#it makes sense if i colour them in but im lazy

[wyrmswears]

guys called simon with black hair and a white streak and went all fucked up trying to protect a little girl

[saewokhrisz]

have u ever talked anywhere about your coloring or composition processes? u are honestly one of my favorite artists and i would love to hear any insight on how you make pieces 💓

wahh thank you TTT !!! I did sorta give a very simplistic answer here but it was more of my simpler sketchy style so lemme redo that, ill try to be consise and make this understandable ?? its a bit hard cuz it honest to god depends on what Kind of piece im even drawing, cuz for some i go the whole length of doing lineart flats and all that, others i just just fuck around untill it looks right?

i do usually start with a rough sketch or colour draft, especially with more compley pieces this helps with figuring out the feel, honestly i should spend more time drafting properly, figuring out poses and such but im so lazy i just go w the first thing that looks good

then just lines over the colour draft, fixing lots of anatomy and proportion stuff, and depending on how i wanna do the colours ill either keep the colour layers or merge them together and have the edited colours as the base colour (this might not even make sense help)

see this piece at the time gave me an insane ammount of trouble with lighting and colours, so after trying to render i ended up merging everything together....which i dont USUALLY do but the rendering is pretty similar except usually i have colours be seperated by layer,

ANYWAYS sadly i dont have a process on how it got from flats to this specific render for this piece...but i still followed my initial drafts/plans with vibe and colours and just painted over it, its why i make it after all!

but honestly a lot of times its just very simple colours and just trying to mainting good contrast and values !!!! and THEN fucking around with colours and rextures, for other pieces i kinda just paint as i go? i have this timelapse of my justice piece that may be a bit more help!

it includes the initial colour draft, the cleanup/lining process, flats, rendering, and all that so its probs the most accurate timelapse of my morecomplex work processes, with stuff that doesnt include heavier backgrounds, which is a whole OTHER topic honestly

im sorry if i cant explain it more cohesively, i genuinely barely know what im doing most times and go by muscle memory and stuff i Know but cant. Explain? like i know how light and folds work since i observed and studied them but i cannot put it into words at all )--)0

my brushes also contribute a lot to how i render and colour, depending on what i use, you can find the swatches for them here !

[your-ghoul-pal]

Carved In Softness

Pairing: Aether x (transmale)reader Warnings: Selfharm, implied (child) sa Wordcount: 2.4K Tags: (on ao3 (im too lazy to copy them)

A/N: This is a pretty heavy fic so pls do not read it if you cannot deal with the subjects.

Read on AO3

Nothing exactly brought me to this point, I would like to think it was a stacking of problems over time. But yet here I was, pathetically seeking release in the wrong ways.

The cold from the blade in my hand travelled through my hand into the rest of my body, I let the small blade dance between my fingers. Hoping it would distract me from creating more lines among the ones already decorating my body. My senses are at maximum, the birds outside the coloured window almost sounding like cannons in my ears. My breathing was heavier than I can ever remember, I could feel my blood rush through my body, filling my arms and legs. Waiting to get their escape. To receive their sweet release from the prison that was my body.

Slowly I hold the blade properly and drag it over my thigh. The sound of the blade dragging through skin and hair follicles makes the hairs on my body stand up. I see small bubbles of red pile on the lines, before they get too heavy and gravity dragged them down creating small streams of red that puddled onto the floor.

Line after line appears, my breathing doesn’t slow down. However the feeling of pain starts to take over and regret fills me, another failed attempt at getting better. you are such a fucking failure, this is why they did that to you While I keep decorating my body with more lines, tears slowly start to stream down my face.

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY A question I could never answer, every time it was pushed to the front of my brain I could feel his hands roam around my body. Taking in every inch, every inch I did not allow to.

I am brought back to reality by a rapping on my door. “Are you okay”

fuck it’s Aether. Why is it always him and his stupid quintessence that know something is wrong

“Is it okay if I enter” Aether said

Panicked, I look around, there was no way I could hide the lines that decorated my arms and thighs. Not from him. I just let my body hang, slumped against the cold stone wall. My brain started to think of excuses, but there was no excuse strong enough that could explain my current state; blooded, tear stained and breathing heavy.

“You are not answering, I will just come in now. I give you 5 seconds” Aether spoke again.

New tears formed in my eyes, “5” I pull my legs up, my thighs and arms stinging in pain “4” the scabs opening again,”3” new blood slowly dripping down my body. “2” I let my head fall forward and rest against my knees. “1”. I clench my hand around the small blade.

I hear the door open. I curl up into myself more. “I’m sorry” I mutter out, over and over again while he carefully approaches me.

“Don’t worry little one” Aether whispers once he crouches down next to me, “there is nothing to be sorry about. I noticed distress coming from your room, that’s why I am here now.” His voice is soft.

“It’s stupid anyway, no need to worry. There is probably someone who needs you around more now.” I say, before a few choked sobs escape.

“I know it is not stupid, please let me help you” Aether says

Slowly I lift my head from my knees and look at Aether, tears still streaming down my face. “I’m sorry” I softly whisper again.

“What happened?” he quietly asks, nodding at the small puddles of blood around me. He reaches his hand out, but I stumble back, exposing the scars that decorate my body. “Oh sweetheart” he pulls his hand back.

Unsure of what to do, Aether stands up and wets a wash cloth, “Is it okay if I clean it?” he asks, turning back around. I softly nod, unfolding myself while Aether crouches down next to me again. “It may sting a little but I hope that is okay,” he says, carefully dragging the cloth along the streams of dried blood and forming scabs. I bite down on my lip, trying to ignore the pain. “I’m sorry but it is needed”

After a few minutes the wash cloth is covered in blood, but all the bleeding has stopped by now. “I’m sorry” I murmured yet again. “Do not be sorry little dove”, the pet name makes me fluster a bit, but I quickly return my attention to the room.

“I think I will just clean up the rest, I think others need you” I muttered.

“I am not leaving until I know you are truly fine, I care about you.” Aether explained calmly.

I let my head hang, “Why? Why do you care?” I whisper.

“My little bat, why wouldn't I care?” Aether reaches his hand out to lay on my shoulder but stops himself.

I stand up, trying to avoid his questioning gaze. “I don’t know, maybe because no one ever seemed to care about me, why would anyone do it now?”

“Maybe because you deserve to be cared for, the people in your past didn’t deserve you and they knew. Please let me be selfish and show how much I care about you. Even if it is for just a moment.” Aether whispers.

I finally look up at him, tears forming in my eyes again. A lump in my throat kept me from speaking, but my face told him enough. “Let it out, just let out all the emotion. I am here. I am not going to let you go.” Aether softly says, opening his arms to invite me for a hug.

