#constance pack

[echofades]

Hannah Taylor & Shira Bolitar | HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER

[jaimthegr8]

Noel: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Constance: Why?

Noel: Ricky fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Ocean: Mischa doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just throws salt at them and yells “DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

[resovrceful]

— CONSTANCE ZIMMER in UNREAL SEASON TWO (eps. 01 - 05)

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About: CONSTANCE ZIMMER was born in 1970, is FEMALE and is WHITE. Please cast her accordingly. Gifs Feature: BJ Britt, Craig Bierko, Ioan Gruffudd, Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman, Gentry White, Shiri Appleby. Warnings/Triggers/Other: drinking, flashing lights, kissing.

[ask-the-cyclone]

Soooo other than the competition, what are y'all planning on doing in Manitoba?

..Also I hope you guys packed a lot of activities and snacks, seems like a long trip-

-🌌(yes, me again lol)

(Aaaaa thank you so much for asking all of these questions! I wasn’t sure anyone was going to find this account at first!)

We made it through the trip alive!! At least, most of the way…

I’m going to need a lot of caffeine before I am willing to talk to anyone. Especially Ocean.

What is your problem?! Aren’t I your best friend?

Sure you are. You’re also a pain in my ass.

[Well, Penny, Mischa and I want to explore the stores and shops in the area around where the competition is taking place]

Yes, yes. We want to find matching hoodies for everyone, in a gift shop.

That’s a terrible idea.

I happened to come up with that idea!

Sorry Constance, I meant what I said.

No he doesn’t! Noel doesn’t mean anything until he’s fully conscious

Anyway… I think the plan is just to explore the area we’re staying in, and find matching sweatshirts!

We are NOT DOING THAT

Ricky and I also packed a whole bunch of card and board games to play, and I think Mischa and Noel were in charge of movies

If you’ll excuse us, we need to find Noel some coffee…

(For context, Constance is Oceans best friend, and vice versa, but Noel and Ocean are also best friends. It’s a whole thing in my brain)

[narabea06]

" CONSTANCE , I SWEAR TO GOD , WE'RE LIVE IN FRONT OF 500 PEOPLE - "

" Does it look like I care ? "

[ana-makes]

— constance wu gif pack (repost)

*:･ﾟ✧*  ana/cluelessgifs reposts her gifs because she accidentally deleted her gif blog wooop. in the SOURCE LINK, you’ll find #71 gifs of CONSTANCE WU in CRAZY RICH ASIANS (2018) in a GOOGLE DRIVE FOLDER. please like or reblog if using. cropping/editing is okay for personal use, but please don't add to gif hunts. credit's not necessary, but appreciated; just please don't claim as your own. enjoy!!

[you-are-constance]

i need to like. pack. for the vacation I'm going on. tomorrow.

[asunflowerana]

07:15 AM — Miya Atsumu

summary: you have plans with your family, but your clingy husband thinks otherwise.

The chip of birds visiting the orange trees outside gently awakens you. With your eyelids half open, you can see them through the bedroom window, the sun’s rays helping to clear the vision. You smile as you spot two brown ones with yellow bellies, chirping at each other as if in casual conversation.

You have been waiting for this Saturday. With your sister-in-law’s help, you finally set up a family picnic in the cherry tree square for today, accompanied by your husbands. It’s been a while since you last saw them, and now that you and Atsumu have returned from a vacation trip, it’s the ideal time to rejoin.

Tsumu tried to pretend he didn’t miss his brother, but everybody knows he’s the neediest twin. You even had to cook an onigiri in the middle of the Bahamas, just to quit his whines about the spicy food.

Now thinking of food, you remember you still need to pack the picnic basket. Knowing Osamu, he’ll bring a lot of homemade food — you’re already salivating with the thought —, but you still want to contribute with some snacks and drinks. Maybe bring a cool lemonade and mini croissants from the bakery across the street. Tsumu loves the bread there, especially those stuffed with cream cheese and ham.

