#but putting in a jumpscare tag just in case

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picked up coding again for a cosplay

it changes expression depending on motion

[kingdomofred]

Burn & Burn Again (Male Yandere!Writer x GN!Reader)

feat. Sun Vasileiou Nevrakis

♡ pt.2, approx. 2.1k words | prev. | next.

♡ post-specific warnings: reader is slightly self-depreciating, mention of cannibals and murderers, being chased by said cannibals and murderers, reader gets strangled, graphic depictions of gore and violence | series warnings: yandere themes, reader is a horrendous flirt

♡ a/n: i'm tagging this as NSFW for the violence, gore, and overall dark themes, but there's no sexual content. this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. unedited, not proofread.

♡♡♡

Well, as it turned out, the worst that could happen was being chased by a fucking cannibal.

You don't think you'd ever run so much in your life. Your lungs were actually collapsing, it wasn't just a feeling. You couldn't catch your breath, but beside you, Sun was acting like it was just another Tuesday. When you'd first been jumpscared by the gangly, skeleton of a man — who was, judging by his bloodstained clothes and rusted knife — undoubtedly a murderer, you'd thought Sun was pulling out his phone to call for help. No, instead, he opened up his notes app and started writing! You wanted to praise yourself for thinking on your feet, grabbing him and running away as opposed to standing there like the first to die in a horror movie, and then you remembered that you were the one that dumbly agreed to explore the area anyway. Yeah, it was a good thing you hadn't experienced any paranormal activity before. Not that you'd realise until it was too late; a spirit could throw a mug at you, and you'd count it as luck cutting your journey to get it in half.

In any case, you'd escaped into a small forested area and were now grappling at the bark of the tree you'd tactfully hid behind, heaving and mentally debating whether dying out of lack of air was better than being eaten. Sun casually propped himself up beside you, his calm expression not matching his frantic typing.

“You-” you rasped, “why the hell are you so chill?!”

Sun's eyebrow twitched as though he wanted to furrow it, but it rose instead. “Shh,” he hushed you, “give me a second… Don't interrupt my train of thought. I can finally put a face to the demon in the book. And my MC finally has a name.”

You looked at him incredulously. Did he have no sense of danger? Bea told you that creative people had this… zone, but life-and-death would surely be the first priority, right?

Suddenly, a rustle from the bushes nearby made you startle closer to him. Emerging from the shrubs was the same man you had been running from seconds ago. It didn't make sense. You'd gained a lot of distance and he'd been chasing you in the direction opposite to where he was now. He couldn't have gotten there without you seeing. He was wearing a different shirt too. The man wasn't as frantic as before and trudged closer slowly, long, dirty locks falling all over his gaunt face.

Another rustle from somewhere close-by snapped you out of your frozen state and you yelped, latching onto Sun's arm for dear life. In response, he sighed, and finally looked up from his screen — eyes widening before an almost childlike expression of glee painted his face.

“Triplets?” he mumbled, shaking you off and advancing towards the man. Sun gripped him by his jaw, tilting his head up towards him. The knife that was poised to plunge into him had been stopped by Sun's hand and you watched as the man slowly became increasingly agitated the more he was being observed. He thrashed and let out low grunts, but Sun did not let go, asking a spiel of questions that he received no answer to.

You were going to say… something of substance, until you felt a hot breath on your neck and the scent of iron curling into your airways. You didn't even get the chance to scream as you looked back and saw another of the same man, grinning down at you devilishly as his bony hands came to wrap around your neck.

You didn't understand. Who was Sun holding, and who was behind you right now? And who was the man that had just run in from between the trees? They all looked the same. Maybe you were going insane. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't breathe. You were going to die.

You were dying.

An aborted hiss forced itself from your throat, trying to make any type of sound, trying to cry for help, and that was what caused Sun's head to snap towards you.

You don't know how much time passed between the man in his grip dropping to the floor screaming and the one strangling you being ripped away. Everything was dotting black and green, cotton-brained and ears muffling static. You barely felt the bark of the tree hit your back when you collapsed, but Sun's hands were so warm. They were cradling your face, so, so softly…

“Y/N!” Oh. Your head reeled to the side. That was a pretty hard slap. At least it'd stopped you from slipping out of consciousness. You were wide-awake now.

“...Yeah?” You croaked.

“Sorry. Fuck, sorry,” Sun leaned over you, his forehead almost touching yours. “I got distracted. I'm so sorry.”

You inhaled lengthily, and let the silence fill the space between you before huffing and trying to get up. You used his shoulder as leverage. “No shit.” You rubbed your neck, peaking across him to assess the situation. Three men in various states of oblivion, lay scattered. All their shirts were white and spattered with old blood, but the designs were different. Now you weren't at risk of being murdered, you recognised that the first man and the one that strangled you were different. The latter, wearing a fancy ruffle-neck, was slumped against an adjacent tree. His limbs were splayed awkwardly as though the force he was thrown with broke a very many number of bones.

The one that had been struggling against Sun looked as though his jaw had been broken with the way it hung open limply. You winced as you noticed him twitch, the injury not enough to knock him out but clearly too painful to do anything else.

Then, the man that had sent you on the run to begin with. You didn't know when he'd been offed. He was bleeding out on the floor, blade and half the handle of his own knife stuck within his abdomen. Your eyes zeroed back in on Sun, who was saying something to you, and finally you noticed his hands covered in a backsplash of shredded flesh. He didn't seem to care or even realise. If it were you, you would've had a breakdown by now.

“Shouldn't we call someone?” You looked away from his stained clothes, and wiped your cheek that he had been holding previously. Your fingers came away red.

“Huh?” Sun had stopped fussing over you for a second, looking over at the scene behind him before recognition lit his eyes. “Ah, right. Let me shoot a message to a friend.” You looked at him with a raised brow and he chuckled sheepishly. “He's the chief of police here, don't worry.”

“You're friends with someone that important?” You sink against the tree trunk, closing your eyes and waiting for him to finish writing his text.

Soft laughter filtered into your ears, seemingly closer than before. Sun sat beside you, and moved your head to rest on him. “I'm a writer. I have connections with all sorts of people. Where do you think I get ideas for characters?”

“Doc. Atherton is based on a real person?”

Sun looked taken aback for a second, as though he wasn't expecting the question. He turned his face to you, blinked a few times and then smiled. When his head returned to rest back against the tree, you couldn't help but admire the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke, “on a neurosurgeon I met on holiday. You've read Veindead?”

“It's one of my favourite books by you,” you scoffed and shoved his arm, before retreating to hug your knees close to your chest. Staring at your muddy and scuffed shoes, you said in a quieter voice, “one of my favourite books in general.”

Sun opened his mouth to say something, but paused. His hand crept a bit closer to yours, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your side. The cold night air numbed you on one half, and he enveloped you in his warmth on the other. “Sorry,” he repeated, “I said I'd protect you and I didn't. I really suck, huh?”

“Yeah.” You weren't going to cry. You weren't, but the adrenaline was finally fading and you had nearly died and fingers dotted with blood and viscera were tracing your knuckles, but they were so fucking comforting. If a few tears fell, neither you nor he mentioned it. He simply cradled you like that, smoothing over the lines of your palm like he wasn't covered in slaughter.

“I go out to places like this a lot,” he started, and you guessed this was the explanation he owed to you, “for inspiration. I'm a fairly visual person. I see things and take notes and get all these ideas for my stories. I get so excited that I barely think about the danger I put myself in, but I'm usually all alone, so it's okay.” His tone filled with regret. “Today, I almost got you hurt. I shouldn't have forced you to come along. I'm sorry.”

You took a moment to process his apology. “...Why did you bring me along? If you're used to doing this alone?”

Sun's fingers stilled. Even his breath stopped. When you glanced up at him, he looked at a loss for words.

“I don't know,” he sighed out eventually, “it's not that I get lonely or particularly want the company. I guess I just… wanted to share something with you that I've never done with others. I don't know why.” He furrowed his brows. “I haven't even known you long, I just…” He didn't finish that sentence and let out an exasperated little snicker. “But my hobbies aren't even normal, forget about safe.”

“It's probably the first time you got chased down by a murderer, I guess it only dawned on you now,” you tried to comfort him.

“Not really,” he shook his head, “I stopped counting after thirty, but there's been a lot more run-ins since then.”

“How are you still alive?!”

Sun laughed airily. “I wasn't lying when I said the muscles aren't for show,” he gestured vaguely to the men you'd somehow forgotten about, “when I first decided I'd explore places like this, I thought it would be a good idea to start working out and learning self-defense. Maybe genetics helped.”

“Damn.” You mumbled. Self-defense was a lighter way to describe what had been done today, on this patch of land.

“None of them should be dead, by the way, if you're worried,” he added, “as long as the ambulance gets here on time.” Then he stood up and dusted himself off, offering you a hand. “Before that, wanna go back to that tent and take pictures?”

“Aha, no.” You shivered just thinking back to it. The entire place had reeked of death, and was peppered with rotting human carcasses. You thought it was the devil himself that had lunged at you from the shadows with a severed ear hanging from between his teeth.

“Aww.” Sun pouted, and it was cute enough that you forgot about the thing that would surely haunt your nightmares for years to come, instantly. “Then can we just look around for a bit?”

His hand still holding yours, he swung them between you. “From what I can comprehend, those three are brothers.” He pointed at them. “Triplets, actually, who worked for the circus to begin with. I remember seeing their faces on the news. They were the first set of people to go missing here, but in reality, they're a trio of cannibals, and they made this place their hunting grounds for prey.” The wind blew a bit stronger as you walked, causing you to huddle closer to him for warmth. That, and you were scared. Very scared. “Seems they were in some sort of twisted competition with each other. I'm sure if we tried to look, we could find the bases taken up by the other two.”