I look at him, scared, unsure. He gives me a simple smile and nod and I basically fall into his arms, sobs wrecking my body. However the grip on the small blade in my hand loosens and it falls to the floor with a loud *clink*, my eyes widened. “What was that?” Aether asked, already turning to where the noise was. “N-nothing, don’t worry about it” I stutter out, my voice filled with fear. Aether turns his face to me, before turning back, his eyes darting over the floor until they stop on the small blade that lies behind him.

I stumble back as far as the small room allowed, looking in fear as Aether slowly picked up the bloodied blade. My heartbeat drowns out all noise around me, I can see Aether say something to me. My vision starts to blur from new tears, slowly I let myself sink to the floor again. “No no no no no no no no no” I keep repeating to myself, softly rocking myself back and forth. Aether crouches down next to me again. He places his hand on my shoulder, “Slowly in. Hold. And breathe out.” he repeats a few times while I try to calm down.

“I’m sorry” I keep muttering over and over again, “There is still no need to be sorry” Aether interrupts me. “Do you want to explain what brought you here?” he asks softly, holding the blade in his hand. “Because I am too weak” I answer shortly.

“You are not weak”

“I am too afraid to actually take action so I pathetically keep decorating my body in these ugly lines” I spew out gesturing at my body “But no matter what I do I can still feel them all over me, their handprints and words still burn every time. It has been years, why does it still hurt so much” I sobbed out. Aether sat quietly next to me, listening attentively. “I-I don’t know what to do, I do not want to feel their hands on me, ever again. I want the pain to stop. I want the memories to be gone. To never return. I just wanted to be liked, why did they do what they did?” sobs are now wrecking through my body. Aether carefully put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him.

“I don’t exactly know what they did but I wish to rip their throats out, how could they hurt such a beautiful man.” Aether said, balling his free hand. I smile faintly and lean more against him, enjoying the warmth his skin radiates. “But I hope you know you are safe now, no one here will hurt you. And if they do, they will have to deal with me.” Aether smiles at me.

“I know I am safe now but the past keeps haunting me” I sigh

“Can you make me a promise?” Aether whispers

I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him, before nodding softly.

“Whenever the past starts to haunt you come and find me, no matter what, where or when. Just come and find me and I will try my best to help, okay?”

“I will try” I say, laying my head against his shoulder again.

“I think it would be nicer to get off the floor, you’re freezing.” Aether says carefully, lifting my head off his shoulder. I huff but stand up nevertheless, only now I realise how cold the air hitting my body is. Aether already hands me my shirt that was laying randomly on the floor, I take it from him but don’t put it on. He looks at me confused before I motion at the state of my arms. “I think it may be an idea to wrap it up before the wounds open from my clothes” I state.

“Wait here, I’ll be back in a second” Aether leaves the bathroom, but not before quickly grabbing the abandoned blade. I look as he slides out of the bathroom door and I walk over to the mirror, I take in my body. The body that finally felt a bit like mine, my eyes darted to the two scars that decorate the underside of my pecs and I carefully trace my cold fingers over them, shivering at the feeling. Before my eyes dart over the new and old lines that decorate my arms, seeing them makes my heart ache for more, more pain my brain thinks it deserves. I close my eyes and let my body hang, why can’t my brain be kind to me for a minute

I hear the door open and Aether enters the room again, holding up some rolls of dressings. “Ready to be rolled in?” he jokes before placing one of the rolls on the sink. He motions for me to hold my arm up so I do, he carefully starts wrapping the dressing around it, constantly checking if it isn't too tight. Once he finished the first arm he motioned for me to give the other arm, which he also carefully wrapped.

When both my arms were wrapped he gave a gentle pat on both my shoulders before handing he grabbed the shirt of the sink “arms up”. I complied and he slid the shirt over my arms and torso, “I think that is better, I couldn’t find enough dressings to also do your legs, but I think sweats would be a safe enough option? Definitely since these” he says, pointing at the jeans that laid on the floor, covered in blood,”may not be the best idea.”

“Yeah, I suppose so” I answer him shortly, still shivering as I started to realise how fucking cold it was now that I wasn’t high on adrenaline any more.

Aether slipped out of the bathroom, “there is no one in the hallway, you can come out.” I walked into the hallway and whispered “Aether, guess what? I am trans” before laughing at my own joke. He sighed and walks to my dorm, I quickly follow him and open the door.

My room was also rather small but it fit a bed, desk, dresser and still have enough space to go about. I walk to my bed and grab the sweats laying on it that I use as pyjama pants. Carefully I drag the sweats up my legs, hoping to not rub off any scabs. Aether looks at the little book collection I have on my dresser, “oh this is such a good book” he says grabbing one of them and turning to me so I can see which book he is holding. “What’s the T? By Juno Dawson?” I ask him, raising my eyebrow.

“It was very informative when you lend it to me” Aether huffs, placing the book back onto the dresser. “Anyway, how are you doing now?”

“I am doing better than about half an hour ago, thank you” I smile at him “I am much colder though”

Aether steps towards me and now we stand only a mere few centimetres from each others face, “Well, I am not opposed to snuggling up and watching a movie” he smiles.

“Sure, if you can pick a movie in less than half an hour” I poke at him.

“Okay, bet”

“Bet” I answer and he grabs his phone to find a movie. I walk over to my desk and grab my laptop before sitting down on the bed. Aether sits down next to me and I see him scrolling through a long list of movies, ranging all over the place. This will be interesting.

“I think I got one” “Which one is it?” “It’s a surprise” he smiles mischievously, to which I roll my eyes.

Aether lean up against the headboard and I lean against his chest, my laptop on my lap. Aethers arms stretch around me while he searches up the movie. I decided to not look at the screen so I am staring at the stars I put above my bed.

“And voila” Aether says and I turn to look at the screen, “are you fucking kidding me?” I laugh “You decided that Shrek was the perfect movie? I mean I am not complaining, I just thought a bit higher of you” “Hey! Do not insult Shrek” he huffs. “Sure, sure. I won’t do it again” I saw, leaning my back more into his chest, as if I was trying to sink into him. The warmth of his skin in combination with his soft purring as well as being exhausted from an overwhelming day, make me slowly slip away. Aether softly wraps his arms around my chest and rests his head on my shoulder, still watching the movie while I pass out.

“Sleep well, little bat. I’ll be here to protect you whenever.” Aether softly whispers and that is the last thing before I fall asleep, having a peaceful sleep for the first time in weeks.

