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acyyyhwang · 3 months

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can you write about arguments with riize!! like arguing and making up/their reaction <3

ouuuu yes sure not sure if this is what you wanted exactly but here you go

Shotaro it was about something stupid actually he did not mean to make you mad he had just been joking around about your height and hair ,you told him to stop but he continued laughing and joking around even more and it started getting out of hand. He instantly felt bad when you took his jokes seriously and got mad at him and started to tear up. He looks at you with sad eyes when you ignored him after the whole argument making you feel so bad even though he was the one who did you wrong he walked over to you with his head down and apologized in a small voice how could you stay mad at your cute boyfriend for that long??? you pulled him into a hug and it made him giggle and hug you back nuzzling his face into your neck

Eunseok He saw you with another guy and he saw the nasty bastard trying to flirt with you and you KNEW Eunseok hated it when you are around males like that and ''acting'' oblivious to their intensions .He dragged you away from there and it caused quite a heated argument between you and your boyfriend. He was just trying to keep you away from getting hurt why are you getting mad at him??? he decided to keep quiet when you kept yelling your angry frustrated ill hearted words at him and he just walked away when you said you hated him which made you regret it instantly. You followed him quickly and found him on your balcony sitting and mumbling to himself how unfair you where being and how he was the one whose supposed to be mad and how... you hated him.. with those last words you heard a sniffle was he crying?? you noticed him lifting his hand to his face you guessed was to wipe his tears. Your heart shattered you caused this ,you ran up to him hugging his back and apologizing over and over again promising never to hurt him ever again and this point you where also crying and when he turned to face you he hugged you and also apologized for being over protective and you protested he was just trying to keep you safe and you understood him you had no right to be mad at him at all

Sungchan question is how did a little debate about the last piece of cake in the fridge turn into a full on heated argument to the point where you both gave each other glares and silent treatments like you guys would pass by like you didn't even know each other but gradually you start missing one another , but you both are too petty to admit it anyway until he puts back his pride and approaches you first making you feel guilty and you both end up apologizing . You both stare at each other in silence before bursting out in laughter and making fun of each other then eventually embracing each other and cuddling through out the night with huge smiles glued on your faces as you tell eachother weird encounters and stupid things that happened in your lives in the short period of time you where away from eachother

Wonbin why did he talk to that girl like that? he never smiles at you like that and you're his girlfriend he thought you where over reacting but that's the thing he is always rude and emotionless with you and you hate it he asked for you to date him so why are you the one putting effort in this relationship. You had told him what you felt like and he just stared at you blankly which made you frustrated and made you cry both Angry tears and sad tears this was the first time you had ever cried infront of your boyfriend and you felt like he did not care anyway so you just turned and walked away while trying not to cry as much as you are right now .You kept thinking about how your boyfriend was emotionless with you but full of smiles with other girls?? where you not good enough for him?? where you that ugly compared to the other girls or did he just not like you in the first place all these thoughts made you more insecure and you cried even more to the point where you could not cry quietly. Wonbin fucked up and he knew he fucked up he was trying to be cool for you and acted emotionless so you would not see him as pathetic but it turns out that he was just hurting you instead and he felt disgusted with himself for making you feel like he loved anyone more than you hell he even loved you more than he loved himself , he went to find you and when he did his heart ached with seeing you. He never meant to make you cry , you crying made him want to cry he walked over to your crying figure which was on your knees and hugged you, you flinched in surprise as you realized that it was your boyfriend that was comforting you . It was the first time he had hugged you without you asking first and it made you feel a mixture of emotions , you tried to push him away but he held on to you even tighter, you scram at him while crying telling him how much of an awful person he was and he couldn't even blame you seeing as much as how he has hurt you he felt so guilty for making you feel this way , he loved you he truly did, he could never ever replace you , you where his main reason he hasn't done anything to hurt himself. Wonbin let you go and you saw tears in his eyes and tears rolled down his beautiful face he apologized for everything he had put you through and how he never meant for this to happen you where the love of his life and you should never feel any different. He loved you and will make an effort to let you never forget that.

Seunghan he was reckless and you where a neat freak. You kept cleaning up his messes and he was nagging you about that. The nagging turned into you and him switching opinions which lead to you both misunderstanding situations to both of you now yelling at eachother . He got up from his seat and towered over you he was quite taller than you and bigger than you and the angry look on his face scared you, you backed away a little your face changing to one of fear he pinned you to the nearest wall and roughly kissed you, it was too intense for you so you pushed him away he apologized as he saw the tears in your fear full eyes , he hugged you and apologized again and again whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you calmed down and finally hugged him back and reassured him that you are fine and that he is okay and did nothing wrong and you loved him more than he could ever imagine

Sohee you where working on your laptop while Sohee watched videos on his phone, he missed you and wanted to cuddle with you but you where always so busy and it made him feel lonely at times. He stops the video he was watching and walks over to your shared bed that you where on he laid beside you brushing off the fact that you didn't even notice that he was in the room he tried moving closer to you but you rejected his cuddle offer which made him sad. He proceeded to start complaining about you always working all the time and barely spending any time with him which you protested that you had to work or else you'd get fired and he must be grateful instead of complaining so much and he must leave you alone. That hurt his feelings and he turned to his side and silently cried himself to sleep but you noticed it and felt terrible, you put your laptop on the desk beside your bed and pulled your boyfriend close to you letting him cry on you as you ran your hand softly through his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ear until he fell asleep

Anton you knew he did not like it when you ignored his opinions or had misunderstood something he had done to be honest Anton did not have the energy to argue with you so he would just stare at you and ask '' are you done'' after you had rambled on and on about something you could have just talked about .At times Anton would just walk away when he senses you are about to talk/ complain about some mistake he had done this caused him to avoid you more often which made you feel stupid and one day you walked up to him, he was about to walk away but you grabbed his hand and when he looked down at you , you where looking at the ground, he looked concerned ,you apologized which made him even more confused, you look up at him and continued apologizing for giving him reasons to avoid you ,he smiled and hugged you finally you where his again

#riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize scenarios #i did not proof read this

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cabin-spider-protector · 1 year

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Elliott headcanons <3

Even after moving into the farmhouse, he still has his little pocket crab with him

Practically pleads with you to let him get a little tank enclosure for his crab

Every Monday when he goes to the beach, he let's the crab walk around a bit in the sand

Of course he takes great care to ensure the seagulls don't get too close

Also, sometimes he'll sit in his old cabin and look out the window, just reminiscing about the days when you used to trudge through rain and snow to visit him

A lot of his old diary and journal entries are still on his desk

The notes accurately archive the time in which elliott began to fall in love with you

There's even a journal entry for the first time he introduced himself to you

He had noted how interested he was in getting to know you more

Sometimes he winced at himself-- fearing that he may have seemed a bit too forward

But his anxieties are quickly subdued when he remembers how mutual the feeling was

When he notices the sun begin to dip in the sky, he knows it's time to head home

Sometimes on the way back he'll catch a glance of you while you're out doing various errands

He can't help but be overcome with adoration and love

He hurries home so that he can be back before you return

He'd hate for you to come home to an empty house

He takes care of tidying and dusting so you don't have to worry about it when you get home after a long day

