#no fancy scripting programs

[lynxgriffin]

Random question but what do you write your scripts in?

Nothing special, I just write my stuff in google docs so that I can have easy access to it.

[physalian]

You don’t have to pay for that fancy worldbuilding program

As mentioned in this post about writing with executive dysfunction, if one of your reasons to keep procrastinating on starting your book is not being able to afford something like World Anvil or Campfire, I’m here to tell you those programs are a luxury, not a necessity: Enter Google Suite (not sponsored but gosh I wish).

MS Office offers more processing power and more fine-tuning, but Office is expensive and only autosaves to OneDrive, and I have a perfectly healthy grudge against OneDrive for failing to sync and losing 19k words of a WIP that I never got back.

Google’s sync has never failed me, and the Google apps (at least for iPhone) aren’t nearly as buggy and clunky as Microsoft’s. So today I’m outlining the system I used for my upcoming fantasy novel with all the helpful pictures and diagrams. Maybe this won’t work for you, maybe you have something else, and that’s okay! I refuse to pay for what I can get legally for free and sometimes Google’s simplicity is to its benefit.

The biggest downside is that you have to manually input and update your data, but as someone who loves organizing and made all these willingly and for fun, I don’t mind.

So. Let’s start with Google Sheets.

The Character Cheat Sheet:

I organized it this way for several reasons:

I can easily see which characters belong to which factions and how many I have named and have to keep up with for each faction

All names are in alphabetical order so when I have to come up with a new name, I can look at my list and pick a letter or a string of sounds I haven’t used as often (and then ignore it and start 8 names with A).

The strikethrough feature lets me keep track of which characters I kill off (yes, I changed it, so this remains spoiler-free)

It’s an easy place to go instead of scrolling up and down an entire manuscript for names I’ve forgotten, with every named character, however minor their role, all in one spot

Also on this page are spare names I’ll see randomly in other media (commercials, movie end credits, etc) and can add easily from my phone before I forget

Also on this page are my summary, my elevator pitch, and important character beats I could otherwise easily mess up, it helps stay consistent

*I also have on here not pictured an age timeline for all my vampires so I keep track of who’s older than who and how well I’ve staggered their ages relative to important events, but it’s made in Photoshop and too much of a pain to censor and add here

On other tabs, I keep track of location names, deities, made-up vocabulary and definitions, and my chapter word count.

The Word Count Guide:

*3/30 Edit to update this chart to its full glory. Column 3 is a cumulative count. Most of what I write breaks 100k and it's fun watching the word count rise until it boils over.

This is the most frustrating to update manually, especially if you don’t have separate docs for each chapter, but it really helps me stay consistent with chapter lengths and the formula for calculating the average and rising totals is super basic.

Not that all your chapters have to be uniform, but if you care about that, this little chart is a fantastic visualizer.

If you have multiple narrators, and this book does, you can also keep track of how many POVs each narrator has, and how spread out they are. I didn’t do that for this book since it’s not an ensemble team and matters less, but I did for my sci-fi WIP, pictured below.

As I was writing that one, I had “scripted” the chapters before going back and writing out all the glorious narrative, and updated the symbols from “scripted” to “finished” accordingly.

I also have a pie chart that I had to make manually on a convoluted iPhone app to color coordinate specifically the way I wanted to easily tell who narrates the most out of the cast, and who needs more representation.

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Google Docs

Can’t show you much here unfortunately but I’d like to take an aside to talk about my “scene bits” docs.

It’s what it says on the tin, an entire doc all labeled with different heading styles with blurbs for each scene I want to include at some point in the book so I can hop around easily. Whether they make it into the manuscript or not, all practice is good practice and I like to keep old ideas because they might be useful in unsuspecting ways later.

Separate from that, I keep most of my deleted scenes and scene chunks for, again, possible use later in a “deleted scenes” doc, all labeled accordingly.

When I designed my alien language for the sci-fi series, I created a Word doc dictionary and my own "translation" matrix, for easy look-up or word generation whenever I needed it (do y'all want a breakdown for creating foreign languages? It's so fun).

Normally, as with my sci-fi series, I have an entire doc filled with character sheets and important details, I just… didn’t do that for this book. But the point is—you can still make those for free on any word processing software, you don’t need fancy gadgets.

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I hope this helps anyone struggling! It doesn’t have to be fancy. It doesn’t have to be expensive. Everything I made here, minus the aforementioned timeline and pie chart, was done with basic excel skills and the paint bucket tool. I imagine this can be applicable to games, comics, what have you, it knows no bounds!

Now you have one less excuse to sit down and start writing.

[the-robot-bracket]

Robot Poll Green Round 1

Orisa Propaganda:

She's a super sweet horseshaped mom figure. She was originally a traffic enforcement robot that was destroyed by one of the main villains and was then rebuilt to be better by a super smart 13 year old girl from Africa.

Orisa loves helping old ladies cross the street, puppies, and protecting her team mates.

Angela Propaganda:

It is impossible to say much about her without spilling spoilers everywhere. She's haunted by the ghost of the woman haunting the narrative. She's stuck in the timeloop for one morbillion years. She is responsible for so much death. She has blue hair and pronouns. She turns into worse, haunted versions of herself. She has narratively significant Closed Eyes. She's done nothing wrong. She embodies the conscious effort to Become (you know how it is). She gave up corporate mangement and now owns a magic library made of peoples. She's breaking the cycle. Everything is her fault. Nothing is her fault. She has a gang of enforcers dressed in fancy clothes. She's wanted by the feds for being an abomination upon man. If the yuri is to be believed she's wanted by the ex-feds for unrelated reasons. She's a star in a Korean Anarchocapitalist hellscape dystopia. She threatens to turn people into popcorn machines. I love her

I'm really simplifying this, but she is an AI made for the purpose of executing her creator's plan by constantly going through a timeloop, resetting every time something goes south. Her task is to aid the protagonist and nudge them in the right directions, as well as pull the strings behind the scenes, making sure the play goes according to the script. She faces a lot of terrible things due to the nature of this script, and eventually comes to resent her creator and the reality she exists in, given that she's experiencing everything 100 times slower thousands of times on repeat. She can't do anything before the scenario is complete, however, due to her programming.

According to her, "all sorts of new algorithms and functions were created and a new history of AI was written" due to her creation (quote from the wiki) in universe as well. Complex AIs and human-like machinery are outlawed, so her existence is basically illegal.

In the second game, when she gets her revenge, she's on a quest to learn about the world and eventually become human.

The fact that she's an ai is very important to her character growth and the story as a whole, so I think she deserves a spot in the tournament :)

[gingerdusk]

Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons: 2

Headcanons 1 here, Tower layout here

He overshares when he's drunk. It's a good look into how his brain works, but he has a 50/50 chance of putting his foot in his mouth

He has a handful of custom spells, one of those being an illusory campsite. Gale's Minor Mirage, he calls it. You're welcome!

