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mcmansionhell · 2 years

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a fine selection of bonker facades from the DC suburbs

Howdy folks! In honor of Halloween, here are some of the scariest houses currently for sale in the ever-cursed suburbs of Washington, DC. It's been awhile since I checked in on this particular hotspot, and once more, it did not disappoint.

I'll just get this one out of the way. Long-time McMansion Hell-heads are well aware of this monster estate in Potomac, MD, once allegedly owned by a particular professional athlete who will not be named, because the house should suck on its own merit. The only nice thing I can say about this house is that the designers kept the materials and colors consistent, which adds some unity to what is, in reality, five turrets in a trench coat.

Some things, the economists tell us, are too big to fail. This is not one of them. Let's move on.

Many McMansions exist to mock the concept of architectural consistency and historical continuity. This is one of them. About every single type of expanded second-story window elaboration exists here: bay window, covered balcony, juliet balcony. None of them work. The house can't decide if its 19th century eclecticism or tony DC Georgian/Federal cocktail. The random cupola merely adds insult to injury.

I don't know where realtors learned how to do photoshop, but whoever taught them should have their Adobe licenses revoked. There's a certain type of McMansion I call a "hat house" - which is exactly what it sounds like. It's a house with multiple bays or masses and each has its own special hat. This is one of the most egregious examples because all of the hats are different shapes and scales. Not even the most Disney Theme Park pink sky and fairy lighting can mitigate the controlling aesthetic influence of hät.

No compilation of Bad Facades would be complete without at least one Frankentudor™. Rich people in America really like to harken back to the days of feudalism, yet uglier, more drab, and using materials mostly derived from petrochemicals. The lighting is not helping this house, which is about as gloomy, hulking, and bloated as they come.

I have some fondness for houses that derive new, inventive forms of being ugly. The spread eagle McMansion is one of them, two oblique wings with no real core. A corner lot specimen. This one is especially weird, with the quadruple portholes, the windowless bays, the mall foyer, and the hipped roof that's not quite clipped, complete with tacked on gables. Kind of neat, sad to say.

I know most of you won't agree, but I actually believe this is the worst McMansion of the set. The absolute banality of it, the out-of-proportion everything, the compound-like demeanor, the nonsensical spacing of the mind-numbingly identical windows. The most infuriating part is that whoever designed this had some kind of order, continuity, proportion in mind and just failed utterly at it, like Sideshow Bob stepping on all those rakes. I hate it!!!!

When rich people try to make overly-inflated temples to their dumb piles of money, it's deeply satisfying when they end up looking like this house, which is just a pile of roof and wall tacked on to the worst proportioned portico imaginable. Classic McMansion Hubris. Let us all laugh.

Now we're getting into the more eldritch horror part of the list. Some houses make me wonder if I have the same set of eyeballs and conceptions of what "a house" looks like as other people. This one is playing dress up games with foam stickers. It looks like Steve's shirt from Blues Clues. It abuses the prairie muntins, which is an insult to my chosen hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Bad house.

Not enough time is devoted on this blog to bad modernism, though it would be rather generous to call this house modern. It's more like postmodernism trying to remember what modernism looked like and tripping down a flight of stairs collecting random masses and windows on the way down. Houses like this give modern architecture a bad name. It's borderline libel. Also it looks like it was made out of cardboard.

This brings us to our final, and objectively worst house:

I don't even know what to say about this freak of architecture. I don't know how it came together or why. I don't know what it wants or even pretends to do. It is a horrorshow. Gables protruding from random places, stealth roof fragments, windows too small for the walls they're embedded in, a weird cathedral-like entrance, the mosquito-infested pond, the worst example of realtor sky I've ever seen, all of it is terrible. It's haunted. Trick or Treat, but without the treat.

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reidslovely · 4 months

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that's when...

peter had planned on never falling in love again. gwen had been it, she was is path. gwen was the tree that he built his house around. careful to not disrupt or ruin her foundation, but no matter how cautious he had been it failed. he's wanted nothing more or nothing less than what she was for him. but now, she was gone and not coming back. he'd grown content in sitting in the empty house of his heart that was it's middle.

that was until he saw her at least.

"coffee?" a voice offers. he looks up from his photoshop app opened on his laptop. she is gorgeous, a deep blue blouse that had been slightly unbuttoned brought out the brightness in her eyes. he felt his brain actively start to short circuit as he looked at her. her shy smile and her eyes casting down told him he'd been staring longer than he had intended to.

"huh?"

it was a pathetic sound that left his mouth. but apparently not pathetic enough to scare her off, she giggled picking a cup from the drink carrier without a second thought.

"enjoy parker.." she tossed him a smile before walking away. the motion twisted with playfulness and shyness. she was bouncing off before he could get another word out, a dark pink dusting his cheeks.

"yeah, yeah you too!" he yells after her shaking his head at himself, resting his forehead against his hand. idiot. in his distress pink scribbles scrawled across the cup caught his eye.

'wanted a excuse to talk to you! call me!"

her name and number were scribbled directly below the writing, a little heart decorating the end of the number line. peter grabbed his phone his thumbs hovering over the keyboard as he thought about what he could say.

'blue is a wonderful color on you! hope jameson isn't working you too hard.'

he closed his eyes and sent the message. dork. he looked around the office, a desk outside of jonah's door caught his attention. she sat with a smile on her face as she panicked over a response herself. peter looked at the three little dots pop up and disappear multiple times before finally the whoosh of an incoming message caught his ears. he looked over his shoulder before checking his phone, that's when he saw her gaze locked in on him a sweet smile on her face.

a/n: heeeey...sorry for going m.i.s. i have a lot going on but have been wanting to write some little stuff...so here you go. i miss y'all, love ya!

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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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girliest girly girl

words: 800

warnings: trans!reader (mtf), brief transphobia (hate comment), gender dysphoria, established relationship, soft!rafe, social media au briefly at the end featuring my shitty photoshop (face claim: hunter schafer)

“what's that look on your face for princess?” rafe tsks, instantly recognizing that something isn't right, ready to beat the shit out of anyone who could have caused you feeling down.

“it's nothing.” you shake your head, curls flopping as you do, having just done your hair, hoping it would help.

“lie.” rafe calls out, always one to see through your bullshit, never able to hide your feelings around him.

“fine.” you sigh as rafe takes a seat on the couch next to you, his hand coming to rub over your knee, exposed by your shorts.

“i just… i got a mean comment on my instagram post. calling me a dude. it's made me feel really dysphoric.” you admit softly. you don't talk to rafe a lot about being trans, mainly because it doesn't affect your relationship a lot. you transitioned fully before even meeting rafe, and had such a nonchalant response to you telling him you weren't sure he understood at first.

“ah, shit baby.” rafe sighs, struggling with the internal battle of making you feel good versus finding who left the comment and breaking their thumbs for typing out something so vile they knew would hurt you. ultimately, the pout on your face makes him put his anger away. “what can i do to help pretty girl?

“i don't know.” you admit with a sigh. “just kinda wanna… wanna do something to distract myself i guess.”

“i see you did your hair.” rafe comments. you usually keep your hair straight, only curling it on special occasions because it takes forever with how thick and long your hair is.

