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[solarisrenbeth]

BODY COUNT

starring...

Ellis Rousseau as the departed lover

Griffin Wood as the lovelorn sidekick

and Jackson Cooper as the unwitting protagonist out for justice

massive thank you to @roccobearart​ for rocc-ing my world with this @bodycountgame commission, i genuinely couldn’t be more thrilled with how it turned out 🙏💗💙

alternate version under the cut 🎞📽🕵🏿‍♂️

[catnpc]

artists on tumblr will make it seem like everybody in the world who is "skinny" has abs. as if abs are just some natural result of normal life (for skinny ppl atleast) and not actively working out to get them .... im sick of it

[octahedral-chaos]

Guess what day it is!

It's Friday the 13th

This angel (?) Is based off of a ribbon tailed astrapia, black sicklebill and feather star.

[trejean]

i made a neocities a couple months ago and i do intend to make it an actual website eventually but right now it just looks like this

both of the links are to super ghostbusters

[murkierwords]

YOU COULD’VE BEEN SOMETHING. ANYTHING. AND YOU RENDER YOURSELF TO THIS ?

DAKOTA is the disgraced daughter of the prestigious Wu family. After years of unfilial behaviour and a disastrous event that broke the camel’s back, Dakota is exiled from Singapore to a remote all-girls catholic boarding school in the UK during her adolescence and has been stuck in the dreary island ever since.

Now, an apathetic salesperson working day-to-day for a pay-check all while getting nagged by the only person from her family willing to talk to her, Dakota feels as though her life is nothing but static robotic motions and swirls of grey. That is until her old friend from university introduces her to Body Count. The next thing she knows Dakota finds herself taking an impromptu leave from her monotonous work and is impatiently waiting for the interviewer.

Desperate for a change of scenery with the added chance of winning mad cash (and to feel something again aside from deeply repressed shame and anger), Dakota’s off to either worm her way into the hearts of the contestants and audience or die trying.

Metaphorically, of course.

The picrew used to make this is OC is done by @ummmmandy​. Go check out their art!

This OC is my MC from the interactive fiction Body Count, written by @bodycountgame! Check it out if you like dating shows and murder mysteries.

Or click down here to read more about her!

NAME.   Dakota Wu   /   Wu Lin Jie.

AGE.   Twenty-seven ( 27 ) years old.

PRONOUNS.   Her / She.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Pansexual.

IN IT FOR…   What caught her attention, at first, was using any excuse to get out of her monotonous job. But what really made her apply was the prize money. With that kind of cash, who gives a flying shit if she’s a stain to society?

POTENTIAL LOVE INTEREST(S).   Imogen. Nyra. Arthur.

PERSONALITY

Openness. 75%

Dakota has always been one for adventures and trying out new things. She’s usually very curious and, more often than not, open to new things she can experience. Especially, if it means she can her adrenaline pumping.

Conscientiousness. 28%

Dakota’s never been one to be careful. She’s consistently impulsive and not really a forward thinker. The future is a vague and ambiguous thing in her mind. And, she’d rather through caution to the wind and just do things to get things done. So, it’s not that hard to see how Dakota managed to be financially fucked right after getting her degree.

Extraversion. 39%

This is more beaten into her as the years go by. Dakota used to be the outgoing kind but it had never really served her as well as she thought it would. When she was younger, she would yap on without any thought and care and that would always end up biting her in the ass. As grew older, these words became more true: Hell is other people.

Agreeableness. 60%

Despite all her dislike of other people, Dakota is generally a friendly person. And even as the years go by, she can never let her habit of helping a stranger with a small task go. What luck, she’s an unfortunate little do-gooder.

Neuroticism. 43%

For most of Dakota’s life, she has never been one to let negative experiences wholly colour her entire world. And while Dakota is (and, she thinks she will forever be) bitter about her past, she tries to not let it affect her too deeply. She doesn’t really like to examine her emotions or feelings too deeply and instead has a tendency to compartmentalise her emotions. This usually leads her actively seeking out some sort of misguided stoicism (having a stiff upper lip had always been a popular thing within the Wu family- guess Dakota couldn’t really escape that) or do something new and exciting to stimulate her brain from actually reflecting.

