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The Raven Queen
#dnd art#matron of ravens#raven queen#raddest of the gods#dnd gods#dnd stuff#d&d oc#tried stained glass aesthetic for the first time#my friend's dnd campaign is very cool
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hey, look, I managed to draw something
danger noodle/medusa
(with Lando being the biggest danger noodle in the picture)
inspired by Mr. Norris' Vegas helmet
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#ln4#mclaren f1#f1 art#my art#pls ignore singapore/japan suit#tried to change it to the vegas one but it just looks better like this#ref photo i think is quite obvious lol#ever since i saw it i knew i want to draw it#as for the title... thought of something more serious#but snek memes won#also the whole thing turned out way more dramatic than i intended it to??#not counting secret santa stuff it's the first drawing i post in almost 2 years#time flies huh?#not quite satisfied with shading but it goes well with the stained glass aesthetic i think#and yes hair were supposed to be like this#wanted to make it bit like mucha - turned out... not very mucha but okay nevertheless??
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Maroon
Songfic Idea from the Song Maroon by Taylor Swift...(Because it just fit my aesthetic way too much) If you haven't heard it, find it on Youtube! (Also, this is purely self-indulgent, if you enjoy great! If not, don't like it XD My other fanfic will be updated soon, and it will move over to AO3! Hope to see you there!)
Summary - It wasn't supposed to be this way...but here we are, and the color made her want more.
It had begun innocently enough. A song to listen to. Talking about the hotel, or maybe even talking about the redemption of other sinners.
What led from innocent talks to hour-long debates, Charlie remembers at some point listening to the stories of his "old days" with a mixture of fear and awe. He was pretty entertaining on his own. She enjoyed the old vinyl records of songs that he would play over the radio and would take care of them like they were her own, cleaning and dusting the things that he didn't even let Nifty touch, and he loved to show her more of the jazzy tunes that he had.
One day, Charlie's fights were unbearable with Vaggie, so she took a whole bottle of Rosé up at first to drink away the sorrows in her own room, that was until she ended up in his bedroom...and somehow sitting on the edge of the couch in his room, somehow her feet had ended up in his lap as he tapped her shin absentmindedly as a jazzy tune played, and he'd talk about another silly thing or a murder from his days alive, which she would try to tear apart the wrongs of it and he'd just call her sweet.
Charlie took a moment to realize that they had somehow ended up on the floor and giggled as she wondered how they got there in the first place. Alastor waved the bottle as she laughed out loud, "It was the cheapest one I could find..."
Alastor gently filled her glass, "Well dear, I do think he isn't buying the majority of the liquor around here anyways..."
It was the first of many more nights. It took her mind off responsibilities and allowed her to be close to one of the people she felt the farthest from. Another night, he had swept her right up into a dance, her giggling at the fact her shoes had fallen off at some point, and their drinks had been spilled, her white shirt having a stain from the wine that he had spilled in their shenanigans.
Charlie had hummed soft laughter as she tried to dab it with a cloth. It was right near her collar, staining it and her neck, "Shit, Al. This isn't going to come out..."
Alastor touched her collar, the sharp finger gently coming to unbutton a part of the shirt, where more of the wine had spilled.
Charlie doesn't realize at that moment that the wine on her shirt has changed things, as Alastor watches her face a moment before leaning in to lick at her neck. Her skin flushes everywhere, and Alastor almost seems like he enjoys it as her skin becomes redder as his lips trail up to her own...
Days become weeks of this. Nights of music listening and talking and dancing become nights of lips and tongues and touches. She spends whole maroon nights in his room to leave early morning, marks being left on her neck and collarbone having to be hidden the best it can during the day. She cannot see him around the hotel, or her skin flushes the same color it does every night. Vaggie realizes that Charlie is no longer into their relationship, and they decide that maybe it's time to end it on a good note...instead of a hazy mess of sobbing and just nothing but anger.
At least, Vaggie thinks so. Charlie feels horrible lying to her, but, she had lied to her for THREE YEARS about who she really was. Alastor had agreed when she mentioned it, but she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, as his fingers were leaving trails on her thighs, maroon blood from the marks he left on her flesh. She'd realize that any memory of her was second to the legacy of him over her. Besides, her favorite color may have always been the same color of her blood and his coat.
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Babylon Rises
What Comes Before-An Introduction
Sleep had never been Nesta's friend.
Lavender oil, chamomile tea, yoga, melatonin- pretty promises that she'd land within the Sandman's grasp. Like the desperate do she tried them all and watched them fail. Her new nightime routine a pilates princess' wet dream, mood lighting and steaming mugs of flower water and the gentle stretching of aching muscles, was aesthetically pleasing and utterly useless.
***
In her youth it had seemed like a superpower.
She did not bow to the night.
Her resistance to rest had been useful when cramming for finals, turning pages in the wee hours in the Aberaes wing, Redbull night shakes entirely unnecessary. It had carried her through college and the early trials of corporate law.
In those hazy days of young adulthood, dancing to club music into the wee hours, glitter dusting her skin and coke her nose, it felt like being invincible. Frenzied messy fucking one hour, dabbing Velvet Teddy on her lips on the corporate commute the next.
Stilettos sharp, mind sharper- Nesta fucking Archeron.
***
But as 35 came and went, marked by middling sushi and excellent company, the creeping fear began.
"You know Nes, averaging 2 hours sleep isn't healthy for you."
Gwyn was in doctor mode, from the worried tilt of her fine brows to her crossed arms as she leaned across the glass table, her matcha pushed to the side.
"Yeah I know. I know. I'm on it, I swear G, just don't tell Em."
"Don't tell Em what?"
The familiar voice floated from somewhere behind her.
Fuck.
***
Nesta eyed her double shot macchiato and wondered for a brief hopeful moment if she could drown herself in it, before turning guiltily to meet her friend's hard stare.
"The tea you gave me didn't work."
"Well shit, Archeron. That should have cleared any grade 5 spirits. What the fuck is clinging to you?"
Emerie shook her head, waves of ebony curls writhing in shared disbelief.
Claiming a seat beside Gwyn, her friend pursed her blue-stained lips in a familiarly threatening way and Nesta found the celebration rapidly descending into an inquisition.
***
The grilling was nothing new.
The same roladex of suspects was resurrected each time- stress, diets, spirits. Each had their favourite.
Gwyn, doctor and yogi claimed it was stress. Her friend, a research fiend, sent links to Pubmed every second day on the hormonal and immunological consequences of stress. In a way that, ironically, did little but exacerbate the pressure she felt.
Nesta hoped for diet, lived in faith that eliminating some carb or nightshade or sugar would bring her the peace of a full REM cycle. And if she dropped from a size 14 to an 8 in the process, then maybe Elain would stop sending her emails about spin classes in that passively bitchy way of hers.
Emerie's theory was the strangest by a mile.
"I'm telling you Nes, with all due respects to any of Berdara's papers this problem is one on the spiritual plane."
The demon-hunter raised an ornately manicured hand as Gwyn opened her mouth.
"Before you start, I don't doubt for a second Archeron could do with taking that stick out of her ass, Berdara."
Gwyn settled back in her seat as Nesta huffed indignantly.
"Whatever this is, it has serious mojo. I'm getting worried, the Illyrian dream traps I've placed around your room are filling far too quickly."
"We live in a haunted house Em, that's not exactly surprising."
Nesta retorted, her eyes tightening as the familiar pulsing in her temples that preceded her routine migraines began.
Today was not going as planned.
"I know the girl who became a mere believer a decade ago isn't lecturing me. I am a hunter Archeron and this isn't my first rodeo."
Emerie's eyebrows raised in challenge.
"I'm not. Definitely not. But Em, like you said I'm just a believer, and only that because I know you. I've no affiliation to the Other. It seems more likely it could be dairy, I was..'
