#lemme know if i can clarify anything better

[smovs]

Notes to make Clip Studio Paint's 3D model posing tools a little less overwhelming

SET HOTKEYS

first thing to do is to set keyboard shortcuts. To interact with the 3D models you need the Operation > Object tool.

(I'd also recommend the Move Layer tool if you haven't already hotkeyed it)

BRING IN THE MODEL

grab a default model from the 3D Materials window, drop it onto your canvas, & set the scale to your liking.

TIP: you're gonna wanna use the MOVE LAYER tool to adjust the model's position on your canvas. If you start dragging it around with the Object selection tools, it'll move the model relative to its own ground plane & camera. Recipe for a headache.

Move Layer tool = no more tears

CUSTOM BODY SHAPE

You can adjust the model's body proportions on the fly by opening up the sub tool window as shown below.

I recommend this 60 second video by Iron Circus for more detail: youtu.be/zrtAyY3Qqmo

As they suggest, start at the feet & work your way up.

and you're ready to start posing!

...don't know dick-all about 3D software? it works like this:

translation / rotation are often shortened to trans / rot, which is coincidentally the name of my new band.

it doesn't matter which mode you use, and you'll be bouncing back n' forth most of the time. don't even worry about remembering what they're called.

just let it wash over you 🌊☮️

SWITCHING BETWEEN FK & IK

it's so easy to do this that you're probably gonna do it on accident constantly. 

Click once on the model for IK, click again for FK.

POSING BREAKDOWN

now we're ready to pose. generally, I start from the center of the body and work outward. 

1 Pelvis

2 Torso

3 Neck & Head tilt

4 Clavicles

5 Upper arm > Forearm > Wrist > Fingers // Thigh > Shin > Ankle > Foot Arch

[my posing timelapse gif is too big for tumblr- you can see it on my website if you’re so compelled. or this tweet]

TOUCHUPS

Now it's blocked in, you can go back in for tweaks. I find it's good practice to click away & deselect the previous joint before going in to select the next one. Helps avoid misclicks.

[yeah, same thing]

WINDOW > ALL SIDES VIEW

for more camera angles.

Good for when you're struggling to select a control cause it's hiding behind the other body parts.

The arm range is a bit limited, it can be tough gettin the hands/elbows to reach behind the body. don't sweat it too hard, these models are just for reference after all.

But if you've hit a wall, I got one last cheat for ya tonight:

LIQUIFY TOOL

when you've posed as best as you can and it's still not close enough, flatten the layer (right click > rasterize) and hit it with the liquify tool.

Good luck out there!

[princessbrunette]

I think if you tried to bargain with bounty hunter!rafe by saying you’d do whatever he wants if he’ll just let you go, he’d think about it before getting all serious and looking down at you with a suggestive smirk “whatever I want, huh? ok, kid. lemme putta ring on that finger.. how bout that? how’s being my little housewife sound, huh?”

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

you’re held up in a barn. it wasn’t ideal, lord knows rafe knew that — much used to a finer life back where he lived with his fathers riches on the fat of his land, but for now it had to do. the two of you were laying low — the word being that someone had recognised your face off a missing poster that your father had put out, and now rafe had to make sure the two of you were far from anyone’s sight for a while.

“my fathers still looking for me.” you gaze wistfully out the window. so there was hope, you almost forgot that this could be an option after all this time. you’d grown slightly fond of rafe since he’d taken you, which you knew was wrong — but you couldn’t help it. he was a handsome guy, and he seemed to actually care about your safety. you knew this mentality was likely just a survival technique — you're less likely to go insane if you believe your captor cares for you instead of caring for the condition he delivers you in, but whatever helped soothe you.

"yeah, well…" he bites on his finger nail, leaning against the wall as he looks out the barn door he'd left ajar. "great for you, sucks for me. i do not want to get arrested, believe it or not." he sarks, his own nerves producing quite the attitude.

“you know if you just let me go you wouldn’t go to jail.” you try, and you knew it was a long shot but begging for your escape had become second nature by this point. you swivel, sitting on a hay bale with your legs swinging aimlessly, brushing down the dress he’d purchased you at the market when he decided you needed to change your clothes as to not be recognised.

he chuckles silently, shaking his head before finally turning to face you — arms crossed over his chest.

“yeah? you uh…” he shrugs theatrically. “you think i’d just let you go? just like that.”

“well what do you want?” you whine, huffing as you push yourself to stand, coming right up to him to stare up at him desperately. he stares back down, lips parted, amused. “i’ll do anything. anything you want.”

“anything i- okay.” he shakes his head, pushing his fingers stressfully against his eyelids for a moment as he paces before arriving back infront of you, blinking into thin air and slowly lowering his hand as if he’s had an idea. “anything i want? ‘s what you said, right?” he clarifies, and you falter a little— shrinking in size at the realisation of how broad ‘anything’ is.

“…yes?”

“alright so,” his hand strikes out suddenly grabbing a hold of your wrist making you jump, squealing and resisting from habit. “give me that shit.” he grits his teeth and you submit, allowing him to raise your hand, taking a look at your fingers. “yeah…yeah i can see it. i’m gonna put a ring on that little finger.”

“huh?” your eyes widen.

“‘said anything, right? so… so if i marry you, it’ll look like you just ran away with me and he’ll stop looking. god damnit i—” he laughs, rubbing a hand down his mouth.

“what about your boss?” you blink, unsure of this whole thing. he waves you off, walking past you.

“my uh, boss is my dad.” he itches his cheek, perhaps a little embarrassed of the fact. “‘said i could do whatever i wanted with you. your dad pissed my dad off, so— so i took you, right— that parts done, his little girl is gone, my dad wins.” he explains, finally filling you in on why the whole thing happened, you stare intently, following him over to where he rummages through the bags tied to the horse. “i was gonna bring you to my dad to show him… show him that i could do it, and that he could trust me… but this is better, yeah — this is way better.” he mutters, before pulling out a small piece of wire, a souvenir from what he’d originally bound your wrists with.

“yeah, this’ll do.” he speaks to himself before yanking your wrist again, beginning to bend the wire around your finger. “‘til i can get you a real ring, a’ight?” his brows raise and he cups your cheeks in his rough hands, eyes darting between yours. “you are going to make the prettiest little housewife. okay? y’gonna marry me?”

you figured this was better than whatever his boss, well — his dad would have done with you, like sell you or something, so you nod. plus, rafe wasn’t all too bad.

“okay.” you agree just about a whisper.

“okay?” he clarifies and you nod, so he forces his mouth against yours. “this is gonna save us.” he whispers when he pulls away.

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

[nrdmssgs]

Can you do a soap fic where a new girl gets transferred and she’s also a sergeant and she’s short and really bitchy, soap flirts with her and she never fails to reply within an insult or a snarky comment?

Masterlist Pairing: SoapXReader TWs: no AN: I took forever, I know, sorry.

The first thing, you thought of, seeing how people gather around Soap, how attentively they catch every bit of phrase covered with thick accent, how eager are they to become part of the next mischief, his mind plotting, is a Kelpie. By no means you were superstitious, but you remember well, what your granny told you: these Scottish demons are nothing but deception, temptation and constant shapeshift, hiding under calm water surface and dragging anyone, reckless enough to trust them, to the depths of cold northern lakes.

You had enough of 'shape-shifters': you were fed up with friendly looking lads, being all sweet around you, only to find out your soft spots and use them against you. So when his smile sparkles too close to your secluded corner of a bar counter - you frown automatically

"Oi, wee-one, what are you doing here all alone, while all the fun happens elsewhere?" That shit eating grin is too familiar. It only portends lies and mockery.

"Daydreaming of your smooches, Sergeant." You know, this man will start flirting with you today sooner or later: after all, he always does. So instead of fearing it coming - you decide on leading this train wreck.

"A'm sa-a-a-a-ae flattered." Johnny can speak British, very much so, when he needs it. But he must be too used to everyone falling for his accent. So he decides to torture your fogged mind with his gibberish.

"And a`m sa-a-a-a-ae lying." You can't hold back a little aping to make this moment even more harsh for him. But that'll teach him.

From your very first day on the base, this man decided, that his holy duty from now on was to haunt you with his flirtatious comments and stupid jokes. You ignored him once, then twice... on his fifth 'strike' you decided, you had enough and fought back. None of Johnny's line remained unanswered by you ever since.

