#Don't mind the weird cropping on some of these I was trying to work around my little Windows watermark as best I could

[sysig]

The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe screengrabs

‼️ SPOILER WARNING ‼️

Alright so the first few are just from replaying all the stuff that was in the HD Remix, just to see some of the texture differences, but I also took some screengrabs just because they’re fun!

I’m so glad this one made it in lol (he is)

I got the paper office! :D

And the whiteboard ending!! Yes!!! Dog mode is terrible though haha ♪

Spamtoncore

This was new! I knew about the Bucket but I hadn’t met them yet so I was just like Hmmm Hmmm Interesting haha

Fall through the floor Part 2 - luckily this was the last one of the initial play session! Still though, load your rooms pls

Alright from here it’s all Ultra Deluxe so watch out!

I want this. Sadge that it’s sold out </3

I just got this one! :D

They!!! So tiny <3 It’s nice to see Mariella’s model as well, I’ve seen Stanley’s a few times but never Mariella from the front!

Just played with this one too, the grandfather <3

Who is this!!! They’re so cute what!!!

This image is probably especially funny to me because it reminds me of a meme I made lol

Hi Stanley, Hi Stanley, haha ♪

There he is. The Narrator turned him into a marketable figure

Very cursed Stanley smile :) He deserves it

Me

See, this dark, infinite abyss makes sense! It all ties together! Brilliance in writing! Lol

My previous point (also implying that Stanley is normal, really, Narrator, you should know better by now)

I appreciate the serial code(?) nameplate lol - this whole section was too strange haha

*heavy breathing* I mean literally what more could I ask for (I did also like the Stanley Parable concept art though haha, and the pause button stuff)

I gotta be honest, I was not sold on this bucket at first, but after this-

EEE, even better!! Yes, I’m onboard on the bucket now, I love Bucket

There is an awful lot of Bucket death in this game huh. Like, Stanley dies a lot too, but we don’t get to see that usually, so it’s oddly visceral

Employee 416 you say 👀 So there was somebody in there initially, until they were moved...? (I like to imagine they also drew the little Stanlurine doodle on the whiteboard lol)

I forgot that this was flagged by the phone call lol, I wonder if anybody has actually counted them

That’s all for this playthrough! If I fall through the floor again, I’ll try to catch it!

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

idk if ur asks are open but PLEASE MORE LOGAN X READER X KURT

also... belly dancer reader if u want (why? because every chubby reader is either fetishized, insecure, or it has nothing to do w the plot/character)

if you want it to be the same story go off but also if you want it to be seperate go off do what u wanna do

~For Fear That You Find Out How I'm Imagining You~

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader x Kurt Wagner

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: oral (f receiving), Kurt and Logan run they MOUTHS, implied sex and a bunch of sexual advances, Kurt is super nervy

Genre: fluff, & some smut

Summary: Logan and Kurt can't keep their eyes off of you when they see you through a window I won't deny I've got in my mind now // All the things I would do // So I try to talk refined for fear that you find out // How I'm imagining you ~ Talk by Hozier

A/N: Honey my asks are always open xoxo gossip girl lowkey all my readers are plus sized because I am and write with myself in mind but I'm happy to write one that says so explicitly!! Thank you for the request darling. This took much of my brainpower but man did I enjoy writing it

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You walk around the room as your students practice their hip control.

"Remember everyone, belly dancing is a combination of sharp and smooth. You wanna make it easily distinguishable when you stick something versus milking it. Luckily, the music will absolutely guide you through where to hit things." You say correcting people's posture as you weave between them.

"Can you show it to us again? Like can we see you do it?" One of your students, Max, asks.

"Yeah sure!" You say walking to the front again. You show an example of the moves you've been having them practice. Caught up in your class, you don't even notice the duo whose attention you manage to capture through the large glass windows of your studio.

"Logan, look." Kurt smacks his friend on the chest.

"What? You wanna take a dance class or something?" Logan quirks an eyebrow at him.

"No! Well- do you think that's the way to talk to her?" Kurt's brows furrow.

"Talk to who man?" Logan frowns.

"That woman. The one teaching the class. She's gorgeous don't you think Logan?" Kurt says. Logan looks through the window curiously to check you out. You're wearing a cropped shirt and a pair of shorts that sit low on your wide hips. As you do your choreography at the front of the room Logan notices the cutest little pale streaks on your sides, like tiger stripes decorating your exposed middle.

"Well yeah of course she is, you wanna meet her?" Logan asks him.

"I- I couldn't. What would I say to her?" Kurt shakes his head.

"We could start with hi." Logan shrugs.

"But she's teaching a class."

"Yeah we hang out til she's done, ask the receptionist how long she'll be in the class." He says.

"Would that not be weird?" Kurt frowns.

"Maybe but how else are we going to get a chance to talk to her?" Logan drags Kurt into the dance studio and walks up to the receptionist.

"Hey quick question, how much longer is that dance thing going on? I wanted to- talk to the instructor about what other classes she offers." Kurt is impressed with how easily Logan can come up with a lie so believable.

"It'll be over in about 10 minutes." The guy at the desk answers.

"Cool. We'll just- hang out here." Logan says taking a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room.

"I can't believe you did that." Kurt whispers.

"Well it was that or watch her like creeps for several weeks until one of us finally works up the courage to speak to her." Logan shrugs.

"Okay but we don't have a plan, what do we say to her when the time comes?"

"We don't need a plan we just say hi and tell her the truth, that we saw her and think she's gorgeous. It can't be that difficult." Logan says.

"You say that but she might hate us."

"If she hates us we leave. She also might like us but we can't know without speaking to her. Either way we should at least give it a shot so we can be sure."

"I guess that's one way to see it." Kurt frowns.

"That's the spirit. Kinda." Logan claps a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Logan turns his attention to his phone, leaving Kurt to his thoughts.

"I can't speak to her." Kurt says suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" Logan frowns at him.

"I'm having thoughts that would require more hail marys than I can count in order to repent for them. I can't speak to her." He shakes his head.

"Why? You think she's a mind reader?" Logan scoffs.

"You can't prove that she isn't!"

"Okay well for the sake of not sounding like a paranoid set of weirdos, let's assume she's not because we have no evidence to support that she is. In which case, most days you won't even say a curse word you're not gonna get in there and start spouting all the dirty dirty things you want to do to her. You'll be fine." Logan says.

"I can't think of anything else." Kurt says, eyes wide.

"Fine then I'll do most of the talking all you have to do is stand there. Looks like the class is over, show time." Logan pulls Kurt through the group of people currently heading out of the building and slips into the studio where you're organizing your things while you drink your water.

"Excuse me?" You turn at the sound of someone's voice. You know it's not one of your students before you even turn around.

"Hi, can I help you gentlemen?" You ask the pair.

"Hi, I'm Logan and this is Kurt."

"Okay, and what brings you into my studio Logan and Kurt?" You tilt your head.

"We saw you through the giant window and we hope this doesn't read as badly as it could but we just had to come in here and tell you how gorgeous we think you are." Logan says.

"You came all the way in here to tell me you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Well yeah, why not." Logan shrugs.

"Hm. And uh, do you speak, Kurt, or does Logan do all the talking for the both of you?" You turn your attention to the silent one of the duo.

"I speak. Hi." Kurt says quickly.

"Are you nervous?" You ask him. Kurt glances at Logan. "Don't look at him, I asked you. I know he's not nervous."

"I'm- a little nervous. I wouldn't normally do something like this." He admits.

"Well what's different today?" You ask.

"Logan sort of dragged me in here."

"So then which of you thinks I'm gorgeous?" You cross your arms.

"Both of us." Kurt says.

"Hm. Well, thank you. Although I don't often find myself the subject of interest for a pair like this." You say grabbing your duffle bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

"First time for everything right?" Logan says.

"I guess so. Anything else you boys need or did you just want to throw a compliment at me and be on your way?"

"What's your name?" Kurt asks.

"Y/n." You smile.

"Beautiful." He practically sighs.

"Thank you."

"Would it be hubristic to ask if we could take you out?" Kurt asks.

"The both of you?" You ask and again Kurt looks at Logan who this time looks at him too as if they're discussing something unspoken.

"Yes." Kurt says.

"Well, it's- certainly a bold thing to ask which I guess is worth appreciating. Which of you has a phone I can put my number into?"

"Here." Logan hands you his phone and you quickly input your number and call yourself so you have his.

"Give us a couple of hours to plan something and we'll give you a call." Logan says.

"Well you'd better. Or I'll be pretty disappointed after all this." You wink at them and leave the studio.

"What are we gonna do?" Kurt asks.

"Plan a date, and quickly." Logan says.

The two boys call you in under an hour.

"Hello?" You say when you pick up the phone.

"Hey it's Logan." Logan says.

"And Kurt!" Kurt says.

"Hi boys." You chuckle. "Have you planned something already?" You ask.

"Yes. When are you free?" Logan asks.

"I teach dance classes Monday through Wednesday for most of the day and Saturdays too but only til 4."

"We'll pick you up on Friday 6 o'clock. If you're not comfortable with us coming to your place, we can meet you in front of the studio instead." Logan says.

"My place is fine. I'll text you my address. Where are we going?"

"You'll find out when we get there. Attire is casual."

"Very well. See you Friday." You say and hang up the phone.

Friday comes along and at 6 on the dot, you receive a text that Logan and Kurt are downstairs. You take a moment to double check your makeup and gather your belongings before leisurely making your way out of your apartment building. Outside, Kurt is standing by a car and he opens the door upon your arrival.

"Hello Kurt. You look nice this evening." You say, winking at him as you slide into the car. You're sure if his skin wasn't a deep shade of blue, he'd be blushing bright pink. You wonder if he can blush.

As you get into the car you realize it's vintage, it's got those old school bench seats from the 60s that fits 3 people in the front.

"Hi y/n." Logan says.

"Hi Logan, you look nice too." You tell him. Kurt gets into the seat next to you.

"It's good to see you again liebling." Kurt says.

"Liebling?" You ask.

"It means darling, it's German." Logan says.

"You're German?" You turn to Kurt.

"I speak it." He nods.

"That answer feels evasive." You muse.

"My history is complicated." He shrugs.

"And what about you, Logan, is your history 'complicated' too."

"We're mutants, complicated comes with the territory." Logan says.

"Well- it'll certainly make getting to know you two something interesting at least." You shrug.

"That's a cute outlook." Logan chuckles.

"I mean, when you get asked on a joint date by a pair of- friends? Boyfriends? What is your relationship to each other actually?" You ask.

"We have known each other a long time. I suppose friends is accurate." Kurt says.

"You suppose?" You probe.

"Logan likes to pretend he hates everybody so he never admits we are friends but he's a big softie in secret."

"Oh hush Wagner." Logan rolls his eyes.