BEHAVIOUR

Promiscuous / Committed

Dakota is in this to win it- well, kind of. She’s planning on, at least, winning through the highest body count since she doesn’t really believe you can find true love in a month. Much less find someone who’ll pretend to follow the couple’s act, and is good at tricking the audience and everyone else with her. So, she’s planning to bring out her old charm and tricks since she’s free to play the game. It’s her logical conclusion that she came up with and, hey, it’s been a while since she had any action.

Comedic / Serious

A bit of playful banter never really hurt anyone. And Dakota’s not really the type to be all serious when she’s around people. That screams vulnerability and she’d rather throw her own family to the hyenas than have an in-depth conversation about… ugh, her feelings. Though, Dakota understands there is a time and place for everything; she can be serious when it totally suits her. But all the same, having a joking persona makes her feel protected in a way that reminds her of high school and if smiling can force out dopamine from her brain then you can bet your ass that she’ll give you a mega-watt smile to feel something.

Bold / Reserved

Dakota has never been one to fade from the background. She likes to assert herself and make her presence known- she’s wasn’t the popular kid for nothing, y'know? And if a show where she can get attention and not be reprimanded for it by a vaguely intimidating authoritative figure that won’t tank her funds? Well, yes, please sign her up for that. Aside from that, Dakota has the mindset that she needs to be bold to win the game. Even when she hates surrounding herself with people, she’s willing to bring attention to herself if it means she’ll win the prize money.

Honest / Manipulative

From what she learned so far, her honesty has always been getting her into trouble ever since she was small. Hence, her tendency for… little white lies. Okay, maybe not so little. And maybe very big lies that come from trust issues and wanting to get what she wants from years of never getting it. Listen, Dakota’s just trying to survive and win. If that means hiding her true intentions and opinions from others, then so be it. She’s a manipulative little shit.

Friendly / Hostile

Being friendly comes easy to Dakota. While she thinks she needs to be friendly and charming towards others because it’ll make getting things she wants easier, it is also a principle-type thing as well. Dakota has always lived ‘treat others how you want them to treat you’. Well, as best as she can anyway.

APPEARANCE.

Eyes.   Deep dark brown that borders onto black.

Hair.   Original colour: ebony black. Dyed it platinum blonde. Wavy texture. Thick. Cut short, up to her chin. Though, her side bangs are kept long up until it reaches her shoulders.

Build.   Short, 5'2". Lean and toned.

Distinguishing features.   A splatter of freckles across her face only. Her eyebrows are not dyed, creating a sharp contrast with her platinum blonde hair.

Fashion style.   Arty.

HOBBIES.   reading. writing. running. kick-boxing. aikido. pub-crawling. online shopping. playing dungeons & dragons.

LIKES.   books; murder mysteries, comedies, adventurous fantasy. movies; dramedies, thriller. podcasts; actual play d&d, true crime. sweet and sour food. sweet alcoholic drinks. the beach in spring. cozy libraries. flowers.

DISLIKES.   computer science (while she will actively say she hates it, it’s definitely a love-hate relationship). her twin brother. being in a crowd. texting. overly friendly & touchy strangers. cramped spaces. hell is other people.

BACKGROUND INFO.

Singaporean-born Chinese, Dakota grew up in the bustling capital.

Technically, Dakota is the youngest in her family. She has an older sister and a twin brother, who is, unfortunately, a few minutes older than her.

Unlike the rest of her siblings, Dakota did not like the more academically heavy subjects (such as mathematics, biology, chemistry, etc.) and actively showed her dislike for them. Instead, she was more sports and the arts- she found joy in doing martial arts, Aikido and Kick-boxing in particular, and creative writing. As a result, she has a strained relationship with her parents, they marked her as a difficult child.

As a child, Dakota was boisterous, loud, and had no filter from her thoughts to her mouth. While she would soon grow out of this habit, it proved to earn the ire of her parents as it went against their image-obsessed and controlling nature.

Having this ill-repute, her brother was given the title of the Golden Child while her older sister was given the role of being the protector/guardian, responsible for doing chores within the household and setting a good example amongst her younger siblings. This also meant trying to reign in younger Dakota’s antics.

