#was having fun creating their lore

[prophetictattoo]

i did @aliengirl 's business and hobbies cas bingo and i rolled for:

the librarian, the nail artist, and the acting teacher

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

"Why did you change my name to 'Mr.Eaten?'"

Collaboration with the amazing @foongle! Go check them out!

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[sincerely-sofie]

Outfit swap!

(Shortly before the above:)

[egg-on-a-legg]

whaut if i made a pokemon oc that was totally a normal human person and NOT a weird artificial black hole pokemon from another dimension. nothing weird going on here

[w1lmuttart]

Found an old design I made of star boy back when everyone was rewriting the movie Wish lol

Went with both their true form, as well as a human form to blend in on earth. Anyway I like this guy so theyre mine now :)👍

[chronosdawn]

A little drabble based on the Hades!Wriothesley x Persephone!Reader idea I mentioned.

GN!Reader, warnings for discussions of kidnapping and imprisonment (but I feel like that comes with the territory with this AU ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) and mild descriptions of gore.

Word count: 1.5k

The lord of the underworld stood before you in all his imposing might, the heavy sole of his boot tapping slowly against the stone floor as he cast his gaze over you. It couldn't have made for a terribly pretty sight. You sat sour-faced, trying to ignore the way the cold metal of your chair was seeping through your thin robes. The soft peach fabric—the only bright colour in this cursed place save for the sliver of red on your captor's clothes—now marred with sprays of dark ichor from your ill planned venture.

"I thought I told you to stay away from the lower levels?" Wriothesley said finally, his eyes narrowed—twin shards of ice freezing you in place.

You refused to meet his eyes. "I don't see why I should have to listen to someone who kidnapped me."

He let out a heavy sigh, like you'd already had this argument a hundred times and he was tired of it—probably because you had and he was. "Well, you'd better start to learn. This isn't the sunny fields you're used to; this is the underworld, it's dangerous. I might have brought you here but I have no intention of hurting you, although that relies on you sticking to the rules. You're lucky I had Cerberus keeping watch down there."

You flinched at the mention of the three-headed beast that had jumped out of the shadows the moment the first of the wraiths had reached you. For a few brief seconds you'd wondered if that was the end, whether Wriothesley would come looking for you only to find your blood running down the dark stone steps and into the Styx, but then the beast had leapt over you and the bone white hand was ripped away, it's claw-like nails a hair’s breadth from grazing your leg.

It had been complete carnage after that, skeletal limbs with sagging skin ripped from emaciated torsos one after the other as more wraiths clawed their way towards you, scrabbling over each other to reach the sole living thing in the room. It was only when they'd sensed Wriothesley's impended arrival—trails of frost creeping along the floor as he approached—that they'd finally stopped coming out of the water, the few with limbs still attached dragging themselves back down the steps.

"Maybe if you'd actually told me what was down there, I might have taken the warning a bit more seriously."

"Oh? So, if I gave you a description of everything gruesome thing the underworld has to offer, then you might be more inclined to listen to me? That's a long list, sweetheart."

You scowled at him, folding one leg over the other as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to be a dick about it."

"Because playing nice with you has worked so well thus far?" His lips started to twist into a sardonic smile but froze as his gaze narrowed in on where your robe had shifted with your movement, revealing a couple of extra inches of skin. Before you could think to move away, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, his large hand curled around your calf as he scrutinised the exposed part of your leg.

"Hey, what are you doing?" You tried to bat his hand away but his arm might as well have been made of marble for all the good it did.

"Were you going to mention you got injured, or had you not even noticed?" Wriothesley's tone was oddly flat as he spoke, his eyes narrowed accusingly.

"What?" You leaned forward to see what he was talking about and caught sight of set of scratches running across your skin, the blood seeping from the wound shimmering in the light of the wall sconces. “When did—ow!” Reaching down to probe at the injury, you couldn’t help but wince as your finger grazed the edge of the torn flesh, pain flaring up your leg.

Wriothesley let out a deep breath and you suddenly became aware of how your current position had brought you far closer to the ruler of the underworld than you usually allowed, how from this distance you could pick out the individual strands of grey in his hair, the light scruff on his chin.

“It doesn’t look like it’s too deep at least. You got lucky, a serious wound from a wraith will scar even a god.” He kept his gaze on your injury, a faintly faraway look on his face and, not for the first time, you found yourself thinking of what could scar someone like Wriothesley. Whether it’d been a wraith that had carved its claws down his throat or something else—something worse. Maybe you should start paying more attention to the areas he said were off limits to you.

“Does it hurt?” You went to shake your head only to reconsider. It hadn’t hurt, or at least not enough that you’d noticed, but now as you focused on it, you became aware of dull but persistent throb in the area around the wound.

“It didn’t earlier but it’s starting to now. It’s not because the wraiths are um—poisonous or anything, right?” It was an effort to keep the panic out of your voice and you didn’t think you managed it entirely but Wriothesley simply chuckled at you.

