#i am working on those rain code oc arts...

[roseseatea]

Luna wearing an outfit I wore to a concert once

[prismsoup]

Hi, I'm Sol !

He/him - adult - running on one neuron - some sort of bug - I draw and code sometimes

Interested in commissioning me ? Find more info here ! > Even when my main commissions are closed, the Lineless Beafts ones are always open !! Same for the Emote Packs !

More important info below the cut !

Tags :

I'm not very organized so some older posts might not have those because I never went back to edit them, don't mind that

#something something my art : anything I've drawn, really

#something something my stuff : anything I've made that isn't really art but is cool enough to have its own tag anyways (you can find my modding stuff there)

#weurgh : (not to be confused with wourgh) stuff I made that isn't important enough to appear in the two previous tags, may include random text posts

#wawa : when I reply to something found in my inbox/asks

#is for me : cool things I commissioned

#wourgh : cool stuff from other people that I need to look back at for inspo

#acknowledged : reblogs (I might forget to use this tag I am not consistent)

#the outstorms : content about my main Rain World ocs (they also have their own tags but this one is more general)

Side note : Please be aware that I may post/reblog suggestive art and art containing blood, body horror or gore ! They will be tagged accordingly but feel free to notify me if I do forget

If we're mutuals please do not hesitate to send me asks or ramble to me !! I am very bad at initiating convos myself but I'd love to talk to cool people !

Other terrariums you might find me in :

The Outstorms : sideblog for my Rain World ocs (not very active I need to work on that rahh)

ToyHouse (needs update)

ArtFight : Attack my critters here !!

Commission Carrd : DM me here or on Discord if you're interested ! They're not always open but don't hesitate to ask, I can always reserve a slot for you in advance

Ko-Fi : if you'd like to support me and my work !

[shivayagojo]

never invite julius to a field trip | the human art of film social media au

a social media of my ocs from my novel : the human art of film make sure to get your copy of the novel on amazon

helenamonte13

liked by andrea_marie, elis3violet and 45,346 more

tagged: andrea_marie

helenamonte13: CODE RED!! CODE RED!! I finally convinced Andrea to direct one of my films. The secret: a lot of ice tea.

view all comments

user1: THE RUMORS WERE TRUE!!

user2: bestie i luv you, but why on earth are you writing with a typewriter in this century

helenamonte13: julius broke my computer 😤😤

user3: julius is there??!!

andrea_marie: it did not take a lot of convincing. she's just being overdramatic

helenamonte13: that's because i know your secret 😏

andrea_marie: 🙄

helenamonte13: luv ya bestie😘

user4: sorry new here. who's andrea in the pics?

helenamonte13: the shriveled director in pic 2

andrea_marie: my hair is fine!!!

user5: welcome to the club

user6: she's also in the last pic with helena

elise3violet: why no pics of me?

user7: oh my god! elise is there!

helenamonte13: don't worry darling. i got u in the next one.

juliusclaymore

liked by helenamonte, andrea_marie, and 67,239 others

juliusclaymore: no idea where andrea made me fly to but i kinda dig the aesthetic. oh. i also brought homer with me.

view all comments

user8: homer got that dawg in him! literally

user9: probably got more brain cells than julius does 🤣

andrea_marie: you just landed and the first place you head to is IKEA?!!

juliusclaymore: you didn't give me any more instructions than "just get here." how was i supposed to know?

juliusclaymore: besides, look at that shark

andrea_marie: ... i'll let it slide

carlos.diez: bro how come you got there earlier? our planes boarded at the same time.

user10: im freaking out!! carlos is in the project he has to be!

user11: at this point it's confirmed. he never comments unless he's involved

user12: are we just gonna ignore the fact that ANDREA CALLED FOR JULIUS! meaning JULIUS IS WORKING ON THE FILM??!!

nico_silvus

liked by andrea_marie, helenamonte13, and 1,235,426 others

nico_silvus: I've arrived!! Had to take a quick stop at the NY airport - still crazy to see my face on those billboards. Oh also, picnic pics.

P.S: Julius tripped on the grass.

view all comments

📌 pinned by nico_silvus

andrea_marie: missed you so much 💞

nico_silvus: missed you too (dad also said hi)

user14: there are three things guaranteed in life: death, taxes, and andrea marie liking nico's post in 53 seconds.

user15: Mother has arrived

user16: Oscar incoming 💪💪

juliusclaymore: that grass was slippery alright

nico_silvus: the last time it rained was like 3 weeks ago. u legit just tripped on grass.

helenamonte13: at least u can said u've touched grass (unlike evan)

evanbenson: why am i catching strays?

user17: man, why does everyone got something against julius

user18: it's a julius thing

helenamonte13

liked by elis3violet, juliusclaymore, and 144,345 others

tagged: elise3violet

helenamonte13: photodump of my baby bc y'all think i forgot about her. luv ya elise for making me look good in all my photos.

view all comments

user19: when the photographer is the photo 🔥

elis3violet: let me know when you finally move out of LA. you can live in my neighborhood.

user20: girl good luck getting her out of there

helenamonte13: you can take me out of LA, but you can never take the LA out of me.

nico_silvus: RIP Julius

juliusclaymore: i'm not even in these pics. why am i being targeted??

helenamonte13: cause we had to take that third pick like 20 times cause you kept stealing the food!!

juliusclaymore: but it was a good egg sandwich. you should've tried it.

nico_silvus: wait @elise3violet you gave him the sandwich???

elise3violet: ... yeah.

helenamonte13: baby you said I could have it.

carlos.diez: wait you guys are getting food?

user21: sometimes i think these guys forgot dms are a thing

user22: no don't tell them. i need their juicy lore.