You slowly lift your torso, supported by your elbows as you try to check out the time on the nightstand's clock. 07:00 AM. Alright, you now have fifty minutes to pack things, take a shower, get ready, and wake up your sleepyhead husband.

 Let's do this.

“No.” A pair of strong, familiar arms tighten around your middle, preventing you from leaving further.“Go back to sleep.”

There he is. Looking like a sleepy child, your husband snuggles into you, pressing his nose on the back of your neck. You can feel his calm breathing hitting your shoulder, and by the constancy, he’ll end up falling asleep soon again.

It’s amuzing how, even unconscious, he misses your presence.

His bear hold at least allows you to turn your body in his direction, facing the man you grow to love each day that passes by. You adore every single detail of him: his chubby cheeks pressed again the pillow, his disheveled blond hair, his thick eyebrows that look adorable when he frowns or raises in awe, and even his half-open mouth, a gap for the drool that slowly comes out of it.

Honestly, you could admire him for the rest of the day. 

But you need to go.

“Tsumu…” You murmur, pressing a kiss on his nose. “We need to get up, baby.”

He whines, tucking his head into the valley of your neck without breaking his grip on your body. You chuckle in response, preparing yourself to deal with his childish side. 

Sof lips are pressed into your skin. “No, we don’t.”

You sigh, hands making a path toward his scalp, and you start kneading his locks. “Yes, we do. We have a picnic with Samu and his wife today, remember?”

“Let’s ditch.”

You giggle at his proposal, and he raises his head to face you with a lazy smirk. Atsumu loves to make you giggle.

“G'mornin .” He mumbles flirty, getting closer to join your lips in a slow kiss, his warm hands caressing around the length of your back. There’s nothing better than a good morning kiss to start the day, that’s what he always says.

“Mornin’ baby.” You peck his lips one more time before parting, and he gazes at you with so much love, that you wonder if you’ve ever seen someone look like that to their partner. You lower your hand to caress his face, making him close his eyes in delight, leaning into your touch to enjoy the most of this heavenly feeling.

But his pleasure doesn't last long.

“Now, how about we get ready for the day?”

“Why do we have to go?” He complains with a frown paired with a small pout, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Because we haven’t seen them in a long time, baby. Don’t you wanna see your brother?”

“We’ve seen each other before, one more day won’t hurt anyone.” He protests, holding you closer and catching your lips in a stolen peck. “I want to be with you.”

“But we already spend every day together.” You counter.

“And that’s why I married ya. Now, can ya please let me enjoy my wife in peace?”

You can't hold back your laughter, not believing the husband you got, but accepting your defeat nonetheless, there’s no way you can beat Atsumu when he's like that.

And it's not that bad. Your original plan may be ruined, but in the end, you definitely won’t regret spending more time in your husband’s arms.

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[twinqq]

"thorin has decided to stay with bilbo in shire" "bilbo has decided to stay with thorin in erebor" okay now listen. hear me out. it's both.

their homes is so important to both of them, because a huge part of bilbo's motivation to help dwarves on their quest is that bilbo loves his home dearly and wants for the company to have a home, too, and thorin's entire character is built around erebor.

so after the battle of five armies bilbo stays in the erebor for a bit, to help here and there, to see how the weight lifts of his friends' shoulders and they are happier than ever, to watch over wounded thorin and talk to him about a lot of things, and, when thorin is fully healed and he's on the throne again, he says his goodbyes to everyone, kiss thorin farewell (gently, in the forehead (thorin, the great and almighty king under the mountain, is bowing down for the little hobbit), while stroking his hair) and goes back to the shire.

they are writing letters to each other all the time. thorin has memorized every little curve of bilbo's handwriting, while he carefully read through shire's gossip and pies recepies and so, so many love words. bilbo learns a bit of khuzdul and everything about how's erebor restoration is going. thorin's letters is full of marks and word crossed out to the point where they cannot be seen (bilbo knows, that the words are "i miss you")

more importantly, every once in a while bilbo pack his things, hangs the "gone to visit a friend" sign and goes to erebor. he has a status of a king's quest and gold jewelry in his hair. he teaches dwarves new recepies, and works in a garden he planted, and feasts with his friends, and also provides helpful advice on the council meetings he attends. he's with thorin every second he can do so.