"In secret? I'd say it's pretty obvious." You laugh.

"Alright that's enough you two. We're here." Logan rolls his eyes. You look out the window to see that you're at an arcade.

"An arcade?" You smirk.

"We thought it would be best to pick something generally enjoyable, since we don't know anything about you besides that you're a dancer." Kurt says as both he and Logan get out of the car.

"You made a good choice. I hope you're ready to get your asses kicked though." You say climbing out of the car after Kurt.

"Competitive are you?" Logan asks.

"You have no idea." You wink at him.

"You are so on pretty lady." Logan chuckles.

"Bring it big guy."

You spend a couple of hours at the arcade with them, every game you play with Logan is competitive and every game you play with Kurt is just for the fun of playing. Kurt's focus is mostly on getting to know you, and staring. All he wants to do is stare at you. It's a wonder he can manage to focus on anything else. 

If he were honest, he's not been able to shake those unholy thoughts he's been having since first seeing you. As you race Logan in some snowboarding simulator, he wonders what you would taste like. When you challenge Logan to skeeball, Kurt can't stop thinking about how you'd feel wrapped around him. When you and Logan play some zombie shooter game, he imagines your lips against his or teasing kisses down his neck. When you play one of those dancing games he can't keep his eyes from wandering over your curves in your lowcut crop top and your tennis skirt. His eyes catch the part of your tummy peaking between where your shirt ends and your skirt begins and all he wants to do is cover the area in kisses and love bites.

"Dude, what's up with you? You've been more quiet than usual." Logan asks Kurt quietly when you slip away to refill your drink.

"Hail Marys." Kurt says.

"You're doing hail marys?!"

"If only. I should be. How can you manage to hold a conversation with her when she looks so-" Kurt trails.

"Trust me man I am no saint but it's much easier to ignore that urge if you actually try to divert your attention. Play a few games that'll maybe help you dispel some of that pent up frustration you're feeling." Logan suggests.

"What are you two whispering about over here?" You ask.

"You know you've been kicking my ass all night, I think it's time for you to take down Kurt at a few of these." Logan shoves Kurt forward a little bit.

"Okay. Pick your poison Kurt." You say.

"Can I pick you?" He asks.

"Not in public." You wink. "I meant a game hon."

"That one." Kurt points to an air hockey table.

"Air hockey?" You quirk an eyebrow up.

"What? No good at that one?"

Oh no, I just thought you'd pick something else." You shrug walking over to the air hockey table. You wrap one hand around your paddle and Kurt can't help but wonder what it'd feel like for those same fingers to close around his dick the same way. You place your other hand on the edge of the table and lean forward with a smirk.

"Don't take this personally, but I'm gonna wipe the floor with you darling." You say.

"Can't wait to see this." Logan says placing the puck onto the table. It darts quickly back and forth as you both hit it across the table. The first point is yours and you clap your hands when it slides by Kurt's paddle. The next three points are also yours and Kurt hasn't scored once. The game only goes to 7 points so at this rate you'll completely sweep. Logan walks over to Kurt as he grabs the puck from under the table. You can't quite hear their hushed conversation but you watch them whisper for a few moments.

"Aren't you good at air hockey?" Logan asks Kurt.

"I made a mistake here I can't possibly focus with her bent forward like that I can practically see down her shirt." Kurt says.

"Yeah, my view isn't half bad either but I don't have to pay attention to the game here." Logan shrugs. "Focus man."

"Are you two done co-conspiring over there?" You ask.

"I'm giving a pep talk, you're crushing him." Logan defends.

"You asked me to." You say.

The final score ends up being 7 - 4 in your favor. You're surprised Kurt managed to score any considering how obviously distracted he's been.

"Not bad especially since you're barely here." You muse.

"What?"

"You're distracted. It's pretty obvious. Is something wrong?" You ask.

"Uh-" Kurt's eyes dart away from you.

"You're doing that again? I thought we were beyond looking at Logan for answers. Just tell me the truth. Whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it I'm a big girl I promise."

"It's nothing." Kurt shakes his head.

"Oh I find that hard to believe." You hum. "Logan, do you believe him?" You ask although your eyes stay on Kurt. He looks nervous enough when you ask Logan that you're sure Logan knows exactly what's going on with him.

"Well- if he says it's nothing." Logan trails.

"You're protecting him. Cute. But I expect the truth when I ask a question. So again, Kurt, what's on your mind?"

"I don't think I can say."

"Why not?"

"There aren't enough confessionals in the world to compensate for the thoughts occupying my mind at the moment and I- I would never want you to believe that's the only thing I want from you."

"A confessional?" You frown.

"No." Kurt says and you take a moment to dwell on his words before it clicks.

"Ooohh. Naughty boy, imagination running away with you is it now?" You ask.

"You could say that, yes."

"I appreciate the sentiment of being gentlemen but neither of you is particularly subtle enough with your staring for me not to notice. It's quite clear you're both... influenced by your third leg for lack of a better phrasing. Don't look at me like that I'm not a nun. Although if you're hell bent on the whole confessional thing I'm sure I can absolve you of your sins."

"W-what does that mean?"

"I think we've spent enough time at the arcade. Now the question is, how far do you two live from here?" You turn to Logan.

"About 15 minutes." Logan says.

"Perfect." You say grabbing Kurt by his collar and pulling him towards the exist. "Come along Logan." You throw over your shoulder and he does so with a chuckle.

The drive to Logan and/or Kurt's place is quick. 15 minutes isn't by any means long but you're almost certain Logan broke a couple traffic laws to get there in 10. He leads the way to the apartment and once inside the living room, you face the boys.

"Now, I've never gone to a confessional but tell me your sins so that the gods may forgive your transgressions." You say to Kurt.

"I don't speak because it's all I can do to control myself around you. I find myself consumed with thoughts of how you would taste, feel, sound, the faces you'd make in the heat of passion."

"We'll start with taste then." You tell him. With a hand on his shoulder you push Kurt to his knees in front of you. Kurt looks up at you in pure disbelief, hands on your thighs.

"You- want me to, you'll let me-" Kurt trails off as you caress his face.

"I've already asked you to. Isn't that what you want Kurt?"

"Yes please." He breathes out.

"Good, so go on, taste me." You say dropping your skirt and panties to the floor, exposing yourself to Kurt and Logan.

"Christ almighty." Kurt says before burying his face between your thighs. His tongue slides between your folds and you sigh at the pleasure it brings you.

"Don't worry Logan I haven't forgotten you, come kiss me." You say.

"Thought you'd never ask." He says placing a hand at the back of your throat as he kissing you fiercely. You slip one hand up his shirt dragging your fingers over his abdomen enjoying the way his muscles clench under your touch. Your other hand slides into Kurt's hair, holding him against you as he laps greedily at your cunt. Kurt wraps his lips around your cilt and sucks harshly at the bundle of nerves. The sharp waves of pleasure make your knees buckle slightly and Logan's arm winds around your waist holding you against him as he trails kisses to your throat.

"Oh fuck." You moan, tilting your head to give Logan more room to cover your neck in blooms of red. "Don't stop Kurt." You say, fingers tightening in his dark hair. You feel Kurt slip a finger into your entrance, sliding in and out so his tongue can focus on your clit. Logan's hands run under your shirt and when his fingers begin to tweak your nipples your orgasm hits you and your shaky legs are only supported by Logan and Kurt holding you.

"You two are a dangerous pair." You breathe out.

"You haven't seen danger yet gorgeous." Logan says nipping at your ear in a way that makes you shiver.

"Well, there's plenty of hours left in the evening. And Kurt's vices are not yet relieved."

"I hope you don't have much planned tomorrow liebling. We're rather- tenacious." Kurt says kissing along your abdomen as he rises to his feet.

"I can take it sweetheart. Don't you worry." You say. You feel pretty confident in your words, and Kurt and Logan are forever up for a challenge. If the walls could talk they'd have a novel of stories to tell.

***

[lavenoon]

Kindled Spirits AU

Soulmate AU revamped with a Y/N <3

Basics: Soulmate bonds are 1) not necessarily romantic, 2) not a given and not always between just 2 people, 3) not necessarily reciprocal (rare, but happens) Basically soulmates are bonded via dreams - meeting within dreams, or dreaming of each other’s memories, anything in dreams is fair game Plays a year after the pizzaplex fire and given that I had the idea a good while ago none of the dlc is included in the premise, also bc this is based on an old self insert fic Y/N is extremely audhd because that I refuse to take out

Y/N has spent most of their life assuming they don’t have a soulmate, which is a relief because they’re plagued by nightmares/ stress dreams a lot. They got used to those, and when some other hazy dreams crop up later in life they don’t think much of it.

Then one night they dream of burning. An indoor playground, they stand in the middle of it, filled with hopelessness and self hatred they cant explain (the irony of Sun burning to death). They don’t feel alone though, and though they can’t see anyone else, they know someone else is there. It's both a comfort as well as agonizing, and the care for that other person is evident, despite the whole emotional cocktail. They go through the entire dream incapable of changing anything, and then wake up still feeling hot but also cold and clammy, phantom flames still licking at their skin. All while they cope with the idea that maybe they did have a soulmate, and that is now past tense.

For an entire year they go around thinking they witnessed their soulmate(s?) burning to death via dream, not telling anyone about it but carrying that guilt.

They move, and find a new job - the Pizzaplex is hiring! No one wants to be a security guard anymore after all that weird shit a year ago, so even though Y/N lacks the qualifications, they get hired. Rotating shifts, day (morning/ afternoon) and night. The first time they walk past the daycare, it flashes into flame - but no, that’s just coincidence. It’s the first indoor playground they’ve seen since then, it’s hazy dream memories worsened by guilt, it’s not the same.

Y/N befriends the daycare attendant, and the naptime attendant - they talk to Sun sometimes through the slide, and Moon usually bothers them on their security rounds. They do meet Sun first, after trying to be helpful throwing down some stray ballpit balls down the slide, and a curious Sun crawls up just to get a ball to the face. Y/N feels very bad about that, and given their lack of scripts for how to interact with animatronics, they just fall back on the scripts they already have. Sun doesn't seem to mind, so it's all good! Then one night they shout a belated "Good night!" down the slide, after the lights in the daycare have turned off, and barely avoid falling when suddenly Moon stands behind them, asking them just what they're doing. He makes his dislike of their flashlight promptly known, and then they have a menace of a shadow for their rounds.

That goes on for a couple weeks, until Sun asks them inside of the daycare to address a few concerns they could please relay to management?

And then the perspective is just undeniable. Y/N gets caught in the flashback, seeing it all burn again, and Sun startles them out of it. They don’t tell him. They can’t. But they realize that he’s been forced to work in a direct replica of the place where he burned to (temporary) death.

