#Creative Suite

[rajco1]

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[lucybellwood]

I’m reminded of Bernard Suits’ definition of playing a game, which is also my favorite definition of art-making: “the voluntary attempt to overcome unnecessary obstacles.”

— Austin Kleon, Getting in and out of trouble

[theswedishpajas]

FINALLY breaking myself free from the chains that are rendered Fords… STANLEY, MY LOVE, I AM HERE TO AT LAST APPRECIATE YOUR FACE HOW IT DESERVES!!!!!

[jellynotbees]

Alright Narinder says no more bunny

(Click for better quality if necessary I never know if its gonna be blurry or not)

[worm-on-my-way]

quit looking at him!!

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[seventh-district]

Figured I'd try my hand at some Redacted character post/text edits!

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Credit to @/sainthowlzon for all the Listener icons, and to @/elisacaleisa for their google drive with all the canon icons!

(slightly alternative version of the Solaires' GC edit below the cut bc i had a lil too much fun with what Vincent would name his contacts)

[strawberrylemonwedge]

headcanon that rather than disobeying the lan clan’s strict sleep schedule like staying up late or waking up late like you might expect of him, Lan Jingyi does rest at hai time and rise at mao time like any Lan but in the most chaotic and inelegant way. Hai time rolls around and he is instantly out, like just nods off in the middle of a conversation while still standing mouth hanging open

the number of times Sizhui has had to move him to his bed in their dorm after Jingyi falls asleep sprawled on the floor, or frantically yank him out of a bath before he drowns, Ouyang Zizhen will catch his head before it falls into his plate of food, Jin Ling ends up having to carry him on his back to the nearest inn when they’re out of town

and yeah he wakes up at mao time but he wakes up like an explosion and is instantly bursting with energy. Before Sizhui can even fully open his eyes, Jingyi is halfway through a monologue at full volume, he’s bouncing off the walls, 75% of his day’s productivity is happening right after he wakes up

bonus points if this very noticeably does Not happen during a serious battle or night hunt and people start to think he’s doing it on purpose but Sizhui will tell you no he’s just Like That

[raineandsky]

#133

Fourteen years ago, the hero—barely twelve years old and several years from considering being a hero—knocked on their neighbour’s door with their basket in hand and the smile of a kid about to eat their weight in sweets on their face.

The door was barely open before the hero was shouting, “Trick or treat!”

“Oh!” their neighbour exclaimed as she opened the door. “What’re you dressed as, hon?”

The hero pouted dramatically. This was the question they’d been answering all night—how could no one see it? “I’m [Superhero].”

Their neighbour laughed and produced a bowl of sweets, the wrappers glittering like gold under the porch light. “Of course you are! Well, take your pick, [Superhero].”

The temptation to dig their entire hand into that delicious ocean of chocolate was almost irresistible. The hero swiped the top sweet to push that temptation down, not even looking at what it was before dropping it into their own basket. “Thanks!”

Their neighbour said her goodbyes as the hero hopped back down onto the path, letting themself out the gate and heading for the next house.

A flicker of white moved in the bushes next to the hero. Their gaze snapped to the side, scanning through the leaves for the culprit. Then, like a mist of horror and death, a ghost drifted straight through the bushes towards them.

The hero yelped, shaking several sweets from their basket as they leapt back. It hovered just in front of them, the sheet over its head floating slightly, eye-holes cut in to show the hero their distant gaze.

A real, actual ghost. Fear gripped their throat and glued their feet to the ground. No, think—what would the superhero do?

They cleared their throat, putting on the bravest face they could, and said, “Nice costume.”

The ghost didn’t respond. It simply stared at them with dead, far-off eyes. An actor, the hero decided. It’s not real. Just someone that’s really embodying the spirit of Halloween.

They tried a smile that probably looked more pained than they’d hoped. “Super realistic,” they continued into the quiet. “Did you make it yourself?”

The hero reached out to run a hand over the bottom of the ghost’s sheet, only to find their fingers phased straight through it. They paused for a moment, staring wide-eyed at their hand passing right through this supposedly solid object, before hurriedly pulling it back.

“Whoa,” the hero whispered. “Are… are you, like… dead?”

The ghost said nothing. It only continued to stare at them. The sheet floated around them like the hero hadn’t ever disturbed it.

“Um. Okay.” The hero shuffled nervously, glancing at their destination down the street. “Very cool. See you ‘round, anyway.”

They casually wandered to the next house along. They glanced over their shoulder at the gate and, seeing that the ghost was gone, swiftly abandoned their sweet hunt and ran all the way home.

-

“On Clarence Street?” the hero asks indignantly. “Fourteen years ago? That was you?”