at some point he starts to bring frodo with him, and every member of the company adores him (even dwalin. especially dwalin, even he's not showing it.). thorin teaches him how to use a sword, listens to his rants about everything, and, if some dwarves catch their king on his throne entirely unmoving because some hobbit kid has fell asleep by his side, well, it's not like there haven't been rumors.

and, every once in a while, thorin is declaring that he is going on a hunt, or a travel to foreign lands, or something like that, and will take only his closest men with him, and slips away to the shire. company parts ways with him somewhere on the road, and thorin quietly arrives in bag end. guess who's changing in clothes that bilbo altered specially for thorin because no, you won't go to the market fully armoured, and is learning how to make pastry and how to choose vegetables on the market, and is helping with routine tasks like carrying heavy pumpkins and scooping them, and is also fixing broken cart or door or shutter because yes, he may be a king, but he's also a skilled craftsman. yep, you've guessed it.

thorin also sometimes helps bilbo's neighbors on occasion, and their fear changes to curiosity (oh, who's this very quiet and stoic dwarf who lives with you, mister baggins?)

also he's carving toys and little trinkets that go either to bilbo's shelves or to shire's children. also frodo is radiating with happiness every time uncle thorin is visiting bag end. also thorin gets to see how the acorn bilbo planted in his garden grows into beautiful oak.

in erebor bilbo can break out of the constancy that sometimes oppresses him, and in bag end thorin can be domestic, soft and vulnerable. but what's more important is that they are together, and they are home.

they are like hades and persephone folks...

[melissaleftenright]

Ride the Cyclone: In defense of Uranium Suite

"Ride the Cyclone" is a musical about death, and love, and choices.

Writing is also about death, and love, and most of all, choices.

One significant (publicly visible) choice in the writing of "Ride the Cyclone" was in the opening ensemble number. The show has had a few as its worked through the refining process.

(Theatre is never really done - its created every night, in front of the audience. But this is about the writing.)

The two most well known opening ensemble numbers, as far as I'm aware, are "Fall Fair Suite" and "Uranium Suite". FFS appeared in one of the most popular productions (and bootlegs), while US appeared on the soundtrack and productions going forward.

Online, I've seen a lot of folks prefer FFS. And its a great number! I really like it, and I wish it was included on the soundtrack as a bonus track. (Shout out to "Be Safe, Be Good" and "A World Inside" - I love both of them)

But I think "Uranium Suite" better fits the show, the characters, and the journey of it all. (Naturally, spoilers for the entirety of "Ride the Cyclone" below.)

Most of the characters want to escape Uranium:

Ocean wants to be the first female Prime Minister of Canada (which would take her to Ottawa)

Noel wants to move to France (and travel in time)

Mischa wants to return to Ukraine

Ricky wants to embrace his destiny as the savior of Zolar

Constance reminds them all about the beautiful things they experienced in their lives, and in Uranium. And this is where the show ends - with them appreciating each other, and their experiences of their short lives - including the joy they felt on the Cyclone before the accident.

"Fall Fair Suite" has a lot of bitterness about their deaths, and the things they did or didn't do. "What a load of freaking junk!" "Dead, we're done! There's no undoing! // Nothing left to do except to rot!" "Algebra 12, kiss my ass!" "How can this be fair?!"

"Uranium Suite" is all about Uranium City - it starts in the actual choral performance, with all the cheesy love and endearment you would expect from a high school choir teacher. But then it shifts to the crash - but its also about the failing state of Uranium City. "The smart ones all packed up and went" "Empty streets of empty shops // shuttered rows of Mom and Pops" "Build yourself a funeral pyre" "We'll never leave this town alive".