After that they keep trying to broach the topic of soulmates in general, but Sun and Moon are very much convinced that as animatronics they are not people, and they can’t dream anyway, so how would they have a soulmate? So silly!

Dreams and personhood are very connected in this AU - with dreams linking souls society just assumes that anyone without dreams is not a person. (Is this a societal issue for other humans who don't dream? Sure! People are people and will exclude others for any reason!)

Meanwhile Y/N starts having more dreams - they assume because now they live closer, actually met their soulmates, there’s less of a barrier to only have the super traumatic stuff make it into their dreams. In fact, they are kind of relieved that their usual nightmares are exchanged for extremely mundane “watching kids play in the daycare” or watching themself being bothered by Moon from his POV.

It’s a struggle trying to convince their soulmates that they are in fact people, while wondering if the bond is reciprocated because how would they tell? Sun and Moon can’t dream, there’s no confirmation that Y/N is their soulmate too! Lots of fear of rejection that’s holding them back here

But also some shenanigans at this time, like Y/N knowing that Moon follows them on their routes, and calling him out on it when he tries to stay hidden. He asks how they knew, and they bluntly reply “it came to me in a dream”. Moon laughs, then asks for the truth that they don’t know how to give after he rejects it so easily. They end up deflecting and he goes back to being a menace.

Also Y/N being somewhat anxious once they realize that Sun uses "friend" for many people (whenever they do see him interact with adults, which isn't often) and awkwardly ask for confirmation because oh no what if he's just being polite and they read too much into it? They almost regret it when he proves that Moon isn't the only menace and makes sure they know he considers them their friend after! Moon continues being a cat in his affections, so when Y/N asks him the same he ends up positively surprised, somewhat guilty (due to the secrets he keeps, and the danger he still believes he poses), but mostly ramps up the friendly annoying to the max

And then Y/N ends up impulsively telling Moon. He wants them to be joking - asks them to, even, to take it all back. When they refuse he reacts more in anger and accuses them of deluding themself, suggesting they need medical attention. They get angry then, too, because is he really telling them to go to a doctor after they confess something like this? It ends badly, with Y/N fleeing the scene and then avoiding both Moon and Sun for a good while.

Until Sun requests their presence about a “security issue” in the closed daycare, and Y/N goes even knowing he’ll want to talk. He’s concerned more than angry, but disbelieving all the same. Y/N’s patience is running thin when Sun, desperately, asks them just what they were dreaming about to be so convinced - what made them think they're linked to an animatronic like that? - so they tell him about the fire. They also tell him that they were telling the truth that one time with Moon. Sun (and Moon) get their own flashback, and Y/N ends up frantic, apologizing for bringing it up like that, while the boys are just terrified that

1) Y/N had to see that, experience it via dream

and 2) just what else could they have seen?

Moon in particular is terrified - he approaches them a bit later, asking about other dreams they might’ve had. Even says “they would have been nightmares”. He assumes that Y/N must have witnessed the virus induced murders and has no idea how to assure them that he’s not that, after he reacted in so much anger at their initial confession. His concern doesn’t really lessen, and more shifts upon being told that “I wouldn’t know, all my dreams are nightmares anyway”.

Mostly themed around growing closer after that, and working around “we don’t need to dream of you to know we like you, and we do!” as well as uncovering the past trauma Sun and Moon have gone through (and are going through, still trapped in the same building in a replica of where they burned).

Also Sun and Moon struggling to accept their personhood because if they’re people, then they are traumatized and were (and are being) mistreated for a long time, and that’s also hard to come to terms with. Some thoughts towards animatronic emancipation though I never got that far in the fic, so mostly comfort and slice of life as they work around the little bump in the road of their soulmate bond. Y/N opening up about their own dreams, and why it's so difficult to say they had any nightmares based on Sun and Moon's experience before the literal death experience not just breaking the ice but rather melting it at record speed

Would remain platonic/ ambiguous because it was very important to me that soulmates aren't necessarily romantic, and they all have bigger fish to fry than whether or not they'd like to go on dates - given that that's hardly an option while Sun and Moon cannot leave the Plex. The reassurance and relationship beyond the bond actually is the most important part, with Y/N admitting to both Sun and Moon and also themself that they enjoy having them as soulmates, of course! But they'd be friends with or without those dreams, given that Y/N initially approached them both before they even realized. Which is also a relief, because Sun and Moon do feel bad over not being able to confirm that it's reciprocated - they feel like it is, they want it to be (and isn't that the most important part?)! But they don't know. And that's okay - because they found each other, dreams or not, and they won't lose that <3

This is as much as I have right now, and as much as it'll stay for the time being! Enjoy <3

[blueskittlesart]

hi, correct me if i'm wrong but i seem to remember you saying that you're majoring in illustration! i'm currently in the process of applying to colleges and i plan on majoring in illustration as well, so i was wondering if you had any advice for portfolios. I could really use some tips on the presentation aspect specifically, bc I'm a little lost when it comes to stuff like the arrangement/organization of pieces, how I should crop my pictures, etc. any advice you can give me is greatly appreciated!!

hi yes i can totally help you out with this! i like to think my college portfolio was pretty good bc i got accepted to every school i sent it to lol :) the main pieces of advice that i was given when building it were this:

studies and pieces that show off your technical skill are great, but limit them to around a third of your portfolio at most. art schools DO want to see that you're technically skilled and can like, draw a charcoal still life or a self-portrait, because those ARE important skills to have, but ESPECIALLY if you're applying to a school that's more known for contemporary fields like animation or illustration, it's much more likely that they want to see your creative mind at work. the single best thing you can put in your portfolio is a BODY OF WORK, and specifically a body of work that shows off your own ideas and your own take on whatever you're producing. this means 3+ pieces that are interconnected or related to the same central theme. my portfoilo, for example, consisted of 2 or 3ish traditional, technical pieces which showed that I had a certain level of technical skill, and the ENTIRE rest of it was devoted to a series of original interconnected narrative comics I'd written and drawn. Every reviewer I met with told me that this was what made my portfolio stand out to them--it showed that I was not only technically skilled, but that i had something i wanted to DO with that skill, that I had direction and drive with my art and was able to produce work that reflected that. If you're maybe (definitely) not quite as ambitious as me, something like a series of 3-5 interconnected illustrations or a short comic if you're into that might do the same thing.

as a side note, if you DO have a body of work as the central focus of your portfolio, a lot of colleges will be interested in your process as well! for example with my comic portfolio, i used one slot to demonstrate my process, because I penciled every page traditionally before digitalizing it and i had extensive character and worldbuilding sketches. I wouldn't devote more than one slot to it, but if you have a body of work where the process is important to you it could be worth throwing in!

arrangement is tricky, but the advice I generally heard was "put your best stuff first." whatever you're most excited about, whatever is going to grab someone's attention the fastest, that's what you want to have in your first slot. (I actually don't think I followed this advice on my applications LOL but it's what i was TOLD to do and i think it's solid advice.)

in terms of editing, assuming we're talking about traditional pieces being photographed, you want to make sure your pieces are 1. well-lit, (DO NOT TAKE YOUR PHOTOS WITH OVERHEAD LIGHTING. wait for an overcast day and take them outside trust me) 2. legible, (no weird shadows obscuring parts of the piece, high-quality enough that no details are lost due to digital pixelation, etc) and 3. as color-accurate to real life as you can make them. most of this is just about getting a decent-quality camera (a newer iphone should be fine) and a good location. (outside and overcast, as previously mentioned) you may want to throw your pics into photoshop and play with the balance slightly, but I wouldn't do anything too drastic, try to get the most accurate photo possible without any editing. (if your pieces are small and flat, scanning them in may work better. most public and school libraries have scanners you can use for free.)

finally, cropping. the general rule that I was taught is to crop the piece, not the photograph. if you've got a piece on paper and you're not sure you like how the actual drawing is oriented on the paper, crop the PAPER down to size, and THEN photograph it. your photos should aim to show the ENTIRE piece from edge to edge (unless it's a detail shot obv) and I even like to include a little bit of extra "breathing room" around the piece so that it's clear exactly where the dimensions of it end. here's a piece I used for my college portfolios for reference:

i lowkey do not like this piece now but that's not the point. this is what i mean by breathing room--a few extra inches of space around the actual canvas so it's clear that this isn't a closeup and you can see where the canvas actually ends. the same is true for digital pieces. if it's a full bleed illustration (something with full color all the way to the edges of the canvas) just make sure you like the composition cropped the way it is and submit the full piece as-is. if it's a floating spot or something similar without hard edges, leave a bit of white or transparent breathing room around the edge of your image.

hope this helps! if you have any more specific questions lmk :)

[arkturusz]

@cult-of-the-eye here it is, hope you like it :3

MAG[REDACTED] - Blood in the Machine

Anonymous statement, regarding the statement maker's purchase and use of a strange desktop computer. Original statement given 4th of February 2024, recording by Arcturus Walker, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, Budapest. Put to tape on the 21st of March 2024. Statement begins:

I don't want to go into details as to why I came to make this decision. It was an offer too good to be true, just what a struggling university student needed: a cheap PC with great specs and with only 2 years of usage. I know how some sellers put enticing prices on Facebook Marketplace just to drop the real deal in later messages, but that wasn't the case. The owner got his hands on "something better" and saw no use in keeping this one around so he asked for the bare minimum that would still be a deal to him.

I went to pick up the desktop, it was a city away so I drove there. It was a bit weird how creeping closer to the destination all we had were dirt roads. I live in the suburbs, I know not all city councils pay it enough attention, but these weren't those dusty solid roads. These were muddy, the tracks barely visible and overgrown with grass. No, not grass, something more- vibrant.

The roads branched off a few hundred meters from my destination, only one going in its general direction so I followed it. I reached a house, no buildings in its neighborhood, crop fields on one side, a small forest on the other, the kind that always seems way more moist than the weather would allow it and always has that smell of thick mud and insects. I could only *enjoy* that for a moment before I got hit with something else, something fleshier. It was a stench that burnt into my nostrils. I try not to judge a house by the smell, my parents were chainsmokers and I've always been more ashamed to bring friends home than it seemed they were bothered by the odor. Assuming I just met a butcher, or really just someone that keeps their own livestock I headed inside.

It felt like a hallucination, it really did. I stepped into a corridor, my lungs full of the dull yet powerful stench that covered everything. My brain felt foggy and with a headache that felt like pressure on my skull I continued inside. I was hoping to pick up the computer and get going right away, and I did my best to accomplish just that. I lifted the PC which was rather heavy and hurried back the way I came when something caught my attention. As I was putting my shoes on my brain alerted me of movement. From all around. The walls seemed to have this rhythmic pulse to them. If I wasn't at the doorstep I would've fainted, that's for sure, but I made it out to my car, telling myself it's the headache getting to me.

