#amelie starry

[ameliestarry]

Amelie is just a rizzler gurl

+ some lil doodles lmaoooo

[ameliestarry2]

Jevil luv fwuffy hair /sf

Also goobs

[starkidlabs]

If your musical isn’t set in France, then what is the point of it?

[urfavcrime]

i keep daydreaming about spending the rest of my life with my old best friend despite not talking to her in 7 years

[astrxealis]

the. the tequila skin. putting aside his shirt being so wow w the chest and all (god this is embarrassing) he has ear piercings. and. those fucking gloves

[mbtiblogfun]

"The INFP Archetypes"

What makes INFPs different from each other? Well there are many factors. Obviously not all INFPs are the same, and other parts of typology like enneagram, ivs, and socionics do affect this. Some INFPs are also more in tune with their weaker functions (Si and Te) than others. Like the other types, INFPs also have different "archetypes" that are often seen as "general representations" of them. Obviously because mbti is so nuanced and complex, don't fret if you don't identify with any of these! They're very simplified, so not relating doesn’t mean you're not an INFP!

So now let's get into some of the most notable archetypes

1. The Dreamer

The most notable INFP archetype, one could call it "the INFP poster child." The dreamer is a pure, innocent, curious, sensitive, and idealistic INFP. The dreamer looks at the world with wide, starry-eyes, and wears their heart on their sleeve. Usually the dreamer is also very romantic poetic, and/or artistic, and they have a wild imagination. The dreamer sees the good in everyone and might often merge with/be present in tropes like the manic pixie dream girl, or the soft boy. They have a tendency to be portrayed as mysterious or misunderstood.

Examples of the dreamer: Belle (Beauty & the Beast), Aurora (Sleeping Beauty), Amelie, Juliet (Romeo & Juliet), Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables), and Celine (Before Trilogy)

2. The Mediator

The mediator shares the same traits as the dreamer (pure, sensitive, kind-hearted, etc.) but plays a different role in the story. Typically the dreamers are protagonists, while mediators usually have secondary roles. The mediator often acts as a voice of reason, to keep the protagonist in touch with their humanity or to just listen whenever someone needs to let it all out. The mediator is typically very quirky and non-conformist. The mediator is empathetic and usually soften-spoken, but they're not afraid to stand up for others or what they believe in.

Examples of the mediator: Silvermist (Tinkerbell), Mantis (MCU), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon), and Lucy Pevensie (Narnia)

3. The Seeker

The seeker, once again, shares the same traits as the other two but has an emphasis on curiosity and imagination. The seeker is not afraid to ponder life's deeper, more complex questions.

As said by @dragonflymage, the seeker often asks themselves questions like

Why do I exist?

Who am I really inside?

How do I fit?

Where do I belong?

They also go on to add this explanation: "A seeker, continuously looking for answers that we never may find, but that we must keep searching for anyway. "

(If you wanna read more from her post I've reblogged it on my page) While they search for these answers, the seeker oftentimes will go on a "hero's journey" in hopes of finding the answer along their quest

Examples of the seeker: Merlin (BBC), Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts/HP), Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Edward Scissorhands, and Frodo (LOTR)

4. The Emotional Villain

As you can see this one is a complete 180 compared to the other three lol. This pattern doesn't exactly have a name, so I just made one up.

Pretty much all INFP villains I've seen are driven by their emotions. Afterall, Fi is our dominant function. The emotional villain is driven by personal reasons and experiences, they're not just evil for the sake of being evil. Typically the emotional villain is very moody, disturbed, and/or unstable. They are usually the direct opposite of their other INFP counterparts: they are selfish, ruthless, and blood-hungry.

Examples of the emotional villain: Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Joker (2019 ver), and Kylo Ren (Star Wars).

5. The Angsty Teen

Another really common portrayal of INFPs in media is the angsty teen. This archetype is pretty self explanatory, an angsty hormonal teenager. The angsty teen often struggles with social anxiety, and/other another mental illness. They also might have trust issues, be really moody, or hurting from unrequited love or some other trauma. The angsty teen often copes through artistic means, like poetry or painting.

I feel the feelings on this archetype are very divided. While a lot of people don't like having that image as a representation of their type, some argue that it's a realistic portrayal of the darker side of being an INFP. I personally feel like the angsty teen represents my inner conflicts, while the dreamer, mediator, and seeker represent my outward behavior most of the time. What are your thoughts?

