#what lovely bones

[whatlovelybones-if]

MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT

for anyone who cares, i’ll be taking a temporary leave from tumblr because the IF community unsurprisingly has become something spurned by personal vendetta and hate. this wasn’t really something i cared about initially but the type of asks in my inbox + people trying to dox me online is something which is taking a toll on my already unstable mental health.

i’ll probably be passing off both my blogs to a trusted friend or my girlfriend. either that or i’ll delete the blogs completely. in case the blogs are still up, the links of the updated projects will be posted when they’re ready. otherwise, you can find them in my itch.io account.

the projects will still be continued + updated, but i’ll be limiting all contacts with the readers and the authors who are immature enough to set up fake discord and tumblr accounts to dunk on me. for context, i know who you are because there aren’t a lot of people who know my full name and all the projects i’ve discussed in private.

if you have a genuine suggestion or want to support me, reach me on my discord server. i’ll be going more active there from now on and it’ll probably be my only direct source of communication.

the decision for the upholding of both of my blogs will be pending for a week. after that, i’ll either delete them or hand them to someone else.

[marshalsoybean]

Kamila Sanders

2/? MCs for @whatlovelybones-if

She/They + Lesbian

Very friendly and flirty

She is Tall™ and enjoys towering over most people

Every time she manages to fluster the Detective, more years are added to her lifespan

High chances she collects small bones from her victims and store them in the basement

[thesecrimsonstrings-if]

PROGRESS UPDATE

okay so i have some good news and bad news.

the bad news is that my finals are approaching (they're next month) and since i'm super busy with catching up on assignments, extra credits, viva voce, practicals, etc., i won't be able to pump out a summer update like i promised. the whole june will be a mess of me having breakdowns after breakdowns so that's fun, i did sign up for this as a STEM student ig.

now for some good news: nick and i have been discussing about the UI format for the route selection and it's been going smoothly so far. we've exchanged ideas and are currently in the midst of putting them together. i believe the designs are in good hands since it's nick we're talking about 😌 in any case, i really hope y'all will like it since they put their whole nickussy trying to incorporate my unhinged ideas into the UI format.

an autumnal release sounds most likely since i'll be at home back in NZ for my summer break in july, which means a lot more time for me to forget about uni and focus on writing. i've also been trying to squeeze in some writing for SoV but my workload isn't making it a possibility 😞 the prologue and chapter one (maybe even chapter two, if i'm lucky) of WLB will be released on halloween. the title screen of that IF still has me on a chokehold, thanks to @nikkefort-dev's brilliant designing abilities.

[anxietytwist]

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

“𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥”

[ 𝟸𝟽 | 𝟻'𝟷𝟶" | Agender | Bi Demi | 🫀𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 ]

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⟨Fashion⟩

ᴡᴏʀᴋ:

ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟ:

ɢʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ: “Full fingers”

ʜᴀɪʀ:

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⟨Notes⟩

𝗗.𝗢.𝗕. [October 𝟷𝟷ᵗʰ]

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➔ They/Them

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➔ 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ➔ Kind & reserved

ꜱᴏɴɢ🔪➔ “Sleep Walk”

Their twin's name is “𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫”

They enjoy helping others & are passionate about their job 🏥

Whenever they have time off on the weekends they cook gourmet cat food for 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦 to enjoy during their workweek

They like to keep themselves physically fit (for any totally “normal” extracurricular activities they have)

During their doctorate studies they neglected to make time for interpersonal relationships & solely focused on school (they have no experience with “romantic” relationships), once they started their residency, however, they allowed themself to make friends

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥'𝐬 favourite food is 𝘚𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

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𝐼𝐹: @whatlovelybones-if

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♡♥︎♡𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦♡♥︎♡

Picrew used:

[bamsara]

By the way, the Cult of the Lamb comic book Kickstarter is in it's last 58 hours (as of making this post) So it's probably the last chance to get the exclusive stuff. Because they hit all the previous goals, all physical orders are getting extra stuff like more prints + tarot cards from the game. Plus there's all the add-ons they're offering you can add

[becauseplot]

qPhilza perching on people because bird

qFit: Mans is built like a brick shithouse—he can totally balance Phil’s additional weight. The first attempt is a bit shaky, sure, but nowadays Phil swoops down or hops up onto Fit’s shoulder and all Fit really has to do is jut out his elbow to give his friend a little more space for his talons to work with. Bam, he’s perched. Works out about 9.9 times out of 10, though Phil delights in trying to catch him off guard.