Your rebuffs usually helped for some time. Today it won you fifteen minutes of peace. Because after that Soaps face reappears on the horizon with a jolly 'Anyway, Sg, hae any plans for t`night?'

"Oh, I have one plan, buddy. The first part of it is to not share the other part with the people, I don't want anywhere around me. So lemme guess, this is the moment, you are asking me about the second part?" You talk loud enough, so that not only Johnny, but the whole group of dumbheads enamored by him, hears you.

"I guess, nae, but if you want me to... What's with the second part?" Slowly but surely the damned accent leaves his speech.

"I can't, love, I'm tied up by the first part." Any person, not familiar with Soap would shame you for such a strong reaction. But you knew better, and soon he only proved you right.

"So someone is into restraining? Ah kin just happen tae know a thing or twa aboot this..." You are in mere seconds from snapping right back at him, but he manages to switch your attention to some completely unrelated question.

And just like that you lose concentration for a moment only to find yourself walking down the street with MacTavish and his company. His speech is all honey and velvet with notes of cheerful laughter. Man shouldn't possess so much charm - it is simply unfair. Yet, here he is - all bubbly and so tempting and warm.

Your group turns onto a quiet road, lit by one streetlamp. "Hey, look up!" calls the voice of one of the soldiers, and you lift your head. There is a soda can on the flat lid of the lantern. God only knows how it got there. You're not even surprised when Johnny asks right next to your ear who's ready to knock down the can on the first try. You just turn to him and clarify, “If I do this, can I ask you for anything?”

Soap nods enthusiastically, and before he can add something about the fact that you can always ask him for anything and without any bets, you pick up a pebble from the pavement.

"Watch and learn, Sergeant." You smirk and throw a pebble. The sound of an empty can hitting the asphalt echoes down the street.

Others cheer your victory, when Johnny leans closer and nods with a face of a defeated one.

"Sae what shuid it be, darlin'?"

That smirk. He is trying to look happy even after he lost. Lying scoundrel. Oh, you'll wipe that smirk off his face.

"You seem very proud of your country?" You can't help, but smile, as Soap nods and moves even closer, invading your personal space. So you go on.

"And very proud of that hairstyle of yours... How about we combine your two biggest sources of pride, Johnny." Some soldiers start getting your idea and you hear a few muffled laughs. But Soap doesn't get it till you specify, "Lets paint this mohawk. Blue and white sounds patriotic enough for you, MacTavish?"

If anyone asked you to name the highlight of that day - it was it. Shining smile disappearing from Soaps face, his head ducking, his eyes looking for something under his own boots. He looked lost... But only for a moment.

"Aye. Will need yer help though, wee-one."

For some time, you forget about this evening. Work and duty are quite effective at helping you to put aside any life outside debriefs, trainings and missions. That is, however, only until one late evening, when Soap appears on the threshold of your room with a towel and a pair of tubes of hair dye.

"Sergeant MacTavish keeps his word. Always." These words you hear from a tiny bathroom, where you wash your hands.

He welcomes your return to your room with a bare torso. You try to not look, but one brief glance is enough for his sculpted six-pack, ribs covered with a thin web of scars and tanned broad shoulders to be forever ingrained in your memory. Scoundrel. Seducer. Kelpie. You turn away almost immediately.

"Out of my room. Now!"

"Naw-naw-naw-naw, ye got me wrong! Ah juist dinnae want ma tshirt to get goosed!" He started babbling as quickly as if his life depended on it. So you take a deep breath and nod.

"Ok-ok, calm down!" You come closer to him and brush your fingers through Johnny's dark hair, trying to understand, where should you begin.

It's so strange to see his face not somewhere above, not even on your eye level, but somewhere below. For the first time, you notice the faint freckles on his face, the dark edges of his incredibly blue eyes, the small wrinkles. That all brings you a very strange thought: maybe there are people out there, who know soft and vulnerable Johnny, maybe there are people, whom he will never fail, never betray. You personally can't have a luxury of trusting your colleagues so much as to let them be close to you. But maybe there are people, that trust these eyes and find comfort in these arms.

Your hands fall down. "You know what, Johnny, consider the deed done... To hell ruining your hair, your self-esteem. Forget, we even had this bet, it's stupid."

"Whaaa? Naw, bonnie, it is hilarious! I want this! With ye only! And ah trust ye." He catches your hands and eagerly places them back into his surprisingly soft hair, making sure, your fingers drown in the mohawk fully and touch his scalp. There is not a single note of mockery in his voice - only plea to keep going and trust, endless trust in you - the person, who always had a few sharp words ready for any his attempt to approach you.

You feel guilt stinging you from the inside.

"Ok, I'll do it. But I must warn you - I don't have a single idea, what am I doing. And this will probably turn out ugly."

Soap only keeps nodding, not looking away from your eyes for a moment. His eyes shine with obedience and anticipation.

Not knowing it yet, you are slowly drowning in deep waters, dragged by a Scottish demon. Your very own Kelpie.

[joyswonderland1108]

Ara Ara

I’m just popping in to “clear” a debate, as i said before it’s exhausting to write long posts but my hands itch to write something anytime i see stuff going on. One of the reasons why it’s always better to be in the “not sure” zone instead of completely denying something that one may not even have knowledge about. Let’s get started shall we? 

So Jimin, precious Mimi, beautiful Jimim, my beloved child (he’s older than me but shush) came live yesterday to share his emotions with us about his amazing achievement, his well deserved achievement, the slap on the face of haters who instead of working on making their favs rise to some level they decided to invest time and energy into trying to make other people win just to not only fail but let down their own favs 🤦🏻‍♀️ Well Jimin said “Fuck all your opps” anyways so

Now i don’t want to focus on the part where you can oh so very clearly hear a “ 빨리가“ at the very beginning (Surprisingly enough this girl actually understands some Korean don’t underestimate her) i wanna be realistic here, while i’ve seen some people wondering if they’ve heard a ppo-ppo sound i honestly don’t think so at all, i’m sticking with the the first one and the lights situation going on too but even that i’m not gonna focus too much on it, and for reference : 

Moving on to our main subject which is the gaming chair, or chairs in that case

And as my bestie said and i quote “It doesn’t mean anything yet Jimin grabbed the phone like a hot potato“ i mean chile why would he panic, it’s just a chair right? WRONG! 

Just to clarify, for people who may have thought that was JK’s chair from the studio, Jimin’s chair is an Arena and JK’s chair is an Akracing.. With an Arena cushion 👀

Well the point is no it’s not the chair from the studio but does that change the fact that Jimin has a second GAMING chair? No. Well, yes and no, lemme explain. 

“It’s just a second chair he could be having one for if friends come over” key word here: IF. You may or may not know that there’s this unspoken rule where, despite having a spare chair or even 10 spare chairs, they don’t go with the setup, they go to a storage room or the garage or wherever you can put it away and take it out when needed, because why tf would there be a second or third chair chilling out there when the possibility of having gamer friends coming over is always questionable. 

Speaking of gamer friends, have y’all seen a gamer in real life? they don’t even need to be in the same place everybody plays from home and they chat through their headsets. No matter how rich you are or how much you can afford expensive gaming chairs, a gaming set up is precious to its owner, one just doesn’t mess up with their set up, if you’re alone, you game alone, you put ONE chair. If you do happen to have a spare chair and a gamer friend decides to visit you THEN whip out the chair from where it was stored if you don’t have a spare one, the friend can literally sit anywhere, on the floor for all i know who tf cares. 

Now i’ll be sharing this link with y’all so you can check it out yourself, just not to say that i picked out what i wanted or what fit the narrative and left out the rest : 

See how gorgeous the set ups are? See how very expensive looking they are? (Well as a matter of fact they ARE expensive) See how neat they are? Notice something? Well actually you’ll notice two things :

1- Almost all of the setups have one chair like this one : 

And where you can’t see the chair are tinier desks that can so very obviously fit one chair 

2- The three setups that are designed for a “pair” are the following ones : 

“Side-by-Side Couple PC Setup“

“His and Hers Wall-Mounted PC Setup“

“Father-Son Star Wars Gaming Room”

Notice something in common there? Basically all the “pair” setups are meant for two or more people who game and are living under the same roof, a couple, siblings, or parents-kids. Mind you even if you do have a partner but they don’t game, your setup will NOT be a “pair” setup, as i said above, those are precious, they’re almost sacred lol there’s an aesthetic to them, there’s a whole architecture going on there, so we’re not messing that up by adding a random second chair for a friend or friends who are barely there. 