carlos.diez

liked by helenamonte13, nico_silvus, and 342,531 more

carlos.diez: i got stuck on picture duty so here it is I guess. the food is pretty good, but I also got stuck paying for it, so bleh. but thank you andrea for inviting us out. (pro tip: never invite julius to a field trip).

view all comments

user23: poor Carlos. he had to pay AND take pictures.

juliusclaymore: appreciate the pics carlos. that one of me is going in the history books

andrea_marie: who gave you that little scooter in the first place?

helenamonte13: he def stole it from a kid

juliusclaymore: FALSE ACUSSATIONS!

andrea_marie: you're welcome carlos. good to catch up with my old class before we start filming.

ginadawn: my flight gets delayed once and you have all the fun without me 🥲

andrea_marie: dw gina. when u and matthew arrive we're gonna throw another party.

helenamonte13: i know damn well you didn't read a single word of that fat ass book.

carlos.diez: anything for the gram.

user24: lmao not carlos outing himself

nico_silvus: ❤️❤️

carlos.diez: 🫶(pls tell ur new, better dad im sorry for getting a noise complain on your bday party)

andrea_marie

liked by nico_silvus, elis3violetn, and 2,375,573 others

andrea_marie: thank you for all the memories (past and present) and im ready to make a film with all of you once again. even though we kind of ruined the air bnb, won't forget this night.

P.S: Gina and Matthew also arrived - love you guys.

view all comments

user25: based on vibes alone this film is gonna win the oscars

user26: incoming andrea marie masterpiece

carlos.diez: i'm so glad i didn't get a noise complaint this thime.

andrea_marie: i would've kicked you of the film if you did.

nico_silvus: i think we learned a lot from this... mostly don't give julius any form of sugar

juliusclaymore: guys i though we moved on from this

helenamonte13: you moved on, we didn't.

elis3violet: my car smells like bleach water, but in a good way.

evanbenson: sorry for the car, but appreciate the ride.

helenamonte13: let's go cook up a masterpiece now.

note: these are characters from my story The Human Art of Film. you are free to use them in a noncommercial way (fanfiction, shitpost, memes, etc). also check out the novel on amazon under the name Shivaya Gojo. hope you enjoyed.

[emersonfreepress]

okay so is there content that you had planned for the ROs and story in general but then scrapped cause there wasn’t a good place in the story to stick it in? and if so, can you share what it was? 👀 👀 👀

yes, definitely. *rubs hands together* oh man, you done asked THE question today xD I can't wait to get into this 😁

Academics. I almost decided to have classes and grades be a minor part of gameplay, but the more time I spent designing it the more I realized I wanted nothing to do with it 😂 I haven’t really enjoyed academic gameplay in other interactive fiction because I 1) hate having to choose between studying and interacting with awesome characters, 2) have terrible short term memory, and 3) hate school in general!! So instead I just opted to have the MC be really good at school, point blank period so I could focus on social drama and relationships instead! 😆

Physical skills. I spent literal months crafting the catering scene around setting up stats for stamina/endurance, dexterity, and strength instead of just magnetism, confidence, and persuasion. They had their own backstories with the MC’s parents being overly invested sports parents instead and I think the background choices were like... martial arts, gymnastics, and track? But yeah, I ended up scrapping it all because I was spending hours on research about those individual sports so I could integrate them into the MC’s narrative organically but like... when I tried to think of what use they would be in the actual story, I came up blank. Best decision yet, esp since it means a lot less coding!

Skin tone customization. For one, I noticed that a lot of my favorite IFs don’t offer that customization and it hasn’t impacted my experience at all. For two, I originally realized I might as well not implement it since I am striving real hard not to introduce any customization that won’t actually be mentioned in interesting or meaningful ways in-story. I don’t think it’s really all that common for real life friends (esp in high school?) to comment or compliment each other’s skin and like... when it comes from someone who doesn’t share a similar complexion or ethnic background, that type of commentary gets... d i c e y. So then I wanted to be sensitive to that but what’s the pay-off? An RO mentioning how they love your skin tone once? Awkward sentences with the MC referring to their own skin color? Idk, just wasn’t vibing with it. I’m open to revisiting it in beta or something but for now it’s scrapped.

Singing, Rapping, and Gaming as Hobbies/Talents. I feel bad about scrapping these, honestly 😂 They’re great and I really wanted to incorporate them but it just came down to already having a lot of stuff to code. Plus, I know I can write the Hobbies/Talents I stuck with far better. And for Book 2 purposes, as well!

Leo. as @sourandflightypeaches ​​ asked me about a long while ago, I had to scrap an entire RO 😢 His name is Leo, he was the nephew of wealthy west African diplomats residing in Emerson, and I love him dearly! His backstory was largely based on my mother’s childhood and the circumstances she lived through after immigrating to America. and... ok, i’m about to go on one hell of a tangent so buckle up and bear with me if you can 😅

my intention with this story, aside from writing things that I personally enjoy (graphic violence, spooky woods, social drama, romance, conspiracies 😚), is to explore greed, wealth, and how the ways people and families interact with those two things influence young people and who they grow up to be. here i go sounding pretentious af 😝 and here’s where I apply a cut for those who want to preserve a little mystery to the main characters!

With Gabe, we’ve got someone who grew up with very little stability or financial security but who has found unscrupulous methods to gain status and money, with both noble and selfish motivations.

Kile has some of that childhood experience in common with Gabe, having been in the foster care system since infancy, but they lucked out when they were adopted into massive wealth by a caring, loving couple—a couple that uses their wealth and privilege to be far more lenient and protective of Kile than is actually reasonable or responsible.

Jack comes from a prestigious wealthy family on his dad’s side who he loves dearly but there’s no getting around the fact that they love him back as much as they despise his working class mom.