The drive back was nothing out of the ordinary, but that foul smell just wouldn't leave my nose. I parked, opened my boot and to no surprise the aroma oozed out of the case like a thick invisible fog, bringing back that numbing pressure that I felt earlier. I grabbed all the cleaning chemicals and similar that I could find lying around, giving it a thorough rub on the outside. I pride myself on my expertise in software, but the hardware always confused me and I never bothered to learn it. Thus I did not want to open it up, which proved to be a grave mistake.

For 6 months straight there seemed to have been no problem with the PC. It worked as intended, was just as fast as I expected and the smell was only noticeable if you got up close to sniff the case. Which I didn't. But two days ago I didn't need to either. I woke up to a strange smell. It wasn't as strong or numbing as the one I felt at the house but it certainly wasn't pleasant. We had maintenance that night, we were notified that from 10pm we should be expecting a blackout. I didn't mind, but it seemed that whatever was in my computer did not like it. I decided to give it another round of cleaning once I was done with my cup of coffee. I dressed up and went to pull out the cables on the back, but they were a lot harder to unplug than I remembered. I ripped out the one which was most limiting length-wise and I pulled the rest of the case out from under my desk. As I saw the back of the PC I had to stop myself from throwing up.

Now I'm not afraid of gore, I grew up in a generation (and the subcultures) that made it such a commonplace it's usually unamusing. On screen, at least. But I didn't expect to come face to face with a chunk of skin stretching across where my plugs should have been. The cable I ripped out laid on the floor, a dark red liquid dripping from it, staining my carpet. Same thing could be found on the back of the case. Turns out the cable wasn't just stuck, it was *integrated* into the fleshy mess that shouldn't have been there.

That's when I got a screwdriver and ripped the case open. It seemed like the only logical way to deal with whatever infested my computer and I didn't know what else I could do. The case came away like a sticker, the inside melted to a wall of human-like skin, peeling away it left a residue of perspiration on the plastic.

The flesh monster's skin seemed to have formed a block, covering its insides from all angles, pressing against the vents and pushing out through the outlets. The cord I ripped had left a nasty hole that started to scar up, but I wanted to see what I was up against and I *didn't let it*. I scraped away the scar tissue with the screwdriver and pushed it through the wound, detaching the vein that supplied my cable from the wall of skin. The case still hugging it from the outside cast a shadow that made it hard for me to see in, so I turned on my flashlight, stretching at the hole with my tool, trying to take a peek.

I saw veins running across the surface, the inside was humid and *warm*, at least warmer than room temperature but it wasn't the heat of a working human body. It was starting to cool. In the middle of the case I saw something heavy, a huge knot in the middle of the circulatory system which kept beating in a steady rhythm. It was slow, the pulse was invisible from the outside, yet it kept pushing blood through the opening, trying to close it up, but the scarring slowed down significantly from when I first ripped that cable out. It ran on electricity, it had to have been the case, the inside had a greenish tone from what I could make out, meaning that during the blackout it started rotting. The system that somehow ran like a normal computer for months started to decay, which reminded me of the smell my brain ignored from my initial shock that once again sat heavy in my lungs.

I did not reconnect it but I didn't know what to do with it either. Who would have I called? I scoured the internet to find your institute, and I left my PC to you. Past making this statement I wish not to associate myself with this case any longer.

Statement ends. First thing after reading this statement I went down to artifact storage to ask about this curio. Turns out whoever left it to us delivered it too late, the "heart" was not beating and the thing once stretched against the walls of it's case now sat collapsed and rotten in the organic section, making any other follow-up almost impossible. Looking for the flesh house also yielded no results, meaning I will put this case to rest as-is. What does keep me wondering are the intentions of the seller. Why would an avatar of the Flesh sell a piece of itself to an unsuspecting individual? There was no mention of the *flesh block* attempting to leave its case meaning there was no intention of spreading the system either. Maybe they didn't intend the buyer to possess it for so long, maybe they tried to alert us of their vicinity. But they failed. They left us with a cold trail. *sigh* Recording ends

This is episode one of my series I call MAGREDACTED, here are all the episodes out now:

The Vast The Stranger The Dark

New episodes will be posted over on @archivus !

[jean-meowreau]

Day 2 of Kinktober ft. Transdrew Minyard!

Polycule & Glory Hole: Andrew, Neil, Kevin, Jeremy, Jean, & Seth - Asexual Neil ♡

Future fic, all pro players! You can try Seth from my cold dead hands ♡ (full list of tags below cut)

Andrew was comfortable with his new team. He and Kevin and Neil took the time to handpick the best of the best. The cream of the crop– the 𝘤𝘳é𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘳é𝘮𝘦 as Jean would so annoyingly say. He grimaces at the comfortable feeling that blooms in his chest as he thinks of everyone on their starting line - everyone in his stupid, weird polycule that he would give his life for. He thought handling Neil was a lot - now he had five dumbasses to keep in line. Kevin, Jean, Jeremy, Seth, and Neil. He grimaces once more as that comfortable feeling in his chest blooms and shuts it out with a solid slam of the bathroom stall door. He turns around, assessing the space, making sure it was aptly clean. Kevin had a knack for it, and it met Andrew's standards.

It was currently 0300, their facilities were empty save the six of them, and Andrew really wanted to get out of his head for their game in two days. He tries to stop fixating on all of the plays Kevin made him memorise as he unfolds his support bench and sets it up, perfectly in line with the two holes on either stall wall. A small one and a large one. He keeps staring at them as he undresses, hanging his clothes on the hook on the door, and lays across the board. First his stomach, and then he changes his mind and switches to his back. He really wants to relax. He rests his feet against the wall and then grabs his phone and sends a text to their group chat before relaxing against the cushions and closing his eyes.

He's not sure how much later it is when the bathroom door creaks open, but five sets of footsteps come in and then come to a stop. Andrew can't help smiling to himself as he shifts around. His lower half is perfectly framed, and he knows it when he hears Jean mutter, “Merde!”

“Andrew,” Neil says quietly. “Terms?”

“Any hole, just give me some warning before coming in. If you want my ass, you're prepping me.”

“Orgasms?”

“I want out of my head, Neil. I don't care.”

“Thank you.”

It's the last thing Andrew hears before there are two knocks to the wall where his thighs are settled. It's all the warning he's provided before a warm mouth is wrapped around his dick and sucking, a tongue dipping down to lick over his already glistening cunt. Andrew hisses in pleasure, writhing against the cushion, before he tilts his head back as he hears two knocks on the wall closest to his head.

Jean's dick pushes through a second later and Andrew hums happily to himself as he lays his head back and drops his jaw, feeding his length in his mouth until it hits the back of his throat and he gags. There's more quiet cursing from Jean before he pulls back and then fucks back into Andrew's mouth. He sets a steady pace, gagging him only occasionally, and letting out a steady stream of curse-riddled praise as his dick twitches against Andrew's tongue. He gets so lost in it, in the relaxation of having his mouth used, that when two fingers dip into his cunt he moans happily and arches his back.

Movement at both ends freezes momentarily before Jean hisses out another stream of profanity and snaps his hips forward. His cock buries its way down Andrew's throat and he makes an appreciative sound as he pushes himself closer to try and get it just a bit deeper. Jean stays there, nothing but heavy breathing as he relishes in every gag his cock milks from Andrew's throat, before pulling back suddenly. All Andrew is afforded is a quick shout before cum is hitting his tongue and dripping onto the roof of his mouth. He pulls back and wraps his fingers around Jean's length, giving barely there squeezes as he fucks in and out of Andrew's fist and mouth and milks his orgasm.

Andrew tries not to feel too depressed when Jean pulls away, but his dick is quickly replaced. Jeremy is there to follow, short but oh so wonderfully thick. His mouth is watering, and he's about to swallow Jeremy whole, when he feels someone's rather fucking huge cock push its way inside his cunt. A thumb is rubbing against his dick as he arches his back. “Fucking Seth, you piece of shit–”

“God, you sound good whining my name like a pathetic little–”

“Finish that and I'll rip your dick off,” Andrew mutters. His threat doesn't live long, not after Seth laughs and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt, and Andrew collapses against the cushion, seeing stars. He wants to scream when Seth pulls out almost as quick as he filled him up, but he's speaking before Andrew can fire off a threat.

“Roll over so I can prep you for Kevin, princess.”

“Seth–”

“Stop fighting, baby. Just do it, we know you secretly want to be good for us.”

Andrew sits up and reaches through the hole, taking hold of Seth's balls and giving them a less than pleasant squeeze. The fucking masochist doesn't do anything but moan high in the back of his throat and grab Andrew's wrist before taking a step closer.

“I should rip them off, right now.”

“But you won't,” Seth says, and Andrew hates that he can hear his smirk. “You're going to be a good boy and roll over so I can finger and fuck you while Jeremy gets your throat. Because you like it, don't you? And you want us to take care of you.”

Andrew scowls and gives Seth's balls another squeeze before he lets go and does switch to lay on his stomach. He tells himself he hates the appreciative wolf whistle he gets when Seth grabs his ass and gives it a squeeze, but any fight is fucked out of him with Seth's massive fucking dick filling him back up and rendering him mute. He hates how breathy his moans are, how each snap of Seth's hips earns him another, but damn if he isn't good at what he does. And Jeremy gently nudges the head of his cock against Andrew's lips. He parts them without a second thought, moans now muffled around the beautiful weight of a thick cock dragging across his tongue.

Back and forth, to and fro, slowly pushing towards the back of his throat. The first time he gags, Seth curses loudly and snaps his hips forward before grinding deep. “Jeremy, do that again. He's like a fucking vice.”

“Andrew?” Jeremy asks quietly.

Andrew huffs through his nose and hollows out his cheeks, encouraging Jeremy. A swish of his tongue against the underside is the surprise pleasure point the blond needs, because he moans in surprise and then snaps his hips forward. Andrew gags, and Seth makes a noise akin to something feral. His fingernails dig into the meat of Andrew's ass.

“Fucking perfect, you two. Good fucking boys.”

Andrew feels a little jealous at the feeling of Jeremy's dick twitching against his tongue from Seth's praise, but again, he isn't afforded the brain capacity to be upset. Seth is rubbing lubed fingers against his ass, then two plunge inside in tandem with his dick and Andrew is choking around Jeremy's cock as his eyes roll back in his head. His palms slam against the wall, desperate to latch onto someone.

“Fuck, Andrew. God, you feel so fucking good,” Seth mutters. He repeats the same movements a few times before he switches to fucking his fingers into Andrew's ass as he pulls out of his cunt. Never leaving him empty. Just how he likes it…

Jeremy is doing a fucking stellar job, too. The drag of his cock against Andrew's tongue, the stretch of his lips wrapped around his girth, is slowly replacing his brains with cotton. Every fuck in, whether his mouth, ass, or cunt, is driving him further down into a comfortable cloud of nothing.