[hiemaldesirae]

experimenting w the colours i want for dyo

(unfiltered) versions of dyo/dante/vergil under the cut <- in that order

key features:

dyos hair sparkles w flame like vergils does but they dont have the bright blue freckles, dantes hair doesnt really resemble flames at all but since i was too lazy to actually draw what his hair wld look like its like. just normal hair. bit fluffy but not gravity defying and the blue is less bright

dantes wither seeps through their mask more than dyos does and since vergil isnt a wither at all he doesnt get wither lol

technically speaking vergil isnt supposed to have the wither hands at all but i forgot to remove them and im way too lazy to edit it . also idk if it wld make sense but i am still workshopping this design so anything goes ig

and ofc eye colours point out who it is too

(freckles and wither r a lot more prominent in drawing but id imagine its duller and harder to spot face to face)

also for general colour scheme, still sticking to the mc origins, dyos skin is more brown grey than it is blue grey bc i think the wither skeletons r like. charred corpses and not um, buried corpses w mold and stuff (???? like w the warden. i dont think jm explaining this right but like. ya)

[zealina]

saw this post by @inamagicalhallucination about atsushi drawing and wanted to contribute (long post)

atsushi's interest in drawing stems from finding pencils scattered in the orphanage and he starts scribbling mindlessly, usually in corners or places he knows people won't see

it provides a small sense of escapism for him as it allows him to zone out and not think about anything

eventually someone rats him out and he's forced to stop

he rediscovers his hobby when ranpo tasks him with getting candy and he to the newsagency for a specific kind of candy and spots a fancy colour by number book

atsushi flips through it and discovers it centres around colouring pretty landscapes from around the world, which encourages him to find a cheap coloured pencil kit and some paper

then he starts off by drawing random places he finds pretty, be it some park or a sunset he saw

it takes him some time to get used to colours and how to blend them, but he manages

eventually he starts incorporating animals into his drawings (especially cats or insects that are around)

at some point he wants to improve on his skills so he focuses on close ups of scenes, animals or scenes with lots of objects in it, and he especially loves colouring places or objects that are vivid in colour over dark things

once he's more confident he starts to buy better pencils and higher quality paper to experiment with, and even tries a different type of style of drawing before he realises he likes drawing in realism the most

atsushi doesn't tell anyone about his hobby (he presumes ranpo knows but doesn't care, and he thinks dazai knows but this isn't confirmed by either of them), but the first person who finds out and asks him about it is kyouka, who finds a half finished drawing on his bed when she was cleaning

after hearing kyouka ask enough about his drawings ("you don't have to show me, but i'd love to see your drawings" translates to "i will be really offended if you don't eventually show me your drawings"), he caves and reluctantly shows some

kyouka then immediately asks if he can draw her and he bottles up and says no (politely since it's atsushi) before saying he's going on a walk

she apologises when he returns and atsushi accepts and the topic is dropped, but not without atsushi feeling a little guilty about making his hobby a big deal

time passes and atsushi decides to draw kyouka on a whim when they visit a park together (she's the only person who he feels comfortable openly drawing around) but doesn't show her until they return back to their dorm

she accepts it happily and gives him a hug which takes atsushi a few seconds to process before he accepts the hug

from then on, kyouka becomes a reoccurring figure in his art and every so often she'll appear in the background and he'll always give the ones kyouka appears in to her

kyouka always praises his work and hugs him (which has atsushi blushing everytime)

i might post a part 2 but im too lazy rn lol

[cringelordofchaos]

(copied from my own comment on the "TMF ADHD Jake Sterling" video because I'm way too lazy to write it all down again. this is in relation to the HC of him having ADHD that I will self project onto :)))

ADHD Jake Sterling thoughts

I LOVE THIS

Ok while him spacing out often could very much be explained by just the situation he was put in, it could also be adhd. But he zones out a _lot_ and its worth pointing out. Hes barely paying attention to his surroundings lol

Hes also very passionate about stuff to the point of obsessions to the point of people making fun of him for it (like with daisy and music (yes you can hyperfixate on people)), most people with adhd have hyperfixations and such (obviously neurotypical people can too, just pointing it out)

Ive also heard of someohe saying he could have RSD (rejection sensitive dysphoria). People with adhd oftentimes struggle with RSD. Rsd can make some people be really anxious when it comes to having to deal with rejection or others negative opinions on them to the point of extreme insecurity. This can make people with rsd people pleasers as well and feel guilty almost all the time. People with adhd are much more likely to have rsd. Of course jake could be neutotypicsl snd his rsd might be very well be explained by his backstory, but like ive said before, i just wanted to point it out. But him havig rsd kinda makes sense considering how hes so afraid of asking daisy out and stuff, and also how he was so guilty of what hes done (of course these things could very well be explained by other factors)

He also sometimes sort of.. misses social cues?? Or like,, be generally oblivious. For example, when he talked about losing milo in the soup isle, he didnt seem to realize it wasnt funny to others at first. Also because in episode 11 when hailey went ON to talk about how shes been thinking of Jakes apology and everything, and making it VERY clear that she understands jake and how she felt sbout his apology, he didnt tske the hint and instead hsd to ask for direct clarification to see if Hailey forgave him. This could be a mix of being spcially oblivious+ rsd. A,so i forgot to say: neurodivergent people, especially neurodiverse, often miss social cues snd have harder time socializing. So felt like it was worth pointing it out at least. Also idk if this is relevant st sll but hes a horrible liar lol

Also this is not related to him having adhd but just him being neurodivergent. And its about him having hallucinations. This might be very far fetched but he mightve hallucinated those three guys in episode eleven to be drew henry and liam for a brief second when they werent?? Or im looking top much into it and he simply thought it was them because he didnt see them properly and they had the same hair colours. Idk

Another thing is emotional dysregulation/being more prone to emotional outbursts. I think Milly shows this well but jake might have it as well?? He did get really angry suddenky at episode nine, and he does seem to get really excited when it comes to music or daisy

Hes a bit impulsive, suggested by all the nonsense he spouted out in episode nine, because he didnt think straight, and he didnt think it through. This could also be a combination of emotional dysregulation as well. And just overall pressure he received

He also stims sometimes s bit though rarely (like in episode nine, episode eight and probably more)(though granted neurotypicals stim too)

Also his experiences of being bullied and being so lonely, and having to learn to mask yourself and pretend to be someone youre not in order to fit in.. i can definitely relate to that (and many ND people in general can as well).

Also i think TMF might be a nd allegory, seeing as the message of the show is practically to just BE YOURSELF and accept yourself and stuff which granted is a universal experience but its definitely more prevalent in nd and queer stories

(Sorry for all the grammatical errors! I wasnt too careful while typing this, i have butter fingers and autocorrect is currently not doing me much favours.)