“and your makeup is beautiful.” makeup you did do every day, finding it helped with your gender dysphoria and was the final step to making you feel like you.

“thanks rafey.” you smile gently, already starting to feel better just from being in his presence.

“why don't we go shopping and out to eat?” he offers.

“i would really like that.” you admit. getting out of the house will probably help as well, not giving you the opportunity to sit and scroll on your phone, negative feelings just building up inside of you.

you finish getting ready to go, putting on a pair of heels that you don’t usually go for, especially since you would be doing a lot of walking since you’re going to be shopping, but they always made you feel good.

“my beautiful girlfriend.” rafe smiles, making sure to use a lot of gender affirming words whenever you get feeling like this.

“thank you baby.” you feel your face blush as he laces your fingers together, walking you towards the car. he helps you up into the truck with it being so tall and your heels making you wobbly.

“where to first? sephora?” rafe questions, and you realize that he must be able to see through everything to how bad you were feeling if he’s willingly offering to take you to sephora.

“yeah and then i thought maybe we could go to lulu? they released a new color of my favorite skirt and i really wanna get it.”

“anything for you darling.” rafe says, reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

“i hate to bring it back up, but how are you feeling now?” rafe asks as you lay back on the bed, tired from the long day of shopping.

“totally fine now. i swear i walk into zara and feel like the girliest girly girl.” you giggle.

“look at you in all pink, of course you’re a girly girl.” rafe rolls his eyes, changing his shirt into a more comfortable tee before crawling into bed next to you.

“oh shush.” you swat at his chest before he pulls you into him, tangling your legs together.

rafe smiles at having you pressed against him, taking your hand in his as he plays with the rings stacked on your fingers. “look at your nails baby, even they are pink and sparkly.” he chuckles. “you should get blue for me next time.” “i can get a little letter r charm too.” you mumble, burrowing your face into rafes chest, knowing your nail girl is so talented and able to pull off any look you ask.

“holy shit, they do that?” rafes eyebrows raise, thinking he’s going to make incorporating his letter or name in all of your nails a rule from now on.

“mhm. i could get gems, pearls, anything.” you shrug, scratching your nails over the back of his hand.

“i learn so much being with you.” rafe says honestly.

“i learn so much being with you too, just most of it is about golf or sports.” you scrunch your nose up.

“golf is a sport!” rafe immediately argues, making you roll your eyes. “we are not doing this again!”

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testarossasosa · 3 months

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Testarossa's Velvet Carpet Set

Happy Saturday! First I'd like to say that I know it's been a while... as simmers, we sometimes encounter what I like to call "Sims Burnout." When you play nonstop for days, and then you don't touch the game for a bit.... sometimes months. 🥴 Anyways, this weekend I felt like playing, so here I am with some plush carpet!

I made these a while ago, but decided to make a couple extra colors before sharing. We have Powder Pink, Teal, Powder Blue, Mauve, Beige, Brown, Sculpted (I still have no idea what this design is called), and Navy Blue. Obviously, very vintage. However, in some ways making a comeback. (Says the person with mauve carpet in his house.)

I realize they have a weird stripe pattern going on, but honestly, if your sims have a lot of furniture in their home, it's hardly noticeable. I don't know if there's a photoshop trick to stop that, if you know of one by all means edit it to your liking.

With all that being said, here is the download link. Files have been compressed, let me know if there are any issues. Enjoy!

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mariaofdoranelle · 8 months

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Look at Us Now - ch. 18

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Warnings: very light nsfw?

Words: 2,6k

“Do my boobs look too big in this?”

Aelin snapped her head back to Lysandra, that question unexpected given the birthday party they were in. She was pretty sure her friend was only being that vocal because they were alone at the table, the kids letting loose nearby with the entertainer. “What?”

Lys showed her phone—the photoshop app, to be more precise—and insisted, “Do my boobs still look freakish?”

She rolled her eyes and analyzed the picture, zooming in Lys’ boobs. Lysandra Ennar, the only person Aelin knew that made her breasts look smaller with photoshop. “They look amazing, just as they do in person. Remind me why you use those apps again?”

“Aelin Galathynius, this is a judgment-free zone,” she chastised in a low tone, the poorly-concealed crinkle in her eyes giving away that her offense was nothing but a joke. “This is an illusion, just like that pink bikini you bought with me.”

She took a sip of her milkshake, squinting her eyes at Lys. That bikini did work as a real-life photoshop, pushing up what needed to be pushed up and hugging her body like it had been made exclusively for her body. Too bad Rowan was too busy ignoring her to notice.

“Leave the pink bikini out of it.”

“Fine.” Lysandra blocked her phone and left it with the screen facing the table. “But will you ever tell me what happened on that trip?”

“Nothing happened on the trip,” Aelin lied.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t,” Aelin said before busying her mouth with chocolate milkshake.

Lysandra gasped. “Did you guys do it?”

Aelin wrinkled her nose, disappointed with herself. “No.”

“Boo!” Her friend leaned back on her chair, wearing a vacant stare. “Don’t you miss it when people were just like, ‘Hey, wanna do it or not?’ and that was it?“

Aelin choked on her milkshake. “Are you talking about college?”

“What? No!” Lys chuckled, her eyes filled with mirth. “Like, thousands of years ago when everyone was gay and poly, and people drew themselves having big orgies in vases or something.”

Aelin threw her head back, laughing. “I think they were drawing because they didn’t have cameras, Lys.”

“Still.” Her friend’s eyes narrowed, not happy to have her theory debunked. “I doubt that Ancient Aelin would be in the same situation you’re now.”

She waved Lysandra off, mostly because a godsend server approached their table with more fries and mini hot-dogs. The amount of food at children’s parties made her resent adult ones a little. When did people decide that a bunch of different cheese is proper food?

She posted the picture after Lysandra edited it completely, but her mind was going a mile a minute.

Maybe Aelin should channel Ancient Aelin.

Not literally, but after so much talking and waiting and looking for clues, maybe she should just drop a blunt question and see how much of her relationship with Rowan was salvageable. If all that waiting was leaving them somewhere or not.

And after Aelin decided to put an end to this blind anticipation, it was like nothing existed besides her goal. Every person there wasn’t Rowan, the one she needed to talk to. Every stretch of time was too long before she found him. The space between this venue and his house felt twice as long.

“You’re antsy,” Lysandra said without taking her eyes off the phone.

“I’m watching the kids.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

Aelin frowned, her food tapping. “There’s this thing I have to do. Do you mind watching Maisie? I can pick her up at your place. Or you drop her at mine. I’ll owe you this one.”

Lysandra raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Are you making me babysit to get laid?”

“No.” Aelin felt her cheeks heating. It wasn’t a lie because she had no guarantee of getting laid, but it was part of her intention.

“Pity.” Lys picked on her nails, a nonchalant expression on her face. “Because Maisie’s a little terror, I’m only watching her for a good reason.”

“Fine,” she said through clenched teeth, resigned. “I need to see Rowan, but I’m not sure what’s gonna happen. Happy?”

“Very.” Her smile was nothing short of devilish. “Auntie Lys is happy to take over.”

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Turns out Maisie wasn’t excited about that. Instead, she decided to come with Aelin.