The stitch scar on his neck is from being held at knifepoint by a particularly opportunistic thief. Said thief got hit with a lightning bolt

His spellbook is beautifully scripted to the untrained eye, but contains additional notes written in invisible ink. He presents himself as neat and tidy, but his real scribblings are anything but

While inflicted with the Netherese Orb, his blood leaves rashes on other people wherever it touches. Not severe ones, but it doesn't feel pleasant. Like a mild sunburn

Quothe (the raven familiar) is his. It's named that because it loves to listen to Gale read literature (and occasionally recite lines where he leaves off)

He owns a fancy lanceboard set; it was a housewarming gift from his parents when he first got his tower

When he was little, he used to wear a ribbon as a headband to pull his hair back with, and a cape. His hair was fluffy and fell to his chin

His favorite color is blue, but he thinks he looks more refined in purple. His mother thinks he looks most dashing in red

His favorite hobby is helping Tara adapt spells with somatic components for tressym use

His first staff was a Sun Staff, gifted to him by Elminster

His most recent staff was a Staff of Power

Both of these, he had to consume. It was a very, very hard choice to make

Other things he's had to destroy that he cared for dearly:

Emerald Pen (left over from days at the academy; worse that it wasn't worth it, as it didn't give him more than a few hours)

Chromatic Rose (given by a lover upon breakup)

Duplicitous Manuscript (The Art of the Night is one of these)

Needle of Mending (kept it on his person after the thief incident)

Wand of Enemy Detection (carried it with him on excursions with Tara)

Wayfarer's Boots (his favorite travel pair)

Arcane Grimoire (one of his first found artifacts, copied a few spells from it into his own book)

Candle of Invocation (a gift from Mystra)

Crystal Ball of Telepathy (Tara used it more than he did; her little paws can't cast Sending)

Songbird Sage's Signet (wore it everywhere, only used in a pinch; he misses the weight of it and rubs his finger occasionally)

Crown of Whirling Comets (wore it to the Blackstaff annual balls, partly to show off)

The 6th level spell Program Illusion is what appears during his Death Protocol. As it needs to be tied to an area within 30 feet of where it's assigned, it's what his briefs are enchanted with. His reasoning is that he'd always have them, and no one would take them off him while dead

When he's panicked, he burns through the magical item he fed the Orb with faster. That's why he puts such a weight on keeping calm

The reason you have 2 days to resurrect him before exploding, and why he can still live for a bit if you don't give him an item immediately, is because without careful management, it consumes HIM. He has 2 days worth of magic to his person

He doesn't like to turn people down outright. To him, the gentlemanly thing to do is to go on a first date to indulge whomever asked. He's had a lot of first dates

He's been accused of using Enchantment as to why he's so dashing once or twice. It absolutely stoked his ego around his looks

Quipper fish and hundur sauce is the dish he's most proud of, but his favorite is a good slow roast

He'll make illusory ceilings for dates with starry skies and auroras. Maybe floating candles if he's feeling fancy. Yes that extends to the bedroom

If left to his own devices, he will relax in a bath for HOURS. Tara thinks he falls asleep in there (she can't prove anything)

Before the orb, he and his mother had a pseudo-competitive exchange of cookware. They'd take turns making the most ELABORATE dishes in the same fancy glass pan, and send it back and forth trying to outdo each other. Whenever one showed up with the pan, it would always be with a healthy seasoning of smug satisfaction and sweet compliments about the last meal

He likes picnics on the beach. If you show him shells and things he'll happily tell you where they came from

He always dresses just a smidge too warmly for the weather

He can sleep just about anywhere, and frequently does in his tower. It's not good for his back. When Tara finds him, she always tugs a blanket over him

His family symbol is a crescent moon setting in the water

Bonus Tara headcanon: her opal collar is her spellcasting focus

[murfeelee]

Do you have a tutorial of where you convert objects after and make them function?

Hi! Yes and no, LOL. 😅

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Welcome to Murf’s School of Crap and Crap-Making!

School Motto: Prepare to be tortured! For Science!

Lesson #28: FUNCTIONALITY (I love the way you move~! 🎶)

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Quick Tid-Bits about Buy Mode CC Functionality

At its most basic level, object conversion follows the same basic steps from this tutorial I made here (for TS2 to TS3 converting). Once you have an .obj mesh and your .png/.dds textures, it's really just a matter of Exporting the mesh from a 3d modelling program (Blender or Milkshape), plus the textures into an image program (Gimp, Photoshop, etc), and Importing all of them into whichever TS3-compatible program you wanna work with (I always use TSRW cuz I can't stand Blender).

But when it comes to FUNCTIONAL CC, it really does depend on what the specific function is. Anything that's not Decor is Functional (anything sims can actually use/interact with; or that you can toggle specific options on). But the Buy Mode object types were NOT created equally--some are WAY more complex than others. Some functional objects are static--they don't move around much or do anything fancy (a table, a lamp, etc), and if they do move, it's very limited and doesn't require a bunch of finagling to make them work right. But some of these turds have pieces that are mobile/etc. 😰 When a sim interacts with the object, there's animations & bits moving all over the place & lights flashing & noises beeping & all kinds of crap happening. So objects tend to get more complicated to make as their functionality increases and there are a lot more moving parts.

LEVEL 1: SCRIPTED (Decor) Objects

Scripted objects are fun(ny), cuz that's when you're changing the base function of an object, by giving it a new Script in TSRW/S3PE (The Transmogrifier mod at MTS basically does this for you in-game). For ME, I'm usually turning a decor object into a functional one. Sometimes that's as simple as taking Wall Decor and giving it a script that makes it ACT like a functional wall tv/mirror/etc instead). Other times I'm making my Edible foodstuffs & Drinkable beverages. These often REQUIRE Arsil's Beverages Mod or something, cuz the script is from a 3rd party mod not built in the game itself. So it depends, but most of the time it's super easy & simple (which is why I tend to make these a lot 😅); just a matter of copy/pasting one script into another.

LEVEL 2: VERY simple functional static objects

There's some basic functional CC that follow the exact same steps as the 2t3 tutorial I already linked above--just swap the meshes & textures, adjusting the mesh sizes/positions as needed, and you're DONE (barring any finagling with Shaders (if you want the mesh to be see-thru or have a neon glow or whatever)):

Surfaces & Comfort (tables & chairs/sofas ONLY*)

Lighting (all lighting categories)

Electronics (Radios, Alarms, Clocks ONLY*)

Hobbies & Skills: LN pianos/keyboards

Toys (SN 8-ball, basegame/AMB crafted toys)

Plumbing (toilets, sinks, & SOME tubs)

Appliances (firepits)

Party (the dance rugs, SN fairy houses, FX Machines from LN/SHT ONLY*)

Debug/Transportation: Teleporter, IP Jet-skis

Plumbing (toilets, sinks, & SOME tubs)

* there's likely exceptions I'm forgetting about, but for the most part these are the "Only" super-reliably simple functional objects sims can use AFAIK

LEVEL 3: More involved functional objects

But then there's garbage that either require you to mess with their Joints/Bones (cuz the objects move / have animations when sims use them); or Geostates (the object changes shape/state when sims interact/use them & move them around). Or worse: you have to edit BOTH. 💀

More Involved (but not bad once you get the hang of it)

Electronics (TV screen meshes need careful positioning, computers have joints/bones on the mouse)

Appliances (stoves--the oven doors have joints/bones)

Storage (toy/treasure chests -- the lid has a joint/bone IIRC)

Sports (WA training dummies have joints/bones IIRC)

Debug (WA incense has geostates)

Hobbies & Skills (SN wands have geostates)

Transportation (ITF hover boards & SN magic brooms have geostates)

Toys (teddy bears have a lot more joints, that pretty much use similar steps as CAS CC--the Mesh Toolkit is your friend!)

None of these are really complicated, once you get the basics of how joints/bones & geostates work.

IMO, other than the teddy bear, you can easily & quickly assign joints/bones to meshes manually, without needing the Mesh Toolkit to do it for you at all. But be careful when manually assigning them! If you mess up assigning the joint/bones, the object mesh will move around in effed up ways during the animations.