He doesn't react as viscerally this time to Jeremy hitting the back of his throat, and this time it's the blond's turn to mutter, “Jesus Christ!” under his breath as he fucks down Andrew's throat again and again. Nothing but a barely there gag and perfect wet heat is wrapped around his dick, and it's pure fucking heaven. Andrew still doesn't pay much mind to Seth adding a third finger to his ass, but he does moan happily at the stretch and push his hips back. It earns him a harsh thrust from Seth before he pulls out and moans Andrew's name shakily. Cum splatters across the backs of his thighs and he lets his eyes fall shut. Everything is falling into place. Kevin is massaging his ass now, fucking between his cheeks and dragging the head of his cock against his hole and Andrew shudders, hips bucking into the touch.

“F-Fuck…” Jeremy whimpers, and Andrew moans happily at the knowledge he's pulled a curse from him. He hollows his cheeks out again, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around the base of Jeremy's cock and add that last layer of pleasure to send him hurtling over the edge. Cum hits the back of his throat as Jeremy's dick gives a few valiant twitches against his tongue before he's stepping back and gasping Andrew's name as the rest of his load lands on his tongue.

As Jeremy pulls out, Kevin fucks in and Andrew melts against the cushion, trying and failing to hold back a shaky whine as he's slowly filled up again. Neil's scarred fingers poke through the hole in the door and Andrew makes another truly pitiful sound as he sucks them into his mouth. Neil hums happily and pets over his tongue, the wall shifting as he rests his weight against it. “I don't think I've got an orgasm in me. Is that okay, Drew?”

Andrew whines low in the back of his throat, trying to chase after Neil's fingers when he removes them so he can reply. “ ‘s fine… gimme…”

“And if I can't get hard?” Neil asks, and though he's teasing, Andrew makes a truly pitiful sound at the thought.

“Careful,” Seth teases, his voice now on the same side as Neil's, “he might think you don't like him any more.”

Andrew whines quietly before reaching through the hole and aiming his middle finger where he thinks Seth is. He hears laughter and feels mildly proud of himself, but it doesn't last long because Kevin has decided he's had enough time to adjust.

“Wait,” Andrew gasps out. “Lemme– lemme get on my back.”

Neil is the only person who replies, but Kevin seems to be pouting through his movements as he slowly pulls out. Andrew takes a steadying breath before he slowly stands and turns around. His head is spinning, but in a comfortable way, and when he lays back down, every muscle that had been starting to cramp no longer hurt. Kevin, impatient as he was, didn't give Andrew much longer than that before he was spreading his ass, thumbs dipping down to massage his hole, and rubbing his cockhead at his entrance. “Andrew–”

“Fuck me, yeah,” he huffs out, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. Neil's cockhead brushes against his lips a few seconds later and Andrew makes a happy sound as he opens his mouth. He's half-hard, which is a treat for unplanned sex, and Andrew hums around his length, hoping to convey his gratitude.

Neil curses quietly from the other side of the wall, and the stall creaks as Andrew assumes he leans his entire weight against it to fuck as deep as he can at the moment. It's perfect for now, his somewhat soft cock slowly filling out as he fucks back and forth across Andrew’s tongue in short rolls of his hips. From there, as Kevin slowly fucks back into Andrew's replaces any higher brain function Andrew may have with his dick, he slips into a comfortable fog.

He doesn't pay much attention except to appreciate the feeling of being used, of being of service, of taking care of while being taken care of. Even when his body starts shaking, when the support beneath him is creaking from the force behind Kevin's thrusts, Andrew can only care to clench around the cock splitting him open. Between his legs feels like white-hot heat, fingers now fucking into his cunt, a thumb circling his dick. And then that heat is wet, he can only assume it's someone's mouth, and he's choking around Neil’s cock as he yells through his orgasm. Neil dips his fingers through the slight gap, pulling back so he isn't fucking down Andrew's throat and he can yell as Neil strokes his fingertips against his cheek and offers him quiet praise.

Kevin is silent, but he's fucking into Andrew at a break neck pace, his nails digging into his ass as he holds him open.

“A-Andrew–” Kevin finally gasps out, thighs shaking as he steps in closer and the fingers fucking into Andrew shift to shorter movements.

Jeremy's voice is quiet as he coos praise at Kevin, encouraging his orgasm. Andrew moans low in his throat, a tremor running down his own spine at some of the filth being spewed. “Kevin– fuck. C'mon, inside!” Andrew demands through gritted teeth. It seems to be the encouragement Kevin needs, because he manages a few more sloppy thrusts before burying in to the hilt.

The fingers buried in Andrew are removed before the unmistakable feeling of Kevin's trembling fingers are pressing inside. He strokes against Andrew's walls, hips grinding forward at the wrecked noise Andrew makes in response.

“Do you have another?” Kevin asks– pleads, his thumb even trembling as he trails it against the underside of Andrew's dick before rubbing against the sensitive tip. He doesn't expect a verbal response, thankfully, but Andrew answers in kind as he curls in on himself and hits his fist against the wall, trying desperately to gasp out Kevin's name, to praise him for his good behavior, but a third orgasm is rendering him mute and all he can do is fling his arms up to grab the top of the stall and hold on for dear life.

He's allowed a few seconds of mind-numbing bliss before the door clicks open and Neil steps inside, wrapping an arm around Andrew's waist to support him. “Relax, I've got you,” he says quietly, massaging the backs of Andrew's hands so he releases his grip and collapses into Neil. He laughs quietly at the absolutely pitiful sound Andrew can't help when Kevin pulls out of him. “Get the plug, Day. Give the princess what he wants.”

“You can't… not you, too,” Andrew huffs out, but there's the barest hint of a smile as he tucks his face in the curve of Neil’s neck.

“Mmm, I'd agree if you didn't turn redder just now, somehow,” Neil says, trying to whisper so Seth can't hear. It's futile, because the door creaks open and said asshole is on the other side looking smugger than he really deserves to be.

“Can I carry the princess to the showers?”

Neil grins at Andrews’s faux annoyed sound. But the blond still holds his arms out to Seth after Neil steps out of the way. “Jean already has the showers going so it's nice and steamy. Let's go.”

“Bossy,” Seth huffs as he scoops Andrew up bridal style, making sure to hold him close.

“Yeah, but, like…” Neil waves his hand dismissively. “Everyone likes it.”

[sakuraghosttown]

omg i just found your blog while searching up info regarding digital witch mayura and i didnt realize other people also were into her character and design!

im designing my myspace page (aka on spacehey) around her and every single time i keep finding weird ass images of her T.T

im really glad your blog has none of that cause it freaks me out honestly

Hi (sorry for the very late response) thank you !

[The reply I wrote is pretty long and turned into a bit of a rant- I guess it's something I wanted to say and this ask is the perfect occasion for it]

i have just set a a plug-in (created by the wonderful @/glenthemes) that will filter and hide any content that is suggestive or is linked with 18+ sources on this blog. no matter what I post, I want to make sure everyone is safe and doesn't have to see content that could make them uncomfortable.

given the context, nsfw content of ukagaka is inevitable, and when it's not the content itself it's the source. it's not that easy to find a good middle ground between posting content of the time and wanting to keep the blog clean.

still, I want to note that: i will never post explicit content. suggestive, maybe, and content made by artist who draw nsfw, yes, it's inevitable but NEVER full on NSFW. And never anything suggestive featuring characters that are canonically minors, or drawings that were visibly, explicitly created with the intent of being seen as such.

I don't mind NSFW images of Ukagaka all that much (expect NSFW loli) what I cannot stand is irresponsibly posting it to public spaces for everyone including children to see, lying, deceiving and putting and putting sense of morals aside (for instance, buying netrunmon's weird ass magazines full of lolicon and litteraly illegal content -possibly related to real life CP- just cause there's biscuit-tan on the cover so you can fill your MFC page and post images on Tumblr and say "look I own some shit with the character you guys like on it" )

I know, I know, these characters are popular enough to where people want to see more of them and not popular enough to where there's a lot of content easily accessible, so you wanna be that guy who owns something that's kinda rare, it makes you feel good I know, but is your photo going slightly viral in communities already overflowing with content worth it ?

Conversation with a friend made me reconsider my views, I no longer feel its necessary to censor anything that could lead to potential NSFW as much as I used to, not only is it like i said pretty much impossible (wether we like it or not, Ukagaka is tightly related to echii and lolicon culture, most popular ghosts were created by people known in the doujin world- usually for their nsfw work and the program itself was created with options such as lifting the ghost's skirts up) it's also important to note that it is something that exists i don't want to censor the past and I'd rather be honest and mention NSFW when I post it, with warnings for those who don't want to see it than pretend it doesn't exist or try to deceive people into thinking is SFW.

Even if some things these Japanese artists draw are pretty questionable, they (most of them) at least make sure to put their 18+ works in different galleries with and appropriate warnings. As it should be. And we should do the same. (Honestly it's kinda funny how some people take artworks that are carefully stored away in 18+ galleries just to repost them in public, all ages blogs, as is)

Im gonna take an example of a person, if you know who, you know, but i won't mention any names (I don't want to bicker with them anymore I just think it's a good example of what I'm trying to say) someone who posted a cropped image of a hentai of Mayura, to make it pass off as SFW (because this person claimed to be against NSFW of her) by doing so, not only are they lying to their followers which kind of sucks but anyone who were to try and reverse search the image to find out what the source is would be met with NSFW. In that case it would be better to be honest about the NSFW nature of that image as to avoid that scenario. Either you want to keep anything NSFW away from your blog in which case, don't try and sneak in images of hentais in it OR post images coming from hentais but be honest about it.

Me ? That's what I'll do, if I post anything that is from an NSFW source, then I'll mention it, and I don't think I want to censor names anymore, because- if the viewer is fully warned that by looking into the source they will be met with 18+ then the responsibility, if they proceed, falls on them. I really am doing all I can to make sure that people know what they are looking at and what they would be getting into and I trust you guy's judgment to know wether you want to proceed with soemthing or not.