“We should play freeze tag,” her little girl said at the same time her phone pinged.

Aedion: who’s the chick you posted a pic with

“Not now, honey. What about some TV, and we play freeze tag later?” She suggested while typing.

Aelin: wouldn’t you like to know

Aedion: tell me

“No!” Maisie shouted inside the car. “The TV is there forever, I want to play with you and Daddy.”

Aelin held back a flinch. Even if their family was a lot closer these days, they still had separate lives. Playing all three together was a frequent occurrence now, but not enough for Maisie to discard the opportunity.

This was one of the things she was hoping to change today.

“What about the drums, Mais?”

She typed while waiting for her daughter’s response.

Aelin: she’s my soccer mom bestie

Aelin: we bond over motherhood and my cursed love life

“I do like my drums,” Maisie agreed in that stubborn way of hers, making Aelin fist pump inside her mind when her phone pinged again.

Aedion: can her husband fight

She snorted, affectionately rolling her eyes before opening Rowan’s garden gate. She wouldn’t give Aedion the satisfaction of knowing that her friend’s a single mom, especially since Lys is too good for her manwhore cousin.

After setting Maisie in the garage and making sure she was safe there, Aelin rounded the house towards the backyard and knocked on the kitchen’s back door.

It was an odd sight. Rowan’s kitchen was a mess, his sink overflowing with dirty dishes while the utensils were scrambled over the counter, looking no better than Maisie’s play kitchen. He was already leaving through the other door when he turned around and let her in.

“Hey.“ Rowan gave her a small smile. ”I heard Maisie’s drums and thought it was a ghost. The party’s over already?”

Indeed, the kid’s drums were loud and clear two rooms over. She wondered why Rowan’s parents bought the chaotic ones instead of the ones with headphones.

Aelin shook her head. Not the time to think about drums.

She took a step deeper inside the kitchen heart thrumming as his expectant eyes watched her.

“We need to talk.”

“We do,” he said before taking off his apron and hanging it near him, his movements stiff. “Do you want me to start?”

“I’ll do it.” She tapped the side of her head. “I’m ready.”

When she said it, Aelin didn’t know she was, in fact, not ready.

She watched his open—if not a little uneasy—face, recalling some rules of non-violent communication inside her head. They hadn’t needed to strictly follow it in a while, but Aelin didn’t want to risk it. She wasn’t above making a scandal, but she wanted to show Rowan that he didn’t need to hide. No matter what happened, they could still be civil. No need to run away from her or shout.

She opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come. Step 1: communicate everything that happened without blaming your partner. Since this conversation was a last-minute decision, she didn’t know how to explain everything that was happening, or even what part of the last six years to explain. She didn’t want to say a huge monologue and overwhelm his brain either.

Then she thought of step two. Telling how she felt.

Ever since they met? That whole bloody emotion wheel.

Rowan hadn’t said a word while she struggled to articulate hers, and the way he was struggling to not let her know he was struggling made her mind race even more. His face would look neutral, if it wasn’t for that mildly-veiled worry in his eyes, his lips pinched. His body would look composed, if it wasn’t for that tension in his shoulders, or the way he discreetly fiddled with his fingers, his feet silently jiggling.

Aelin cleared her throat. “I know this goes against what we learned in therapy about healthy relationships, and respecting your partner’s autonomy, and…” she trailed, then stopped and squared her shoulders. Her eyes were determined and intent on him. “I know you can do whatever you want. But, in this conversation, I’m not giving you an option where you don’t end up with me. Together. Romantically, to be loud and clear.”

Rowan blinked. One, two, too many times for her poor, agitated heart. Then he took a step back while letting out something that was between a shaky smile and a wheezy puff of breath… and gave his back to her.

Aelin’s limbs slackened as she watched him open an oven and retrieve a cake. Without even properly rejecting her.

She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, her heart aching from the weight of his rejection. All that effort, her blunt declaration. It was all in vain.

After placing the half-decorated chocolate cake—he never baked those. What’s going on?—in the counter, he ran to the living room and came back with a bouquet so big Aelin could barely see his face behind it. Kingsflower was the main feature of the bouquet.

Aelin took a step back, feeling like she's lost control of her own jaw. Her favorite cake and her favorite flowers.

Rowan tried to fix some edges of the unfinished chocolate frosting with a butter knife. Frowning at his incomplete work, he asked, “Have you ever felt like it’d be easier to die for someone than to hire a band and perform a cheesy love song for them?”

Her chuckle was watery, a little confused. “Why would you do that?”

“The whole story is a bit long, but I brainstormed a very extensive list with ways to convince you to be with me. Together. Romantically, to be loud and clear,” he replicated the last part of her inarticulate speech around a sheepish smile.

Aelin flung herself at him, her arms squeezing his middle and her forehead leaning against his collarbone when she whispered, “You never lost me, Rowan.”

“Yes, I did, and it was my fault.” His tone was just as low as he caressed Aelin’s hair against him. “I hurt you. I wasn’t there for you. I lost you.” His voice broke in the last sentence, his eyes glossy. ”I lost half of Maisie’s days too.”

“It’s on me, too.” Aelin stroked his cheek, small but reassuring. “There’s so many things I wish I’d done differently back then, but—“

“You can’t do the right choices when you’re not in the right state of mind,” Rowan quoted their therapist.

She gave him a weak smile. “Exactly.” She whispered, “I’m so sorry. For the delay, for every angry phone call, for—“

“Shh.” Rowan tangled his fingers on the back of her head, tilting her face to his as his gaze roamed over her face, searching. “I’m sorry too.”

Aelin licked her parted lips, eyes intent on Rowan’s as she felt her body temperature rise. He dipped his head, closing the distance—

“MOMMY!” Maisie screamed, shooting through the hallway as fast as a bullet. “GOTTA POO.”

Aelin startled, detangling herself from Rowan on instinct.

“Okay, honey,” she shouted, despite her breathlessness, after her daughter went to the bathroom that was right next to the kitchen. “Tell me when you’re done,”

Aelin laid her eyes on Rowan’s lips, distracted with the way his tongue licked them, and mumbled, “We must have from two to five minutes until she finishes.”

His lips closed to accommodate his snort. “Are you sure you want more kids?”

She swapped his chest, then left her hands there. God, those were nice to grope. “You’re not funny.”

“Not my strong suit, indeed.”

Without warning, Rowan pulled her face toward his, stopping for a second when the tip of their noses brushed to give her time to pull back. None of that. Aelin slid her hand to the back of his hair and pressed their lips together.

It was absolute heaven.

She opened up for him, letting his tongue in as he touched her face and hair with tender caresses. Aelin was already melting into his touch, but when she pushed her full body against his and grabbed a chunk of his hair, the mood shifted. Now, the way Rowan’s tongue massaged Aelin’s was as sinful as the way she pressed her full body against his.

Tasting her mouth like it was his, Rowan held her waist and hips like they were his lifeline. She took it was a cue to press herself against him until she left his cock bulging behind his pants, the friction making him hiss.

Rowan nipped her neck in retaliation, until it became a full ministration against her pulse point. Her moan against his ear was low, but enough to make him squeeze her waist harder. Aelin squirmed against him—

“Mom?” Maisie called from the bathroom.