Gwyn's sigh caused the pretty waitress to glance up from her physics textbook at the counter, before returning to her work following Nesta's bashful wave.
"I cannot listen to the potential dastardly powers of brie again, Nesta. That is well trodden ground. Let the rodeo queen continue."
Emerie flipped the redhead the bird before continuing.
"The Others are less concerned with bothering the Unseeing than we are topside. So it doesn't matter that you can't See. They don't exactly mind their manners or well, I'd be shit out of a job. Lucky for you, I happen to be very good at said job."
Pausing, Em reached into the chest pocket of her favourite leather trench, before pulling out an egg sized red jewel with a look of sheer triumph.
"Is that a ruby?"
Gwyn gasped.
Emerie scoffed before muttering dryly.
"Easy to stay humble with you two. "
"This is no mere ruby. This, my idiots, is an Illyrian protection stone. A rumoured fable, I hold the first found in three centuries reportedly."
"By you?"
"Yes by me, Archeron."
Emerie harrumphed.
"You could sound slightly less skeptical especially considering it's for you."
With that Emerie stretched her tattooed palm across the table and dropped the stone in Nesta's palm.
With a lupine smile she added.
"Go buy me another Americano and I'll tell you how I've saved your life. Add a shot of caramel, it's the least you can do for your saviour Nessie."
***
In the sticky blackness of the Other Cassian awakened and mountains moved. With the crack of his wings the promise of war grew ripe in the air.
In his slumber much had changed.
Babylon had fallen. Like him.
But she had found him.
His mate.
And so, like the tide he would rise.
And find his way to her.
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"Wish" rewrite: Setting the Scene (NOT the prologue)
Welp, I'm finally doing a lengthier rewrite of "Wish." For those new to my account, I must stress that you do not--repeat: DO NOT--need to read my shorter two rewrites of the film as well as song rewrites in order to understand this story. (BTW, the above art is by Sanjaycreates on Twitter.) NOTE: THis is all subject to change before I get the prologue and stuff going!
The Setting
The Kingdom of Nelke is a fantasy kingdom with German influences (but with racial demographics that you'd see in the Americas), but by no means should it be taken as something historically accurate, or even 100% culturally accurate. I kind of wanted something akin to "Baldur's Gate 3" where you see a mix of modern and historical garb--actually, it'd be pretty akin to many high fantasy RPGs, in my opinion, as well as the fashion for 2015's "Cinderella," if you will. I always loved the mix of modern and medieval aesthetics when used correctly. The royal family's crest is be a swan, in reference to "Swan Lake" and ruled by the favorable Queen Lina and overseen by her right-hand advisor, the sorcerer Eiko.
The Characters
(Note: I'm not an artist, so I'll simply use pics of characters who fit the overall vibe I'm going for, either in fashion, personality, or design.)
Talia--For those who don't know, a variant of "Sleeping Beauty" sees the main character named Talia, which is fitting since "Wish" was visually inspired by it. She's a young woman in her early 20s, wears an orange dress, and while she is kind at heart, she is rather hot-headed, and not always in an endearing way. Right now I'm considering making her half-Egyptian, half-African in reference to the lead couple in Disney's play "Aida." She has been a sorcerer's apprentice ever since she discovered she had magical powers, but talent isn't everything. She's become a bit shy around crowds, concerned with bringing out their ire of making them overly dependent on her. She occasionally leads her friends--nicknamed "The Dreamers"--when making decisions. (Art by Jonuelsketch and Disney.)
Vocally, I imagine her to have a deep, theatrical voice, something booming and powerful. She loves to sing in order to de-stress, though this doesn't always become a song; sometimes she just sings a line or a few sentences to herself like a lot of people do at random moments in time. If I was an artist, one person who would inspire her design would be Janelle Monae.
Aion--Taken from Aiionwatha, an alternate name for Hiawatha, a Native American figure who Disney made a short about and once tried to adapt into a feature film. He doesn't talk very often, and frequently tries to put on a brave face, despite his severe depression over losing one of his older brothers to magic when he was a child. He's the heart of the group, and often tries to diffuse conflict, as they stress him out. While he has great concern for Talia as a sorcerer's apprentice, he supports her, though Talia misunderstands his feelings and wants her to fail, since his own brother couldn't succeed at using magic. His main color is usually a flurry of colors, making him look like stained glass (which influences Talia's fashion at times).
Lucy--A reference to the protagonist in Walt Disney Pictures' adaptation of "The Chronicles of Narnia" with Walden media. She's of Arab descent and dresses in purples to reference Princess Jasmine. A fast-thinker, she always tries to think up solutions quickly and ahead of time, making her Aion's best friend when it comes to crisis aversion. The daughter of a diplomat and a smooth talker, she has confidence to spare and while she can be self-centered at times, she's first and foremost a great friend. For health reasons, she is often accompanied by a (stylish) cane, sometimes a wheelchair if things are severe.
Wolfgang--Not a Disney reference, but simply a German name. He has a lot going on with his life, largely due to being a political pawn all his life. While he has those he cares for, he isn't good at expressing it and consistently tries to control everything around him. It's been remarked that in another world, he and Talia could've been siblings, but not in this lifetime. He doesn't have many (real) friends, but his years of emotional abuse have led him to crave attention, even if it's not in the best possible way. Perhaps that's why he's often dressed in green; he has a bit of envy to spare.
Queen Lina-- A reference to "Thumbelina." The greatest person you will ever meet, or at least that's how the slogan goes. She's beautiful, intelligent, and often takes to disguises in order to check on her citizens. She's quite dramatic when you get to know her, but more in a theatrical way that pulls you in, not an annoying way. Her husband, bless his heart, likes to stay out of the limelight often, so he lets her be the face of the kingdom, and it suits her vanity just fine. Her clothing is colorful and ALWAYS memorable. Of course, she has an edge to her, something she doesn't want to let the citizens know about. As someone with a couple chips on her shoulder, Talia can relate--but are they in the same boat?
I imagine a soprano-type voice for her, but she has an affinity to rap when she's frustrated.
Princess Elsie--An occasionally clever, but altogether lazy princess. She enjoys her royal status and letting people fawn over her. Due to her commitment to being completely selfish, the people of Nelke assume this is an affront to a more caring future ruler (which Lina continually tries to support). When she's bored, she's been shown to be quite hilarious and astute, though you can be sure she won't let herself be bored for long. She's beautiful, but in a way slightly askew to mainstream society.
A good singer, albeit not the strongest; good enough for a movie, but not to sell albums.
Eiko--The queen's right-hand man and flatteringly referred to as her fairy godfather. A man who's past is shrouded in mystery (ironically clad in purples and greens), he vowed his fealty to the queen when he found her to be a worthy ruler. As of late, however, he has been looking for an apprentice to take over his place. As magic by birth is extremely rare and magic by education is difficult without a trained tutor (which there are few of in the kingdom), he has had difficulty finding one--until he comes upon Talia. While she is highly skilled, she doesn't always think things through, making her a mixed public figure before she's even come to prominence. When he isn't conducting official business for the crown, he is quite relaxed--and an excellent singer.
He used to be a more powerful singer, but he prefers a much softer sound now due to age.
Anselm--My Kingdom Hearts friends get this. The mysterious being in the west wing of the castle. It's said that his (their?) magic eclipses even Eiko's. But how Anselm came to be there--or what secrets lurk inside their mind--are anyone's guess. When Talia encounters him, they are a wise and mesmerizing figure, as she's able to see a sea of stars in his eyes. When he ventures beyond the wing and into the world below, he's shown to be playful and caring, always seeming to have one's best wishes at heart. Their magical form is a cascade of silvers, blues, and white, while as a human, they often wear "feminine" colors (bright/light colors, including pinks and purples) with flower motifs when in his human form, his favorite being a bleeding heart. His favorite room in the castle consists of a giant koi pond that frequently calms his soul. However, despite his outgoing nature, he can be quite shy when he develops a crush on someone, most recently Talia. Despite her attempts to look the other way, Talia reciprocates his feelings, and she finds that he may be hiding a mystery of his own, as she sees a sea of stars whenever she gazes into his eyes for a long time.
