#filed: threads

[hoshizoralone]

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

putting fabric through the printer still feels illegal every time i do it. but! nothing jammed so another success :)

my plan for my Lucanis design was always to do it large scale—this will be for an 8inch display hoop. The little 3.5-inch hoop I finished in January will be my color guide for this one, and I’ll be using the same assortment of silk, cotton, metallic, sparkly, and hand-dyed threads to get the final look :) it should look a lot neater at bigger scale too (and with more care/precision than I spent on the small one lol).

[darkdragon768]

Looking up the different routes on the deltarune wiki and... yeeaa I would have never discovered the snowgrave route on my own.

[embcrspark]

#𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐂𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊  —  a  headcanon-based  interpretation  of  teen  wolf's  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄.  independent,  private  &  selective,  low  activity  rp-blog  originally  crafted  for  fakevz  that  operates  in  english  only.  established  2014,  crossover-friendly  with  several  verses  available.  please  read  the  rules  before  interacting.  hexed  by  𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊,  25+,  she/her. ©  open  for  plotting! 

after  leaving  the  horrors  of  beacon  hills  behind,  stiles  built  a  new  life  in  new  york—far  from  the  supernatural  world  that  once  haunted  him.  as  a  rising  fbi  agent,  he  finally  felt  safe.  but  the  past  had  a  way  of  creeping  in:  unprocessed  grief,  loss,  and  guilt  followed  him  like  ghosts,  and,  in  their  wake,  something  else  sparked:  a  strange  power,  flickering  to  life  in  moments  of  raw  emotion.  at  first,  he  dismissed  it  as  stress,  an  overworked  mind  playing  tricks  on  him.  but  as  the  unexplainable  piled  up,  denial  became  impossible.  determined  to  uncover  the  truth,  stiles  set  out  on  a  quest  for  answers—one  that  would  unearth  long-buried  family  secrets  and  awaken  forces  better  left  undisturbed.

𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  questionable  morals,  loss  of  innocence,  rifted  reality,  the  aftermath  of  demonic  possession,  survivor's  guilt,  undying  loyalty,  unruly  magic  &  untamed  will

🖇️ highly  affiliated  with  @griefbitten  !

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[ladyofthebookcase]

i think limbus has a very real grind problem, honestly for most of the game, but it's pretty ignorable until you reach the end of canto 4. BECAUSE. at that point, you need to be consistently levelling into your thirties with each new stage that unlocks, but there's a problem with that: at this point in the game, the best option you have for exp luxcavation is a stage that gives you 4 III tickets per run, and once you get past like level 25, those 4 tickets are maybe enough to raise one sinner by one level. so, let's do the math here! that's 40 enkephalin (2 modules) to get 1 sinner up 1 level, and at this point i at least have about 108 max enkephalin, which gives me a maximum of two (2) lux clears and that's if i don't want to play story at all in that gaming session. you don't unlock the next lux stage until you beat story stage 4-48, which is, you know, the stage you need to be levelling up for in the first place. while looking up what people have said on forums about how to beat spicebush dongbaek, i've seen a lot of "oh this stage isn't even hard, you're just underlevelled! if you have one overlevelled unit, like, level 40, that'll carry you through just fine! oh just get 1 unit uptied to tier 4!" and i need these people to understand that that is not reasonable to achieve. like this is ridiculous. the enkephalin system as a whole is pretty stupid-- why, as a game designer, would you deliberately make it so that the player has to spend less time actually playing your game?-- but in this case it really takes the cake. i don't think lux should cost enkephalin at all. it's already grind-y enough that people aren't going to abuse it unless they really need it, like with the situation i'm in; it costing enkephalin (and modules nonetheless, making it twice as expensive as one story stage) is just disincentivizing and discouraging to the player. i need you to listen to me. grips you. i'm going at this from a game design/player quality of life perspective here NOT a diagetic one. levelling in this game is utterly fucked and it's making it really frustrating to play at this point as someone who just wants to experience the story and have some fun. like, yes, a game should be available to casual players (AND NEW PLAYERS?? HELLO???), even if it's not directly tailored for them! hell, let me use lunacy to do lux! make it so you can buy enkephalin boxes with lunacy or something! this whole thing is so stupid. Good Night.

[jackalspine]

I know Young Justice S1 and Teen Titans tv timelines literally cannot exist together but like.. what if robin is just The Overachiever of ever.