Edit: hes also hyperreactice, which might be a part of hyperactivity

[namelessdeceased]

my return means i NEED a new pinned post like a returning king needs his servant (except im not a king im a peasant returning from illness scrambling for little breadcrumbs)

my actual pinned post DOWN THERE!!! ↓↓

𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 (𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡! 𝑝𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑)

call me theo (pronounced th-ee-oh). might update tho

he/him pronouns ONLY. please 😭

i'm definitely a minor. i'm turning 14 this year. be careful. (i'll update my age ofc)

DONT FLIRT WITH ME. i feel like that does not need to be said. dont do it tho

i'm pretty uncomfortable w obsessiveness, like stalking, yanderes etc

masc terms please 😭

i do still take moodboard/stimboard reqs!

divider credit to @.enchanthings on tumblr!

more info about me is below the cut

𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑠!

i have quite a few. im sorry 😪

im having a name conflict rn. call me theo. maybe ren.

he/him. no honorifics unless you have to/its a joke

trans boy! not transmasc like im a trans boy.

aroace i think

^ boyliker though. achillean i think, though i do just call myself gay. boys are fire

autistic 😪

intj, 4w5 last i checked but im not so sure

𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠!

first, music! have some 😁👍

𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠!

star next to it means my main interests

☆ astrophysics

☆ particle physics

psychology

fashion

most other science-related things

coding/robotics

studying culture (if that makes any sense)

𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! (𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑣, 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

bolded are the ones i mainly interact w

ensemble stars (crazy:b-P!!!)

vanitas no carte

horizon forbidden west/zero dawn

the goldfinch

bungo stray dogs

paper girls

the promised neverland

rick riordan universe

six of crows

probably a lot more but im way too lazy to rmb them all

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐!

bears in trees. FOR LIFE

midwest emo

dark ambient (nobody on youtube? GAS.)

the occasional lofi

lemon demon!!!

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖 𝑑𝑜!

i do like. a bunch of crap. but currently im very academic, im studying like all the time ever. maybe every month or so i'll post a vlog (will link probably). i love doing research on things people 10 years older than me are. projects on things like QGP or colour charge are fun.

𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒!

when two people love each other

nah its ok im fw you but like i do have a buncha lore.

i showed up a few years back and made some friends. some of said friends made me a little uncomfortable after some time and we drifted. i never touched tumblr again for a MINUTE. its now what. two and a half years later. im old and not caught up with the latest tumblr hahas. please educate your old man on your new kid slang

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠!

aint no way i spelled that right

i love almost every aesthetic. theyre all nice. currently im very dark academia though.

i still take moodboard/stimboard reqs if anyone still wants em!

dont be surprised if my texting style has changed, its been two years😁

IF YOU READ ALL THE WAY THANK YOU YOURE SO COOL AND EPIC AND AWESOME!!?🗣️🗣️

[fairycosmos]

i got word from my ex-boyfriend's host brother that he, quote, "never loved me, dated me bc he felt bad for me, regrets dating, hates me, and wants nothing to do with me". i held back tears on the bus and cried for 15 minutes when i got home, but then got hungry and made quiches. i told my parents about how stupid that was and my mom was like "he's probably lying because why'd he do all those things for you if he 'never loved you'?? and you tell me how lazy and addicted to video games he is to the point where his friends complain about it (you know it's bad when his friends complain about it), so why would he put that much effort for a month and a half?" so i was like no literally. my dad took the more intellectual approach and said "(your friend's dad) and i will go over to his house and beat him up. and we're going to make a sign that says '(ex-bf's name) = jerkface'. because he's being a huge jerkface."

anyways, i think i've finally moved on from this horrible break up and i mean it this time!!! if he keeps moving between "oh god i still love you so much please can we be friends i can't bear to lose you" and "i actually don't want anything to do with you i regret even meeting you GODDD" i don't think he's worth crying over anymore :)

WOW what the fuck is wrong with him!!!!! im with your mam like it really sounds like he's just saying that to hurt you / cope with himself and what he's done or whatever bc you truly don't invest that much time and energy and emotion into someone (esp as an introvert 😭) if you don't like them. i am so so sorry he has put you through this and i hope you don't internalise any of the negativity or insecurity from this relationship - i hope you move forward truly knowing that you are wonderful and that you did not deserve to be treated like that. im glad you have your parents there to support you as well - they sound very real like literally he is a jerkface and also a cunt. and though it might be hard to contend with the pain inside you your life will be infinitely better off without him now he's revealed his true colours. for real. the fact that he's even reverting back to the whole i love you thing after saying that shit to manipulate you into getting back with him?? yeah absolutely not he can fuck off. you've got it love - he is quite literally in every sense of the word not worth agonising over. mwah wishing you all the love and healing you deserve - and someone who treats you right. mwah x

[bleachification]

hiiii so i also want to start writing but i was wondering how do you do a post where you can link your stories and make a “master list” and all that good stuff? hope that makes sense :/

my masterlist literally caused me so much grief…

but it’s fairly easy just very time consuming😭😭 deadass havent updated my own in like 6 months. basically:

1. create your masterlist post (where all the lists to your posts are/fandom lists/character lists; depending on the size you want it to be)

2. hyperlink EVERYTHING. just copy the links of the fics and link it to the text inside the masterlist post. the symbol looks like this:

3. unless you have the patience (i really truly don’t), don’t do a bunch of fancy symbols and fonts and colours bc it’s so tiring having to redo them all)

… maybe im just lazy

anyway, hope this helped! if not, message me

[miyawaki]

hi how do u make ur live stage gifs so hq? i want to make gifts as well, esp for some underrated groups i follow but don’t know how 🥺 thank u thank u in advanced !!

thank you! and good question.... truth is i still make gifs that look bad so it mostly comes down to the individual stage. do you know how to make gifs in photoshop? because if you use a gif converter website its going to look bad no matter what.

i'm going to assume you are using photoshop and vaporsynth or avisynth but if you are a complete beginner then u gotta start by getting those first. u can dm me if u need help with that.

also if you're a beginner i would recommend starting with variety content from youtube rather than stages bc stages are pretty hard to gif. but i'll give u tips for stages anyway. just know i HIGHLY recommend giffing literally anything else first until you get the hang of it. when i started i also wanted to do stages and it just put me off giffing because i couldnt make them look good.

for live stages make sure you are using .ts files and not .mp3 files ripped straight from youtube. the quality is leagues better. you can find .ts files on kpop24hours.com and from people on twitter. k24 is good especially because it's an archive so its easier to find older stages on there than on twitter, but you need an account for it and they rarely accept new people so unless you have a friend with an account your best bet is on twitter. https://twitter.com/shrghkqud usually has .ts files for all the most recent music show performances. they are interlaced so make sure you pick these options in vaporsynth/avisynth:

idk how vs looks bc i use avi but i think its the same. you can also choose to add extra sharpening but i usually do that in photoshop. the first option basically means the video will be 60 frames per second and it'll process faster. you can pick qtgmc 60 slow and the quality will be a bit better but its not worth it for how long it takes to process. debilinear is to deinterlace the files, since they are almost always interlaced.

when you are in photoshop, make sure you sharpen and denoise the gifs. i dont use the denoise filter, because in the sharpening there is a denoise option and thats where i denoise. again if you dont know how you can dm me and ill show u. sometimes i use an add-on called topaz denoise which makes faces look a LOT smoother however it takes a very long time to process so its not always worth it.

when you are colouring the gifs, i like to increase the blacks in selective color which not only makes the gif look cleaner, it also makes it so theres less shades of grey/less colours in the gif, which lowers the file size of the gif, which makes it better quality. the higher the file size the less quality it ends up being.

also make sure the gifs are the right size for tumblr! refer to this chart:

they can be any height but the width matters a lot when formatting for tumblr. although when i do 3 gifs beside each other i just make them all 178px wide because im too lazy to do all that lol

i think those are the main things i do. if you are very new it can be hard to understand so if it doesnt make sense or if you have any questions feel free to ask. none of these things will apply if you dont have photoshop and VS/AS tho.