OR, it might not move at all--which NGL is sometimes a blessing in disguise! 😅 Sometimes--not always!--it really doesn't matter if an object doesn't have bones/joints, esp. when converting super busy meshes that don't really "FIT" within TS3--like medieval/fantasy/sci-fi meshes with all kinds of fancy bits. In those cases, it's easier to say EFF the animations and just make it a static mesh instead--the dresser/chest/oven/etc doors/lids don't open, the car/bike wheels don't turn, but the object still FUNCTIONS properly--the sim can still USE it as intended, which is all that REALLY matters. 😌

Geostates though? That's a bit different. Cuz making geostates mean you have to make multiple different version of the mesh, cuz the object has different States that show up: full/empty, broken/fixed, up/down, messy/neat, finished/incomplete, on/off, open/closed states. Wands & guitars & brooms & beds & boats etc. NEED geostates in order to act right. They're either supposed to move around with the sim a certain way; or change depending what state they're in when interacted with versus left alone/idle. And those states can be freaking annoying to work with, esp. in TSRW. 🤦 Ofttimes it's easiest to break the mesh into multiple individual groups, Import them all into TSRW separately, and then manually assign the geostates group-by-group, not vertices-by-vertices--(guitars & rowboats, I'm looking at YOU).

LEVEL 4: Harder / More Complex (frikkin irritating)

Hobbies & Skills (guitars--too many effing geostates)

Toys (dollhouses, sandcastles, etc have geostates)

Storage (bookcases have geostates) dressers & armoire/wardrobes have annoying joints/bones for opening the drawers/doors/etc)

Pets (basegame fishbowls have a lot of geostates IIRC)

Transportation (IP rowboats have TOO MANY frikkin geostates & joints--I always say never again! and then I make another one, LOL 🤡🤥)

This is where my patience gets frikkin tested.

LEVEL 5: Too Effing Intimidating / Annoying / Hard For ME*

Appliances (pretty much everything else, I don't go here)

Comfort (beds, cribs, etc. have geostates I'm too lazy for)

Plumbing (showers/tubs with moving doors/screens)

Entertainment, Hobbies & Skills (I don't go here)

Transportation (bikes, cars--absolutely not)

Pets (my rabbit mod--never again and I mean it)

* I am notoriously LAZY--once there's one too many steps or things start acting funny or going wrong, I give up HELLA quick, cuz chile, I HATE making CC. Simming is a hobby that helps me relax; not a job I'm required to do for my livelihood--I'm not tryna be stressed over frikkin pixels. There's objects I've never made before; or only made ONCE and swore to NEVER make again cuz I love myself; or I've tried to make and completely failed at and don't care enough to figure out. So I'm not saying these objects are impossible, I'M just not messing with them. 🤣

TL;DR: Your Mileage May Vary!

So yeah, your question is actually harder to answer than it seems, cuz it really depends on what functional object you wanna convert. There's objects I have no idea how to make--I see way too many moving parts, and I run in the opposite direction.

[mikoworks]

Folks expressed interest in reading the scripts for the Curly and Jimmy high school/college AU comics I’m working on, so here’s a script about how Jimmy got his scar!

Game night

Curly is waiting for Jimmy to come over that night. It’s getting late. Curly is getting worried.

Curly texts Jimmy: Hey, are we still on for game night? Are you okay?

No answer.

Curly looks out the living room window. Nothing.

Curly sighs, slumps on the couch, turns on the tv, and boots up a video game.

Curly falls asleep on the couch.

Later that night, there’s a loud knock on the front door.

Curly is startled awake.

He groggily trudges to the door and opens it.

He quickly awakens fully with a shocked expression.

Jimmy stands on the porch with a gash on his mouth. Blood drips down his chin onto his shirt.

Jimmy: Sorry I’m late.

Jimmy chuckles.

Curly ushers Jimmy inside.

Curly: Jimmy, what the hell happened?

Jimmy: Biking accident.

Curly: Bullshit. I know a biking accident when I see one. Was it your dad again?

Jimmy kicks off his shoes and slumps on the couch.

Curly kneels next to him on the floor.

Curly reaches toward Jimmy’s face.

Curly: Can I help?

Jimmy moves his face away from Curly’s hands.

Jimmy: You’re not my fucking mom.

Curly: Right, right… sorry for pushing.

Jimmy sighs.

Jimmy: Fine. You can help.

Curly rushes out of the room. Jimmy picks up the remote control and starts playing a game. Curly returns with a wet rag and bowl of water.

Curly dabs the rag on Jimmy’s lip.

Curly: Why didn’t you go to urgent care?

Jimmy: Because I didn’t want to miss game night.

Curly: Your health is more important.

Jimmy: I’ve dealt with worse. Turned out fine every time.

Curly brushes his finger against the gash on Jimmy’s lip.

Curly: You’re going to need stitches.

Curly and Jimmy exchange glances.

Curly’s expression is pained empathy.

Jimmy’s angry expression softens to guilt.

Jimmy: Why do you care? In a couple of months you’ll be off at that fancy college in California having the time of your life.

Curly: Fancy college in California?

Jimmy: The one you talked about nonstop for months.

Curly: About that…

Curly picks up the acceptance letter off the coffee table and hands it to Jimmy.

Jimmy reads it.

Jimmy: Wait, you’re going to college HERE?

Curly: Yep. That “fancy college in California” didn’t have the program I wanted.

Jimmy smiles.

Curly: Which reminds me. I wanted to ask you… Would you like to be roommates?

Jimmy: I’m not going to college, Curly.

Curly: Doesn’t matter. We can get an off campus apartment. I’ll go to school, you’ll go to work. Maybe it’ll be good for you to… get away.

Jimmy tears up.

Jimmy: And here I thought you were just going to up and leave.

Curly: What? No. Why would I do that?

Jimmy: Because that’s what everyone else does.

Curly: Jimmy I…

Curly thinks to himself, I love you.

Curly: I would never leave you.

Jimmy slumps and cries.

Curly: Can I… hug you?

Jimmy hugs Curly. Curly returns the hug.

Jimmy: Yeah, it was my dad.

Curly: I know.

[kittyfuckincheshire]

📺WORK SHENANIGANS📺vox x reader

18+ minors please don't interact!!!

CW: oral,cunnillings,slightly dubious consent(?),work stuff,sharp claws

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You set down the hairbrush on the marble countertop and look yourself over in the mirror.you were in a fancy dressing room, getting ready for a special interview with the 6_6 news!!!

You had gotten accepted for the 6_6 news apprentice program awhile ago,when the letter came in you were ecstatic, immediately packing up your belongings as it said in the letter.According to it you were being granted a free room in what was called (the Vee tower).

But that was all in the past.now,you had worked your way up to being chosen to explain today's weather.it may not seem like a lot to a normal sinner.but to you it was exhilarating being able to do something important for once.

You applied a generous amount of lipstick/balm and stepped back to fix any outfit imperfections.you decided to just wear a regular uniform,a short skirt and a tight blouse ordered by vox of course.

You nodded to yourself in the mirror confidently before opening the door and walking out, you turned the gold colored door knob and are greeted with the long hallway that leads to the news room. It was bustling with soulless sinners working for the various overlords staying in the big tower.you squeezed through the crowed room barely making it out the room.

You take a long sigh and slouch a bit,immediately perking up to look around the room and to partly not show weakness.

It was a room with a greenscrean back drop,a counter,a teleprompter ,etc everything just like a normal news stage on earth.

You look around to see no Katie kill joy and no tom trench around, only empty seats and by standards.

Where's Katie and tom?asking no one in particular just hopping to get a answer from someone.

Called in sick last minute,that's why we need you to do the weather, a demon leaning on a teleprompter said scrolling through their phone sounding like he was annoyed by your presence.

You grumbled taking your seat behind the news counter, rolling your eyes, if the others wanted to have attitudes then you could dish it out to.

You look up a timer splayed on another teleprompter,above on the ceiling read 3 MINUTES ,which you guessed ment the cameras should start rolling in 3 minutes.

You rest your chin in one of your hands and stared at nothing, beginning to day dream about making it big and being the next Katie kill joy.