Dakota developed a crush on her childhood best friend as she grew up. She kept it a secret as she was afraid their friendship will turn to tatters. Though, despite it being one-sided, Dakota was happy and enjoyed their platonic relationship together. That is until her brother showed up and ruined everything.

During her final years in Secondary School, Dakota was caught in a physical altercation with her twin brother. Dakota, being the more athletic one, won the fight easily and seriously injured her brother and it resulted in him being sent to the hospital. This fight had resulted in Dakota being outed to her parents and community that her sexual and romantic preferences included girls. She was sent to an all-girls catholic boarding school in the UK, essentially exiled and shunned from her family. Dakota was told to stay away from Singapore and her parents would fund her education, when she graduated they would cut her off and leave her to fend for herself in the UK.

Her time in boarding school lead her to lash out more, believing that it will gain her family’s attention. It did not. True to their word, when Dakota graduated out of Sixth Form, she was left only with her saving funds, and her family- with the exception of her sister- cut off all contact with her.

Dakota used her savings to enroll into University, taking a Creative Writing course with the optimistic hope that this is a new start for her and that she’ll finally be able to pursue her passions without judgment or being belittled for it. After graduating, Dakota attempted to be a self-published author but as there wasn’t any luck. As the years passed by, her savings grew smaller and that forced her to finally find work as a temporary sales representative. She hated it.

A few years later, Dakota’s career path is shaky at best and objectively bad at worst. Dakota couldn’t hold a permanent job and, instead, jumped from one office to another and always as a temporary worker. Life has worn her down to the husk of who she used to be and now she keeps her mouth shut and only smiles when it serves her.

EXTRA

For a while now, Dakota is slowly growing to be an alcoholic.

Has a tendency to hide her true intentions without any actual ill will. It just kind of happens most of the time, a habit she picked up while growing up. Which results in her giving a white lie here or there.

Dakota knows how to play the cello due to her mother’s insistence.

Dakota definitely has it bad for Imogen. Like, really bad.

Dakota is an introvert- she’s more likely to do something reckless or be easily irritated if she doesn’t get her me time. Like, reading on her own, bundled up in a warm blanket with hot cocoa by her side.

Currently, D&D deprived and looking for a group to GM. She thinks Body Count might be a good place to try to recruit people to play with her.

[queen-scribbles]

What's the worst thing you've subjected a SWTOR OC to in your headcanon that wasn't explicitly part of the game story?

Hoo boy, even if I just stick to the SWtOR kids, there's some strong contenders in there. 😅

Tragen was kidnapped/press-ganged into joining the Sith when he was 13 bc the Empire took over his planet and he was found Force Sensitive, forcing him to burying his true nature super deep and live a lie for roughly a decade just to survive until the Alliance, no contact with his family no matter how much he loves them bc it's too big a risk to let anyone know an up-and-coming Sith has a weakness :)

Tel's been blown up.... six times(?) and has lost his left eye and right leg as a result of a couple of them(the latter incident very nearly killed him, and is the reason he's so insistent Elara's the best damn medic in the galaxy) :)

Keme's backstory-- she was born and raised in slavery, had her father sold away from the rest of them, her sister was killed in the course of an escape attempt, and her mother and brothers were killed by their masters as punishment for the events of that escape attempt :)))

And Jaaide's got a couple horses in this race

the speeder crash when she was a kid that killed her sister, made her deaf, and scarred up her face :))

Her parents died when the the Eternal Fleet went nuts after Vaylin's death in KotET and bombed Dromund Kaas, :) She hadn't spoken to them in years bc she was afraid what they'd think of her not being with the Empire anymore. :))))

Jaaide wins for Most Overall Trauma, but for individual events? Keme and Tragen at least have strong arguments.

I think I'm gonna give that to Jaaide, too, for that speeder crash, only bc it was the start of Events that led to her career path and thus is the first step toward all the crap the Agent story etc puts her through on top of just being a mean thing to have in her backstory. xD Congrats, babe?

[relto]

so the tumblr api lets you make requests to a certain blog and returns you all info matching your request criteria as a pretty json format. which you can in turn parse and take apart. looks nice.

