#hence. 3ish hours.

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girl i just spent ~3 hours completing a math packet of 5 questions...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

[lara-cairncross]

What's the age difference between the Fairy turtles

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i mean there's technically only like, a handful of minutes between all of them, depending on who we're talking about?? but those minutes translate to a pretty big developmental gap. the age that fae “start off” as depends heavily on what time of night they arrive, so the later they show up, the younger they’re going to appear.

Raph: arrives at Hidden Hollow about half an hour before the twins, develops about a year ahead of them (same age gap from the show)

Leo and Donnie: arrive about 3-4 minutes apart from each other, with Leo arriving first (hence why he's technically the "older" twin even tho idgaf about that), but still twins bc they were born from the same baby's laugh, yadda yadda yadda. Donnie only arrived later because his dandelion seed got attacked and thrown off track-- otherwise, they would've arrived at the same time

Mikey: arrives about an hour after the twins, but developmentally about a year and a half behind them (and two+ behind Raph)

approximate human ages when they’re born: Raph = 4, twins = 3ish, Mikey = 2. does it make sense NO but idc this Au is already self-indulgent as fuck let me have my fun let me have my whimsy

[thecluelessdoctor]

theory time: Charlie is so chaotic because of the fact she was pretty much ignored by her sibling(s?) (Idk who the other is) and so she's desperate for any attention from them, willing to go to the point of destroying shit just to get that attention, good or bad

I- THATS CORRECT??? Her other sibling is Lee (by @thegenderconfusedpuffball ) who is. Apathetic and just doesn't care according to what I gather.

As a kid, she was left pretty much alone until she started going into school (I HC frank is older than Lee and Her by 3ish years, and her and Lee are twins.) (I also HC Lee was smart enough to start school earlier than 5) so she was left alone without attention. Parents were working, and siblings were at school so she was bored. And at the time, it was sometimes perfectly fine to leave a 4 year old home alone for 8 hours ksjdjd. Yeaj. Didn't even have a babysitter or nanny smh.

She has a really bad case of ADHD, and it's super hard for her to focus. So school sucked for her. But her siblings were really good at school, and because she wanted their attention she tried to be to. The closest thing she ever had to someone that really cared about her was a teacher she had in elementary.

It's sad really. Frank rarely noticed her, always reading something and studying for whatever, and Lee was.. Lee (mostly because idk as much about them) so she was alone. She also was really bad at making friends, and always ended up making enemies.

By the time she was in middle school she had taken a interest in chemical science so she studied that. Still to not avail no one noticed. Besides the people that made fun of her. Don't worry though. She showed them by mixing barium, sodium, and potassium. If you know what that does good for you. But it ended up in her getting in trouble smh. Hey look she's getting attention

Because of how little anyone cared about her and tried to teach her, she only knew school stuff. No common sense, or right vs. wrong, hence why half the time she doesn't realize her explosions are bad just happy little mistakes. Her not knowing right vs wrong also makes it really hard for her to tell if she's like.. in trouble or not. So when her and Frank start arguing, she's thinking it's just a loud convo

She didn't really start being noticed until she was a adult where a company noticed her science and hired her. And it was even later than that when her siblings noticed her.. and even then.

Anyway that enough lore lmao

[faintprojection]

Darth KOTOR Post Mortem

While they're still being posted, I finished drawing @darthkotorcomic a little over a week ago. While it might not look like it, this was a deceptively challenging project for me and I find myself wanting to talk about it. So... here we go.

The comic was a challenge I set myself because I was finding the experience of a dark side play through of KOTOR 1... unpleasant. But mixed with these odd moments where the game didn't feel like it was reacting appropriately to the things it let your character do. I wanted to see how it worked out, but I needed a reason to push through. Making short comics riffing on the experience ended up being that reason. But there were a few non-obvious obstacles here.

First, color blindness. I've got some moderate red/green color blindness. At the very start I'd planned to stick to black and white to dodge this, but very quickly decided that wasn't going to work. I tried to compensate by using a color picker to get colors from screenshots, but that had its own challenges. I assume there's probably some color weirdness in the result. Not much for it.

The second is I'm one of those people who can't really picture things in their head. Which means I struggle to picture what it is I'm trying to draw. Even trying to draw a character or scene from reference the moment my eyes leave the reference it just tumbles out.