You're quickly snapped out of your thoughts as sharp pricks are felt at the tops of your thighs.You want to gasp, but you hold it in as you lean back to look under the desk.

A glowing teal screen looking back at you,with a sharp tooth grin. VOX.you're employer that you have come to have a more than co-worker type relationship with.

On multiple occasions you'd be the main target to take his pent up stress out on,finding yourself pushed up against an aquarium wall or even dangling of the Vees tower balcony as your holes were ravaged. But it wasn't like you didn't get off by the rough treatment too.

His red eyes bore into yours as you made eye contact,he was on his knees under the desk looking at you hungrily.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die right at this point,you couldn't say anything to make him move because of all the people there,so you had to deal with it,not that you didn't think it wasn't kinda hot...

You snap you're self back into reality to look up and see 1 MINUTE on the timer instead of 3,Shit.you looked to your desk and scrambled around until you found a drawer under it,but vox was already rummaging through it and handed you a stack of papers with a devious smirk.

You take the papers and his claws lightly graze your finger tips, which sends a shutter down your back.

You straighten up as you read over the script,flipping through the pages to get to the most important bits before a voice was heard shouting through the studio.

"ALRIGHT WERE GOING LIVE IN 10" GET FUCK'IN READY"

the demon screeches at the crew and they all scurry around the studio like rats trying to get everything as instructed for their superiors.

The camera ticked a couple of times before it started rolling live.you shuffled your papers around before turning to the camera with a professional smile.

Vox vibrated under the desk, seemingly chuckling at you trying to be 'professional' for the audience.His eyes kissed as he caressed the insides of your thighs the sharpness making white marks,but not enough to cut.he pushed up your skirt before forcefully opening your legs to gawk at his prize.the thin black colored panties being the only thing that kept him from you.

"hello and good morning pentagram city"!,a lovely sunny day is on the horizon,a rare and odd phenomenon in hell,hear it more professionally from our scientist at voxtech,the camera panes over for a moment giving you time to catch your breath.you don't dare to look down as you mumble softly,almost inaudibly.

"VOXX..."

His audio receptors heightened to listen to your voice,as a jolt of electricity is felt course through him as his hand twitches,his claws lightly sinking into your flesh making you instinctively pull away with a quiet wince.

The camera is quickly panned back over to you,a quiet rip of your panties is unheard by the cameras, as you begin to talk about the weather for the week.

Vox had sliced them right down the middle,normally this would make you gasp and angrily tell him not to do that,but this time,you were powerless.he could do whatever he wanted to you under this desk and no one would be the wiser.but the thought of getting caught only spurred him on, soon noticing the thriving erection threatening to break the fibers that hold his pants together. But that could wait.

He let his younger lull out,a thick glowing teal appendage,almost tentacle like in shape having a "sharp" rounded of tip, a soft blue light was cast across your torso, it being barely picked up by the camera, but still noticeable if you were seeking it out,you hoped no one was.

He made a long lick on the inside of your left thigh,the surprise of darkness made you crumple the piece of paper you were holding slightly, you're mind was starting to get foggy,You're brain going on autopilot for the time being, you read from the script.

His sharp teeth grazed your sensitive inner thigh were he just licked, making your legs try and shut them selves instinctively, he held your legs open forcefully,in a strong almost painful grip.

You set your papers aside,opting to hold the cup of coffee on the table with a death grip instead, it was vox's, it reading "FUCK ALASTOR" just another way to sneak propaganda about the old timely prick anywhere he could.

But no thought could pass your mind without being interrupted by the tiny licks and bites from the man himself.

Your core thronged and pulsed in need,he would call you a slut, or maybe a good little slut of he was feeling nice,but he had to restrain himself as the slight bucking of your hips from your exposed cunt.

You continually talk about the weather,another camera panning moment to see another news reporter with a green screen pointing out all the major weather areas.

Vox took his time teasing your lips,short quick licks,neglecting the spot you wanted him most,you wanted to whine, to tell him to just fuck you already,but you were helplessly under his control right now and he reveled in it.

He suddenly plunged into your heat,his long younger reaching all the way to your cervix.he mapped out your inside, carefully licking at your walls to try to elicit an reaction.

Tour fingers twitched around the mug as your posture shifted to arch your back, your mind was clouded with pleasure as he found the spot that would usually make you squirm.

The camera was moved back to you with a short goodbye from the other reporter,you're smile began to falter slightly as you spoke.

"THANK YOU JANE" and now for tonight's tv schedule.. You looked down at the papers with a twitching eye,beginning to list the shows that would be on tonight.

Vox's rhythm never faltered,each thrust made your vision cloud, forcing you to swat it away as you tried to list off the names.

He could tell you were close,your cunt squeezed his tongue like a vice your clit throbbing for attention.He curled his tongue upward and began to rub a knuckle against the under-stimulated bud.

The suddenness made you voice falter into a slight stutter, but you quickly snapped out of it as your hips began to grind into him subconsciously.

Your end was close you could almost taste it,as the end of the broadcast was coming closer, only two more shows to lost off.

Vox put his all into pleasing you that moment,absolutely pounding your sweet spot and rubbing your foot in unison.

Your vision almost went pure white when you read of the last name,back arching impossibly as you let out a little sigh,your organs am hit you like a truck.

But the thing is,he didn't stop. Your legs wanted to clap shut around that tv screen head put the grip he had on your legs made that hard.

You picked up the last piece of paper to wrap up the report, the goodbye,it was fairly long it took up 3minutes of air time.

But he did have some mercy, letting go of one of your legs to reach a hand out to you,You quickly slide your hand down to lace it with his, squeezing it hard,The overstimulation was enough to force you into another,smaller orgasm,as you tried your hardest not to make any engrossing sounds.

You wave the camera good bye,with your free hand the director shutting it off with a click.

"AND THATS A WRAP PEOPLE BACK TO WORK" the overseer boomed as he clapped,making you flinch vox carefully retracts his tongue back into his mouth, your taste still coating his tongue and mouth as he hummed satisfied with him self.

You began to tremble slightly as you pushed your chair back to look down at him.

His eyes were lidded and his gaze loving as gently pressed a kiss to each of your knees.

"Thank you my little spark, I needed that".

-END

This took forever, it is really long, I hope y'all enjoyed it!

[xhellnhighheelsx]

11/River prompts, hmm? How about… “You still manage to surprise me.”

River Song has been called a great many things in her life- reckless, impulsive, imprudent, uninhibited. But the truth is, River Song is nothing if not an avid planner.

Meticulous and fiercely prepared, she leaves nothing to chance. Why bother? With all of history at her fingertips, why shouldn’t she treat every undertaking like an open book test? She made a habit of research, of peeking back or taking a cheeky look ahead. She routinely strolls through a bustling street at breakfast only to dig up its ancient remains by dinner.

Similarly, if she wants to organize a date with her husband, she diligently plans when and where to leave her love notes and invitations. If she fancies a romp with Pretty Boy, she need only look as far as impersonating the nearest ancient queen or galactic empress. That face really did have a habit of endearing himself with the aristocracy of any era. When she misses her floppy haired Sweetie, a museum is always her best bet. With a nostalgic streak a mile wide, there's no keeping that man from waltzing through glass covered exhibits, reminiscing about all the ways he’s molded history.

And on days like today, when she goes looking for trouble just for the hell of it, when the secrets locked in an impenetrable bank vault have tickled her fancy, River always, always does her research on the people who built it.

Tapping in the twenty-seven digit numerical sequence, River bypasses any and all security codes with a three thousand year old fail safe password that was programmed by the client who commissioned the place. Juliana Primean, lovely woman, great at golf, had a terrible habit of using her grandchildren’s birthdays as passwords.