Probably the best singer, a tenor with heart and power.
Lemme know if you have any questions! IDK when I'll release the prologue, but it shouldn't be too long. Originally I was gonna include the storybook intro in this, but I've decided it's better to just put it in the prologue since I'm still figuring out my words. I may or may not write songs for this; I imagine it's a musical, but IDK if I'm gonna be happy with the songs I write.
#disney#disney animation#wish#yen sid#fantasia#enchanted#fictif#fire emblem#winx club#disney princess#jasmine#kida#atlantis#asha#kenai#brother bear#cinderella#once upon a time#barbie#swan lake#big hero 6#pocahontas#she hulk#marvel#marvel comics#this wish#the arcana#asra
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Something Has Changed This Time
Slight TW: it explores a few serious topics such as suicide and death, is heavily angsty, and contains a few curse words. You have been warned.
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One year left. She wondered how she would go out this time. Perhaps getting stabbed? Hanged? Stuck in a crossfire? She’d done it all.
For three thousand years, Aru had been alive. Every generation for the past centuries she would restart her life at the age of seven and see it till the end of her seventeenth birthday when she would die a brutal death and the process would then repeat.
She was always invisible to all but herself until the day she passed, then she’d become a star for a few days until her case was dismissed. Then she’d quietly creep into another family as if she had always existed there for seven years. And Aru was exhausted.
She had tried to take her own life, but then she would go into painful comas that lasted until her fateful birthday or be saved by someone who thought themselves a hero when in reality they were doing her no favors. All the world was against her.
Slowly her hand spun the spoon that made the coffee it was dipped in become a vortex of brown. It was pretty here, with its windchimes and large windows that persuaded more sunbeams than needed to enter. They called this place a ‘cafe’. What a stupid name, she thought.
People dotted the room reading novels, perhaps with the motive to seem naturally aesthetic. What idiots they all looked like, holding aloft their books with an imperious look etched on their faces as they pretended to read words they didn’t actually understand while putting on an air of grace and poise. One man was reading an economics textbook with his expression saying he was in the middle of a heart-wrenching romance scene. Another was leafing through a comedy while gasping as if someone had been killed. A hysterical giggle passed through Aru’s lips. Murdered. Being accused of murder. What did it all matter?
The best feature of this tiny shop was perhaps the flowers. Placed here and there and staining pastel colors into the monotone background. There were none in the dungeon, she thought absentmindedly.
Just then a waiter dropped a glass cup near Aru, and a few shards flew her way, trying to embed themselves in her leg but only managing to scrape the surface instead. Red pooled from the scratches and slowly rolled down her skin.
It hurt, she thought distantly. Everything hurt so fucking much.
“I’m sorry! Damn it, I messed up. Are you alright, it must be painful? Shit, I’m so sorry!” She looked up at the blabbering waiter and startled. Him. She could never, would never, forget how he looked, how he smelled, how he touched. Would never forget those eyes.
Her second life. The one she had loved most in this cruel place. The one who had told her he loved her back. The one who had ended his own life to protect hers. Her sixteenth life. Her two-thousandth life. The list went on.
“Aiden?” He looked up.
Besides the second time she was reincarnated, she never talked to him. So why now…?
“How did you know?” And for the first time in years, she let her tears drop. Aiden panicked.
“Oh no please don’t cry I’m really sorry I was being a stupid clumsy jerk I’m sorry-!!” He too looked close to breaking down with her.
“No, no, I just- just had a really bad day. I… heard a customer say your name, that’s all.” She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.
“Oh, ok. That- that’s good. I mean not good!” He rubbed furiously at her eyes, and she remembered how they used to comfort each other like this. Bawling their eyes out and the other too would start crying because they thought they were the one who messed up. Not the world.
It was him, Aru knew. She would always know, even in death. And she knew she couldn’t mess up his second chance at life. Not again.
Remember, it’s me against the world.
“No,” He would say whenever she said that. “It’s you and me against the world. Remember that.”
“I’d better get going.” She got up swiftly, placing a few shards gently into his palm and telling him to not hurt himself, before hurrying out the door.
“Wait!” He called out desperately, pleadingly. She should have cut him off, leaving only the splayed string behind. Instead, she called out:
“Arundhati Shah,” Then left. He understood. He always did.
But something had changed this time.
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Let me know if you want an explanation of the entire plot, though it won't be the actual story.
#aru shah#the pandava quintet#tpq#roshani chokshi#rick riordan presents#aruden#aru x aiden#aiden acharya
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Favorite Weather
The Lost Boys
David
Stormy
Tbh he just likes that it fits his aesthetic
Doesn’t like rain though
Sound of thunder actually soothes him
he likes the image of lightning casting light over the closed boardwalk
Feels like the clouds make the sign lights brighter
Loves to hunt in stormy weather bc victims are more likely to write of noises as part of the storm
Dwayne
Overcast
Has realized that if he times it right and finds the right spot he’s able to be outside for sunset theses days
He doesn’t do it often bc, ya know, if he’s wrong about a spot he dies, but when he misses his human life he will
Even though the clouds block most of it he still thinks sunsets look pretty on these days
Hasn’t told the others he learned this bc he’s scared they’d mess up and die
If Max had gotten his way he’d have shown Lucy (maybe sam) this to cheer them up on day
Marko
Stormy
Same as David but he thinks the rain adds to the vibe
He has a different jacket he wears on nights when he knows it’ll storm so he doesn’t ruin the main one
He’s a sadistic fuck who enjoys watching ppl freak out about storms
Literally cackles when a rando screams after lightning and thunder
LOVES hunting these nights
Sometimes kills extra ppl because he gets the most excited when prey tries to run and likes the extra challenge of seeing through the storm
With his heightened senses it isn’t really that much harder though
I feel like he wouldn’t try to get stuck by lightning, but wants to see if he could handle it
Star
Rainy
She loves the smell of rain
Will run around in the rain
Doesn’t matter if it’s a drizzle or it’s pouring she gets a wave of freedom from it
Convinces Paul, Marko, and Michael to do it with her once, only Paul was willing to do it again
Paul
Rainy
He’s actually a lot like Star: likes running around
Rain is one of the only things he’s ok with ruining his hair
It’s the closest thing he gets to a shower
Star and him help fix each other’s hair afterwards
Likes making The others get wet bc he likes seeing their hair messed up so he can ask to help fix it
Purposely splashes ppl with water when riding his bike
Also jumps in puddles with laddie and Marko (Marko leaves the jacket at the cave tho)
Likes hunting in pouring rain bc it washes most the blood of and victims struggle running more
Michael
Clear Sky
It just feels fresh to him
Idk how to explain it but like hot and cold air has feelings to them and Michael would be more sensitive to that than others
there’s nothing making it cold but not enough sun for it to be hot and he is in such a good mood those days
Sam
Snowy
He never got to see snow in Arizona and he LOVES it
Has always wanted to build a snowman and plans to at least visit a place with a ton of snow just to do it
He runs hot so it’s a nice change of pace
Always got jealous that other states got days of bc of snow ins
Edgar
Clear Sky
If there is nothing in the sky that means vampire have no cover
He’s one of those ppl who gets really cranky when he’s hot or cold so sunny days suck for him and everyone near him forced to listen to his complaining ass all day
Alan
Sunny
Like Edgar it means no vampires
DOES enjoy hot weather
He likes just a like bit of heat on his skin but not enough to sweat
When he is at the beach he definitely tans for at least 30 minutes
Lucy
Sunny
She likes how light reflects off water, how it reacts with stained glass decor, literally everything is prettier to her when the sun shines on it
Enjoys sitting on the porch or the deck and feeling the warmth on her face
Reminds her of the good parts of her life in Arizona: pool days, eating popsicles with her sons, and even staying in with the air conditioner blasting while she and the boys play a board game
Max
Foggy
I feel like he was originally turned on a foggy night so he sees them as good luck now
He definitely turned David on a foggy day too and sense it was the first success it only adds to this ^^^
Victims struggle to escape more
Easy to sneak up on ppl
Grandpa Emerson
Cloudy
Honesty I don’t know why
It’s his vibe
Like Michael he’s sensitive to weather but it’s worse with heat so he likes the sun blocked
Laddie
Drizzling
Doesn’t like rain but gets excited for the rainbow afterwards
He always starts off upset when it rains heavily but the boys cheer him up and he ends up enjoying it
Hates going on the bikes in heavy rain bc it splashed but when it drizzles it’s just enough to feel refreshing
He does just wait inside the cave for it to stop most times
#the lost boys#tlb 1987#the lost boys 1987#tlb#the lost boys david#the lost boys dwayne#the lost boys marko#the lost boys paul#the lost boys sam#the lost boys laddie#the lost boys michael#the lost boys max#the lost boys star#the lost boys lucy#glb tlb
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DIY Large-scale Picture Frame
Project by Erica Loesing:
Tools + Materials
-Large print/photo/something pretty to frame (see tips below!)