[eghcrimpybenispalls]

Last nights dream

i had a dream last night where i was a 30 year old man and i lived by myself in a house. there were other parts to the dream i cant really figure out, and i kinda knew i was in a dream? but not really? if that makes sense.

anyway suddenly knew someone was in my house so i panicked, and this floating pet thing i had told me to hide in the bathroom. and if they open the door i can stab them. so i ran upstairs grabbed a kitchen knife and hid in my cream coloured bathroom. it had a clear vase with blueberry flowers, cream tiles and a soft orange light. it was a very small bathroom with the toilet right behind were i was crouching and a sink to my right. i was crouching right in front of the door so if they opened it i could stab them.

i heard the person climbing the stairs. my hands were sweating and making the knife slippery. when the person opened the door and i stabbed them 6 times in the chest, it happened so fast i didn't see their face but i remember the massive bloody open wound over their heart. i was relieved that i wasn't in danger anymore, but the floating pet said there was more coming and i should stay here safe.

i had closed the door (leaving the body outside, i think it disappeared in the dream) and stayed in the bathroom for hours running on dream adrenaline (like adrenaline but more muted) when another person came, they tried to bust the door down and the doors hinges were bending with every thump, thump. i yanked open the door and attacked the guys face and stabbed him a bunch before closing the door again. i was scared a felt sick out of my mind and ready to kill anyone who tried to kill me . now this fucking floaty pet thing was congratulating me like, "thats really good do that again" like... um did i have a psychopathic pet or smth?? (also i think i was the only one who could see my pet)

anyway i was terrified that someone else was coming next i stayed holed up in my bathroom for days. my legs were numb from being splayed on the hard tiles, but i still felt insanely on edge. eventually i heard lazy foot steps coming up the stairs. i got ready for the door to open or be destroyed. the person started talking normally like a normal person but i didn't hear what i said because i was so focused i tuned everything out. when i didnt answer the man stuck his hand under the door and wiggled his fingers, i lunged forward and grabbed his hand, yanking it further inside the door. i stabbed it 4 times until it was a bloody stump. in the dream i thought that would kill him, but when i opened the door he wasnt dead so i stabbed him in the face and heart before rushing downstairs. everything in my body was shaky and this dumbass little pet thing was telling me i did good and protected myself and that im now safe.

i stayed in a hotel for the night. the next day i was walking along a path when a boy around 14 starts talking to me. he was my neighbours son. he asks if i'd seen his dad because he went to my house to sell me some weed and never came back. i realised that the last guy who came was just my neighbour who i was friends with. and i realised that in my complete panic i had murdered him. i was so shocked i couldn't do anything and this floating pet was assuring me that i couldnt have known. it wasn't my fault because the other two guys DID want to kill me. it also said that it was better to kill my neighbour than take the risk of it being someone who could kill me.

then i woke up Yay!!

idk WHY my brain would supply me with that because... yeah

wacko dream ig

[wateryourgender]

yw, ngl im quietly jealous of you guys because i wanna make flags but I suck at choosing colours and i have nothing to make flags for because my gender and gender experience is too fluid to use xenos

tbh bud, im really lazy with the flags and reuse a lot of the same ones but colour shift them. sometimes ill get creative and use colours i associate with the thing the gender is based on but not a lot of the flags end up looking that nice either way imo. we use pixler.com/x or "pixler x" which is just an easy to use online photo editor.

you could make terms or flags for the things your gender is fluid between? if that makes sense.

for example we made instrument fluid cuz someone felt their gender was fluid between instruments they played or liked listening to.

my gender is fluid between a lot of dark aesthetics and comfy things so i might make something for that (though i made gentlecoreflux which is similar already but i havnt queued it or made the flag for it yet)

you could make a term that just generally encompases the feel of your gender and have little "subgenders" or secondary lables to describe different aspects of you gender, its all up to you really.

you could totally go make flags and terms for anything if you really feel like it, i full encourage getting into it if youre interested /nf /np.

-vapour

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Modern au but aesop is in his room dying while playing carameldansen

Unfortunately in this modern au he shares a room with Joseph

[almondmilks-posts]

Schlatt- executed pt2

*I am so proud of part 1

pls go show some love

Maybe a SERIES?? Maybe pt3??? Maybe some more angst?? Maybe some cute fluff with glatt?? Maybe idk if you would like to see more uwu

This took so long omg... I'm sorry

Context: in part 1 you became ghost!y/n much like Ghostbur  you forgot most of your memories including your death...

Life after death was weird. You had very vague memories of each member of the sever but other than that you completely forgot about your past life including how you died. You never expected that you would become a sentiant ghost on the server after death you also never expected Wilbur to become one either so here we are. You took a great liking to Ghostbur as he did to you, you both hanging out became a regular occurrence on the SMP you mainly liked hanging around quackity he had these homely vibes to him that made you want to be around him but you were not quite sure why although he had been seeing you less and less and when you did meet he seemed on edge always looking behind him, shaking his head off to the distance when you turn around, nothing.

You didn't know why Ghostbusr was obsessed with the colour blue, always handing out lapis lazuli to saddened goes by with a "here have some blue" but he always did. You guys can't mine down in the caves something about bedrock pressure?  but he always had stacks of blue on him at all times.

You- hey bur where do you get the blue from?

Ghostbur- oh uhhh umm I just have it sometimes I get it from Phill

You- oh cool. I want something I'm not sure I've decided on what...

Ghostbur- hmmmmm y/n how about

You- I know red mushrooms because they look so cool like lil toadstools.

Ghostbur- yes that's such a good idea

You- I need to ask Phil to see if he has any spare mushrooms adiós bur I'll see you later.

You began to float your way over the the snowy tundra that Phil resides in. You passed many different landmarks on your way only knowing by the names you and ghostbur had given them. Home home also known as the community House although in ruins after it was exploded by puffy. You did try to stop her however your attempts were unsuccessful. 