Aelin took a step back, thanking Mala that Rowan looked a little amused by it, instead of annoyed like any other man would. “You done?” she shouted in Maisie’s direction.

“No.” A pause. “Have you ever had a clogged butt?”

Aelin grimaced. Not her favorite conversation topic while making out with her baby daddy for the first time in years. “Every now and then, Mais. Must run in the family, huh?”

“This sucks!”

“It never happens to me!” Rowan cut in. “My poop moves like my stomach’s a water slide because I eat green stuff that aren’t M&M’s.”

Her dad’s snark made Maisie groan. Loudly. Like a tiny teenager. “MOM! I need to unclog my butt.”

Aelin’s sigh against Rowan’s chest quickly became a chuckle. “I’ll be right back.”

He gave her a small kiss. “Go.”

“And when she left the house to meet the prince—“

“No!” Maisie shouted, interrupting her bedtime story. She was dragging her eyelids open, clearly struggling to stay awake. “She’ll meet with the witch.”

Aelin frowned. “Honey, the witch is evil. We have to run away from her, remember?”

She leaned on her elbow. “But the evil witch deserves love, too.”

“Fine,” Aelin said while Rowan put Maisie back into a sleeping position. He was never good at coming up with stories, so he just sat by their daughter’s bed while Aelin struggled to think of a tale Maisie liked. “And when she left the house to—“

“But why does she want to live with the prince? Her dad is nice.”

Aelin gave a strained smile, her patience wearing thin. “Because that’s what happens when you grow up, love. At some point, you’ll want to move out—“

“No.” Maisie crossed her arms, pouting. “We’ll live together forever, and travel together to all the places, because we’re friends and we love each other.”

That was enough to melt Aelin’s impatience. She grinned, pecking all over Maisie’s face and laying next to her in her bed. Rowan’s eyes were crinkled with joy next to them, but Aelin’s only focus was on making Maisie sleep.

“Okay, Maisy Daisy. You’re right about that.” Aelin caressed the girl’s pale blonde hair, not caring to explain that her opinion would change the second she became a teenager. Maisie started to let herself drift because of Aelin’s cuddles, they hugged until it was sure the little girl wouldn’t wake up anymore.

Aelin got up and rounded the bed until she was next to Rowan. She lightly scraped her nails against his shoulders and neck, making him shiver, and whispered, “Come on.”

Their day consisted of freeze tag, family meals, and clandestine kisses when Maisie couldn’t see. They would tell her when it felt right.

Rowan took a last peak at Maisie and adjusted her night lights, before sending Aelin a heated look that told her it was time to move to another bedroom.

When they stepped out of Maisie’s room and were out of earshot, Rowan threw Aelin against the hallway wall and captured her lips with his.

A/N: my main plot line ends here and now I’m just stretching things with lots of fluff and minor conflict just to keep things going. I’m emotional.

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div-divington · 4 months

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things Remedy could definitely sell in their Official Merch Store that would undoubtedly make them A Sum of Money (a very serious and extremely cost-friendly non-exhaustive list):

- Black mug with the Federal Bureau of Control's seal on it (either the simple, clean, modern all-white version or the full coloured version)

- plushies of The Former. they're cute and i like them.

- mini-fridge that looks like AI10-KE (the Arctic Queen)

- literally just normal stationary with FBC imagery attached. Lemme buy Pope's clipboard.

- Oceanview Motel & Casino keychain

- Inverted Black Pyramid keychain

- Replica posters for all the fun little posters in the Oldest House (Do as you're told! Don't eat the Mold!)

- Get a real actual wizard to curse a buncha rubber duckies so they actually follow buyers around and quack at them (may not be profitable depending on wizard rates)

- The hairclip Jesse gets when she finishes the base game

- just. That poster Ahti has on his office door. Of himself.

- Tiny Little Hotline

- hoodie with Bureau seal on it

- small high-detail statues of Jesse and other characters (Emily, Arish, Langston, Marshall, idk) in action poses (or just dynamic poses)

- a vinyl record featuring literally nothing but Langston's freestyle poetry/rap from AWE on loop (on both sides) (cover art should be a low-res PNG of Langston with 2013 MLG sunglasses Photoshopped poorly onto him and "Langston's Greatest Hits" written in hot pink Comic sans font)

There are also a buncha Alan Wake options too:

- Life-sized cutout of Alan complete with book-holding shelf

- book sleeves so you can dress any unrelated book up as a litany of Alan's literary wonders

- Oh Deer Diner mug

- More of those thermoses (I will eradicate the scalpers that bought them all within literally seconds of them being made available)

- all the Manuscript pages from all the Alan Wake games (including the tiny amount we hear him narrate in AWE) in either an FBC "CLASSIFIED" folder or a dirty envelope

- real gun

- any and all posters from any and all AW games. Like the ones advertising Tom Zane's movies, or the ones telling you to celebrate Deerfest or the ones telling you to visit Coffee World

- plushie of Mayor Setter :)

- plushie of the Coffee World mascot (make it do the terrifying laugh when you squeeze its hand too)

- Barry Wheeler desk statue where the headlamp and Christmas lights light up

- "Not The Worst Mom" mug (PLEASE)

- deer masks

- anatomically accurate Taken-Nightingale statue with removable heart (show me the terror)

- just a framed print out of Alex Casey giving us the Look he always does

- Dr. Hartman's "The Creator's Dilemma" book sleeve so we can bask in his smug smile

- official Alan Wake branded flashlights

- Saga's sweater/sweaters?

- for $3000 Sam Lake just personally shows up at your house and sends you to the Dark Place

feel free to add more

#yet to play Quantum Break or any Max Payne game so #no suggestions for them tragically #remedy games #remedy entertainment #control game #control 2019 #alan wake #alan wake 2 #sam lake #hire me remedy #i have so many great ideas

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streaminn · 1 year

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(I read the bit about Wenclair being apart so they could grow separately and healthily, and some creative liberties later, you get this!)

Wednesday knows this is her home.

But is it?

This is the building she agreed to live in with Enid, this is the land she agreed to grow flower beds and vegetables and fruit trees and memories on.

But can she call this her home?

Enid's lived here. Enid's brought over friends, family, the occasional stray so she can get it to the shelter the next morning because she's too empathetic to others plight, even the plight of animals. Enid picked out the furniture and pictures and color scheme. Enid decided what went where, decided the couch would be close to the window because she loves sitting in the sun while drinking her morning tea-

(an apple-citrus mix, 2 teaspoons of real sugar, cooled just enough that the warmth seeps through the ceramic of her mug and heats her hands. Wednesday got her that mug, a dog with a poorly photoshopped cat ear headband on it. Wednesday got it for her.)

-Enid decided to make a little room for her streams, in the far back of the house, far from the bedroom. 'So when you get back, you can sleep nice and cozy in case I'm streaming. I wouldn't want to wake you.' She'd said in a letter. Hand-written and lovingly stamped with a wax seal, shaped like a sun and moon.

Enid's asleep when Wednesday walks in. It's late; Enid's supposed to pick her up from the airport in 3 days but there was a cancelation on an earlier flight and Wednesday paid top dollar to get it. It was supposed to be a nice surprise for Enid: she didn't need to get up so early to get Wednesday, and she gets to sleep in.

