#[ my time is gold ] queue

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Thank you to everyone supporting the “it’s a body suit but it’s the angel equivalent of nude colored” agenda.

You understood the assignment. Best of both worlds.

[my-screenshot-dump]

[damnation-if]

Hey, so i really love this story, but i got a few questions regarding the Customization options of the snake and bear species?

Why is the bear special skincolor 'pinkish' when most brears have a dark skin tone under their fur?

And wouldn't it also make sense to give the snakes the options of a brown or green or dark green skin tone, cause a good amount of snakes in reallife do have this color sheme going for them.

But this is just a honest question, and i could also be wrong with a few things i said there, and i also want you to know that this is no hate in any form cause i really really like this whole story and the different options of creatures we can be as a demon...anyways much love <3

ah, well the simple answer is that the special skin colours and the special animal forms aren't actually intended to really be linked in any way. i did a pretty in-depth explanation of the visual cc elements in this post, but i'll attempt to clarify here anyway: they're more like different symptoms of the sin aspect that the player ends up picking rather than intended to be associated - because you can still choose the special skin colour conferred by the sin, while choosing a different animal form more loosely associated with any other sin as well (or the special animal form conferred by the sin and a normal human skin colour).

this is mostly just because if i did try to match colour schemes with animals... most of them would just be brown lmfao. most animals irl are not super gaudy, but i wanted to give that tiefling kind of feel of bright primary colour skintones if people were interested in that. it does mean that there are colour options you can put together that are pretty weird, like green-skinned lions, but i wrote in a few sentences mentioning how ridiculous those kinds of combos are and decided to let the players go ham anyway XD if people want to play a green-skinned lion or a bright golden raccoon or a pink scorpion then who am i to stop them?

i think gold-skinned peacock is the duo i've seen chosen most often in combination so far haha (and i heartily approve!) i hope this makes sense and helps answer your questions!

[quorras]

two-ish months later and im still very amused by my reaction to hearing end of line when in line for power/run :]

(dont repost the video please thanks!!)

[m1d-45]

Truth to be told, I was not a huge fan of the SAGAU. I just thought it was a bit of a wasted potential, the themes just being played around in my opinion (everyone can like whatever) BUT then I came across your writing? Yes, I think I've grown rather fond toward it now. It was like finding gold in a mine... Words put together intricately, so beautifully, the symbolism subtle if not one squints to recognize, and just... *chef's kiss*

Very in love with your work ❤ have a great day/night, ty for bringing new light on the SAGAU for me!

thank you so much <33 i’m glad to know i’ve interested you in the genre, and though i can’t point you in any directions, i do reccomend you poke around a bit more online! there are a lot of great writers around, and i’m grateful you think i’m one of them!

enjoy your stay!

[zombeesknees]

#as tom hardy recently said so eloquently: ‘where’s the wretch’ - MUST be pathetic in some way or gfto #robby benson understood the assignment

Director Kirk Wise, screenwriter Linda Woolverton, and actor Robby Benson on casting the Beast [x]

They gave me an incredible amount of freedom. I didn't want Beast to be a cartoon character. I played it as though I were doing a Broadway show. As if this was a living person. And I wanted him to be funny. By funny, I don't mean shtick or one-liners. I am talking about real comedy. When real comedy works, and is truthful, especially with the Beast, it comes out of the fact that he is so pathetic. For some reason, I really understood that. Ha! Because of that, they gave me a lot of leeway. [x]

My first audition was recorded on, of all things, a Sony Walkman. As a musician, I had branched out into recording engineer and loved to play with sound. When I saw the Sony Walkman I knew it had a little condenser microphone in it, and if I were to get too loud, the automatic compressor and built-in limiter would 'squash' the voice— and there would be very little dynamic range to the performance. I did a quick assessment and wondered how many people who had come in to audition for the part were making that error: playing the Beast with overwhelming decibels, compressing the vocal waveforms. I decided to give the Beast 'range.' Because of my microphone technique, and an understanding of who I wanted Beast to be, they kept asking me to come back and read different dialogue. After my fifth audition, Jeffrey Katzenberg the hands-on guardian of the film, said the part was mine…

Beauty and the Beast was so refreshingly fun and inventively creative to work on that I couldn't wait to try new approaches to every line of dialogue. Don Hahn is one of the best creative producers I have ever worked with. The two young directors, Kirk Wise and Gary Trousdale, were fantastic and their enthusiasm was contagious. I not only was allowed to improvise, but they encouraged it. It never entered my mind that I was playing an animated creature. I understood the torment that Beast was going through: he felt ugly; had a horrible opinion of himself, and had a trigger-temper. Those are things that, if done right, are the perfect ingredients for comedy. Painful and pathetic comedy— but honest. The kind of comedy I understood...

In the feature world of Disney animation, the actors always recorded their dialogue alone in a big studio, with only a microphone and the faint images of the producers, writers, directors and engineer through a double-paned set of acoustic glass. Paige O'Hara and I became good friends; it was her idea that for certain very intimate scenes, such as when Beast is dying, we record together. We were able to play these scenes with an honest conviction that is often absent in the voice-over world...