Do whatever the fuck you want with this information, but i hope that with this added “knowledge” people would stop with their “that’s not a big deal” bullshit, i see you, that one person who posted that lame ass excuse on Twitter. With that being said.. STREAM FACE!!! 

[mattsdae]

Matt Stone? Period sex? FUCK YES!! I’m so down for that idea!!!

the thing is, i feel like matt would be so nonchalant about periods that he doesn’t even make a big deal out of it? like as long as you’re fine with it, he’s down. if anything, i think he would actually like it bc he can slide in easier and with less preparation. plus i heard sex helps with cramps sooo

anyways here’s some content warnings

matt stone x fem reader , period sex obviously , matt is actually nice for once ??

“i’m on my period.”

he looked down at you, thinking for a moment. you hadn’t been dating matt for long and this was the first time he’s tried to have sex while you were on your period. it sucks, but you were fully aware of the fact that most men are grossed out by periods. it made you nervous telling him because matt’s such a nice guy, but him being weird around periods would definitely end the relationship.

“and?” he said, visibly confused. you adjusted yourself, leaning on your elbows as he pulled away, no longer pinning you to the bed.

“i just wanted to let you know. are you fine with that?” you asked, clinching the sheets as you said it. he rose an eyebrow.

“are you?” he responded. you nodded. “lemme get a towel real quick. you need to do anything or..?” he stood. you went to the bathroom, removing your tampon before getting back into his bed, which now had several towels laid down.

“isn’t this a little overkill?” you joke. he shrugged.

“i didn’t know what your flow is like so i just put a ton to be safe,” he said as he crawled back over. you played with the corner of one of the towels.

“why did you grab white towels?” you asked with a laugh. he shrugged and lifted your legs, wrapping them around him and lifting the shirt you stole from him.

“i’ll just buy more, babe. it’s not like i have red towels on hand,” he grumbled as he leaned down, kissing your neck. you giggled and squirmed under him. it wasn’t your first time having sex with him, but everything he did was still so new you didn’t know how to react.

“i’ve never done this before,” you mumble. he glances up at you, still confused.

“ever?” he clarifies. you nod. he leaned back, letting himself settle between your legs. his fingers slowly trailed down your chest and towards your stomach. “you want me to talk you through it?”

you nod again and smile. he slowly dipped his fingers between your folds. you shivered, finding yourself for sensitive than usual. he leaned down and kissed along your tummy. you sigh as he circled your clit.

“you know, i heard somewhere that sex can help with cramps,” he started. you laughed.

“that’s not true,” you say. he smiled up at you.

“seriously! i looked it up ‘cause i didn’t believe it either. says there’s some endorphins that release during sex that helps with pain,” he explained. as his fingers ran along your hole, never going more than a knuckle deep.

“are you saying that so i’ll have sex with you everytime i’m on my period?” you ask, barely holding back a moan from his touching. it was embarassing how well he knew you already. he wasn’t even fully touching you, but you still arched your back.

“why would i have to convince you? i’m sure you’ll enjoy it since you’re already writhing.” you blushed while he chuckled. he finally inserted two fingers, sighing himself as you moan. you grab at his triceps, shocked by how easily he fingered you. “see how easy this is? i’m sure you’ve gotten horny while on your period, right?”

“yeah,” you moan, rutting against his fingers as he curled them. you whimper at the obscene squelching noise. he didn’t mind, though, instead massaging your walls until you gasped.

“there we are. have you ever touched yourself during your period?” you shook your head. “well, you can be more sensitive, which makes everything ten times better and it helps with the sexual frustration,” he spoke smoothly. his tone was even as you fell apart under him. his voice almost punctuated every movement, a subconscious rhythm to it.

“matt, i think i’m gonna cum,” you whimper. he pulled his fingers out, causing you to whine. after wiping his fingers off on the towel, he undressed, tossing his boxers and shorts to the side. he gave himself a few tugs before lining up.

“i’m gonna slide in real easy, okay?” he said, quietly asking if you were sure. you nodded. it would be impossible to back out now, not with your orgasm being right there. you shut your eyes tight, covering your face as you felt the head against your pussy. as you took a deep breath, he pushed in. he stopped at the tip, letting you adjust. it did go in easily, which only made you beg for more.

“please, please, please,” you chanted, trying to grab onto his shoulder and pull him close. he chuckled above you, clearly enjoying your reactions to everything he was doing. he held still, circling your clit again.

“you gotta be patient, momma. don’t wanna hurt you,” he teased. you whimpered. he knew that was your favorite pet name, so using it only made you more desperate. that was his motive, of coarse, so he slowly thrusted inside, letting you feel every inch inside of you.

“matt, please,” you begged. “just, kiss me? please?”

his clean hand held you by the back of your head, pulling you close and planting his lips on yours. you moaned into his mouth as he finally bottomed out. he bit your bottom lip as you trembled, clinching around him.

“fuck, you feel so good. such a good girl, huh?” he huffed as he pulled out just as slow. you grabbed his cheeks, desperate for more. he chuckled against your lips, pulling away just enough that you weren’t touching anymore. he brushed a hair out of your face, enjoying your red cheeks and lips.

“i want you to fuck me, matt. please,” you begged again. you looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. he smiled and pinched your cheek.

“you don’t have to beg, baby. you’re doing so good,” he smiled before thrusting back in, still gentle and experimental. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. his smile pressed against your neck before kissing along your tensed muscles.

his hands ran along your sides before staying on your hips, holding you in place. he’s been rough before, but this wasn’t one of those times. he caressed you, causing shivers down your spine as his fingers just barely brushed over your skin.

“i’m close,” you whimper. he kept his pace, gripping your hips just a bit harder as his stuttered. he was close, too, but he held himself back. your nails dug into his shoulders, dragging down as you tried to pull him closer. he couldn’t get any closer, chest pressed against yours, but you still tried.

“go ahead, baby. you deserve it,” he hummed. your face scrunched up, pushing against his neck. you trembled, choking out a sob as you came. he moaned above you as you throbbed around him, arms tightening around his neck. “so good, honey. so good.”

you slowly relaxed, falling back onto the sheets as he pulled out and came on the towel under you, which was now soaked in cum and blood. he kissed your cheek before going to the bathroom, wiping himself off and returning with a wet towel for you.

“thank you.” it was quiet, but you spoke just loud enough for him to hear it. he laughed.

“why are you thanking me?” he asked with a grin.

“that was just.. really good.”

“well, thank you for trusting me enough to do that.”

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Finally reunited, my darling.

It's spooky month!

Warning(s): kinda yandere behaviour from Riddle, mentions of decapitation, Riddle straight-up kills you

As a child, you heard rumours of an old house known as Rose Manor. The most well-known of those rumours was that the young master of the house would behead his servants whenever they messed up, and when the remaining servants had enough of walking in eggshells around him, they turned the tables and beheaded him. They say that the young master was cursed to linger on in this world forever, as punishment for his cruelty. And they say the same curse befell the four servants who defended their master up until the bitter end.

Rose Manor has sat abandoned for years on end.

But today, you decided to visit it.

You entered the house, flashlight in hand.

To be honest, even though you don't think the rumours of the master lingering on after death had any truth to them, you couldn't help but feel ever so slightly scared.

Buildings that have been abandoned tend to always have a creepy feeling to them.

But you know that, realistically, nothing is amiss in this house. There may be a rat or two thanks to nobody caring for the place, but it's not like you're gonna run into the reanimated skeletal remains of someone...

"Boo."

You screamed out in fear after hearing a voice that wasn't your own. You spun around quickly to see who it was, and who you saw was... some redhead with a heart marking on his face, wearing what looked to be a fancy burial outfit.

"Ace! It's not nice to scare people you don't know!" Someone with a spade marking on his face, who was wearing very similar clothes, said as he entered the scene.

"It doesn't matter that much Deuce, I doubt they're gonna stay here much longer." Ace said. "Besides! This is the most entertainment I've had in years!"

"My apologies, we haven't had company in a very long time, it seems Ace here forgot how to be polite to guests." Deuce told you.

"Um... w-who... are you, exactly...?" You asked the enigmatic pair.

"Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, at your service." Ace introduced, doing a fancy little bow. "We live here, along with three other guys."

"Wha- three? There's no way! This place is abandoned, and has been for years! If five people were living here, I think people would know about that by now."