Jessie is a spoiled sweet heiress (being the baby of her family and the only girl) and while she lives blissfully ignorant of the harmful source and impact of her father's income and career, she bears the weight of the expectation to fulfill very traditional gender roles, including her behavior and appearance, but also extending to her career and life plans.

Rain's wealth led to them growing up sheltered and isolated but also extremely accommodated, giving them maximum freedom and opportunity to discover and develop their personal talents and interests. However, they have almost no positive relationship with their parents who have essentially decided to give up on a kid that couldn't be exactly the accessory they tried to mold them to be—both in terms of their identity and personality.

Rupan/Rohan, at their very core, rejects everything about conformity, self-importance, and excessive luxury—which means they have never, ever truly fit in with their peers. Going full non-conformist, however, has resulted in them becoming alienated from much of their family, as well, despite them all loving each other very much. Their history with false friends and betrayals has led them to over-indulge in their vices and reckless behavior to compensate for that isolation. Sometimes, they just get in over their head and many times, they know better. Every time, it's just that the feeling of finally belonging is utterly intoxicating.

Vivian/Vincent has two extremely successful parents who didn't inherit but instead built up their wealth and they aspire to be just like them, to a degree that is well and truly unhealthy. Their mother specifically is an over-achiever and applies mountainous pressure for them to follow in her footsteps, especially academically. Vi is completely capable of achieving what their mom expects of them, but they were already an extremely sensitive perfectionist so this has made them intensely critical of themself. This is a large part of why they are such a rigid, no-nonsense person and that in turn has made them one of the most disliked people among their peers—which is a huge personal failure to them since their father is a very well-liked and socially successful person in town.

And the Emersons are peak privilege: inherent high social status, brains, looks, charisma, athleticism, and massive wealth. They could never have been anything less than extremely popular, just by virtue of their last name and the nature of the town's social dynamics and politics. And they do enjoy that privilege (esp Curt lol). However, it should go without saying that being so high profile, even (or maybe especially) just in the isolated scope of your hometown, isn't always a boon. Their family's and their own perceived failings are widely discussed and privately mocked and/or celebrated. Real friends are scarce while fake ones and snakes are plentiful. Plus their dad is a gigantic dickhead who sees his kids as extensions of his own status and reputation and not much else. Public shortcomings make for an unbearable time at home and the world outside the estate is at once overly accommodating, full of assumptions, and even subtly hostile at times—all unrelated to their own actions or character.

And with the MC, I think the narrative will make it clear there are several ways that story can go. You start off with irresponsible parents that have lost their wealth due to their own mismanagement and material ambitions—how that affects any individual MC should differ based on choices and consequences!

So why bring any of that up when I was supposed to be talking about my cut OC? 😂😂

Leo was going to be the unwelcome recent addition to his uncle’s household, the son of a brother his aunt hates for (petty af) Reasons, and she took that resentment out on him directly by restricting his access to nearly every aspect of the family's wealth. Especially material goods and living conditions. He was basically treated like the help, tasked with playing nanny for his many younger cousins and burdened with doing the homework and providing academic cover for his dumb as rocks cousin in the same grade as you all. To sum it up, he was basically a victim of trafficking at the hands of his own family with his uncle out of town enough to feign ignorance to how bad his wife was treating his nephew and his aunt going out of her way to keep him busy, at home, and isolated. This is sadly a super common form of trafficking in Francophone African cultures (although I don't think most people view it as trafficking. and I’m sure the same is true of other cultures but I don’t want to speak outside of my purview). And like I mentioned above, it’s how my own mom's (and idek how many cousins') child/teenhood went.

It’s a perspective on modern wealth, privilege and greed that I really, really wanted to tell. I am confident in saying it hasn't been explored in interactive fiction yet (though correct me—and direct me 👀—if I'm wrong) and out of all the wealth/greed explorations I came up with, it's the one I have the closest personal ties to and the strongest feelings about. The characters and plans I had for it were detailed and I'm proud of them but at the end of the day... I just couldn't find a place for Leo in the story at large.

Leo was, in fact, the last main character I came up with, when I had already designed and fleshed out the larger story and started crafting the timeline of major events. I think the worst thing I could have done for a story and perspective that I care about this much is shove it into a plot that didn't have room for it at the very base level, regardless of how well the character or his story is written. Shoe-horned characters always stick out. I didn’t want to disservice Leo by having him be the character that did nothing or could be removed from the main plot without affecting it at all, y’know? That’s so much worse than just forgoing the indulgence, imo :((

ugh.... Leooooo 😭 I'm so sorry bb, I failed youuu 😥

[shannygoatgruff]

Grown & SeXY - Chapter 1

Header made by the talented @flowers-in-your-hayr

For @youbloodymadgenius for your 400 Followers Writing Challenge.  Congrats on your success!

Genre:  Romance/Comedy

Pairing:  Modern Ivar x Mature OC

Warning: Language/mild angst/Sexual content

Rating: M

Summary: A relationship between Generations X & Y will help this XX & XY learn a lot about themselves, each other, and love.  Cougar/cub relationships aren’t always just about a midlife crisis and arm candy.

A/N:  I got the concept for this story from a conversation I was having with @youbloodymadgenius.  I hope I do it justice.  This story is for you!

Chapter 1 

Oh, hey girl, hey!

Chile, do I have some tea to spill!  

This tea is piping hot, lemon-honey, tea with a hint of peppermint; that’s how good it is.  I have been keeping this in for so long, I’m surprised a bitch hasn’t bit her tongue off trying to keep quiet.  But, I have to talk to somebody about this, and I trust you, girl. We’ve been good girlfriends for a long time now. I know you’re not going to say anything to anybody, right?  I didn’t think so. I knew you were cool.

Okay, so before we begin I need to lay some ground rules. I don’t want to get into this and all of sudden you start feeling some type of way or something, or there be some sort of misunderstanding that we could have settled right here in the beginning.  You know how some people get all uppity and shit. 