qEtoiles: He doesn’t have Fit’s bulk on his side, so he’s not as sturdy, but he is strong. The landing is usually a little rough since Etoiles has to work a bit harder to counterbalance the additional weight, but he always finds that center of gravity in no time flat. Phil usually perches with one talon on each of Etoiles’ shoulders since he’s not as w i d e, just so Phil can have a little extra grip. At some point, Etoiles tries fighting a mob while Phil is perched on him, and that goes exactly as well as you would expect.

qForever: Honestly, with all of the hard labor Forever does for his big builds, Phil was expecting him to do better, but the first (several) attempts end up with Forever stumbling over and knocking Phil off of him from his wild arm-pinwheeling. They eventually figure out it’s more doable if Forever himself has something to lean on (a wall, a chair, the butt of his pickaxe) and Phil puts one talon evenly spaced on each shoulder. Phil learns some new swears in Portuguese in the process.

qMissa: Flattened. Full-on face in the floor, mouth full of grass, wind knocked out of his lungs at Mach 5 the first time Phil tries. Phil apologizes profusely, but Missa—once he can breathe again—just rolls over onto his back and asks Phil if they can give it another try. It takes a long, LONG time, but they figure out that if Phil plants his talons on Missa’s shoulder pads and leans forward while Missa leans back, they have a small little window of time where they achieve balance. The best part? Phil gets a perfect view of Missa’s goofy little grin every single time.

[no-nightingalez]

I don’t understand the concept of sex as the natural progression of romance. I understand having sex, I understand how it can be romantic, I just don’t understand how it is seen as the only course that romance takes.

Like love confessions immediately turning to sex is always so ???????? to me. Like ok get it I guess but how did we get here???

[kabukiaku]

GHULEH / ZOMBIE QUEEN. 🧟‍♀️

tribute to one of my favorite tracks from Infestissunam. (let's be honest, every single track on that album goes so hard.) I love this album so much.

bonus silly doodle:

[milkbreadtoast]

idk how i want to draw him yet and not ready to make a srs attempt but here's a bad kdj phone doodle lol🚶🏻

[timotheechalmet]

For a minute, just for a minute, you made it feel like home. Maren and Lee in Bones and All (2022)

[whatlovelybones-if]

"the screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain" THE WHAT?! YOU DARE AVERY??? AND WTF J???

What would happen if MC and J were about to kiss, but MC suddenly stopped and just apathetically stared at them and said that they resented them for not being their first kiss, and just left? 😂😂

(Also, did MC have a some sort of relationship before the story began, or is that left for headcannon?)

it started with a simple statement.

“i won’t be riding back with you today,” J said.

you didn’t mind, not really. of course, you used to take every opportunity to spend time with them, but you could understand that they had their own life and sometimes their plans didn’t line up with yours.

“anything special you got planned?” you joked while closing your school locker, but you feel your insides wither and shrivel like a crumpled flower when they give you the actual reason.

“avery wanted to take me home today,” J said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal but the embarrassed pink on their cheeks give them away.

you had a feeling whatever was going to happen today, you wouldn’t be liking it at all. on top of that, J was acting weird as hell. not to mention that this avery person had been someone they’d been weirdly close the past couple of days.

you also happen to know that avery lived on the other side of town, completely off the route you and J took to get home every day. avery wasn’t just giving them a ride; it was something else. the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a date. a motherfucking date.

you felt your heart starting to weigh three times heavier as you forced a smile and said, “oh, sure, that’s fine.” and then, before you could stop yourself, you found yourself stupidly asking, “so did they ask you out on a date or something?”

to save yourself the embarrassment and act nonchalant, you find yourself ruffling their hair slightly. if J noticed that you were forcing it, they didn’t let it show. instead they just laughed nervously, trying to fix their hair, and said, “actually, i was the one who ended up asking them out.”

wonderful. you wanted to scream, but you managed to give them the fakest smile you could. “i’m so happy for you.”

J picked up on the hint that maybe you weren’t feeling as happy as you’re saying you are because they asked, “are you alright, teddy?”

that nickname hurts even more now as you nod, “of course, why wouldn’t i be?”

one of J’s love languages has always been physical touch and everything just gets a lot more complicated; their hand on your back is warm, the inky dark eyes that stare back at you are kind and worried, the full pink lips that you wish to kiss look so inviting. they smell the same as always: leather, strawberries, spearmint, and marlboro red smoke masked by a fancy cologne/perfume.