-White illustration board (make sure it’s thick/dense enough to stand without waving)
-Acrylic sheet (such as Plexiglass, I used a 32 x 44 inch sheet)
-Spray mount
-Straightedge + utility knife
-4 wood boards (I chose 1/2” x 2” Poplar – you won’t want much narrower than this)
-Pencil
-Tape measure
-Saw + miter box
-Fine sandpaper or sanding block
-4 corner braces (I used 1/2” x 2.5″), + tiny screws that won’t puncture the face of your wood frame
-Drill + Phillips bit (could use a manual Phillips screwdriver, too!)
-Square tool
-Wood glue (I like Elmer’s)
-Paint or stain (I used a black satin spray paint)
-Turn buttons (I used nylon)
-Large picture hook (you may need a hammer to attach this)
Notes
Somewhat of a secret is that most office store print shops (I used Staples) offer something called an “engineer print.” Large-scale prints for only a few dollars! So that’s what I did here. I had this super cute pear illustrated and then printed nice and big in a matter of hours for only a few dollars. (I have also seen people print photos using this process and have great results!) The paper is pretty thin and the print isn’t necessarily photo quality, but I think it works so great for this application and would totally recommend it if you’re mindful of your costs and feel it wouldn’t compete with the aesthetic of your project.
Now I want to mention a few constraints here. Of course there will be a maximum print size at your local print shop (most likely 36 x 48 inches). But the largest acrylic I could find locally was 33 x 44 inches. So I sized my print to be no larger than this, choosing 33 x 40 inches. And here are the reasons I chose acrylic over glass — while it does have more size restrictions (yet you can typically buy larger pieces of acrylic than glass at a basic hardware store), the acrylic is very lightweight (and I didn’t want to have to build a frame within my frame to support glass), you can cut it with a knife (and they’ll also cut it down for you in the store, typically for free!), and it won’t shatter. I just didn’t have the courage to handle such a large sheet of glass. The downsides are that it is, well, plastic and not glass, and I think it tends to have a bit more of a glare. I don’t love that you can tell it’s acrylic, but again, I was trying to be mindful of costs, time, and my low skill level. And honestly, I never notice it now that it’s hanging on the wall.
How-to
First, spray mount your print to a board. Since my print was on thin paper with a lot of negative space and you could sort of see through it, I used a white illustration board to back it. You want to use something that isn’t too thick (the thicker this backing is, the further from the wall your frame will rest), but also something dense enough that can stand on its own without waving or warping. This will be the backing of your frame. I first tried sandwiching everything together without mounting, but since my paper was so thin it looked terrible behind the glass (since it’s so large and gravity wants to pull it to the bottom). Also, if you are using something thin like I was, be extra careful for bubbles and other ugly errors when spray mounting. I may or may not have had to redo mine the first time around…
You can now trim the mounted print down to whatever size you’d like it to be, keeping in mind the size constraints of the acrylic. Measure your print. You want your acrylic to be about the same size as your mounted print. Again, you can have this cut exactly to size at your hardware store. Or, if you’re feeling up to it, acrylic sheets can be cut at home with a utility knife and a straightedge! You don’t even have to worry if your edge isn’t perfect because it will be hidden behind the frame.
Moving onto the frame. All you need for this step is a pencil, a tape measure, a saw, and your four wood boards. (For this step I set up my wood on sawhorses in my backyard, but the sawhorses aren’t necessary. I just prefer working at table height.) I created mitered corners for my frame, which is typical for framing, so I also used a miter box for accuracy, which came with my saw. I love that I can get the exact angle I need, and everything will fit together nicely without needing any fancy tools or causing extra frustration. Of course you could opt for square corners and skip this step! Or use a power saw, or a handy friend! There are a bunch of ways to achieve the look you want.
When measuring your boards, first consider the size of your mounted print + plexiglass. Then consider the size of your corner braces and how much space you’ll need to leave for them. (I would sketch this out. See below for the sketch I did for my project, based on the measurements I was using.) Obviously, you want the interior measurement of your frame to be overlapped by your plexi/print, and I recommend planning for a solid 3/4” on all sides.
Using your saw, cut your measured boards down to size, at 45-degree angles. You want your frame to be as square as possible, which means cutting equal angles and equal lengths. I always check mine after each cut to be sure.
Once all four boards are cut to equal size, use a fine sandpaper or sanding block to sand the rough edges.
Now we are ready to assemble! For this step you need wood glue (I love Elmer’s), and I also like to use a square tool to check that the corners meet up nice and, well, square. Apply wood glue to each mitered end, and join your frame together, checking your corners with the square as you go. Give the glue a little bit of time to dry. Now, you could choose to stop here. Depending on the size of your frame and how tight your mitered edges meet, maybe you don’t need the corner braces. While the wood glue is surprisingly strong, I still chose to use the braces, just for peace of mind that my frame would stay together when it was all said and done.
The corner braces are as simple as screwing them into place, one at each corner. (Be sure to choose screws that will not poke through the front face of your frame. I had to buy smaller screws than the ones that came with the braces.) It is helpful to place your print/acrylic sheet on the glued frame at this point to use as a guide; be sure there is enough space for the braces to be screwed outside the outer edges of your acrylic. The braces make a nice little shelf on the bottom for the print to rest upon, too! (I recommend marking the location of each of your four braces with your pencil.) Once the brackets are screwed into place, flip the frame over and use your square to once again check your corners. If everything looks good, hooray! As a final detail I like to use a little bit of the wood glue to fill any open spaces where the corners meet on the front face of the frame, especially if you will be painting over it. This is the last step using the wood glue. Once this dries, use your sandpaper to lightly sand all of your faces and edges that will be visible when displaying your frame.
Time to paint! I chose to spray paint my frame in a black satin. You could choose to leave the wood bare, stain it, or paint it any color of the rainbow.
Once your paint is dry, flip the frame over and set your print + acrylic into place. During this step I finally removed the protective coating from my acrylic. I like to keep it on as long as possible to prevent any scratches. Note that the acrylic is extremely attractive to any bit of dust or dirt or whatever may be nearby. (In hindsight, I would have done this step inside on a clean surface.) Time to install your turn buttons. Just like the corner braces, these are as easy as simply screwing in place. They are the same as you’ve probably seen used on a wall mirror. Again, check the length of screw you’re using given the thickness of your wood frame. For the size of my frame I used five turn buttons up the sides, then four at the top and bottom. (Avoid placing one in the center of the top, since a picture hook will eventually go here!)