He'd made you promise you wouldn't squash any spiders

"They're more scared of you than you are of them!" He'd always assure you

So if he was cleaning out some old forgotten corner or the cracks between the furniture, and one of the little spiders ran out, he'd make sure to safely cup it in his hands and carry it out into the woods

He probably does this dozens of times a week

You know how much it matters to him and wouldn't dream of going against your word

When you're finally home he'll shower you with love and tell you all about his time at the shore

Sometimes if he's found a particularly pretty shell, he'll give it to you as a gift

Sometimes he prefers to keep a little collection of them for various projects

Like making wind chimes or adornments for you

It's just a little hobby he has between spouts of writing inspiration

He'll try and keep it secret from you, but it's difficult for him because he just gets too excited and wants to tell you about everything he's proud of

Speaking of telling you about things he's proud of

He loves having you read his drafts

He takes so much inspiration from you and your life together

He likes seeing the way the corners of your lips quirk up approvingly when you recognize what had inspired him

Sometimes he'll add little blurbs of dialogue that are direct quotes of silly conversations you've had

He loves adding a little bit of your love into his work

It fuels him to continue

That's the reason he's always so inspired to write after helping you on the farm!

Seeing how happy he makes you inspires him in a way he never was while living in that lonely cabin

It's never a boring day with you around

Even if all you were doing was smelting ores, he'd gladly keep you company just to be in your presence

#i did not proof read this #sorry for typos #elliott stardew valley #sdv elliott #sv elliott #elliot x reader #elliott x farmer #elliott headcanons #stardew valley #stardew valley x farmer #hmm tags #idk what else to put #uhh

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the-admin-but-dumber · 11 days

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"A canvas for you to paint."

I got some new brushes, decided to sketch these guys for the first time in a WHILE. I do like how it turned out, for something so rushed. Small drabble under the cut.

"O' Creator of worlds, master of swords, Romeo. What do we do now?" Romeo lets out a rough snort of amusement of his parnter's fancy language, he tilts his head to the admin beside him who crawls from the in-between beyond the bedrock. Together they stand under starless skies, only the glow of their armour offers light in a new world, untouched, unmoulded.

Romeo feels his muscles twitch, his fingers do as well, eager, planning out how he'd soon shape the world. It would be a fine world, perfect, but bland, colorless, his eyes glance to Wheatley who meets his gaze back. They wait for his response, an inhuman stillness in how they never breathe.

"We shall build a new world, one without flaw, one we will call our own." He responds, his chest wells with pride, Wheatley follows him across the endless valley of bedrock and pitch black skies. Wheatley does not respond, their thoughts filter back to The Underneath, Xara, Fred, could this truly be a world without flaw? Without them, surely not. But it could still be beautiful.

Following Romeo, they flicker between space, appearing and disappearing, chasing each other through barren lands until they stop. Romeo goes ahead, and Wheatley stands at the border, watching dirt form under their talons and grass bloom from the centre of the world. It splashes outward like a drop of water, curling and twisting to bloom life where it could touch. Wheatley takes a step forward, they fly up to not become trapped beneath a sea of stone and dirt, albatross wings growing from their spine to take them higher on a well placed breeze. Briefly, they consider letting themselves fall, so that they may grow into the world, but they do not.

Romeo terraforms and Wheatley watches, a blank canvas of towering mountains and deep oceans, valleys carved by a single blade, but so bland. The red admin meets Wheatley from their perch in the clouds, brazenly drifting circles until they rise to give him attention, Wheatley bows their head for the first time.

"I've carved mountains and valleys from the void," Romeo starts, he speaks with many voices, none his own. "A blank canvas, and one I will not paint myself."

Romeo takes their hand, they rise from the clouds, following Romeo into the open sky, darkness stares down at two traitors. "O' Master Artisan," he addresses, "my first gift to you, paint these skies for me, bring life to the land so this world truly sings with our power."

It's a soft request, and Wheatley accepts it.

In slithering forms their coil through the air like ribbons, Romeo keeps them steady and Wheatley paints the skies with all the colours they could. They create stars from their blood and with their hair, trees bloom across the once empty fields of grass and stone. Romeo carves caverns and caves, Wheatley fills them with light and jewels, they give life to the animals Romeo shapes from pieces of the past.

And then, their people, they create the first people together. Romeo forms their bodies from all the pieces of their world, and Wheatley breathes humanity and the ability to be what they chose to be.

Their first gift to this world, is existence.

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bluebudgie · 9 months

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Oh hi. I heard it's gifs tips'n'tricks time.

View this as a little addition to this post I made a while back.

This time I thought I'd take you through my gif making process. It'll be very specific to Photoshop CS6 but maybe some of you will find parts of it helpful regardless.

And since our biggest nemesis appears to be ~The Tumblr 10MB File Size Limit~ I decided to go for the absolute worst premise for a gif: Lots of stupid wobbly particles and gw2 bloom and transparency effects. Because huge gifs love these.

Aah, a horrifying amount of those in this single scene. Perfect!

Let's start with a little timelapse video, and I'll get into the details with screenshots below then.

So this actually went smoother than expected? Not super much fiddling needed in the end, but here's how it went in detail:

Load the raw footage into photoshop.

You can do this in two different ways: What I do is simply drag & drop the video file into the program and it'll open with a video timeline and some rudimentary video editing options.

What you can also do is File -> Import -> Videoframes to Layers and select your source video, which will give you a timeline of separate still image frames instead.

It comes down to preference, I used both methods in the past but nowadays I find the video timeline more intuitive.

Cut the footage to roughly the right length.

From experience I know that most of my gifs are around 3-4 seconds long. This can of course vary depending on different factors. Don't get too attached to the exact seconds you selected, you might have to shave off a bit depending on how evil the file size decides to act.

Optional: Change footage speed

Depending on the gif and its purpose, I slow the footage down. I usually do this for the visual effect (especially nice for showing off animation details) but it also has the practical side effect that it can help with file size. Say you want a gif that loops after 4 seconds. At 100% speed your gif will move at your original framerate (in my case 60 fps); if you slow it down but keep the same length in seconds it'll logically use less frames. That's less data to blow up the size! Yey.

Crop the image.

Now this is probably one of the most crucial parts when it comes to your final file size, and your gif looking nice on tumblr. Since the tumblr dashboard displays images at a width of 540px, you want this to be your absolute minimum image width to ensure a crisp image. If I can, I'll make the gifs larger (I like starting at a minimum of 600px and then reduce the image dimensions if needed).

With that in mind.... choose your image crop wisely.

A "widescreen" image like this will be the most merciful in terms of file size, but might not always be what you want in terms of composition.

Given tumblr's very vertical nature, this kind of approach will look great in posts (if it fits your image composition of course), but at 540px minimum width tends to be a file size monster.

For the gif I'm attempting to make here I opted for a more square approach. The subjects of the scene fill out the image's space nicely, and it's still a nice size for tumblr posts overall. Let's see what the file size will say about this.

Replay your footage after cropping to make sure you didn't accidentally cut off any motion you didn't mean to cut.