“No, they’re not. You probably just didn’t notice the pain earlier because of the shock.” He ran his thumb down the side of your leg and though his touch was gentle, you still grimaced as it sent a flare of pain up your shin. “Healing magic isn’t really my forte so I’ll send for someone more qualified to come and take a look. In the meantime, this should help with the pain.”

A gasp escaped your lips as frost blossomed over your skin, an intense cold spreading over the area around the bloody scratches before being replaced by a heavy numbness such that you could only barely feel a faint pressure where Wriothesley’s fingers were still curled around your calf. You couldn’t feel the injury at all.

“That’s um…”

“What? Not even a thank you for acting as your rescuer and tending to your wounds?” He looked up at you from beneath dark lashes and you felt the words sitting heavy on your tongue. You’d thought before about how easy it would be to give in. Putting aside how you came to reside in the underworld, Wriothesley had never tried to force anything from you even if there had been a teasing comment here and there. You knew what he wanted though, could see the loneliness that clung to him like the fur-lined coat he favoured, that drove him to commit the act of stealing away a god, and no matter the temptation, you refused to give it to him.

“Considering that it was your beasts I needed saving from, I’m not sure a thank you is truly owed,” you replied instead, the words dripping from your lips like poison.

He dropped your leg as though you’d burned him. “My beasts, huh? Yeah, I guess it’d seem that way to you.” There was a faint trace of humour in his voice, though his wasn’t the tone of someone telling a joke, but rather the sort you used when you were the punchline.

“You can wait in your rooms,” he said, standing and turning to walk towards the towering marble arch that served as the entrance to the room. “I’ll tell our resident healer to come and find you. But seriously,” he paused on the threshold, turning back to look at you over his shoulder, the lower half of his face hidden by the collar of his coat, “keep away from the lower levels. If you want to act out at me for bringing you here, throwing your life away to the things that call that place a home is not the way to do it, and I can’t always be around to keep an eye on you. Not that I imagine you’d want me to either.”

He left without waiting for you to reply, and you watched his form disappear into the gloom that seemed to seep from the walls of the underworld, leaving the room feeling oddly empty. You looked down at your leg, frost still curled around your wound. Sometimes you wished Wriothesley was as terrible as the stories you’d heard about him on the surface claimed—wished he was a little easier to hate. Because you couldn’t give him what he wanted, not if it meant being stuck here more than you already were; a land that had never seen the sun and where every flower you’d tried to grow withered before it could bloom. You needed to find a way out of here and soon, you thought, the feeling of Wriothesley’s hand still fresh in your mind, before you were tempted into something that would ensure you could never leave at all.  

[chariel-raine]

Sackboy gets the Ultrahand! (and is terrified of it)

[analog-autistic]

why is it so rare to enjoy vanilla rainworld, downpour, and the watcher???? why does nobody else seem to genuinely love all three

[wickedlyqueer]

i just gotta say u have been the backbone of the gelphie fandom for YEARS and seeing all these new gelphie fans for the movie and coming to ur blog is making me so happy like wickedlyqueer has BEEN on the gelphie frontlines!!!!!!

🥹🥹🥹 That's one of the kindest messages I've ever received!!

Not just gelphie but the fandom itself is so precious to me. The majority of my online friends I've met through this fandom (and it's double hilarious to see them all crawling back to it after seeing the movie 😆)

[frameconfessions]

I bet there were entire origin system groups dedicated to no-moon truthers. Moon just never existed, you can't prove it did, not to them anyway. Kinda like flat earthers but in the Warframe universe where they don't believe in Lua.

[the-meme-monarch]

I was having so much fun working on this animatic drawing delilah keen of dandy's world over and over that I forgot the animatic is actually about astro and dandy's horribly strained relationship. and that it's past midnight but that's besides the point

[shattered-eluvian]

man... I love dragon age.

[cericreatively]

new favorite meme format has gotten my attention so might as well apply my current fandom interest to it

*drops some edits and leaves*

[flovoid]

10 random facts about me

welp if you didnt know already, my native language is actually arabic soo I always found it hard to find REAL arab in sims community who is ‘into it’ yk. but there isnt sadly

I fear animals. yep especially those with furs and feathers OMG I CANT. but I do prefer sea creatures they are less scary for me (sharks are my favs btw🦈)

Im actually a human who does not spend lots of money on material things ngl, ig if I werent a gamer I would be RICH.

I always prefer choosing/making elder characters in ANY GAME I play fr idk why ig I relate to them lol

ppl in social media always mistake me as guy but im actually a female. I dont really care yall call me whatever!

im actually an introvert even tho I sound LOUD AND BUBBLY but yeah :p

in college I first majored in ‘arabic language’ but switched it to ‘english’ lmao I find it funny since yk. ARABIC IS MY NATIVE LANGUAGE

I used to make video-edits of my favorite characters from different mangas, animes and games (yep I do have LOTS of fav characters)

this ‘flovoid’ account might be new but oh boy im such an old folk to simblrs/simsta cuz I used to have 3 simsta accounts that are still surviving but dead before in 2019/2018

anddd I fuck with mysterious blurry stories stuff alot soo if you think my account is a mess then yep. that a reason why🙂‍↕️

thanks for the tag @sertrallne I enjoyed this! hehe

tagging @dejasenti99 @elksun @elderwisp @alientown @yukikocloud @youredreamingofroo @living-undead @circusjuney @cosmicsimsi @simminginstars anddd of course if you dont feel like doing it just ignore!