It will be so tempting to flip your frame over and call it a day, but there is one more tiny step! Measure across the top of your frame and mark the center point. Use this mark to install a picture hook if you plan on hanging your frame (probably using a hammer). I chose the largest picture hook I could find to accommodate the thickness of the backing. If you choose too small of a hook, the frame may not hang flush on the wall, but instead protrude out at the bottom. Even though I used a really large picture hook I still went back and used the back of my hammer to bend it slightly outward to accommodate the board + turn button thickness.
VOILA! My frame is hung and I am just so pleased with the result. It’s large and cool and makes such an impact for only a little bit of cost + skill. And I was glad to spend a pretty day outside working with my hands and building something I could show off on my otherwise big, blank wall. I hope you will be able to follow my instructions and learn from my many mistakes on my first go-round, but please don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions!
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Tag Yourself based off Me and My Siblings
The Oldest Sibling:
Pure of heart, dumb of ass.
Seems mature but is a child at heart.
Feels self conscious about it most of the time.
Can be serious when they need to though, especially when it comes to the well-being and safety of their siblings.
Would kill and/or die for their siblings. They mean everything to them.
Always give their siblings first choice of everything.
Tends to wander off without telling anyone. Seriously. Keep a close eye on them in any public space.
Expressive, talks with their whole body, especially with their hands and arms.
Loves to tease and poke fun at their friends and siblings alike. All in good fun though. They would never do so maliciously.
Never hesitates to give you a hug or hold your hand. They might even kiss you on the cheek or the hand, if you're comfortable.
Always a shoulder to cry on and an ear to vent to. They might cry with you too.
Always kinda tired but gets particularly sleepy when it's cold or rainy. Will drag you into a cuddle session every time.
Tries to give their siblings good advice but it occasionally flops.
Drags their siblings on adventures constantly. Dislikes staying inside.
Amateur gardener. Plants mostly tomatoes and herbs, plus catnip to lure stray cats.
"Let's go down this route today! I wanna see what we can find!"
Aesthetic: String lights, exploring abandoned spaces, head in the clouds, fluffy comforters, rain on airplane windows, urban areas, burning leaves, baggy hoodies, ocean waves clouded with sand, milk tea, translucent curtains, open fields, sketchbooks and grided paper, bay windows, polished crystals, old cars, scented candles, essential oils, museums, combat boots, neon colored bandaids on fingers, plants in glass bottles, dancing in the forest with you, making shrines to the spirits of nature, grass stained jeans, animal themed onesies, mini cacti, flower blossoms in shoe holes
The Middle Sibling:
Probably the most mature one out of the bunch really.
A bit of a broken soul because of how many times they have been hurt in the past but still a kind, sweet person to hang out with.
Makes sure you're hydrated, fed, getting enough sleep, etc.
Not much of a touchy-feely person but when they are, it's sweet and genuine.
On another note, when they are in the mood to be playful, their teasing can even rival that of the oldest.
Loves to bake and wants to do it professionally someday.
Tries to keep the other two out of trouble.
Non confrontational and strives to keep the peace.
Lives by three rules: stay positive, let go of the past and never be afraid to ask for help.
Particular about their clothing.
Tends to wear a lot of solid dark and neutral tones but is actually the biggest sucker for bright colors and patterns.
Just a big sucker for soft things in general.
"Hey, I baked you your favorite treat as thanks for the new plushie. I loved it! It's gonna stay on my bed."
Aesthetic: Rubber bracelets, aluminum pins, buttercream frosting, sugar cookies, icing stained shirts and flour streaked face, pastel flowy sundresses, flower crowns, round rimmed glasses, experimenting with colors and patterns, wooden floors, silk ribbons, knit sweaters and cardigans, heart shaped barrettes, clouds illuminated by the sunset, long walks to nowhere, puddles on the sidewalk, berry lemonade, apple scented dish soap, stuffed animals, tear stained cheeks
The Youngest Sibling:
The most withdrawn of the three. Even has trouble being open and honest with their siblings.
Still a sweet person. They just need an occasional boost of confidence.
Hugest fan of video games ever, especially the ones from the 80s and 90s.
Actually dislikes going outside. Would prefer to stay indoors but still tags along with their siblings.
Basically lives in sweatpants.
Has the quirkiest little habits like how they sit in chairs or put on their jacket.
Has a huge collection of posters and replica weapons from their favorite video games.
Has the worst sleep schedule known to mankind.
Probably doesn't know what a hairbrush is.
Terrible at keeping their room clean but takes good care of their chores.
Often makes themselves a second dinner late in the night.
Knows the history of their favorite games front to back.
"I know you might not get it but thanks for letting me knowledge dump on you."
Aesthetic: Secrets behind closed doors, sleeping in late, lone wolf, inside voice, headphones, old photos, loud music, night owl, noisy keyboards, caffeine addiction, hooded jackets, worn out slip-ons, pet hair on clothes, thunderstorms, tired eyes, messy bedhead, late night snacking, retro game cartridges, neon lights, replica swords
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duchess bonfamille is a 43 year old human based on duchess from the aristocats. she is a vocal coach with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !
INFO.
full name: duchess bonfamille
date of birth: september 24th, 1980
hometown: to be added
zodic: libra sun, aries moon, virgo rising
sexuality: hetero (as far as she knows)
education: college graduate
occupation: vocal coach
height: 5'1
hair: blonde
eye color: blue
tattoos/piercings: earlobes
markings: dimples when she smiles
mother: adelaide bonfamille (adopted)
father: unknown
siblings: n/a
pets: n/a
PERSONALITY.
positive traits: classy, compassionate, protective, kind, secure
negative traits: stern, stubborn, overbearing, reserved, excessive
fears: losing her mother, failing her children
likes: white wine, cheese and grapes, cleanliness, expensive perfume, art, music, dancing, singing, everything paris, jewelry
dislikes: her house being dirty, crass language, her children hurting, fighting, being doubted, being away from her mother, an empty nest
hobbies: playing piano, singing, caring for her plants, cleaning, shopping
aesthetics: pearl necklaces on a spotless dresser, lipstick stains on wine glasses, a claw tub overflowing with bubbles, golden edged mirrors, humming to succulents, pristine white sheets, a wedding ring stashed in the bottom drawer, dangling earrings, long blonde locks without a hair out of place, the first glimpse of sunlight slipping through the window, an elegant breakfast spread, photobooks of memories, that lonely dull ache in your chest that refuses to go away, silent crying behind closed doors
HEADCANONS.
duchess is someone that tries very hard to seem put together when, in reality, she only feels like she is falling apart.
though she holds her head high, duchess often feels like she failed as a mother, a wife and a daughter. despite knowing there was nothing she could do to get back to her own mother, she misses her deeply. she is the only family she's ever known outside of her kids, never caring to reach out to her birth parents as she had everything she needed in ms. bonfamille and now, after so many years of having her in her corner, rooting her on, she feels almost completely... lost without her. she knows who she is, but does find herself doubting it from time to time.
she loves the idea of falling in love, especially now that marie, berlioz and toulouse have their own lives she's not nearly as involved in, but the idea of love is a little frightening. after her only real relationship fell apart, she's not sure she could put herself through that again. though she knows she is a beautiful woman, her lack of suitors does make her question it - maybe she is just meant to stay single?
her children are her pride and joy and she would do anything for them. she would lay her life on the line. she knows that there were times she coddled them too much, and others that she was too strict, trying to mold them into the perfect versions of themselves they could be... but all she ever wanted was for them to be happy. now that they're out of the nest, now that they're getting through life without her protection, she looks at everything they seem to struggle with and wonders where she went wrong, what she could have done to build their walls a little taller... and what more she can do now, than love them.
she is fluent in french, of course, and truly believes it is the language of love. she enjoys slipping random phrases into her sentences, even if the people around her simply do not understand what she's saying.
mother to everyone that will let her mother them. she will take everyone under her wing, no matter their age.
breakfast is duchess' favorite meal of the day! but brunch is a close second.