"We only appear when we want to." Ace explained, not actually clarifying anything.

"Oh! I bet Cater would be excited to see someone new!" Deuce exclaimed. "Come on, follow me."

Deuce grabbed your hand, sending a chill down your spine. He led you around the manor, into the kitchen. There were two more people there, one with a diamond marking, and one with a clubs marking.

"Oh. Hey, Loosey-Deucey! What ya got there?"

"A guest!" Deuce excitedly proclaimed.

"Ooh, haven't had one of those in a while! Hang on, lemme get the ol' formal introduction ready, been a while since I've had to do this, ahaha...!" He cleared his throat and bowed to you. "Greetings and welcome to Rose Manor! My name is Cater Diamond, unfortunately our master is not available at the moment. Would you like me to show you around?"

"I don't see Riddle being available anytime soon..." The other one sighed. "My name's Trey Clover. I'm the chef here."

"Aw, don't be such a downer, Trey!" Cater lightly punched Trey on the arm. "I'm sure Riddle will be feeling better any day now! He'll come to us and apologize for everything! And then, we can all peacefully m-"

"Cater, you know that isn't true."

"So, um... who exactly is 'Riddle'?" You asked, trying to break the heavy silence.

"Oh, he's the master of the house." Ace explained. "I had a fight with him a while ago, and he's being pissy about it and refusing to apologize." Trey looked uncomfortable at the wording Ace used.

"My neck hurts just hearing his name..." Deuce mentioned.

"Hey, you! Uh... just realized I never got your name." Ace looked slightly embarrassed.

"It's (Y/N)."

"Say, (Y/N), why don't you stay the night here?" Ace asked. "Maybe you could get Riddle to apologize to us!"

"What? Me? I'm flattered you think I'm a problem solver, but that is absolutely not what I am."

"Actually, it might be worth a shot." Trey said. "Maybe having someone new speak to him regarding the issue could help."

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

"What's going on here?"

"Hi Riddle! We were just talking about you! What a coinkidink, yeah?" Cater happily waved.

Riddle was a short boy with grey eyes and red hair, wearing the same burial clothes as the rest of them.

"Are you ready to apologize for cursing all of us yet?" Ace asked.

"It wasn't my fault, understand? I was just doing what my mother would do... it's everyone else's fault we're cursed."

"Ugh, excuses excuses." Ace rolled his eyes. Riddle looked angry, and turned to leave- but before he could leave, Ace grabbed Riddle's head and literally pulled it off of his body, leaving you horrified.

"H-hey! Put my head back on my body this instant, Ace!"

"Not until you apologize, and mean it."

"Ace, you know this never works." Trey said.

"PUT MY HEAD BACK THIS INSTANT, ACE TRAPPOLA, OR I WILL-" Riddle finally noticed you, and calmed down for a moment. "Who... who is that...?" Riddle's body pointed at you, showing he still had control over his headless body, which only freaked you out more.

"That's (Y/N)! They'll be staying with us tonight!" Deuce happily introduced you. You awkwardly waved to the disembodied head Ace was holding.

"Ahem, my sincerest apologies, (Y/N). Had I known we had a guest over, I'd have acted more politely." Riddle told you. "My name is Riddle Rosehearts, I am the master of this house. I hope you enjoy your stay."

After realizing all of these boys are undead, you tried to leave the house. However, all of them kept you from leaving.

But that's fine, that's completely fine! After all, you're only staying here for a single night.

You're only staying here for a single night...

"(Y/N), wake up."

You shot awake, and found Riddle on top of you.

"AH-! Get off m-"

"(Y/N)." Riddle placed his cold, dead hand on your cheek. "Your face. Your personality. Everything about you. You're identical in every way to my fiance in life." He explained. "It's been hundreds of years, but you're exactly as I remember, my darling."

"Huh? W-what are you talking about, Riddle?!"

"While in life, my fiance was the one who encouraged my servants to revolt and behead me... I completely understand what was going through your head at the time, I understand you thought it was necesarry at the time!" Riddle told you. "But now, now... now we can have the grand wedding my mother desired! We'll always be together, in sickness and in health! In life and in death! We've finally been reunited, my darling."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" You yelled, starting to feel unsettled.

"That's ok, dear... you'll have plenty of time to understand. We have eternity, after all." He smiled, an ever so feint blush spreading across his face. "Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater... we've all accepted that we're never going to rest peacefully. Thanks to my cruelty in life, the five of us are trapped in this world for eternity... but if you were forever with me, as you were in life, then I believe this eternal punishment may not feel as bad."

Riddle pulled out a knife.

Before you could protest, beg for your life, anything... it was lodged in your throat, and you were choking on your own blood.

"Linger on in this world forever with me, my darling."

[cardierreh15]

Hi I saw your response. I would like to clarify that being shy for some people can be a big insecurity stemming serious mental health problems or even bad experiences such as abuse. Sometimes being shy is rooted in something bigger and serious and statements such as being shy isn't an excuse can be detrimental especially for readers who have found tumblr to be somewhat of a safe space or hoping it would be.

Some people genuinely don't know the proper way to support writers here. Especially if they come from different fandoms that make gifs or write fics where liking posts is okay e.g., the Supernatural fandom.

The purpose of this response isn't to start an argument. Just insight on how some readers I've come across have been attacked for not knowing how to properly support writers especially when they are new and still navigating the space.

I appreciate the hard work writers put into their stories. Sometimes a little clarity from authors that do not have any warning would be appreciated especially for people who are new to the space / fandom and only started reading.

I appreciate your kind response and hope others reading this will be open to what has been said and be kind and not perceive it as a bad thing.

At that point honey, there’s nothing much we can do. I understand what you’re saying— thru and thru. But we aren’t mages. We can’t read minds. We don’t know who is on the other side of the screen.

What do we do when we don’t know something? We research. So if the individual has time to like something, they can click that reblog button, see how others chose to celebrate and give that individual their flowers;— you’d take from that and that’s how you become a better and more involved reader.

Being shy- It’s not much of an excuse not to support your writers. We don’t know you well enough to “embarrass you” or try to put you down for indulging on some shit. Hell, honestly— it’s how you make friends on here! By being open and free with yourself.

Again, we do this for free. It takes a LOT OF OUR TIME. So when gratitude is not shown, and we don’t feel appreciated, we lose drive. We lose confidence in ourselves yet, you’re just like “well lemme like this because that’s all I can do.” When it’s not.

And I mentioned in my previous tags, if we have the slightest idea that you’re a minor too— because that’s a HUGE deal, you will be blocked no questions asked. If you don’t have your age in your bio. You will be blocked, no questions asked. It’s not our job to ask you to put your age in your bio. It’s not our job to tell you to reblog if you interacted by liking our work either.

This is just my advice. There’s not any fandom on tumblr that I know that’s ok with you just liking their work. Reblogging is how our craft reach others. So it doesn’t matter if you’re making gifs, creating fics, edits, moodboards ANYTHING — that people put their time and their hard work into— support them by sharing their work and/or telling them what you like about it. That’s what helps us thrive.

Stop making excuses and just do it like Nike!

[limeeraser]

I’m a bit embarrassed to go on a rant about dsmp related things but I am oh so passionate about assigning dsmp characters as tma entities.

First of, I feel like I should clarify that there’s a difference between being an avatar of a fear, being aligned with it, and being marked by it. Like for instance Mike Crew was marked by the spiral but is a Vast avatar. Literally Mr. Sims himself is marked by ALL of the fears but you would only consider him an avatar of the eye. In addition, idk if you would consider Martin as a lonely avatar but he’s absolutely aligned with it. That being said here are dsmp characters and what fear entities go with them.

Dream: The Web avatar. I don’t feel like I need to explain that one.

Dream XD: The eye avatar. I don’t know much about the guy but isn’t he literally like god, like in the all seeing eye type way?

Wilbur: Desolation avatar. You can fight me on this and I’ll die on this hill. Wilbur’s whole shtick was that during early lmanburg days he was right at home and he belonged there. But as time went on lmanburg shifted and changed into something he didn’t recognize. He lost his lmanburg. So he didn’t care if everyone else lost their lmanburg too bc to him it was already gone. Also that and the whole explosion shit bc haha desolation avatars and their funny use of fire.