You looked at him wide-eyed.

“But don't worry,” he reassured, “we won't do that. Now that there's no threat of going missing, the police will search the whole circus anyway, and my friend will send me all the pictures I want.”

“Do you usually go around solving all their cases?”

Sun grinned. “Let's just say that I've unintentionally helped them out more than I should've over the years.”

“Wow, fucking Sherlock, look at you.”

“Hey,” Sun whined, and knocked into you softly. His expression betrayed his amusement. “Don't be mean.”

You laughed, ever so quietly, walking away hand in hand, blood encased between your palms as your shadows danced to the sound of the coming sirens.

[olderthannetfic]

Re: Hypertagging characters/ships for triggers, yeah as someone whos insane ass has a very serious trigger for a specific fictional character -particularly if they are portrayed in a positive light- I just Do Not Read Fic in that fandom by and large and blacklist it pretty hard.

It sucks I had to divorce myself from the fandom because I LIKED the earlier seasons and sometimes the fic was cute and good, but I simply cannot reasonably ask anyone to tag every mention of that character so I blacklist it all.

Its a me issue, NOT a them issue, so its my job to manage it and actually put effort into that.

That means blacklisting the show on every platform that is possible that I use, not following people who are likely to post that character, not consuming the new canon content of the show in case I get jumpscared with the character, and only ever intentionally looking for content if im in the right frame of mind to be able to stand simply seeing the name somewhere while I control+f a fic to see if they show up. I even sometimes ask friends to prescreen fics sometimes if I REALLY want to read something.

I make my own content if I want to engage with that media and I avoid the fandom. Its... I wont say its easy because it really sucks actually, but the world cannot and should not cater to me in that way. Its a competing access need and unreasonable to ask.

Its reasonable to ask a friend to warn/not deliberately show me that character- not NOT reasonable to ask a rando to do that.

Id even try to desensitize the trigger if I was in a good place for doing it but I am the wrong kind of insane to be doing that any time soon lol. Trauma work lays you right out.

To people wondering how anyone could be so fragile as to need something like that tagged; PTSD and other mental illnesses that cause serious triggers often latch onto innocuous things. Do you think I want to have such a 'cringe' trigger that causes me to [redacted] at best and have a dissociative panic attack-flashback combo AND [redacted] at worse? No its dumb as hell and I hate that there is very little to do to suppress it. Does that make the trigger go away? Also no. Its not like this is just me not liking or being uncomfortable with the character, this is an involuntary serious-hazard-to-health negative reaction I shant detail that sucks ass.

Yes us crazies do deserve to participate in fandom spaces too, we arent too broken to be barred from playing with everyone else- we just have to understand where the reasonable line is on accommodations for tagging, understand that competing access needs are a thing, and do the rest of the work ourselves.

Its not perfect but its the most good for the most people.

Id invite anyone who has a character/ship/etc trigger to seriously just blacklist the media and do what I do or even be more strict about it. You will feel so much better and more stable im not kidding. It sucks to lose a beloved fandom but you will feel so much better.

For everyone else- dont feel you need to tag every last mention on something. If you really want to be trigger friendly for some reason, you can put in the chapter notes all the minor mentions of stuff or w/e. Please Do Not put it in the proper tags.

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Sadly, "dumb as hell" is a pretty default setting for triggers. If only brains were logical and behaved themselves! But one has to work with what one's got.

[tropinano]

An Organized List of Podcasts, based on the voice of the narrator

Also with one word to describe the voice, and the podcast itself. just in case you want something with specific vibes

American

Welcome to Night Vale (iconic, classic)

Camp Here & There (whimsical, intriguing, contains british jumpscare later on)

Janus Descending (appealing, dramatic)

Francis Forever (gravelly, mysterious)

The Way We Haunt Now (light, interesting)

Jack of All Trades (easy-going, quippy)

Illuminati Interns (overlapping, hilarious)

Death by Dying (energetic, high-quality)

Life with Leo(h) (heartwarming, kind also MAKES ME SO HAPPY I GOTTA TURN IT OFF EVERY 5 MINUTES)

The Night Post (conversational, southern guy, neat)

Canadian

Hello from the Hallowoods (disembodied, descriptive)

Malevolent (dark, captivating, the one guy does every voice)

British

The Magnus Archives (brooding/droning, chilling)

The 12:37 (silvery, interesting)

Spirit Box Radio (whimsical, if i say interesting it means ive only listened to the trailer)

Lost Terminal (neat, also interesting)

I am in Eskew (precise, cool, forgot i listened to the pilot of this)

Irish

Neighbourly (winding, captivating)

The Switchboard (gruff, mid/lacks content warnings/inconsistent but the voice is fun)

Australian

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality (clean, quality)

German

Aurora Everlasting (quick, passionate)

Exaggerated/Put-on

The Swashbuckling Ladies Debate Society (ambitious french, lesbian sword wives)

if you have any more feel free to lmk or add them onto here (EDIT CHECK THE RB TAGS people have good recs and descriptions) since it seems to be a pretty top-heavy list haha but yeah i hope this is cool

[ladymarycrawley]

Astraphobia - John Stones

Request: can you write a fluff where you and john are just friends (but like each other) and you're over at his house to see movies maybe and when you are about to sleep (in different rooms) it starts to rain heavily and you are afraid so ask to stay with john until the rain stops and he obviously says yes (maybe you'll end up sleeping, you decide the ending).

Warning: fluff gone smut to quench my John need

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy  @johnstonesfc ​ @prideofpd

Astraphobia - an abnormal fear of thunder  and lightning  or an unwarranted fear of scattered and/or isolated thunderstorms.

That was movie night. You and John, your best friend, decided that a couple of days before and you were sure it would have been a good night, even though you didn't know what exactly would have made it a good one.

As you arrived at his house he welcomed you in his towel only, just out of the shower. That could have been something potentially dangerous as you recently ha become aware of the feelings you had for him which surpassed the ones you should have for a friend.

You gulped and tried not to let that heavenly vision affect you.

"Sorry, I just got back from training…you can order some take out if you want as I get dressed"

Do you really need to get dressed?

You nodded, hoping some other type of activity could have helped you but that sight was impossible to forget. Not even his boring account of that day, that stupid rom-com you had playing on Netflix could distract you.

He was such a good friend, you loved staying with him but that night you felt different towards him as if all the loving feelings he ignited in you came alive all of sudden, those feelings you tried so hard to suppress. 

He can't be nothing more than a friend to me.

You couldn't stop staring at him, his lips were moving along, busy telling you about his day, then stop to ear some joke they said on the film and started laughing out loud.

He was so perfect. 

The embarrassment came the moment he caught you staring at his lips.

"What? Do I have something on my lip?"

You shook your head, wanting nothing but run away from that room.

"I'm just trying to pay attention to what you’re saying"

"Really?" He knew better than you that wasn’t the case, you had something very different in mind than listening to whatever his mouth was saying. 

"Yeah…"

You were really trying to pay attention to him to be fair, to what he was saying but staring at him was much more interesting. 

What I'd give to kiss those lips, I bet they feel so soft and warm…

Without any warning, he kissed you, the softest kiss you've ever received. 

Those lips were really made to be kissed.

The film on tv was long forgotten as you both had better things to do.

Suddenly a loud thunder from outside made you jump, breaking away from the kiss.

"What?"

"Oh it's raining"

"Yeah, it's something kinda typical of England, you know" He sassed, making you roll your eyes.

"The rain it's not a problem...I'm afraid of thunderstorms"

"Oh look at you" John cooed, hugging you closer to him. "I won't let those bad clouds do anything to you"

"Don't make fun of me" His arms wrapped around you were like the safest place you've ever been to, you belonged in there.

"I'm not! I'm just protecting you"

You looked at each other for a couple of seconds before John grabbed your chin started kissing you again, quite passionately this time.

"I - I think it's better if we go to bed" The fear he might forget have forgotten about it in the morning haunted you out of nowhere so you decided to stop kissing him. Better safe than sorry.

John looked at you kind of puzzled as he couldn't do anything but staring at you getting up from the sofa. It wasn’t clear what had gotten into you but he didn’t want to force you into something you might have regretted.

"Erm yeah…if that's what you want"

After wishing each other goodnight, you went straight to the guest room, ready to put yourself to sleep as another loud, jumpscaring thunder echoed through the house. You hated sleeping alone with that weather outside so you had no other option than to go asking John for help. That wouldn't have helped your case in the slightest but your fear was habing the upper hand.

He was a hard sleeper so he didn't notice you entering his room and getting into his bed at first, he only acknowledged it when he felt your cold fingers through the cotton sleeve of his white t-shirt that made him widen his eyes. 

"Y/N?? What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'm scared of storms"

John sighed, sliding his arm around your back to let you cuddle closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?"

As an answer to your question, he attached his lips to yours as the kiss, that started as something innocent and sweet, like a cry for help, soon turned into something rather passionate, resulting into his body soon covering yours.

His broad back was there for you to finally touch it. God knows how many nights you thought about roaming your hands all over it, feeling his toned muscles under your touch. He was finally there and you could have lived your fantasy of touching him, for real now.

Fantasies are meanto to be real sooner or later, isn't?

When he lowered himself to kiss you, his hands firmly pressed at the sides of your head while yours were holding onto his shoulders, the movement to bend over to deepen the kiss made his back muscles tense even more, highlighting the perfection that was his body.

All of that caused you to let out a deep and breathy moan right into his ear, giving him goosebumps. 