But now that Wednesday's in Enid's house?

She feels like an intruder. An intruder in what was supposed to be their home.

She can't get mad at Enid. She can't. She couldn't be mad at Enid if Enid set all of Wednesday's possessions on fire. She'd kiss Enid's hand (big, strong, warm hand) and tell her wife that her luggage was rather heavy.

She can't be so cruel as to be mad at her wife for making decisions without her when she wasn't part of the picture.

There's a picture of them above the fireplace. The two of them smiling, their wedding.

She grabs the frame. Turns it over. There's writing on the back. Wednesday wrote it.

'To my most ineffable Enid, whom has me, mind, body, and soul. My heart beats for you, and my hand writes this for you. My lover. -Wednesday Addams.'

Is this even real anymore? She meant it- means it still.

But would Enid?

Enid grins so big in the picture. Wednesday wears a dark suit, a bright hydrangea pinned over her heart. It's pink and blue. Enid's in a revoltingly hot pink dress that reflected the lights of the wedding venue. There's a black satin petunia over her heart.

Does Enid feel the same anymore?

What if Enid fell out of love, fell in love with someone else? Someone better, more emotionally vulnerable and open and expressive?

What if Enid lied in her letters? Tried so hard to convince them both that they were in love, that she meant when she said she'd never leave Wednesday, through sickness and health. Through dark, thundering storm clouds and blinding bright sun?

What if Enid feels trapped, like she can't leave Wednesday? Wednesday has a reputation- what if Enid doesn't feel safe leaving?

There's a bang behind her, and some sad, scared part of Wednesday hopes it's the gun of another intruder of this home killing her. Hopefully they'd break over taking someone's life and leave Enid be.

When she feels powerful, warm arms ensnare her, she knows whatever gods there might be aren't taking mercy on her.

"Willa!"

There's arms around her and she's pressed against a strong, sturdy body.

There's a kiss to her cheek, and a hand on her belly and a hand turning her head for eye contact an-

"Wednesday- why are you back early? I mean, I am so happy- but why? You're flight wasn't for a few more da-"

Enid sees her tears, her holding of the framed photo that their both in, her scared, mourning face- mourning the home and marriage she shouldn't be privy to anymore because Enid's moved on without her, and she can't be blamed for that- Wednesday can't blame her. It was her choice to agree to leave, Enid said she needed to because Enid wouldn't have the strength to say no to her if she stayed.

What if that was a test? Enid trying to get her used to solitude again so it wouldn't hurt as bad when Wednesday received divorce papers?

"Willa, Willa hey- hey- got ya, I have you sweetheart." A kiss on her forehead.

"What's wrong, darlin'? Did i scare you? 'M sorry."

Enid's voice is rough with sleep. She's warmer than before. Maybe the blankets of her bed warmed her up.

Maybe she got naturally warmer and Wednesday wasn't there to bare witness to it.

"I'm so sorry." What else can she say?

"Are we getting divorced?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Did you find another?"

"Why?" It's Enid talking now. With her deep voice. Is deep the right word?

Her voice isn't thundering skies or roughed with gravel. It's soft. Smooth. A campfire: warm and bright and so dangerous and so healing all the same.

Enid's a living fire.

What if Wednesday's departure killed her flame?

"Why are you sorry, Wednesday?"

"I left you." She looks into the empty fire place. No logs. No ash. Nothing. Enid must've cleaned it so there wouldn't be soot in the air when Wednesday got home.

When Wednesday entered a building she didn't belong in.

"I left you and you lied about missing me in your letters and you found someone else- better, someone who was there for you when you needed- and- and- damn- I'm an intruder in your home and you're divorcing me and I should go-"

"No."

"En-"

"No."

Enid pulls her back into her lap when she tries to stand up. The frame is still in her hands.

"I love you, Wednesday Addams. I didn’t find another lover. I didn’t divorce you, I don't ever plan on divorcing you. I have not once lied in those letters, and I meant every pen-stroke of the declarations of love I put in them."

Enid's so big Wednesday can't wrap her arms around her. Not all the way.

Enid pushes her back ever so slightly, enough that those beautifully soft, warm hands can hold her face. Hold her face like she's something to be desired. Protected. Cherished.

Wanted.

With the carefulness of a painter adding the final touches to their magnum opus, Enid takes the frame out of her hands. Sits it on the ground.

"I am not leaving you. What brought this on?"

Wednesday wants to scream, childishly. She wants to scream and yell and throws thing because Enid isn't allowed to act like Wednesday didn't leave her alone and act like Wednesday is still deserving of Enid's forgiveness and warmth and love.

"I didn't pick any furniture."

Enid stares for a moment. If Wednesday wasn't tear stricken, she has no doubt Enid would tease her. Fondly, of course.

"Is that bad?..."

"No, I- no. But I didn't make memories here- you did. You have lived and grown in this house, the couch has worn-spots from you moving on it, the doorframe of the entrance has marks from you nailing up that stupid welcome sign- I wasn't here. I didn’t get to see these memories being made during a critical time of our lives, and I'm- I'm."

She feels her muscles tighten and constrict and she's a bowstring- ready to snap and fire and hurt someone.

"Easy," Enid whispers, "I'm here, I'm not leaving. And neither are you."

Enid kisses her again. On the lips this time. Her lips are rough and bitten; a bad habit she's had since Nevermore.

She takes the frame from the ground carefully.

"Give me a moment."

She watches as Enid pops the back of the frame open. Beautiful, hand-cut stone still just as strong and firm as the day it was made.

Enid takes a receipt out first. Sits it aside. Wednesday picks it up and reads it, if only to distract herself.

"Ajax's stone cutting!"

230.57

"Thanks Ajax! :) -Enid"

"Thank you, Ajax. Truly. -Wednesday."

"Here," Enid hands her paper. "I was gonna show when you got home -and yes, this is your home too- but I think now is more important. Though, you totally ruined my surprise! I went and got red wine and strawberry ice-cream in the freezer to celebrate you coming home!"

Enid's tone is full of fake hurt. It's calming to know she's barely changed.

Wednesday likes red wine. Reminds her of blood and Enid's scars. She used to love Belladonna berries. Black, deadly berries are perfect for her.

Now, strawberries and blueberries are her favorite.

She opens the paper.

"Wednesday, you mean more to me than anything. I know we bicker and we've had fights, but I think- I was right when I said you just needed someone to listen to you. You just needed someone to look past the knives and murder and threats and see the beautiful, incredibly caring person you are. You almost cried when Eugene almost died, you were so hurt when I left to room with Yoko, you let me hug you and hugged me after everything. Part of me hates that you don't show that care to anyone else (except Eugene, you both know you'd give up a grudge for him) but part of me, a selfish, needy part, loves that you only let me see it. Sometimes, when you're threatening someone and I see their fear, I smile because they didn't get to see you take care of me when I got sick, when that depressive episode hit me during 2nd year, when I hated myself and was figuring myself out. I'm not good with words like you are. I wish I was. But, honestly? It doesn't matter. What good are words when you're indescribable? I would follow you off cliffs and the beaten path and into dark, spooky and kooky caves. Full of bats, spiders, bugs, and whatever other creepy crawlies are in caves. I'm sure you know them by heart.