Tommy: Aligned with the Lonely, marked by the web. Mf did not spend months in exile and to DIE by dream just to say he wouldn’t be marked by the web. In addition, there’s a common theme of him being left alone by his friends like again in exile and more recently by Wilbur after he fucking left for Utah. I don’t think he’d be a lonely avatar bc it’s not like he thrives of others loneliness but more so he’s just affected by it.

Tubbo: Extinction avatar. I once again don’t think I need to explain myself just look at that man’s nuclear weapons.

Techno: The Hunt avatar. I am oh so passionate about this one bc he would absolutely NOT be the slaughter. I mean yeah idk you can argue he is but I think the hunt better fits. He doesn’t kill “just because”, he kills for reason. He only goes after people who have wronged him and has no reason to kill anyone that doesn’t deserve it.

Phil: The Vast avatar? Or maybe aligned? Little bird man haha. You can argue the end too but I feel like that’s better reserved for Kristin. Speaking of-

Kristin: The End avatar. I don’t know much about her but literally everything I’ve seen depicts her as kinda like the angel of death or a grim reaper.

Ranboo: Marked by the Spiral/web. Honestly you can argue either fear or both with this guy. I think the web fits in the sense of his fear of being controlled and the spiral with not trusting your own head. Little man is definitely not an avatar but he’s absolutely marked by it.

Quackity: The Flesh aligned. I know this doesn’t really make sense at first but lemme explain. He made an army called the Butcher Army, he ATE Schlatt’s heart, and he oh idk ATE SCHLATTS HEART???? He also tortured Dream in prison too but like, I’m sure you can argue the slaughter for him but I don’t think what he’s doing is senseless killing nor do I think it’s anything strong enough to be considered avatar material. I like to think of him as flesh aligned in the same way Martin is Lonely aligned.

Slimecicle: Flesh avatar so self explanatory. He’s just a pile of goop. Little shlimmy. Shlopping goopy gump

Bbh: Corruption avatar. The egg. I’m so right and it’s so self explanatory.

I’m tired but this is all I’m gonna write. Goodnight limeeraser nation

[cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos]

"This is real, this is me" - Demi Lovato, at some point back in the 2000s

TL;DR: Hi, my name is Laura and this is my personal blog. I'm Christian and vocal about it, we can talk about it if you want. I'm Brazilian and bilingual and so is this blog. I talk a lot so my posts will be often lengthy; I'm a librarian and a writer so I'll be posting about things around these themes - info science, organization, book-related, writing, short stories, OCs… I have a lot of interests ranging from Ts4, BG3 to kpop and poetry so expect those too. I'm an insecure artist, looking for a place to call mine, basically. More info bellow the cut.

It's probably the millionth time I try to kick start this blog, but anyway

Hi everyone! My name is Laura and this is my personal blog. Before anything, lemme present myself.

First of all, I'm Christian. I think it's important to clarify this right off the top so we're clear on how this blog goes and how I go. I'm Christian and really value my faith, I'm rather vocal about it, so that's within basically everything I do. I'm also always avaiable to talk about it to curious people or fellow Christians wanting to talk. Hit me up if you feel like it ✨

I do not enjoy this bit but, if things get rather hostile or aggressive, I'm unfollowing/blocking and ask you do the same bc there's no need to keep annoying ourselves. Jesus said to turn the other cheek, not to become a doormat so we'll keep things respectful and friendly as to not get into heated arguments ok? Ok.

With that on the clear, here's other things for you to know me: I'm Brazilian! And living in Brazil (for now). I speak Portuguese as a first language, and English as a second - and do risk myself at Spanish sometimes, and I'm learning Korean, so: this is a bilingual and at times multilingual blog. THOUGH I will be speaking English most of the time. That's what most people speak around here, right, so let's go, bora pra cima Brasil 🥳

⚠️This is a warning⚠️ please be noted that I talk a lot. I know I do. I talk way too much in person and type even more, so please be WARNED that my texts (this bio included!) will more often than not be lengthy. I apologize but also don't. That's it.

Hmmm, what else? Oh Yeah Well

I'm a Librarian! And a writer! I have an insane amount of projects going on now (you can call me a workaholic lol). I'm an enthusiast for Library Sciences and topics related to information, organization, books! Everything Info Science is on my radar, so I'll be probably talking about that or linking my other blog with texts about that. Feel free (and please do) to ask me about those things!

As for the Writer part, I'm a fantasy writer, with about 3 to 4 different sagas going on inside my head and very little written about them 🤡 I'm trying to get better at that as to be able to actually have something to show people rather than loose drafts. I'm also an enthusiast for short stories so I'll be eventually posting drabbles about random themes!

That's actually the whole point of this blog, writing.

Other interests and possible themes to be happening here are related to:

The Sims 4 (hi Simblr ^^); I do play this too often and will be rambling about my Sims OCs;

Baldur's Gate 3 [screams]; I am OBSESSED with this game but only get to play it when I go to my bestie's place, so not that many posts about it BUT I WILL DEFINITELY BE TALKING ABOUT ASTARION. No, I'm not a weirdo Astarion Girlfriend, I'm a normal person;

Cats. I love cats, I have cats, I'm obsessed with cats;

Poetry; I take my chance at those very rarely but I do;

Super Junior and other kpop subjects; 🤩 I'm ELF, yeah, I did write a handful of fanfics about SJ so I'll link them at my catalog, though I don't write those anymore. I do talk about them tho;

Hm, idk, the color blue, art, sea and storms (huge fan of those), random reblogs about aesthetic stuff, photography, museums, wtv. If you can't tell I have major hyperfixes in random things.

I do think of myself as an artist and I've been considering and not doing things like this blog for way too long. This is my try at making it work. I do write and post on other platforms (you can navigate through them on the buttons on the top of my blog - on desktop view - or on the links on my soon to be pinned post) but they don't usually take lengthy (I really like this word) posts like Tumblr can so HERE AM I.

I hope to find my people around here.

This is a very quick shortened bio of mine (believe me), ask me questions if you want to, my askbox 📫 is always open. And please remember: internet is just a slice of someone's life so don't go around making assumptions.

ー L

[sickly--sweetheart]

ghost has a question :0 what a f/o ?? and you you explain as like detailed as you can :3

/nf /genqes

f/o stands for fictional other!

It's a self ship kind of term, where you're (usually) dating the fictional character. Though ppl also use it to refer to platonic f/os or familiar f/os where the fictional character is their friend, queer platonic partner, or familial figure (mom, brother, etc)

theres probably other posts that explain the concept better n any being else is very much welcome to add on, clarify, or correct as they see fit lol but thats like what i understand of it!

(Lemme know if you need me to reword anything i just got off work so my brain is off lmao)

[tumsa]

Eyooooooo, I came here because I got upset. Like REALLY fucking upset, you know?

I scrolled comfortably through tumblr, thought of nothing and the vast expanses of my life waiting to be filled with another fandom-brainrott and then saw this.

You.

You are out here and dare to think about your writing as, and I quote "not good enough for serious stuff", and I thought, I should ask you this in all polite sincery:

What the fuquè?

I shit you not, I love your writing. Honestly, I could and I would write you a whole essay about why, how and all the nuances of writing you hit.

All the snippets you serve, they are fucking 5 Star Michelin meals in my starved fanfic brain.

Like your beginnings, for starters. In fanfic in general it is often so, that the writer think that you have a basic knowledge about the stuff that is about to come. Yes, that's right but every writer writes characters differently so a general introduction is always helpful to get an insight about how the character is portrayed.

The problem with this, you loose the attention span and the curiousity of readers, if you slapp on a full chapter of introductions.

And you. You just skip this whole problem as if it doesn't even exist in the first place!

Like your VegasKim fic! You come all in, let us sink in the story and it feels so incredible smooth and real because you skip the detail descriptions and useless stuff and show what is important instead!

Your writing doesn't NEED any explainations and full fledged descriptions because you manage to captive us nonetheless!

You give the 100% concentrated plot, without anything that is nice to know but doesn't influence the story in even one bit.

And this is so amazing and incredible, so don't you dare to say otherwise!

But, to make sure, you won't get the impression that this is the only thing I love, lemme tell you some more. Okay, write some more.

Your view of the characters. And for this I can use any of your snippets, storys and texts but I specificly choose Arm's Investigation Bureau and Welcome to the Playground. And here is why:

Your knowledge about your characters is, no matter how different they are, incredible large and in detail.

For example, in Arm's investigation bureau, you focus on Arm's perspective and view of things and I understood every single one of his thoughts and choices.

