#a!mwf

[jungsimjihq]

Mwfc que não sejam idols? Instagrammers, modelos, artistas desconhecidos, pessoal do weibo ou red... gosto de usar gente desconhecida, independente do gênero! 🥺

Isso é com a gente mesmo, ou melhor, comigo mesmo! Mod Noctua o reizinho das pessoas desconhecidas e pouco usadas. Segue a LISTONA que preparamos pra você!

Instagram:

nakatanishohei_officia, ekyooooooom, miniminniminim, seungjuuuuuuu, rollking_xu, _hyungs, 14veryordinary, superisaacl, liujunyoung, ehreun, ivanbaaaaah, coke3cake, 92_hyungseok, ____toddy, okayhong, oddhw, lesleyhee, kevxiongg, sanggil_go, dei8ht, skawngur, bb0un, im__gage

sungziyoung, i_yoojin_you, qhals0_0, hayley_bui, tiraemon, chaileeson, kasperxxi, chotika_bu, emily.ghoul, 3.4k8g, suminzz, j876my, __dropin, b_3.hye, yerixy, he.hui.xiang

Poucos usados / Desconhecidos:

Kota Miura, Ren Hiramoto, Ran Takahashi, Kim Youngrong, Cho GueSung, Jeff Satur, Froy Gutierrez, Jordan Gonzalez, Laith Ashley

Meaningful Stone (Kim Jimin), Lee Jooyoung, Willow Smith, Zoe Love Smith, Andy Blossom, Beabadoobee, Kassy, Chae Jungan, Park Sodam, Jang Yoonju, Ana Hikari, Jung Eunchae, Aulii Cravalho, Doul Doll, Gong Hyojin, Kang Sora, Heize, Zion Moreno, Savannah Lee Smith, Yasmin Finney, Zoey Luna

Chella Man, Lizeth Selene, Amandla Stenberg, Terry Hu, Jes the Kid

[utopia-rp]

Oi! Tenho pensado em mandar uma were, mas estou sem ideias de fc. Vocês teriam alguma sugestão?

Oi, cinza, respondemos essa ask e também temos esse post no bsky com os mwfcs dos players. Para além dessas, eu diria:

Sophie Thatcher, Maya Hawke, Hande Erçel, Riele Downs, Storm Reid, Giovanna Grigio, Duda Santos e Giulia Be. Caso queira uma idade ou etnia mais específica, sinta-se a vontade pra mandar outra ask.

[eleu22]

You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

[shyravenns]

Wanted to try drawing Captain McTavish for the first time! Gotta learn how to stay focused on those training hikes, yeah?

[vanadiumvalor]

The entire Solar System as furries! Finally got around to doing a full lineup <3

And I just had to throw Pluto in there, as a treat :3

[cha0s-j3st0r]

the plot of Milky Way Forgiveness

@skylar-the-twig

[skylar-the-twig]

I have some important news, as we all know I’ve been writing a Marxolor story…HOWEVER, I’ve recently discovered I actually HATE Marxolor, horrid gross ship how could anyone even like that!?!

So due to this Milky Way Forgiveness is officially CANCLED!!!!!! However fear not, I’ve started to cook up something better… I learned of a superior ship, my third eye has been opened, it’s clear yo me now that Susie and Marx is the superior ship!!!!!! I mean think about all the reasons like Marx is a guy and Susie is a girl, it just makes sense.

So I’m acting accordingly and have started a new story called ‘Forbidden Love.’ I’ve also decided to change the characters to more accurate represent them. Marx is now sensitive and sad and depressed but not in the bad way!!! He’s very upset at his past and he regrets everything!!! Susie is now more nice and delicate and also sensitive… Oh also Susie no longer likes women obv, like lol idk why she did before it made no sense! Like she’d never kiss Zan or Sectonia…

Please stay tuned for more updates and IMPROVED art…

(JK APRIL FOOLS, lol imagine if I was fr.)