Examples of the angsty teen: Shinji Ikari (Evangelion), Will Byers (Stranger Things), Cassie Ainsworth (Skins), Kou Mabuchi (Blue Spring Ride), Violet Parr (The Incredibles), Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson), Charlie Kelmeckis (The Perks of Being a Wallflower), Elio Perlman (Call Me By Your Name), Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society), Fischl (Genshin Impact), Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice) and Cry Baby (K-12)

There's plenty more archetypes but I thought I'd just focus on these 5. Also remember that these archetypes don't represent all INFPs as a whole, they’re just like "INFPs in a nutshell."

What are your thoughts? Which archetypes do you relate to? Which one's your favorite? Which one's your least favorite?

[mara-xx217]

The Escapades of Gelgrish the Deep One (V Rising)- Prologue

I might have found myself addicted to this game lol. It's pretty simple but it's fun playing as an upcoming vampire lord! Gelgrish is my OC and Ventrish is my partner's~

Vampiric houses, both great and lesser, have all been broken. Across Vardoran, creatures of the night are reawakening in droves, fighting amongst themselves to regain the power that they had lost long ago. Ventrish the Vast and Gelgrish the Deep One are no exception, though perhaps they go about acquiring this power in an... unorthodox manner.

Warnings: Past Rape/Noncon Implied, Slavery, Past Animal Abuse Implied, Shitty Coping Mechanisms, Animal Transformations, Dubcon, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Mind Break, Implied/Referenced Death, Blood Drinking, Enthrallment

xxx

A young peasant girl wiped away her falling tears on the dirty sleeve of her dress. Her hands and back ached from long days of hard labour, months long ever since she was captured by the bandits of Farbane, along with the rest of her family. Like most of the women, she was subjected to the bandits’ cruel whims and their fleeting fancies. Amelie’s precious petals had been plucked away by a group of four the first night she was forced to sleep underneath the starry sky, along with those of her sisters and the other village girls that were stolen away alongside her. She hated the forest, the nighttime sounds and the drunken revelry of the bandits, the muddy-wet grounds and the smell of horses especially. Amelie worked in the stables with the beasts, ‘where she belongs’, as she was told by her masters.

Perhaps they were right… Amelie did enjoy the company of animals more than human beings, before her nightmare had begun and most certainly after the tragedy took place. Horses, cows and pigs were docile creatures, ones that she has worked with since she could walk. The smell was poor, but it was familiar, almost comforting to Amelie… The tamed wolves, though, could be vicious, but treated right and with a sliver of meat, they were much more agreeable than their shared masters. They weren’t so unlike the dogs of Dunley, be they the militia war dogs, livestock guardians, guard dogs or simple family pets. Unlike the bandits, they didn’t have a streak of cruelty. Animalistic hunger? Yes. Blatant violence and torture? No… Not that. 

The thought of the feeling of coarse fur against the inside of her thighs made Amelie shiver with anticipation. The wolves had been taken out of camp by the bandits, to hunt, to prowl around looking for rival groups and other unsuspecting peasants that foolishly decided to travel though Farbane without a militia escort. The beasts were unpredictable but they were… familiar, only unpredictable in an animalistic sense, which could be accounted for, unlike human beings who were cruel for cruelness sake. 

All Amelie could think about was the sick thrill she felt as a rough tongue ran against the slit in between her legs… It was so easy to convince a dog to please a human being, even when they were still wild and changed by the dark powers that once ruled the world. Amelie knew it was wrong of her, but she didn’t do these things to harm the dogs! She only wanted a little comfort… Something gentle and sweet and honest instead of what the bandits did to her on a nearly nightly basis. 

These thoughts distracted her from her nightly duties. Bandits came and went, along with other peasant girls, even her own mother and sisters, but Amelie sank back into the stables, hiding herself in an empty stall as she leaned against the wall with her right hand up the skirt of her frayed dress. Was it really so bad, in the face of all the hardships that she faced…? Sensations persisted in ways that were shameful, but Amelie could do nothing to stop them from manifesting. She rubbed the tips of her fingers into the nub that always made her see stars. It was different when she did it, or if a wolf licked it, than it was when a man touched her down there. Amelie knew that it could be pleasurable, but it would never be so with them.

“P-Please… Please just- j-just…” Her voice was a barely audible whisper, quivering as her mouth filled with saliva. Her fingers were wet and her toes curled as her heels dug into the soft, manure covered floor underneath her. 