You showed me, how he thinks and feels and how his view influences his way of thinking and acting. He is the autidiegetic narrator in this situation, so his view filters and influences our view of Vegas and Pete in this case.

And here is the cherry on the top of it, you pull it off that the viewpoint of Arm is enough to get information about all the other characters and situations.

You don't need to clarify anything with another point of view or a sentence from the perspective of another narrator, ARM. IS. ENOUGH!

And I am hitting the table right now, because DO YOU KNOW HOW HARDCORE AMAZING THIS IS?!?!?!? HOW FUCKING AMAZING YOU ARE?!?!?!

Which brings me to my second piece of evidence, this time from your story, Welcome to the Playground.

You introduced us to a character called "Reece" (I am crying about him while I am typing this and it is entirely your fault)

Reece is an OC, and in a full fledged fandom it is a hell of work to even get some reaction from readers towards oc's because in a lot of cases one focus naturally on the charas one already know. And that's okay, it's not bad. But it could be better. It could be like yours.

Because normally, an oc is a stylistic choice. It is nice but you often lack a deep connection. Never heared of it? Yep, I thought so, because again, you fucking skip this whole problem and go in with the solution as if you were born for it!

You show through Ken's perspective how Reece acts and how it affects not only Ken but also Vegas and their whole story. So you literally slam through the narrative without abandoning the red thread and plot of your story, AND HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!?!??!?!

We TRIED so BAD to analyze how to call this structure, how to identify it and we couldn't find anything like this even in romans and books, this is so unique and so special that even bigger authors fail to portray but you do it like a walk in the park!!!!!!

You made me feel things about Reece, an complete unknown character, a blank space that you filled with his personality and his importance for the story since sentence one!

You not only made me like him, you made me cry about him! You let me feel Vegas rage, Ken's pain and the final snip that pulled him towards the Minor Family, I want to shake you so bad, then hug you and cry while yelling at you from where the fuck you could get the impression your writing would ever be not good enough for anything!

Don't think I am done with you!

Your writing is literally one of my favourite conversation topics with a friend of mine (hug the little snail if you see it and then kick it, it deserves it) and if you are able to get us two lazy pieces of wood to overanalyze every choice of words in our freetime you did something correct.

You are literally used as an example of good writing and storytelling for godsake, so don't you dare to let anyone, including yourself, telling you otherwise!

So be fucking sure, I fucking love you, your fantastic brain and your amazing writing!

Have a beautiful day and kick every asshole that tries to stand in your way and your passion of writing, no matter if human or intrusive thoughts, they try to bullshit you, so get over them, preferably with an SUV.

Peace✌

peace??? you can't send me this and then end it with a 'peace I'm out', what??? who are you and why did you decide murdering me is what you should do? hello? anon? come back?

this is one of those rare moments when i am so speechless i don't really know what to say.

thank you? i guess? marry me?

[pattonsfam-ily]

//ooc again but sorry can I just get like ,, a rundown on the characters + some basic plot points here ? this au seems so cool but I don't know where 2 start. also sorry for spam liking ur posts they r so silly I love them:)

don’t worry i don’t mind spam likes! anyway im not really sure how old anyone is at this point bc i took like a year+ break thinking i was done with all of it and i just can’t remember shit like that lmao they’re all like mid 20s but hey i remember the age differences & heights at least so i’ll say those ig (trigger warning for heavy topics like mental shit substance abuse unaliving/self harm & abuse) buckle in this is gonna be long af

so Logan Roman Virgil and Patton met in middle school. Lo Ro and V started dating shortly after Lo left his ab*sive ex boyfriend in high school. and Patton has always been a father figure to Virgil. when they graduated high school they all moved in together and Patton adopted Virgil despite their very small age difference (like 3 years i think). then a few years later Virgil’s older brother (by 4 years) Devin moved in with them and eventually Patton moved into his own place. Remus came back into Roman’s life at one point and stayed with them for a while but now he’s living with/dating Janus & Remy.

character descriptions:

Logan is the oldest in the LRV throuple. white. 5’10. gay/aroace spec. cis man. he/him. he went to college to become a teacher and was a substitute for a while. now he’s working at a science center and giving classes to toddlers/kids. he’s autistic and has a really rocky toxic relationship with his parents. they don’t approve of his relationship or his career choice (they wanted him to go to medical school like they did)

Roman is the second oldest. white. 5’10. bisexual. cis man. he/him. he got a drama/theater arts degree. he works at the local theater and acts in the plays they put on every now and then. he’s a recovering alcoholic with anger issues that lost his cousin/best friend to s*icide in high school. he has a great relationship with his parents. they’re really kind and completely accepting of him. he and his twin Remus have a younger sister named Reagan. i think she’s like 9 or 10 now?

Virgil is the youngest of the entire friend group/family. white. 5’4. gay/aroace spec. amab demiboy. he/they. he has some vague dysphoria/discomfort so he got mtf bottom surgery a little while ago. he tried to get a degree in art and child psychology i think?? he wanted to be an art therapist but he dropped out and now he’s a streamer/youtuber. he’s also autistic, diabetic, has ptsd, anxiety, depression, shitty immune system thats actually getting better with treatment, and he’s recovering from an ed. he has a great relationship with his mom & her gf and used to have a good one with his father but he was mostly an abusive asshole that went to prison and later killed himself bc he couldn’t handle all the guilt

Patton is older than those 3 but younger than Devin. white. 6’0. aroace spec. cis man. he/him. he was taken away from his shit parents & put into foster care at a really young age and eventually aged out of the system. he was never adopted. he got into lots of trouble throughout his life but some of what was discussed on here isn’t fully canon anymore. but anyway he got a degree for childcare management and opened his own daycare but eventually he sold it and now runs his own small crochet business.

Remus. same age as Roman obviously. white. 6’0. gay. cis man. he/him (but his pronouns might change). he didn’t go to college. he just makes tik toks showing off his oddities collections. he’s also an alcoholic & drug addict (he mostly just does hallucinogens now) with pica/eating issues and intrusive thoughts & extreme self harm tendencies so he’s been in and out of rehabs & psych wards his whole life. rocky relationship with his parents despite their support and used to have a rocky relationship with Roman but they’re mostly okay now. absolutely adores Reagan. will actually kill a man and/or die for his family.

Remy. little younger than Devin. white. 5’10 i think. gay. genderfluid. he/him. i cannot remember what degree(s) he has but doesn’t really matter now bc he’s a stripper by night barista by day lmao he probably also has an onlyfans but we haven’t talked about that lmao he’s a sort of recovering drug addict with suicidal tendencies & religious trauma. he also never takes his sunglasses off. they’re a security blanket/comfort item and they cover a scar his ex boyfriend gave him. his relationship with his family is awful. his parents abused him his whole life and his older sister holds it against him and treats him like shit now but she’s mostly been cut off.

Janus/Dee. year younger than Remy. korean/navajo. 5’7/5’8 idk. trans man. he/him. he’s taking testosterone & got top surgery but never got bottom surgery and never will. he went to college twice. first time for graphic design. second time was law school. he got a master of legal studies degree bc he doesn’t wanna be a lawyer. he just wanted to learn about the law. he’s a compulsive/chronic liar and very deceitful but mostly in a silly way. not 100% sure what his family life is like tbh but his relationship with his mom is strained in some way. but yeah his first languages are korean and diné. he learned english in high school.

now for my 2 main ocs:

Devin. oldest of everyone. white. 6’1. pan/aroace spec. cis man. he/him. he got a degree in computer science. he does a lot of different coding projects and once had a pc building business. but now he’s a streamer and in a band called DeCode with my other oc. he’s a recovering drug addict and has psychosis. he was married to Thomas but they got divorced a little while ago lol also has a great relationship with his mom/her gf and of course hates his father for the way he treated Virgil. he’s very protective of his baby (brother). he has and will fuck up anyone that hurts him.