Next up: optional colour corrections

I tend to crank up the saturation for gifs way, way more than I ever would for regular screenshots since I find that often the limited web palette can make them look fairly dull. But like everything else so far, this greatly varies depending on the scene you're showing.

Note that colour correction can increase or decrease file size depending on what exactly you're doing. The more different colours you have, the larger your file size will be.

Reduce image dimensions

Since my original video footage was fairly zoomed out, the cropped area only left me 575px of width to begin with. In an earlier attempt (that I absolutely did not fail to capture and therefore had to record the whole thing a second time) I tried to leave it at these dimensions, but the 10MB size limit did not like that so now I knew better and immediately reduced the width to 560px.

Note: After you've changed the video's dimensions it won't let you edit the speed anymore (for some reason), so make sure you've got that settled.

After all the adjustments are done it's time for the moment of truth...

File > Save for Web...

This beautiful window will open and...

Aww almost.

But honestly? That's not bad at all. I've had completely different disasters to deal with in the past (starting somewhere in the mid 20MB, good luck trying to make use of every size-reducing trick you've got up your sleeve).

Before I do any adjustments to shave off the last few KB though, I preview the gif to make sure it loops correctly. I want the Chak to sway seemlessly. Turns out it didn't, so I back out of the window to remove a few frames from the footage. And when I open the "Save for Web" window again....

Well that's anticlimatic. Apparently those few frames were enough to get the file size where I need it. (Note: Sometimes Tumblr likes to be a little b* and pretends your file is too big when you're this close to the 10MB limit. It be like that.)

While my gif journey theoretically ends here, I want to at least show you a few more things that could have helped if I had needed to get the file even smaller.

So this dithering thing I keep making a big deal of...

It can make or break a gif. In my experience this is so, so crucial to the final file size and quality of the gif.

In my own very amateurish words, dithering is a way to emulate colours that aren't actually part of the images colour palette. This is especially needed for in-game transparency effects like fog, glowy stuff, or smooth gradients. And that is part of why I chose this hell scene of all the ley line glow and the typical gw2 bloom that's particularly bad in this area.

PS CS6 offers you three different kinds of dithering techniques: Diffusion, pattern and noise.

My go-to is diffusion dithering, which has adjustable quality levels.

In my opinion it's generally the type of dithering that's often the least noticeable and creates the smoothest looking images. Unfortunately, it's also the one that creates by far the largest file sizes. Another downside is that it doesn't work super well with heavy DoF/fog etc. effects and is prone to really ugly banding, especially visible the more you decrease the quality. It looks awful for this particular scene. (Look at the glow around my asura's headpiece if you don't know what I'm talking about. Or... just the entire background.)

Both noise and pattern dithering will get you smaller file sizes, luckily.

I've never used noise so far (it tends to look messy in my opinion), but pattern gets the job done! Especially for gradient heavy gifs it's a lifesaver. It's definitely more noticeable than the diffusion dithering on static parts of the gif, but it absolutely makes up for it by not having any ugly banding effects. This is also what gave me the neat little 9.99MB file size in comparison to the diffusion dithering's 15.31MB.

Last but not least, if fiddling with the dithering or image dimensions doesn't help you get below that magic 10MB mark...

Limit the colour palette

You can either manually colour edit your image to use less colours for a more artistic approach, or you can let Photoshop limit the palette to its best abilities.

Additionally you can double click each individual colour to replace it how you see fit. (I've done that in the past when Petthri's yellow eye colour got erased and I had to bring it back manually.)

In this gif's example, reducing the palette from 256 to 128 colours has brought the file size down from 9.9 MB to about 8 MB. It can have a big effect, but doesn't always in my experience.

SHOW US THE GODDAMN GIF ALREADY!!!

Not the best quality gif we've ever seen on tumblr, but given the extremely unfavourable source material I think it turned out alright. I have to admit I'm actually surprised it worked at all.

Oh well! This got long (once again). I hope this was at least a little bit helpful to someone out there. Happy gif making!

#i did not proof read this #budgie plays gw2 #gif

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myster3y · 3 months

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Hiioo bbg<333 congratulations on a 100 followers ✨️✨️

Could I pls request 𓆩☆𓆪 city lights and 𓆩☆𓆪 late drives

Thank you❤️❤️

THANK U BBG <33

late drives:

dear bhaavya,

you are basically my older sister here and i love you so much. always remember you are amazing and don’t let anyone distract you. and please remember your mental health is more important. your soo sweet and you deserves all the love in the word.

much love from kiki <3

city lights: romance trope is enemies to lovers. they are a person at your college who you hate. you always tease each other. one day they find you crying and comfort you which shocks you. throughout the week they act kind. you find yourself to develop a crush. when you confront them, both of you confess and happy ever after.

#I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS #kiara's 100 event

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 8 months

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Interlude

just a little interlude. takes place right after I Can't

Masterlist

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Mrs. Perez explained her plan to Jesse. The soonest she could get him out was tomorrow, meaning that, despite her promise, he would have to go back to the Bakeman house that night. She prayed that nothing would happen to him.

The poor boy scrunched his face up tight as she helped him out of Dale’s clothes and back into his own (now clean) clothes that he’d worn over. There was a bit more blood on the pants, but she hid it before he noticed.

“Did Brian do all of this?” she asked nonchalantly.

Jesse shook his head, stepping into his own sweatpants. “No. He has… parties.”

Mrs. Perez’s stomach lurched. “Parties?”

He nodded. “Yeah. He invites over a lot of people and um, let’s them do… whatever.” He got quiet, staring at the floor.

“Is he having one tonight?”

“No. Probably not. It’s not usually two nights in a row.”

She’d have to trust him.

The Bakeman home was so close, but Jesse looked like he was minutes away from collapsing, so she helped him into her car.

Mrs. Perez had only been inside the Bakeman home one other time, after the break in. She sat Jesse on the couch, near where she first found him, unconscious and bleeding. She shouldn’t have waited until she saw him in the same state before she got him out.

“I’ll be here tomorrow evening, before he’s home. Do you have a bag you can pack some clothes and things in?” He nodded, eyes on the kitchen. “Don’t try to move a lot.”

He nodded again, swallowing. He reached up to his neck and spun around the collar. The skin underneath was red and chafed. He was heartbreaking.

“Jesse.” He looked at her with wet eyes. Someday his life wouldn’t make him cry. “You can do this.”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. And you can. Just one more day. And then it will all be better.”

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As soon as Mrs. Perez closed the door behind herself, Jesse pushed himself up and headed to the kitchen.

The oven was off. He breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept the kitchen and found the knife on the ground. Jesse’s breath caught in his throat.

He had another choice. He made another choice.

Mr. Bakeman arrived home only a few minutes after Jesse cleaned and put the knife innocently back in it’s drawer. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about the blade slicing through his flesh again.

Mr. Bakeman said nothing, just sat at the island and watched Jesse shuffle gingerly around the kitchen, preparing his dinner. Jesse himself wasn’t hungry.

“How do you feel?”

Jesse jerked his head up from where he was washing the cutting board in the sink. The pork chops were sizzling away in a pan, asparagus in the oven and potatoes boiling. Jesse doused the board in soap and scrubbed all the spices away. He didn’t want them to attract ants, and then the ants would crawl into Harper’s ears as she slept and eat away at her eyes. Or something like that.