TL;DR, if I post a link to a website that has 18+ content or a drawing that is suggestive, not only will it be hidden behind a filter so nobody who doesn't explicitly click on the image has to see, so anyone is free to ignore 👍

I decided against censoring sources and names and instead give appropriate warnings (instead of "I won't name the artist cause they draw porn" -> "the artist is [artistname] just so you know, they draw porn")

Also maybe you're thinking "it's not that deep" but for one, protecting young minds against potentially shocking media is very important, I know the internet corrupted all of us, but I swear, you guys, we actually should try to keep porn away from kids (Crazy I know !) + as someone who certain trauma and who is very sensitive to nsfw, even drawn, I know it can be a hassle and some people would rather stay a miles away from it and this needs to be respected, I'm not gonna go "well the world shouldn't adapt to your problem" or "welcome to the internet" when i have the same problem (and when the problem is people not wanting to see things that shouldn't ever be out so freely in the first place)

Let's just be responsible people who don't post weird porn into public spaces because honestly it just doesn't need to be 👍

[venacoeurva]

I got bills to pay! And discounted experimental N S F W comms are OPEN! Currently ONLY for users I recognize, such as followers I’ve had (positive) interactions with and seen around for a while, mutuals, and previous clients. If I don't know who you are even remotely, it's gonna be a no. You gotta be 18+ as well, of course. There are some series I will NOT draw, if you ask for it, then I'll let you know I won't do it. I'm estimating about 3 slots will be open, but if someone buys a particularly complex one, I may reduce the amount.

I can do short comics and sequences, but keep in mind those are independently quoted prices based off complexity and amount of images/pages and not the flat rate above. Kinks/fetishes are also fine! Just run them by me and make sure they're not on the will not draw list above. Don't try to stealth them past me. That will get you blacklisted.

Keep in mind these are at the end of a short but pre-existing queue!-- Estimated start time for the first one of this type is around the middle or later in the month.

You can see other examples at @wetciabatta on here and Pillowfort. I also have SFW comms open, if that's more your thing, but please use my Ko-Fi for that. 3 slots available currently on there!

Process:

Read the rules and figure out what you would like if it's something I'll do (if shading, poses, overall scene, etc.). Also please acknowledge the price is something you can/are willing to pay.

IM me including an email you can use to discuss such content (so not the family email or a work one), if you're someone I recognize and am comfortable taking such a comm from you (unlikely chance I WON'T, but y'know) I'll email you. DO NOT INCLUDE THE ACTUAL COMMISSION DESCRIPTION/ANY IMAGES OF THAT NATURE HERE. Don't accidentally get yourself flagged.

I will give you a randomized codeword in the IM so I know who is who, especially if email and username don't match. Also, so I can verify it's not some rando who saw us interact/saw that you commed me before and is trying to sneak around. (in my and others' experiences, people do weird, cringeworthy desperate things to get these types of commissions, man...)

When I email you, respond with the following info: -The codeword and who you are on Tumblr -Paypal email to invoice -What you would like drawn as well as parameters (if cropped specifically, what? If you want shading, if a comic then how many panels or pages, etc.) -Any visual references such as for OCs/Player characters or AU versions of characters. I will not draw characters that only have a written description unless I have done a commission with that for you before and I know you do written descriptions very well and are responsive with changes.

We continue from there. If I accept your commission, I will then invoice you and once paid and started, send you a sketch to be approved, and finish it once that sketch is approved. Until you approve a sketch or give feedback asking for any changes necessary and then approve the modified sketch/want any more changes, it will be counted as inactive and will not be worked on further.

[ceescedasticity]

ERIADOR

Why is the Lonely Land so lonely? There's been some discussion of this on the discord server and I thought I'd try to sum up my thoughts.

But first, ERIADOR:

Base map cropped from Christopher Tolkien's, overlay by me. Long Tolkien Gateway-based discussion follows!

The green area in the west is Second Age Lindon (except pre-downfall-of-Númenor there was at least some more land west of the mountains, thanks loads Eru). Any time in the Third Age elves are occupying much less of this, but we don't know how much less, and there's no indication it was ever formally claimed by anyone else.

Off-red area north of Lindon was Second Age dwarf territory — it's possible dwarves also controlled the actual mountains in what is marked Lindon, but it's not stated. The red dot is the approximate location of First Age Belegost. It should probably be more in the mountains proper. Third Age I would guess their territory extended farther south? There was a dwarven kingdom-in-exile somewhere around there T.A. 2802-2941, but presumably dwarves living there both before and after.

You can see the Shire in light blue — boundaries are kind of a guess. It was established T.A. 1601. And then 'suffered greatly' in 1636 from the Great Plague. Rough start!

Angmar is in gray in the northeast. It lasted T.A. 1300-1975. Angmar's borders other than the south one are not entirely clear. They Grey Mountains are mentioned as the eastern border, but that takes us across the Misty Mountains? Anyway Angmar's capital Carn Dûm is noted, at the end of the Mountains of Angmar. There were supposed to be evil Men living there. Its forces also included orcs.

It's generally unclear what the northern border of Arnor was — or the effective northern border. It never seems to be defined, but they clearly weren't doing much when you get up into the Forodwaith. Too cold. Which is kind of weird when you consider that Forochel is at approximately the same latitude as Dorthonion and the ocean is right there NO I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO CONSIDER CLIMATE/LATITUDE/CHANGING OF WORLD. Ahem. There were people minding their own business up there, especially towards the coast away from Angmar.

Apart from its fuzzy northern border, old Arnor was bordered in the west by (south to north) the Blue Mountains/Gulf of Lune/probably River Lhûn. Then its, uh, southwest border was the coast, and its southeast border was Rivers Gwathlo/Mitheithel/Bruinen (a.k.a. Greyflood/Hoarwell/Loudwater) up to the Misty Mountains. It's not clear whether Arnor included what later became Angmar.

Arnor split up in T.A. 861 into Arthedain (northwest), Cardolan (south), and Rhudaur (northeast). There was some dispute between the three over the part of Arthedain around Weathertop, where Arthedain had the watchtower of Amon Sûl and accompanying palantír and the other two kind of wanted it.

Arthedain had the cities Annúminas (the old capital of Arnor) and (its own capital) Fornost. It included what were supposed to be the most populous regions of Arnor. The Shire is in Arthedain, though it was apparently mostly unused by Men by the time the Shire was founded (even though the Baranduin was previously a locus of population — clearly things were already not so great). Northern Arthedain didn't get hit as hard by the Great Plague. It was at war with Angmar off and on from T.A. 1356 at the latest until its fall in T.A. 1974.

Cardolan had two towns on its borders — Bree and Tharbad — but if it had a capital or notable locations of its own they aren't recorded apparently. Its defenses were broken and its last prince killed in T.A. 1409. After this most of the remaining Dúnedain of Cardolan holed up in what became the Barrow-downs and Old Forest. (The Barrow-downs weren't haunted yet but they were a gravesite, and, like, in the Old Forest? How'd that work out for them? Yeeesh.) There were still non-Dúnedain living elsewhere in Cardolan, but most of them died in the Great Plague in 1636. It was after this that the Barrow-downs got haunted, so presumably the remaining Dúnedain were gone, too.

Rhudaur really seems to have gotten the short end of the stick in terms of both size and kind of territory. Yes, they get to be neighbors with Elrond, but does that really make up for it? The territory breakup would be somewhat more equitable if Rhudaur originally included what became Angmar, but that's not clear, and it's not like that's particularly nice territory. Anyway, Rhudaur allied with Angmar sometime before T.A. 1356. It sounds like they did so officially sometime after T.A. 1349, when the king of Arthedain decided to claim overlordship of the other two on the grounds that they didn't have Isildur descendants anymore, but there must have been some sort of relationship before that. According to Arthedain there were only evil men left in Rhudaur after 1409, and there was no one at all in Rhudaur after 1975; there was 'a shadow on the land'. —Okay apparently the etymology of Rhudaur is arguably 'troll forest' or 'evil forest', which, really? I'm going to say it started as the alternate possibility 'east forest', and the other is a later folk etymology.

The uncolored area between the rivers and the mountains used to be Eregion, and doesn't seem to have been claimed by Arnor at all. Imladris is up at its north end, which is probably why Arnor set the border there, but I don't think there's much evidence Imladris was governing the region in any way. Khazad-dum was still active until T.A. 1981, but there's no evidence they did any governing, either. Not clear if anyone lived there.

Dunland… is Dunland. Its western border is unclear because it's supposed to be a road which isn't fully drawn on the map, and also the road curves towards the Isen in a way which would seem to preclude Dunland's southern border being the Isen? Also, how is Dunland isolated enough to avoid the worst of the Great Plague when one of its borders is the main North-South road? Does Dunland have an effective border of some miles east of the road? Anyway the Dunlendings' ancestors were chased there in the Second Age by Númenóreans and they've been there ever since.

Then we have the nice empty space marked Enedwaith! (Technically includes Dunland.) Enedwaith was not part of Gondor or Arnor; they 'had a joint interest, but apparently the only part they actually cared about was maintaining the North-South Road (indicated by the long skinny thingy) and Tharbad. Most of Enedwaith's pre-Númenórean occupants got chased into Dunland by the Númenóreans, but then the Númenóreans didn't really settle there either even in the Third Age. There were some Drúedain in the marshes towards the coast. Both Enedwaith and Minhiriath in Cardolan suffered devastating deforestation in the Second Age, but in the Third Age were apparently perfectly good grassland. —Technically speaking Enedwaith is not considered Eriador apparently? But I'm not sure what it is.

Okay, what else… The town of Tharbad is on the map. It was founded in the Second Age as an Númenórean fort/river haven, and there was a battle there, but after that was ignored for a while until Arnor and Gondor needed a road and a place to cross the Gwathlo. The whole area around the river convergence was really marshy — it was called the Swanfleet — but it was extensively drained to enable building a proper fortified town, a bridge, and causeways for the road on either side. Tharbad hung on after the Great Plague. It did not hang on after Fell Winter-related floods in 2912, presumably because all the drainage systems, dikes, etc. were destroyed in the floods and the area returned to its natural state as a giant marsh. There was still sort of a ford in the ruins of the bridge, but it wasn't a very good ford.

Aaaaand Bree-land, which probably I should have marked but it's just a really small area around Bree. The Bree-men have been living there since the Second Age — their ancestors fled Númenóreans — and just… carried on, all through the rise and fall of the North-kingdom. (For non-Númenóreans carrying on through the rise may be the more impressive part.) Bree was an active trading town and in the late Third Age saw travelers from all sorts of places! Bree-land was occupied by Men and later hobbits. Noted to be most westerly settlement of Men. Hmmm. Not sure I believe that.

Okay. I may have to come back, but I think that covers it.

Stay tuned for (at some point) "why is the Lonely Land so lonely?"

[pokefossilclub]

(@zoruascanbetrainerstoo) Hihi. I'm reallyreally scared. I met a reallyreally weird woman named Cara Liss on Galar Route 6 who said she could revive fossils if I gave her two of them, and I gave her a Plume fossil and a Sail fossil, but there's only one revived Pokemon, an Archen-Amaura, and they're in a lot of pain and I don't know how to help them. -Illanero

Oh dear! Such a shame she hasn't been caught or at least chased away in your universe yet! Of course she hasn't been caught in mine either, but one of these days-

Anyway you are clearly upset and now is not the time for my own vendettas!