Constance is the one who takes them to her Sugar Cloud - and ultimately, this is the comfort that allows them to send Penny Lamb on her way and face the unknown of what comes next.

[thekims4]

Preppy Style Lookbook #4

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

Petite Outfit (Jacket) @busra-tr

Bomber Jacket @korkassims

Clothing - Bottom

Pleated Skirt @eunosims

Clothing - Fullbody

Bonnie's Outfit Clothes @mmsims

Thom Necktie Cardigan Set @soboro-sims

NAYEON Collection @eunosims

Oversized Sweater Dress w Shirt @darknighttsims

Acc

Thick Headband @lin-dian

Deep Blue Sunglasses @luminescent-cc

Croll Necklace @enriques4

Intimate Necklace @christopher067

Akira Watch @caio-cc

Motive Rings @christopher067

Burn Book @seoulsoul-sims

Cigarette V2 @onebillionpixels

My Phone! @ssiat

Balenciaga Emo Bucket Bag @bergdorfverse

Gucci Horsebit Bag @sakssims

Hermes Constance Bag @bergdorfverse

Prada Re-Edition 2000 Mini Bag by Murphy-Sims

Valentino One Stud Nappa Bag @bergdorfverse

Classic Tights @magic-bot

Wrinkled Socks @eunosims

Shoes

Double-Strap Mary Jane 02 @jius-sims

Shoes Pack 36 @arltos

Pose

@chewybutterfly @helgatisha Hongzo @nerinsims @roselipaofficial @siimplysims @ssiat

[resovrceful]

— CONSTANCE ZIMMER in UNREAL SEASON TWO (eps. 06 - 10)

By clicking the source link, you will find #644 (#1327 total) gifs of CONSTANCE ZIMMER as ‘QUINN KING’ in UNREAL, SEASON TWO. All gifs were hand made with love by me, @resovrceful​ , are all sized 268x151, and are all within tumblr’s maximum limit. 

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About: CONSTANCE ZIMMER was born in 1970, is FEMALE and is WHITE. Please cast her accordingly. Gifs Feature: BJ Britt, Craig Bierko, Ioan Gruffudd, Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman, Gentry White, Shiri Appleby. Warnings/Triggers/Other: drinking, flashing lights, kissing.

[2mny-glockis]

Say that you love me >ᵥ_ᵥ<

Delusional!Eren Yeager x Black fem reader

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You met Eren at a small gathering that he and his friends were having at Connies house. You and Connie are really good friends! You were basically the reason why both him and Sasha graduated high school. Without the INTENSE studying you put them through, they would’ve been on the streets taking about sum. “Spare change??” Basically they are both really great full for you.

Constance🤓☝️:

Oh so we are just ALLERGIC to being on time huh?😒

Y/n 🩷:

IM SORRY IM COMING RN😭

Constance🤓☝️:

Ok but while ur out can you buy snacks🙏A few of my friends came over!!

Y/n 🩷:

Not you looking at other hoes 🤨 I thought I was your one and only what happened 😒 (also sure which ones??)

Constance🤓☝️:

At least my Hoes can come to my house on time🤓(takis, skittles and m&ms)

Y/n 🩷:

Kk I’m coming 😋

You smile at your phone as you walk to the nearest convenience store, the screen casting a soft glow on your face. Looking through all the shelves, you grab a bag of Takis, a pack of Skittles, and some M&Ms, along with a few other items for yourself. "Thank you, come again," said the cashier as you exited the store, the automatic door swishing closed behind you. With your purchases in hand, you make your way to Connie's house.

‘There are a lot of cars here,’ you remark, scanning the array of vehicles parked in his driveway, noticing some more expensive than others. ‘I didn’t know some of his friends had money like that,’you say with a shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. As you made your way to his door you began to hear loud music coming from his house. It didn’t take a long time for the door to open, but instead of Connie or even Sasha opening the door. It was someone unrecognizable to you.