Third, I am both untrained and unpracticed. I've fiddled with programs like GIMP and Inkscape off and on over the years, but I basically haven't tried to draw since I was a teenager, and even back then I wasn't drawing much.

And finally, I have a habit of getting caught in revision loops with anything creative.

With those in mind, here are the strategies I used to get this done.

First, breaking big problems into smaller and smaller problems until a big, unmanageable task became a lot of small manageable tasks. In this case, that meant making drawing characters, drawing scenes, and posing characters in scenes separate problems. There are probably better tools out there, but I knew I could do this with some very basic vector graphics tools so that's what I did. Hence, the character template.

Inkscape doesn't do character skeletons so no arms or legs to fiddle with. Also no mouths or eyebrows. I figured I could do a decent range of expressions by manipulating the hidden rectangle you can see in the color block version, which ended up being mostly true. I never did find a good way to convey an eye roll.

The second thing I had to do was time boxing every task. I didn't use a rigid timer or anything, but if I spent more than a few hours working on any individual character or scene I'd stop, look at what I had so far, and if it at least vaguely looked like the thing I was trying to make I'd stop and move on. I just accepted that this was going to be a bit of a sloppy project. The goal was for a thing to exist, not for that thing to be perfect, or even good.

With that in mind, I also didn't spend much time writing any individual comic. I'd play the game until I had 3ish events pop out at me and spend a little time riffing on those moments before making whatever I'd come up with. Then repeat the cycle.

The last thing was actually sharing the comics here. Making them public forced them to be done. Which helped maintain forward momentum.

The result of all this is... fine. I ended up making 45 comics in 35ish days, heavily weighted towards the end. I don't know that I got much better at drawing in that time, but I did get a lot faster. Some are more amusing than others. Some characters never looked quite right. I need to work on posing (especially eye lines since Player is slightly shorter than everyone else). If I could go back I'd probably find a different way to do the dialog bubbles. And I have mixed feelings on the early choice to have Player and Bastila speak in different fonts than everyone else.

But at the end of the day, goal achieved! A thing exists. I hope it amuses you.

[ethertheaether]

I found a book I'm now obsessed with :D

I literally borrowed it from the library today and I've been reading it most of the afternoon (technically like- 3ish hours I think? Cause that's been my afternoon today) and I'm almost done

But it's called Everlost, it's basically about a place between life and death called Everlost, hence the title, and two characters ended up there, found another, and have been dealing with a lot of stuff :D

I'd highly recommend reading it, it's very interesting and it drew me in very quickly! Basically a lovely paranormal-adventure kind of book, with a lot of worldbuilding!

100% go read it :D

[whitesunlars]

⭐⭐

Since I just wrote a monster of an author's cut for another ask, I'll do just a segment of a fic for this one.

Fanfic Director's Cut Ask Here

Anyways. I'm gonna break down how I started the final chapter of begging for you because I loved that opening with Annabeth's memories of reading about the Parthenon. Below cut again because I have a lot of thoughts.

I like to start chapters and fics slowly. I really hate going in right away like "Annabeth said" or "Annabeth did" so I wanted to find a natural transition for arriving in Athens. Of course, I started thinking about the Parthenon and Annabeth's connection to it and the rest kind of just came from that.

Her earliest memory was the Parthenon. Not visiting the Parthenon, she had never been to Greece prior to the quest, let alone Athens, but reading about the ancient temple. Children of Athena are known for near perfect memory and Annabeth was no exception. When she closed her eyes, she could still picture the textbook page perfectly. Diagrams mapping out the Parthenon, marking significant architectural details and describing the history of the site.

With the original PJO series I never thought the Athena kids didn't have enough demigod traits however with all the overpowered traits that everyone else has in HoO I feel like Annabeth got the short end of the stick. Everyone has a magical ability except her, so I've come up with various little things Athena kids have. Here it's eidetic memory, in another fic it's that Athena kids never need to have their wisdom teeth removed.

She was four. Her dad was on his honeymoon with Helen, who was already in her second trimester with the twins. Neglecting her as always, they had left Annabeth behind with one of her father’s students. Thankfully, the young woman was qualified to care for her, unlike some of the other babysitters her father had hired, but the poor girl was so busy with her graduate work that she didn’t have much time to entertain Annabeth. Bored out of her mind and naturally curious, Annabeth ended up reading a textbook on Greek architecture that was sitting at the top of a stack of books.