“did i do something wrong?” J asks, looking like a kicked puppy.

you can’t stand it. the concerned look on J’s face as they ask you what’s wrong when everything is wrong right now. it’s wrong that they can’t see how much you love them. it’s wrong that they can’t see how loving them has become second nature for you. it’s wrong that they can’t see how you don’t want to be just their best friend.

knowing them, you know your best friend is probably imagining a thousand different scenarios of how they must’ve hurt you. but you know that they didn’t hurt you, they could never do that, at least not intentionally.

then you do it. you actually do it. one of the stupidest things you have ever done in your 15 years of existence.

you leaned in and kissed them.

the look on J’s face makes you wanna crawl into your own skin and die. their body had tensed up, their lips frozen open, parted but not uttering a sound. all of that was enough to tell you that it was fucking mistake. so you do the only thing that made sense to you at that moment: you turn and run outside like a fucking coward.

time seemed to slow down, each second stretching impossibly beyond normal. the only sound that could be heard was the rain. heavy, rhythmic, and coming down without pause. you don’t even feel the chill setting in as your whole body burns with the shame of what you did and the image of J’s reaction only makes your skin crawl more.

stupid, stupid, stupid!

you run across the parking lot to get to your car and book the hell out of the school campus. you utter a loud curse when you check your pockets and realise you left your car keys in your locker.

you’re soaked to the bone and you aim a swift kick at your car; panting like you just ran a marathon, hair sticking to your neck and cheeks, heavy breathing pushing your chest up and down, your face wet from both the rain and your tears.

tears? no, you’re not wrong, you can feel the saltiness mixing up with the rain and pouring down your face. you haven’t cried in forever. at least not in a genuine way.

why in the world did it have to J of all people that you had to fall for? they had been your best friend since you were kids, always a constant and comforting presence in your life. almost a decade of friendship down the drain because of your stupid feelings. it wasn’t worth it at all to lose your best friend like this.

your best friend who’s now calling your name. a yell in the distance muffled by the sound of the rain and of your breaking heart. your breath hitches but you ignore them. there’s no way you can face them, not right now.

“for god’s sake, you can’t just kiss me and walk away! hey!” J yells out.

“go away, J! i really don’t want to talk to you right now.”

they catch up to you, refusing to let you run off again. “and why is that, hm?”

“i don’t know!” you answer, throwing up your hands in exasperation. “i’m ignoring you right now.”

“well,” J continues to stubbornly come closer, “i am ignoring the fact that you’re ignoring me.”

you give them a glare. “that’s not how it works.”

J matches your challenging glare. “fine then. tell me why you kissed me and i will leave you alone.”

“i kissed you because i love you, you daft dumbo!” you nearly yell, frustrated beyond reason. ignoring the dumbfounded look on J’s face, you continue, “i’ve loved you ever since we were kids. i love your eyes and how they sparkle like stars when you’re talking about music. i love your voice and how it soothes me whenever i’m having a hard time. i love how you know me and know exactly what to say to make me feel better whenever and wherever. i just love you so much and i cannot stand the thought of you with avery. i will get over this though, J, just give me some ti—”

in a heartbeat, they lean in and their lips are on yours. you can’t help the gasp which slips out of your mouth, too surprised, too tense, and J holds your face dearly like you’re something precious, pressing your lips and body against theirs with something akin to desperation. both of you so entirely soaked from the rain, so entirely frightened, so entirely in love.

when the kiss ends, it’s because both of you are completely out of breath. J doesn’t let the space between the two of you grow any further, though. they instead press themselves further against you, your bodies fitting like perfect puzzle pieces.

“don’t get over me,” they plead, the taste of strawberry in your mouth, forehead against yours, dark eyes fluttering close. “don’t ever get over me.”

“b-but,” you stutter, head still spinning, “what about avery?”

J groans, following it up with a chuckle. “one date and i think even they’d be able to see it.”

“see what?”

“how you are the one i’m in love with.”

before you can even process what they just said, they lean in again to seal it with a kiss.

[marshalsoybean]

Evangeline Rosenheim

1/? MCs for @whatlovelybones-if

She/her + Bisexual

Her nickname is Angel

Quiet, calm and reserved

A bit goth

She is 5'2 but will not hesitate to chop someone's ankles off

Probably going to romance J Park, idk yet

[rookeryyy]

REINVENT

YOURSELF

tumblr HATES my 44.1mb image swag so it has SO MUCH COMPRESSION and downsizing here. :') peep the actual intended size & quality (or as good as i could get it exported)

post-return Q!Tubbo :] Tee hee.

un hamburgesa para tubbo (he lookied ungry)

[vamplire]

when the insufferable “incapable of love” character starts to have genuine love & affection for someone makes me go feral every time

[markantonys]

[toytulini]

listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.

yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?

maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".

get a better joke