A green light grants her entry, the door hissing as it pressurizes, preparing to open. An easy smile twitches River’s lips, because its almost too easy.

The door yields, swinging wide to reveal nothing but bare walls and stale air. 

Well, she did say almost too easy.

It isn’t often someone beats her to the punch. Being fashionably late typically suits her just fine. The static in the air tells her she is most definitely late, even if only by a few seconds. Singed neutrinos reek of time travel, and River allows the buzz of it to draw her deeper into the empty vault.

Her heels click across ancient metal, echoing for naught but dust as she comes to a stop at the center of the room. There’s a note, intentionally placed and thoughtfully written, that reads, “Dinner?”

Space-time coordinates in script that could only belong to her husband make for a tempting summons. No sooner has a smirk curled the corners of her red lips than quick fingers are tapping at her vortex manipulator.

Matter shatters and rebuilds around her, smoke and vapor and the sudden smell of something divine.

“If I knew you delivered irreplaceable artifacts, I wouldn’t have bothered breaking in,” River coos in that honey velvet voice she saves just for him.

She hasn’t turned around to greet him yet, but she hears the grin in his voice clear as day as he says, “Yes, you would have.”

When she turns to face that cheeky husband of hers, a small gasp falls from her lips, breath momentarily stolen. There's a table set for two beside a giant wall of glass. Around her is intentionally dim lights and sound-proof walls, and her mind races with all the ways she could put it to good use.

Shame its primary function is a viewing platform. She doesn't have to wonder what for. Beyond the glass is a blazing Protostar, all oranges and purples and electric greens as matter and chemicals condense and swirl. It's the earliest stage of stellar evolution, only lasting about 500 millennia, a blink of an eye in the turn of the universe.

And maybe it's the way his tweed contrasts with stardust or the giddy way he rocks back on his heels, awaiting her approval, but River finds herself pulled toward him, the irrevocable fusion of hydrogen and helium and sharp edges and soft curves.

“This is a wonderful surprise,” she purrs, all joy and baited breath even as her eyes narrow in suspicion. “What's the catch?”

"Nothing!" he sputters and flails in protest, nearly upending a bottle of champagne. "I’m allowed to spoil my wife.”

River hums, studying him. Spoil her he does, often and with enthusiasm. He swings by in a top hat and tails and whisks her away to dance on ice rings and to see nights filled with stars and to watch planets be born. But he’s never taken a page from her playbook, never left her a carefully crafted and impeccably timed invitation before.

River chances a glance over her shoulder, making certain there isn't a carnivorous swarm or hostile planetary takeover on the horizon. Finding only starlight, she turns skeptical eyes back on her husband. “How’d you know I’d rob that vault?”

“Hah,” he barks out a laugh, his left arm leaning against the back of a chair, all self-assured swagger as he pins her in place with a crooked smile. “Two things are always bound to end up in uncrackable vaults. The rarest and most beautiful and impossible thing in the universe-“ he pulls out a chair for her in invitation, buzzing with secrets as he adds- “and the Primean family fortune.”

He’s on fine form today, and doesn't he just know it. The curl in his cheek is insufferably smug and devilishly handsome, and she’d be a damn fool if she didn’t allow herself to be pulled into the gravity of him.

Swaying into his personal space, River catalogs the way his gaze drops to her mouth the way a compass finds true north. Her skin hums from the undivided attention, the delight in her voice a betrayal of her contrary words. “Many ambitious thieves have had a go at breaking into that vault."

“But only you could pull it off,” he whispers, all seduction and sly smirks.

It's her turn to be captivated by his mouth, by the lips of the man who beat her to the punch, who emptied the impenetrable room of all but a handwritten note. “Look whose talking.”

Her husband merely shrugs, knowing full well she’s a sucker for mischief as he explains, “I cheated.”

“Dirty talk already, my love?” Green eyes dancing in that way she knows drives him to distraction, River slips past him, taking her seat before temptation demands she go straight for dessert.

"Behave," he half-heartedly scolds her. The answering hum she gives is warm and low, the rumble of something wicked on her tongue when he blurts, "I want to show you something."

Pity, she much prefers it when he makes her eyes flutter shut. River bites her bottom lip to keep from telling him so.  Her gaze shifts to the view beyond the glass, to a black vacuum that swirls with glittering matter and shrapnel from the nearest nebula. She inhales deep, the rich aroma of fine cuisine from some far off time and place delighting her senses.

Bless him, he's gone through such trouble.

"It's gorgeous, Sweetie."

"Hm?" the Doctor looks up from where he'd been digging through his top pocket, eyes glancing to her and then the Protostar. "Oh, yes, I thought you'd like it." Half his arm still buried in his coat, he steps around to face her, nearly tripping over his own feet as he wrestles a small jewelry box from its hiding place. "But this is what I wanted to show you."

Pale fingers crack open the box, holding it out to her. River's breath catches in her throat. "Is this.." she exhales, all wonder and reverence as her eyes drink in one of the lesser known but highly coveted treasures rumored to be stashed within the Primean fortune.

"The Eye of Infinity," he tells her, giddy and full of the very magic that makes the universe turn. "It’s a micro galaxy encased in a Neuron Pearl inside a necklace made of pure Lonsdaleite diamonds." It's complicated and rare and physics defying, and it has nothing on the grin splitting her husband's cheeks as he says, "May I?"

"By all means," she breathes, but the Doctor is already brushing her hair aside, draping it around her neck before the air has left her lungs. Long fingers set to work, diligent in their task. It still thrills her, the way his fingertips brush against the back of her neck, the way his breath ghosts over the shell of her ear.

She wonders how long he’s been planning this. Unlike her, the Doctor is typically a creature of whimsy. No sneak previews, just barreling in and hoping for the best, his standard method of operation. But, with this, River can feel the precision, the planning, the perfection that went into this night.

As his hands fall away from their task, his knuckles trail across her shoulders and down her biceps before gently turning her toward the glass. In the reflection, she sees herself, fresh from a heist and still dressed for the occasion. Behind her, the most impossible man in the universe is grinning like the cat who ate the canary. A flush creeps over her skin at the sight of it, at the feel of the Doctor's breath on the side of her neck as he leans in to get a closer look.

Across her chest rests the most beautiful necklace she’s ever seen, and River’s voice drops an octave, ripe for misbehavior as she sighs out, “Oh, I am so keeping this.”

“I was hoping you might.”

She catches his smirk in the reflection, her interest peaked. “Not like you to encourage grand larceny. Quick, take me to bed before my husband comes back.”

He chuckles at her wicked tongue. “It’s not stealing. It’s a gift, from its owner.”

River’s incredulous brow arches as she turn to look at him properly. “Since when were you the sole heir to the Primean fortune?”

“Since I won it in a game of golf," he offers flippantly, tapping the tip of her nose. He dances away from her then, a flourish to his gangly arms as he removes the lid that's been keeping their dinner warm. "And not the whole fortune. Just the bits I thought you’d like.”

“When you said you cheated…”

“At the golf, definitely.” his coat swishes, hair falling into his eyes as he mimes swinging a golf club.

"I didn’t know you played," River offers, eyes locked on him, because she really isn't hungry anymore. Well, not for what's on the menu, anyway.

"I’m full of surprises," he grins.

Their eyes meet, the gold in his refracting the distant starlight. It's far more entrancing than nebula clouds or priceless heirlooms could ever dream to be.

Her own eyes must be filled to the brim with love and delight and desire. It must be written on her face, her appetite for something besides dinner, because that husband of her flushes crimson, entirely too pleased with himself as River confesses, "Yes, you are."

[loonasketches]

NEW DCA SONA :00

Meet Celeste! (She/They)

Sgshskskal I’ve been working hard to complete this design and god I absolutely love her!!!