[zarla-s]

I updated the GT Ghost Template! Ghosts are little desktop doodads I post about too much, I made a video about what they are here. Anyway, my template/site is meant to help you make your own ghost! Here are the changes. They're mostly coding changes so I don't have any interesting pictures to show of them sadly, unless you want pictures of just... text.

Updated yaya.dll to Tc571-5, meaning you can use ": all" on stuff now, and subsequently used that to clean up some of the menus. Write-up on ": all" on the walkthrough site still to come.

OnFirstBoot no longer asks the user's name/pronouns, I left the code in so you can add it in yourself if you want but by default it's not there. This will hopefully simplify the whole process down for a new developer.

Setting pronouns and your birthday are commented out in the config menu by default, you can uncomment them and fill in the dialogue for each function as you want. This will also hopefully simplify things down. Added some cute ascii banners too to help indicate the sections in the file as a result. :3

Simplified OnBoot and OnClose a ton by making the various time/day checks optional. The code's still there, you just have uncomment it and add it back in where you want. But this should make OnBoot and OnClose much less intimidating.

Similarly cut down the time/day if checks in aitalk.dic, they're still there but there's only one of each as an example of how to do one.

Made the screen boundary check opt-in. If you want to turn that feature on you'll have to uncomment a few things. I've heard more complaints about that feature than enjoyment so I figured it's better to leave it off.

Made the extra time check dialogue optional. THEY WON'T ANNOUNCE THE TOP OF THE HOUR BY DEFAULT ANYMORE. IT'S THE END OF AN ERA.

Made adding titles to the user's name like Lady or Master optional, so you can comment it in if you want but it's not enabled by default.

Rewrote and reorganized some parts of etc.dic, mostly emphasizing that it's not super important in the big scheme of things so people won't get stuck filling it out as much. Hopefully.

I know ghost updates aren't as flashy as art and fic but I spent a few hours doing all this and that deserves a post too! Trying to break some mental habits...

[patreon]

[litttlelostlola]

By clicking the source link, you will find 36 GIFS of KIERNAN SHIPKA in COSMOPOLITAN YOUTUBE VIDEO. Made from scratch by me, nemesis. Kiernan was born in 1999. Please don’t edit these or add them to gif hunts and like or reblog if you use them ! :) thank you so much !

[idk1ove]

When the Pinterest home feed goes to hard..

[crsssie]

hey its my first time asking so sorry if im doing this wrong, but for the 1989 tv event can i ask for 21 (is it over now?) with tim drake x fem!reader if possible? thank you!

was it over, and is it over now? - tim drake x reader

You stare at the magazine in hand, blinking slowly as the front page raves all about Tim's new girlfriend. You flip to the page, reading the information and how they got caught by the paparazzi, pausing when you stare at the clearer photo of her.

You scoff, pulling your shades down to raise a brow.

She's a carbon copy of you.

It makes you almost bitter, but it was never your problem.

Tim wasn't a cheater, but the way that it had been less than a week after your breakup and the magazines were already screaming about his new girlfriend made you feel disgusting.

He had lied about how she had had pure intentions when befriending him, and he had lied that the two of them had done nothing when you had asked him for a break in your relationship.

A permanent one.

You moved all of your stuff out over the break, leaving nothing behind. You suppose that's why Tim thought it'd be fine to run around with her so soon.

In technical terms, you hadn't even broken up with him yet.

So you close the magazine as you click through your phone, opening Tim's number, pausing at him typing.

tim: is it over?

You leave him a thumbs up, deleting him from your contacts.

Now it is.

1989 event

[jungsimjihq]

pessoal dos chars 30+, quem vocês gostariam de ver aqui?

Oi, Cinzinha,

Ninguém me perguntou, mas vou dar algumas opções também.

Atrizes: Jiwon Kim, Jung Somin, Risabae, Boyoung Park, Minyoung Park, Shinhye Park, Sohee Han, Park Gyuyoung, Ara Go, Jeon Yeobin, Jooyeon So, Park Sodam, Suzy Bae, Yoonjung Go, Lee Sungkyung e Jooyoung Lee.

