A low laugh shared too long after a joke ended. It wasn't new. But tonight it had teeth. A pulse. A direction.

And now there was nowhere to go.

Emily leaned back against the counter, one hand braced beside a cardboard box labeled Property of Forensics. Her blouse sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Her hair was slightly undone from the long day. There was a faint smear of ink on her thumb. She didn't seem to notice you staring.

But she did.

She always noticed.

"So," she said, voice low, too calm. "What are we doing here, really?"

You blinked. "Looking at evidence."

She gave a dry smile. "That what we're calling it?"

You didn't answer.

She pushed off the counter slowly. Stepped toward you. Each movement felt like it took hours. Your breath caught in your throat — not fear. Anticipation. Electricity.

Her eyes flicked down to your hand. "You've been holding that same file for ten minutes."

"Maybe I'm being thorough."

"Maybe you're avoiding something."

You laughed, too sharp. "Like what?"

Emily tilted her head. "You tell me."

The air between you was humid with tension. So thick you could profile it. That heady, suffocating kind that clung to your skin. The kind that didn't need touching to feel intimate.

"I think," she said quietly, "we're both too smart to pretend this isn't happening."

You swallowed. "This?"

"The staring. The silence. The way you always stand just a little too close when we brief."

Your throat was dry. "You never say anything."

Emily's mouth curved slightly. "Would you prefer I had?"

You didn't know. You weren't sure.

"I think about it," she said.

That made you look up. Directly. No place to hide.

Emily's voice stayed low, private. "Sometimes in the field. Sometimes at night. I think about what it would feel like if you finally stopped holding back."

You stepped back instinctively — and hit the locked door.

Her gaze didn't waver.

"Is that what this is?" you asked. "Some game?"

She was in front of you now, barely inches away. Her hand rose — not to touch — just to hover, deliberately, beside your shoulder. A warning. A test.

"This isn't a game," she said. "But I'm tired of pretending."

Your pulse thudded in your neck. You didn't move.

"You say stop," Emily murmured, "and I'll walk out right now. But if you don't..."

You didn't.

She kissed you.

God, she kissed you like she'd been waiting for months — slow and hot and devastatingly careful, her hand bracing the door beside your head. Her body didn't press into you, not yet. She kept space, even as her mouth made promises her hands hadn't yet touched.

You groaned into her. Soft. Stunned.

She pulled back half an inch. Her eyes searched yours.

"Still want me to stop?"

You didn't speak. You grabbed her by the collar instead and pulled her back in.

That was all it took.

Emily's hands found your waist, urgent now, fingers sliding under your blazer and gripping the fabric beneath. She kissed like she fought — strategic, sharp, effective. Her mouth moved over yours like she'd mapped it, knew where to go and how long to stay. She made you feel devoured without ever being rough.

Your back hit the door again.

She bit your lip.

You gasped.

"God, you're responsive," she breathed. "You've wanted this."

You didn't deny it.

"I've seen it in the way you look at me. The way you never step back." Her hand skimmed your hip. "You've been aching for this."

She wasn't wrong.

Emily's thigh nudged between your legs and you shuddered. Your hands gripped her shoulders. You kissed her back now, harder, messier with your restraint finally cracking like thin ice.

She chuckled low in your throat. "There you are."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

So you did.

You kissed her like the last word didn't matter — like winning had always meant surrendering. Your hands slid up under her shirt, fingers brushing skin. She was warm, firm, real.

"Fuck," you whispered.

Emily spun you suddenly, crowding you into the wall beside the evidence shelves. Her mouth moved to your neck, her voice all gravel and heat. "You think this is bad now?"

She bit the underside of your jaw.

You nearly collapsed.

Her hand found your belt.

Then paused.

Emily leaned in again, her lips just at your ear.

"Say it," she whispered. "Say you want me."

You gasped, half-breathless. "I want you."

She grinned.

"Good."

She didn't wait after that.

Emily's mouth was on yours again, hotter now, fuller, hungry. Her hands didn't shake, but they trembled with intent. You could feel it in the way her fingers unfastened your belt, in the low hum of her breath when you gasped against her lips.

She was in control.

But not careless.

Every touch was a question.

Every kiss was an answer.

"You want this," she said again, but not like she needed confirmation—like she just wanted you to hear it out loud.

You nodded, dazed. "Yes. Fuck. Yes."