John himself had been thinking about having you like this, all needy and moaning under him, so many times. He wanted to have you by his side every day, to watch some trashy rom-com on the sofa while chewing on some sweets or making love to you in his king size bed as the rain outside kept on pouring against the windows.

"You have no idea how much I dreamed about this" He gasped against your forehead before kissing it.

"Neither do you" You smirked, moving your lips to the side to place a kiss on his inner wrist. 

John smiled, truly grateful for the moment he was living, picking up the needy dance your lips and tongues were taking part in.

The Manchester City defender's hands travelled down your body, tracing the side of your boobs, the curve of your hips ending to linger on your thighs, tightening his grip around them to place them around his hips.

"You're so beautiful"

Those words nearly brought tears to your eyes: those words were something he would say to you but only in the fake scenarios your head wpuld play on and on and hearing him saying that in real life definitely hit different. 

You sighed, trying to hide your shiny eyes with your hands. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss your fingertips. 

"Before you say anything, I'm not crying" You said, in an attempt to diffuse the tension. 

"I won't say anything, I didn't even notice it!" He lied as the reason why he did that sweet gesture with your hand was precisely because of that but he knew you wouldn't want him to see that.

"Don't lie, Stones"

"I never lie" He breathed out, keeping your knuckles against his pulpy lips.

"So you really think I'm beautiful?"

"I said I never lie so yeah, you are"

You blushed so hard the red tint on your cheek was visible even in the dark room.

"Thanks…you're handsome too"

"How hard was it to admit?" He asked cockily as you pushed him a little to the side.

"Don't act all cocky now, you know how hate it"

John giggled, the way you were acting all shy and a little bothered made him crazy, he was crazy for you.

He grabbed your face in his hands, squeezing it a little stronger to keep your jaw in place as he kissed you so passionately it made you beg for him to fuck you. He was just waiting for it and your needy praise made him jolt with excitement. 

He dipped your body further into the mattress and gently started penetrating you. He stayed still for a moment, to make sure you were still okay with that so he could go forward.

You moved your hand between your legs, brushing your pussy right where your bodies became one and sighed, sighed so loudly he took it as an affirmative sign.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to let him fuck you deeply and to feel him closer at the same time.

God, having him inside of you felt so good, it was pure ecstasy.

The way his body was sinuously moving over yours was enough to drive you insane, you lost every speech or reasoning ability. Even spelling his name became something hard to do: moans and whines were the only sounds that could leave your throat, getting even louder when the profanities and deep moans that would leave his mouth resonated directly into your ear thanks to the close proximity of his face to yours. You were like entranced, each one of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge, making you feel like you've never felt before.

Your bodies were so close the sweat drops covering your foreheads mixed as you were now as one.

John got up from your body and kneeled between your legs, positioning them at his sides to fuck you deeper, sinking his hand on the soft skin of your thigh and then on your lower belly, to feel his cock thrusting into you.

You moaned his name louder, as if the whole world had to know how good he was making you feel. His thrusts got so deep he soon led you through your first orgasm which left you shaking and on cloud nine.

"Are you okay?" He asked you. When you opened your eyes to look at him you couldn't believe his perfection: he was there naked with his panting chest covered with some little sweat drops, as well as on his forehead. The urge to kiss him was more important than answering his question and that's what you did.

As your lips were pressing a long and passionate kiss to his, your hand reached for his member between his legs and started stroking it lazily, pressing your thumb pad on the tip. He moaned in the kiss, clearly loving what you were doing.

You gave each other a lot of pleasure and the fact that you finally admitted your feelings to each other after all that time made it even more pleasurable.

"I'm more than okay"

Your answer nade him smile, pressing your forehead against yours. He raised his hand to reach yours and intertwine your fingers: he was like measuring how big his hand was in comparison to yours and you loved it. You loved all of it so much.

That storm that frightened you that much wasn't that bad after all. Fairly, it could have lasted all night now that you were finally in the safest place ever.

[finn-m-corvex]

Jaya Week 2023 Day 5: Dance

So guess what guys, we're now two days behind! Yippee! Gonna do my best to get caught up today, but we'll see what happens. This one was hard at first because I didn't have an idea, and then it hit me, and once I started I couldn't really stop. It was great! Although it did turn out a little spicier than I intended, but I guess that's just what I was in the mood to write today. Oh well! COLE AND VANIA ARE PLATONIC IN THIS BY THE WAY DO NOT TAG AS CONIA OR I WILL COMMIT UNSPEAKABLE ACTS!

Words: 2.3k

TWs: POSSIBLE underage alcohol consumption (I personally headcanon them to be around 21 by Master of the Mountain but just in case), alcohol mention, sex reference (NOTHING explicit but implied), making out, Jay in a suit and Nya in a dress appreciation

[REUPLOAD]

Jay shuffled from his spot in the corner of the large ballroom, watching as dozens of dancers paired up on the floor to perform a gracious waltz. The citizens of Shintaro were more graceful than most of the people he had seen in Ninjago, their alabaster skin shining in the lights of the grand chandelier hanging over their heads. It was the night after they had defeated the Skull Sorceror; Vania’s coronation would be the next morning.

The ballroom itself was beyond gorgeous, just like the rest of the Ivory City. Gold trim wrapped itself in intricate patterns across the walls, creeping up the pillars in the room like glimmering vines. Marble statues stood solemnly at attention in all four corners, each depicting an ancient war hero from Shintaro’s past. Vania had promised Cole to have a statue of his mother commissioned to sit in the grand hall. The floor had been freshly polished, and Jay knew that he would’ve been upset to see the dress shoes scuffing it up if he were one of the workers.

He swirled a glass of punch in his hands; he had promised Nya that he wouldn’t drink until later, not that Jay had been planning on getting wasted. Scanning the room with a careful eye, Jay quickly realized that he and Zane were the only team members in the room at the moment.

Where was everyone else?

Cole jumpscared him from behind, making Jay shout and almost spill his drink all over an older man. The blue ninja apologized profusely before glaring at his best friend.

“Was that really necessary?” Jay grumbled, putting his drink down on the table next to him.

“You know the answer to that,” Cole snickered, and Jay had to remind himself that he was in public. He couldn’t just tackle Cole and start an all-out brawl.

Jay sighed, turning to fully face the earth ninja. “Where did you run off to?”

Shrugging, Cole snatched up Jay’s discarded glass and took a swig. “Vania needed some help with something, why?”

“I haven’t seen Nya in a while,” Jay admitted, taking the glass back after Cole complained about the lack of alcohol. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about her. She’s getting ready with Lloyd and Kai,” Cole explained kindly, bumping Jay’s shoulder. “Nya’ll be out soon. Here, come and mingle with me, you always like meeting new people.”

That was a lie, and Jay saw the distraction for what it was, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Jay allowed Cole to whisk him away from his spot against the wall and into the well-dressed crowd.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Sticking as close to Cole’s side as a burr, Jay dutifully did his best to fend off the Shintaroans’ advances. More than a few of the single women on the floor approached him with flirtatious winks and tantilizing grins, all of them asking him in the sweetest tones to dance with them for the night. No one approached Cole, because everyone knew that as soon as Vania was ready and amongst the crowd he would be her dance partner, and no one wanted to upset the new queen.

Jay grimaced when yet another lady tried to attach herself to his arm. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

Huffing, the lady turned away, muttering something about how pretty boys like him shouldn’t be on the floor if they didn’t want to dance. It made Jay’s blood start to boil, and he said something to Cole as the man walked from group to group to exchange pleasantries.

“I just need Nya to get out here, already.” Jay was saying, giving a hard stare to any women who looked his way for too long. Younger him would’ve been ecstatic at all of the attention he was garnering without really considering the implications, but older him was much wiser. And engaged.

“And yet we both know that she’ll have your head if you try to rush her,” Cole said, grabbing up a glass of actual wine and taking a small sip. He must’ve been getting nervous too, Jay noted. Usually he was the best of the human team members at holding off on the liquor. 

“True.” Jay conceded, readjusting his tie around his neck. His blue suit was starting to feel suffocating, and Jay really came to realize that he and Cole were sticking out like sore thumbs with their darker suits in the sea of light creams and beiges, with many of the older folks wearing snow-white. Hopefully they weren’t violating some ancient dress code of Shintaro by not wearing anything in white.

Cole held the glass out to him, and Jay hesitated to take it. “Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit-”

You’re not the one who's taken, Jay thought sourly, but he noticed that Cole’s gaze wasn’t on him anymore. Instead, his onyx eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, unblinking. Jay could see the fondness in his face, and he turned to see what all of the commotion was about.

Vania had made her first appearance of the night, dressed in a flowing white dress with a train long enough to cover the entirety of Jay’s parents’ trailer. Golden thread was weaved throughout, nice complimenting the jewelry she was wearing and the large placeholder crown on her head. Her kind face was caked in makeup, but Jay could only really tell because he did makeup himself. She was breathtaking as she came strolling down the stairs that led to her chambers; maybe not Jay’s kind of breathtaking, but beautiful nonetheless.

“That’s my cue, buddy,” Cole said, looking slightly apologetic, “but hey, there’s a spot over by the punch table if you don’t want anyone to bother you.”

“Of course, because I love the punch table,” Jay griped, but he kinew he was only being difficult because it was just him again. His heart sank a little when Cole walked away, even if Jay knew that being Vania’s dance partner was a much more prestigious position than being with his best friend.  The table wasn’t far, and Jay quickly reclaimed his post on the closest pillar, sipping actual wine this time to try and soothe his nerves.