she very much has a taste for the finer things in life, it was simply the way she was raised.
while she doesn't miss her ex-husband anymore and knows that their lives were much better off without him, sometimes she still regrets not trying harder, begging him to stay, if only so her children would have their father.
she has a green thumb and cares about her many plants as if they're her own little pets. now that her children don't seem to need her as much anymore, and she isn't able to take care of her mother, she has to have something to look after. otherwise, after so long of doing it, she would just be... lost.
she also grows her own spices - thyme, oregano, basil, and uses them in nearly every meal that she makes.
she is a nervous cleaner. when she starts feeling anxious, out come the soap and sponges. she'll sweep, dust, mop, reorganize everything from the cabinets down to the bottoms of the walls. as if her place doesn't remain practically spotless at all times anyway.
seldom do swear words pass through her lips. she doesn't believe in using crude language.
while she isn't much of a drinker, she absolutely indulges in wine from time to time. it's the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day: a nice, hot bubble bath with a romance novel and a tall glass of whichever white wine is calling out to her tastebuds at the time... though merlot will do if it must.
a small plate of grapes, dark chocolate and cheese cubes is her favorite snack.
pearls are her favorite accessory, and gold over silver jewelry.
a morning person through and through, duchess is usually wide-eyed and bushy tailed by six am but she cannot seem to sleep past eight even if she tries, no matter how late she was up the night before.
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interview music tag game <3
RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) xx
thank you @pretentiouswreckingball for tagging me!! <33
1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?
she's far in the eyes and it's starting to show
isn't it lovely (to be alone), junodream
2. What kind of capricorn are you?
i say i don't care but i care
figure it out, orla gartland
3. You're visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?
bright from the stained-glass a hundred feet below
notre dame, paris paloma
4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?
i'm thinking 'bout texas
kill her freak out, samia
5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?
i got a bad habit of living rich on minimum wage
bad habit, your smith
6. What would you say about your best friends?
your love is tried and true blue
true blue, boygenius
7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?
bite your tongue, down whiskey, we'll hide out in the country
strawberry, andrew montana
8. Describe your aesthetic now:
see, i've been having me a real good time and it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright
this feeling, alabama shakes
9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?
and what it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be quite all right
hand in my pocket, alanis morissette
10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?
i've called but i can't reach you
good news, white denim
idk who's played atp but i'm tagging @twisted-tales-told @anythingforourmoonysstuff @cr-amber @nevvaraven and anyone else who wants to join!! 😋
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Hellooo! I just got back from a trip with my friends, we went to Barcelona and let me tell you, trips are therapeutic I had no idea but now I feel better and ready to face the work I left behind (not really, I want to run back to Spain). How are you?? Congratulations for tackling down most of your work, and I'm sorry people are giving you more work, that sucks. Let us know if you need someone to uhm handle them, I know some people🙃
Also, we went to Sagrada Familia, I don't know if you know it but it's this beautiful church, I mean I'm not even religious but I felt a shiver when I went in. And it had this beautiful huge glass stained windows inside and the moment I saw them I was like "Oh my god I have to take a picture with them like Lance and Arthur!". Long story short I took many, I'm so happy about that! The colors also fitted my dress so they're pretty aesthetic😌 And when I post them I want to write "Mavid" underneath but no one will get it😔 How I wish I lived in the IALS universe right now
And let's not forget the highlight of the week, the race. We were out when the race was happening so I didn't get to see it but when I saw Lewis was leading at some point I wanted to cry! And then if course Mercedes bottled the strategy, honestly what the hell were they thinking? I mean Lewis gave it his everything and they ruined it, they need to get their act together. Everytime I saw how nervous Max was when Lewis got closer I swear I giggled. P2 was a great result and I went to bed happy and then I saw the disqualification in the morning and what the hell was that?? What on earth is wrong with the FIA, seriously?? I want to punch them. Could they at least try to sabotage him more discreetly? And I read somewhere that they checked like half the cars after the race and not all, wow really fair. Please tell me you also want to sue the FIA.
Okay, I'm done for now! I kinda missed Mavid so my notes app got super filled again and I will drown you with my thoughts later🌷
PS: We saw this Lewis poster on one of the streets and I didn't see it at first but one of my friends did and she stopped walking and went like, let's get a picture of you with your man and I swear to you I almost cried from joy, my friends really know me🥰 And then I took like a million photos😅
Vickyyyyy!
Barcelona sounds amazing and I'm so happy you had a fantastic time with your friends! And ahhhhhh stained glass mirrors for the win! everyone needs to take a pic in front of it!
What the fuck was that race? I am equally mad at the FIA and Mercedes because this is getting ridiculous at this point. I genuinely don't know how Lewis is putting up with all this bullshit because I WOULD BE SETTING SOMETHING ON FIRE AFTER ABU DHABI 2021.
Freaking out when you randomly spot a Lewis poster and then taking a photo with it is a very personal experience (i saw a cutout of him at the gaming arcade and tried to steal it loool)
Hope you get to rest and recover from your trip bebe 💙
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TY 4 tagging me @markodragic !
Last Song: First Date by James Shayfer. I have a playlist dedicated to my Durge and this song actually inspired me making him. A lot of James Shayfer pops up on there lol. I plan to make a piece with him based off the song … eventually
Favorite Color: All colors are specials in their own way but that being said, dark or dull greens and purples go hard.
Currently Watching: Not currently watching anything but last watched the new Fionna and Cake stuff. Mostly watched it cause I had time to kill and I loved Fionna and Cake when she was first introduced when I was little lol
Last Movie: I think the last movie I watched was Across the Spiderverse when it was out in theaters with one of my dorm mates! (she's an animation major so she's legally required to watch it lol)
Currently Reading: Not reading anything atm. Last book I tried to read was a couple months ago was Gideon the Ninth. Only got to the first few chapters. I love fantasy but I've learned I hate reading it lol. I can imagine my own fantastical stuff but my brain sucks at imagining other peoples worlds lol. Been really wanting for months to try and read Stone Butch Blues though. I'll read that whenever school gives us a break maybe lol.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet and savory are very closely tied but I'd say savory. Give me a jar of pickles I'll scarf that shit down like a horse eating carrots or whatever.
Relationship Status: Single. to my knowledge no one's ever tried to shoot their shot. Either that or I'm too stupid to realize. They hate me for my boring, reserved energy yet awkward and peculiar mannerisms …
Current Obsession: Baulder's Gate 3 I'm so sorry to ppl sick of it on their dash lol. Also my own world building but I'm … not going to post that … unless people start asking me about it ... then maybe.
Last Thing I Googled: "cow face" and "cow skull". had time to kill in class so I tried to draw cows cause whenever I've tried to draw them from memory they end up looking more dog like than I care to like.
Currently Working On: Besides school work I'm trying to solidify all the gods and Pantheons of a world I've been working on since late high school. It's weird and confusing, I'm making little mood/image boards of sorts so I can narrow down their designs, aesthetics, vibes, etc. Most I'll explain is that the ones I'm working on all the Gods are based off different artistic mediums (god of clay and pottery, god of glassblowing/stained glass /blacksmithing, god of the 2D and cave art, god of destruction/experimental/multi media , gods of leather/weaving/fashion, gods of music and sound, etc etc )
(two of my projs (one i just finished and one currently) for school are environments based off my world building lol)
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Tags and Verses
NATHAN ROYAL SCOTT
Nathan ✖ (Aesthetics)
Nathan ✖ (Thoughts)
Nathan ✖ (Character Development)
Nathan ✖ (Crack)
Nathan ✖ (Headcanons)
Nathan ✖ (Photos)
Nathan ✖ (Verses)
BIOGRAPHY:
Nathan Scott was raised to never want anything, as the son of Dan and Deb Scott. But, life wasn't always perfect. He knew his father had a bastard so, and he hated the kid, because he existed. He knew they were only several months apart, and he just hated him. It wasn't like they traveled in the same circles though. Nathan was popular, head of the basketball team, propular girlfriend. But, that didn't mean he didn't make him miserable when he could.