I love you Wednesday Addams, and I'm sorry words aren't good enough to show my love the way I want.

-Enid Addams.

(P.S. maybe not spiders. I love you a lot but ewwww! :() <-(isa duck!!!))"

"Enid..."

"This is my home." Enid presses a finger to Wednesday's heart, claws retracted.

"I would follow you into the sun, and I'd follow you into the forest, and on stage, and into little mom-and-pop shops that know how to fix your typewriter."

Enid takes her hand sweetly, presses an even sweeter kiss to her pulse point of her wrist. Her knuckles.

"I love you. I loved you in Nevermore, I loved you separated by miles, and I love you as you sit in my lap. I. Love. You."

Wednesday stares at the paper again. It's probably the first time in her life Enid's used proper punctuation. Mostly. She doubts duck emoticons written by hand count as proper.

"I love you as well. Always."

"Good, 'cuz you can't get rid of me."

"I would never want to."

Enid grins, challenged.

""Never"? What if i ate all your ice-cream?"

"I'd bury you alive in a ditch."

"Wow. Really feelin' the love here, honey."

Wednesday kisses her nose.

She's in their home. With her wife. In their living room. With her wife.

"Now, can we pretty please go to bed? I'm tried and half naked and you're not warm not all and I'd prefer to not freeze my ass off."

"Hmmm. That would be a shame. It is a lovely ass."

"Hey! My eyes are up here!" Enid huffs.

"Good to know," Wednesday circles Enid playfully, a moment of silliness, "unfortunately, I'm admiring your ass."

"Willa!"

It's only in the morning, well rested for the first time in years, does it hit Wednesday how lucky she is.

Enid's asleep beside her, face glowing in the sunlight that peeks from dark curtains, drooling on her pillow. Her hand is over Wednesday's body, wedding ring reflective like Enid's wedding dress.

Enid's body warmth has even Wednesday's chilly skin heated.

She kisses Enid's beautiful face. Her nose scrunchs up adorably.

This is her home. Enid is her home.

She agrees with Enid.

She'd follow Enid into stores and shop for bright pink clothing, and follow her into loud conventions for games she doesn't care about but Enid does so she does too, and follow her on stages for the world to see her love burn likes the stars, and she'd follow Enid to bed they share in the home they share on the land they share.

Wednesday wasn't there to watch Enid rub spots into the couch from her moving, she wasn't there to watch Enid fall to put a nail into the doorway for her stupid wrlcome sign 17 times in a row.

But Wednesday will be there to watch Enid stub her toe and dramatically complain for a day and half, she'll be there to help Enid grow watermelons and apples and citrus for snacks and tea and health, she'll be there to watch Enid cry over K-dramas and listen to how that makes no sense, those two are soulmates and-

Wednesday will be there for it all.

She will.

She kisses Enid's cheek to rouse her.

It's a new day.

(This got so much longer than I intended. Hope you enjoy!)

I'M GONNA CRY, LEMME PLAY UP SOME MUSIC AND WRITE ENID'S POV SOMETIMES AFTER THIS BC ANON THIS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH WTF

You're gonna make me write the streamer Enid au with this shit oml, it's beautiful and I love it so much

Endespair doesn't stream for two months, chat notes.

There's a ruckus in the discord and like children missing their parent, they screamed into the abyss for attention. They didn't receive it and so they sucked it up like adults and just wondered if the realization of not dating esteemed author Wednesday Addams is too much and she died.

Pssshaw! Funny joke deeznuts240!

....

Okay but hopefully not, their streamer isn't that weak willed right?

It isn't unusual for the werewolf to drop off the face of the earth at times but dammit they had a routine! She streams everyday, they offer money and support.

Sure she leaves for a day or three, maybe a week but not two months. Can you really blame the community for buzzing in apprehension and dread the moment the third week passed with no notice?

The world isn't that dangerous for outcasts nowadays right? some mutter. She better have a good reason! Some cry. If she comes back with an injury istg I'm dropping all my savings, one sobs.

Woah pump the breaks, another chimes.

Yknow Enid doesn't like that! And the others agree with those words. I'm sure she just fell into hibernation or smth

Do werewolves even go through hibernation? One wonders. It's legit early spring smth, way too early even so

Most shrug. Idfk but it's endespair, she's wack as hell

Chat tumbles into a whole discourse on whether or not werewolves hibernate or if it's an endespair thing. Meanwhile, Yoko who has been watching the whole thing shakes her head.

"this is your community, Enid?" she mutters, before huffing out a smile when a notif for another hundred gifted pops up. "atleast we know they can support you if you ever go broke."

Safe to say when Enid streams again a day later, chat is furious. Well, as furious as a pack of puppies can be atleast.

They're a clingy bunch, this chat and Enid has never been greatful she got a wholesome albeit teasing community. Sure she got shot with her own loaded nerf gun that she forgot existed but it's all fun and games.

There's cries of finally back with the milk!! Oml she's ALIVE!?? Ldespair left us all aloneeee :(

Spams of L litter chat and Enid's laugh makes it pause for a moment. Man, even if they don't outright say it they did miss their streamer. Horrible fashion sense and all.

She feels different, some realize. Her eye bags are gone and she looks like she's glowing. Not literally of course but through vibes alone.

A chime of someone donating ten thousand has Enid sputtering out her drink. It spoke, uncaring off the heaving mess it left the streamer behind.

"Endespair did you hear that lycoan curse is getting adapted!?"

It's no wonder chat grapples onto that announcement immediately because while they're Endespair fans first, they were Viper stans second. Clammor comes, throwing opinions and joy that it has Enid leaning back and reading.

Then a message pops into her screen and Enid's cup hides the smile that grows.

Willamarryme?

> I didn't expect them to miss you this much. It's reminding me of a pack of dogs

^ certainly loyal like them too if your bank statements say anything

Eneedyou <3

> would totes leave for another month if this is how welcoming they are

> also PASSIVE INCOME BABEYY

Willamarryme?

> you're incorrigible

> what would your pack think if they knew you were saying such things?

Eneedyou <3

> always said I'd throw everything away just to spend time with you :)

^ not my fault I keep my word😜

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Joking aside, Enid makes it a community stream and plays games with chat

Enid's two month hiatus is just her and Wednesday going into a routine and them overall having fluffy slice of life, domestic vibes bc they are married and they deserve such peace :)

Also to the anon who writes this pls tag yourself or if you're willing, I'll name you writer anon bc YOU DESERVE IT FPR ALL THIS EFFORT IT'S SO GOOD HOLY SHIT

#streamer enid au #wenclair #enid sinclair #writing #Wednesday addams

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 months

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Geez, Louise. I really don't know what to say about this 1988 house in Redding, California. 5bds, 4ba, $849K. Well, I will say it's a lot of house for under $1M. If you like something different and very unique, this is it.

The main hall/great room kind of reminds me of a mall. Built-ins, doorways, mezzanines and bars.

These newel post boxes look so homemade. Are they made of plywood?

Here's the huge kitchen. The whole house is very outdated.