Full time job of maintaining seven continuity errors at once

Teen titans origin story happening in like . A weekend off from being a full time student and being on the team lol

[loubetcha]

hi <3 like that wetwired post right now I am thinking about s6 angst and how it wasn’t really about Diana, not really, but about every lie Mulder has ever told her and Scully’s greatest fears. We know that Scully fears that Mulder will choose his quest over her; Wetwired tells us that her greatest fear is him allying himself with the people who were responsible for her abduction and her sister’s death— that he is lying to her. And in one fell swoop, with his callousness, he manages to confirm all of these.

It’s only her faith in him that keeps them together. Agh.

OUCH????

but you’re so right it wasn’t about jealousy or neglect it was about that by putting his trust in someone else who was exceedingly untrustworthy, it ultimately felt like the trust they held so close was shattered. “sleeping with the enemy” so to speak doesn’t imply jealousy on those who see it, but betrayal.

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this here btw but rye's name is just pronounced like y'know. the cereal. or the whiskey and rye them good old boys were drinking lol. in his full name it's 'ri' (Ellaryen as something like EL-ah-ri-en I think), but when he started to transition and dropped the childhood nickname he'd gone by until then (which was 'Ella'! rather unimaginatively lol renn was better at constructing arches than creative thinking) he shopped around for new ones and with some squashing and stretching to help things along he ended up with 'rye'. I don't know that many people would have called him by it -- he'd be 'watcher ingellvar' in most mourn watcher contexts and probably be referred to respectfully like that outside of the necropolis as well considering the standing of watchers in nevarran society -- but it's what his two closer childhood friends, max the terrible ex, and professor-mentor name pending would use, probably.

he embraces 'rook' pretty much immediately though. so it's like. me, and two childhood friends of him who'll ever call him rye dfhaj (max and professor-mentor are both dead. which, under the circumstances, may not stop them from talking to him but would make it a rarer occurrence probably)

[ethcl]

closed starter for @eirikhrafnkel!

Uma semana antes, Ethel estava nas nuvens, com um sorriso largo fixado de maneira permanente em seu rosto, quando retornou para um dormitório totalmente escuro. Essa observação isolada não teria grande impacto, não fosse pelo fato que a mulher havia deixado o ambiente iluminado por suas velas de Yule, suas tradicionais homenagens a Erianhood apagadas por completo em sua ausência. Há sete dias vinha revirando aquilo na cabeça incessantemente, tentando atribuir algum significado que não resultasse no presságio de má sorte que ditava a superstição.

Somente o envolvimento na organização dos presentes que desejava distribuir naquele ano era capaz de manter a mente de Ethel distante da preocupação pelo ocorrido. Como de costume, entre objetos artesanais de produção própria e poucos regalos que tinham de fato algum valor material concreto, a seleção era constituída por um misto dos mais variados itens. Seus amigos mais próximos todos já haviam recebido sua visita; a changeling fazia questão de entregar os presentes em pessoa para que pudesse testemunhar, em primeira mão, a reação deles a cada uma das quinquilharias escolhidas. Em suas contas, só restava mais uma parada para completar o ciclo daquele ano. Tivera que exercitar sua mais apurada descrição para descobrir, entre perguntas por aqui e ali, qual exatamente era o dormitório de Eirik.

Pensou, já depois de bater à porta que esperava ser a dele, que talvez devesse ter anunciado seu desejo de visitá-lo, em especial considerando o que havia transcorrido entre os dois na última vez que se viram. Porém, no fim das contas, sua vontade de fazer de sua presença uma surpresa tanto quanto os embrulhos que havia preparado especialmente para ele acabou por vencer; somente esperava que não tivesse escolhido uma ocasião muito inconveniente para fazê-lo.

[petitsdieu]

@deficd

Picture this. It's adlib day in the studio — a vocalist has her fun with flips and runs, word droplets non-prewritten — when the face-front of Deathless Sun pops in.

Her assistant will be back with some tea. The live room door is open. This is a break, likely. It usually takes prying to get her off the umbilical cord — aka the headphones are now a halo-grab around her neck. She stays seated.

❛ Twice in one month. ❜

This is not their first meeting. It won't be the last.

[caelanessaex]

WITH: @twcfaced

STARTER: "say what you need to say"

Levou uma das mãos à nuca, coçando a raiz de seus cabelos curtos como se o gesto fosse acalmar seus nervos tipicamente de aço. Havia procurado Elewen porque confiava nela para dizer a verdade, mais do que em Delyth que costumava empregar eufemismos para tentar dobrá-lo ou proteger seus sentimentos. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm gonna say this." Disse, de maneira automática e sem muitos filtros; o palavrão era prova disso ��� nunca praguejava na frente das princesas, ainda que jurasse fazer de tudo para desafiar a autoridade de imperatriz sempre que possível. "Preciso resolver uma situação e pode ser que a única maneira de fazer isso seja sentar no inferno do trono." Não era segredo para ninguém seu descontentamento com a linha de sucessão, menos ainda para sua família direta. "Não sei como contar isso pro velho sem que ele infarte ou me negue."