You can read more info abt her below :3

Her nicknames are Cel for short and Nova as a preferred nickname (often given by close friends and kiddos). She’s the same height as the attendants, 7 ft tall.

Essentially made to be a self-care programmed and behavioral management robot for both kids and animatronics alike! Due to her design she’s mainly assigned to the daycare but she also does mazercize with Glamrock Chica and VIP shows on the main stage with the band!

Her personality is a little different from how Fazbear Entertainment advertises her though. They perceive her as graceful and radiant, elegant and motherly. Which is really only part of her character. In reality she’s naive and pretty sporadic. Looking for fun and mischief while being pretty impatient and reckless at times. They love playing games (including video games if she manages to get her hands on a game console), watching movies, napping and crafting.

Much like the daycare attendant she enjoys crafting and theatrics, however they prefer having fun more than following a script. As much as she enjoys spending time with the glamrocks she finds performing with them to be more of a drag than anything due to how serious most of the main cast takes it, mostly because of company standards. Trying so hard to meet expectations rather than enjoying their time during shows.

So they more enjoy spending their time in the Daycare with Sun and Moon, although the two don’t react well to her arrival at first. Sun takes her being assigned to them as the company believing him to not be adequate enough to do his job. He believes to not to need any sort of help and that he does his job better than most of the humans and animatronics alike in the pizzaplex. So he comes off quite impatient and passive aggressive to Celeste at first.

Moon is a similar case but he more sees Celeste as a fancy new replacement for him than an additional aid. Seeing as how their purposes are similar, Moon making sure kids get proper sleep and Celeste making sure kids follow all proper self care in general. He comes off more aggressive than Sun, first meetings not going so well.

The main root of these three’s relationship is essentially all three struggling to accept help from from one another yet they each want each other to take care of themselves, more or less. Celeste being stubborn and often reckless in their pursuits, and pretty impatient when things go sour.

They all get along eventually-

Anyway that’s the end of my ramble- hope you guys like them!! <333

Here’s some transparent versions too-

[egginfroggin]

Buried Treasure in the Sand, the Lynari Desert

"We once met a man who said he dreamed of finding a great treasure buried in the desert. "Everyone burst into laughter, and told him there was no such thing. "But the moment I saw this place, I felt his dream would surely come true. "The desert glittered like a sea of jewels under that shimmering sun."

~ Opening narration, the Lynari Desert

Talking under the cut:

So this took a while! It would have been up sooner, most likely, but Kirby decided to rot my brain for a while.

This is for my Pokemon/FFCC AU, and is part of what could be considered the main story, following Akari and Rei (or Dawn and Lucas). Return to Sender takes place in the same AU, though that mainly follows the train twins.

I learned a lot doing this, and although I know I could probably polish it more, I just want it to be done so that I don't lose motivation with the project and get discouraged. It's time for it to be finished, so it's finished -- not perfect, but as close as it will get.

Tried emulating the fancy script that they use for the dungeon names for the handwriting; it was tricky. Fun fact, I was so into FFCC when I was younger that I actually thought it'd be fun to absorb the script's fanciness into my own handwriting -- thus, my handwriting was once nigh illegible, but has settled to something halfway between cursive and print, still with some excessive swoopiness here and there.

It's never really stated who the narrator is referring to in the opening narration for the Lynari Desert, but I somehow always assumed that it was Hurdy/Gurdy. He would be the most likely to know of a "treasure" hidden in the desert, after all, though he might not remember why. Also, Gurdy is the one you learn the riddle from, so I guess I always just thought it was him.

Anyway, the man in question is Emmet this time around. What's he doing here? I'd love to tell you, but I'll let y'all ruminate on it because this is getting long and alas, I'm too tired to attempt much more coherent thought.

So, thank you all for reading! I am open to constructive criticism, especially about backgrounds and shading, as I consider myself to struggle with those.

Thank you very, very much, and I hope you all have a wonderful, blessed day! (ˊᗜˋ)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* <3

(program: krita; time taken: about 28 hours, cumulative)

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Writer tip: Repeating a character trait doesn't make it true.

"he/she/they were clever." said ad nauseum doesn't make it true. Prove it in the text, demonstrate it.

I mean you could tell me. And you could show me the university certificate, but it doesn't make it true and I won't believe you.

s/He was an inventor. Fine. He was an inventor, then demonstrate it in the text. Are they a one-trick pony and can't apply it after you introduce it? Then I think he stole the invention. He doesn't know how it works, can't demonstrate it being useful in other applications, can't figure out how to invent anything on the spot, has no mind of being an engineer. I don't believe you. Give me the mindset of the person.

The person was intelligent... again, demonstrate this is true in the text by them using words in context that makes them sound emotionally and intellectually intelligent. I'd be much more impressed if they were explaining fancy mathematical theory to a three year old using three-year old language than I would be them using long multi-syllabic words at random. That takes extra intelligence, to me. Fermat's Theorem AND be sensitive enough to get a Three year old's attention, hold it, and get the kid to understand. That's like intelligence on steroids.

It's not show or tell in this case, it's *actually put it into the text* instead of slamming me with the character trait over and over.

If I went around telling everyone every ten seconds I was smart, and I was clever, would you believe me? If I said I got into Yale, maybe you would wince and ask something like, Iunno, were you a nepo?

But if I told you I watched an episode of MacGyver and then broke apart a mechanical pencil for the spring and used some sticky tack to fix a screen door. That would lead some credence to how I was smart.

(BTW, he wasn't fixing a screen door in the episode).

If I told you I used dental floss to make a locking door open from the other side, you might believe me (It was a lunchroom push door. I'd gone to the dentist the previous day and had it in my pocket. I got sick of getting up for the door, so rigged it.)

BTW, this isn't a copy-paste moment, but to think up your own creative solutions to problems and try to borrow the mindset of everything can be fixed with duct tape, for example.

In another words, the more I demonstrate the logic, the mindset, then you'll start to believe me.

This person was creative. Still doesn't make it true. This person did avante garde paintings challenging colonialism and a dying planet using mixed mediums and trash, might tip those scales.

Frankly, I don't care if you tell me, or if you show me, just demonstrate it on the page it's true instead of repeating it over and over at me.

Go MacGyver with your engineer. Know your art movements for your artist. Know your pirouettes for your ballerinas. Pick up at least a fraction of the mindsets, so when Iunno, a computer engineer looks at someone saying the UX person told them that the program functions, but it doesn't actually work, it makes sense. (I saw a Japanese drama do this brilliantly, BTW, and I was delighted. On the flip side, I've seen people try to pass HTML and Javascript as "programming" especially badly formatted Javascript. I'm looking at you Square Space. WTF was with that badly formatted Javascript and calling that "programming". I may lack game, but seriously, that's not a good advertisement. Look, our program spits out terrible javascript and we don't know what programming and scripting is...) This is why the best writers are nerds. Wok Hei for your Chinese chef. I spent 3 hours looking up old waterwheels to get the engineering.

Again, don't use AI to get there, do the work and find an edge to play with. A gap. Because AI can't find gaps. A lot of professions have mindsets or varying mindsets. And if you capture that, you'll get ahead. Did I watch Cells at Work because doctors highly recommended the anime, yes I did. But I also picked up how doctors think.

BTW, dropping into process story structure for a little bit to demonstrate the impact or the brilliance of a chef, a painter, an engineer, etc usually tips people over the edge. It doesn't have to consume that long in the book either.

[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA programming, some details of scripts/introjects but none of TBMC

We have programmed Warrior Cats. I like to make that clear every once in a while. We have colony cats who were raised for woodland living, who prefer the cult and are most comfortable with that danger than domestic safety. They probably weren’t intended to be Warrior Cats, more loosely based on the feral colony in the area. Our mother was a literacy teacher, and reading was our best coping mechanism second to outright dissociation (fancy dissociation, guided style). She didn’t see the harm in letting us read the series, so we internalized some of the details. Those are Warrior Cats now, and have been for longer than not.