You- omg I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going here look I have some seeds take this as a sorry

You were in your thoughts so much that you had phased into a body. As a ghost you are able to phase through people However you phased into the body meaning whoever you walked into was not alive. You reached your arms into your pockets to see what you have as a sorry before the mushrooms which you still haven't been managed to find any. Thecno needing them for potions ofc knowing the butcher army was coming for him he planicked stealing so many resources including some of blue from Wilbur accidentally. You found three seeds in your pockets your had picked up from when you were hanging around Callahan (he's my fav on the SMP omg) and punz this one time just giving while punz went on a nether mission for ghast tears. You extended your arm out to the person, lifting your head up to look the person in the eyes.

Glatt- y/n?

He had Horns. Deep black horns protruding out the side of his head. His skin a pale grey ash colour, contrasting his flaming red eyeballs which looked down upon you due to the height difference. His suit a very dark grey almost black but not quite,  You looked at him than back at the seeds. He seemed like he didn't take any interest in taking the seeds from you as a sorry, you furrowed your eye brows at his sort of question? You really didn't remember your past life, thecno told you that most ghosts don't when they die the ones that do are 'poor damned souls of wrong doers' comforting you that you did some good when you were living.

You- uhh sorry I don't know a y/n?? Im ghosty/n! Well it would make sense that I'm y/n well was y/n hahahaha I don't remember much from my past life unfortunately

Glatt- you don't- you don't remember how you died do you?

You- uhhh no? Should I? I ask quackity you know quackity right? Small guy, blue beanie anyway he wouldn't tell me how I died he said it was a too long to explain anyway I gotta go bye uhhhh...

Glatt- oh it's glatt

You- well nice to meet you glatt if you see Phill tell him I need some red mushrooms

And with that you floated off on your mission to find some red mushrooms. Glatt stood there face slashed red. He felt embarrassed? Sick to his stomach? He wasn't quite sure what he felt, quackity had told him of your ghost life when he was pestering quackity this one time however he was scared. He was once a ruthless tryrant president drinking all day and all night because he couldn't handle the power and disappointment of his peers knowing he was struggling being president so he turned to alcohol. He was so plastered when he stabbed you he didn't even know what he did until quackity and Niki Walked out on him with some fruitful words.

Schlatt thought back to when quackity had confronted him, carrying your enchanted diamond boots Phil brought on your wedding day and never took them off since. Quackity looked so hopeless his eyes filled with tears, trembling hands as he screamed at schlatt so hard his vocal cords never recovered even after all this time and everything he's been through. Despite this he carried on trying to ruin quackity's life. Even after death the fucker never lost his need for power and bullying quackity is all he knew how. The issue was he could not find the small mexican, he floated all through what manburg was, he floated past the church, the target, the community house but no sign of quackity. He was searching through the community house for anything he could steal just because 'he was glatt he could do what he wants'; as a ghost he really didn't change. A fit of giggles rung through his ears, he hadn't heard that noise in years. Glatt knew that it was you of course you were married for several years before the incident. He caught himself smiling as he once did to see your face (which could easily fit between his larger hands.) He floated across towards where the noise would come from. To see you, a blue sheep with a wonkey eye and Wilbur? He felt anxious, his ghost heart started beating faster, if he wasn't dead he would be having another heart attack right now that would actually kill him. He wasn't sure of it was because you look so happy contracting the last time him saw your glum face as the XP dropped or knowing Wilbur might still be bitter about the election or what happened as a result of it.

You toyed with the blue sheep known as friend. Friend was the first thing ghostbur saw when he woke up as a ghost so there was a major bond between the two,.you would argue it was a closer bond than what tied you with Wilbur but nothing could compare to that. You both had years and years of history some even before Tommy was born but you both just didn't know that. (maybe pt3 y/n becomes human??) Friend was very entertaining for a blue sheep fried could make you and ghostbur cry with laughter but just standing there. ( Ok this is my HC so it's not cannon but I think it should be) The blue sheep had a lazy eye, so for long enough if the sheep did nothing the eyes would travel opposite directions as per usual you and ghostbur were dying over this. You bent down to pick at a blade if grass to feed to friend when a glum feeling came over you. Were you being watched? You wanted to cry, so you turned your head to Look at the assailant to see glatt standing there just looking at you or through you it was unclear.

You-oh hey uhhh glatt? Ah yes I'm right would you like to come hang out with friend, ghostbur and I would love it if you joined us and I'm sure friend doesn't mind you do you? No you don't because you are a cute sheep boopboop

Glatt- I'm not so sure

You- oh come on don't be such a killer it would be fun friend is very well friendly haha come on.

You grasped his cold wrist with your much warmer hands. The size difference between the two contrasted immensely. You blushed, a warm feeling coming over you almost as if you had known him for years. Which y/n did but you didn't know that.  Schlatt frowned at you calling him a killer, did you know? Did Wilbur tell you? A lot happened to manburg after you had died, stuff you missed that you could and would have stopped. You dragged schlatt closer to where friend was excited Wilbur could meet your 'new' friend glatt.

You- hahah bur meet glatt

Ghostbur- oh uh hey glatt nice to meet you, your a friend of n/n's huh?

Glatt- uhh yea something like that

Ghostbur- oh crap! I have to meet with Callahan (he's my fave member) I'm helping him build a forest, well you guys have fun with friend. And glatt? Its nice to see you again.

And with that he floated away from the pair riend looked at schlatt than back at you, than back at schlatt. Its pink tounge slipping out of its mouth. Glatt looked down at you sitting cross legged on the grass petting friend. He thought you looked beautiful with the sun on your ghostlike form, he felt shame wash over him he really ruined you.

You- sit next to me glatt, the sun isn't that bright down here

Glatt- no I don't want to get my suit dirty!

You sighed, why was he so cold? Was it that he didn't like you, was it the fact that he didn't like friend no that's not true everyone loves friend. You frowned over thinking lots of things glatt noticed your frown after he yelled at you; he felt worse that he yelled. Many nights after your death did he think about you and his actions. He numbed the feeling penultimately resulting in further alcoholism and finally his death. He kept your diamond boots in his desk draw so they could be next to him at all times he even picked up some of your XP but that stuff didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him. Expect you. He never was good at expressing his feelings to you, and you never pushed him to do that.

Glatt- do you seriously not remember your past life?

You- hmmmm not much

Glatt- what do you know tell me?

You- well, I don't really remember memories it's more feelings and smells towards something? Like Niki I feel very calm and peaceful around her she smells like bread, Wilbur it's like he feels like a brother to me and he smells like gunpowder almost, ummmm who else? Oh Tecno smells like potatoes I'll tell you about that some other time

Glatt- what about me? What do I smell like ( Father Fragrance??)

You- ummmmm it's a weird metallic smell? At first I was like iron smell but I'm not so sure. I was super anxious when I first saw you almost hmmm anger? Fear? But I also wanted to give you a hug it's weird what about me... Your a ghost I'm sure it's the same for you it is for wilbur... What do I smell like glatt?