“I’m okay,” Jesse said in a hushed tone. He dragged his feet to the stovetop, flipping the meat.

Jesse flinched when Mr. Bakeman pushed back his chair and stomped over to him. The backhand was multiplied by ten because of Jesse’s sore body. His side crashed into the counter, and he cried out, gripping the countertop as hard as he could so he wouldn’t fall to the ground.

His owner gripped his chin with a harsh hand, jerking his head up so he had to look at him.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to. No one who screamed like you did is ‘okay’. So. How do you feel?” Mr. Bakeman pushed Jesse away, crossing his arms.

Jesse swallowed, taking a breath. “I hurt, Master. A lot, I hurt… really bad.”

Mr. Bakeman smirked. “Don’t lie again. Get me a scotch.”

Jesse rushed to obey, face stinging. He had to fight to get his breathing and tears under control. He had cried enough for one day.

“Did you scream and cry like that when it was my wife screwing you?”

Jesse closed his eyes, his expression a mask of pain. He handed his master his drink and went to turn off the oven and stove, taking out the finished food. “I don’t know.”

“Was it the serum or the --”

“I don’t --” Jesse closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t get another hit for interrupting. “I don’t know.”

Mr. Bakeman grunted, taking a drink. “We’ll just have to do both again and see, won’t we? Charity’s a good lover you know.”

Jesse swallowed, plating Mr. Bakeman’s food and setting it in front of him. “Do you need anything else Master?”

Mr. Bakeman picked at his food with his fork, taking another drink. He worked his jaw before shaking his head. “No. Get out of my face.”

Jesse left to the stairs, holding his breath and pausing intermittently, trying to breathe through the waves of pain that never seemed to end. In his room, he closed the door as much as he dared and then sat on his bed, letting himself sink into it and the tears fall down the side of his face.

He couldn’t keep --

Stop. Just. UGH just stop. Just stop thinking stop crying stop everything. Stop. Stop. STOP.

You’re too pathetic to end it so just. Stop.

If he didn’t think about it he wouldn’t fall into a pit. He would disappear. He only needed to get through tonight and tomorrow. Only one more day. One more day and he would never have to face Mr. Bakeman again.

Or his girls.

Jesse pushed himself up off the bed, standing on unsteady legs. There was a little notebook with sparkly stars that Eva gave him once when she decided it must be his birthday. Jesse held the little pen that came with it in his trembling hand, opening it past the first page where Eva had written “I love you Jesse!” with hearts all around it. Jesse steeled himself, allowing a sob to break through. Dear Abi, Eva, and Harper…

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Taglist: @mylifeisonthebookshelf@boxboysandotherwhump@hold-him-down@winedark-whump@melancholy-in-the-morning @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

#i did not proof read this #i'm just so excited for the next part yall dont get it #847481: jesse #bbu #box boy universe #whump

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dukeoftheblackstar · 9 months

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Come Away With Me

Summary: N/A [I want you to read this and figure it out yourself @amorfista ♥] Edit: I was gonna put something here, but nah. You got this babe!

Pairing: Me and my husband, Plo. You and yo husband, Savage.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: Not telling. KTNXBAI. Edit: Angst / Fluff

Notes: I couldn’t write for Savage because I know very little of him apart from what I got from you. But I trust how you draw him, trust how you speak of him, trust even the insecurities that make you crumble about him; I trust you. Trust. ~ Many thanks to @botherbother-blog because I also needed quick consult over Savage ♥ Appreciate it, my friend! ♥

Color thingies because I'm deranged to not use them: Orange: Plo Koon Pink: Me - because babe, I have no self-control and I wanna be part of this because I made it for you? ilsym ♥ Red: Also me because still, no self-control omfg? Blue: You ♥ Green: Thoughts, You ♥ Yellow: Savage Opress Purple: Song ♥

Perfect divider by @idontgetanysleep with itty, bitty, cutie-patootie Plo Koon face ♥

Thank you for being unapologetically you ♥

So please play this first because I will be so angry if you didn't ♥ - I want you to be upset first because omg, babe need you to be conflicted? Because I can't carry the pain of it all? Because I'm just genuinely unhinged as a default? - Okay, done? Good. Now, pull up the second song, set it on loop and then die with meeeeeeeeeeeee ♥ Please play this in loop ♥

“Have we a deal, sunshine?”

It would have been a full-on collision if the 212th was among the 501st and 104th raining heavily from all possible entryways of the cavernous haven that held the crowned princes captive — entourage had been wiped clean by the Republic’s finest. The unsung hunter with an idle rifle lax on her side had sashayed her way past scouts and troops that now chatter in doubt whether they have procured tampered intel from a now deemed incredulous source, or they have been bested by elusion.

“Come on big boy, Mommy doesn’t have all day. Well — she does but, you know what I mean.”

The timing couldn’t even be more perfect as distant howling from wolves stalked and seeped through cracks in between boulders piled over. The choice was simple; escape with a ‘yes’ or die with a ‘no’ — never anything in between.

He didn’t have to say anything after a very audible scoff — now whether that was directed at the huntress, the situation at bay, or the fact that a very disgruntled Maul paced impatiently and seethed so horrendously that it was, as the huntress would often say ‘sus-vibes’.

“Count to three, always three — never more, never less, yes?”

Pleased beyond compare, she tossed two small chip-like devices with singular buttons that beeped in unison; one in vibrant tangerine and the other of coy periwinkle. As they vanish in comparison to the striped palms that cradled them like fragile glass, the huntress takes a step forward and gently taps his cheek thrice; always three — never more, never less.

“Tangie (tangerine) go boom, Peri (periwinkle) go zoom.”

And just as she said and slithered through a makeshift tunnel and up onto the sandy grains, she clicked her ankles twice and activated the thrusters — watching the sparks ignite that needed one more tap to get it going; always three — never more, never less.

***

“You’ve surely outdone yourself, P. I have to say, I’m digging the vibe.” “High praise, high praise.” “Hey! That’s not very Kel Dor of you. You’re supposed to say something regal and … proper.” “...”

“...” “Well, go on. Don’t keep me hanging, babylove.” “Very well.” Plo clears his throat and procures a very dignified baritone response. “Exalted preeminence…?” “Babe, you know that was shit, right?” “Language, my sweet. But yes, that was indeed…” Plo merely sighed, nodded and backed away. “Now come along, my darling.”

***

Come away with me in the night

And so he finds you again, laying in the designated cot under the comfort of your own insecurities.

“Hey. You stop that now or I will come get you myself and break every horn on his head.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe in the lie that you’ve woven with such grace that it would put kings and queens to shame; the same lie you’ve meticulously etched upon every touch, every breath, every thought, every word that would always fall upon deaf ears. Not because they refused to listen, but because you knew that even the faintest of whispers would be too loud.

— too. damn. loud.

So you deny yourself in fear of becoming more than the encumbered weight upon shoulders that have already sagged from the avoirdupois of the galaxy itself; repulsed by the conundrum of hate and love in the same sentence that you’ve starved yourself of and from his anger, that you have surrendered yourself to the role of dirt — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line.