First, I’m not a writer - I’m a storyteller and there’s a big fucking difference. Writers, write; they use language as an art form, and shit like grammar and diction is important to them and they usually use them pretty accurately.  Storytellers, like me?  We don’t give a fuck. We paint pictures by speaking the language of the people, so that the bitches in the back can understand what the fuck is going on.  

So, if you don’t want to know about how a bad-ass cougar found herself hooked up with a fucking snack-tastic cub from someone who doesn’t give a fuck all about ending a sentence with a preposition, then, honey, feel free to read something else. If my language is a bit too common or colorful for you, then mayhaps, I could recommend some really well-written Shakespearean Sonnets or the like, by some other real writers.  But if you just want to dish and hear some good shit, then bitch, do I have some gossip to tell you!

Okay, next, the story I’m about to tell you is true. This shit is real and it happened to me my friend.  So, to protect my good girlfriend, I’m going to change the names of the mofos involved. If that means the names of these folks sound made up, it’s because bitch, they are! It’s not like where we live is all that big. You might actually know some of these people and the last thing I want is for you to go run-and-tell-that I said some shit, about so-and-so, when I really didn’t, because I said something else about some bitch that I made up.  

Um, what else?  Oh yeah, everything I’m going to tell you is the gospel, according to me. Even if I wasn’t there, I have been working, like fucking Luther out here in these streets, to piecing this shit together and this is the only version that makes sense.  So if you disagree, fine...fight me.  But you better not ask them; that’s all I know.  We’ve already established the good girlfriend code of conduct. Right?  

Now, if any of this shit starts to sound familiar to you just nod your head and play along.  If you happen to see these people in real-life, just keep going about your business, like you don’t know anything.  Don’t give them a side-eye, or raise the obligatory eyebrow when you see them.  Definitely don’t be like that bitch Shelly that time I told her that stuff about Erik and Angie.  Do you know that bitch put everybody on blast and was like, “I knew he looked the type to eat booty,” all loud and shit in the Target.  

You can’t be telling the church’s business to the entire Target like that!  You are supposed to see them in the store, nod, and keep it fucking moving.  What I’m telling you ain’t nobody’s business and they definitely don’t need to know that you know all the shit that went down with them. You know what?  Matter of fact, I’m going to send you a non-disclosure contract in your email.  Just sign it and send it back. I don’t want zero problems, big fella.

Okay, now that we got the formalities out of the way, and everybody knows how the fuck to act, what’s next?  Why am I giving you the gossip?  I’m doing this shit to save your life, bitch because I care.  See, this is a story about being grown and sexy.  Yes, bitch!  Say it again!  GROWN & SEXY!!!  And we all will be grown and sexy, one day.

I know, you probably think grown & sexy means all about getting the “D”. Well, it is…but not really.  Don’t get me wrong, we’re going to get to that. There will be plenty of pipe laid.  How the hell can you be grown & sexy without some feel good? But, it’s about a movement - a way of life.  It’s a phase you go through when you get to a point where you are living your best life and just don’t give a fuck anymore.  

Listen Linda, this story here, isn’t just about sex, it’s about timing.  See, look at all the young bitches, rolling their eyes. They just want to hit it and quit it. I can’t with them.  I’m not even addressing them and their foolishness.  In fact, all the young bitches, y’all can feel free to exit - stage left, please.  

The rest of us, that are past all that thotting and trotting, we know that the universe has a fucked up sense of humor and it only gives us these short ass life spans, filled with teeny-tiny windows of opportunity to cram all of this amazing shit into. Then, on one side, we have one cosmic force presenting something fantastic, while another on the other side, there is another force that throws mad shade.  Of course, we pay attention to the shady shit and usually miss out on that brief moment of something that could have made us really fucking happy.  Don’t worry, I’m not about to start talking about astrology, or reading crystals.  Besides my horoscope, I don’t know what any the fuck any of that means.   

What it means to what the fuck I’m talking about is, this could be considered a cautionary tale about missed opportunities, or being so wrapped up in your own bullshit that you can’t see a good thing when it was right in front of you.  It’s definitely about family, growing up, acceptance and happiness; about finding and loving yourself and then being able to show that love to someone else.  

Of course, you can’t have all that good shit without the bad. So, let’s see…I’ll throw in some insecurities, doubt, utter stupidity, realizing that just because something looks and feels good, doesn’t mean it’s right.  Hell, my story this story, may even be about having to break your own heart to save someone else’s. Ah, we’ll see if I can actually get to that part. It’s not I got all damn day, you know?

So…where do I begin?  

Oh, okay.  You know that club, Bottom’s Up, on the corner of Fourth and Lexington?  The one with that has the pool tables on the upper level and that cute little Karaoke room?  Well that’s where all this shit started… 

There were a lot of people at Bottom’s Up for a Wednesday night. 

Ivar already had an attitude because he was late.  He knew that showing up even a few minutes late for the weekly pool game with his siblings meant that he wouldn’t get to pick his opponent and if he got stuck playing against Bjorn one more time, he was going to quit showing up to these fucking games all together. 

He hated playing Bjorn.  No matter what he tried, he could never beat his oldest brother. Most of the time, he never even got a chance to get his cue on the table when he played against him.  If he had any other sibling as his opponent, he stood a fair chance of winning, but he was sure that Bjorn cheated.  It was enough to piss him off just thinking about it.

Ivar glanced at the small landing where the pool tables were and saw the five varying shades of blonde hair just as the top of the stairs.  Damn, they were all already there.  They had probably already picked games, meaning he was going to have another shitty night at shooting pool. There went his chance of getting back the money Sigurd took off of him last week.  He needed that money, too.  He was running low on gas and his brakes started making a loud squeaking sound this morning.  Now, if he could just play against Ubbe...he knew for sure he could double their bet and make all of his money back, and then some.  