The success of this film was the culmination of a team effort but I must say, the honors go to the animators— and for me (Beast), that's Glen Keane — and to Howard Ashman and Alan Menken. This was the perfect example of a crew who 'cared'. And the final results (every frame) of the film represent that sentiment. [x]

[the-deadlock-south]

love how i keep saying i dont play mercy but she's my fourth most-played hero

[x-terminatcr]

//tag drop

[get-shakespeared-nerd]

most wondrous job trapping me in the obelisk, asshole. real 'riginal

great job Trapping me in the obelisk, asshole. real original

[nopoodles]

Someone remind me that it's a good idea to present my stuff in a professional manner as an author.

Someone tell me that putting the work into changing titles for my short stories so all the series specific ones follow a set title structure is worth it because readers will have an easier time finding them.

Even if it means updating all my links... Again.

[zombeesknees]

#can’t fully describe the marvellous whiplash of saturday morning cartoons in the 90s #when you’d get like hanna barbera goofiness and then maybe gummi bears #and then this opening started up with that grandiose orchestral theme #and the storyline would be ‘man poisons people with psychotropic hallucinogens’ #or ‘man kidnaps homeless people en masse to a forced labour camp’ #or ‘protagonist’s friend has a massive nervous breakdown and develops an alter ultraviolent persona’ #and that’s just season 1 #i mean it is a show for kids and it’s still 20 easily-digestible minutes but those are all very real episode plots #like wake up kids it’s 8am TIME FOR NOIR

Batman: The Animated Series - an iconic opening

[detergentdegradation]

Stoned, listening to Ultraviolence… I’m doing so good 🤡🤠

[ariestess]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Cursed Hyperion Heights (Once Upon a Time), Established Relationship, Light Dom/sub, tit fucking, Praise Kink, Punishment and Reward, kinktober 2023 Series: Part 14 of Sweet and Tangy, Part 2 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Roni has disobeyed her Daddy's rules and now must take her punishment like a good girl.

[hedgehog-moss]

Today felt like the last day of summer... I spent a long time following a little stream, looking for the spot where I'd found wild currants last year. They had clearly moved to a different spot, or maybe I'm just bad at finding things again because the only landmarks my brain finds worth remembering are stuff like "there were two baby cows to the left" or "there was a majestic hawk perched on a fencepost." I did know the currants grew near a waterfall that's near a little hamlet, and (unlike the baby cows) both were still here one year later.

Half an hour into our quest Pandolf had decided we must be looking for water, so he stopped like "Here!!" every time he found a noteworthy watery spot, it was very sweet.

Eventually I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to find my favourite berries this year, and I went back to the road—and found raspberries instead! The last ones of the summer...

I was like "I accept this consolation prize, world, thank you" and had started picking raspberries when I heard soft dainty footsteps on the road behind me. On reflex I said "Bonjour !" as I was turning around and then realised I'd just said bonjour to this lady:

She walked up to me like she was about to ask me for directions, but then went right past me and walked on with the same purposeful air.

She stopped to admire the view above the waterfall like an old lady on her routine evening walk, then she was on her way.

Pandolf and I went in the opposite direction, to go home, and we soon found another pony who was clearly the first one's pasture mate. This one was in her pasture and she looked sad and abandoned (and/or outraged). She kept pacing and then stopping behind the fence and whinnying.

After we crossed the hamlet we saw a guy on his tractor on the road—he was on his way to a pasture where you could see a little herd of cows who had formed an orderly queue in front of their milking parlour. It was evening milking time and the ladies knew it.

Cows queue like British citizens, I mean very politely and patiently, but still I didn't want to keep them waiting so I hesitated to stop the guy to tell him about the fugitive. I chose the compromise of trotting besides his tractor to give him the news, and the tractor was very loud so he couldn't hear me well and I had to sort of convey the concept of escaped ponyhood with hand gestures. The guy looked in the direction I was indicating and then nodded and moved his arms in a philosophical gesture of total acceptance, like, "Such is life." Or maybe it was "Not my pony, not my problem."

I on the other hand feel a deep sense of community with people who have escape artist animals, so I ended up turning back to see if I could at least orient the pony in the vague direction of her pasture. I found her at a crossroads, wondering where tonight's walk would take her.

When I tried to go around her and shoo her back in the right direction, she went off the road and down by the stream, which wasn't the plan, and Pandolf happily followed her then barked at me like "hey!! water!!" Our search for water had ended but I followed them to humour him—and! I found some wild currants! down by the little bridge that the pony was waiting for me to notice like some mystical guide.

There were no actual berries to be found, I'm a bit too late for that, but I got some cuttings to transplant near my house and since I thought I was going to go home empty-handed it made me feel successful anyway.