Watching the people clear the dance floor for the future queen, Jay marvelled at how gracefully his best friend moved; for being the master of arguably the most rigid of their elements, Cole had some of the most fluid movement on the team. The only ones who could truly best him were Jay himself and Nya, but that was mostly because lightning and water granted them natural flow that couldn’t really be bested. Cole also didn’t have the build to take advantage of his flexible movement, having inherited the classic earth elemental body and not the lithe and poise that Lou possessed.

He and Vania made a good pair, Jay had decided as he watched them dance. Their styles complimented each other well, and Cole looked like he was having the time of his life. Jay knew that Cole wasn’t attracted to her and never would be, but he was glad to see the ravenette enjoying himself regardless. It would be good for Cole to finally have some friends outside of the Ninja group.

Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everyone in the room turned to watch the new figure descending down the stairs, and Jay could feel his already unsteady heartbeat speed up upon seeing her.

“Nya!” Vania exclaimed, leaving Cole on the dance floor and rushing to the foot of the stairs to greet the water ninja.

Jay wanted to follow, but his jaw had dropped onto the floor with his feet frozen on the ground. His Yang looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in what must’ve been the only blue dress in Vania’s wardrobe. It was a light and shimmering aqua, the light refracting off of the fabric and making Nya look like she was shining. Her gray heels clicked on the floor when she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hands covered with silken gloves that stretched to her elbows. Her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall in large ringlets; it was a sight that Jay didn’t get to see very often, but he cherished it every time he did.

Looking past Vania’s shoulder, Nya locked eyes with him, and his heart stuttered from the small smile that graced her lips. Vania noticed, giving Nya a slight smirk as they parted ways, Nya walking towards her Yin and Vania taking Cole’s arm to rejoin him on the dance floor.

Fixing up his tie and putting his hair back into place, Jay suddenly felt very underdressed. He had thought his simple three-piece suit would be enough (it’s not like he had many options anyway), but if Nya was going to start showing him up like that then he might have to up his game.

Walking out to meet her felt like Jay was in a fairytale, the Prince Charming finally meeting Cinderella for the first time. Ignoring the stares of all the ladies who had been hitting on him, Jay stopped in front of Nya, whose heels propped her up to only an inch or so below his line of sight.

He took her outstretched hand and gave it a kiss with a bow. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

Nya pretended to contemplate the question. “I suppose you may, my lovely gentleman.”

“Only yours,” Jay said happily, taking her hand and spinning her around as the music started back up. They were finally going to get to dance!

Playing Dancey Pants had been a great decision, Jay decided as they twirled around the room, mostly because he knew there was no way in the Cursed Realm he would’ve been able to keep up with everyone else otherwise. He vaguely registered Kai and Lloyd coming down the stairs and joining the celebration, in a red and green suit respectively. Kai had made a beeline for Zane on the other side of the room, offering to dance with him so the nindroid wouldn’t have to keep standing off to the side. Lloyd had joined Cole and Vania, switching off with the earth ninja in an odd three-way dance that made Jay’s head spin if he stared at it for too long.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and Jay startled. Oh, right. He was dancing too.

Thankfully his Yang only giggled, quickly compensating for his misstep and keeping their rhythm. “You with me, Jay?”

“I am,” he answered smoothly. He pressed his own kiss to Nya’s lips, deeper this time, letting his hand slide down her waist. She made a small noise, letting her own hand cup the back of his neck and mess with the baby hairs on his nape. There was a suspicious sparkle in her when they parted, and Jay was very suddenly reminded of the fact that he had been drinking. Nya had probably tasted the fruitiness of the alcohol on his breath.

“Did you start drinking without me?” Nya was actually pouting, and Jay had to restrain his belly laugh to a hearty chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“My nerves were getting to me,” he admitted, “and I didn’t want that to ruin our night. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you get me something, I don’t care,” Nya said with a wink, and Jay already knew that some very promiscuous things were going to go down tonight.

He was quick to snatch a wine glass off of a passing tray, holding it out to Nya with one of his signature grins like an offering. Nya took it with a smile of her own, chugging it and gracefully putting it on the table next to them. Jay hadn’t realized that she was directing them to the far side of the room where the least people were located, including the rest of their group.

Nya slid her hand down to his waist, hooking one of her thumbs in his belt loop and letting the rest of her fingers drum against his thigh. Her other hand rested on Jay’s cheek, and he shuddered when she ran her thumb  across his jaw. She was a little red in the face, and Jay was suddenly a little suspicious of how much she may have had to drink.

“Did you drink before you got down here?” he asked quietly, his own hand coming to rest on her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone.

She hummed. “A little. Kai got me a shot of whiskey from the kitchen, or that’s what I hope it was. They’ve got some strong stuff in Shintaro.”

“They gotta deal with the isolation somehow,” Jay quipped, and his heart soared when Nya chuckled. “You sure you should be drinking any more, then? We still have to leave tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to let loose tonight and have a little fun,” without warning, she shot forward and caught his lips with hers, and Jay was more than happy to let himself get lost in the current that was his Yang. They swayed with the music, and he felt Nya’s body press closer to his like two puzzle pieces. Her hand buried itself in his hair, pulling when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, Jay forced himself to pull away, ignoring the way his mouth tingled from his element in favor of staring at Nya in all of her half-drunken and quite eager glory.

“We need some privacy for this part,” he whispered, starting to pull her away to where their quarters were located. He ignored Lloyd and Zane’s questioning looks, Kai’s face of unbridled disgust and Cole’s enthusiastic thumbs-up in favor of pulling Nya along beside him. “I have a different kind of dance in mind.”

[xeymol]

Woah new pinned post jumpscare.

Hello I’m pie, you can call me whatever you want tbh. pie, xey, xeymol, weird void cup, whatever as long as it’s not mean i don’t care lmao

(Used to be known as SoggyMuppet)

Some important information about me:

- i am EXTREMELY nervous and shy so I apologize if I tend to be awkward with any interactions with anyone

- I may be shy but I don’t mind getting asks, I actually kinda love getting them wither it be answering actual questions or getting doodle requests

- I absolutely love and adore making gifts for people especially if I consider them a friend so gifts for others should be a fairly common sight

- I tend to go for long periods of time without posting, it’s not because I feel I need a break or because I have artblock (may possibly be the case at some point actually) but it happens because I just have a genuinely hard time getting my ideas on paper

- if you ever want to send an ask but your Nervous or I seem scary please know I’m quite harmless and I don’t mind getting asks, it may take me awhile to respond but do know It’s nothing against you and I either just haven’t checked my notifications yet or I’m just taking awhile to type my answer (possibly also drawing something to go with it)

- I am extremely apologetic so I apologize if that gets annoying, I’m just a strong overthinker and I get overwhelmed by it easily which leads to me apologizing a lot for very small thingys

- unreasonably anxious and overly sensitive, if your going to be rude to me please at least be straight up, I can’t tell if or when someone is being jokingly mean and that causes me to overthink and become stressed

- I am very forgetful, some things leave my head instantly so I need to be reminded of things multiple times

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Random Info:

- my persona is some sort of Eldritch creature made of void with a cup for their head, their name is granola

- I absolutely ADORE birds, I can’t draw them for shit but I love seeing pictures of them

- I am not funny. my humor is absolutely horrible, I try to stay family friendly on here but an adult joke might slip sometimes, though I do cuss a lot so I guess I’m not very family friendly💀

- I genuinely do not make sense half the time and when I do it’s either weird or concerning, I’ll say shit like “holy shit Freddy fazbear in portal 2 real not clickbait?!?!?!?!“ or “will skin you alive then boogie on your corpse” and other strange shit, I have something wrong with me✨

- I have horrible grammar and spelling, autocorrect loves to fuck me over so I’m sorry if a sentence ever comes out wrong on accident

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My main interests right now are:

- space

- horror/body horror

- making strange critters

- a few of my personal projects

- don’t starve/don’t starve together

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I usually make fanart for whatever fandom I’m in at the moment but there’s a rare chance I may share if stuff and or original story’s I’m working on, most of what I post is doodles but there is a rare case of fully rendered art. I might post kinda gorey or body horror and genuinely just spooky art one day and if I do I’ll definitely put a warning and try my best to tag it properly, I enjoy making sorta cutesy silly shitposts most the time and I tend to get sorta extreme with my facial expressions lol. I’ve been drawing for technically all my life really, I’m not the best but I’m very devoted to art and designing characters and story’s, my art tends to have heavy shading and overall a sort of dark atmosphere and that’s just due to my immense love for horror and spooky vibes

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Anyways that’s all I have for now, I’ll add to this if I ever have anything more I feel I should add

Goodbye for now, hope you have a lovely day/evening/night💕

___________________________________________________________________________________________________Commission status: currently open🔥

[mickmundy]

(Animal death tw just in case-)

Consider- medic needs animal organs to put into his teammates for fun and profit, sniper is an outdoorsman and a hunter who wrestles crocs

What I'm saying is sniper brings medic dead animals like a cat and medic absolutely loves it he thinks sniper is sooo sweet for helping him supply his experiment addiction💕💕💕💕

omg thank you for the tw! i'm going to say it back right here: tw just in case for animal death / slight gore mention (but i try not to be too Detailed about it!)!