Deciding to get a drink before he met his family upstairs, he made his way to the bar, and signaled for the bartender.  While he waited he carefully tried to remove his jacket without bumping into anyone.  Where the fuck did all these people come from?  They had been coming to this lounge for a few months and on Wednesdays there were never more than 25 people in there.  It wasn’t like it was wall-to-wall people in there now, but it was definitely enough to make him feel annoyed.  

Plus, all those extra people were making it hot in there. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn a long sleeve t-shirt, after all.  But with all the rain and cold nights, lately, he wasn’t quite sure how to dress.  The shirt, a thin pale blue cotton, was a deep V-neck, showing the top of his muscular pecs and just a hint of his shoulder tat that trailed over to the center of his chest, was tucked lazily into the front of his distressed, blue jeans and left hanging out of the back.  A pair of brown Timberland shoes completed his outfit, giving him that ‘I’m not trying too hard to look like I’m trying to look good’, look.  Believe me, he wore it well.  

“What can I get you?”  The bartender asked walking over to where Ivar stood, pouring beers from the tap for other patrons further down the bar.

“Can I get a Jame…,” As soon as he started talking he heard a feminine voice coming from his left. He stopped mid-sentence and looked to see where the voice was coming from, “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said smiling at the shorter woman next to him.  When she turned her head toward him and offered him a smile, his posture changed. “I didn’t see you.  Please, go ahead.”

She raised her brows and continued smiling at him, “Thanks.”  Man, he was a cutie, but she was sent to the bar for drinks, not dicks.  Turning back to face the bartender, she restarted her order, “Um, I need a Johnny Walker Blue, a Malibu and Pineapple, and a Captain & Diet.”  She turned back to him and bowed, a sign for him to continue with his order.

“I’ll just take a Jameson,” Ivar told the bartender.  When he turned back to the woman, he noticed she had turned away from him and was looking at her phone.  As casually as he could, he leaned his head to the side to get a look at her full body.  She couldn’t have been more than 5’3”, even with the heel on those boots. She had a great complexion, the chartreuse wrap shirt with bell sleeves brought the olive tones out in her caramel skin and softened her chocolate eyes.  And of course, Ivar wondered how in the hell did a woman with an ass and hips that size and a waist that small, found jeans that fit.  He found himself raising his brow at the thought.   

This was awkward.  He wanted to say something to her, but she didn’t seem to notice that he was even standing there.  He couldn’t remember a time in recent history when a woman didn’t notice him, or when he had to start a conversation. What exactly was he supposed to say, anyway?  If he wasn’t drunk or being pursued, he wasn’t quite sure how this was supposed to go.  

Just why wasn’t she trying to talk to him, anyway?  He looked good tonight, he just got his hair cut and this was a new shirt. The silver herringbone necklace and the pale blue of his shirt, made his eyes look more of a steel blue, which he thought was the most attractive on him.  He smelled good - he had taken some cologne out of his father’s bathroom and claimed it as his own.  It smelled good on his dad, so he knew it smelled good on him.  What the hell was this lady’s problem?

“I’m sorry, but I think I know you from somewhere.”  The woman spoke, pulling Ivar out of his head for a moment.  When he turned to face her, she was facing him with her hand on her hip and her brows were knitted together, as she tried to think. “Oh my God, that sounded like a line, didn’t it? I swear, it’s not. You just look so familiar.”

Ivar chuckled.  For a minute there he thought he was losing his touch.  “No, it doesn’t sound like a line at all.”  He easily rested his arm on the bar, as he turned to face her, shortening the distance them. “I’m sure I would remember meeting someone as beautiful as you before.” 

Her eyes widened uncomfortably, as she tried to take a half step back before she bumped into the stool next to her.  She turned to see what she had bumped into before turning back to him.  He was cute and all, but that’s not why she started talking to him.  What was with guys these days? “Aww, thanks. That’s really sweet, but…”

“I’m sure, not half as sweet as you are,” Ivar licked his bottom lip, and his long lashes blinked over his beautiful blue eyes, momentarily catching her off guard.  

“Oh, honey,” she dared to reach out and touch him.  Damn, he had a nice arm. She could feel the large expanse of his bicep flex under her hand as her fingers drummed against it, “I’m sure I have shoes older than you.” 

Ivar shrugged.  What did that have to do with anything?  “You’re only as old as you feel…”

“Hey,” Another masculine voice came from behind them, followed by a swift smack to the back of Ivar’s head, “you buying for everyone?” Ivar rolled his eyes before he turned around to face his brother. Narrowing his eyes at the older, taller man, he cursed the fact that they were related. 

“Oh. My. God!”  The woman next to Ivar said shifting her weight to one hip with a huge smile on her face. If Ivar thought she was pretty before, she was absolutely beautiful when she gave a genuine smile. “Bjorn Ragnarsson?” 

“Soli?”  Bjorn made this weird groaning sound as he bent down and picked the small woman up from the floor, wrapping her in a bear hug.  “Oh my, God!  I haven’t seen you in forever.  How have you been?”

Who the hell was this woman and how the hell did she know his brother? Ivar stood back watching the scene unfold and tried to stop his lip from curling. “I’m good!  We just moved back a little over a year ago.  How are you, BJ?  How’s your family?”

“We’re good.  My parents are still in the neighborhood.”  Bjorn tried his best not to smile at the look on Ivar’s face, “Everybody else is doing fine.  And I see you’ve found Baby Ivey here?”’ 