Atores: Song Kang, Ji Changwook, Ahn Hyoseop, Joongki Song, Seojoon Park, Hwang Inyeop, Chae Jong Hyeop, Nam Yoonsu, Kim Minkyu, Na Inwoo, Dohyun Lee, Seo Inguk e Minho Hwang.

Idols Masculinos: JayB - GOT7, Kai - EXO, Hyungwon - MONSTA X, Yoon - WINNER, Jay - iKON, Ha Sungwoon - Solista, Jackson - GOT7, Hongseok - PENTAGON, Jun - A.C.E e Eric Nam - Solista.

Idols Femininas: Seulgi - Red Velvet, JiU - Dreamcatcher, Hyojung - OMG, Seola - WJSN, Hyolyn - Solista, Anda - Solista, CL - 2NE1, Giant Pink - Solista, Chaejin - Laysha, Yujeong - Brave Girls, Seohyun - SNSD, Heize - Solista, Eunice - DIA, BOA - Solista e Sunmi - Solista.

obs: não sei se tem algum da lista que não gosta de ter a imagem associada a rpgs e nem polêmicas, alguns são quase 30, tentei colocar de 30 pra cima.

Mas aqui tem um tweet perguntando aos que possuem personagem +30 da comunidade o que eles gostariam de ver aqui.

[utopia-rp]

MWFC dos players?

Vou postar isso no Bluesky pros nossos players darem a opinião deles, meu anjo.

Você pode ver as respostas deles clicando em qualquer lugar dessa frase.

[applejuicebegood]

My Home, My Heart - Platonic!141 x Reader

Fem!reader Summary: Y/N has invited her teammates to her farm relax after their deployment, they enjoy an early morning together with Y/N's younger sisters. Masterlist

Cw: Mentions of an absent mother, mentions of alcohol, very cringe writing

Word Count: 2232

The morning air was cold and thick with the scent of brewing coffee and dusty curtains. You winced, pulling yourself from your cocoon of quilts and comforters. You reached for the knitted sweater you left on the floor with a yawn, still tasting last night's bourbon on your tongue. You scratched the back of your head, tangled hair falling down your back. A pleasant sting in your muscles drew you further into consciousness. The intricate tattoos stretching over the scarred skin was a prideful mapping of your stories and ancestry. A permanent reminder of what you cherished most. 

You made your way across the familiar path of your bedroom, your socked feet creeking across the worn wooden floor boards. You thumped down the stairs to squint away the morning light shining through the fogged windows. Tracing your nails across the scratches in the wooden railing as you did when you were little. Your farm house was quaint, nestled into a vast, rich, valley that was folded into the ocean cliffside. If you were lucky and the morning mists parted in time, you could see the sun kiss the churning waters golden. The property had been in your family for decades, the imprint of different generations found in the old oil-stained recipe books stored over your stove, the tablecloths and plaid quilts your grandmothers had sewed together by hand, the worn-in farming tools that you had been teaching your sisters to use, and in the welcoming promise of security you returned to after every deployment. You cared for this home, the same way it had cared for you and your sisters. So when money grew scarce and your mother abandoned the property, you joined the military, trained as a combat medic, and sent the majority of your checks back to the farm and into your sister's schooling. Little did you know that in joining the army and eventually qualifying as an SAS soldier, you would find yourself under the command of Captain John Price along with the other chosen candidates for the coveted 141 squad. In which you had managed to find the comfort of home far away from it. 