[hellafa]

my brother bought me a message from nigel farage for my birthday

[evolvitangelus]

in most timelines, shinji doesn’t die. in fact, there was only one instance where kaworu witnessed shinji’s death... && it was not pretty.

things  hadn’t  been  like  this  before.  this  timeline-  this  reality...  it  was  so  new.  kaworu  had  made  so  many  decisions  that  they  had  never  made  before...  it  was  almost  exhilarating  for  them.  many  of  those  decisions  had  been  spurred  on  by  something  animalistic-  a  desperation  sparked  from  one  who  had  lost  the  one  they  loved  one  to  misery  too  many  times.  it  was  out  of  the  need  to  see  shinji’s  smiling  face.  they  would  do  anything  to  see  it...  they  would  do  anything  to  bring  him  joy. that  was  why  things  had  been  so  different.  when  they  met  on  the  beach,  kaworu  had  told  shinji  that  they  would  help  him  out  of  his  situation.  they  agreed  to  help  shinji  run  away.  who  cares  if  they  run?  who  cares  if  they  leave  all  of  this  to  the  other  lilin?  it  didn’t  matter.  shinji  was  the  only  thing  that  mattered.  even  if  another  impact  came  about,  kaworu  had  been  convinced  they  could  run  away  with  shinji  and  protect  him  just  as  easily. it  wasn’t  hard  to  convince  shinji  to  run  away.                                                 of  course  it  wasn’t  hard  to  do  that.                                                             as  much  as  it  would  pain  kaworu  to  admit  it’s  predictability. they  had  mapped  out  plans  in  a  single  night.  where  to  go,  what  to  do  if  they  were  pursued,  ways  to  live  out  their  life  together  without  worrying  about  piloting  the  EVAs  ever  again.  kaworu  was  rejecting  everything-  the  safety  of  the  world,  the  word  of  NERV,  the  word  of  SEELE...  none  of  that  could  ever  stack  up  to  shinji  ikari,  anyway.  and  what  was  so  wrong  about  running  from  what’s  painful,  anyway?  why  not  leave  everyone  hurting  you  in  the  dust? shinji  didn’t  need  any  of  them.  not  asuka,  who  spat  hostilities  at  their  beloved  shinji-kun.  not  rei,  who  barely  offered  two  words  to  their  beloved  shinji-kun.  not  misato,  who  put  their  beloved  shinji-kun  in  danger.  and  certainly  not  his  rotten  FATHER,  who  brought  beloved  shinji-kun  to  their  world  but  did  not  care  if  he  took  beloved  shinji-kun  right  back  out. why  would  they  need  any  of  those  people?  why  would  shinji  need  any  of  those  people? that’s  what  kaworu  told  themself  when  they  ran  away  with  shinji.  and  for  a  while,  it  worked...  but  kaworu  running  with  UNIT  01′s  valuable  pilot  didn’t  exactly  make  NERV  happy,  and  their  abandonment  of  their  agreement  didn’t  leave  SEELE  very  happy  either.  it  didn’t  take  long  for  lilin  with  guns  to  come  chasing  after  the  fugitives.  shinji  had  admitted  defeat  instantly-  but  kaworu  saw  red. for  the  first  time,  they  felt  like  a  true  monster.  for  the  first  time,  their  lack  of  humanity  was  very  evident  to  themself. they  scooped  shinji  up  in  their  arms,  and  ran  away  as  fast  as  they  could.  shinji  didn’t  protest  despite  his  shock.  despite  everything,  it  delighted  kaworu...  he  must  love  them,  to  not  protest.  so  they  kept  running,  a  smile  unwavering  on  their  face.  they  were  convinced  they  could  outrun  the  guns...  the  bullets.  none  of  that  could  outsmart  kaworu. it  got  bad  fast.  there  were  too  many  people-  too  much  going  on.  it  wasn’t  going  to  be  long  before  a  different  UNIT  would  be  deployed.  kaworu  was  getting  desperate,  though  it  didn’t  show  on  their  face.  and  so,  in  order  to  escape,  they  did  the  unimaginable...  and  let  their  facade  break.  the  tattoos  of  angel  wings  prominent  on  their  back  shifted  and  transformed  into  real  feathered  wings,  and  they  took  flight. shinji  was  silent  with  fear  at  first.  but  then,  his  voice  met  kaworu’s  ears. “you-”  he  whimpered  within  kaworu’s  tight  grasp.  “you’re  an  angel...”  the  realization  came  with  a  cracked  voice.  kaworu’s  smile  twitched.   “i’ll  explain  everything  to  you,  shinji.  i  swear.”  kaworu  promised.  shinji’s  eyes  widened.   “let  me  go.” “shinji-” “LET  ME  GO!!!”  shinji  yelled  at  the  top  of  his  lungs,  terror  overtaking  him  all  at  once.  he  began  flailing,  falling  from  kaworu’s  tight  grasp  close  to  their  chest  and  instead  sliding  so  that  kaworu  was  grasping  his  hands  as  he  swung  underneath  their  flying  figure.  they  held  on  tight,  despite  shinji’s  horrified  wriggling.  “you  betrayed  me!!”  shinji  claimed.  it  hurt  to  hear,  but  kaworu  did  not  falter. “you’ll  fall,  shinji.  please,  calm  down.”  of  course,  kaworu’s  attempts  were  nullified.  shinji  continued  to  writhe.  but  kaworu  was  fine...  they  knew  they  could  keep  their  grip. rather  suddenly,  a  round  of  loud  bullets  were  fired  in  their  direction.  they  didn’t  dare  look  back  to  see  the  attackers  again.  they  heard  shinji  scream  a  shrill  screech.  they  knew  he  must  be  afraid...  dangling  so  dangerously.  they  ignored  their  despairing  protests  until  eventually  shinji  conceded  and  stopped. eventually,  they  reached  a  point  that  they  could  rest  without  the  vicious  pursuit.  it  would  prove  just  long  enough  of  a  respite  for  them  to  explain  themself  to  shinji...  so  they  stopped  there,  bringing  shinji  down  and  bringing  him  close  to  their  chest  in  a  hug.  they  landed,  and  wrapped  their  wings  around  him. “i’m  sorry  for  scaring  you.  please  understand  that  even  though  i’m  an  angel,  i  wish  you  no  harm.  i  care  about  you...  i  love  you.  so,  please,  keep  running  with  me??”  kaworu  said  delicately. shinji  did  not  reply. “...shinji?”   shinji  still  did  not  reply. in  fact,  he  did  not  even  breathe. kaworu  slowly  brought  shinji  away  from  their  hug.