“I mean it, babe. I will break all his kriffin’ horns and grind —”

You can’t help but wonder if gratitude is enough; you accept it under the premise that they stay with you — or that they allow you to stay with them. To be given that privilege, to bask in their greatness; to worship him and all encompassing him — to surrender in hopes of a morsel of trust, if not affection.

“I’m fine — I promise! Please, just… Go faff over Plo or something.”

You laughed, at least you thought you did — willed yourself to believe that this was your resplendent point of no return; that this was the grandiose moment in which you would liberate yourself from the shackles you’ve adorned like fine jewelry to match the king himself.

That maybe if you had been as beautiful as he is; had painted your nails at a point, had bruised your lips with the finest rouge, or have held your hair in a seductive knot that bore not only your skin but the desolation of your soul with each passing moment that you’ve shed tears that would just… not… stop.

That maybe if you had presented yourself or have written a masterpiece with an allure so potent, trust would have fallen so callously upon sweet hands for the taking. That maybe if you had a better hold on emotions that spilled with such rawness, you would not have wept so much and had offered joy — not this.

This…. This painful existence has made you doubt every reason to linger. That beyond how much you might love him, there is no longer any cause to continue this charade — this unnerving circus of a concept that for him to be angry, for him to bestow upon you this carnal need of fury, he would first have to care about you.

That maybe…

“We leave in half an hour. Prepare yourself.”

And you indeed do as you’re told; prepare yourself devoid of candor that you’ve stayed true to your purpose — a maid droid with some, at best, questionable information that would endure Maul’s relentlessness that Savage would always make sure he would never cross a line. But at this moment, it was only Savage.

Savage who needed something, anything; a massage, a clean up, food, a pilot — something, anything, everything but you.

***

“Borrowed.” Heavy like fluids that taint your cheeks with salt, his voice rumbles, but soft? — soft like velvet ribbons that knot quaintly around your neck as you board a smaller ship. You nodded, tugged by the galvanic tune of his voice that drew your feet onto the ramp and your hand — heavens, your hand, your beautiful, blessed hand that had touched me with such divinity that it revealed the sacrilegious tenderness of your heart. Your beautiful, delicate, exquisite heart that I would die for — that honors each passing second to be called a friend. [ I love you ♥ I’m such a sap! ]

Maker, break me — smite me from where I stand for there is no place in the vastness of the galaxy do they belong other than upon his.

Come away with me in the nightCome away with me

“Careful.”

With her heart? Like come on, Savage. You gotta put in the work, babe!

He’s held your hand once before, right? When fingers brushed as you served him sustenance while Maul hissed on the side like a proper untrusting ball of fiery rage, glaring daggers at Savage who held onto his saber. You’ve brushed upon stern shoulders and arms when the wound needed cleaning and or the mechanical contraption failed to accommodate an angle — just as you have, but once, placed upon the sweetest kiss of your fingertips along the broken crown that did very little to diminish the sovereign he has on you while you applied whatever it was that made him groan, grunt, and sigh some few nights ago.

When he had taken you by the wrists because you’ve flown far too close to the sun — now whether it was the liquid gold of his entirety or the kindled orbs of his soul, it had been all but a blur.

And I will write you a songCome away with me on a bus

“Are…. Are you comfortable?” And once more, that velveteen ribbon had knotted even tighter, forcing you to swallow what little life you had left, what little dignity you thought should have been robbed of you. And so you do as you always do, starve.

Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies

“Yes, my lord.” Fallen from grace, hazel meets the silver flooring of the ship — hands seek straps to bury yourself in the comfort of the chair, distancing yourself from tempestuous Gods of Celestia who a friend had devoted her nights to pray for you, of you, to you, with you, always and a day as she says.

[ Yes, it be me, bestie ♥ I pray you for and happy things ♥ ]

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day

“Auroras.” The journey was silent, never loud with Savage — never, only with Maul. And indeed, Auroras — a burst of lights mangled by a plethora of colors that had painted the sky of fine blues and purples, of greens and pinks, tangies (tangerine) and peries (periwinkle), but never a shade finer than the sun that glimmered on the very face that had consumed you — mind, body, heart, and soul; never a finer shade indeed.

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high

And now there were emeralds before your feet; fine, lush virescent fields of a vacant park that overlooked a river of sorts and mud. And beyond, by where lonely rivers flow to sea, to the open arms of the sea, is a table with a pair of chairs.

Your friend had always told you that the Gods of Celestia are always unkind to those who are — unkind to the kind. It had always baffled you how truly kriffed up Celestian Law is, but you weren’t one so it didn’t matter.

You were happy to have a friend — no matter how much of an unhinged bitch she is and how much she thirsted for a certain Kel Dor Master Jedi to an unhealthy degree.

But you adore her, adore her with all your heart as you’ve told her aplenty — and in turn, she adores you more than you could ever best her.

She adores you enough to lie and claim she’d draw you but ends up writing a sappy fic because she has absolutely no self-control and cannot draw for shit and her self-insert game be too damn strong even for herself.

And so we carry on.

So won't you try to come

Unforgiving were the short gusts of wind that blew locks of hazel over your face that had seemingly pulled you into arms lean and muscular, yet gentle. The same pull that drew the sun back into your smaller frame and a marked fingers sprawled to caress your face with such a dignified stroke, it had called upon the stray locks to twine in between and be lulled to the back of your head.

His gaze lingered — so did yours.

And whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle that happens to be observed by a distant figure of a Kel Dor frame with his talons mindful over the muffled screams of the aforementioned, unhinged Celestian woman, who flailed her arms high enough for you to smile.

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop

And again, before the crude interruption of the intruders, whatever it was, be it the Force that trembled the sovereign before you or the Gods of Celestia drawn to this magnificent spectacle, it happened.

Just. Like. That.

Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

Lips so silken and laced with release that you felt your body quiver as it bestowed upon you the highest form of opulent gratification— as if his lips were either Midas’ touch of gold from lore of childhood or one of all deities that hail the sun had confounded it’s fiery blaze of passion upon your supple, sweet lips.

And I want to wake up with the rain Falling on a tin roof

The scent of pine resin permeating the air, the symphonic cacophony of birds that glided over the small city of your homeworld, the pitter-patter and click of silly, little river crabs that assaulted the tablecloth so vehemently that it had drawn Savage’s gaze to the creature before turning to address to the approaching couple.

[ Sorry babe, you ain’t making out with Savage if I’m not making out with Plo. Fair trade ♥ ]

They bore plates and trays of food; an assortment of anything unfamiliar to both Kel Dor and Zabrak — only to you and this bitch who decided to walk in when the kissing was happening.

Plo, unprompted and perhaps as evenly an emotional wreck as your friend — one could only speculate seeing his enigmatic allure is brought upon by his antiox mask; placed a rather assuring hand over Savage’s shoulder and an approving squeeze.

“Please enjoy.” Plo Koon would say, offering a delightful nod as you and Savage took to your seats. “I will see to it that your dinner remains unperturbed.”

You could help but laugh as you watched the Master Jedi take your friend by the waist and haul her over his shoulder. You would have commented but he had bested you with an amused tone. “Forgive my primitive manner of doing so, as it is a necessity.”