“Nooooooo!” she shrieked, cheeks turning red, “This is Baby Ivey?” She held her hand down by her knee to the height she remembered him as a toddler, then looking up at the sexy man that towered over her now, “Little Ivar Ragnarsson…well fuck me.  That’s why you look so familiar.”  This time she patted his thigh in what she hoped was in a platonic fashion. “I know you don’t remember me, but I was really good friends with your sister.”  She chuckled when he shook his head, “I think you went to school with my son, too. Miguel Larson.” 

Miguel Larson?  Who the hell was Miguel Larson?  The only Larson he knew from high school was this annoying, skinny kid who was into anime… “Wait, Mani Larson?”  No fucking way.  Did she just nod?  She was Mani Larson’s mom?  Mani Larson was only like two years younger than him.  What was happening here?  There was no way in hell that this woman had a kid his age.  

“Yeah, bro.  Me, Soli & Gyda all went to high school together.  She even turned me down when I asked her to my senior prom.” Bjorn placed his hand over his heart and pouted his lip as if he was hurt.  

Shaking her head, Soli reached over and squeezed Bjorn’s chest as he flexed under his shirt for her.  She opened her mouth in shock and appreciation, “Oh, my God.  I know right?  How drunk was I? What the fuck was wrong with me?”

Could Bjorn’s grin get any bigger?  He was enjoying this.  He could read Ivar’s body language from upstairs when he saw him at the bar.  He just knew from the way he was standing down there, that instead of being upstairs with the family, his brother was trying to push up on some girl at the bar. That’s the only reason that he came downstairs to fuck with him.  But, not only did Bjorn get to run into an old friend, he also got to cock-block his little brother. The gods were smiling on him today. “Soli and Gyda were cheerleaders when I was on the football team.”

“How is Gyda?” Soli asked, turning to the bar to push her drinks closer to her and slide the bartender her credit card.  She missed the little eye exchange between the brothers in the process.

Bjorn turned around to scan the raised platforms where the pool tables were, “She’s here, actually.  We come here for our weekly pool game.  She would die to see you.”

“Okay.  Let me take this stuff over to my girls, and I’ll come up and find you guys in a few.”  Hugging him one more time and squeezing his arms for good measure, Soli shook her head in disbelief, “I can’t believe I ran into you, BJ.  It’s so good to see you.”  She turned around to face Ivar who was standing there watching his brother and what he had hoped was going to be his conquest for the evening chatting it up like two girlfriends, “It was nice to see you again, too, Ivar.”  She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed for him, or humiliated for herself, at the moment. 

“Yeah, you too, Mrs. Larson.”  Mrs. Larson…what the fuck?  He just wanted to leave out the bar and come back in to start the night over.

She held up a finger to him to stop him from calling her that hideous name, “I haven’t been Mrs. Larson in a very long time.  I’m just Marisol,”  She tilted her head in such a way that her hair covered part of her face hiding her blush. “But you can call me, Sonni, or Soli.  Whatever,” she shrugged, and tucked her top lip between teeth at the sight of his smile.    

Why were they making these young boys so goddamn cute these days? If they didn’t stop, or if she didn’t get laid soon, she was going have to call the people on herself.  She had known this boy when he was an infant.  

That meant he was around her son’s age, and Mani was what 21-22? So Ivar was born right around the time she graduated from high school?  That was illegal somewhere, right?  Yeah, he was of age. But, whose age?  Mani’s? Oh that was just nasty.  

What the hell did she have in common with a boy that young? Hot, sweaty, animal sex… but other than that?  She was so past that stage in her life.  

No, what she was going to do was go back to her table and enjoy her happy hour, and just before she left for the night, she would go up and see Gyda. She would be staying far the fuck away from this little snack, right there.  She was not going to allow herself to think about whether or not he was old enough to have chest hair, yet, or what that clean-shaven face felt like rubbing against her thighs. 

Ivar could have sworn he swore he saw Soli blush, as she collected her drinks and made her way back to her corner of the lounge.  What in the hell just happened?  Fucking Bjorn, “You dick,” Ivar grabbed his drink and followed behind his brother up the stairs, “What the fuck was that?  She turned me down for the prom…”

Bjorn laughed his way up toward the three tables he and his siblings commandeered.  “You big mad, bro?”  He grabbed his little brother by the shoulders and squeezed lovingly.  Parading Ivar in front of his siblings, he patted his cheek like a child, “I did you a favor.  She would break your heart, balls, and everything else. That, my friend, is not for you.” He turned Ivar to face the direction of Soli’s table, of which they had a clear view. “Guys, Lil’ Man here, thinks he can handle Marisol Peña,”  Bjorn pointed in the direction of the petite, curvy brunette, dancing at the table, sipping on a cocktail through a straw.

“Sonni? My Marisol?” Gyda asked, turning to look at Ivar, “Ivey, Sonni’s my age.”

Bjorn nodded, “Exactly. That, is a grown-ass woman.  You, are still a young Thunder Cat.”

“You sure about that?”  Were they all fucking crazy?  Did they know about him? There was a reason he earned the moniker Ivar “The Boneless” in college: when his third leg came out, that shit was 100% pure muscle! If he was given the chance, he would fuck that forty-something-year-old woman back into her twenties. “Just because you ain’t never had no game, don’t mean that I don’t.”

“Bitch, please,” Bjorn said picking up his beer taking a big swallow. “You ain’t had pussy, since it had you.”

Ivar could feel himself getting irritated. It was Bjorn’s fault that he was sitting up there being heckled by them instead of at the bar still talking to Soli.  Plus, he hated when he was the butt of their jokes and they were all laughing at him. Even Hvitserk was smiling around his hot wings, and he could tell Ubbe was trying to keep a straight face. The only one who wasn’t laughing was Gyda, but she was too busy shooting Bjorn a look that pleaded with him to stop teasing him.    