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The green-eyed man who stood before you didn't utter a word when he opened the door. He appeared to be in some sort of trance, or perhaps he was starstruck. "Umm, hi?" you waved, trying to break the silence. He blinked in response. "Hey..." his mouth moved, but no words came out, leaving you puzzled. "I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. "I'm a friend of Connie and Sasha," you continued, now smiling warmly at him. "Oh, it's nice to meet you, (Y/N)," he finally managed a smile. "I'm Eren, by the way," he added, extending his hand. You reciprocated, shaking his hand with a gentle grip.

…

"So..." you begin, a hint of flirtation in your tone. "Are you gonna let me in, Eren?" You say his name with a playful lilt, noticing the pinkish blush that forms on both his cheeks and ears. "Oh, yeah, c-come in," he stammers, quickly stepping aside to allow you to enter through the door. As you walk past him, he locks it behind you, the click of the lock echoing in the hallway.

"Oh, look who finally decided to show herself!" you hear the moment you step into the living room. Inside, Connie, Sasha, and a few other people are gathered. Eren stood at the entrance of the living room. "Y/N! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMING?!" Sasha exclaims, rushing towards you and enveloping you in a tight hug, swishing you from side to side. "Hi, Sasha," you sign once she lets you go, a smile spreading across your face at her enthusiastic greeting.

"Oh, guys," Sasha says, turning towards the people sitting on the couch. "This is (Y/N)! She's a friend of mine and Connie's from high school!" She grins, excitement evident in her voice. You wave and offer a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you all," you greet warmly.

As everyone introduced themselves to you, Eren discreetly signaled Connie to come over to him. "Why is she here?" he whispered, his tone tinged with curiosity and perhaps a hint of skepticism. "Why don't you like her?" he asked, clearly puzzled by Eren's reaction. "No, no, that's not it..." Eren began, his gaze shifting towards you. You were smiling warmly, your presence seeming to brighten the room. In his opinion, you had a really cute smile. The same pink blush that had arisen on his cheeks when he first saw you was now resurfacing. Connie couldn't help but notice this subtle change in Eren's demeanor, his eyes flickering between his friend and you.

"She's pretty," he remarked, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Ooooo! You've got a crush!" Connie teased, patting Eren on the shoulder, his laughter bubbling up. Eren shot him a sideways glance, his expression a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered under his breath, causing Connie to back off, realizing he may have crossed a line.

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This was just one of the many interactions you've had with Eren. You've encountered him at parties, hangouts, and even at the cafe where you like to chill. In each of these encounters, you've had the opportunity to learn more about him, and likewise, he's gotten to know you better too. With each passing interaction, Eren found himself growing increasingly fond of you. Your presence seemed to brighten his day, and he couldn't help but look forward to the next time he would see you.

His friends started to notice this too. Every time they would make plans, the first question on his lips was always, "Is (Y/N) coming?". They couldn't help but observe how his eyes would light up whenever the answer was yes. They also noticed a subtle yet distinct change in his clothes when preparing for these plans. Not that he didn't put effort into his appearance before, but now there was a newfound determination in his choice of outfits.

"You look good!" Armin complimented as they both got ready for the party. Eren smiled, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Thanks," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "(Y/N) said she liked guys that dressed like this." The mention of your name seemed to motivate him even more, as if he was striving to impress you with every choice he made.

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"Who you texting?" Sasha sang, peering at Eren's phone with curiosity. "(Y/N)," Eren replied with a smile, his fingers dancing across the screen as he continued to type out a message to you. The room fell into a momentary silence as everyone exchanged glances, amused by Eren's fondness for you. Suddenly, Eren looked up from his phone, a question on his lips.

“Do you guys think she wants me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Laughter erupted from everyone in the room, catching Eren off guard. He furrowed his brows in confusion, wondering what was so amusing about his question."Woman really do change men, because Eren, what!?!?!" Jean exclaimed between laughs.

Eren sat up straight, determined to make his case. "Okay, but hear me out for a minute," he insisted, his tone earnest.The room quieted down as everyone leaned in, curious to hear what Eren had to say.