[cryptocism]

I love the comic book writing sensibility that Frequency has, like how Three and Five's ending is great for the story being told but if it were a published comic it would still leave them on the table for if a future writer wanted to use them.

whats funny is that despite doing my best to keep in line with dc comics/comic writing sensibilities throughout the fic (staying as comics-accurate as possible in terms of continuity/tone/characterization/story elements etc) that particular comic writing reality was one that was like. kind of a genuine anxiety that i didn't know i had until i started writing this thing.

ive said before that in the original concept for Frequency all of the clones (besides Thad) were going to end up dead. whether it was via killing each other or unintentionally being the instrument of their own demise (disney villain style). obviously it changed because creating an entire narrative about this one character's redemption arc and then not allowing any of the other villains to have a shot at redemption felt hypocritical and like. mean. not to mention antithetical to the whole ethos of the story.

but the reason why killing off all the other clones was my first instinct is partially because i had this kinda subconscious recoil to the idea that any of them would actually continue on after the story was over.

like, because i was trying to stick to canon so much, while figuring out the story a thought came up a couple times that basically went like, "okay, well, if this was a real comic, then...". and inevitably i had a realization that if this WAS a real comic, my original clone characters would be canonized, and therefore available to any future writer who wanted to yank them out of their respective endgames and inject them into other stories. which i Did Not Like the Idea Of.

classic "making up a guy to get mad at" except it was more "making up a reality to get anxious about". because obviously no matter how much it sticks to canon, Frequency still exists in a fan-created space.

but! i'd never made up original characters to put in my own fanmade stuff before and was definitely feeling protective. because all those original clones i made had yknow: a story purpose and narrative function to facilitate the actual key characters, Thad and Bart. the idea of them being removed from that context in any capacity, even if it was in the hands of a good writer, made me have this gut "no STOP you're ruining it!!!!" reaction.

they were all made for Frequency, and to foil Thad as a character, i didnt like the idea of Three being brought back as a one-note villain or Jude and Nathaniel getting folded into the wider Flash cast of allies. and none of them were made to be main character material. plus the character roster at DC is already uhh Extremely Stacked i genuinely did not want the takeaway to be "and here's the nEW ADDITIONS TO THE FLASH FAMILY!" because that wasnt the intention

anyway i got over it lol. i still did my best not to leave any loose ends, and have each ending be wholly satisfying on its own, and ideally the oc clones basically continue on offscreen while the true adventures are based around Thad and Bart. but yeah it felt right to leave off on that note (and served the story much better than killing everybody off)

[katsigian]

4, 14, 17, and 24 for éimhín pls!

Ahh, my sweet fae gardener boy ☺️ thank you Jasper! 💛

[ just to quickly clarify how I'm going about fae lore in my worldbuilding, fae is the overarching term for beings such as elves, faeries, pixies, etc. Éimhín is closer related to elves, and since he originates from Iceland, he would technically be a ljósálfar. While there are fae courts, they are not cleanly divided into two and are more expansive than just seelie/unseelie. ]

4. how crafty/resourceful are they?

Éimhín (aye-veen) can be surprisingly crafty when the need arises. I say surprisingly because he does appear on the surface to be of the vain primadonna variety due to his looks, but he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and has a strong work ethic. He spends the vast majority of time around his gardens, which are expansive, and needs to do a lot of upkeep that sometimes require him to roll his sleeves up and get creative with the tools he has on hand.

14. are they any good with numbers?

Oof that's one of his weakpoints 😭 he didn't attend normal, human schools and when he began living in the human world, math and other logical ventures weren't of any interest to him. Obviously he does know how to do math and can do most basic things, but if you ask him to do algebra he'll expertly avoid it.

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

Éimhín worked in the gardens and fields most summers. Willingly, and often with great joy. He's been working with plants and flowers for as long as he remembers and his magic is much stronger when he's in the presence of wilderness thanks to his upbringing. There were also long stretches of time, longer than summers, where Éimhín didn't return home at all and chose to stay in the wild with his relatives who tended to their lands. His free time was usually spent reading about flowers/fruits/plants or practicing his magic.

24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

Éimhín does enjoy a quiet moment of cross-stitching or embroidery. Another thing he picked up from his many years out in the wilds was sewing - he's well practiced in repairing clothing and he expanded upon that skill into embroidery. Much of his clothing is decorated with embroidery that he has done himself. The smocks/pinafores/aprons he wears are covered in designs that he's made himself, usually consisting of flowers and leaves.