“Beege…you married every bitch you fucked.  That ain’t game, brah.  That’s being a whipped, bitch.”  Ivar raised his glass to his brother before slamming the entire drink down his throat. “Now are we gonna play or what?”  Grabbing a pool cue off the wall rack, and rolled his eyes. “I’m calling game…Ubbe? You feel like getting your ass beat?” 

For the rest of the night, he tried to act disinterested in what was going on at the table below them, but the truth was every so often, he found himself glancing down to the floor to see if she was still down there or if she was finally on her way up to where they were sitting.  There were quite a few times where they caught each other’s eye, peeking over the railing to see if what the other one was doing.  Each time it happened, they would both smile and turn away.

Ivar didn’t know what it was about her that had him so interested. Maybe it was because no one thought that he could, or maybe it was just because she was beautiful.  Whatever it was, she was a challenge, and he liked it.  This wasn’t going to be the last time Ivar talked to Soli.  He was going to make sure of that.

Alright, so there you have it.  That’s how we they met.  I know, it was just enough to wet your whistle, but I’m just going to let you chew on that tasty little tidbit for a minute. You know I gotta leave you wanting to come back for more, honey...

But seriously, though, I gotta run.  But, we’re going to talk again soon. I gotta tell you about what happened when Marisol told her son that she ran into Ivar. Chiiiillllleeee....  

Master List

Chapter 2

Tags: @youbloodymadgenius @idea-garden @kol--mikaelson @mooniemouse @didiintheblog @waiting4inspiration @tempt-ress @where-beauty-goes-to-die @crazyaboutmotleycrue @oddsnendsfanfics @geekandbooknerd @ivarthebloodyking @honestsycrets   @xbellaxcarolinax  @zuxiezendler @inforapound​  

[mamavocado]

WANTED PLOTS

Hello, I’m Rain/Rae (she/her). I’ve been doing the RP thing for at least a decade now. I haven’t been super active on tumblr as of late, but I am looking for more discord RPs so I’m back (sorta). I’m semi-selective and only looking to write with people 25 and up, with a preference for para/multi-para replies, but quality over quantity. Hoping to keep something going long term. I want a partner I can chat with ooc, share headcanons and plot with. I’ll probably send you pics of my kids, you can show off your dog or art or whatever. This is a hobby not a jobby, I won’t harass you for replies, and hopefully you won’t either.

Below the cut are plots or pairings I’m interested in exploring. That’s not to say I’m not open to other ideas, more a jumping off point for us. Hit me up if you’re intrigued! Or if you prefer just like or reblog this post and I’ll send you a message.

PLOT BUNNIES

Slice of Life plots. Give me: Long term couples with kids who are having doubts. Single parent falling for their kid’s nanny. Two people who travel for work often and the occasional run in turns into the occasional hook-up and now they’re coordinating lay-overs but they never discuss their home lives. Hook-ups with emotional pining. Slow burn and break my heart. 

Spy Thriller! Protégée/Mentor, rival assassins, or some other idea you want to throw my way. High tech gadgets, raised to be a weapon, mysterious backstories, contacts and safe houses around the world, secret codes, every interaction dripping with sexual tension but not an ounce of trust. ((Give me all the tropes, a dash of international intrigue, and let’s take down a human trafficking ring or two! Open to just playing BuckyNat, Clintasha, or Romanogers too.))

Muse A is an archaeologist, top name in their field. Muse B is a linguist at the dig site, on hand for translation assistance having grown up in the area. When Muse A uncovers a strange artifact Muse B quickly discovers this is only the first clue that leads the pair on an exciting adventure. But is everything as it seems or is there ancient magic at work? ((This could go in so many directions, historical treasure hunt, a mission from the gods, an Indiana Jones-esqu adventure, Let’s figure it out together!))

I’ve always wanted to try a plot where we each create a character, but keep them a secret from each other, essentially go into the RP blind. We can keep it simple with a new neighbors plot or ride share road trip arranged on Craigslist like it is 2007. I imagine we could each bring in a few (secret) plot drops that drag up something from our character’s past or disrupt the status quo with an accident, we can pull those at random as the RP goes on to keep things from getting stale. ((Okay, I’ve done this twice now and it’s a blast! Please pick this up you won’t be disappointed.))

Muse A is a reaper/angel of death working alone for a millennia and perfectly content with the status quo, Muse B was supposed to die but instead simply walked through the veil and didn’t move on. Turns out this is starting to happen around the world with no explanation. Suddenly Muse A finds themself working with a partner as they both try to uncover the reason the dead are locked out of the afterlife. Muse B is processing their “death”, what they’ve left (or gained), and where they’re going next. ((Come plot this out with me! Let’s talk philosophy, world religions, the afterlife, and grumpy grim reapers))

Ask me about Arabella Figg.

FANDOMS:

I’m equally happy to create OCs or write characters from a couple fandoms. I mostly stick to writing HP and Marvel, I’m open to anything from rewriting Endgame to a Raising Harry Wolfstar, additionally any of the above plots could be a starting point. Honestly, if you wish it I’m probably game. I’m DYING to write Natasha.

Come and chat! We can compare ships and preferred characters and figure out what we want to write together.

MISCELLANEOUS WORD VOMIT:

LGBTQ+ friendly. I’m 31 and will only write with 25+. No triggers but I’ll be mindful of yours. Smut or FTB your pick. I’m open to multiple threads and multiple characters. Only looking for Discord threads at this time. Poly ships a plus.

[askmymylittleponyocs]

Update: Sprucing up the tumblr blog with better navigation tags.

I got a new code for this tumblr blog and since I have alot of ocs , i decided to make a page into the blog as a “My MLP OC List” so that way if i have no room to get every MLP OC along with my Next Gen characters as well, it’ll be all in there.