AAAND you are so right absolutely. i think one time medic heard sniper say "i've slept in the corpse of water buffalo tougher than you!" and after the match sniper was scaling down the tower and medic like jumpscares him from behind a building and is like :DDD HERRRRR SNIPEERRRRRRR HEY DID YOU MEAN THAT WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT WATER BUFFALO DID YOU REALLY SLEEP IN AN ANIMAL CORPSE BEFORE??!???!?!

and sniper's like O_O! well, yeah! y'know, gotta do what y'gotta do sometimes... and medic's like "HOO! INCREDIBLE! i'd love to hear about it, what did it smell like? did you like doing it? was it difficult to gut? did you use the guts? what were the guts used for? did you kill the beast yourself? are there animals whose corpses are more ideally suited for sleeping in? have you slept in any other animal corpses? did you-"

and sniper waits for medic to finish asking his Enthusiastic Barrage of questions and is like "not great! i'll do whatever's professionally required'a me to finish the job. not if y'know what you're doing (cocky! he does of course). sure. food, but you can also use the trachea to breathe so that you can stitch the corpse up better (medic's eyes go wide as saucers at this and he looks like a child at christmas. sniper thinks its soooo cute. he is hanging on sniper's every word) if its gonna be a long night. yeah! of course. and sure!" just like. casually answering them all in order that medic asked them... :')

sniper doesn't like interrupting people when they speak so he likes letting medic fire off 2039423042392834 questions (while his smile grows from a lil one to a bigger one then a bigger one bc he's flattered by medic's enthusiasm) and then Politely (though sometimes vaguely) answers them best he can!

and i think they'd love foraging together! sniper's a natural at it of course but one time medic sees him and asks to tag along. nobody ever wants to so sniper says "ah, why not!" and shows medic what he knows, how to find bones and all kinds of fun stuff! i think medic loves getting his hands dirty (i swear he starches his uniform just in the hopes of it getting Super Gorey in battle! hehe) and that puts sniper at ease. i have a headcanon that in his youth, sniper did big game hunting and taxidermy as a way to make a living when he was still a new gun for hire, so he's a total wealth of morbid knowledge that medic LOOOOVES to pick at HEHE!!

[chthonicgodling]

ELYSIUM FATHER'S DAY EDITION!! a day late but compiled as a direct companion piece to Elysium Mother's Day Poast over here!!!! this batch FEATURES:

Bel & bb!N

*Epi and Eury & bb!Bel and bb!Ty

Meno & bb!Leo

Loki & bb!Rane**

Hypnos & bb!Icy

Tory & bb!Neo

completely once again last minute scribbled and once again restricted to just one Kid per but in this case i was trying to match. UMM QUICK ADDENDUMS;

*Euriales replacing Libby n'Vid BECAUSE i desperately needed to draw Euriales in here for dad day and Ty is equal parts mom and dad and is in another bonus pic matching this set (HERE LMAO). ummm putting that next to grown up Bel with his own daughter is making me insane also drawing bb twins TWO DAYS AFTER THEY EACH JUST GOT MARRIED IS MAKING ME INSAAAAANEEEEEEE

**Loki in prev post was Fjoer's mom but he is Rane's dad lmao. his kids are split down the middle hence the New child Here

this post has been sponsored by long hair androgyny. most of these guys belong to @fenixethekid!! sorry again per usual for loki jumpscare do not tag the m word lmaoo

[ugetelynx]

And here I am putting it in an ask, three corners of anti-trans backlash:

Back in the day there were popular gay ships that people would write, but only if they gender swapped someone to make it hetro. It came off as really homophobic and so people might be seeing/projecting that. The whole limited representation thing?

They came here to see dicks, tyvm. In my case it's partially my own dysphoria. I am unfond of my own female body parts and do not like being surprised by reading them. With how people overtag it's hard to know if the trans character is in the ship or not. And sometimes they undertag.

And the third corner: They're just transphobic assholes and we should block them

I have thoughts about this ask that I’m gonna be putting in the undercut, thank you for sending it in cause this topic is very, not ideal

(Obvious disclaimer : this entire thing unless stated otherwise is in the context of a fic being tagged correctly)

Gender bending vs trans characters

- I very much understand where you’re coming from, I dislike genderbending fics myself, BUT genderbending is not the same as being trans and I think most people mix that up by tagging genderbending as trans or people conflating the two in general

- From how I’ve seen genderbending it was always a “mysterious force transformed this character into a woman/man and their partner who’s gave ‘fell more in love’ with them when they saw them” which gives off a very homophobic “you just haven’t found the right one” yet, yknow

- Writing a character trans, especially in my experience writing my comfort characters afab (cause i am), helps ease my dysphoria surprisingly enough. It helps make me feel less alone. A character being trans is more so either a realization that how they feel about themself isn’t normal or they’ve already accepted it and found a partner who loves them all the same (which typically is the character’s ship partner)

- In genderbending, at least the ones i’ve seen, the person being genderbent dislikes being in the opposite body and wants their old one back. However I have seen people use genderbending as a way to make a character realize they are trans and I think that’s really cute especially when their partner is supportive of them

Dysphoria: readers vs writers

- So like you said anon, sometimes people don’t tag a character as trans and it comes as a surprise and maybe that triggers your dysphoria and I think that’s a valid reason. Sometimes you prefer reading fics where they’re cis so getting jumpscared by one being trans and feeling dysphoric over it can happen

- However, you never know the author behind the screen (not in the case of untagged stuff) and writing a trans character, like myself, could help them with their own dysphoria. Or they just prefer one of the characters as trans because that’s how they personally see them! It’s all fair game since most characters are never explicitly stated to be cishet minus any that are confirmed

- I added that part because being dysphoric over your own body parts is VERY valid, but it should never end up an author’s problem (if they tagged appropriately) and I doubt that’s what you do anon! I’m just speaking out loud lmao. Nobody should be told they can’t write trans characters cause it might set off some people’s dysphoria or “people came here to see dicks”

- Me personally I used to hate my lower parts (idgaf about my tits tbh) because it made me dysphoric and uncomfortable; so I started writing my comfort characters as pre-op trans as well and it worked wonders for me. That’s why I assume at least one or two people who write trans fics are themselves trans!

- Now I obviously understand dysphoria isn’t really something you can control; trust me my own gets set off a lot by the stupidest shit sometimes 😭, but I think at the same time we need to be very careful of how we deal with it. Control what you can that sets it off (like personal relationships, asking friends to not use certain wording around/about you, etc), and block what you can’t.

- (Also, as an added note, I have seen a lot of stigma around afab parts in media, especially with trans characters, and it gives a very very small feeling of misogyny. Queer spaces are for everyone, pre-op trans people are queer and deserve to written too! Let transwomen have dicks, let transmen have pussies. Not everyone can afford or wants surgery, and they deserve their own little niche in fanfics!)

Now these are all MY personal thoughts, I’ll let my friends respond with their own !!

My final take on this: genderbending and writing a character as trans aren’t the same thing, one has a past of spreading borderline homophobic rhetoric. The other is simply adding more representation and helps people feel more seen especially in a place where it is very hard to find fics that you feel represented in; this can go for both x readers and ship fics.

I prefer ship fics cause x readers make me personally uncomfortable, and it’s just more fun to write my comfort characters like me

Transphobes can kiss my ass and gtfo queer people are going to write for other queer people and guess what; trans people are queer! We are going to write fics for us! Gtfo if you don’t like it!

[ecogirl2759]

It's time.

So, I have decided to formally retire from FireAlpaca and will not be revisiting any of my old works made on that app (just because of personal preference). SO, I've decided to share some of my favorite WIPs that I had hoped to finish once upon a time lol.

I'm gonna be tagging all the characters that show up btw, so sorry if this comes up as you're peacefully scrolling your fandom tags hehe.

Please check the tags for the characters/fandoms and decide if you wanna open this post.

So yeah, have a couple of old sketches from 2-5 years ago :D

[Uncolored blood in one of them jsyk]

This one felt appropriate to put first lol I was really liking the way it was turning out... and then I lost motivation lol. Think this is from 2 years ago-ish.

Here's another of my OC. I was going to make a super cool battle illustration with super cool effects and super cool lighting and I gave up almost instantly lol. SHE HAS NO WRISTS!!

This is one I made for Drawfest 2, like, 2 years ago now, I think. I thought it was coming along kinda nice except I couldn't get the perspective to look right so my character ended up looking huge lmao.

Here's ANOTHER of my OC. This one is really old lol. I've redesigned her now and I don't use this shading style anymore, so I retired this profile picture really early on.

Ok, last one of this OC. This was going to be one of many sprites that I was making to use in videos and stuff, but I, once again, lost my motivation hehe. Looks REALLY bad tho so idc.

Now for some fandom junk!

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Pico jumpscare I got really into Pico's school way back when and never saw any fanart for his death screen. So I wanted to try my hand at it. Got through the lineart before I decided I didn't like it and was not skilled enough to salvage it so I gave up. Might redraw this in the future though!

Haha mind the huge empty space on this one.

This was going to be a picture of Gregory and Freddy from FNaF Security Breach (made this around the time the game came out), but I quickly realized I couldn't draw animatronics and quit lol. You can kinda see the stripe on Gregory's shirt, but my sketching abilities back then were awful so it's a little hard.

ASJKFHSABFHJBF I ALMOST FORGOT I WAS DRAWING HIMMM!! This bean is a character from To Your Eternity, an anime I randomly found on Netflix once and fell in love with (I quit at the weird scene in the prison tho, remind me to finish it). HE WAS SO CUTE I JUST HAD TO DRAW HIM <3 Also this isn't the ball, this is the boy. I just didn't get to his eyes.

MULTIFANDOM IDEAAAAA

So me and my sister were talking a few years ago, and I think one of us misspoke and said "Coffee shot" instead of "Coffee shop," so this AU was born.