Your pants hit the floor. Hers followed. Shirts tangled between you. Somewhere in the room, your ID badge clattered onto the tile. You barely noticed.

Emily pushed you gently back into the wall, one hand sliding behind your thigh to hitch it around her hip. The motion sent heat ripping through your body like a fuse. Her other hand stayed between you, palming your center through your underwear, slow and deliberate.

You moaned.

She smiled.

"God, you're soaked already."

"Emily—"

She slid your underwear down with a precision that bordered on reverent. Her fingers traced your skin as she did, as if memorizing every new inch. When her hand returned to your thigh, she lifted you just enough to grind her hips into yours.

It wasn't fast.

It wasn't slow.

It was maddening.

"You think the others ever noticed?" she asked into your neck. "How badly I watched you?"

You shuddered. "I noticed."

"Did you like it?"

You didn't answer.

Emily's fingers slipped between your legs.

You gasped.

"Answer me."

"Yes," you choked. "God, yes."

She kissed your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then lower, pressing her mouth over the place where your pulse beat furiously against your skin.

"I thought about you," she said, each word sinking like a stone. "During stakeouts. On long flights. I imagined this."

Her fingers circled your clit—soft, slow, unbearable. Your hands clenched in her hair.

"Did you ever think about me?"

Your breath broke. "All the time."

She didn't speak after that.

She let her hand do the talking.

Two fingers slid inside you, curling just right, drawing sounds from your throat you didn't know you could make. Her mouth moved against your neck, your jaw, your cheek—kissing you through every stutter of breath, every buck of your hips.

You gripped her tight. She moved tighter.

There was nothing polite about it anymore.

You were moaning into her mouth, your back arched off the wall, your body begging for more without needing to speak.

And Emily… Emily was relentless.

She whispered things you couldn't process.

Called you beautiful.

Said your name like it was prayer and profanity in one breath.

You came with a broken sob into her shoulder, thighs trembling, face buried in her neck. She held you through it, didn't stop, didn't pull away—not until your body stilled and your heart thudded in the silence.

Then she kissed you.

Soft.

Gentle.

Long.

And you kissed her back like you were never going to stop.

—

Minutes later, you sat tangled on the cold tile, still half-dressed, the lock on the door mocking you quietly from across the room.

Emily leaned back against the wall, brushing sweat-stuck hair from her temple. She was flushed. Glowing.

You looked at her.

She looked back.

Neither of you spoke.

Until:

"Well," she said, lips curving lazily. "That was... professional."

You laughed. Broken. Breathless. "Yeah. Real textbook."

Emily reached over, fingers grazing your wrist. "We should probably... you know. Go."

You nodded. But you didn't move.

She didn't either.

A beat passed.

Then her voice, quiet again: "That wasn't just a one-time thing for me."

You blinked.

"I don't know what it is yet," she said. "But it's something."

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. It is."

She leaned in, pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"You're gonna ruin me," she murmured.

You smiled.

"Right back at you."

a/n: probably should try sleeping instead of writing, i‘m kind of embarrassed

[hisbodycorpse]

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@EntreCanibal @DrunkWithCanibal

@AutopsyMilitar @TheMorgueCanibal

@HuesosCanibales @WalkingOfMilitar

@tactocanibal @TakeOffTheMilitar

@sinistercorpsecannibal @CathedralCanibal

@TheSantosMilitares @WhoreAreMilitar

@ArcoCanibal @ShootMeCannibal

@HisGunsMilitares @TwoSidesCanibal

En caso de dar uso a estos arrobas,

—por favor— abstenerse a hacerlo

en cuentas inactivas/spam/ghost.

[kelin-is-writing]

Dabi’s side profile. That’s it. That’s the post.

[black-and-yellow]

Tiny eel obsessed with great white shark girlfriend 2 times his size

[lord-fallen]

CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS NOTION: “RELATIONS”

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[mischievous-thunder]

Similarities between Wade Wilson and Steve Rogers (one of Wade's celebrity crushes):

Finding a soulmate in a guy named James who's an angsty, fiery and yet sweet man with some luxe metal attached to his body and has been alive for a minimum of one century (and more)

P.S. Both Wade and Steve have one movie each with their names and their boyfriends' names in the title

So strange that it's happened twice already

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Guide: Character Profile

Many writers develop a character profile through brainstorming. There are a lot of ways to brainstorm.

