#in truth

[vicciouxs]

@tricoufamily duo challenge !! meet arlo and asher🐎

dynamic: the gruff loner and the child they've somehow adopted genre: western & crime

s i m⠀o n e : ARLO KELSEY [ 35 yo ] ⠀trait: kind ⠀hair: ginger and medium length ⠀extra: scars

‼️ Arlo is a former police inspector whose career went down the drain after being accused of stealing evidence in a murder case.

s i m⠀t w o : ASHER MURRAY [ 12 yo ] ⠀trait: mean ⠀hair: ginger and medium length ⠀extra: freckles

‼️ After the strange death of his mother, Asher has no choice but to move in with his uncle in Chestnut Ridge.

[phantombre]

Oh, man, here's loverboy:

God, that's a lot of dialogue...

I said I would use the Dio outfit. Well... mostly. I didn't want to straight up copy it, so I simplified and tweaked it to fit my style. Such an excellent outfit, though...

I'll be honest, Smitten was actually my least favorite for the longest time. (Yes, even surpassing Broken at one point.) One, he was just generally annoying, talking way too much. Two, his reaction to the deconstructed Damsel (him calling her "perfect" after demonstrating zero agency for herself) was particularly disturbing to me.

And then I played the Thorn...

And I heard the best line in the game. No contest. That line lives rent-free in my brain. I think about it at least once a week.

That version of The Look conversation is my personal favorite. I am just so curious about Hunted in particular. Who, and when, and where, and...? (If it's Cheated, I know someone who's gonna explode.) Also, I know Smitten wasn't a part of that original conversation, but he did spawn from it, so...

I kinda wished I did more with his berserk side (you know, after you kill the Princess), but I think it might be better when I get to Cold... Oh the ideas I have with that...

I've nicknamed him Rome. A bastardized version of Romeo, mostly because I didn't want to use Romeo. Too cliché. Also, Rome is a pretty romantic city, or so I've heard.

Alrighty. This took longer than I expected. Time was not on my side this week. That, and I was working on a few other projects alongside this one. One of which is another voice that some might have already seen... hmm... Another is something of an introduction. I feel like I just sorta... appeared suddenly in this community. Completely out of the blue. So I wish to properly introduce myself in a future post. Hope y'all like that. :)

Some other guys:

Narrator

Hero

Cheated "Jack"

Hunted "Frisky"

Broken "Fred"

[wiirocku]

3 John 1:4 (NKJV) - I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.

[genderfluidsgetguns]

I just said "I love you" as a way to say goodbye to a person I know doesn't love me back AMA

[childotkw]

Loved the new chapter of CS - always a treat to get an update 💛

Recently I’ve been really obsessed with the idea of domestic Hadrian and Tom, later in their lives after all this craziness in their courting years. Could you perhaps share your thoughts or write a snippet of a scene you could imagine? As the creator I feel you’d have the best vision!

Aaaaayyyyyy thank you!! And sure! I need something sweet to combat all the sour that's about to rain down on them 😂

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Hadrian woke with a soft grunt, burrowing his head into the pillow to escape the sunlight that was doing it's damn best to reach into his skull and burn his brain.

He was foiled when the thick blanket was unceremoniously stolen from him.

"No," he whined, muffled, curling up instinctively. The cold air brushed over the bare skin of his back and made him shiver violently.

"Get up," Riddle demanded.

Hadrian shoved himself up on his elbows grumpily, squinting at the man. His expression went dismayed. "For the love of all things good why are you already dressed?"

"Because unlike you, I have a schedule to keep to." Riddle tossed the blanket onto the foot of the bed, far from Hadrian's reach.

Hadrian eyed it, sluggish mind calculating the distance and speed he would need to move to reclaim it. He collapsed back down when he realised it would be too much.

"I resent the implication that I don't do anything important enough to have a schedule," he muttered, rubbing roughly at his face. Now that Riddle was here, it would take death for him to get another five minutes of sleep.

Five minutes, because that was all Riddle would allow him before dragging his soul back into his husk of a body kicking and screaming.

Because he was a cruel, evil man and Hadrian hated him.

He told him as much. Riddle gave him the most unimpressed look Hadrian had ever received - which was admirable given Hadrian had lived with Lily Potter for most of his life. He didn't say that though, because Riddle always got defensive when the topic of either of their mothers came up.

"Gods, we have so many issues," Hadrian whispered, sliding from the bed finally. Riddle raised an eyebrow but graciously let Hadrian keep the comment to himself.

"We have a brunch to get to," Riddle said instead, shooing Hadrian towards the bathroom as he split off to go to the wardrobe.

"Oh, heavens forbid we're late to brunch," Hadrian gasped, stepping through the door and beelining for the shower. "The sky would surely fall if we upended your precious daily organisation."

"You think you're funny, but you're showing your age with remarks like that," Riddle called.

Hadrian, stripped fully and under the flow of hot water, stared balefully at the beautiful tiled pattern because his partner was unfortunately out of sight. "Good!" he shouted back. "It'll remind everyone that your fucking someone young enough to be your grandson!"

Riddle appeared in the doorway, his face flatter and less expressive than a corpse's. Hadrian smiled guilelessly and tipped his head back to wet his hair.

All told, it wasn't the worst start to a day that they've had.

[sysboxes]

What was that reblog notif i got

u saw nothing I swear

[theimpalatales]

Amidst all the hype for DD: Born Again (which I am so so pumped for and praying fervently that it's good) I can't help but feel this is super scummy of Disney...

Again, super hyped and don't mean to be negative or harsh anyone's vibe, but I do think this is something we as a fandom should be discussing/aware of, particularly amidst news of all the former cast/crew coming back to DD: Born Again. Like, why isn't it a continuation of Daredevil/just season 4? What is the purpose of it being a 'new' show that just so happens to allow them to issue season 1 contracts to crew...

(And again, I'm so so happy they are joining the 'new' show and I wouldn't have it any other way... just wish that this didn't feel like a scam against the creatives who worked on the show that we all fell in love with to begin with.)

[granitenotgranted]

yo yo yo here to encourage hyperfixations, thoughts on Rick calling Morty lil junebug?

Huh? Me? Oh yeah dude, I was totally normal about that. Thanks for asking.

[splynter]

Needles, do you want to ascend?

NRD: I doUbt im fitting foR Ascension anyHow

Send any new asks to @nrd-answers

[cheese-anon-real]

Yo.. Just realized because of the weird convoys you be having with Dante, he has put you in his pinned others..

We made it guys

hehe, yep!

[on-poetry]

What does your process look like?

I immerse myself in life's strangeness and let my pen handle the rest

[kepesktribe]

I had the sudden urg for a new temp glam last night based on an anime or game character. After lots of failed attempts choosing a character to recreate, here is Gunji from Togainu no Chi. (With Sorrel as an unsuspecting victim in the background.)

Can't believe I took the time to edit in the tattoos in MS Paint though. Love how the dogtags and chest tattoo turned out. (Mad I couldn't find a good hood of striking, though. So I couldn't do claws with the aiming hat.)

And here is the origional:

[zmeydeva-arch]

i keep writing aus where zoya gets entombed... or is forced to live underground or legit anywhere far away from the sky like i truly love to torture a girl with a WELL documented vitamin d deficiency like this

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.