So maybe the pony saw me meandering near her pasture looking for currants and decided to escape so she could help me out. A criminal with a heart of gold. If I'd walked by the bridge I might have seen the currants without her help because, guess what, last year's hawk, Guardian of the Gooseberries, was still there on his fencepost nearby. What a good landmark! But I wouldn't have walked by the bridge without the pony's prompting as I had already given up on my search, so she did escape for a good cause.

I tried to use the currants as bait to attract the pony (let's call her Mrs Berry) towards her pasture, but after I pulled the leaves out of her reach for the third time I lost her trust and she stopped paying attention to me. So I had to go back to the good old method to make shetland ponies move, i.e. walk behind her and occasionally pretend-kick in the direction of her bum, the way you'd shepherd a reticent pigeon.

Her friend looked pretty indifferent upon seeing her again, so I think she wasn't whinnying out of worry but because she's a Pirlouit (a snitch).

I opened the pasture gate but Mrs Berry had absolutely no intention of going home so early. She went in the opposite direction, for a little stroll around her hamlet. (Look at Pandolf merrily leading the way! He loves escape artist animals, he thinks they're so much more fun than everybody else.)

Nobody was home in the house by the pasture and I decided to let Mrs Berry stroll, now that she was no longer on the road walking away towards the distant horizon. I figured she must be a Pampérigouste, a known local personage who goes out for an adventure every now and then. We let her have her harmless fun in the two and a half streets of her little village, and since we had lost some time following this pony round, the sun was now quite low and Pan was all prettily backlit as he frolicked on the way home <3

[streetslost]

         ARMS STRETCHED WIDE, taking in the sunlight even if the long sleeves of over-worn sweater guarded her from the direct touch. still, the warmth seeped through and tickled her flesh, enticing her to draw in a sharp and sudden breath, almost as though it BURNED. really, there was just that sensation of confusion with the feeling of being alive. of physical experiences that weren't pain, numbness, hunger, frustration... a simple thing; feeling the embrace of the light. yet, it was a moment she had to cling to even in the midst of chaotic conversation with her unusual being.

       a f r i e n d? could such a phrase apply to him by this point? the street rat wasn't certain. what even constituted a friend? was it merely trust, was it an enjoyment of presence, was it knowing deep secrets? what sort of connection was required for such a label, or was it the sort of assignment that was ever-changing depending on the person, the circumstance, the need. a stranger could be a friend if they assisted you for a moment but never even revealed their name... but the person you had hung out with every day for years was also a friend. different types, perhaps, different reasons. cat was almost timid to address anyone with any sort of compassion beyond acquaintance at best. if only because being l e f t, forgotten, unwanted by such a shallow figure didn't cut so sharp. she could feel indifference.

                            but a friend felt heavier.

         "hm..." acknowledgement to his response, contemplating the words and insinuations in her mind. she wasn't intelligent by book standards, but there was an intuition about her for reading others. not the sort that allowed her to know depths from a mere glance, but she tended to gather the subtle clues. lies or uncertainties... when there was MORE to a story or a need to shut off engagement entirely. she could tell she wouldn't be gathering any details, but there came one other inquiry to her chest that sat there and burned.

                           did she want to know the answer?

        "did you actually murder anyone... or did you just... fail to save 'em?" some might not have spotted a difference, she figured. but cat would see a glaring spark of conflict. the INTENTIONS mattered. though perhaps such things played far stronger to the minds of someone who felt as though no one had ever tried to save her ( not since a long, long time ago... ). it was a feeling she missed.

                              that someone even cared enough to try. 

{➹} – OVER THE YEARS the hedgehog knew he had left quite a bit to be desired for Cat. Part of that was undoubtedly his not wanting to put a damper on their meetings by recalling the events that had made up his life, made him who he was. Another part was that he simply wasn’t good about talking about himself, convinced not many people really cared and were just looking for a story. Not to mention his life had been far from rainbows and butterflies until recently, full of things he would rather not think about if he didn’t have to.

Yet, he also realized that he might have known more about Cat, inferred or not, than she did about him. And that was hardly fair.

“Specifically? It ranges from the usual praise, putting me on a pedestal like people have been for years, t’ things as simple as I’m a murderer.” There was a bitterness in his voice as he said the last word, though it was marked with a hurt as well as he shook his head. “’S a long story, but things got bad back home, an’ I couldn’t stop them from getting worse until we…lost a lot of people. People blamed me, and still do.”

And the thing was, he couldn’t blame some of those people either. They had lost family, loved ones, and had to watch as the hero had come back to life thanks to extraneous events and they didn’t. He got to live, while they died. And that was his greatest regret about it all. But it was hardly a conversation he wanted Cat to think about. Not for fear of judgement, but because it was a lengthy story, too many parts to recall in a single afternoon.

“I can’t argue there, but ’s part of the reason I did what I did. It may just be one small thing, but at least I know my daughter and the kids coming int’ the world now won’t have t’ deal with what I did,” he said matter of factly, but still offered a sort of sympathetic smile to Cat as she wandered. “Of course I know ’s not the case everywhere. I wish it were different, who knows what the worlds would be like then.”