"Yesterday," Eren began, excitement lacing his words, "we were watching a movie, and in the middle of it..." he trailed off, a grin spreading across his face as he recalled the moment. "She leaned onto me and, like, put her arms around my arm, and started rubbing it really gently" he recounted, his pride evident in his voice.

Ymir glanced at Historia, who was sitting beside her, and couldn't help but comment, "This man is whipped," prompting laughter from everyone, including Eren, though his was more of a 'okay but listen!' kind of laugh. "I just think she's cute!" Eren protested, attempting to deflect the teasing from his friends.

"Okay, but we've seen girls you thought were cute," Mikasa chimed in, wiping away a small tear of laughter from her eye. "And you," she pointed at Eren, "would always go up to them and start chatting up a storm. But now with (y/n) you're over here asking, 'does she want me?'"

As Mikasa's laughter subsided, a somewhat serious tone crept into her voice. "You love her, Eren," And she was right. He did love you. Every time he saw you, he felt a surge of happiness. You made him happy, and he adored you for that. It was undeniable.

He liked to imagine that you felt the same way about him, but deep down, even if he discovered that you didn't, his love for you wouldn't change. He loved you, wholeheartedly, and he was willing to do whatever it took to be with you. All he wanted was for you to reciprocate his feelings, to give him some love in return. That was all he wished for, to share his love with you and to bask in the warmth of yours. Give this man some love fr :(

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>ᵥ_ᵥ<: idk if I like this or not fr.

Dividers: @ioveartfilm

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧

paring: alive!tate langdon x ghost!fem!reader

cw: angst, dead dove do not eat, vague mentions of school shootings, slight use of cocaine, fluff at the end

faye’s notes: hey, hello, hi !! so, i wanted to apologize for how fucking sloppy this shit is. i had this idea in my head, and i hate my inconsistent schedule. this is also an au where the langdon family moved to murder house like a year ago. (there are some references to ‘In My Room’ by ICP as well). sorry for the currently confusion and inconsistencies. anyways, enjoy, and i love you as always. thank you for the continued support !!

"i’m almost done,” Tate sighed, fixing his black trench coat. You’d known Tate for a little while, meaning you knew that today was the day. The ‘Noble War’, where Tate would send people to a ‘better place’. You thought Tate would be normal. But how wrong you were.

You'd been watching him since the day he moved in with his family. The house had been vacant since he had come. Well, since your murder. You'd give him small signs as to where your body was, as to where that rotting, vile, perhaps even lingering smell was coming from. But you’d always watch Constance spray the house up and down with air fresheners, seemingly avoiding your rotting body that was scattered beneath floorboards.

“Tate—,“ You sigh in a slightly exasperated manner, watching him shove books, VHS tapes and cassettes out of the way, scouring his bookshelf for his hidden stash of cocaine.

Tate took some from the small jar, tapping it onto the wood of his desk, which was currently covered in books and gun cleaning supplies. He sat down, cutting it anxiously with a razor blade. His hands shook, making sure the practically microscopic, white crystals were crushed up well enough to snort.

“You’re really gonna do this..?” You mumble pleadingly, looking down at the back of his head with a blank, tired stare as you stood behind him.

You placed your cold hands on his shoulders, fingertips digging into his coat as his head was angled down close to his desk. You watch as Tate pressed a finger tip to one nostril, inhaling the cocaine sharply into his lungs. Tate let out a strangled cough, leaning back in his chair.

You ran your fingers gently through his greasy, dirty blonde hair. He showered every day, you knew, you watched him. So how was his hair constantly like this? It never made sense. You shook your head softly, pulling yourself out of your own head, which was mostly empty anyways.

Your eyes follow Tate as he slowly looked over towards his bed. He stood up, storming over to his bed. Your hands quickly fell from his shoulders, back to your sides as Tate loaded his guns into a duffel bag. He started out his doorway before turning back.

“I love you..” He said softly, his voice slightly above a whisper. Tate’s hands cupped your cheeks gently, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips chapped and splitting.