The reason I point this out is because I see a lot of talk about new media as rare or impossible to program with. This was fairly accidental as far as I know, a chance to elaborate that wasn’t specifically disallowed, but we also have a fair amount of recent media tied to our programming (especially on the modern side of the system). The more exposed we were to external narratives, the more our trainers twisted them to put them to use. Scripts and media introjects don’t have to be used at all in programming, but there is no one rule book outlining which are allowed. Different trainers and different groups will have their own methods. There is no wrong way to have been hurt.

[ieatmoonrocks]

Waiting Room

Inspiration pic:

About:

Is an open-concept one-story house, furnished and decorated to fit my style.

Initially located in a seemingly endless body of shallow water, in perpetual sunset.

Has an extreme time ratio, one year here is one second in any other reality.

All realities I shift to include the safeword "sunset" which when said with intention to shift brings me here.

I am always aware that my WR exists in every reality and never forget how to get here

I initially am the only being in this reality.

It is extremely safe here.

I can't accidentally shift away, I must use the front door.

Anything I mentally script in cr shows up on a page in my scripts here.

The house "resets" when I leave, cleaning and restocking itself.

Features:

The bed is massive and extremely comfortable

There's a storage cabinet with various objects I might need

The wardrobe fills itself with any clothes I want

The living room has a tv where I can watch anything I want, including "movies" of events from any DR

The living room also has a bookshelf that has any book I want on it, including books that tell me the secrets of the universe.

The kitchen is fully stocked with the best appliances and ingredients.

The dishwasher instantly cleans dishes and teleports them back where they belong

There's a cup that is always full of whatever drink I want at the perfect temperature

The front door has a screen that connects to my laptop so I can choose from realities.

The bathtub and shower have all the fancy products and endless hot water.

There is a high quality speaker system throughout the house

The back porch has a hot tub, hammock, and dining table.

There's a front deck with a few plants.

Objects not meant to break are unbreakable and don't malfunction

And of course endless free utilites

Phone:

Is connected to pretty much everything.

Sends and receives information to the laptop, controls the speakers and tv.

Has access to any song/ show/ movie/ podcast/ etc. I can think of, even has stations for each reality.

Connects to food preparation appliances, and will alert me when the food is cooked enough/ prepared for the next step.

When cooking there's options to fast forward or even instantly cook to that steps satisfaction.

Smart alerts - phone is aware of my proximity, as well as how much attention I am paying to the phone, and adjusts how the alert is sent.

Can order any prepared food I want and have it appear on porch table.

Can order additional objects which will appear on or next to the porch table.

Can look up any book from any reality I want even with ultra specific details and then ‘send to bookshelf’ causing a copy of the book to appear on the bookshelf.

Can look up and save different environments in my phone library, and set the outside environment to match.

Can add additional items or rooms.

Indestructible, infinite battery, infinite memory, amazing speeds, stays clean.

Has access to whatever social media I want from any reality. has the best feed in all social media.

Has a library that contains records of all versions of myself in each reality, section of most interesting versions of self.

Can send info to my mirror to project certain versions of myself which then changes my physical appearance in the WR. Can edit DR apperances.

Can "invite" copies of people from my DRs, who show up at the front door.

Laptop:

Receives and sends info to the door screen and phone.

Archives all visited realities, auto generates info pages/ scripts from details received from door screen.

Has a program that works similarly to A03 ~

Can script random realities or offshoot realities, details can be filtered for/against. Pages of realities are generated with a list of ‘tags’, opening the page lists more in-depth information, that is searchable.

Realities can be saved to the main page. on the main page realities can be rated or flagged as no-go (these are unavailable in the door screen). keeps track of manually added likes/ dislikes, also generates suggested likes/ dislikes based off of traits in common between visited realities and my rating of them.

Can give summaries of what changes in between parallel realities when one thing is changed.

Has a section of good script suggestions that never end.

Contains a section per script of “mentally scripted” points that can be added or dismissed.

Has programs for designing characters, rooms, images, etc. that are very easy and intuitive.

Records daily journals of all visited realities (yes even WR), as well as videos that can be watched as any sort of genre.

High quality overall, unlimited memory and processing.

Has any video game from any reality I want, with no load times, high speed , all the good stuff.

Me:

I can eat as much food as I want, the food/ drink disappears once it hits my stomach. (Alcohol still gets me drunk though)

I don't need any digestive bodily functions to survive, and therefore no need to use the bathroom.

I don't get a period.

Drinking/ others have absolutely no negative effects on me, and doesn’t effect my immediate or long term health.

I know where everything is located in the room. I can never lose/ misplace anything, especially my phone.

I never spill anything.

I'm very creative (script ideas, reality names, writing).

All the patience!

I can never get lost in this reality. I never stray too far from the house, and I always have my phone when I go exploring which will point me back, otherwise I pretty much always know my way back.

I can’t get hurt or sick or die, including environmental damage like sunburn, poison, etc.

I don’t have any mental illnesses.

I don’t care about any of my stresses from other realities. I see them objectively.

I'm extremely smart, great at analysis, great memory.

I have perfect senses.

My appearance upon arrival is that of whatever reality I came from.

+1 Brownie Point if you read to the end :)

[whoslaurapalmer]

hi lulu!!! just want to drop by and say hope things are going well - i've seen you posting about starting the new job and enjoying the tasks so far and i'm excited for you <3

thank you vera!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖so far things have been good!! i have not officially been Let Loose to work so it's just been like. exploring programs on my own and writing phone call scripts (and being trusted to do that!!) and checking things out which is really nice to be able to have time to do. to make my own notes before i actually make phone calls and take the time to figure out what i am responsible for and how to do it and what makes the most sense. i know a lot of work places aren't horrible but a lot also are!! so i know it's really lucky that i have a boss who is so chill and willing to let me learn so much and she works with people who are also as nice. she's running a small business so the stakes are like, important, of course, but like, low. she has stressed many times 'it's okay to make mistakes!' thanks, bosslady!!!!! bosslady is very easily, uh, frazzled, though, and i 100% understand why this woman needs a secretary to handle her calls. like, Oh, Yeah, She Really, Really Does. bosslady, check your email. you've been trying to make me a provider profile on the scheduling platform, not an admin profile. bosslady i cannot help you with this you have to contact the platform again. bosslady.................................

i do tend to get very Focused on something for work though and not stop until it's done, and considering i'm working part-time overall that's not, like, really how i want to vibe here, bc i will work Longer than i am supposed to, and that, if i worked anywhere else, would be a very exploitable quality, but i also must not overuse that in myself!! and i'm glad i've noticed this during training and before i am actually on the clock and can create firmer work boundaries!!

i've also been rearranging my office! it is half craft room-half office, and i got my neat new desk for big computer and i like sitting at it more than my own personal desk. also my own personal desk has things on it because i am also still rearranging the whole damn house and i wish there were less boxes but i am working very hard. ANYWAY HERE'S MY FANCY WORK DESK BC I'M VERY PLEASED WITH IT

points of interest --

-yeah we uh spackled the walls recently. i said that, if my brother and i were to be truly adult responsible, we should spackle, get paint samples, paint, and then assemble my desk. but my desk came early. and i wanted my desk. my mom had big computer on a very tall table so she had to stand and i can't stand in one place for very long. so we spackled, assembled the desk, and then scoped out some paint. we HAVE picked a paint color, they don't make this one anymore so we went on a hunt to find the closest color and what you need to know about me is that i ADORE paint names. we've picked one called 'MINT CONDITION' i'm so thrilled

-my dream for the office is that it's like, miami vice aesthetic?? but the miami vice aesthetic was very, very specific. it wasn't a widespread 80s style, it was, as you, may, imagine, specific to, miami. it's pastel art deco revival with the miami modern style. there's a lot of white, pinks, blues, glass, not NEARLY as much neon as google will try and convince you but still some neon. so i'm working on colors right now..........that's also why there's a miami picture in the little cabinet. i am NOT a 'poster of location with place name on it' person and i by no means ever intend to stare longingly at it hoping to vacation, bc you gotta be hard-pressed to get me out of the state i live in, but. it fit the vibe.