You had found it in their smiles and their hearty laughter. In Johnny's jabs at Simon for his British mannerisms and in your conversations with Gaz regarding his nightmares surrounding the night he first met the captain. You found it in your Price’s encouraging rants about bravery and in his habit to always make sure you had eaten at least one thing that day. You found it in random bars and around a deck of cards, in the bottom of cheap beer bottles and the barracks of the different bases you were rotated between. When you first joined, you believed that you had only two goals, make sure none of these men die, and if they do make sure they don’t die alone. It was only through the many bullets you had to dig out of their muscles and the frantic stitching of open wounds did you begin to see these men as your brothers rather than colleagues. You cared for them with disciplined tenderness, never treating them as broken but always ready to help fix and mend their wounds. And as your first year on the team stretched into three you eventually had invited them to spend a few nights at the farm. Before, only Gaz, Roach and Johnny found time to make the trip. It was only now that you had convinced everyone to come up for at least one night, with Price and his wife meant to be driving up that evening. It was meant to symbolize how far you had come as a team but also a merging between your two homes. A celebration of your camaraderie and friendship, or that's what you told yourself as you stocked up on ibuprofen for the inevitable hangovers you would have to deal with. Your sisters were ecstatic, to have someone else in the house to talk and play with other than you. You couldn’t blame them. In your phone calls with Marigold in the days leading up to your flight back, she couldn’t stop talking about how happy she and Emi were to see their uncle Johnny and to finally meet the mysterious Simon Riley you talked so much about. 

Your lieutenant was someone you knew didn’t have a home like yours to return to. You had never forced Simon into feeling obligated to accept your offer, even if you told him every holiday and summer season that he was welcomed in your home and that your sisters would love to meet him. So, when you made your way to the kitchen and saw from across the tiled counter that your youngest was sitting at his side, asking feverish questions about his tattoos while tracing them with her small chubby fingers, you felt a mixture of relief and pride bloom in your chest. ‘Morn’in… you sleep well?’ Gaz asks who stands at your coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. You smile, realizing that the tension that held his shoulders back and his jaw tight had finally dissipated. The cream cable-knit sweater was pulled up to his elbows so as to not get the fabric dirtied with coffee grounds. 

‘Of course.. How could I not after last night?’ He smirked, dumping fresh grounds into the machine. You were referencing the long card game you had played the night before. All of you finally went to bed when Roach’s slurred speech was entirely indiscernible, elated from the bottles of Geniuss Johny had brought from his trip into town that day with Simon. 

‘Well, you are still the only one who has managed to stay sober, that might change tonight once captain gets here’ Gaz says, you snickered as you pulled the fridge open, finding the coffee creamer. You handed it to Gaz, knowing he is the only one who likes the stuff, you stocked up. In a trade, he handed you a cup of coffee of your own. You took a generous swig, the dark liquid burned down your throat, waking you up. 

‘Y/N!’ The squeal of your little sister's voice made you smile widely, giggling at the way she perked up from Simon’s arms, finally noticing you. Her bright red hair was messy and tangled. Your old shirt she had chosen to sleep in hung from her small body with the tube socks bunching down her calves. You set the cup down before crouching down to pick her up and swing her into your arms as she ran into the kitchen, peppering her freckled cheeks and forehead with kisses. After coming back from every deployment, you tried to give your sisters as many kisses and hugs you think they missed when you were away.

‘There’s my little lass! What were ya do’in with our Simon there lovie? This early in ‘da morn’in?’ You cooed, brushing back the frizzy strands from her bright round face. Her arms pat your shoulders in her built up excitement. ‘He- He was tell’in me ‘bout the dwa’ins on his a~arms.. It’s like yours!’ She said pointing back at Simon, who sat idly on your couch. The one requirement you gave him was that he wasn’t allowed to wear his ski-mask in the house. You wanted your sisters to know the real Simon, not the soldier. You chuckled, looking back at your lieutenant, his lips drawn upwards as he looked down at his hands. Gaz reached over and ruffled your sister's hair before kissing her head and turning back to switch on your old stove and pulling out a large pan from your cupboard. ‘Was he now? That is just… huh’ You said fake-surprised. Only your baby sister could have gotten Simon to smile so easily. Gaz softly chuckled as you set your sister on the island counter. You heard Simon scoff, leaning back on the couch. You winked at Gaz, realizing that you and him now had the best blackmail for when you were back on base. ‘What do you want in your pancake’s Emi?’ Gaz asked you sister, fishing out the carton of eggs, fetched yesterday by Marigold from your coop. 

‘Chocolate please.. And blueberries!’ Emi said, swinging her feet ‘Is Roach and Soap up yet?’