It had been about 8 hours since Tate left for school. Currently his room was packed with SWAT officers, blocking off his door. Tate was dressed in all black, stood up straight, his index finger in the shape of a gun to his temple. He pretended to pull the trigger with a soft mimic of a gunshot.

Your eyes flick over his face, tears of terror in your eyes as you stood in the dark corner of his room. His face was covered in what looked to be extremely painful scratches, his eyes glazed with choked back tears. He wanted to look strong. You walk over to him, knowing he was the only one that could see you.

“Oh, you’ll be alright…You’ll be okay…” You purr, your hands on the sides of his face.Tate’s dark irises flicked down to you for a solid second before looking back up to the men that were about to kill him.

When he finally reached for his gun, shots were fired. His body jerked with each bullet that passed through his flesh, instantly falling to the ground when the shooting was complete.

He laid on the wood floor, your apparition perched next to him. You shifted behind him, tears flowing freely down your face as you pulled his upper body against your legs. You wanted to hold him while he went. To comfort him like no one comforted you when your life was taken. You stroked his hair, your fingers making small circles on his scalp.

“Why’d you do it?!” An officer barked at him from above. Tate looked up, the life draining from his eyes as he started sputtering some incoherent, soft nonsense. He tilted his head weakly to look up at you before that little, minuscule light in his eyes finally faded…Good thing he died on the property,

You spooned Tate’s body, your hand enclosed in his, which was held to his chest. He was scared, you could tell. He probably didn’t even know he was dead. Sometimes that’s how it worked with the dead.

“You feel better?” You ask in a soft-spoken manner. Tate nods, feeling you cuddle closer against him.

“I missed you, though…I hate that you leave when the lights come on,” Tate whispers, his grip on your hand tightening tenfold. “and if I had it my way, the fuckin’ sun would be gone..”

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[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇ adorable/adorable. ae/aer. angel/angel. anger/anger. antique/antique. app/apparition. bell/bell. berry/berry. berserk/berserk. bjd/bjd. bla/black. blank/blank. bliding/bliding. blue/blue. blush/blush. bug/bug. button/button. cake/cake. car/carcasse. cheer/cheer. cloth/cloth. coffin/coffin. control/control. coo/croon. cor/cor. cor/corrupt. core/core. corpse/corpse. coy/coy. crack/cracked. cracked/cracked. cre/creepy. creep/creepy. cu/curse. cu/cute. curse/curse. cute/cute. da/dark. de4/de4d. de/dear. de/demure. dea/dead. dead/dead. dead/death. dear/dear. death/death. decay/decay. delica/delicate. delicate/delicate. demon/demon. despair/despair. dirt/dirty. do/doll. doll/doll. doll/dolly. dolly/dolly. dread/dread. dress/dressup. dress/up. d♡ll/d♡ll. eer/eeerie. elegant/elegant. en/energy. end/end. evil/evil. eye/eye. fabric/fabric. fae/fae. fi/figure. fig/figure. figurine/figurine. flower/flower. fragile/fragile. frail/frail. friendly/friendly. frill/frill. fury/fury. gho/ghost. glass/glass. glo/gloomy. gore/gore. grave/grave. grief/grief. grim/grimm. grime/grime. gru/grudge. ha/haunt. happy/happy. haun/haunt. hx/hxm. h♡/h♡m. it/it. joint/joint. joint/jointed. joy/joy. ke/ker. kew/kewpie. kill/kill. kor/kor. kor/korrupt. la/lace. lace/lace. lae/lace. lo/love. lo/loved. lolita/lolita. love/love. mad/mad. mae/mae. mari/marionette. marionette/marionette. me/meek. mi/mier. mim/mimic. model/model. morbid/morbid. mu/mutter. mur/murmur. nap/nap. null/null. ny/nym. patch/patch. phan/phantom. pink/pink. pitter/patter. plastic/plastic. play/play. play/playtime. play/time. plush/plush. plush/plushie. por/porcelain. porce/porcelain. porcel/porcelain. porcela/porcelain. porcelain/porcelain. pose/pose. pose/posed. possess/possessed. pup/puppet. puppet/puppet. rea/reality. rest/rest. reven/revenge. rib/ribbon. ribbon/ribbon. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. seem/seem. sew/sew. sew/sewn. shi/shift. shi/shiver. shx/hxr. sh♡/h♡r. sie/sier. silk/silk. slee/sleep. sleep/sleep. smile/smile. snap/snapped. sneak/sneak. soft/soft. sou/soul. spi/spider. spi/spirit. spo/spook. spook/spook. sta/stalk. sta/stare. statue/statue. sti/string. stitch/stitch. string/string. sweet/heart. sweet/sweet. sweet/sweetdolls sweetie/sweetie. ta/tap. te/teer. tea/teatime. teeth/teeth. thre/thread. thread/thread. thxy/thxm. th♡y/th♡m. ti/timid. to/toy. toy/toy. toy/toytime. trick/trick. un/canny. unca/uncanny. ve/ver. vey/vem. vi/vr. vintage/vintage. vomit/vomit. wan/wander. watch/watch. whi/whisper. white/white. wilt/wilt. wood/wood. wrath/wrath. yarn/yarn. zzz/zzz. ♡/♡. ⚰️ . 🍨 . 🛌 . 🛏️ . 🥀 . 🧸 .