-44 laura desktop bc i adore them

-pusheens!! oh and a tiny little popcorn hello kitty from some time ago........and there's some disney tsum tsums bc i fucking loved the goddamn tsum tsums. i've got a tsunade keychain in here too i should put her somewhere. oh so my other like main home dream is a pusheen in every room and, well at this point, yes, i have enough pusheen things to accomplish this. (except the bathroom, i want to get like......one of those plastic crystal pusheens for the bathroom........) so some rooms get. more than one pusheen.

-a yarn bowl filled with post-it notes. this is not all the post-it notes i own. in the grand tradition of 'lulu's mom bought WAY more of something than was strictly necessary,' i may be set for life with these post-it notes. along with the paper clips. spare notebooks. markers. everything. also the yarn bowl is like actually shit for holding yarn, so. it holds post-it notes very well.

-it's a mix of some of my trinket-y stuff with some of my mom's stuff, the jade elephant was hers, i crocheted her the bus back in 2012, the sushi i also got in 2012, everyone needs a thesaurus, her binoculars.....i would like to get more Things but i must also figure out if i need any shelves for. yknow. actual. work. content

-my keyboard makes typewritery click clack noises and i adore it. i do also have a keyboard+mouse with usb connection but i don't think bosslady cares. OTHER places you could do remote work for want them hardwired, so.

-my wrist rests came with a matching coaster which was a delight bc i was also looking for a goddamn coaster

-to the left of the post-it notes is a PERRY THE PLATYPUS KEYCHAIN it actually broke, many years ago, and no longer has the chain but i loved it so much i had to keep it, so i've shuffled it around and now it has a delightful home on work desk.

-my chair is new. i love it dearly. it is better than the sad swivel chair my mom had, however i also refuse to sit like a person in it, so i am not quite experiencing all of the ergonomic benefits as i could. alas.

-THE DESK HAS A LITTLE STRIP LIGHT AND I LOVE IT WITH MY WHOLE HEART it changes color too!! it doesn't have a broad color spectrum option but i like the greens and blues.

[tangerp]

Here is a short list of basic resources to aid in your Tumblr RPC experience and resources to aid with editing replies.

RPC Resources:

-XKit Rewritten- Allows for trimming reblogs for replies, quick reblogs, quickly adding tags, and mutual checks on the dash. Chrome Download . Firefox Download -New Xkit - An older version of XKit Rewritten, but includes features such as their blacklist that is more powerful than Tumblr's blacklist feature. Chrome Download . Firefox Download -UBlock - Useful for blocking ads, scripts, and disruptive UIs. Link. -Session Box - A multi-login tool for Chrome-based browsers that allows a new tab to access a different login. Works well for users with multiple main accounts who don't want to log out each time to switch Tumblr accounts. Firefox has this as a built-in feature. Chrome Download

Text Editors:

-Grammarly - A typing assistant that was founded in 2009, Grammarly is a free program that aids in the grammar of your typing and makes suggestions for clarity, spelling, and punctuation. Chrome Download . Firefox Download -Space Generator - Created by Byluna, this text editor allows for quick font editing for your reply. You can give custom colors to your text, double space, or triple space at the click of a button, and if you accidentally close the tab the site will not lose your progress. Link. -Cool Text Fonts - An older site that provides fancy fonts that you can copy and paste into your replies. Link.

Disclaimer: It is not necessary to edit your text in the Tumblr RPC.

There are plenty of other useful sites and programs, so if you'd like to add any of your own, feel free to do so!

[fairlyabookie]

Age

Author's note: And we're back on our regularly programed Promptober! Enjoy!

Content: visible aging | skincare things | very minimal depiction of aging

Everything has to be perfect. From his skincare to his makeup, Vil desired nothing but to be the epitome of beauty, the unrivaled shining beacon of what meant to be beautiful. This mindset meant collections upon collections of skincare, where one hoped to see youth bloom upon a canvas of skin. 

“[Reader], what are you doing?” 

Vil perks an eyebrow at the sight of [Reader] with a face mask on. 

“Doing my skincare routine, obviously. What? Am I spending too much time doing it?”

“Stay right there. You just reminded me to do something.” 

[Reader] can wait in suspension when the third year comes in with his cosmetics. 

“Scoot.” 

Vil commands; [Reader] obliges, making space for him. 

“Thank you.”

His soft response was uncharacteristic, earning a perked eyebrow from [Reader]. 

“Something wrong, Vil?” 

They inquiry, averting their gaze to Vil’s side profile. Being so close to the third year, they notice small discrepancies with his skin; blemishes blossoming on smooth porcelain skin, a dewy sheen glistening in the light. 

“Oh yes, [Reader]. This new product is making me break out, and I’ll have to drop it from my skincare routine.” 

Vil gives an eloquent bottle to [Reader], what they presume must be the product. They give the description, a lengthy list of ingredients that [REader] could presume are natural until a polished nail points to a certain item. 

“Salicylic acid, 10%. My face was burning at the end of the day, [Reader]. Awful.” 

Vil sighs.  

“Do you mind handing your cleanser?” 

He points to the smaller bottles on the vanity. One side of the vanity had smaller bottles of skincare, presumably [Reader]’s while Vil had more bottles with fanciful packaging that could only indicate the best skincare.

“Alright, don’t cry to me if you break out, though.” 

“I will not. Your skincare is so simplistic; I could easily remedy my break outs with just your products.” 

 [Reader] wore a complicated expression as they passed the product to Vil. They return their gaze to the vanity, Vil’s visage in full view reflected in glass. They couldn’t place a finger on it, but it seemed that Vil was aging, even more than usual. Under the light, eye bags weighed heavily under his eyes, a stark contrast with his youthful looks. How strange for the Pomefiore dorm leader to be afflicted with this ailment. He’d tell off a resident if he ever sees someone with this predicament. 

“You okay? Sounds like this is more of a stress problem from the looks of it.” 

“I’ll manage.” 

Vil says brusquely. Under the guise of worry, [Reader] couldn’t help to inspect those imperfections. Maybe they were having a bad dream and seeing Vil in a different light. A perfectly timed flick on the forehead confirmed their worries. 

“Ow, why did you do that for?!” 

[Reader] rubs a part of their forehead that got flicked. 

“Worry about your beauty, potato. I must be so beautiful that you can’t keep your eyes off me.” 

A scoff escapes from [Reeader]’s lips. 

“Sure, Vil, whatever you say.” 

The throbbing pain on their forehead was real, alright, and that meant [Reader] was not seeing things; something was wrong with Vil. Just as they form the words to voice their concern, Vil hands back the product. 

“Thank you, [Reader]. Text me the listing of the cleanser. This is a lifesaver.” 

“Not a problem! Anything else, Your Highness?” 

[Reader] curses under their breath as their train of thought vanishes upon Vil’s commentary. 

“That’s all. I’ve got a script to read; don’t bother me until supper.” 

Violet eyes scan over [Reader]’s profile on the mirror, a frown making its way to his expression as he departs from the vanity. They voice an affirmative, barely noticing a wrinkled hand lingering on their shoulder.