While I'm safe there in your arms

You hear your friend whine and beg for, as she calls it, ‘five minutes of tea’ — to which Plo Koon sighed with such resignation over the fact that this mode of ‘disposing’ nuisance (your overly eager friend), had brought him to a defeated and compromising position.

[ Yes, babes. We getting lucky tonight ♥ LOL ]

“A… dire… necessity.” Plo trails off, patting your friend’s rear three times. And somewhere, somehow, you find yourself in chorus with the Master Jedi.

“Always three — never more, never less.” “Always three — never more, never less.”

As the couple departed, your smile never fading, Savage calls to you.

So all I ask is for you

Not by 'you' or 'hey'. But calls to you. Speaks your name with so much reverence and warmth you feel it in your chest — so much that your own called upon yourself and placed a hand over your heart.

To come away with me in the night

"(insertnamehere). Will you... Come away with me?"

#♝#disclaimer:#I did not proof read this #I haven't slept but omg it's so worth it because I enjoyed writing it so much ♥

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merchantofwhispers · 11 months

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Brothels, Organized Crime, and Retirement

Despite claiming retirement, Gemina still keeps up with old contacts and resources. If caught on a good day or offered the right amount of money she may even be willing to take on the odd job or two. She will often refer to herself simply as a "fence", be it for goods or information. Her abilities extend far beyond that, however, often acting as a "cleaner" to erase situations out of the public or legal eyes entirety -- Or, if particularly messy -- set up fall men to take the heat away.

Historically Gemina was once an incredibly powerful crime lord. While she herself doesn't own up to the title, it is no mistake the influence and power she wielded in her heyday. By the time she gained fame and infamy she had already somewhat established herself alongside her husband as a gun-runner; illegally transporting black market goods between countries.

Once the 1910s rolled around she'd set up shop on the coast, allowing her husband to continue his business while she ran the paperwork end of things from shore. It was during this time Gemina ended up opening a brothel and eventually offering herself to the services, finding it was a lucrative business in more ways than one. She often took only high-end clients; lawyers, politicians, and stockholders. During this time she gathered information and began selling it to their competitors, playing them against each other for the highest dollar.

It was as prohibition passed that Gemina began her proper reign. What had started as a simple brothel expanded into speakeasies that spread over borders into other states. She provided liquor with the help of her husband who ran it from Canada into the United States, sex workers of every variety, and some of the finest musical entertainment she could find. The competition did not die quietly, however, forcing her to take a more forceful hand. Her quiet game of political checkers became a bloody chess competition; entire elections were rigged with men of her choosing, murders of local businessmen were covered up, and Gemina's moniker -- The Madame -- became known.

Eventually, she grew ties to various Mob organizations as both her business -- and her vampirism -- became known. It was easier to befriend her than cross her and thankfully she was not a woman accused of being uncooperative. A business relationship with Madam Volarious was lucrative for those willing and more than a few were willing if it meant heavier pockets and the protections she promised.

Unfortunately, this sway only lasted until prohibition ended. With alcohol once again legal more upright businesses became cropping up and cutting in. Gemina returned to simply offering what she knew; sex work. Yet her ties to the various crime syndicates remained. She continued to fence information and provide cleaning services to those who asked in exchange for the protection of her workers, but something shifted in the late 1930s.

Her brother, Nikolai, vanished.

It was there that everyone knows she went off the deep end.

Thousands of dollars were paid to search for him and thousands more were offered in rewards for those that could find him. When weeks turned into months she grew more frantic, more temperamental, and much less cooperative with her business partners. Gemina grew paranoid and began accusing those around her of killing Nikolai, but she was often dismissed as a grieving woman.

Until she began killing en masse.

Starting in the spring of 1941 Gemina began murdering almost indiscriminately. She closed her brothels and went into "hiding", operating exclusively as a Cleaner. Those around her described her as paranoid, almost feral in her behavior. She continued to work for several more years, her knowledge and skills still "profitable", but by the 1950's she'd become a liability and most of her connections began distancing themselves from her. It was then that she went missing on a fall evening in 1956.

Gemina resurfaced in the 1990s but didn't make herself completely known until someone else discovered her in an antique store in the 2010s where she still works to this day. "Retired" from her old life -- mostly.

#;Headcanons #;Gemina HC #I DID NOT PROOF READ THIS #tw long post #tw violence #im going to write a SEPERATE post about what happened when she vanished in the 50s because its... fucked up #but LOOK #I DID A THING #I WROTE A FULL HEADCANON #HA

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squigglywindy · 1 year

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@bllaaaaarrgh @here4dragons

I combined ‘Wild’ and ‘Ramen’ into this nightmare:

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“What is this?” Hyrule poked at the wiggly things in his bowl, proudly served by their Champion who was grinning with pride at his latest creation.

“It’s squiggly noodles,” Wild introduced with a massive grin.

“They’re so…bland.” Legend poked at them with the two sticks they had transformed into chopsticks.

“Yeah, they’re supposed to be,” Wild beamed. “Sometimes I put some meat or fish in there but I decided to just go with the good old fashioned squiggly noodles!” He was so proud of himself that it was very hard to question the wisdom of his decision. But not impossible.

“Wild,” Time challenged quietly, and waited patiently for the cook to turn with an expectant grin. “Why’d you make them taste like slimy air.”

“It’s part of their charm!” Wild insisted. “The squiggle is the whole point; it’s got nothing to do with flavor.”

“The squiggle is the charm,” Wind mused, fishing a noodle out of his bowl with his fingers and holding it up to the moonlight, squinting as understanding dawned in his eyes. “Yeah, I see it.”

“Told ya so,” Wild grinned, lighting into his squiggly noodles with a passion shared by none.

#blargh my beloafed cell mate #dragon my beloved #squiggles writes #this is so short and so bad #I did not proof read this

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jemtokall · 1 year

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zack for the hcs ask post?

Oh gosh I didn't expect someone to ask me anything from that post LMAO but I can never say no to spewing my thoughts about mister Zack Fair <3

Headcanon A: what I think realistically —

Has ADHD!

Zack's favorite stim is doing squats!

He catches social cues but will ignore them (exhibit A, the girl at front desk who didn't care for his flirty advances until he became 1st class. Zack probably asked her on a date before and got rejected, and he didn't try again) (exhibit B, very often people tell him that Shinra/SOLDIER is in the wrong and

Gets the zoomies (which is a great quality for a SOLDIER operative)

Gets distracted easily! Look at how many side and fetch quests he has piled up...

2. He gives the gentlest of hugs to his friends, but when it comes to Angeal he gives him the bear crushing hugs

3. BISEXUAL KING <333

4. Naturally had brown eyes before he joined SOLDIER and got mako blue eyes

B: what I think is fucking hilarious —

Zack thought of Angeal as his dad. Sephiroth and Genesis were secondary fathers, so the entire events of Crisis Core felt like a huge divorce (I mean, the events of the game are still painful, but it hurts less by thinking of it as a divorce)

He shows to be grossed out by bugs in game, but I believe he ate them as a child. Gongaga was full of them! He outgrew it when he moved to Midgar and there weren't as many bugs everywhere

Zack adopted several pet fish in his lifetime, all of them eventually died due to Zack being gone for long periods at a time for missions. But Angeal didn't have the heart to break the news to Zack, so he replaced them fish with a googly eyed rock. Zack never knew the difference.