Coda. a year older than Lo & Ro im pretty sure. black. 6’0. gay. cis man. he/him. he’s Virgil’s boyfriend outside his relationship with Lo and Ro but he’s completely monogamous. he got a degree in photography and art. he’s a tattoo artist & streamer and the other person in the band DeCode. (he met Devin Remy & Janus in college so thats how he met Virge). his birth parents kicked him out when he was 13 for being gay and was later adopted by two moms. he now has 3 siblings. two younger twins named Cole & Nevaeh and an older brother named Mason.

other random plot points i remember: Remy’s attempted suicide, Remy got Janus pregnant so he had an abortion around the time Remus joined the relationship, Coda got shot during an armed robbery at his tattoo shop, both Patton & Coda got back in contact with their birth parents for a short while, Virgil’s been abused both by a p•do and an ex boyfriend he had like 3 years ago.

other background ocs you’ll probably learn more about as they’re mentioned: Dante, Maeve (Devin’s girlfriend she/they), Jimmy & Noah (Coda’s best friends/coworkers), Ryan, Ximena, Aaliyah, Morgan (ngl tho he’s never been brought up again since the first time), and all the parents (pretty sure thats everyone?)

yeah thats a lot lmao lemme know if you need anything explained further/clarified or have any other questions!!

[spinspoon]

okay, so this has been rattling around in my brain for a while, so don't mind me getting my thoughts out for a moment

as someone who struggles with motivation and just getting the motivation to do things on a daily basis, this is something ive specifically noticed for me

in summary: time is a deceptive little thing.

okay, lemme explain.

so, my struggle is often i won't end up getting things done, because i'll look at the time and be like "oh, well, can't do that now because i dont have enough time/it's too time consuming to start now", when in reality ive begun to realize that most of the time, that isn't really the case. in reality, ive unconsciously conditioned myself to believe that through constant media consumption.

the way that media is created (and here, for sake of clarification, i'm mostly referring to online media) is specifically in a way that is (generally) very low in terms of actual energy consumption, and supposed to keep your brain distracted; and when your brain is distracted, it's much easier to lose track of the time. for example, if you're playing a video game, 30 minutes might feel more like 5 minutes because your brain isn't focusing on the time, it's focusing on the game and all the stimulation and stuff that comes with interacting with it.

let me clarify right now: im not saying media itself or consuming media is a bad thing, obviously. pretty much far from it (assuming you're making sure to moderate what you consume on a daily basis)

but because some types of media consumption for me are such low energy (and don't really take a lot of thinking) when my depression was much worse a couple of years ago (before i realized that's what i was experiencing) i let myself fall into an unhealthy habit of spending too much time consuming media. and because of that, my sense of time has been completely warped.

ive realized that ive completely forgotten how much time just 1 hour really is. heck, how long even 30 minutes is! whenever i do end up doing something productive, I'll end up looking at the time afterward and being like "wait, that only took me 15 minutes??"

i think another reason for this is just because of how fast-paced modern society is today, and how pressured society makes people feel about everything absolutely having to be going at a constant, continuous rate (but that's a conversation for a different time, lol)

so, in conclusion, i just want to say, mostly for myself but for whoever this might also help: if you aren't doing things because you feel like you don't have enough time for it, try and do even little things and maybe even time yourself just to see how much time it actually takes. and it's okay to start things that you might not be able to finish in that same day! as somebody who feels like they have to sit down and do everything in one sitting, this has been really hard to teach myself, but im working on getting there!

naturally, everybody will have some things that tend to eat up the day (school, work, etc.) and i totally get sometimes (or a lot of the times) just physically or mentally not having enough energy is a struggle. but don't limit yourself to not doing things because you don't feel like you have time! slow down, enjoy little things, don't let you convince yourself that just because you feel like you don't have time to do anything, doesn't mean that doing nothing at all is better than trying to use the time you have! i know that it's easier to say then to do, but if you can get into the habit of reminding yourself just how much real time you have, it really genuinely helps!

keep in mind that this is just my experience and this is just what i know has been working for me, but i thought it was worth sharing in case this reaches anyone else who has similar experiences :]

anyway, that's all, if you made it to the end of this thanks for entertaining whatever the heck is going on inside my head 💪💪

[dementedfilament]

Ginger Salazar

With a satisfied smirk, Honey ended her flame with a quick breath.

“Holy shit…that was you?” Ginger asked.

“Yup! I led that horrid thing inside.”

“You realize you became a legend to the other departments after that, right?”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good.”

“Uh…wait,” Gavin uttered. “How did you survive that?”

“His body fell on me, and I guess that was enough for the creature to overlook me and chase after moving targets,” she explained. “And I still got my one rank up.”

A few threw glances at the head witch, receiving confirmation of at least a hint of truth from his unmoving position. “That’s awful…where you grew up, I mean,” Kenny clarified.

She shrugged. “Eh, it’s not the most fucked-up story of my childhood. I’ve got plenty more. Just lemme know after we’re done if you’re interested.”

Bast leaned forward. “I would be fascinated.”

“Bast, no,” someone chided.

“Just lemme know,” she repeated. “For now, that’s enough about me.” She looked expectantly at her fellow mole.

“Mm, I don’t have anything good enough to follow that up though.”

“And? You may have been better off than me, but surely you’ve got something.”

“Ah…well, there was one thing I kinda remember.”

***

“Happy Birthday, Ginger.” Her caretakers were beaming, eager for their little genius to open her gift. They were sure she would adore it.

Not much more enthusiastic than before, the little girl placed the gift before her and tore into the paper. However, as she pulled the lid off the colourless box, she did feel a hint of excitement well up in her stomach.

Aged bronze awaited the light from inside. It was heavy, and cold beneath her fingers. Aside from the fine detail on the rounded object, a small hand-crank protruded from the side.

The adults around her were practically vibrating as she pulled open the weighty cover. A small toy, dressed equal parts ballerina and circus clown, rose to the tip of her toes, centered between Ginger’s reflection staring back at her.

“Do you like it?” One of them asked, unable to read her standard flat expression.

“...Yeah,” she answered. After taking in the little dancer’s stage, her hand felt around for the crank, winding it as far as it would go.

The room filled with a gentle, plinking tune—a somewhat familiar lullaby she remembered a few of the adults humming to themselves. All the while, Ginger couldn’t tear her gaze from the mesmerizing dance of the little toy.

That is, until it came to a stop. She could feel her shoulders sinking at the show’s abrupt conclusion, but felt it improper to start it again so soon.

“She loves it,” she heard the whisper beside her.

“I knew she would,” another murmured back.

“Well,” a third person addressed her, “you can play with it more later, if you’d like. For now, let’s cut the cake.”

Her head whipped up. “Cake.”

“Yes!” The group smiled. “Let’s go enjoy some cake!”

After carefully placing the object on the coffee table, she hopped to her feet for her once-a-year special dessert.

Any spare moment she had, Ginger found that music box in her hands again. Over and over, she wound the crank and played the little melody, watching the dancer spin around and around. Before practice, in the spare time after lunch, right after dinner…hell, she even snuck a flashlight under her bedsheets just to continue observing the fascinating mechanisms of her present as her brown eyes observed her motionless expressions from the mirror.

Her caretakers were surprised by her intense attachment to it, but were glad she was enjoying it so much at least.

And, she would be happy to say that she hyperfixated on that thing until she eventually grew bored or otherwise outgrew it, but no.

After lunch one day, she fled gathering for her usual dose of music box. But when she popped open the lid, the music began playing without her initiation. More than that, her reflection was…different. The silly hat, the frilly outfit, the light makeup and big, red nose…it was reminiscent of the box’s toy ballerina.

Before the lullaby completed, she shut it, rose to her feet, and ran to the bathroom. She climbed up the plastic steps and leaned onto the counter, carefully looking over her features. No silly clothes or strange makeup. Just Ginger and her messy green hair.

The caretakers began calling her name. Stepping down, she would have to save this investigation for after her training.

Instead of under the sheets, Ginger merely plopped the box on top of the comforter. Flashlight bearing down on it, she slowly pried it open once again.

And she was met with the same automatic music and odd reflection. She felt her body and face, the reflection imitating, but found that it was definitely just the mirror being odd.

Hesitantly, she shut the lid. Then opened it again.

It sprung to life, and the reflection had no change.

She closed it. Then opened it again.

No change.

Close. Open.

No change.

Close. Open. A madly-grinning clown stood behind her shoulder.

She whipped around, searching for the intruder only to find none there.

Her gaze returned to the box. Slowly, carefully, she cracked open the lid again just to verify what she had seen, then returned it to her desk.

Nothing.

In the morning, she opened it again. This time, she was taken aback at the sight of herself—or rather, her not-self. The untameable green locks and big brown eyes were not moving with her body, but rather, the same blonde bun and assumedly-blue orbs of the little spinning toy inside. Even her face structure seemed different, as if she’d matured to adulthood overnight.