Make a list of your character's traits and characteristics.

Journal as your character.

Create a playlist that your character would like.

Interview your character.

Role-play by putting yourself in your character's shoes in different circumstances.

Create a collage.

Consider the following questions.

What are their strengths and weaknesses?

What happened to your character prior to the beginning of the book to make them the way that they are?

What is your character's main motivation? What do they want from life?

What do they need from life? Are they aware of it or are they searching for something else?

What are their insecurities and fears?

How do they speak around others?

How are they different when they are alone?

How do they grow throughout the novel?

Do they have any unique quirks, habits, accents, sayings, or mannerisms?

What is their moral code? Values? Do these change as they evolve?

Source ⚜ More: Writing Worksheets & Templates ⚜ 600+ Personality Traits Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ 170 Quirks ⚜ 100 Sensory Words

[ohmygraves]

it started off as a prank.

soap and gaz were fooling around, really. nothing too serious, not expecting much from it. hell, the account was in soap's phone. ghost didn't even know anything about it.

the two created a tinder account for the lieutenant, just to see what kind of people would be so inclined to message a masked man like him.

photos were taken candidly, most of it from soap's own stash (don't ask). something more serious was cropped from group pictures, from either the bar or during a mission. gaz thought of the introduction, with little embellishments to make it more ridiculous. the goal was to see how many would swipe right to the scary, masked lieutenant.

of course, the sergeants were surprised to see so many match notifications, to the point that soap's phone would just erupt with notification sounds, even during briefings. safe to say, the poor scot got in trouble, and ended up turning off the notification for the app.

most of the matches seems to be coming from a place of lust, a lot of requests of one night stands or fuck buddies (what is it with people who liked masked men, the two thought). many seemed very forward and to the point with what they wanted. it was ridiculous trying to scroll through the first messages and reading them one by one.

but then there's you.

you: hello, i feel like i've seen you before. are you staying at the base near (location)?

soap and gaz thought your first message was interesting. it could be that you knew the lieutenant somewhere, or had seen him at least once. you seem to be a real person too, judging from your profile. photos of you indicated as such.

gaz wanted to call it quits, ghosts you just like every other match that they received, but soap wanted to take it a step further, even if gaz was completely against the idea. bickering for a while, soap ended up sending a text, and that's how you started talking to "ghost".

ghost: yeah. do i know you from somewhere?

soap had expected it to be a flirting attempt, though he was surprised to see an actual answer.

you: oh, i think i've seen you a few times outside of the base.

you: i frequent the café nearby ^^

oh, you're so cute and innocent, soap kinda felt bad for lying now.

ghost: i see

ghost: perhaps i'll see you sometime too? ;)

soap got addicted to posing as ghost. the two of you texted back and forth during his break, sometimes even at night. soap stayed up and missed some sleep just for some elaborate joke that kept going and going, and gaz was just tuning into the drama too.

everything was fun at first, not everyday the scot got to roleplay as the lieutenant, especially since the man was such a dry texter. it was funny trying to come up with an awkward reply or even just flat messages when talking to you. you were just so nice and oblivious to it though.

soap nearly lost his marbles when you asked to meet up in the cafe near the base, and asked when it was possible. you knew that soldiers frequently are given a leave, so perhaps "ghost" would love to meet you when he had the time. the scot was sure that he went too far this time, earning "i told you so" look from gaz even when he's clearly also enjoying the shenanigans.

they decided that it's finally time to come clean to the man in question.

ghost, of course, was furious. not only that this was a violation of privacy, soap and gaz had wasted a random person's time because of some elaborate joke that went too far. now they even want to meet with him too.

soap thought that the only way to fix this was just to inform you as well. it was only fair as you're also affected by this. hell, he didn't even know that his "casual" flirting (which was a loose term considering ghost's texting habits that soap adapted for this roleplay) would be enjoyed by someone, even getting the lieutenant a date too. the scot insisted that you two still meet anyway, and that he would be there too to apologize.

ghost, of course, was definitely against it. he had been dragged into this against his will, and it's not like he had the time too. why would he entertain the two sergeants who got him into this mess—

but perhaps just a cup of tea with a beautiful person like you would be nice... perhaps...

reluctantly, ghost agreed to the date, letting soap talk to you to set up a time and place. while looking at your pictures and the past conversations, he didn't seem to mind that he's now on some sort of a blind date...