Takes a lot of selfies because he knows he'd gorgeous

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends —

After the events of Nibleheim, the only thing Zack had were Cloud and Aerith. One comatose, and another a memory.

Cloud only due to circumstance since they were in the same boat of being science experiments. Normally we see Zack suspicious towards those in Shinra, even if they were friends before (Cissnei and Kunsel are the two prime examples. Cissnei eventually earned his trust, but Kunsel never got the chance to because there's limited things he can do through text.)

Aerith was his only connection outside of Shinra, if anything, he sympathized with her since she was under the Turks watch. The two never talked about it, but they didn't talk about a lot of things. There was always an unspoken escapism that they found within each other. But 4 years is a long time, and the reality of that hit him when he found her 89th letter.

He couldn't even reconnect with his parents, who he hasn't seen since he was 14yrs old. Shinra took that away from him too.

2. After the Wutai War and Angeal disappeared, Zack ate apples more often to feel connected to him. (He couldn't find Dumbapples so he made do with red apples.)

3. After Angeal's death, Zack changed his hairstyle to represent his growth, but it's slicked back to resemble his late mentors hair.

4. He really wanted to see Sephiroth as a friend, but Sephiroth closed himself off too much for them to make a real connection. But that doesn't mean that Sephiroth didn't care, just that he kept Zack at arms length.

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway —

I would've loved to see him in a team setting! Because I headcanon that he's so used to working as a lone wolf (or in a unit) that he has a hard time working as a part of the team. He's always given or taken orders! He would likely butt heads with whoever else tried to give orders, if he didn't ignore it entirely and run in head first.

I said it before but BISEXUAL KING I would love to see him flirt with a guy in canon :') he came close with Kunsel but it was written off as a joke ("I love you man!" @Kunsel )

I hc him as native american because I'm indigenous and he's just like me fr look at his black hair its practically canon

#I did not proof read this #help i wrote way more than i expected to

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lesbian-in-leather · 2 years

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Okay look, I’m going to make a big long post about the actual plot, but first I just... I just need to be upset about the absolute lack of queer rep for a minute, okay?

Because I never actually expected them to make any of the trio in an explicitly canon relationship. It’s the fucking mouse studio, and Amphibia always had way less freedom than the Owl House (which is literally getting cancelled for being gay), so I obviously knew it was never going to happen. However, a small, stubborn part of me did hope we’d at least get an implied relationship between two of them. Which obviously did not happen

However, I am so angry at the fact that they really sat there, and they didn’t give us any undeniable queer representation. That’s right, I don’t count Olivia calling Yunan “sweetheart” as undeniably explicit because while it does absolutely confirm to anyone with braincells that they’re dating/married, it isn’t explicit. English people genuinely do refer to family/friend as ‘sweetheart’. Hop Pop got an entire episode dedicated to his relationship with Sylvia, as well as several scenes in other episodes I believe, but all Olivia and Yunan get is one word? Dialogue is much more significant confirmation than the handholding, or the amount of blushing, because if the characters don’t discuss it, then it was probably put in by the animators. And yes, they have to get everything approved, but it’s a lot easier for them to slip something in than it is for the writers, and the higher-ups care about it less because it’s easier to deny.

But why does this make me so angry? I’ve been let down by plenty of shows in the past, why does this one make me so unbelievably angry when they gave me more rep than certain other things I’ve watched? Well, you see, it’s because of one of the relationships they did decide to make canon. I could have easily dealt with none of the trio getting together, and might have even been happy with Olivia and Yunan’s relationship ‘confirmation’ if it weren’t for the inexcusably explicit relationship that the mouse decided was appropriate for children.

The snail and the fucking bird. Yep. We can’t have human lesbians, and the newt wives are an implication, but we can literally show the multiple mutant children of the giant snail-car and the massive sparrow. We’re going to have them make affections noises when they see each other, and blush more than Yunan and Olivia combined, and then LITERALLY SHOW THEIR OFFSPRING. But yeah, the gays will scar children. Can’t have that in a kids show. No way.

So yeah I’m, uh. Not exactly pleased. Like I said at the start, I have loads of thoughts about the actual plot that I will absolutely make into a post, but I just wanted to rant about this first.

Shoutout to the animators for making Sasha as canonically bisexual as they could, though. That’s definitely something, even if it wasn’t ever mentioned in any of the dialogue

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #the lesbian herself #i did not proof read this #i'm just mad #i ddin't even expect any canon queer rep!#but the fact that they're fine with saying that the snail fucked a bird #but not letting olivia and yunan refer to each other as 'gilrfriend' or 'wife' at least once #come on

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scatterbrainedbot · 6 months

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cass, a professional: order of badass donbot, extra dramatic entrance!

me, nodding, banned from most kitchens: leo drama and angst, heard chef!

(shoutout to @somerandomdudelmao for yet again making feel emotions i cannot fully explain)

#my art #cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #future leo #future donnie #this is super rough and sketchy cos dude i RAN after reading that update #spectacular donbot design of course #but also #bro this circular timetravel shit has got me Feeling Emotions #like #leo stood in that room and wept and BEGGED for some echo of his brother #some proof that even in death #he wouldnt leave them alone #that he was as unwilling to fade from them as they were to let him go #the man had failsafes for failsafes on top of failsafes #plans ontop of plans; surely hed planned something for this?#and heres the thing #donnie did #he built this machine #to house his spirit and allow him to be with his family #but when leo asked for it #the room was already empty #idk its really hard to articulate #you can fix the past but the past still happened #you relieved the grief but you still had to go through it #schrodiners cat but sadder #he is dead and alive all at once but always gone from you #donnie will never be there (with you then) because he has always been here (with you now)#IDK BRO TIME TRAVEL MAKES FOR FUN CIRCULAR LOOPS

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cassowarywary · 1 year

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[Start ID: 10 photos of a bound book of the I am in Eskew transcripts. Photos 1 through 4 show the casing with and without a dust jacket. The dust jacket is marbled silver and white with the title written on it in black ink, and the casing is black leather with vertical insets of the same silver and white paper, grey book cloth, and red book cloth. Photos 5 through 10 show the inside: the red and black marbled endpapers, the silver and white decoration paper, the title page with an illustration of a bird turning into a city, a translucent vellum page before Chapter Zero: Initiation, the beginning of Chapter 15: Crossroads which displays the red binding, and a closeup of a page from episode 20: Cruelty. /End ID]

I have always had plans to, once I finished the titlecard art pieces, print them with their corresponding transcripts for myself. Then I decided that I wanted to add the lineart pieces. Then I realized that the transcripts were not fully accurate, so I went through and transcribed corrections to match the audio. Then I decided that I wanted to go back and redo a couple of the titlecard pieces, etc, etc. This printed version ended up not including any art-- I don’t have access to a printer which can handle that--but I wanted a physical copy which I could annotate. As a result, this thing is huge. It’s easily twice the size of any book I’ve bound before, and the cut edges are a bit wonky, but I’m still really happy with it.