We're never given an exact age for Bobby and Matthew, but I like to think they are closer in age than I've seen some other people. If I remember correctly, Annabeth says her step-mom didn't let her play with her brothers. Now that could mean a seven year old interacting with babies with baby toys, but I always thought of it as a little older than that - hence her step-mom being pregnant when Annabeth was four so that the twins are ~3ish when Annabeth runs away. This paragraph is also hating Frederick Chase hours for being neglectful.

Flipping through the pages, for the first time in her life, Annabeth understood that there was a larger world than the one she had lived in. There was more to life than having a less-than-caring father and his girlfriend-turned-wife who barely looked in Annabeth’s direction. There were things that had lasted centuries. Things dedicated to her mother that stood firm in a way nothing else in Annabeth’s life had.

Can you just imagine feeling unimportant and pushed to the side and suddenly learning there's things that are connected to you that have lasted centuries? That there are things you have claim to that every generation of humanity has found important? Profound.

Rick never fully goes into why, out of all ways to make something permanent, Annabeth's interest is in Architecture. This is my explanation for that.

Two decades later, she could perfectly remember tracing the outline of the Parthenon with her finger and saying to her exhausted sitter, “My mommy’s Athena.” The girl nodded, clearly thinking that Annabeth was just a daydreaming little kid. “How can something be this old?” “It’s something permanent,” The student muttered. Wide eyed, Annabeth asked, “What’s permanent mean?” “It lasts forever.”

You're four. Your father has left you and doesn't care. Your mother was never there. Suddenly you're learning that there are things that have always been cared for and always will be cared for. I can't imagine anything that could be more foundational for character building than a moment like that. I was proud to write that out.

Deeply lonely, the idea of something lasting forever settled into Annabeth’s heart. Permanence became a foundational part of her identity. If something dedicated to her mother could last for forever, maybe she could make something that lasted that long, too. One day she would create something as eternal as the Parthenon. One day she would be remembered.

I like to sprinkle in TLT musical references, as a treat.

As the Argo II docked in the harbor in Piraeus, just on the outskirts of Athens, Annabeth thought of that textbook that had opened her eyes to a larger world. She couldn’t see the Acropolis from the port, but the fact that she knew it was only a few miles away felt unreal.

Can you imagine the conflicted feelings? She's finally going to a place that defines her but for the worst reasons possible. I loved making this analysis and building this corner of Annabeth's personality and history in my mind.

[philomenafm]

(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE  (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

stats

favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon (& so does leo fowler eyes emoji)

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;;  someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;;  someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3 

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

[baraste-legacy]

SWtoR - Adon'ari by JoJollyArt “Another 3ish hour paint study. This time of just a bust and my character Adon'ari. I imagine the scenario for this pic went as follows: "Smile, Don!" 😐 "With teeth." 😐) "Goddamnit, Don." I guess you'd be a little curmudgeonly too if you nearly got brain damage from a frag grenade (hence the cybernetic casing on his lekku)."

Please visit the artist’s DeviantArt pages and her Tumblr blog at @jojollyart.

[nelayn]

Rules: answer the 19 questions and tag some amazing people you would like to get to know better. I was tagged by the amazing @kcrabb88 :)

i. name: Nefeli

ii. nickname: Nel! Around these parts at least :)

iii. zodiac sign: Capricorn

iv. height: 5′’3ish?

v. orientation: I’ll let you know

vi. ethnicity: Greek!

vii. favourite fruit: right now, nectarines (also orange is my favourite winter fruit I think)

viii. favourite season: whatever season we have at the time, tbh... I love something about each of them. 

ix. favourite book series: Lord of the Rings. And Harry Potter, because it is in my bones by now. But I could list a few more, like Discworld...

x. favourite flower: Lilies :)

xi. favourite scent: That new book smell

xii. favourite colour: Sea green

xiii. coffee, tea, or cocoa: Mostly tea :) 

xiv. average sleep hours: I need my 8 hours, hence why my recent self-imposed sleep deprivation made me feel like a zombie. But I’m working on it :)

xv. cat or dog person: I will steal Katie’s answer: “Cats! I like dogs too, but as someone who has had both, I prefer to have a cat. They’re easier and will just hang out with me.”

xvi. favourite fictional characters: Elizabeth Bennet, Hermione Granger, Susan Pevensie, Sam Vimes, Galadriel, Finarfin...

xvii. dream trip: Last year’s trip to the UK, and the upcoming (I leave tomorrow!!!) trip to Italy, which I expect to be absolutely fabulous :D I’ve been dreaming of Tuscany since forever, so... Some dreams do come true :)

xviii. blog created: Late 2013? I still remember, I made it as soon as I got home from my first year at uni. Blame Jess. For everything.

xix. number of followers: more than I deserve :p

Whoever wants to do this, consider yourselves tagged!