CRUNCH

CRUNCH

One of the few remaining horses began to nicker nervously, snorting and huffing as it vigorously threw its head up and down as its eyes widened. Amelie immediately withdrew her hand, body trembling as she picked up her pitchfork and began to pick at the dirty ground. The steps were light, with an awkward gait that was too constant to be a bandit, most of which were drunk at a time like this. Amelie kept her head down, but strained her eyes so she might see who had decided to pay the stables a late night visit. 

“H-Huh…?” 

To Amelie’s surprise, there was no man standing outside of her stall, but rather a wolf. It was unburdened by any armour and had some of the darkest, thickest fur that she has ever seen. As dark as midnight and glossy, even in the dim light that shined through the cracks of the stable. Its eyes shined in the light, a yellow-green that was nearly featureless in the way a predator’s gaze always was. Instead of growling at her, it merely observed her, regarding her with a calmness that would be displayed by a beast that was known to her.

Was it known to her? 

“H-Hey… Hello, there…” Amelie clicked her tongue as she leaned against the pitchfork. She examined the wolf, wondering how it managed to sneak into camp. Maybe the bandits are extremely drunk tonight… The horses were sidestepping nervously, falling silent but still eyeing the wolf with fear and apprehension. Against her better judgement, Amelie shuffled closer to the stall door, slowly reaching her hand out so the creature could take in her scent, if it wished to do so. 

Perhaps it would take offense, lunging for her throat and kill her where she stood? Would it be such a terrible way to go? The wolf’s ears twitched, its lips curling slightly as Amelie moved too fast for its liking. She froze in place, expecting to be attacked but the beast’s nose flared as it tasted the air, leaning forward as it took in her scent and taking a few cautious steps forward as it decided if Amelie was foe, food or friend. She sighed in relief and even giggled softly as the wolf licked at her right hand. 

“O-Ohh… Who’s a good boy, hmm?” Amelie cooed softly as she leaned the pitchfork back up against the wall. She gasped as she timidly ran her fingers through the wolf’s fur, in awe of how soft it was to the touch. It was nothing like the beasts that the bandit’s employed, almost seeming… regal, in a way. Well-bred and not at all something that should be- or would be found- running around the Farbane. The wolf grumbled as it continued to approach her, crowding her uncomfortably close and with enough vigor that Amelie nearly lost her balance as she stumbled backwards towards a pile of stinking straw.

“W-Woah-! E-Easy now-!~ Hahaha…!” The wolf began to wag its tail, ears pressed down against its head as it blinked up at her in the way a loyal beast would at its master. It whined at her, snuffling and huffing as it sniffed at her skirts. It caused Amelie to become ticklish and giggly, especially as the wolf became more and more… forward as time went on.

“H-Hey-!~” Amelie gasped as the wolf shoved its snout in between her legs. Her heart jumped into her throat as she felt the beast’s cool nose press into her core. In a slight panic, Amelie tried to push it away, just enough so it wasn’t so unashamedly there, but the creature was stubborn and instead found its way underneath her skirts, its hot breath against her inner thighs and causing her to squirm and moan softly under her breath.

“W-Well… Y-You don’t have to… B-But- O-Ohhh?!~” Amelie didn’t have much in the way of undergarments on, the bandits had told her that she no longer had a ‘need’ for such things. It was something she found utterly humiliating but at this moment, she didn’t mind so much. 

The wolf’s tongue repeatedly dragged against her bare sex as it lapped at her. Amelie struggled to control her breathing, squirming on the pile of straw as she dug her fingers into the beast’s pelt. So soft and thick… Amelie moaned as the wolf’s tongue briefly slipped into her, rubbing against her entrance before being dragged all the way back up to the nub that made her legs kick out against her will. 

“T-This isn’t… This isn’t- O-Ohhh….~” It didn’t feel real. The beast had more dexterity than any human man that Amelie had ever experienced. Her mind was becoming fuzzy and blank, the reservations that she had about doing this with an animal yet again quickly fleeing her mind as the coil in her gut tightened and tightened, until her back was drawn up like a bowstring and her legs splayed open wide. 

Amelie had two handfuls of the wolf’s fur, just behind the ears, that she pulled towards her core as she approached her peak. It slipped in between her fingers, tangling in between them as something began to change. It was too much to consider… The wolf’s mouth twisted, shrinking as its face flattened and ticklish fur was replaced by soft, smooth, cool skin. Lips wrapped around her sex, applying suction that made her hips buck and a shudder to wrack her body as the tension in her lower abdomen suddenly snapped in two as a low groan reached her ears from the valley of her thighs.