#i am in eskew #my art #bookbinding #Part of the reason I prioritized this now even though I am so close to being done with the titlecards #Is because I am moving at the end of the month #and I won't have access to most of my art supplies for a couple of months at the very least #Also because. New city. New region. All alone travelling thousands of miles and living in a new part of the world.#Perfect time to read Eskew #I did do a proof of concept bind of Correspondence with my art in it a couple of months ago.#But I like this much better

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huffy-the-bicycle-slayer · 6 months

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It's time to stop acting like Ben&Jerry's is our friend. They're a corporation and they're out for money just like all the others. Their greed has led to the creation of a highly addictive product that anyone, regardless of age, can aquire on any street corner. You've all know exactly what I'm talking about, how could you not at this point? I'm talking of course about Ben&Jerry's flavor "Stephen Colbert's: Americone Dream".

Now what makes it so addictive you may ask? Well before we examine the sultry texture of the vanilla base, we have to of course look at the grouping patterns of the Fudge-Covered Waffle Cone Pieces. These pieces are not evenly distributed in the pint mixture like you may expect of a mint chip. No, infact they're distributed in tight clusters, leaving vast pockets of Vanilla Ice Cream/Caramel Swirl. And don't expect to get caramel in every bite either, its forking tendrils writhe through the Ice Cream, without a hint of uniform distribution. This sometimes geological concoction has created an eating experience so varied and exploratory that it boggles the mild.

They're putting this product on shelves in every city in America, and it'll be in your home before you know it. And believe me when I tell you: It's not love at first bite, no. With each progressive layer you'll fall deeper into its grasp. It squeezes you until you are gasping for air, only to discover you've eaten the whole pint. I say it's time bring attention to Ben&Jerry's, its time to wake up from their Americone Dream.

#got so high #i wanted to write a three paragraph essay??#please dont grade my essay #i did not proof read it

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Steve and Robin have been working at the plant nursery for months. It was the only job that would hire them both, and it's honestly been the best job they've had.

Steve loves taking care of the plants, loves the way the outdoor plants wave at him in the wind and sparkle in the sunlight after he's watered them. No one gives him weird looks when he talks to the plants because everyone that comes in understands, they're all plant people too, they know talking to plants is hard to resist. Steve loves that they are very good listeners, especially the ferns in the back corner of the nursery. They brush their long arms against Steve's cheek and make him feel so much better after he's finished dumping all his problems on the poor plant.

And then they get a new employee, a guy with long curly hair and too many tattoos and piercings for Steve to count. His name is Eddie. And he does not have a green thumb. Not at all.

Steve can't understand why the nursery hired this guy! He's hopeless!

Steve watches in horror from behind his beloved ferns as Eddie accidentally chops the head off one of the gorgeous rose blooms while pruning and then tries to hide the evidence. He walks away from the rose bush with the poor chopped off bloom clenched tightly in his fist and then he dumps it in the compost bin.

Steve spends the rest of the afternoon glaring at the new guy while talking to the poor rose bush. Eddie flushes a shade of red similar to the rose he murdered any time Steve looks at him, and Steve hates how pretty he looks, hates that it causes a small smile to pull at his lips.

And then Eddie drops a watering can on a peace lily, a peace lily that Steve spent weeks nurturing back to life and the spell Eddie put on him with his flushed cheeks and big, brown eyes is broken.

Robin pities the poor new guy, she can see he's struggling, so she just makes him do all the heavy lifting with her. She doesn't want him anywhere near Steve's precious plants. She saw Steve reach for his giant pruning shears a few days ago when Eddie went near his ferns.

"You know he's terrified of you." Robin says to Steve on their joint lunch break. They're sitting on a stack of soil bags watching Eddie potter around and show people the plants they're looking for. Steve will give him that, he's good with people. Really good.

"Why? I'm nice." Steve takes a bite of his sandwich and avoids Robin's stare. He knows she's giving him the 'don't bullshit me' stare and if he looks, he'll crumble and do something ridiculous like admit he has been kinda mean to the new guy and that he should have just helped him out from the start instead of threatening to chop his fingers off every time he touched Steve's plants.

Steve sighs. "OK, fine. I've been a dick." Robin nods and steals the last bite of Steve's sandwich.

"Now, make it right and play nice with the pretty boy."

"He's not pretty."

"That's not what you said to your precious ferns yesterday. I think you said –" Steve walks off before she can finish and ignores her laughter as he stalks over to where Eddie is crouched in front of the baby succulents.

Steve clears his throat to get his attention and the poor guy jumps in fright and nearly smacks a succulent off the stand. "Steve! Hi! I was just talking to them. I promise."

Steve stifles a laugh and sits down on the floor in front of the low plant stand. He gently pulls a dead leaf off one plant before offering Eddie a smile, a truce. "That's good. They like it when you talk to them. I actually sing to them when I'm here alone." His sudden gentleness must spook Eddie because he just blinks at Steve, his mouth open slightly as he stares in disbelief that Steve actually just spoke to him.

"You can sing?" Eddie sits down next to him and mirrors Steve's actions; gently pulling dead leaves off and checking the soil.

"No, I can't." He laughs. "But the plants don't seem to mind."

They sit in silence for a minute before Steve gathers up his small pile of dead leaves and stands up, Eddie follows suit. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick." Steve rushes out before he loses the courage to admit it. "It's just... you're awful with plants."

Eddie laughs, the sound catches Steve off guard and echoes around the nursery, and Steve realises in that moment that he's never heard Eddie laugh before. It's loud and beautiful and Steve wants to hear it again. Every day.

"I know. I don't have a green thumb at all, but this is the only job that would take me. I think the plants want me to quit."

Steve wanted him to quit. He'd grumbled to Robin about it nearly every day. Eddie knew that and he still stayed. He smiles at Steve in a way that says he doesn't mind, he's just teasing.

But Steve still feels like a total asshole.

"I could teach you how to look after them properly." Steve offers. "I should have offered to help weeks ago." He adds on quietly as they walk through the rows and rows of plants. Steve touches all of them gently, he grazes his fingers along their leaves in a friendly greeting.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Eddie says with a smile so bright it could rival the sun and cause all of the flowers to bloom.

They spend nearly every day at work together after that. Steve helps Eddie learn all the plants' names, their technical names and the secret names Steve's given them all. Steve shows him how to prune and shape the baby hedges and tries not to blush when their fingers touch while passing over the shears. Eddie is a fast learner. He absorbs everything Steve says and then executes it perfectly. He looks over at Steve and smiles excitedly after he successfully prunes the rose bush without chopping a single bloom off.

The more time they spend together, the more Steve becomes aware of the feeling blooming in his chest. It tickles his ribs and causes him to blush and bump shoulders with Eddie more often, causes him to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Eddie's ear and brush his hand along Eddie’s back whenever he passes him.

The new bloom in his heart causes him to kiss Eddie in the back corner of the nursery behind the ferns.

Turns out Eddie has a green thumb after all because there is something so beautiful blooming between them, and so far only the ferns know about it.

#DID ANYONE SAY OVERPROTECTIVE PLANT DAD STEVE?!!!#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4 #robin buckley #I DIDN'T PROOF READ THIS I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE

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