It's a coffee shop called the Coffee Shot staffed by characters that love guns and have guns and shoot guns and I love them. The shop is frequented by characters from other franchises (in this case Danganronpa), and it's got the best coffee and the best theming you've ever seen >:)

Characters from left to right: Pico (FNF), Kiyotaka Ishimaru (DR1), Mondo Owada (DR1), Lance (EBF5)

Here's another MultiFandom picture :D

This one was based on Pinterest lol. I have boards for both of these franchises, but they kept wanting to save these two characters to each other's boards lol. SO I wanted to make a style swap with them! Didn't end up finishing it, though, but I do want to come back to it!

Characters: Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa), Ranma Saotome (Ranma 1/2)

Aaaaand then just take some Danganronpa stuff.

This first one is actually the second piece of fanart I ever did for this game, but I quit really quick because I SCREWED UP TAKA'S HAIR AND DIDN'T WANNA REDO IT BECAUSE EVERY TIME I TRIED IT LOOKED FUNKY SO NOW HE'S JUST FUZZY. AND THE BACKGROUND EWWW I FORGOT IT LOOKED LIKE THIS

And then this one is of the same two characters but based on a fanfic I read once. It was a Beauty and the Beast one. It was really fun to read. I liked it. It's on Wattpad if you're interested. I quit on this picture really quick tho. Made the sketch on Photoshop 2 years ago, transferred the sketch to FireAlpaca, then realized the sketch sucked and didn't bother trying again.

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There's all my sketches. The ones that I'm willing to share, that is.

Let this be a lesson that not all of your pictures are going to go the way you want to. Your sketches are going to be messy, your lineart isn't going to match up, your colors are going to look funky, and your shading is going to want to make you rip out your hair sometimes.

I think what's important is to make sure that all that stuff doesn't discourage you.

If you give up all together, you'll never know what you'd've been able to produce if you hadn't.

If a picture isn't working for you, find out why. Then quit that picture, practice, and come back. You'll be able to compare yourself to your own art instead of other people's, which will give you a clearer sense of how far you've come.

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SORRY DIDN'T MEAN TO GO ON A RANT THERE

I think I'll shoot to redraw some of these next year. I definitely want to come back to that Pico one, the style swap one, the Coffee Shot, and the Christmas one.

Don't really have time for that now, but that's now on my New Year's Resolution list lol.

If you're reading this, thanks for looking at my old crappy art. It feels nice to share <3

[silvery-bluish]

tagged by @thenightdayblogger to look for blue, star, sour, and flower in my WIPs! Bafflingly difficult time finding these, somehow. Weird. 

If you’re up for it, I’m going to tag uuuh @rosaindomitus and @dogueteeth. I’d tag more but idk who’s up for putting WIP fragments out there. no pressure at all!! but if you’re up for it, i’m going to ask for the wordsss orange, shout, hand, and run!

Gonna throw it under a read more so as not to dump a Pile of words everywhere.

blue

Arsinoe has a plan, a plan they’ve spent weeks plotting out, including several conspicuous “just in case” portions that are clearly for if he goes off-script. Pages and pages of carefully labeled flowcharts in one of their notebooks, the one with… metallic purple patterns on the cover, he thinks, maybe blue? The words on the page slip from his grasp like they did, and they’re gone, through the window again, glass shattering outwards like a dissonant note, because they can’t be gone, they shouldn’t be gone, they’ve always come back before— 

Fragment from a very disjointed piece, currently nameless, that’s an attempt at a Ricardo POV nightmare that’s mostly about Arsinoe leaving and a little bit about their apartment over the years in the Sidestep years.

It’s easy, to walk across the kitchen and lean against him, to tuck your face into the back of his neck, curl your arms around his waist. Like giving into gravity. “I’m trying to cook,” Daniel says, laugh in his voice. “The pancakes are going to burn.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you say, magnanimously, sticking your hands under the hem of his— your hoodie so they’re flat against his stomach. Worn blue fabric and lightning bolts on the shoulders. Skin-to-skin contact. “You know how to move me.”

Double-dipping on the word blue for a little bit of Tonal Whiplash (and also i couldn’t find one of the other words) but here’s a fragment of Far Future Don’t Even Worry About It domesticity with Arsinoe and Daniel and also the Chagre hoodie (I’ve shared another fragment of this one around before, but only via discord- it’s the Extremely Soft Far Future chargeflystep piece that also includes part of my Ortega Eyemask Agenda)

star

“You don’t want to know?” Tay genuinely can’t imagine not wanting to know why he is how he is. The changeling just shrugs at him, as much as a stag can shrug. “I want to know everything.”

“Not all questions have kind answers, sprout,” Hart says, and then he falls quiet for a bit.

The stars are hard to spot in the forest, in between the leaves dark against the sky, but Tay looks for them anyway, even if it’s just to keep from feeling the silence too awkwardly.

Original work jumpscare! “star” didn’t exist in any of my Fallen Hero fragments - somehow - so here’s a piece of a project that’s been back-burnered for a while. I’m bad at elevator pitches, but it’s very folklore-vibes, the Tay in question here has to spend several days in the domain of a forest goddess and, in this fragment, he’s trying to figure out why she wants him there.

sour

Somehow fully doesn’t exist. No idea how I managed that. Weird thing to now know about my writing: it apparently currently just fully does not contain the word “sour.”

flower

“I dunno! Even if I don’t know most of them, it’s kind of nice to be around people living their lives, right? Makes me feel more connected to a place when I can learn stuff like how the baker’s daughter always goes on a walk one morning of the week, or the cobbler’s wife likes to put flowers in her daughters’ hair when they get their chores done early. Even if I’m not involved in their lives, it’s nice to know that other people exist, you know?” Tay shrugs, holding his hands out like take of that what you will.

Once again. no flowers in my FH WIPs, so here’s some more Tay. This is earlier than the previous segment. He’s lightly judging another character’s decision to live in a falling-down building in the middle of nowhere, here.

[lilietsblog]

a guide to Tumblr user interaction for newbies

Tumblr is the user interaction website. Not an advertisement website, not a popularity website. The goal here is not to become known to as many people as possible, but to be a little less lonely in this big wide world, and help other people be less lonely too.

Methods of user interaction, from most to least commitment:

Make a new original post.

Originally it will by default only be visible to your followers; if you want it to be visible to more people, use tags (five or so first tags count for the purpose of putting your post "into the tag" for other people to find outside of your blog). Beyond that you have no control: if it takes off, it takes off, if it doesn't, it doesn't. It's the highest commitment option because if it does take off it might be circulated for the rest of this website's lifespan, and you will continue to see people's reactions to it for as long as you stay here. Editing won't help, people will continue seeing the version that was originally reblogged (more on this later). Deleting will only help if you've put the post under readmore, in that people won't be able to access the original text anymore. Deleting your blog won't remove the post from circulation either. Beware.

It is very, very, very bad etiquette to make your own post with someone else's content without proper attribution. Tumblr is home to a lot of artists, writers and memers who take this shit personally. Reposting someone else's art (wide meaning of the word) as your own is just about the worst offense you can commit around here. If something you want to share was originally posted on another website, link back (unless it's a screenshot of a conversation, in which case just use your judgement for whether it's public and whether you have suficient permission to share it). If it was posted on Tumblr, for the love of god, REBLOG (see below). If you can't, that very likely means you shouldn't.

Good material for making your own original posts: Your art (and writing, and music, and so on). Your opinion on something (anything). A diary entry (though use your own judgement for whether you want to risk it being spread all over the website forever). A witty observation. A meme permutation of your own creation. A funny story you heard (with as much proper attribution as you can manage). Questions you want other people to answer. Excited recommendations of your favorite anything. Positive affirmations. Helpful information compilations. Wistful descriptions of extreme violence you wish you could inflict on politicians you don't like. Hornyposting. Etc.

Bad material for making your own original posts: Talking shit about other users in a non-vague way that allows others to easily identify them. Do not incite or spread harassment, even if they are really really annoying or really really wrong on the internet. Vagueblog if you have to, or take it to DMs (see below). Someone else's creations, as mentioned above. Unless it's formally published and the person has been paid for it, in which case, just don't take credit for stuff that's not yours, and attribute it so others can find the original source. Anxiety bait ("reblog this or have something bad happen to you") / screamers / jumpscares / common triggers (gore, flashing lights, etc) without proper tags. We used to have a lot of those, and nobody liked them, and we decided as a community to not do this anymore. Play ball or be prepared to get mass blocked and/or reported to the mod team for violating community standards. We don't mind hornyposting or threats of violence here, but don't be an ass to people who will see your posts, please.

Reblog someone else's post.

You can find other people's posts to reblog on their own individual blogs, in the tags (tumblr.com/tagged/your interest), on your dashboard once you've subscribed to any of the above.

The etiquette around reblogging is a weird and complex thing, but generally: reblogging without adding any text, with or without tags is considered a universal positive.

(Exception: when a person has explicitly asked people to not reblog the post in the text or tags of the post. The "forbid reblogging" function is new and might or might not work well, the point is don't be an asshole)

A reblogged post has its main body duplicated on your own blog, tagged with the tags you added yourself and no others, with your own additions (if any) appended to the end. People can remove additions after the OP (original post) when they reblog, but usually this isn't done. Beware of this also: if you add something stupid to a post and the version with your addition takes off, it also might well circulate forever with no option for control on your end. Deleting will only help if you post your addition under readmore, etc, etc.

The reason it's less commitment is that you will only get notifications from interaction with your post only from the people who will interact with specifically YOUR instance of it, on your blog or on their dashboard where they are following you. If person A reblogs your (reblogged) post, then person B reblogs it from person A, you will only be notified of person A's actions. Anything further down the line is between the OP (original poster) and whoever is further down the line.