The villain laughs brightly from where the hero has hastily tied them to a desk chair. “And you were the one dressed like [Superhero]? The only kid I couldn’t scare the chocolate out of? Oh, this rivalry was destined.”

The hero can feel their face scrunching up in annoyance. The whole process of seeing a ghost, researching the paranormal, feeling bad that someone was lingering after death, wanting to shape a world people could leave peacefully, taking on heroism in their career. All their life decisions had sprouted from that one moment when they were twelve, and it was the villain’s goddamn fault.

The hero takes a step back to resist the urge to punch them. “How’d you do it?”

“Projector.” The villain looks particularly proud, like they’re explaining how their most recent invention works. “It was one of the first real evil things I planned myself. I think it was the start of my career, that night.”

The hero scowls. “Makes two of us.”

“Be honest,” the villain starts with a grin, “did I getcha?”

The scowl only deepens. The hero doesn’t like the truth, but they’re not a liar. “A bit.”

Another laugh, entirely too proud of the stunt they pulled off over a decade ago. “Happy Halloween, [Superhero].”

[hallowclave]

Small but knowing wxs

[lesbianmeyrin]

[dxmxuse]

As a writer, the thought of being paid $260 for helping write a show that has over 12.8 billion minutes viewed is sickening. The writers strike is absolutely crucial for the future of script writing, I can’t see anyone in this generation wanting to work for so little when the workload and potential payout is so massive

[xo-o-o-o-o-o-o]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆birthday suit | s.jy⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

you ask your boyfriend what he wants for his birthday, and his answer is "you".

pairings: dom!reader x switch!jake

warnings: emotionally charged smut, oral (m receiving), subby jake, soft dom reader, inexperienced jake, jake has a praise kink (me? projecting on jake? nah...), slight humiliation. mix of fluff and smut <3. sizeable amount of plot. not proofread sorry!

word count: 1.1k

notes: ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆happy birthday jake!⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

MINORS DNI

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it was your boyfriends 23rd birthday, and in order to make today extra special for him, you had planned a day for the two of you to just go out to a park, have a picnic, and play around with layla for a while before a dinner reservation you had booked later. the only thing you didn't have planned? his present.

you had asked him several times before what he had wanted, but he assured you he wanted nothing. you knew jake better than that though, he always loved to be pampered, but often struggled to voice what he wanted, but you didn't want to pressure him, so how you were here, with no idea of what he wanted. you had originally wanted to give him a special surprise at night, but even though you two had been going steady for a few months, the two of you hadn't made it much farther than making out, often with any thoughts of progressing further ending with jake running off to the bathroom to finish the job himself. it was okay though, you knew your boyfriend was inexperienced and it was just so endearing to you.

and so, texts were sent between you two until he finally cracked.

______________________________________________________________

jake

i don't want anything. i swear.

you

but i want to spoil u today

jake

fine

i want you

*the previous message has been deleted*

you

i saw that babe

jake

shit

______________________________________________________________

with that decided, you couldn't wait for tonight; and neither could jake.

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dinner was delicious, the steak cooked to perfection, the wine light and fruity as it slid down out of the flute glass and into your throat. the cherry colored lip tint you had applied so carefully earlier remained on the glass. the conversation was nice and you were reminded with every laugh why you loved jake so much. you finished the meal with soft serve ice cream over slices of cherry pie, and when jake saw the ice cream around your mouth, he almost popped a boner right then and there. he had to fight his mind to not start thinking dirty thoughts. you saw him muttering to himself and chuckled.

"you're so cute jake.... you know that right?"

"i um..." jake blushed redder than the cherry pie "thank you."

you just smiled "of course." and then you saw the tent starting to form in his pants "awww... does my baby have a thing for praise?"

if it was possible for jake to go any redder, he would have spontaneously combusted. he got up to take care of his "little problem" in the bathroom, but you grabbed his hand.

"i'll get the check and i can help you out when we get home."

he sat there, red in the face, hoping the server who came over to bring their check didn't see the protruding peak in his nice dress pants.

the car ride back to your shared apartment was tense, and jake started to palm himself through his pants, thinking your wouldn't notice because you were too focused on the road, but you noticed. you let it go, mostly because you knew he wouldn't cum with you there, so he essentially edged himself for the 15 minute car ride back home. you got into the house, and immediately started kissing him, cherry lip tint mixed with the faint taste of alcohol still on his tongue. you broke the kiss and he already looked so fucked out- his eyes slightly cloudy with blown out irises and his lips reddened both from the kissing and from your lip tint. he looked down at his boner, and it looked so painful.