their  expression  dropped.  eyes  wide,  feathers  standing  on  end,  hand  clasping  over  their  face.  before  them,  shinji  sat  limply  in  the  position  they  had  him  in  when  they  hugged  him.  his  body  was  full  of  holes,  dripping  blood  from  every  direction,  bullets  lodged  deep  within  his  skin  if  not  completely  gone  all  the  way  through.  his  face  was  twisted  in  horror,  tear  streaks  fresh  on  his  newly  deadened  facial  features.

shinji  had  been  killed  by  the  gunfire. he  had  screamed  in  agony,  not  terror. he  had  stopped  screaming  because  he  was  dead. because  he  was  dead.

kaworu  gripped  their  own  face  with  both  hands,  digging  their  nails  into  their  own  cheeks.  they  had  never  seen  shinji’s  dead  body  before.  their  body  lurched  forward  as  they  now  gripped  their  own  shoulders,  tears  pooling  up  at  the  corners  of  their  eyes  before  spilling  freely  onto  their  dead  beloved’s  face.  it  was  their  fault.  they  had  killed  shinji.

the  thought  breaks  them.

they  started  screaming,  as  loud  as  they  possibly  could,  keening  into  the  open  air  with  no  regard  for  people  finding  them  here.  they  just  made  as  much  noise  as  they  could,  sobbing  harder  than  they  even  knew  they  could.  they  really  were  an  angel.  a  monster.  so  far  from  human.  had  they  deluded  themself  into  believing  in  a  happy  ending  for  something  like  them?  

kaworu  didn’t  even  blink  when  the  sound  of  gunfire  broke  out  again.  nor  did  they  stop  bellowing  whenever  asuka  came  rocketing  in  with  UNIT  02.  they  didn’t  register  asuka’s  cry  of  realization  when  she  saw  shinji’s  corpse.  they  didn’t  even  feel  it  when  she  beat  him  into  the  ground  as  many  times  as  she  could.

and  they  certainly  didn’t  fight  back  when  asuka  killed  them.