I understand that this must have come as a great shock to you! It still comes as a shock to people, seeing the fossils as they are! But I want to assure you that all is not lost!

Your new friend may well be in a lot of pain right now, but odds are good they will not be forever! The initial revivification process can be a shock to the system even for normally revived fossils- after all, they are coming to life in a very different place and in a very brand-new body, and the adjustment can take them a while! For the chimerical fossils, it unsurprisingly can take their minds and bodies much longer to adjust to things!

The good news is that if they were not capable of living without severe medical intervention, this would have been obvious very quickly! They very likely would not have successfully revived at all!

I admit to have not worked with a Plume-Sail fossil chimera personally before- they do not occur naturally in Galar, and if anyone in my universe used out-of-region fossils in Liss' 'machine' they did not turn the resulting Pokemon in to any authorities or even register it properly (a great shame). However, I can try my best to give you some pointers regardless!

The most important aspect is to discover where your new friend's 'weak points' are, and act to solve those first! Many chimeras need attention to diet, as they are often revived from fossils which had different dietary needs; the Archen line are primarily insectivores and the Amaura line are primarily herbivores, so there may be conflict there, but the Archen line can also freely digest many kinds of fruits, so it may be easily resolved! They may also struggle with movement; while Archen can only glide, rather than fly, until they evolve, Amaura obvious cannot achieve the air at all and are therefore built very differently, which could result in difficulty getting around depending on which features are prominent in the chimera. Amaura also spend their lives entirely on the ground whereas Archen climb! Finding ways to balance these needs and requirements physically and-no less importantly- psychologically is why identifying them so early is so important!

These two problems are not the only ones that could crop up, of course, but they are the most common. Sometimes it can be very difficult to work out what is a major vs a minor problem, of course, especially when everything is emotionally overwhelming, so I advise trying to identify problems with the digestive system, the endocrine system (hormones!), or mobility first; these are places where unsolved problems can cause a lot of difficulty! Once you have identified and solved- to the best of your ability- the major problems, you can work on any minor ones. It may be that your new friend can solve their own minor problems if the major ones are worked out, even! Pokemon are very resourceful.

Remember: revived Pokemon are not the creatures who were fossilled millions of years ago, they are only their clones! Your new friend does not remember or mourn being two different creatures so long ago; this is the only body they have ever known, and they will get to know it far more intimately than you as an outsider ever will! If they are provided with the tools they require to have their biological and psychological needs met, they are as capable as any 'normal' fossil of living a long and fulfilling life! After all, even a perfectly averagely revived Archen will still be dealing with a world very different than the one they evolved to live in, and would require aid that a modern Pokemon does not.

It is also, I may add, counterproductive to blame yourself for their predicament! Liss offered a service that seemed appealing to many people, especially people without an in-depth knowledge of the fossil revival process, and you were not and could not be fully informed in your decisionmaking. You made a mistake; she made a career out of lying to people and wielding scientific knowledge in a way that was, at best, deeply irresponsible.

[thephantomcasebook]

These fans are mad that the writers are lame af because ain't no way they've never imagined they wouldn't do characters dirty for no reason before lol

In all honesty ...

I've never seen anyone or anything get so goddamn feral, so quickly, in my life, than the HOTD fandom did.

We all sort of eased back into the franchise at first after being incredibly let down and betrayed. Then from 1x03-1x05 it was like being a part of the GOT fandom again with funny memes and joking around. People slowly falling in love with Alicent and kinda liking young Rhaenyra. All of us agreeing that Matt Smith is a great actor.

Then, around 1x06 to current day, everyone just lost their goddamn mind.

Suddenly there's this weird cult like hate or adoration of Alicent. Fucking Rhaenyra stans out here screaming the condoning for the murder of children and the need for it. You can't even praise Jaehaera - a sweet and innocent little girl - and wish that she get better treatment without some creepy losers shitting themselves in anger over it.

I was on discord earlier and I was showing them the kind of deranged asks that people send into my inbox and it was a large topic of conversation between people - some who may or may not work on HOTD in some capacity or another - about the level of vitriol and rage that cropped up out of absolutely nowhere.

Reddit is a hive of buzzing angry hornets at the best of times, but the level of hatred and anger in the ASoIaF fandom is just unreal and everyone who is a fan and even people who work on the show are noticing it.

I've got this major fucking loser we were making fun of today who is so fucking pissed off because I have a pet theory of A+C=D and they're so angry and offended by it that they hate read my blog and act like one of those sad pathetic "Reply guys" on twitter at every post.

There's also this person who we tracked down and whose blog we all had a good laugh at reading, who sends absolute vitriolic asks because they refuse to believe that Jessica Brown Findlay was originally cast to play Alys Rivers. There is all sorts of evidence from both Olivia Cooke and Phia Saban following her on Instagram, to the head costume designer and several directors from season 2 following her on instagram, to her even liking several instagram posts from the Costume Designer about cast fittings before someone on twitter noticed and she unliked everything.

But still, this person truly believes that if she "Stans" the replacement actress for Alys, that she's somehow a good and righteous person that can claim internet points for being the first stan.

And I think that's the weird part about this whole thing with fandom that we were talking about.

There's people in this fandom, on Twitter and Reddit, that somehow equate their favs to be linked to some sort of real life virtue. That there some sort of moral equivalency test to liking an aspect or character of this goddamn show. And if you fail it or don't line up you're not just against the tribe, you're all and all evil.

And it's so fucking wild how a fandom went from fun crank theories about Varys being a Mermaid to being evil and awful, because, you talked to someone who was around the volume for Pre-viz who heard something at lunch and you relay what they heard to someone who asked what the word is in the gossip mills these days.

Even when you preface and epilogue the post with it being a rumor and probably not true, they still gnash their teeth and post on Twitter and Reddit trying to get a hate mob together to come after your blog.

Mutha'fucker, I'm a 33 year old man who has been shot at and been in life or death fist fights with dudes twice my size.

All I have to do to kick your ass is ignore an app for a few days while I finish a chapter and watch retro anime and Downton Abbey.

Either way, it's crazy out here, Nonny.

Get strapped and stay vigilante, the hoard of rage zombies are out in force.

[creepling]

OKAY SO this isn't a request but i had a scenario i started thinking about last night when i tried to sleep that i wanted your opinion on (johnny on the brain always, unfortunately) and it's just... can you imagine being like, an honorary family friend of the sawyers (your grandparents were close with their grandparents back before times got hard and they had to resort to doing what they had to do, and now, while your folks are gone now and it's just you, drayton considers you off-limits out of respect for old grandpa) and you live a little bit far off from their farmland on your own dingy little farm. it's inherited from your parents, and it's... fucked up. you've got a lot of seeds, but nothing grows, and the house needs worked on and you just *don't* know the first thing about fixing any of it. you're, admittedly, pretty oblivious to what the sawyers do---you never come around without being invited and it's usually just a quick chat with drayton at the end of the road, and on the off chance you're driving your dad's beat up old truck close to their farm and hear any screaming you just think they have some really weird goats---but your visits are always short-lived and you haven't gotten to meet the new additions to the family yet. maybe you drive by to see drayton, drop off some seeds as a gift 'cause right now nothing's growing for you and they're just being wasted, and you mention something offhand about a rusty shed door that won't open or a leaky roof and drayton, after pulling him aside and giving him a very thorough talking to (you don't want to upset grandpa, after all, and your old folks WERE really good to them when they were living) about how he better not try anything, drayton sends johnny back with you to fix something as thanks for the seeds (because let's be honest, drayton doesn't have it in him anymore and johnny is arguably the most.. casual. able to act normal, if you will). so now you've got a sweaty, attractive greaser here to fix your roof that you've never met before. you feel bad about him having to do all the work because you're just so darn *clueless*, so you might as well make some lemonade and cut some watermelon so he can get a quick break from the heat! you keep sneaking glances and admittedly he's real charming, so it's not just the texas heat getting to you. maybe he thinks you're real sweet, if maybe a little oblivious. airheaded? whatever the word for it, you're certainly pretty amusing, and you're already pretty clearly off-limits for *killing*, but drayton never said anything about testing OTHER boundaries, now did he?

omg i love this sm. the fact that reader is normal because they never got brought up in some cannibal patriarch like the sawyers. but who knows, maybe the crops aint growing bc there’s family secrets buried in the soil?👀

also yard work johnny goes through my mind constant because he reminds me of the hot pool cleaners in movies or greaser mechanics. like i just know outside of killing this man is passed about made to do yard work and fix things up. drayton paps him off to fix cars and cut grass for extra cash or southern hospitality and johnny has to begrudgingly do it. but this time his client is hot and naive and fine to look at, so maybe he wants to stick around for a while. point out a leaked pipe so he can fix it and stay for longer, hnng

if you write you should defos make it into a fic, i’d read it in a heartbeat!!

[stepfordgoth]

As if I don't have enough stupid bozo the clown type shit weighing on me right now, I am (probably unnecessarily) feeling so incredibly guilty about something that just happened in the garden oh my god

Back story: I've been afraid of flying insects, ESPECIALLY butterflies and moths, for my entire life. Some of my earliest memories are of nightmares I had when I was very young about butterflies chasing me, about butterflies flying out of my dead relatives' caskets and landing on my face, stuff like that. As an avid gardener over the last few years, I've been consciously working on that fear and I'm at a spot now where I can observe butterflies, moths, bees, etc in my garden with fascination and gratitude, and I rarely get startled by fluttering/flying near me now (as long as it's, like, not right in my face and I'm already aware that they're there. I do still get startled sometimes but I feel like it's not really because I'm so afraid anymore, it's like I've trained myself over the years to be easily startled. But I'm working on it)! In fact there are a few butterflies that I see every single day in my garden, and I watch them from a distance and think about how cool it is that I've created a garden with so much life in it.

Anyway this morning I was in my garden doing my little tasks, and lately I've noticed that something has been munching on my broccoli leaves. I didn't mind it too much though because I knew I've already made the main broccoli harvest of the year and that anything else that grows from the plants is extra and won't be nearly as much as the main harvest anyway, so let some garden residents have a munch, whatever. Today though, is the day that I make the final small harvest! So I was doing my thing, picking broccoli stalks, and I decided that after this final harvest I'd just pull up the plants and be done with them, until I plant seeds for the fall broccoli crops in a few weeks.

Well, under one of the broccoli leaves, I noticed two large caterpillars curled up together. "Cute but gross," I thought, "I bet they're the ones munching these leaves." I'd read about caterpillars being pests on broccoli so I pulled that leaf off and tossed it in my brush/green discard pile without thinking too much about it. After the harvest was complete I pulled up the two plants and set them on the ground near my garden. Then I thanked my garden (I always do!) and went inside to wash the broccoli. While picking I'd noticed a bunch of black spots in the nooks and crannies of the branches but I figured it was either dirt of aphids, and either way they'd easily wash off.