Oh, I hate when they take the stove. Very tacky. If you have to take it, at least replace it.

Aw, man, they took the fridge and microwave, too.

And, they took the washer & dryer. Damn! I wouldn't buy the house. All the appliances have to be replaced.

Ornate gold wrought iron on the mezzanine, more built-ins and up & down stairs.

I can't even tell what these rooms are.

What is this thing? Is it a hot tub?

There's a lot of carpet in the house and it looks new. I don't know what this room is, either. Greek columns and a rustic bar.

Another bar and columns. I'm so confused.

The realtor has helpfully photoshopped a dining room set here to let us know that this is the dining room.

Looks like a bedroom.

Well, everything's original in here- a pink bath.

And, a blue bath.

Plus another pink one. Those white toilets are ruining the whole look.

Bedroom with an en-suite has a weird view.

You can never have enough bars. This is like a sun room or rec room.

That's really the first fireplace I've seen in the house.

The wet bar.

There's a pool across the "road" out front.

And, there's a large patio in the back.

Plus a footbridge over a water feature.

Large industrial looking 4 car garage.

There's also a barn with an area for animals.

The 3.40 acre lot is surrounded by spiky tall trees.

#unusual houses #unique homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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intermundia · 1 year

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i've done some work on the house over the past few weeks!! it's been a lot of reorganizing and cleaning, and it's all shaping up nicely imho! the first project was opening up the den so that i could do yoga in there without worrying i'm going to kick something lol

then i set up a drawing station and my old keyboard, trying to push myself to do hobbies that help my mental health haha. i also organized my closet by color which helps to feel in control of my life haha, i like order very much and find it peaceful lol

the plants in the living room have been happier since i figured out how much light they actually need. the cats usually spend the morning in here, as it faces east and there's lots of sun. the stuffed lion is named mufasa and i won him in a raffle when i was six lol.

i collected all my pink art and put it in the map hallway, and got a lotr shower curtain to make the hallway bathroom fit in with the map theme when the door is open haha. it's difficult to see on the wall but my friend in college photoshopped circe's head onto everyone in the school of athens lmao

and then my bedroom library is much the same except the pile of to-read books and articles only seems to grow haha

that's it i think! the actual art studio where i paint is a mess so i don't want to post it lmao and the kitchen of course with the marbled stools but i posted about them before. im just proud tho it's been lots of work and finally all the traces of my ex are gone and it's all coming together!

oh, and this is what it looked like outside this morning! i love living here so much, it's so quiet

#long post #personal #it's nice here #my house is kind of coextensive with my brain #so when it's clean i can think clearly #when it's messy i'm in a fog #i'm like a sim sensitive to my environment score lol #anyway it's been a project and a half but i'm getting there

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cqsuanla · 3 months

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My little fucked up OCs which started as a dark nat au LMAO here’s another. Expect me to disappear again 😘

Tw: violence, hints of stockholm syndrome, cigs

“Hi.”

You rouse, blinking up at the static your punisher calls constellations.

She leans over you like an eclipse and waves a tightly bound bundle of grapes over you. “Hungry?”

You clear your throat with a nod. “Y-Yeah. Thirsty too.”

A happy hum. She conjures up a vase of water from somewhere. “Open up, honey.”

You do so, but not without a quick glance downward to the sword wedged between your rib cage. Yep. Still there.

She feeds you with an almost adorable amount of concentration. Adorable were it not for the fact that she had impaled you on some piece of shit antique and left you to rot for a day.

“Can I-” She shoves a grape between your teeth and you dutifully chew and swallow before beginning again: “Can I go home now?”

Home being anywhere but here. The big ugly house she lives in and, you suppose, also you now. Or—a pipe dream, really—home in the distant, clouded lands of your maker. Tabletops full of power tools, blue-papered designs you can’t even fathom. The smell of life and movement, and a view of spilled light, pinpricks of stars. Oh, stars.

You glare up at the static.

She winces at that, cricking her head back in an unnatural way. “Still not right? Damn. What about now?”

The sky suddenly sharpens up as if she had clicked the Smart Sharpen button in Photoshop. “Forget it. Take the fucking sword out.”

Now, she pouts.

“Sorry,” you say automatically, clenching your eyes shut. You feel like you’re made of wax. Maybe you are. Maybe she did that while you were asleep.

A cold hand cards through your hair, nails scraping pleasantly at your scalp. “Forgiven,” she sings mildly—it is quite literally music to your ears. She thinks she’s funny for things like that. “I’ll take you home in a couple more hours. How about that?”

“Hasn’t he seen enough?” And you will freely admit you’re beginning to sound desperate. You can’t even feel the sword. You’re really just going a little stir crazy. “Isn’t this punishment enough?”

She slants you a look. The whole point of this shit is that it’s never goddamn enough. She’s said this to you countless times and you never seem to get it.

“Could I have a smoke, at least?” you finally grumble out.

A long, thin line of tobacco wrapped in delicate pink paper. Blueish smoke spirals away from the tip.

“Come on,” you groan, “enough of this old timey shit.”

And you’re registering the stinging pain of it before realizing she’s slapped you across the face. Then, the agony. The searing red-white-blacking out pain of a sword jammed into your chest. You scream, sweat beading out your pores, limbs locking up in a shock.

It dies as quickly as it came and you feel a small part of you dislodge and follow that pain to the eternal nothing. You wish the whole of you could go. You wish nothing of yours would ever touch those final gates, peering up at the blank eyes above. The glassy eyes above. Something hot splashes across your cheek.

“It’s all I know,” she whispers angrily. Embarrassed. The smoke has been bent, paper jutting out smoothly and impossibly around the corner to patch it up. “It must be enough for you.”

You sigh through ragged lungs. “Okay. Just. Fuck, imagine it shorter and, like, this- this thick.” You hold apart your thumb and forefinger. “The paper is white except the filter, which is orange. No holder-thing, please.”

The cigarette transforms accordingly as you instruct it. The little piece of metal she typically uses to grip her smokes dissipates in a mist. She hands you the lit cigarette and straightens up, conjuring up her own to match.

There’s the sensation of muted horror echoing in some part of your mind as you watch her lean on the hilt of your sword. It slices further into the left side of your chest and more blood lurches out. You puff at your smoke, glaring daggers at your own predicament.

“Yum,” she says after a while. Eagerly, she produces another cigarette. “Want another?”

You give her a shaky thumbs up, spitting the butt out from the corner of your mouth.

She puts her cigarette out between your collar bones where a small, red pool has formed. You hear the sizzle, though you don’t feel it. She relights and sticks it in your mouth.

“All right, then,” she says, kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit.” And she leaves, pixels above you blurring at the edges as her mind wanders away.

#mw #exciting stuff but I’m getting tested today so I can start HRT🥺🥺

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midorisudachi · 10 months

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"The Herald of Andraste"

So, have I told you how much I love the Dragon Age series, especially Dragon Age Inquisition? I adore it dearly...to me, it is one of the best games ever made (besides Skyrim and Witcher 3). The details & environments are gorgeous; I could run around forever just admiring the different sceneries/climates. Also, the interactions in the DA games are just the best, and I love how you can create relationships. I recently beat DAI for the 2nd time a couple of weeks ago. I'm always sad when I finish a game, especially one I thoroughly enjoyed. Do you feel that way, too?