She reached out to touch her reflection, but as her fingers met the cold glass, a high-pitched, dramatic cackle came from behind her.

Her head whizzed around again. It sounded like evil clowns, but no evil clowns were present. So, she shut it again so she could make it to breakfast.

During her lunchtime music break, she could finally feel something sink in the pit of her stomach. Upon opening the music box and seeing her not-her reflection, there was yet another addendum to the mystery.

Not only had her reflection been replaced with the toy, but it seemed as though…she, herself, replaced the plastic dancer that had once been inside. The piece now had her same hair and eyes, and even a slightly differed skin tone to match, as if it had been molded and painted that way from the beginning.

She shut the box, not daring to open it again, then sped off to her daily duties.

The aged bronze began collecting dust until one of her housemates got into an altercation with another child and was subsequently, “allegedly”, pushed down the bottom few steps, which she definitely deserved.

Her wailing rang throughout the whole house, and none of the adults could seem to calm her, no matter the method.

Finally, Ginger got the idea to run to her room and swipe the music box from her desk. She carefully approached the girl and held out her peace offering.

After at least half an hour, the girl’s sobbing was reduced to sniffles. “Is that…for me?”

“Yeah, since I know you were interested in it.”

She hesitantly accepted the gift, staring at it for several seconds before opening the lid. The music didn’t play automatically. Her face twisted in disgust at seeing the dancer. “Ew, it’s a clown.”

“If you don’t like it, give it to someone else.”

Her mouth formed into a furious pout. “No! You gave it to me, so it’s mine!”

“Then you’re welcome,” Ginger stated firmly, resisting the urge to confess that she just found the brat annoying and wanted to shut her up.

When the adults found out she gave her gift away, they were disappointed, but understood that she no longer desired it. Perhaps next time they may celebrate her day of birth, they can find her a present that she’ll keep with her for years to come.

Something that doesn’t involve evil clowns.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

[yeswevegotavideo]

i's always so much fun to discover new stuff that are different between US and Europe. Here we don't use the top sheet (seriously I've never seen that) because our sheets are not scratchy? What kind of material do you make bedsheets from? We use plain cotton canvas which isn't scratchy...Also beds are a lot different, the way people in films always get "tucked in" like somebody pushes the blankets under the mattress so you can't escape? Strange

So if I'm putting bedsheets together I need them to do several things:

Be heavy, but not overly heavy, so I feel like there's something actually covering me

Keep me at the right temperature, neither cold nor hot

Be able to be shoved aside easily so I can stick my feet out whenever needed

Feel smooth & soft

Conform to my body enough that there aren't huge pockets of air on either side of me

When I'm making my bed, from the mattress up, it goes: fitted sheet, top sheet, thermal blanket #1, thermal blanket #2, throw blanket large enough to sleep under. (When we get to summer it will be fitted sheet, top sheet, one of the thermal blankets - probably the heavier one.)

To clarify, I was talking about blankets when I was talking about scratchiness. Our sheets, both top/straight and fitted, are fine-woven cotton (or linen or flannel if you wanna get fancy) and smooth and comfy. But blankets come in a variety of materials and most of them have, to me, a Bad Texture to sleep in direct contact with.

Take, for example, the humble thermal blanket:

I have always slept with a thermal blanket, for as long as I can remember. In the summer, it's usually my only blanket. The best way to use a thermal blanket is as a layer between the top sheet and other, heavier blankets, so that it acts (unsurprisingly) like a thermal layer, keeping heat in but allowing some air through to "breathe".

But you see that crossweave? If I were to use a thermal blanket WITHOUT a top sheet between me and it, I would be SO uncomfortable. I would feel it all night, and in the morning I would have that crossweave pattern imprinted into my skin, painfully. Not to mention, without the top sheet the "thermal" quality of the blanket would be less efficient. It might let too much heat out, or if it gets too hot I won't have the top sheet for "wicking" purposes.

Now, some (probably many) people around here don't use thermal blankets. Some people don't even use what I would consider "normal" blankets, like quilts or whatever. They use duvets, or more often their cousin known, inexplicably, as "comforters". There is literally nothing comforting about a comforter. Now, idk what comforters are like in other parts of the world, but in mine, they are usually made of a semi-rough, stiff fabric (I swear to god it's like they're trying to make cotton as burlap-like as possible) and filled with a thin layer of what I can only describe as "stuffed animal fluff". They are both too lightweight to actually feel like you're being covered by anything (see last bullet point above) and somehow, simultaneously, an instant ticket to being uncomfortably hot & sweaty regardless of the season. They're like the world's largest, most useless throw pillow. I honestly think they're supposed to be decorative but I personally know people who use them as blankets. And it confuses the hell out of me.

As for duvets, they're usually better in the weight department but that's about it. Everything else is basically the same ad comforters. I just...I need layers. If all I had was a duvet I would be stuck between "too much blanket" and "not enough blanket" and no other choices. I don't get that.

I've never understood the tucking the blankets under the mattress thing either (see bullet point above re: foot freedom) so I can't help you there. I tried it once and I just felt like I was in prison lmao.

Lemme ask you tho, when you buy sheet sets do they just not come with a top sheet, or do you just ignore it? Here a standard sheet set is usually a fitted sheet, a top sheet & two pillowcases. (Or one if it's a twin or single set.) Is that just not a thing in Europe?

[wisemins]

The Beach, Palm Tree, Cool Off, and Feathers for Yelena 😊

BIG THANKIES BESTIEEE askin about mah wife huh? PERFECT IM IN THE MOOD TO GUSH ABT HER The beach 🏖️ - When was the last adventure/vacation/mission you went on with your f/o? HMMMM Alright our last little adventure was actually Yelena sneaking me into her place of work during a busy day to take an exclusive look at new BONES in the back. Dinosaur bones. Ones not quite on display yet. My recent liking for dinos had her itching to show off and impress me-- amaze me if you will, so that happened! It was fun, didn't get caught or anything just got to see some cool bones with my wife 😌😌 Palm tree 🌴 - What was the last gift you and your f/o exchanged, and what was the occasion? Yelena got me three very gorgeous rings! A sorta set type of thing-- it's cute, I love it. She likes them too, so that's also good, she likes my grabby hands if they sparkle. I also recently got her a new coffee mug, can never have enough of those as it turns out since she keeps a collection of them to assist in her caffeine addiction. There wasn't really an occasion! She gives me gifts fairly often and likes surprising me. I do too! She's just better at it LMFAO Cool off 🍹- When was the last time your f/o made you laugh so hard you could cry? (Or vice versa) Oh, lemme tell ya. This might be the stupidest thing I've ever cried laughed at to date but I'm also a child so-- what do we really expect here huh? Yelena is German and Russian, she's trilingual. Speaks German, Russian, and English all fluently (WOWIE what an inspiration mAH WIFE), and some words just sound...really funny. I have a thing for funny-sounding words. I'm an aspiring linguist so she frequently says things outside of English just to do it-- or to quiz me. One day I asked her to grab me a soda, very simple. She grabbed me a can and simply said: "Sprudel". I lost it. Completely. Tears and scream laughing at how funny it sounded. This was the first time she ever made me laugh so hard I could cry-- and it wasn't even intentional. She then clarified that it *actually* meant sparkling water but she thought the word would have been interesting for me to hear. She was absolutely correct and was now officially a comedic genius from that point forward. Now it's kind of our thing-- sometimes I call her a tall glass of sprudel like the cringe lord that I am and it always gets a smile out of her. (Hence why one of her tags is Sprudel, too special not to tag right?) Feathers 🦜 - What is something you look forward to in you and your f/o's relationship, whether big or small? AH. Good question, @ me. I look forward to anything that will make me fall more in love with her! The way she gets ready in the morning? I look forward to every morning, watching her walk around getting ready for the day. If she changes anything I'll notice, and I'll love her for it. Little things like that, the discovery of something I didn't realize was there, I live for it. I wanna love her more each day, and I always do. She's still rather mysterious despite me knowing her so well, and also her being my wife that helps me thinks-- but anything I can latch onto I will always look forward to. And all the cuddles, never enough of those. THANK YOU FOR ASKING BESTIEEEEE virtually talking your ear of now bcus ofc I would. WELL HERE'S SOME INSIGHT ON MY BIG ASS WIFE <3333 Feel free to send me an ask for this ask game!!