“O-OHHH-!!!~” 

Hands gripped her thighs, pulling her hips flushed against a face that was buried in her womanhood. Amelie was cumming, pulling on two fistfuls of hair, not fur, as she locked her legs around a humanoid head. A soft but deep hum reverberated deep inside of her core. A head of midnight dark hair poked out from underneath the skirts of her dress, swiftly accompanied by a pair of ruby-red eyes that reflected harshly off the dim light and seemed to nearly glow with a light of their own. 

“Hmm…~ Such a sweet taste… Only a refined lady would have such an exquisite flavour~” A pearl white smile was flashed up at Amelie that put her on edge. There was an ethereal quality to the man in between her legs- or was it indeed a woman? With features so soft yet so angular, Amelie genuinely couldn’t discern the gender of her nighttime visitor though… Did she even care? 

“A- A… refined lady…?” Her pupils were blown wide and her mouth hung open, panting slightly as the stranger crept their way up her body. 

“But of course. It is plain for all to see. Even to one with the most uncritical of eyes…” The stranger fluttered their long, thick eyelashes up at Amelie, and it made her stomach curl in delight as they looked down upon her. 

She never thought herself disagreeable to the eyes, but she was certainly poorly looking, rather plain and uninteresting through and through with her mousy brown hair, sun kissed skin and doe-round eyes. A smattering of freckles covered most of her face, reaching down her shoulders to her forearms and even down to her bosom. Amelie blinked in rapid succession, looking up owlishly but quickly remembering herself and the position she was in and looked away from the lordly looking stranger. They hummed again and situated themself in between her legs, an audible gasp escaping her mouth as she felt something hard rubbing through the cloth of their soft trousers. 

“Would such a lady allow a lowly wolf such as myself to lay with her…? Would it please my lady?” The stranger purred as they- no, he- kneaded at the soft but toned flesh of her thigh. Amelie’s head swam with warm, clouded thoughts of lust as she bit her lip, not hesitating to nod eagerly as she felt the man free himself from his cloth confines and press his manhood against the soft folds of her sex. 

“A-Ah…~ Y-Yes, m’lord! Yes…~ I-It would please me… It would- M-Mmm-!~” Amelie’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt a pleasant hardness grinding against her little nub. The man smiled above her, something that was far more gentle than the bandits that took turns tormenting her nightly alongside her other family members. 

“Hmm…~ ‘My lord…’ Yes, I am your lord. And you are my lady…” He cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb against her warm skin. Amelie’s eyes lit up with recognition. Never before has such words been spoken to her. Lady… She, a lady…? Her eyes fluttered and she took in a breath of surprise as she felt him pressing against her core, not crossing the threshold but coming close to doing so.

“You want it…? Truly, my lady…? Ah- Your name. I do not know your name… nor you mine.” He clicked his tongue but did not pull away from her womanhood, much to her relief. 

“What is your name, my dear?” Amelie grabbed the front of his coat as she answered.

“A-Amelie! I-It’s Amelie… A-Ahh…~” Her eyes slipped shut as that pleasant spot was again rubbed against. The man hummed, knotting his fingers into her hair as he took in her name. 

“Yes… Very pleasant to the ears… Amelie… My lady Amelie.” Hearing her name spoken from such a beautiful mouth made her shiver with delight. He tapped her on the cheek with his thumb, causing her eyes to flutter open.

“My name is Gelgrish… Gelgrish the Deep One.” Amelie sighed softly.

“‘Gelgrish… Such a regal name… Ah- ‘The Deep One’...? E-EEEEKK!!!~” 

Amelie screams in pleasure as she is suddenly filled to the hilt with Gelgrish’s cock. He sighs pleasantly, humming as he feels her soft walls tighten around him. She was soaking wet and accommodating to him, in spite of the fact that he was larger than the bandits she had taken on a nightly basis for months. Gelgrish held nothing against her, rather, he was pleased that she was already learned in the ways of indulging oneself, both in regards to one as an individual as well as men and women separately and together. 

“Mmm…~ That’s it, my lady. You take me so well, as a lady well should.” He grunts as he pulls his hips back, snapping them back in place with enough force to rock Amelie’s body skyward. 