My OC for DAI was the female human warrior, from House Trevelyan. I named her Bryony. I always try to make the characters look similar to myself, but I've got such odd features that I can never create a character that looks like *ME*. Of course I had to make Bryony go for Cullen. Cullen is so dreamy. He's hot for a video game character. ;-D I did make Bryony go for Dorian until it was discovered Dorian was gay! (So tempting to create a male character to get the relationship with Dorian. :3 ) But I adored the relationship between Bryony & Cullen. The 2nd time I played the game, I actually had all the DLCs, which are amazing additions to the game and overall storyline. I was stoked when Byrony got to marry Cullen. Made my fangirl self feel tickled to death.

The armour Bryony is wearing is a "heavy armor" schematic I crafted using Stormheart. Stormheart makes for pretty armour with the iridescent blue-pink-purple colours. The sword was a "Strong Brutal Claymore" schematic I used, also with Stormheart, equipped with the "Superb Corrupting Rune". I couldn't figure out how to make that effect as I drew it (it looked more like flames than the actual effect), so I actually "cheated" by using a smoke brush in Photoshop Elements to add to the sword. I drew this entire fan art before I equipped Bryony with that badass "Armour of the Dragon Hunter" (obtained from the Jaws of Hakkon DLC) and the Sulevin Blade.

Every other Monday [starting from today], I will be posting this specific kind of DAI fan art until I finish all 10 playable characters, which means it will be a countdown until Dragon Age Day (December 4th)!

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens, then coloured in with a mix of Copic Markers & Ohuhu Markers. White accents were done with a gel pen. The Inquisiton symbol, stars, dots, & blooms on the trees were done with a gold Golden Paint acrylics, but the scanner killed the gold and it looks "flat" (in real life, the drawing looks awesome with the super metallic gold). Font done in Photoshop Elements.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da inquisition #da inquisitor #dragon age inquistor #dragon age inquisitor fanart #dragon age inquistion fan art #bioware #electronic arts #countdown to dragon age day #inquisitor trevelyan #herald of andraste #dragon age embrium #my fanart #traditional art #copic markers #ohuhu markers #dragon age fan art #dragon age fanart

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strawberry-spiderwebs · 2 months

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COLOR: COLOR AS BRAND AS MEME

Here are all of the color swatches I named! I photoshopped the colors onto Pantone swatches and added the classmates’ swatch assignments I got the colors from on the bottom right of each. I didn’t make a meme for “Saltburn’s Bathwater” because the name is the meme. I also didn’t include the title of the color for the “There’s Definitely A Map In My Bag” meme because I thought it would actually detract from the joke, as the joke is about the color itself and has not much to do with the name, as the name was another way of making the same joke.

This one’s a video,

Please watch with volume.

Someone somewhere used AI Technology (eww) to mimic Taylor Swift’s voice singing a fake song about her boyfriend, Travis Kelce. I’m a goth girl to my core but I’m also a major swiftie. This audio has been stuck in my head for days.

Always this color. I guess it’s the turkey I feed them.

No variety.

I have too many pairs of grippy socks and a big hatred for Florida law.

The moment a man finds out you like a genre outside of rock:

I used the black color because that’s the color of most band T-shirts. It’s the female experience to be stopped by a man and then interrogated about whether you’re a fake fan just for wearing a band T-shirt (it’s a trick—they’ll never believe women can have hobbies <3)

Yeah I hate this and it’s happened way too often. Every time I eat chocolate i’m like … i’m gonna go wash my hands just in case.

Dude, like, one shade less of blue and this would be a pretty pink. Might not look bad on the projector but I assure you most women would agree. This is a man’s idea of a nice pink!!

Kim Possible’s pants are a gay clothing staple.

If I see one more mid century salvageable piece get painted gray I might just have to get involved. Or if I walk into one more “modern” house owned by a couple that “loves modernity” and “interior design.”

I mean, yeah.

#colorasbrandasmeme #meme #memes #colormemes #color

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katieqnmr · 16 days

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february and everything after

Post-production for me consisted of colour grading, finding a piece of music for Peer to use diagetically (because I wanted to) and creating a title card/credits.

Colour grading: the longest process - I am not a colour grader. I am lucky I know how to use photoshop because I would honestly be lost without that knowledge! I did the absolute best I could. I’ve talked with Eva about how we probably need much more attention out on how to colour grade, or it should possibly be done out of house altogether. The idea that I could ruin the shots I’ve carefully prepared and lit just by not knowing what I’m doing is very scary! During shooting, Eva, Alex and I noticed a weird red tint on some of the shots, particularly when we stacked ND filters. I assured myself that I could fix this in post, because there really wasn't anything else we could do. We tried to offset it in camera, but generally it wouldn't leave! I found that doing a Node Tree where the 1st node was for Lift Gamma and Gain (as Paul thankfully advised me!) which I labelled LGG was a really good first step. Once the levels were correct (and I had ensured I was working in the correct colour space), I was able to start correcting issues, namely the red tint. I think in almost all the scenes I was able to eliminate it or work around it, especially scene 8 I think worked well. For scene 8 I layered various tints, making a 2nd node for a greener Lift, and the creating a 3rd node to bring the warmth back in the Gamma and Gain. This went a long way to adding depth and removing the dreaded red tint. I also did some selective masking for example on Harry’s jacket which had partly turned maroon. But I was able to make it blue/black again with the colour dropper mask and some blurring. I did this for any issue that had specific areas to change, another one was the white plastic bag in the loch. (Though that is the one I’m least happy with). Generally I kept up this process of LGG node and then multiple layers pushing green and then yellows and reds in layers until the shots had much more depth to them.

But in scene 11 (the last one) the red tint made the shore look distinctly meat-like, while the Jo's skin (especially) was also reddish-pink, so I couldn't change it. I tried to mask it but it looked even more obvious that something strange was happening. I managed to mask the reverse shot on Phoebe thankfully, but alas the whole thing is more pink than I wanted.

Generally I think I did well. I have to say I am curious about what a professional colour-grader would be able to do with it!

Song for Scene 4

We needed a different piece of music from scene 3 to 4, to show a change of time, and perhaps mood. Arina Brovanova (angel) had scored just one diagetic song to be used for this, so we needed another! (Though hers was great and is in scene 3). I had been thinking about how sometimes the most tense/best atmosphere creation with music comes from juxtaposition and the irony of using a happy song whilst such a tense scene was unfolding seemed like it might work really well. I remembered a song I had helped my friend Charis produce (that she wrote and composed, and I did harmonies for her and our friend Ben did some guitar on) called 'in your arms', which was a very feel-good song about vulnerability and happiness within that. It's a very sweet song but in this scene it ramps up the tension and I think it works really well! Peer and Orla happily agreed :)

Title card

I have been making film titles since 1st year, and all throughout my time at Napier. I love animation and typography, so I always opt to make titles when I can. For Saint Catherines, Orla and I thought combining the wave sounds you hear at the end with a water animation might be nice, so I animated a wave washing the title away (thanks Orla!).

#saintcatherines #gradfilm #title

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