[johnmarstonn]

Cordyceps in The Last Of Us 2

[kurowrites]

I wrote an angry email yesterday and I feel terrible about it, but I mean, who in their right mind refuses to hold an online meeting for months?? And is constantly “we do business by mail” when I try to explain that my working hours for this project are not long enough to put everything into writing, not to mention that it’s highly inefficient? No one does that.

[spearmint-hell]

May I just say, I love how every programming language has a different way you need to say hello to it to make it work:

Java Script: Hello World!

CSS: FUCKIBG RED MAN (it's an add on language thingy so it doesn't have a hello but it always wants you to turn things red)

Python Ni! (The whole language is based around Monty Python)

Html: GivE ME a BoDY

[softerhaze]

hi!! how have u done it so when u click 'index' it redirects to ur /tagged/z page?? thank u!

here’s a quick guide!

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How To Make Your Own Fanfiction Archive, In Just Ten Easy Steps

As the go-to "person who knows about AO3" for quite a few people who read fanfic but aren't really linked-in to wider fandom culture, I've fielded a lot of questions about how to do certain things on AO3 to which my best answer is "you should really start your own archive!" I think, in general, more fans starting their own small archives would be a net good for fandom. AO3 was never meant to be the only archive for all fandom, or even the main archive, and the more spread out and backed up we are the more resilient we are.

But of course I have to be reminded that a lot of fans these days don't really have any idea how little "you should start your own archive!" really involves. (Also, that I should practice what I preach.) So I am now making my own fanfiction archive, and writing up this post as I do it to tell people how to make theirs!

Go to https://neocities.org/ and sign up for an account. It only needs a username (which will also be your website address), password, and email. Pick a username that will be related to your archive's title!

Choose the free account option (if you ever need more than what the free account offers for a text-only archive, you should probably look into graduating from neocities.) This should take you to a menu of "how to make a website" tutorials. You should do them! They're useful skills. But let's get your archive running first.

Hit the big red Edit Site button, or open the menu under your username and select "Edit Site".

Select the "Index.html" file to edit. You're now in an HTML Editor. Congrats, you're a web developer c. 1999!

Find where it has text between the < title> tags. Delete the filler text, and put in the title of your new archive. This text will be what shows on the tab when people go to your archive.

Find where it has text between the < h1 > tags. This will be big header text at the top of your page. Put the title of your archive here again. If you have no experience with HTML, you should read over the other sample text. It covers the basic basics very well! Once you've done that, you can delete everything else between the < /h1> tag and the < /body> tag. Save your index.html file.

Get an HTML file for a fanfic you would like to add to your archive. If it's on AO3, you can use the html download option built into AO3. If you have it as a word processor/google docs file, you should have the option to save as an html file. Save that html file to your computer.

Go back to Edit Site on Neocities and go to "upload". Find the html file you saved and upload it. (You can also drag and drop files to upload.)

The file you uploaded should now be showing with your other neocities files. Right-click on the title and select "copy link".

Go in to edit index.html again. Under where you put your header text, type < br> < a href=" . Then paste in the link you copied. Then type "> Then put in the title of the fic. Then type < /a> . Then save the index page again when you're done. You can do this for every fanfic you have.

Congratulations! You now have your very own personal private fanfiction archive that you are 100% in charge of and make all the rules for. It's at least as good as half the ones I was reading on when I started reading fanfiction and will serve its function well as a way to let people read your fic. You can link to it from anywhere you want! (Including your AO3 profile.)

Blogpost version, with FAQs and discussion

Anyway, here's my beautiful new fanfiction archive made using this tutorial:

Melannen's Fanfiction Archive

(I am honestly way more disproportionately proud of finally making that than I expected to be. It's nice to have your own archive.)

If you make one, share it here ! I want to see!