Thankfully for this blog design theres 4 Navigation sections with 4 link buttons, one of the 4 will have thats Next Gen focused. I am working on my Next gens, just lately for the past 3-4 years its been very slow going but i feel its cause of mix of depression, and dealing with a shitty toxic friend that i wish i never was friends with to begin with. so me and my friends wouldnt have to deal with their pathetic toxic attitude and actions they have done.whats done is done though.

I am planning to do fan art of MLP as well, even though G4 is over but it only is over if you let it be over. know what im saying? MLP has been apart of my life since i was a kid, 8 year old me was introduced to MLP Gen 3 and my dad introduced me to the first MLP animation episodes of Gen 1. it only made me love the MLP series as a whole even more. 

MLP will never die nor will i ever tire from the franchise and the shows. i will love it all to pieces and will never let it go. I am sad that my ponysonas have changed over a while from one pony to another and another and another...but i feel its because i was struggling so badly at what would my ponysona be.

this is coming from me who hates herself to a big degree, and i am trying to find myself. i did manage to FINALLY settle on one oc i designed completely which is now my forever main ponysona Rainbow doodledrops. 

I do have a fanfiction idea that she’ll be a focus in that the mane 6 ends up being involved and I really do hope it goes well, because i plan to make a comic of it one day. Im no professional writer but- hopefully it’ll go well. i may need some help of proof reading. hopefully i get some help with it.

I do have another fanfiction idea which for the Next Gens. alot of people have named their Next gens like pandoraverse and much more. Im not sure what the name should be but maybe harmony verse or something. theres probably so many next gen names im not even sure which isnt even taken. maybe do harmony rain or something. if anyone has any ideas you guys can let me know. ;w;

thought i update you guys on this. plus looking at the ask arts ive done as responses god THE ART IS BAD. BLEH. especially with rose/sweet delight. yeah thats a huge ass confusion and im so sorry XD im still working with it. i do have a interesting story with sweet delight and rose which will be a fanfiction in itself which we journey together with sweet to find out the mysteries behind her and rose. especially why is rose even in sweets body to begin with.

I also have been updating most of my ocs designs up and hopefully you guys will like it. right now just sprucing up the tumblr blogs profile down and get everything set up. i’ll show you guys the blog once its finished :3

All the asks i havent answered THOSE WILL BE ANSWERED I PROMISE. I havent touched them- nor deleted them. i planned on responding them for sure. im so sorry for the wait and i thank you guys for your patience. i wanted to at least give you guys good quality stuff here. ^^

[joiedecombat]

Allo! Maia D3, G2. Toshi F4 (or any of the other domestic questions, lmao)

D3: How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

There is no death, there is only the Force.

In a general sense, death holds no dread for Maia. Everything that lives will die eventually; when her time comes, she will (she hopes) become one with the Force as Master Orgus and many others before her have done. There’s nothing scary about that.

In theory.

In practice, well, context is everything.

The very few times she’s been faced with the immediate prospect of her own death - I am thinking most particularly of taking Arcann’s lightsaber through the gut halfway through KotFE, and the endgame of KotET - Maia clung to life with tooth and nail. Because while death itself doesn’t scare her, the thought of dying with work unfinished, with people relying on her to pull through, with evil that will be left to act unchecked if she falls... that’s something she can’t deal with.

She’s got a lot to lose these days. I think if she were faced with a situation where she’s going to die and there is no possible way to save herself - or if the only way to survive would involve doing something against her personal sense of morality - she would fall back on the Jedi Code to comfort herself and try to meet her end with dignity.

How well she’d succeed is a different question.

G2: Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?

FUNNY STORY...

When I made most of my SWTOR characters, I didn’t establish much of any backstory for any of them. Maia especially, as a Jedi, I figured was sent to the Temple at a young enough age that she wouldn’t remember much of anything about her family. It was only well after the fact that it occurred to me that she and my Trooper were close enough in appearance that they could be sisters... and then when I got around to making a Smuggler, the whole concept clicked in my head. One of those BACKSTORY UNLOCKED! moments.

These days I am pretty sure Maia was born on Coruscant and has blood relatives living there. I’m not sure if her parents are still alive, but she has two older sisters, one a soldier in Republic Special Forces (Greeneyes), one an independent starship captain (Raine). Both of them remember the baby sister who was strong enough in the Force that she was handed over to the Jedi as a little girl. 

Maia still doesn’t remember anything much about any of this, though. Her family is the found family she accumulated along the course of her travels: Kira and Doc and Teeseven, Theron, Lana and Koth and Senya. 

One of these days maybe she’ll find out that she has siblings. I kind of suspect that Theron will go digging into records and such sooner or later, if nothing else. But I don’t think her blood relations will ever supersede the bonds she’s forged with her companions.

Also now Satele is her mother-in-law and that’s A LITTLE TERRIFYING. So far to the best of my knowledge she’s been off the grid so Maia hasn’t had to figure out who gets to break the news, but that's a conversation she's definitely not looking forward to having.

F4: How clean are they overall with home upkeep?

Toshi’s pretty good about keeping his living space clean and in order, mostly because right now his living space is his ship and if you don’t pay attention to upkeep you’re asking for an unpleasant death out in the void somewhere.

Also personal cleanliness is important to him, and that extends to his immediate surroundings. He stays pretty tidy, though his system for “putting things away” doesn’t always map to anyone else’s sense of where things ought to be put away.

BONUS F10: Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

He passes the time composing terrible, horrible, no good, very bad poetry. Seriously, it’s awful. He doesn’t fool himself he’s actually any good, but he still enjoys it. 

Sometimes when he’s been up all night finishing a piece, he wakes Mako up in the wee hours of the morning to recite it to her. 

Somehow she hasn’t actually tased him for doing this. Yet.

Thank you for indulging me, friend ❤️