“O-OHHH-!!!~ M-MMM-! M-LORD-!!!~” 

A chorus of moans left Amelie’s mouth as she was fucked, not slowly, as she expected a lordly man would but rather fiercely and with a primal, animalistic need to fully dominate her, mind and body. It was startling to her, overwhelming her in the majority of her senses. The pressure in between her legs grew to its breaking point once again, causing pleasure to overflow from within and to further dirty her dress. Amelie locked her legs around Gelgrish’s waist, a low chuckle hitting her ears as he tugged her modestly sized breasts free from the confines of her loosely fitted dress. 

“W-Waaait-!!!~ T-That’s-! N-NGGGH!!!~” Amelie threw her head back into the straw, moaning sweetly as Gelgrish took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. 

“Mmmm….~ So sweet… Every part of you is so very sweet, my lady…” He licked her nipple with the broadside of his tongue, humming as he switched over to the other side.

“I- I-!~ Ohhh!!!~” Amelie felt his teeth graze against the soft skin of her breast. Her toes curled and her hips followed his every movement, deepening his thrusts and grinding against his lap whenever he tried to pull away from her. 

“Heh, so precocious. Is this how a lady fucks her lord? Or is this how a whore fucks her patron?” 

The question took Amelie off guard. She tightens around Gelgrish, dazed and confused as she struggles to lift her head up so she could look at him. 

“W-What…? I- I don’t-? EEEKK!!!~” 

Again she squeaks, scrambling to wrap her arms around his neck as she is picked up off the straw pile and held aloft. With a single hand he is able to balance her small body onto his cock, effortlessly bouncing her up and down the length of his shaft as he brushes the hair out of her face and holds it behind her head so she is unable to hide the pathetic facial expressions she was making. 

“I knew you were something special, ever since I laid eyes on you… I could tell you were nothing like the others that were brought here, certainly nothing like the rest of your family, your sisters-” 

“P-Pleeeaaassseee…~”

“-your mother.”

“N-Nooooo….~” 

Amelie fluttered around him at the mention of her family. The looks on their faces, the sounds they made every night… It was too much for her to bear! A chaste kiss was placed onto her cheek, a stark contrast to the hard pounding she was receiving from below that nonetheless made her shiver with anticipation. 

“You are such a special girl… Bright, cute… a fast learner…” Gelgrish purred into her ear. Amelie flinched away from the intimate contact but her head lolled back and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she found herself cumming yet again. 

“Your masters broke you in well. I do so enjoy when my little darlings are already well trained…~” Every time something terrible came out of his mouth, Amelie would tighten around him and tumble over into another climax. It felt so- so wrong yet hearing it spoken so plainly made her feel good. 

“My lady Amelie would do anything if it would please her master, would she not? She would see to it any time of the day, during any task she sees herself to-” Something was butted against inside of her that made Amelie throw her head back in delight. 

“-she would even fuck the animals, would she not? Even though she was not taught this-” 

“P-PLEEEAAASSSEEE, M’LORD-!!!~” 

“-but rather found her own indulgence in the matter all on her lonesome!” Gelgrish chuckled as he ground her petite body against his cock. Amelie was weepy faced and red, with tears and saliva and snot streaming down her face as she hiccuped in between sobs and moans of pleasure. 

“Oh, sweet little Amelie…~” Gelgrish cooed as he wrapped both his arms around her waist. Amelie panted, trembling as he rested his cool forehead against her feverish one. 

“Will you be mine? My sweet little lady, who will heed my every beck and call and give herself to me, mind, body and soul?” 

Gelgrish’s long eyelashes tickled Amelie’s as she looked at him through heavily lidded and tear filled eyes. Did she even have to debate such a thing? She nodded wordlessly, sniffling and sobbing as she felt her body weight pulling her flush down onto his thick cock. Gelgrish’s thin pupils were suddenly blown wide, a sharp inhale causing Amelie to flinch before she settled back down with a muffled moan. 

It was exactly what Gelgrish wanted to hear.

The poor peasant girl’s fate had been decided long ago, even if she hadn’t realized it. To ask if a vampire lord would be a worse master than a rogue group of bandits would be to ask if death by burning alive or freezing to death was the worse sentence. It was foolish to consider, as a swift end would always be preferable to a drawn out suffering, but vampires are always the default answer, and rightly so. 