Note that the OP gets all notifications for everything that happens with their post, no matter how far down the line. A reblogged post is not alienated from the original poster, it's not "stolen", the other way around, you're adding value and popularizing it (and/or adding harassment and making OP's life hell, depending on context). Most times someone makes a post, they WANT it to be popular and spread around, so unless specifically noted otherwise, reblog away!

As for adding your own commentary to the reblogs: reblogs are a very normal, traditional and classic way to have a CONVERSATION on this website. Don't be afraid to express your opinion, argue, disagree or agree with the OP / any previous opinions in the version of the post you're reblogging. It's even considered perfectly reasonable to copypaste the previous person's tags you are seeing into the main body of the post and express your opinion on THOSE - tags are personal, but not private. It's sort of like whispering to be polite and not interrupt the main conversation, but if someone thinks your tags add value to the discussion - if only entertainment value - into the pot they go.

Tumblr is a clown website for clowns, so making fun of any part of the post above is also valid. (Unless you're being an asshole about it. Don't be an asshole about it.) As is appending a joke or a pun. If people don't like it, they don't have to reblog it. OP will probably appreciate it. Note: "I hate you" or similar in an additional reblog is a common way of expressing appreciation. (If you genuinely don't like someone's joke, you won't parade it around on your own blog. "I hate this" is, sincerely and seriously, a joke love language on this website)

Giving compliments / expressing appreciation is also an always good option. "Holy shit I love this" is a great addition to any post at any time in any context (unless the op specifically asked not to reblog etc etc). The reverse is not true - unless your criticism/disagreement is actively adding value to the public discussion, keep it to yourself or to the less public ways of engagement (more on this later). Or vagueblog about it, always a good option.

A holdover from the horrible old days of notifications clogging up your dashboard is general disapproval of "derailing" a post. If someone made a long post about their favorite Pokemon mentioning the word "stove" and you reblog it with a long monologue on your favorite stoves and the origin of the word "stove" and your personal funny story about using a stove once, it's considered "derailing". We are however no longer in the horrible old days, so derail away if you want to. That said, you can always put any and all of those free association things in the tags - that's the good manners option. Tags are not infinite length, but if you have THAT MUCH to say on the unrelated topic, you can always just make your own post!

Tags are freeform - nothing reblogged can be found in the general tumblr tags, so they only serve for organization on your own personal blog and as storage for your rants. I've seen original posts that have one line of the actual body of the post and then several paragraphs' worth of additional text in the tags. This is quirky and makes other people's lives more dificult if they want to respond, but you don't owe it to them to make it easy to respond to you. Tag away. (Note that your tags are visible to (1) your followers, (2) the OP who will receive the reblog notification along with the tags you used, (3) anyone who looks in the post's notes. Tags are quiet and polite but still public. Use your judgement)

Note that reblogging a post makes the resulting version be part of your blog same as if it were your own post. There's nothing bad about that, but again - it's somewhat high commitment. If you don't want to reblog something, you are always free to. Demanding that other people reblog your post, expressing judgement of those who don't reblog, guilt tripping people over not reblogging, are all considered bad etiquette, and are likely to result in people who would have otherwise reblogged refusing to, just so their followers won't be subjected to that. This particularly goes for artists going on rants over how their like to reblog ratio is terrible (more on this later). You are not anyone's personal advertisement agency no matter how much they wish you were unless they are literally paying you for it. Reblog away, and also don't reblog away. It's your blog, your rules.

Note also that having a blog that consists entirely of other people's reblogged posts with zero commentary or tags is a perfectly normal way of existing on this website that won't raise any eyebrows from anyone. You can even make friends by doing that and nothing else, if people whose posts you reblog choose to talk to you about it. Your blog is as much or as little of a scrapbook of other people's stuff you like as you want it to be.

And finally, there's no such thing as necroposting. If you archive dove someone's blog until you found a post from 2011 you really want to reblog with commentary, go WAY ahead and do that. If they didn't want you to, they would have deleted it. (Barely anyone does that, which is because most people don't mind and perfectly welcome the interaction, however inane. We're a very social media)

Send an ask. (username.tumblr.com/ask, or tumblr.com/new/ask/username, unless they have it disabled)

Once upon a time, there were no replies and no private messages on tumblr. The only options for interaction were reblogs, asks, and fan mail - an utterly amazing feature I kind of wish they hadn't gotten rid of, even though literally no-one misses it for its functionality. The flavor though, the flavor!

Asks are the result of the assumption that the website will consist of creators and their fanbases, and the fans can send short questions to their favorite creators that they can then deign to answer publicly for everyone to see, or privately for just that person only. (Or delete the ask and forget it ever existed). This usage actually persists for the local celebrities and microcelebrities, and their inboxes are usually as swamped as you'd expect a celebrity's inbox to be, with as little guarantee they'll ever get around to your ask in particular as you'd imagine. In the meantime, everyone else has adapted asks for more mundane, everyday use.

There are "askblogs" - blogs where pretty much all of their content is answering asks sent in. Specifically advice blogs, where your typical post is a one or two sentence long question (ask) and an essay length answer, and roleplay blogs, where your typical post is an ask of variable length with a reply from the character(s) the blog is for in comic form. There are liveblogs (liveblog blogs?), where asks are usually sent to a separate blog where an "ask screener" reads through them to filter out spoilers before passing them on to the liveblogger to answer, usually in screenshot form - basically the microcelebrity situation but with a better chance of having your ask in specific answered. There are submission-based blogs, which use the submission feature instead of the ask feature and are pretty much the only use for the submission feature on this website ever.

When it comes to regular users, an ask is what you send when you want an up-to-essay-length answer posted on their blog. (Although they can always choose to answer your privately instead, unless your ask is anonymous. And either way they can choose to never answer you at all.) Like if someone is doing theorycrafting in your favorite fandom and you want to prompt them to write up their opinion on your pet question? Asks exist for precisely that. (IRL science, US politics and the bible count as fandoms in my personal opinion)

There are ask games being passed around in reblogs. One genre is along the lines of "send me an emoji to get an answer to this question" or "send me one of these emojis to give me your opinion on me". A post like that showing up on someone's blog means they are participating in the game and hoping someone (you) sends them an ask along those rules. Sending an anonymous ask for these is perfectly acceptable, assuming the feature is enabled - many people disable it, for reasons... good, valid reasons. Sending multiple game asks to the same person at once is an excellent thing to do too (assuming the game allows for it), whether you're anonymous or not. If you reblog one of these games with the hope your own followers / mutuals (people who you follow and who also follow you) engage in it with you, good etiquette is to also send an ask participating in this game to the person you're reblogging it from, because all too often everyone hopes someone will send an ask to them but nobody actually sends an ask to someone else.

The second genre of an "ask game" is the chainmail-like positivity messages. "Answer this ask with 10 things you like and send it to 10 latest people in your notifications" or something along those lines. You are never under obligation to answer these, just leave them hanging in your inbox or delete them if you don't want to. In that vein, passing them on to someone else is generally considered a nice thing to do, whether anonymous or not. Someone thought of you, and zero pressure to go with it.

I'm classfying asks as mid-commitment, as while they won't show up on your own blog (unless you choose to reblog the other person's answer, which a lot of people do, whether to continue the conversation from there or just to archive it for their own later perusal and enjoyment / to brag to their folowers), they WILL show up on the other person's blog. Probably. Unless they choose to answer it privately or not answer at all. You know what I mean.

(I'm classifying "answering asks sent to you" under the "make your own original post" option, as it has all the same caveats and conditions. You can of course always answer non-anonymous asks privately, which has the neat feature (?) that the interaction is subsequently deleted from your own inbox to never be reviewable by you ever, and the other person will get their ask with your answer back with no "reply" button and will have to send a separate additional ask if they want to continue the conversation. Basically answering an ask in private is the "and fuck off" of tumblr social interaction. Don't read it like that if other people do it to you though, lots of people, especially tumblr oldies, don't really think of it that way and just act as if it's private messaging. Because, you know, once upon a time it was the only option for that. Yeah.)

(Also, don't harass people. Don't send death threats / threats of violence / suicide bait. Don't dox. Even if someone told you something really bad about them. It's bad form, usually lies, and mass harassment is decidedly a disproportionate response for anything you can know for sure another tumblr user actually did. There's a reason we have 2.5 actually famous people on here under their own names and the reason is everyone else got harassed off the website. Along with a lot of local microcelebrities. Most of them for no good reason / over lies. People have actually died as a result of mass harassment campaigns, too, so, just... don't, okay?)

Replies

This feature is surprisingly new - for the longest time, the only way to engage with someone else's specific post was to reblog it. Then replies appeared for special "question" posts that you had to put a question mark at the end to make, then disappeared again for a while, until finally we got the actual functional feature as it is right now.

It's still not... perfectly integrated with the rest of the website. Replies to your post will show up in your notifications along the same rules as other post interaction notifications (on any level of nesting if you're the OP, just for the people replying to your instance of the post specifically if you just reblogged it), but if they are too long they will not show up in full and you'll need to dig through the notes of the post itself to find them. Which of course include all replies to the post, regardless of level of reblog they occured at, and are sorted by witchraft and wizardry. You can't reply to a specific reply to make a thread either, to adress someone in specific you need to tag them (@username) in the text of the reply. Replying to someone else's reply on a popular post is an exercise in frustration. The feature seems designed for everyone to reply to the OP specifically, so that the OP may peruse the mass of the replies as a whole at their leisure. This is not how the replies are actually used, and they are basically a free for all. Write whatever.