Glatt- uhh well, it's metallic aswell

You-oh heyy look it's ranboo, Ran heyy look down here? Ranboo? Oh no he's enderwalking again ok well this conversation isn't over glatt

You followed the half enderman who appears to be on his enderwalking state. You don't say much to him as you know he won't hear or respond to you. You follow him past twitch prime, past the portal near to the prison? Confused you stood behind him a little, why was he going to the prison? To see Sam you hope...

But no. He didn't.

[wisewidow]

Cloudy With A Chance Of Assassination

PAIRING: Yelena Belova x Reader

SUMMARY: My new girlfriend takes meeting the relatives to a whole new level.

It's cloudy up ahead, but patches of sunlight leak through certain gaps like chinks in the sky's armour, and a warm silver lines the clouds as the sun sets behind them. There are no pink or orange hues in the sunset this cloudy evening, just tinted blue and cream with grey mountains in the distance and muted coloured trees at their bases. I have one hand on the wheel of the car Yelena and I just bought together, a sleek black Fiesta, and the other on my partner in crime's thigh. She has her window rolled down, the high speed we're going at blowing her golden hair everywhere. I drum my fingertips along the wheel as an upbeat song starts to play.

She's lost in the clouds, I can tell. I ask her if she's imagining pictures out of the white puffs, but either the roaring wind at one ear or the song at her other is blocking her from hearing my words.

I squeeze her thigh. She smacks my hand and glances sideways at me, mossy green eyes playful. I allow myself a single glance before looking back at the road. "I asked what you're seeing in the clouds."

She turns the radio dial down. "What?"

I snort. "Nevermind."

"You wanted attention?"

I flip her the bird, earning a boisterous laugh from her. "You were!"

I mimic her accent in a high-pitched voice. "You were totally like, give me attention! Because I'm Yelena Belova and I'm so special!"

"I don't sound like that," she objects. "You once said, and I quote, 'your voice is deep and sexy, like if a dressage horse could speak.'"

I frown. "I don't remember that. Was I drunk?"

"You were trying to outdrink me."

"Oh. Were you cheating? I don't black out that easily."

"No, I wasn't. And yes, you do."

I grumble and turn the radio up again. She hums along to the song, Snap Out Of It by the Arctic Monkeys. We drive until the sun goes down, or at least until I notice her energetic nature die down like a used battery. I search up the nearest motel on my phone and by the time I've pulled in, she's asleep.

I switch the engine off and relax into my seat. I allow myself a few seconds to admire the girl beside me.

I met her through a friend of mine, who lived in the apartment beside hers. I'd visit frequently, and she noticed and eventually grew tired of me oggling her everytime I passed her on the way out. So she coerced me into drinking too much red wine and then sent me over to her door, drunk and giggling.

I didn't know much about her past. She's from Russia, and she sometimes jokes that she's actually a trained assassin. She grew up in a foster home, got close with a girl named Natalia, who ended up living in the Big Apple as a high school teacher with a husband who renovates houses. She calls her every other week before bed, I think, when I spend the night and she thinks I'm asleep. I never hear what they're saying, but I enjoy falling into slumber listening to the soft hum of her voice through the plaster walls.

I admire her small, round, button nose, the even slope of her jawline, her long lashes that brush against her subtly tanned skin. We've only been dating for two months, but I'm positive I'm im love with her. We haven't exchanged those words yet, though. The car is actually our first and only big step.

I gently shake her shoulders to wake her up, and she grumbles sleepily as she shifts and peeks up at me. "Where are we?"

"Motel. Didn't feel like driving home. Come on, lazy bones, let's get you a pillow."

Once we're settled in a room, stripped of jeans and bras so we're just wearing shirts and underwear, I drift off with my head on her shoulder and my hand wrapped around her stomach.

When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the dried drool in the corner of my mouth. I don't think much of it other than the teasing I'd endure in the morning when Yelena finds out I drooled on her.

I pull her closer and then frown.

I am holding a pillow.

My girlfriend is not said pillow.

I rub my eyes and sit up. It's still dark outside, and the clock on my phone reads three in the morning. I scan the room for her figure, but I can't see her silhouette lingering in any of the shadowed corners. I frown and push the duvet off of my body, shivering slightly as I maneuver around the bed and into the bathroom.

No sign of her.

I'm starting to get worried.

Quickly, I grab my jeans — at least I think they're mine — and force my legs through them. I slip my phone in my pocket and head to the door.

It's locked, which doesn't make sense, because my current assumption that Yelena had gone out for a quick smoke would mean that she wouldn't have gone far enough to warrant locking the door.

I swallow down the bad feeling in my gut and step outside.

The upper wrap-a-round level of the motel showed no people in sight. I head to the stairs and down to the front desk, where a young man with purple streaks in his hair sits, droopy-eyed and scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" I ask tentatively, rubbing the goosebumps off my arms. I hadn't brought my jacket.

His eyes flick up to meet mine. "Sir? You're friendlier than your girlfriend."

"I'm assuming you mean the blonde, very pretty, homicidal-looking woman I came in with?"

He sighs, turning his phone down. "Look, this is a motel. Things like this happen a lot. My advice is to run before the wife sees you."

I stare at him blankly.

He stares back.

"Uh, what?"

"A tall redheaded woman came by, stole your girl for a talk. They were squabbling about you. I assumed . . . oh. You didn't know. Well, who knows, could be a relative or something."

My heart hammers against my ribcage wildly. I have to keep reminding myself that Yelena loves me, that she wouldn't cheat on me, or cheat on anyone else with me, or . . . I feel myself becoming pale. Her scars, I'd never thought much of them, but with her mysterious past, and this mysterious paramour? She was running away from the woman who had now found her.

"Where did they go?" I demand, anger rushing through my veins.

He shakes his head, looking sympathetic. "I've seen this play out before, trust me when I say you don't want to confront—"

"Tell me where they went or I will make you swallow your own fist."

He recoils. "Christ, fine, they're in the parking lot. For the record, I hope you get a good slappin'!"

I speed walk out of the motel and around the back, adrenaline rushing. I stop when I spot two figures under a streetlight by my car, one taller and waving her arms around as she speaks and the other, unmistakably my Yelena, glaring up with her arms crossed.

I march over to them. Their heads snap in my direction almost immediately. The redheaded woman pulls out a gun and aims it at me.

I yelp and freeze, hands up in surrender. Yelena yells something in Russian and smacks the weapon out of her hands before rushing towards me. "(Y/N), what are you doing?"

"We're leaving," I say, completely freaked out. "Right now. You run, tell the guy in the office to call 911. I'll fight her off."

"What? No! (Y/N), this is my sister! She's just paranoid."