[cr4shc0urse]

— OPEN (0/1):

SCENE. several days into arrival week, at the HOTEL. MUSE has given themselves a minor injury, and SUNHEE's the only one around to see.

"WELL, MAYBE THEY'LL SPIN A SIDEPLOT OUT OF THIS and you'll get more screentime," sunhee points out with a wry grin.

it doesn't look too bad. what was a horror reunion without some blood and flesh wounds? "uh, here. you should probably run that under some water or something. is your bathroom near here?" she hands over her towel, silently apologizing to the staff for the stain that that's going to leave on the pristine white cloth.

the whole reason she'd gotten lost in this place for the last two hours was to find that stupid towel, but it would have been more awkward if she'd just walked past someone clearly hurt. her good old father always warned her about sowing good karmic energy anyway, and she can hear his rattling voice in the back of her mind, pointing out that she's literally staying in a horror movie town. sunhee, what if it's you someday?

unlikely, but the blood isn't a pretty sight. she's not squeamish, but her imagination's been running overactive, and morbid, for the last year, and it can't help but paint the possibilities worse and worse. better to see it through now. "what even happened? and don't say anything about the curse, or i'm taking the towel back and letting you bleed out."

[ladyofthebookcase]

those DAMN SHITTY wuthering heights butlers ouhhhh. oh im going to kill that fucker linton or whatever his stupid name is. i was indifferent to him before but now he is going to die by my bare, managerial hands.

[antipersonal]

✱ @belcvas asked:

» "you were never going to do anything i said."

❱ [ 'this is the last straw' prompts ] ❰

John stared out the jet's window, jaw clenched tight enough to make his head throb. The hum of the engines was steady, almost soothing, but nowhere near enough to ease the tension bleeding off his shoulders.

"I was listening," he said finally, voice low, not quite meeting her accusatory gaze. "I just didn't think every move needed a damn play-by-play."

It came out rougher than he meant. He ran a hand over his face with a wince, fingers dragging over the edge of a bruise he hadn't bothered to ice. This wasn't how he wanted their first duo mission to go. He trusted her more than anyone else on the roster, if he was being honest. But the way she'd rattled off instructions over the comms --clipped, surgical-- had gotten under his skin. Not because she was wrong (she never was) but because it felt like she didn't trust him to get it right.

(Still, he hadn't followed orders. And that wasn't like him, at least not with her. John decided he had too much on his plate to unpack that.)

He glanced at her across the cabin, where she sat poised with the same steady stillness she always had after a mission-- unreadable, but quieter than usual. With them both seated, he didn't have to crane his neck down to see her face. It twisted something low in his chest.

"I wasn't trying to undermine you, I just thought--" He cut himself off with a humorless laugh, arms crossing. "I don't know what I thought. Whatever. Guess I fucked that one up."

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ve1ljumpers said, ❝ i could have made you prouder. i should have made you prouder. ❞

his humor ought to make it easier to breathe,  ought to reset them to square one,  as if the past hours had never transpired.  they had transpired,  though,  and her ribcage still refuses to expand to allow unrestricted breathing,  the tension in her jaw which has run aching tendrils up into her skull still refuses to ebb.  her tone is acerbically crisp as she agrees,    ❛ yes,  you should have.  starting by not dying. ❜

by the measure of others,  it's scarcely a greeting.  no hellos,  no I'm glad you're not deads,  no are you okays.  not even an I'm sorry.  but this is them,  and none of that is a surprise.

it's not about being proud,  but she needs one thing of him — one — and he's failed in it.  no reminders that it wasn't as bad as it could have been would satisfy:  that it wasn't permanent did not erase that,  technically speaking,  he'd been dead for several minutes.  m'benga had already tried such futile reassurances before permitting her to see him,  fearing perhaps that she would reverse all his hard-won efforts.

maybe in the immediate aftermath,  had she been at his side when the doctor revived him,  when he regained consciousness,  had she not had a ship and crew to tend to and an incident to resolve,  she might have.  as it is,  necessity had forced her to maintained an iron grip on a level head long enough to get them all  ( rather,  get the rest of them )  safely out of danger. she still clung to it now.

❛ was that really so much to ask? ❜