"baby, can i help you with this?" you asked while gently stroking his upper thighs

he just nodded vigorously "just... check in?"

you kissed him on the forehead and trailed down to his neck "of course love, and if you ever need to stop, tell me. okay? this is for your pleasure and i want to know you are okay with this."

"im ready for this... and i feel comfortable cause its you... i love you." he said quietly.

how could you not kiss him when he was so adorable?! knowing he wouldnt be able to take it standing up, you took him into your shared bedroom, that you had set up with red lights and hearts, if only he hadn't been so drunk on the taste of your lips, he could have appreciated how beautiful the room was. he sat down on the bed as you undid his pants and pulled them down, when he was in his boxers you looked up at him from where you were on your knees in between his thighs.

"are you sure you are okay with this love?" you asked again

"y-yes! please..." he stuttered out

you smiled and started palming him on top of his boxers. he whimpered out pleas for you to do more, and you slowly took off his boxers, to reveal his cock.

"such a pretty cock for a pretty boy." you said, giving the bulbous, pink tip a few kitten licks to test the waters.

every time your tongue hit the slit he let out a soft whimper. slowly, you experimented with taking the tip in your mouth and sucking lightly, still trying to test his boundaries. the sensations were so much for jake, and while it wasn't his first time, he wasn't super experienced, and all he could think was that he was never going to be able to go back to his hand after feeling your warm mouth. the strangled and gasping moan he let out as you started slowly bobbing your head up and down on his dick entailed him throwing back his head and unintentionally thrusting into your mouth, you were caught off guard, but moaned. the vibrations traveled through his cock and straight to his head. he instantly started snapping his hips up to meet the wet warmth of your mouth. it was rare that jake took the lead, but you sure enjoyed it when he did.

"im so so so sorry, darling!" he cried out between moans "im sorry if it hurts, its just so good!"

upon hearing this, you hollowed your cheeks and hummed on his cock, hoping to enhance the experience for him. given the choked groans you assumed you did a good job.

"ahh! i-im cumming...!" he tried to pull out of your mouth, but you grabbed his hips and held them where they were, nodding your consent for him to cum in your mouth.

"c-cumming-" the orgasm took over him as a warm, sticky substance filed your mouth.

"that was so good..." he looked tired as he leaned back on the bed, his eyes sparkly, pupils blown out, and hair messy from him running his fingers through it.

"do you have one more in you?" you asked

"n-no, please im tired." he responded

you started to lift your shirt off "are you sure you don't want to go again?" you said slightly condescendingly but with an air of sweetness

and just like that jake was awake, this was the best birthday present ever.

oh... and lets just say by the end of the night jake was no longer inexperienced.

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[edwards-exploit]

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!

[apollos-boyfriend]

this is like. all fully speculation. but i was rewatching some of jaiden’s nuzlocke videos, and them combined with a recent clip of hers i saw talking about how she’s not even sure why quackity chose her for the qsmp made me connect why he might’ve picked her. because like. i think nearly everyone was a bit shocked, if not confused, to see her on the lineup. despite having been in the scene for a while—her first public animations were for ihascupquake, after all—jaiden isn’t your first thought when you think of minecraft youtubers. as far as i’m aware, she was on one smp before the qsmp—epicsmp, and we all know how that ended.

no, jaiden isn’t who you’d think of when you think minecraft youtuber. but she is who you’d think of when you think storyteller. which, yeah, is kind of obvious. there’s a whole subcategory of youtube for animated storytellers, and jaiden’s been one of the front runners for years now. but the thing about jaiden specifically is that she doesn’t just tell stories. she shapes them. you can really see that the most with her animated nuzlockes. she’s given scenarios and events that are largely random and arbitrary, fully just game coding and out of her control, and she turns them into her story. her platinum nuzlocke specifically highlights this with the giratina, two jaidens storyline she creates to explain her resetting the run and attempting the elite four again.

live mcrp HEAVILY relies on having to go with the flow of the game, and learning to work around in-game mechanics and limitations to create a storyline out of. things that are story-important, like pets or npcs, are fragile and can be taken away at any moment, be it by a mob, glitch, or player error. you have to be able to think on your feet to not only work around it, but create a narrative to explain that decision fitting into the canon and story instead of just taking it at face-value. and that’s exactly what jaiden’s been doing for years now with a lot of her gaming-based content. quackity would need people accustomed versatile storytelling as much as he’d need people accustomed to survival minecraft itself, and jaiden is nothing short of an expert at her craft

[lillazyboithings]

"What if I told you I made it? And this is the life that I chose"

Fuck you Paul for getting infected /j

The starkid fandom is eating me up alive and I'm not complaining