You ask both of them, fetching another mug and pouring a cup of coffee for Simon. Carrying the fresh cup over to your lieutenant. ‘Kid’s knocked out cold.. really can’t handle his liquor. Johny’s up though.. Took Mari out to chop would I think’ Simon said, nodding as he took the steaming porcelain cup into his large hands. ‘Did he? We should fetch them in a few.. wanna get started on dinner prep after Gaz finishes up’ You say, looking out the window expecting to see your sister and Johnny with arms filled with pine logs, trudging through the thick build-up of snow. You sip your coffee, fat lazy flakes of white drift lazily from the hazy sky. In the distance you can see the plump black bodies of your cows stomping through the blanketed fields, swaddled in their winter coverings. The soft crackle of the wood stove in your living room blended together with the muted conversation struck up between Emi and Gaz. Emi asking him if he had cows and chickens in Birmingham like we do here. You turned at the shuffled Simon standing beside you. One of his hands in his sweatpants pocket with the other wrapped around the rim of his mug. You smiled, hoping that Simon felt the same collective comfort you felt any time you would look out from this window. ‘My sister would never! She.. Sh-’ ‘Oh but she would! She’s an absolute menace lassie..’ You groaned, leaning your head back. Johnny’s voice carried from the back porch. Only now did you realize that having your teammates and your sisters in the same room meant they now had every reason to share the many embarrassing stories of you they had collected over the years. You took another swig of your coffee, smiling at the sound of Marigold's high-pitched laughter as Johnny recounted one of the nights he had to drive you home from the bar with you entirely shit-faced, trying to grab hold of the steering wheel from the backseat. You smiled down at your cup, downing the last of the hot liquid. ‘I’m really glad you're here Si’ You say, just loud enough for the two of you. Looking up at him, you couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes was from the coffee kicking in or your comment. Either way, to see your Lieutenant so relaxed was rare and welcomed. You were proud that you could give this to him. Repayment for all of the times he had listened to your rantings about your mom’s non-involvement in your sisters lives. For the late-night walks around the different bases after one of you had a nightmare. For the constant reassurance that you could stick behind him and the rest of the team for protection and certainty. He turned to you to say something, only you had turned away at the crack of the porch door opening and snowy boots being kicked off.

‘Y/N! is it true that you were captured by yanks and..and Johnny had to save you? Your sister asked you, her face flushed red from the bite of the cold and the swinging of your axe. Between your two sisters, Marigold looked the most like you. The gentle swoop of her freckled nose and chocolate brown eyes always was a surprisingly reminder that you shared her beautiful features. You took the pale bucket from her arms, filled with split cedar logs. Looking over her shoulder to glare at your sergeant, who winked at you as he unzipped his coat. Snowflakes falling off of his shoulders. ‘You go wash up lovie, breakfast should be done by then, Ya Gaz?’ You asked into the kitchen, receiving a muted ‘yea’ from Gaz. You gently squeezed your sister's icy cheeks. You kissed her hairline, her darker red curls peeking out from the green headband she tied her hair back with. She hurried up the stairs with a hum. You sighed, placing the pale on your hip. You watched as Johnny ruffled Emi’s hair as he got himself coffee before taking his place beside Simon, who still stood watching your snowy farm through the fogged window. You sighed, crouching in front of the wooden stove and opening the hatch. The dwindling flames licked your arms as you placed the fresh wood over the coals. The ambient shrill of laughter and the warm buttery scent of Gaz’s pancakes settled you. You shut the stove with a harsh click. You picked up your baby sister from the counter and set her on your hip, tsking at the chocolate smudged around her mouth. A clear indication that Gaz let her get into the chocolate chip bag. You smiled, looking out over your home. Realizing that the people you cared for the most were all here. Tucked away in your warm, hidden paradise. There would be no surprises, no alarms or sirens, no uncertainty and panic. For once, you were certain in the safety of your team and certain in your care and appreciation for them. You just hoped that they felt the same.

[shyravenns]

Nikolai sketch! We love a hard working man 🙏

[fooltofancy]

vierapril day two - tree/perception

sometimes there's a... belonging itching in my bones that's not mine, that's never been mine. wish i knew whose it was.