A normal way to interact with replies to your post, originating from back in the days of "question" posts, is to screenshot the reply and make a new post with the screenshot and your reaction / reply to it (assuming it's longer than the one sentence of your average reply), and tag the person you're replying to. (Unless you're dragging them / their opinion / their phrasing, in which case it would be polite to not tag them and also crop their username out of the screenshot or black it out. The same old don't be an asshole rule)

This feature is also, in my estimation, mid commitment. Your reply will be accessible on another person's post, but usually fairly buried, whether under an avalanche of other replies or due to the post's obscurity. Note though that unlike a post, you cannot delete a reply you've made (tumblr is a functional website :) ), meaning if you say something particularly stupid the only way to dissociate yourself from it is to delete your account. Which, to be clear, is normally a gross overreaction to leaving a stupid reply somewhere, because literally nobody cares. Stil, it's an Indelible Mark you're publicly leaving on the internet landscape. Can't leave anonymous replies either. Truly tragic.

Personal messages.

I believe there are multiple options people can set for privacy for who can send them these. For most people, if you follow them, you can message them. Just say hi! Compliment them! Share a fun fact! Start a conversation! Most people will appreciate it, even if they will first leave you on read for a couple of months because that's how often they check their inbox, oops.

Personal messages are decidedly NOT integrated with the rest of the website's functionality, which is really the main attraction. The only way to publicize a private messages conversation with someone is to take screenshots and post them, same as if you were using a different app entirely. (Incidentally, don't do that unless you have permission or a really, really good reason. Asshole rule etc)

You will sometimes get spambots in your personal messages. You can easily identify them by features such as: wanting you to go to another website, wanting you to buy something, offering you money for something, offering to have virtual sex with you. Don't act like that, and you won't get blocked and reported by other users!

Personal messages are... mid to low commitment. No-one but you and the person you're talking to will ever know (unless they choose to tell other people, but that's any interaction with another person ever), but you also can't delete personal messages, because tumblr is a functional website :) and personal messages are a relatively new feature. Seriously, we used to use FANMAIL to communicate. Fan fucking mail.

Likes.

Okay, real talk. You will see a lot of posts going around saying "likes don't do anything", "likes only upset people" and so on. Absolutely do not take those as a serious guide on whether to like other people's posts. (Well, maybe as a guide on whether to like THOSE SPECIFIC PEOPLE's posts. Not everyone else's.)

A "like" is a way to communicate to the poster (the OP and the person whose reblog of the post you're viewing, if the post is a reblog, which most posts on this website are) that you: (1) agree with them / the latest stated opinion in the reblog chain; (2) appreciate this post's presence on your dashboard / in the tag; (3) really like the thing they made; (4) are happy for them / sorry that happened and sending positive vibes their way. People whose reaction to being told this information is "if you like what I made you should advertise it on your own blog" or "this is clearly a passive aggressive message that my content is not good enough to share" need to log off tumblr and either go touch grass or start an instagram account or something. They are also a VERY SMALL minority. When seeing a stranger's post, the reasonable default assumption is that they will take a like as the positive message it is - someone took the time out of their day to put a little red heart on their post! - and be happy about it.

Likes are a very minimal commitment way to participate in the general tumblr discourse melting pot. You don't need to put anything on your blog, or say a single word to another person. Just decide what you like and what you don't, and send little positive affirmations to the former while ignoring the latter.

You can also access posts you liked later, meaning likes can also function as a personal archive of posts you want to be able to find later, if you don't want to use your blog for that.

And finally, an important function likes serve that cannot be overlooked is differentiating yourself from a spambot. Spambots are a constant cursed presence, and people generally snipe them on sight (block and report). And one easy way to tell a person from a spambot is that a spambot follows you out of nowhere and does not interact with your posts in any way (maybe reblogs something at some point to make their blog look like it's real). A person, on the other hand, generally follows you because they like some of your posts... which until the recent surge of stupidity, would generally be visible in your notifications via a string of liked posts before, around or after the follow notification. Distinguish yourself from a spambot by also doing that! In my observations, an average like:reblog ratio for posts and for individual followers is about 10:1. That's average, mind you, you have every right to reblog nothing or reblog everything.

(In my personal opinion, it's reblogs without a like that come across as somewhat hostile... but in the recent climate, one has to assume that people don't mean it like that are just took the 'how dare people interact with me without promoting me' moaning seriously)

Voting in polls.

The absolute newest thing to happen on this blue hellsite, and THE lowest commitment you can possibly have. It doesn't require you to write words AND is anonymous. No-one will ever know. But you DO need to make an account, so... still in some ways more commitment than sending an anonymous ask? Judge for yourself!

And please, for the love of god, like the posts you like.

[snailfen]

(regarding the five pebbles and seven red suns ship) i feel like when it comes to the iterators either interpretation could be valid?? like some people interpret them as friends, some interpret them as family

like, lttm says "one of [pebble's] friends" when talking about suns, and then suns themselves says (paraphrasing a bit) "as a long time friend" on the pearl they send to him

in regards to the ancients calling themselves the iterators parents, i always felt like it was akin to the way some religious people say that everyone is a children of [insert god here] or something, like a metaphor

sorry for the anon jumpscare i'm a bit nervous, the last thing i want is to be called a pr/shitter- i just personally have always interpreted them as friends

no no youre good cus im not looking to cause shit myself! im just confused. if anything i was nervous to ask anything cus ive heard some people in the rw discord are quick to dispute this whenever its brought up about shipping the two and as someone whos been around fandom for a long time thats a preeeetty bad sign.

also same here abt seeing suns and pebs as just friends, its just that now that ive returned to rw a few years later and looked into the lore pearls again that i think its implied that iterators would see eachother as somewhat related perhaps?

i didnt think about the iterators being considered like "children of (godlike figure)" but in hindsight, thats also a possibility. In the lore pearl that this is brought up they also say that five pebbles is "their gift to the world" or something like that, and that seems to fit with that theme as well...

and yeah, when it comes to all forms of art, no interpretation is truly wrong. i think the main point that bothers me aside from the possibly siblings stuff is i feel like this isnt what people should be getting out of the iterators plotline? like shipping is fun. it is for fun. im not gonna go after people for that! but i also feel like people should be taking a step back and appreciating the characters for what they are and not for what they could be. if that makes sense?

about your second point, i have something to say about that but its MAJOR downpour spoilers, specifically for the rivulet and the spearmaster campaigns so im just gonna put it under a readmore

in the rivulets campaign, when asking the rivulet to do one last thing for him, pebbles calls moon "an old friend" himself (in fact thats what the achievement for finishing rivulet is called). moon very explicitly sees pebbles as a younger brother and expresses this at the end of the campaign. and in the spearmasters campaign theres those satellite things that show iterator logs when touched, and we get to see 2 iterators (from what i assume to be a neighboring group) gossiping about pebs, one of them brings up the fact that pebs was built near moon and the other asks "Isn't she his senior enough to the point where she calls herself 'Big Sis Moon'?". Its much more explicit that moon views her group as her younger siblings but pebs still calls her an old friend of his regardless!

last of all, someone said this in the tags of my post but looking at the lore pearl convo between pebbles and suns as well as the one between suns and wind really gives suns the impression of an older sibling, at least it does to me. also, back to those satellites in the spearmasters campaign, suns says that pebbles always looked up to them and they never took that lightly. srs is someone pebbles considers close because he looks up to him!

Their dynamic is something interesting to me now bc of downpour and im all about bullshitting and reading into things a little bit more for ships, but looking at SRS and FP.... how do i describe it. i dont really feel like theres SPACE for shipping in this case? like it wouldnt be necessarily invalid but its kinda missing the Point of the spearmasters campaign i feel. infact i feel like this is the only reason people see seven red suns as male despite none of the other iterators having specified genders (unless the dlc confirmed a gender for suns, then i missed that). anyways this last paragraph is just me rambling oops

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I just got jumpscared by your url on the fandom (mcyt) side of my dash because apparently this is now an art promt:

(The Foto looks blurry to me, if it is I’m sorry!) (this is actually my first time adding a foto to anything) (I will stop rambling now😅) (the Post)

Ooohh - I didn't know that was a thing! (Also, I admit I also don't know anything about the fandom or the characters but that's part of why the post is so fun for me - there are so many people putting characters in the tags and I don't know who any of these people are, but so many pop up again and again.)

- The blurry thing is normal, don't worry about it! It's a filter in case people send others things of the...nastier or nuder persuasion, so the recipient can decide whether to trust and click or not. It goes away when you post it!

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

WHY THE HELL DO I CHOSE THE WORST TIMES TO BE CRAZY ABOUT SHIT

for the past 2 ish hours I have been going down a rabbit hole of random Verbal Equinox stuff on YouTube and now it’s all I can think about and it super fucking weird because I’m also going through a phase where I’m thinking about in case I make it a lot and the difference is so fucking weird because you have a song with a name like lockers and then euthanasia jumpscare then booom more drugs and shit. I think I found wills real name. Apparently he fucked a goose when he was two and now Jon is here /j. Mario is Jon Jon is Mario. They recorded my favorite part of the crazy one that starts with a B in a basement and Mario recorded it and it was actually really funny I liked it but I kind of feel bad for watching it. Because I know it was a while ago and there was a lot of not great stuff happening and oh god. I feel bad for laughing. I don’t know lol. Cheska is a pretty name. Not putting this in any main tags. Is it bad that I feel weird putting something related to a band that is not wwatt in the ww tag cuz like idk. I also found Mario old tumblr from like 2014 and almost all the notes were potatoesaaaa there is no peice of ww related content they haven’t seen

I just

fuuuuhuuhuuhk

I HAVE TO BE UP AT 5:45

ITS 11:30