Gelgrish sunk his fangs into Amelie’s tender neck, groaning as he felt himself pulsing inside of her. She wordlessly whispered to herself, unintelligible and silent as her windpipe was held soundly in between his vampiric jaws. There was no real reason why he chose her, out of all the peasants in the camp, in all of Farbane, really. He just quite liked the look of her as she laid beside her mother and sisters, and he rather enjoyed the scandal of her luring the bandits’ war wolves away in the night so she could pursue her own creature comforts.

Heh- 

“Mmhmm… ‘Creature comforts… Yes, I will have to remember to tell ‘trish this once we return, don’t you agree, my dear?” Amelie was pulled off his cock and lowered to the ground, weak in the knees and looking dazed and confused. She was only partially under his thrall, too weak to fight against his commands, if she would even dare to do so if she was not. Her dress was askew and she was still mostly exposed, something Gelgrish remedied with delicate fingerwork as he righted the shoulders of her dress and smoothed down her skirts. 

“There- Much better, wouldn’t you agree?” He doesn’t wait for Amelie to answer before he walks out of the stall and out underneath the night sky. 

“Come along, little lady! And watch your step! It would displease me to see you ruin your dress more than it already is.” 

The moon was a waning crescent, hidden behind a layer of clouds as Amelie staggered out of the stable. The ground was especially wet outside, in spite of the fact it had not rained for many days. The ground was littered with strangely shaped lumps of all sizes. Amelie had to pick up her feet to avoid tripping and falling, even stumbling a few times as one of her feet caught on the obstacles in her way. A smell of blood was in her nose but it left her feeling calm instead of panicked. 

Her blood? Or was it someone else’s? 

It did not matter to Amelie, much like it did not matter that she stepped over bundles of cloth and long skirts. Her body ached from hard labour and her muscles burned from the passions of sex that still dripped down from her core. All she could keep her eyes trained on were the locks of thick, midnight black hair that wafted sweetly in the wind as her lord stepped before her. It did not matter that she wouldn’t see her family again, all that mattered was that this place would fade from her memory and whatever Gelgrish wanted would take its place… 

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[yukii0nna]

What is the 'family curse' that you mentioned on Felix and Amelie's posts?

The curse of the Tarasque

The De Vanily family has a powerful curse. On their thirteenth birthday, a child of the family will gain the ability to transform into a powerful beast that if left untreated, will consume their mind until only the beast is left and can only be killed to be stopped. The beast will be different depending on the child but it will be powerful and it's bite will poisonous.

There is a ritual to stop the transformation before it's too late but it must be done on a full moon. It is possible to tame the beast inside .

@bakawitch @punkeropercyjackson @insomniac-jay @fair-night-starry-tears @kousaka-ayumu @sayuricorner

[mildsims]

Must have Reshade ep.2

📌 วิธีลง Reshade นำไปลงโฟลเดอร์เดียวกันกับที่ติดตั้งตามวิธีลงตามคลิปด้านบนนะคะ

❤️ ลิ้งตามภาพจะนำไปต้นโพสของครีเอเตอร์แต่ละคนนะคะแนะนำให้ลองโหลดมาเทียบกันดูน้า

❤️ ส่วนลิ้งใต้ภาพจะนำไปไฟล์ Reshade ที่มายด์ได้ตั้งค่าไว้แล้วตามภาพตัวอย่างค่ะ สามารถปิด fx บางตัวได้ เพื่อให้เกมลื่นขึ้น สามารถดูว่าสามารถปิดตัวไหนได้ผ่านคลิปตัวอย่างการใช้ Reshade ค่า

📌 คลิปตัวอย่างการใช้งาน Reshade **สำคัญ

✨ daisies by shadysims ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ lychee by jaechy ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ martini by pika ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ sassyfrassy ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ starry-dust ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ [amelie] serene 2.0 ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ [asimsa] sour ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

✨ [malixa] strawberry milk tea ตั้งค่าใหม่ตามภาพตัวอย่าง

[graciethespeyeral]

OC dump time! (Because apparently that's what I'm hyperfixated on the most rn)

In various stages of fleshing out because some of them are harder than the others.