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yuka doesnt fuckin stop talking | yuka | re: michiko and akio, attn: all

Yuka listened to Michiko, listening to her confirm that she did not take any medications. With the alibi Michiko had given earlier, Yuka simply seemed to nod gently. Further more, she listened to Michiko begin to speak to Akio. And with Michiko's request to bring forth Yuka's thoughts, this turn of events was a little convenient.

"Well, I highly and very strongly suspect Akio myself, Michiko. Not just because of the evidence either, but timing. L...Like the last time I was in trial... deja vu, maybe...? Because of doing nightwatch with Kaito, and my security recordings, I know a lot of people's whereabouts, or at least I think I do."

Yuka flipped through her couple sheets of paper, it seemed she had some exact notes written down from her night's escapades, or maybe her investigation. Licking her lips, she frowned, and continued speaking.

"There were people out at night- that is a given. Specific whereabouts, I don't know. I have a few vague ideas. Specific times? Not a whooole lot of that either, so forgive me if it seems like I'm about to incriminate some of you. I'm simply listening who I know was outside at certain times."

Yuka cleared her throat, as she seemed to have found a specific part in her notes.

"I know that before and during the time of death, these people were out and about. Chou, Valor, Sarara, Ama, Sosuke, and Akio. They all left at different times, although I didn't see when Sosuke left the hotel, nor did I denote when he returned to the hotel. Now, I cannot say my times are accurate, I also don't know if any more of you were out and about. I also may have been the only one to see things I'm about to say, but I will say that my suspicions are based on some recorded evidence. I also have my alibi for not being around Amateratsu at the time of death- I was in the hotel with Kaito at the time, though I was just about to leave the hotel. So you can trust my words." Buckle up, there's more.

"Chou... seems a little out of commission. So I don't suspect Chou at all. Sarara may have left early, and returned around 3 30 am, soon after the victim's time of death, but I don't think she is the culprit due to the evidence we have stated already. I don't think her being the cause for the sanitise to be everywhere really makes her guilty of anything. As well, due to the evidence we have stated, I don't think Valor is the culprit despite returning around 3ish with an injury to his face, which is even closer to the time of death. The time of death is 2:27 AM by the way, as a reminder to everybody. I didn't see Sosuke return, but I did see him walking from the area with the mannequins and theatre around 3 AM. I haven't exactly pegged him as innocent yet, but..."

Yuka holy shit take a breath

"I saw Akio leave the hotel at around 1 am, when I was about to set up my fourth security recording. He was heading towards the area with the mannequins and theatre. I returned to the hotel after this, spending some time doing night watch with Kaito. I left again close to 3 AM to check on my recording. The keycard can only record 1 hour at a time, hence my hourly visits to my recording spot. I started my 6th recording after saving the 5th, and returned to the hotel. Moments after I returned, Akio had entered the hotel with me, it's likely about 3:10ish at this point. This places him outside of the hotel before the time of death, gave him time to walk around a lot, and he would have time to return to the hotel after Amateratsu died."

Yuka jesus christ chill your mouth

"...um. I'm not accusing Akio yet. Given an alibi, I'm glad to just say 'wow my theory was fuckin' shit!'. This is all just what I saw. I will say I have a lot more information to sp...sp-spare from my recordings. I just think... with this information, and the evidence we have stated... there is a strong chance of... Akio b...being the c-culprit."

Ah... her confidence was starting to wane. Was she waking up more? Rerealizing her situation?

"...Pl...Please note that... I di-did not see Sosuke leave the hotel, or return... so framing could st...still be possible, maybe...? Don't... d-don't say that I'm just saying all this to cause trouble, okay...? Sorry Akio... And sorry everybody, for talking so much. I am... w-willing... to give the rest of my information, if needed..."