[toskarin]

To celebrate Bandcamp Friday, I've updated both of my tabletop soundtrack packs, OMEN/CONSTANCE and NOMAD/VIRTUE

In a nice little twist of fate, both albums now have a similar runtime, clocking in at just over an hour each! I'm honestly just as surprised as anyone else is

Whether you're diving into the writhing abyss where eyed-things dare not crawl or warming your hands with the fire surging from your rival's overclocked heatblade, Ri47 Heavy Industries is proud to soundtrack your most memorable adventures

As is tradition, I've also knocked a little bit off of both albums' price tags. If you already own either album, you already own both of these updates for free

So what's on the menu? Check below the break!

[Featured Track: Primordial Leviathans and the Vanishing Shore]

OMEN/CONSTANCE: Update 1 takes your table into places far from the light of the sun, featuring three new songs and two new ambient worldscapes themed around pelagic horror and the cruel tide.

With the authentic sounds of survival horror at your side, let the unspeakable sea erode the walls of a normal life, leaving nothing but the smell of salt and bygone rot in its many-mouthed wake.

Whether you would uncover secrets that ought to have been left beneath their shrouds or cling desperately to the side of some great and horrible truth, let OMEN/CONSTANCE - Soundtrack for Oneiric Roleplaying be your most ardent of accompaniments as you plunge boots-first into strangling darkness.

...and whispering water.

[Featured Track: Schimmelreiter]

NOMAD/VIRTUE: Farewell Update stands wreathed in the fires of triumph, featuring three new songs themed around a grand finale and the sacrifices made to forge it, to see this mission to its end — come hell or high explosives.

The Farewell Update is intended for use as a multi-staged encounter theme for the culminating battle of your campaign. To this end, the Farewell Update includes a traditional overpowered encounter theme, a surrealistic fanfare for the last desperate push towards victory, and a bittersweet epilogue track for tying up those loose ends before your ride into the ashen sunset.

Whether you cling to hot iron and force just one more moment's advantage, steady yourself against the shearing wind to pull the trigger one last time, or fall from the arms of a loving orbit to save just one life, let NOMAD​/​VIRTUE - Soundtrack for Mechanised Roleplaying be your copilot as you tear yourself free, rising from the wreckage to defy the best laid plans of mechanised gods and electronic devils.

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Just over half a year from the album's original release date, after two free updates and well into its sequel's lifespan, Ri47 Heavy Industries decided to prepare a third and final update to our debut soundtrack as a surprise to those who got us here in the first place

From our house to yours, thank you for your continued support. - Rin