1-My beloved Amelie! Sp-eye-ral avatar, librarian at the Magnus Institute, loves gaslighting and feeding on people's confusion, living embodiment of an eyesore. (They/it)

2-Ariadne Jorōgumo,Web girlboss.loosely based around the myth of the Jorōgumo yōkai. Fiber artist, mostly weaver and spinner,makes garments that trap people with their "soulmates" (she/her)

3-Francesca-Eden-Corruption avatar,rotten sweetiepie,beehive and a walking garden. Feeds on people who are desperate for love, filling them with bees. (She/fae)

4- María Elena-Stranger avatar, living porcelain doll. Turns people into dolls, robbing them of their identity, making them another part of their collection in the dollhouse . (They/them)

5. Apollyon Zyma -Desolation avatar, pretty boi with a cold heart (literally) , frostbite and cold inspired. (He/him)

6- Nova-Vast avatar,space enthusiast. Favourite victims are stargazers,she "loses" them in the vastness of the starry sky, paralyzing them with insignificance. (She/her)

7. Datura- Spiral avatar,life of the crowd. Owns a flower shop full of insanity inducing flowers. 70's trippy aesthetics inspired!

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Hello! I come with more questions for u. What are the ROs’ favorite colors? And do they have a special reason why?

Good question, Anon.

Max: Red. He used to play with fire when he was left alone at home.

Megan: Violet. Her late aunt gave her a violet scarf, and now the color reminds her of their time together.

Oli: Blue. Loves the sea and the starry sky.

Amelie: White. Daisies are her favorite flower.

Chris: Green. He takes long walks in the forest area near the city.

Alistair: MC's eyes. lol

Violet: Can't pick one. Loves rainbows.

That's all, I think.

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+ for @bendy113 cause yep (❁´◡`❁)

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Y e s

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Get to know the Mun

What’s your phone wallpaper: My lockscreen wallpaper changes semi-frequently, but right now it's one of my favorite screenshots of my Quintus alt because I Just Think He's Neat. My actual wallpaper on there, though, is this pretty starry dusk sky to try and match with my Sailor Moon phone case.

Last song you listened to: Foo Fighters - Saint Cecilia, which I am ... currently listening to again, for the fifty-billionth time today.

Currently reading: I haven't sat down to read a book in forever; my attention span won't let me. But I am currently reading a gathering and crafting melding guide? So we'll just smile and nod and pretend that counts.

Last movie: A WWII movie called "Come And See". If you're into that sort of thing, I do recommend it.

Craving: Absolutely nothing. 8D

What are you wearing right now: Uh... khakis? In all seriousness, I'm wearing jeans and a purple slightly-bell-sleeved top.

How tall are you?: 5'7"!

Piercings / tattoos ?: Just my ears pierced.

Last thing you ate?: I may have just finished eating a little chocolate pie before I started answering this.

Favorite color(s): It's a toss-up between silver and blue, or gold and red. But I also really like pink and purple, especially softer shades.

Current obsession: FFXIV, Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs even though the game is old as fuck by this point, uh. That's kind of all I can think of at the moment, besides history -- primarily late 19th century/American Civil War up 'til the end of the second World War.

Any pets?: Six cats and one dog.

Do you have a crush right now?: Not really.

Favorite fictional character: Hmm. That's hard. I'll limit it to FFXIV characters, for the sake of not making a miles-long list.

In no particular order: Ameliance and Fourchenault Leveilleur, Aymerc de Borel, Raubahn Aldynn, Quintus van Cinna, Menenius sas Lanatus, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Minfilia Warde, Venat, Hythlodaeus, Hermes and Meteion, Dulia Chai and Chai-Nuzz, Kai-Shirr, Anogg and Konogg, Lucia goe Junius, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Fordola rem Lupus, Misija Votyasch, like half of the fucking IVth Imperial Legion, Marsak and Basaljen of the Bozjan Resistance. Ryne and Gaia, Loghrif herself and Mitron too, Magnus gets thrown in there for breaking my heart, uh. Lahabrea, Themis, Erichthonios, Agdistis of course. Igeyorhm, Nabriales, Emet-Selch. The Warriors of Light from the First. I'm probably forgetting some, ngl.

... Actually, I lied about limiting it to FFXIV characters. Speaking of Magnus -- Magnus from MapleStory, as well as Von Leon from the same game. (Roleplaying as Von Leon is actually where my name "Vonny" stems from!) Oh and Oswald Mandus.

Last place you traveled: My sister and I went to this dog school about half an hour away to see about enrolling the puppup there because of her anxiety, and to help train her to be a service dog for my sister and dad.

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tagging: @valiinus , @angelic-din-mortem , @ancalagxn , @keyward , @peachbelli , and everyone else who wants to do it! Steal it, gogogogogo!

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What are these tears no I'm not crying I'm just very in love with musicals