It wasn't all easy though. His fa her was obsessed with his basketball career, since the time he could dribble a basketball. He wasn't stupid. He knew it was more about his dad, than it was about him. His family was pretty much crazy.
His life got even crazier when his 'brother' joined the basketball team and he made his life hell for it, only easing off, when he promised Haley James he'd ease off, if she tutored him. He'd made a bet he could get with her. But, he hadn't expected her to make such an impression on him. Everything kind of changed, after that.
His parents decided to divorce, and sick of them trying to put him in the middle, he emancipated himself. He and Lucas get along on off weeks, and he and Haley, well that was another story. It was normal to get married in high school, right? Everyone said he changed, and maybe they were right...until she left and went on the road. He reverted to before and even when she returned, he was hard on her, and Lucas both.
Eventually, he worked it out with them all, but things are never easy with his life, and he didn't always make the best choices. But one thing was good, for sure and that was holding his baby son for the first time, on his graduation day.
In college, he went all-American and nearly lost it all a few years later, when he went through a glass window, and hurt his back. But over time, he got it back, and with the support of his family, finally made the NBA. But sometimes, dreams changes and ability to hold his family becomes more important.
[PLOTTED AU THINGS ARE AVAILABLE. THIS IS JUST HIS GENERAL BIO]
VERSES:
I have never had a dad who wished I was a stain on a bed sheet
Nathan Scott, younger son of Dan Scott, or if you ask Dan or Nathan, only son of Dan Scott, is pretty much the star of the Tree Hill Ravens basketball team. He's popular, has an attitude, and has been known to bully people. The thing he hates most: the existence of his father's bastard son, Lucas. What Nathan didn't anticipate was his effort to get under Lucas skin after he joined the team, to change his whole life.
I already know my future
The last thing that Nathan would have imagined a year ago, is that he would be married, and that he and Lucas would be friends, and even brothers? But, he's trying to navigate it the best he can, and deal with basketball. But, the pressure from his dad hasn't gone away, despite being emancipated. Being married this young isn't as easy as it looks, and there's this asshole singer who is giving him a bad feeling, who seems to be 'helping' Haley.
Like a man possessed
Married or not, he still didn't always handle things the best, and well, neither did Haley. First, she went on tour, and he went completely off the deep end. But, it just got worse. He was self-destructing and fast. She reappeared the night before he left for High Flyers for the summer, and he didn't know how to handle it, so he didn't.
The roots are still there. It just takes time.
Senior year is starting. He is Captain of the Tree Hill Ravens. His game is looking better than ever. Everything should be going great, except it wasn't. He still was married, and...he didn't know if he wanted a divorce...wanted to be married...wanted to punch Lucas, or drive another race car into another wall. He'd tried reverting to the old Nathan Scott before, and it hadn't really worked. Now, he was trying to co-exist in the same town as Haley, who kept saying she wasn't going anywhere. But, he didn't know if he could trust her. He and Lucas were still at odds, despite the fact that deep down, he knew it wasn't Lucas' fault that she'd left. He was slowly letting her back in, but it would take time, among other things. This year would be one he would never forget though, one of loss, pain, and new life.
All-American
Getting into college wasn't easy for Nathan. The mess with point shaving, to try to pay back Dante, had made him unappealing to Duke, and so many other schools. If it wasn't for Whitey, he wouldn't be playing ball anywhere. He wound up playing for Whitey, with Lucas as Assistant Coach at Gilmore University, while he and Haley worked to balance school, life and raising their baby, James Lucas Scott. Eventually, Nathan transfers to University of Maryland, College Park, where he was a First-Team All American.
I am not good at being vulnerable.
During the next several years, Nathan continues to work towards the NBA, even getting a shoe deal. It is looking like he is going to be drafted to the Seattle Sonics, but it all changed when he got into a fight, that led to him getting thrown through a window, and losing feeling in his legs. He felt like everything had been taken from him, and he started drinking all the time, depressed. Over time and realizing he needs to be there for Haley and Jamie, he is able to stand up and try to work his way back, even working with a troubled teen on Lucas' basketball team. But, things never stay easy in his life and his comeback was difficult, as was his life at home, due to problems with the nanny, his father and many other things. He tries to face things as a family, but sometimes, things are hard.
I got called up.
After trying slamball and nearly injuring himself again, Nathan makes the D-Team Charleston Chiefs. He faces yet more adversity, as the player with the current #23 tells him that he's not just going to let him walk on the team. He butts heads with a couple of the players, but eventually, he finally gets his call up to the Charlotte Bobcats, finally making it to the NBA.
You have saved me so many times.
Life as an NBA player is not a bad life to have. Nathan Scott worked hard to get there, and it's nice playing in Charlotte, since he gets to be close to family, unless he's on the road. His agent has become like family and he really likes being a Bobcat, and likes watching Jamie grow. As he gets closer to a contract year, he's not hearing what he wants to hear and he's starting to get worried about it. It doesn't help that some woman is claiming to be pregnant with his child. His father manages to get her to admit she's lying, but even in the midst of everything, Haley's mom dies, and at the last moment, Clay gets him a contract to stay in Charlotte and overjoyed at Haley being pregnant, he doesn't initially tell her that the doctors think he doesn't have that much time left, with his back.
I will be leaving the game of basketball.
After Clay is shot, Nathan leaves camp and he tells Haley about his back. He wants to try to be an organ donor, even if he is not a match. He makes the hard decision to put basketball behind him. Once Clay recovers, he helps him with the new agency, and tries his hand at being a sports agent, and turns out to be a pretty good one. Life seems to be okay, even without basketball, well unless you count, getting kidnapped and nearly murdered. He was able to make peace with his dad, who died saving his life. But, he thinks it all might be okay. He's got a great family, and he doesn't hate this sports agent thing, but maybe, he'll take a vacation for a bit.
Someday is today.
Life continues in the Scott home, as Jamie and Lydia grow up. Nathan continues to work with Clay, and Nathan proves to be a good, loving father, and hasn't nearly gotten murdered recruiting athletes again. When his son passes his scoring record, he's proud of him.
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after reading @ryo-maybe 's recs, compiling my own rider recommendations/breakdowns, in chronological order of release, with the general approach of 'here's what you may enjoy' and 'here's what people love/remember it for'. den-o onwards to zi-o cause I need to rewatch the older ones tbh. I've watched all of these myself once, and (barring ghost) with @stuffman-main and @icedfairy so you can poke them for opinions too probably.
>den-o
the first 'comedy' rider that really leaned into its mascots, so much so that said mascots are kind of still around to this day like 15 years later. this tends to give the wrong impression though, because den-o still takes a surprisingly deep and melancholic look at its themes of existential dread and being remembered. it's a generally fun time that'll also pull at your heartstrings at surprising times, and takeru satoh (of current ruroken live action fame) really does portray the growth of the protagonist from a complete non-person into a still-nervous-but-will-throw-down hero nicely.
>kiva
oh I absolutely agree with the general consensus of crazy aesthetic (fucking STAINED GLASS VAMPIRES?) but whack-ass writing, but as my first rider I have a big soft spot for it. it was also the first rider I watched together with stuffman-main and iced-fairy as an introduction to deeper weeb enjoyment. make no mistake, kiva is deep in the late 2000s sauce of plot via lack of communication, but at the same time it's still kind of charming how earnest it is about it? it's just 100% vampire melodrama inside a kamen rider. and also the time period gimmick is, in retrospect, one of the weirdest and most ambitious plot threads toei's ever tried. I can't even straight say I recommend kiva, but if you can stick around after they only really get better. (fun fact with kiva: the default suit was so fucking heavy BECAUSE IT HAD ACTUAL METAL CAUSE THEY WANTED NATURAL CHAIN JINGLING that they had to introduce the super mode like a dozen episodes early or else the suit actor was literally going to be crushed)
>decade
anniversary series. meme origin point.