I gape at her. "I thought she was a science teacher!"

"I told you we should have met somewhere else," the redhead hisses.

Yelena spits back in Russian.

"No, no Russian! Explanation, now!" I turn to the woman. "You're Natalia?"

"Natasha."

"Okay, Natasha the science teacher who owns a gun, what are you doing here?"

Her lips tighten into a fine line. "I'm not a science teacher, I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I wasn't expecting Yelena to have company when I came here to drag her back home."

Yelena starts spurting more angry Russian words that mean nothing to me as I try to process what's happening. The two sisters argue for a solid two minutes while I decide I must be dreaming.

The lies. The scars. The mystery. The jokes about being an assassin.

This is a living nightmare.

I turn and walk away.

Yelena calls out, "(Y/N)! Wait!"

I don't stop until I've reached our room, where I promptly grab my jacket and bra and shove them in my bag.

"(Y/N), don't leave," Yelena begs when she catches up, blocking the doorway with her body. "Let me explain, love, please."

"Get out of my way," I snap.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't turn around as she closes the door and backs up against it as if to provide another barrier between me and the world she's trying to hide.

"Yelena," I warn.

"Let me explain," she pleads.

I stare her down, but she doesn't seem to be budging any time soon. I drop my bag on the floor and sit on the bed with my arms crossed, glaring at her. "Fine. Enlighten me."

She slowly eases away from the door. "I didn't lie to you about everything. I'm one hundred percent Russian, and I consider Natalia to be my sister, and we did grow up together. But we were trained together, too. As assassins."

"Fuck," I mutter.

She kneels down in front of me. "I got away from that life, I swear. And I met you and everything after that was the realist thing I'd ever had. I really love video games, and I really love your pancakes, and I really, really love you."

My glare softens.

"Even if you can't cook," she says.

I give her a semi-playful, semi-annoyed shove.

"You said be honest, don't hit me!"

I stand up and pace the room nervously. This time, she sits down on the bed. I mutter under my breath, gnawing on my thumbnail, until, finally, I sit down beside her.

"Okay, deal breaker. Do you know Captain America?"

[superskeletonsimp]

Hello! What’s the personalities of the main characters you write for?

Also I think your blog is pretty cute so far ❤️

Omigosh! Hi! I could do that! I uh- have only written for three of these characters so far, so I’m not entirely sure yet myself actually, but I’ll try my best :)

Sans and Papyrus: The good ol’ classics! I write them the way that most other people do. Sans is a laid-back ‘lazy-bones’ who cares about his loved ones, Papyrus is a very optimistic skeleton who would do almost anything to make his friends and family happy <3

Underswap Sans: Blueberry! I love this tiny skeleton, he’s adorable and tiny and an amazing person. Most people depict him as very childish and naive, and while he usually is, he can also be mature if he needs to be. He loves his brother, and if you befriend him then he will also love you! This little guy is just full of love (and energy).

Underswap Papyrus: probably one of the nicest and understanding skeletons ever, Orange (named after the fruit, not the colour), not too unlike his brother, is filled with nothing but love for his family. He’s a great listener and he has a lot of great advice. I just really like him :)

Underfell Sans: Underfell Sans, or as I like to call him, Cherry, is a skeleton who has a lot of personal problems. He’s very reserved and very private with his feelings. This, however, does not mean that he doesn’t care about his family and friends, it just means that you have to be a little more patient with him to see his soft side. If you stick with him for long enough he will eventually open up to you, and he can be the sweetest little skeleton once he does.

Underfell Papyrus: I like to call this edgy skeleton, well, Edge! Edge can come across as very brash, even when he considers you close.. He likes to act very tough and like he doesn’t care too much, but unfortunately for him he suffers from something that almost all of the Papyruses do, accidental adorableness. He gets very flustered very easily, and it’s honestly very cute. Edge is a papyrus, so he can’t really be evil, even if he tried.

Horrortale Sans: Ah! One of my favourites!! I call this skeleton Slash! I have two ways of writing Slash, one that is more suited for fluffy stuff and one where he is a little more deranged. Personally, I like to write the fluffy version of him more. Slash is a very very big skeleton, he has the bestest hugs you will ever receive. This skeleton is the biggest cuddle bug in the world, but you need to be very close with him to see that side. He doesn’t really speak too much at all, but he’s somehow still really good in conversations. Like most other monsters in the Horror universe, Slash may show some more ‘animalistic’ behaviours, such has purring or growling. He can get rather possessive of those he are close with, but that’s because of the environment he comes from.

Horrortale Papyrus: I actually haven’t come up with a nickname for this papyrus yet, so I’ll have to figure it out. This super-tall skeleton has a scary look, but is one of the sweeter papyruses! He isn’t actually that different from Classic!Papyrus, so I don’t have too much to add. On the surface I would definitely see Horrortale Papyrus and Slash as vegetarian, or even vegan, like most other monsters from this universe. While he acts a lot like Classic pap, he can still be a little creepy sometimes, he just haven’t adjusted fully yet.

Mafiatale sans: One of my personal favourites, Judge! I haven’t really figured this AU out yet. While Judge is a lot like classic Sans in the way he acts, Judge isn’t against violence (since he’s...y’know...in the mafia). Again, I haven’t had time to figure out exactly how he acts or how to write for him, but I’m really excited to do so! So please request something for the Mafiatale AU!

Mafiatale Papyrus: I call this papyrus Snipe, like most of the fandom! I’d say he’s a lot like classic Papyrus, but much more mature. I’m sorry, I haven’t thought these through yet!! :(

Mafiafell Sans: OOOOOOOoooOo Boy! I love this boy a lot! I don’t know why, but I do. I call him Biff :) Mafiafell is probably one of my favourite AUs, it’s like Mafiatale, but more like an actual mafia? Anyways, Biff acts like the typical Mafia almost boss, he’s rich and handsome in his own skeleton way, and he absolutely knows it. He talks almost solely in 1920s mobster slang, and is NOT afraid to use violence to get what he wants. He’s a huge buttface and can’t take a no. Biff can really be a scary dude, but I love him.

Mafiafell Papyrus: I call him King(pin). He’s probably even more scary than Biff, this skeleton is absolutely terrifying to me. Like, Biff has limits, but this dude, he will do absolutely anything to get what he wants. He’s nuts and he’s the leader for the Mafia gang, so he’s also very smart.  Unlike Biff, King talks very fancy, he’s also very good at manipulating people. Over all, I don’t like him too much, but I still love him, if that makes sense.

Ahh! Thank you for sending this! Before I made this blog I kinda binge-read yours, so I appreciate it!

Now that I look at it, these aren’t really a lot of AUs...PLEASE SOMEONE SEND ME AUS IM REALLY NEW TO THIS I WANNA KNOW MORE thank you <3