>w
I think if any series really leans into its subgenre the most, it's a toss-up between W and Exaid, but W is way more universally loved. it's a tight noir experience, the duos done so well that it'd fuck with rider writing for multiple series to come (for better or worse). the way it plays with its supporting cast really makes the city feel alive in a way that makes it as easy to love Fuuto as much as shotaro does. the rider tropes themselves are also handled very well, with little arbitrary power ups or alt forms, and an absolutely unheard of total of two riders, period, until you go into side materials. and the writing very much benefits from its ability to focus on them to the exclusion of anyone else. extremely easy recommendation, and its 2 episode format also makes it very easy to watch in short sessions.
>ooo
where W lives and dies by its two-episoders, OOOs uses it to support the developing relationship between protag and 'mascot' while also pursuing a much more ambitious overarching metaplot. the nonlinear nature of the belt/suit 'upgrades' leads to an pretty exciting shuffle of transformation trinkets between the protagonist and villains; you never quite know who has what, and in that sense it's almost closer to a rider royale with how the characters jockey for the macguffins. eiji's also a generally very refreshing protagonist who will still do Dumb things, but not Stupid things, and that's a fine line to walk/write I appreciate a lot.
>fourze
anything I could say ryo(?)'s already said. it's just fun. it's very different from a lot of other riders though in that you won't see the same emotional ups and downs in the plot you would elsewhere. gentaro's just immune to that shit.
>wizard
oof. I'm going to be bold here and say I find haruto, the protag, fine. lots of people say he's boring and one note, which I disagree with; he shows a fair amount of subtle growth as a person over the course of the series. nito, the side rider, is also great. aesthetics are also great fun. but wizard is absolutely STRANGLED by its one note supporting cast, a peanut gallery full of drag-you-to-the-lake-bed cement that's just impossible to care about. if you can deal with the generic kid's show level of eyeroll carry-on cast, you'll probably have an okay time here.
>gaim
gaim gaim gaim. oh gaim. I love you so much. and this is contingent on spoilers, but, I think urobuchi plots honestly fine if there's a happy ending. and there is, because SPOILERS that facilitate post-series xovers. like of all the ways we've seen urobuchi wank about the cruelty of the system, the futility of struggling against it, and the tragedy of life, gaim's protagonists arguably end up doing a lot more to win despite it. and also I find the thought of urobuchi simmering in his dark little corner because toei forced him to write a happy ending really, REALLY funny. can't recommend unless you're in the mood for urobuchi though.
>drive
honestly? drive is one of the most inoffensive riders. nothing really wrong about it. it leans into its subgenre a lot in the vein of W, so if you're in the mood for a cop show with androids and robots it'll do you good. the protag is also a tall drink of water. definitely a fine starting point.
>ghost
oh god. no. by this point in the time line, the 'cool rider=sucky show' meme is really in full force. there's really not a lot I can write on ghost that hasn't been said by other people, but in short it's just very one note with very shallow characters, and a lot of shoehorned merchandising that messes with what little coherence there is (the super form is a seperate belt all on its own, never used by anything else. why???).
>exaid
again, ryo(?) has me covered here. worth pointing out though, ex-aid is a perfect otome game cast: clumsy good boy with some spice to him, tragic serious elite genius, jokey lovable trickster, abrasive jerk with heart of gold. so that's fun.
>build
build's AMBITIOUS. the conspiracy/amnesia plot goes deep, and it almost forsakes a monster of the week and all the tropes attached to that entirely. whether it lands the plot is up to debate but at the very least the characters are all very well realized and live. they all struggle with 'who am I' in their personal ways, and the way they clash up against each other (ESPECIALLY the villains) is exciting.
>zi-o
another anniversary series.
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@max1461
So I’m also a secular atheist, but unlike you, I find myself drawn to that sort of neopagan gaia-worship , polytheist pansychist twisted east-Asian mishmash , shamanism, get high and try to talk to dolphins shit, And I’m … not really trying to persuade as much as get to an understanding,
Ok so getting the queer stuff out of the way first, I’m a gay guy, and Abrahamic religion sucks for that, like not just regular level “ of-course these lessons from this ancient society condone genocide and patriarchy and shit” I mean in the sense that homophobia* was just not a thing before , that thousands of years of “civilization” existed before some cranks in the levant Invented it , and the fact we just act like this make sense, some people really seem to treat homophobia as some primordial bad condition like tribalism and sexism as a natural default state of civilizations, feels bad, some people hyper-fixate on demons or stain-glass windows of Jesus or whatever and get their queer hands all over it , I look back on history and go. “ we’ve existed long before and will exist long after you” and like to think of this Abraham shit as a passing fad.
* This is long enough already, but your arguments otherwise are stupid and bad, your generally holding queer relationships to an impossible standard you can’t hold the straight relationships of the time to, and the nuances were highly varied in the greco-roman world let alone further afield. I would explain more but this is a tangent.
I’m also sort of Buddhist brained, “stoicism” is sometimes treated as the western equivalent of secular-Buddhism, but it didn’t catch on, or was warped into “ Tough Men don’t have feelings” nonsense, so yeah, Budhist philosophy speaks to me as someone low on drive and who cares about suffering and doesn’t really like existence.
Now polytheist stuff
I don’t believe in gods, but gods make more sense than A God. Because things that they’re are only one in the vague category of are rare, and because a bunch of lower power level spirits causing shit better explaisn stuff like “ the problem of evil” or “ conflict existing”
But There is more to it than that
Cause, when Y*hw*h became the only god, he didn’t really go from “ storm god” to “ god of everything” , he became the god of nothing
Gods are the personifications of complex phenomena , especially natural ones, Y*hw*h became the one God, but he did not become Mother Gaia, or the panpsychist universe as god, he became an empty god of nothing, a god with no sacred groves or springs or caves, not a god of the earth that we grow our food in and must tend, the world become mankind’s plaything he gave us,nothing sacred or special, just a toy to have fun breaking , his worship only in buildings with closed walls, not the open builds of Roman temples, monuments to mankind
And I’m a nature loving hippy, Ive tried to rationalize it https://placeholderatthemoment.substack.com/p/conservation-as-compassion-a-101 but it’s also an aesthetic preference, it is something that speaks deeply, ( largely cause its been the only alternative given to Conquer Everything and Everyone to Subjugate as part of Mans Domain since forever) , and I’m not a fan of noble-savagery, that sort of thing is very exaggerated, but I think there’s a tiny grain of truth that Abrahamism encourages a destructive approach to nature , and this callus attitudes against nature and wildlife seem to have peaked with the victorians, who defended over exploitation by saying god can always make more,
The last thing is… I low key think polytheism is reasonably likely , Here Me Out
So “ Who is sentient” is litteraly the Hard problem, very hard to tell, generally I include animals with centralized nervous systems ( bilaterians and clown jellies and box jellies) and exclude the rest, but there is some murkiness, I think there’s a reasonable possibility coral or even non animal stuff lime slime-molds are sentient , and also mycorrhizal networks
Now that’s not me saying “ the plant” or “ the fungus” is sentient, I thing thats negligible, but the entire system, all the fungi and roots together, of large numbers of organisms of many species, passing electrical and chemical signals between each other, I give it like a 10-20% chance
Now its wouldn’t be the tree that’s sentient, or the fungi sentient. This isn’t your bog-standard sentient organism, this is something that is sentient, but isn’t an organism , this is quite literally/ the spirit of the forest/ AKA a forest god, this is just the most obvious example of a type of god that might exist, their is a good chance there are more
Yeah so that’s my mishmash of why that sort of shit appeals / speak-to me, even if most of is is anti scientific non sense I don’t believe :)
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