So inside, I was washing and inspecting the broccoli and I found a few of the clusters had this weird sticky goo in the center.....? And I found a few more caterpillars. And I was immediately like "Oh FUCK THAT, I am NOT bringing this shit in my house" and took them back outside, with a bowl of ice water, and continued the washing out there. But 3/7 of the stalks I harvested had so much goo and gunk (as well as caterpillars) that I was like "nope, into the discard pile with ye". And I walked those stalks back over to the pile near my garden..... Where I noticed one of the white butterflies that I see every day in my garden fluttering around the pulled up broccoli plants on the ground. I stood there and watched for a second, not really understanding why that butterfly cared so much about the pulled up plants when there are so many flowers in bloom elsewhere in the garden but then I realized........ Oh my god I bet those caterpillars were her babies. And I just destroyed their food source and their home in one fell swoop by pulling up those plants. Why didn't I think of that at the time???? Now I just feel so guilty. I'm trying to do LESS harm! I'm trying to be kind to pollinators and create a healthy mini ecosystem! And I just killed what is perhaps a whole generation of butterflies who were delighted to be in my garden. [Muppet voice: GUILT.]

Not gonna lie I stood there for a second and watched this butterfly and I cried a little. I'm so sorry I killed your babies and their home and food! I thought they were bad guys! I'm still learning!!!!

[kursed-curtain]

@thewatercolours

I'll take any opportunity I can to twist a prompt into my latest brainrot, so!

-+-

There was once a young boy who was snatched away by three. The first mistreated him, tossed him like a toy. The second saved him, raised him to be kind and polite. The third stole his life away, replaced it with crowns and addenda and the stressors of a princehood.

The boy thought back on the tales of old from his childhood, of the stories about knights and princes venturing off to go seek their desires, which sparked something in him. Why couldn't he be like the heroes of old, of Sir Gawain and Prince Bee-gonia? What was stopping him from leaving an old life behind?

So he did. He set off on the first ship he found, a ship to Llewdor. There, he settled in an inn and started his hunt for jobs. He was quick to learn that his training in his previous life was useless to him here. Jobs wouldn't take him, he didn't have previous experience, he felt hopeless.

Until he found a lovely little family, the Cracker residence, who took pity on him, and were interested in his one useful skill - he used to do gardening, making sure he didn't tell them where or with whom he gardened with. Maybe he could learn a thing or two, and they could too…

"You remind me of someone."

Graham stopped fiddling with the beads of his bee bracelet when he overheard Mrs. Cracker.

She waves the thought away. "Sorry, I'm muttering to myself. It's true, though." She wrestled with a turnip, handing it over to Graham, then continued. "I have a younger daughter, or I suppose youngest daughter. Anisette is her name. You remind me of her,"

Graham glanced down at his feet, at the fields around him, unsure how to respond. He quietly cleared his throat, "Um… I hope this isn't rude, but… mind if I ask how?"

"Well, while working, Annie daydreamed quite a bit, for one," Mrs. Cracker smiled. Graham went red in the face. She handed him another turnip. "Although, she talked a lot more than you do."

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, should I talk more?" Graham spouted, "Sorry, it was quiet and it felt weird to be talking while it was quiet. I'll try to talk more, I promise.

Mrs. Cracker giggled, "I apologize for making it seem like you had to. You don't, it's alright."

Graham sighed, wiping his brow. Keeping up conversation was not his strong suit - and probably one of the many reasons why he left, with how much pressure was put on the smallest of talk.

The work day went on, the animals and rustling leaves working as the two's replacement conversation. There was a faint buzzing that passed. by Graham's ear, and he turned to find a duo of bees working too, hopping from the radish crop to the cornfields. Graham smiled.

"What caught your eye?" Mrs. Cracker chimed.

"Oh um…" Graham went red and silent. "Nothing."

"It can't be nothing. This is the first time I've seen you proper smile all day."

Graham wished he had some sort of shell to crawl into. He tripped over his own words, "I, um, there's…" He spun the beads on his bracelet, at a faster tempo. "The… there's honey bees here," he finally spurted, "They'll be good for the crops."

Mrs. Cracker smileed. "Hm! I suppose so. I'm surprised I never noticed them around before," She chuckled. "I like them."

An excited glint formed in Graham's eyes, like stars, and he blurted, "You do??"

"Well, now that you have me thinking, yes I do."

Graham gasped, like he had been waiting for this moment. "I like honey bees, and they're very helpful for farming. I like a lot of bees, and there's some uncommon ones people don't talk about a lot, but I like bumblebees the most! They're small but they're round and fluffy and their hives are usually under the ground and…" Graham trailed off as he looked to Mrs. Cracker, who was amused by his ramblings, yet still intrigued. Graham still wished he had a turtle shell to slink into.

"I… um…" Graham rubbed the bee charm on his bracelet, patting it on the head. "I like bees."

Mrs. Cracker giggled, then sighed.

"Having a boy like you around makes me think about what life would be like if my son were still here." Mrs. Cracker mentioned, an offhand bittersweet comment. Graham perked up. Mrs. Cracker waved the thought away again. "Ah, I've said too much, haven't I? I don't want to bother you with wistful thinking."

Graham rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanna… hear more, if I'm not prying."

"Anisette may be my youngest daughter, but she wasn't my youngest child. I had a son. My first and only son." She wiped her face, trying to frame it as sweat from the sun, but Graham assumed a different option. Mrs. Cracker continued, "One night, I found that the window next to the cradle had been smashed through. There were little dirty footprints along the cradle, and they weren't my boy's, since he was still crawling last time I saw. Other than the prints, though… there was nothing."

Graham wrapped an arm around Mrs. Cracker, who, to his surprise, pulled him into a hug.

Being here, it reminded Graham of the family he had back at home. The one he tried to leave behind. The one he didn't want to admit he missed. He wiped away his own tears, then pulled himself from the hug.

"Your family must be very lucky to have someone as sweet as you." Mrs. Cracker said.

Graham simply nodded. He glanced at the sun. "I should be getting back to the inn, now. It's been nice talking to you."

Mrs. Cracker raised a finger. She placed a pouch of coins and a radish in Graham's hands, then sent him on his way.

[the-firebird69]

$284 Fisherman’s Platter!! KING OF FRIED SEAFOOD in New England!!

This is a place in Massachusetts and he's driven by here and it's our son on the street yes and no but nearby and if he knew he would have stopped in and they started laughing and said we noticed that that's why we didn't tell you they didn't suck back down and just like a like a dying star who collapse on itself. Is that a laughing and laughing and said it's true that's why I'm saying it I'll send Sandy wong in for takeout have to risk it. That's out of the roaring they started roaring laughing. He's going to Chinese food he says the fried shrimp taste different but they're good but it's not like a batter it's like a tempura it's like a mix but it's really good but it's much different and if he loves the stuff as fat as a cow

And the guy there is a famous guy and he's from down that area and it's not Narragansett it's to the north and they're against us Rhode Island but he's nothing North shore is the South shore and it's along the way to the cape and he said this is one of the best things I've ever heard about this place and he meets from people who are outside or left it's not true but it's nice to hear and it really is awesome and he used to go to Anthony's because if you have any business and stuff you're probably going to Anthony if they're open oh shoot I don't think they're open and they're not open and the Europeans don't open and he got a little upset and he said what happened so I left town and people doing it left town you know that can open it and I said well that would be great it's kind of a politics thing so he tried to do it and they're saying no and no but he hasn't really tried too hard it is politics. Yeah so you get the idea but anyways this is a beer and it goes great with this type of food is made for it it's a light lager and that's what they use it's a nice time eating with having having a good time he likes food and he's going to have a good time tomorrow he's going to try and bring pockets

We're going to try and make this one and use this idea and at first we won't be making that much and we have a lot of areas we can pull these tanks from and building so we would have to borrow too but we borrow some really big food type buildings we need those too huge ones we have a crop it's in about a week and we had one three weeks ago this one's gigantic it's probably too big we used a lot of it for feed I really if we have extra we have to ship it somewhere which is fine we don't mind doing that it helps that really they need to grow themselves so he says we can send seed that's a good idea it's basically the same thing except you treated differently so we're going to go ahead and do that and we'll prepare it and have them prepare and will protect it and it's going to make it more harsh for us but it'll work we plan on doing it anyways. But good we are going to grow a lot this year a lot more than we have but right now that's a good idea too outside of the beer brewery area we will have huge fields of barley and oats and you would see you should see the looks on their faces when they see it they say this is intense I want to go out there and and see it and touch it and we could have like tours or he says he could have like a hovercraft go out there I can have like trails for buses for tours and you can have like a hovercraft like at lunch you can have a path in this lunch bus it is a good take the lunch bus and have really rich nice foods and you just drive around the field and they park it and you're looking over the field I think it's nice and people probably only use it once a week or once a month but it sounds nice and take a break I like the hovercraft idea it's really weird and he wants people to be tourists of strahs can't see a famous beer and it has class. It'll be very odd hovering over the field and flying over this waves of gray and I mean they're just wonderful and beautiful it is some hills and so forth and jails Dale said you can see them harvesting and we can talk about it and I'll tell you what this is a great PR campaign and wait to sell beer that's wonderful what a dream that would be and straws is for like steak and lobster really decent fish nice fish mahi mahi it's an upscale kind of beer and you have a eatery there that's with that it has all that and really you can give away prizes a trip to the strohs brewery with freed lunch and free dinner and all you can drink so we we might do that as a promotional and there might be some entertainment there not a huge bunch of it but he was into computer games and stuff and kids can play those you might even ask us to put in there's the adult version of that really crazy Chinese go-kart in a track with the roll cage but they're still kind of low you have to have bumpers which is not a big deal but boy would that be fun and you try not to get them to go at the same time but boy that's a great idea I'm going to write that down and it's good for kids and adults have an adult size adult track of the different tracks used to have racing cars I can't think of anything better than he says it'll probably be limited to that kind of thing and this really no football out there and stuff like that but their response that might start up again but he says he wants to start racing and it would be probably NASCAR it's not massively classy but they would be starting out and formula one and stuff was too much so you'd have to do like funny cars and stuff but you can have tracks out there there's a track that's nearby it's actually close enough for 60 miles away and you can rename it the strohs track

That's a good time right there with the Mac proper are saying we want to go ahead and do this this is a nice idea it's a really nice tasting beer It goes down smooth it doesn't have any aftertaste doesn't have much sugar or esters and they don't bleach the sugar at all it's really awesome so we're going to put it in now

Thor Freya

You want to use our Chinese go-kart out there the bigger one okay

Bg

Why not right that's a good idea we might do that NASCAR or whatever racing you come up with and it might be what we're doing that's Wonder bread and stuff it's not a bad idea

Trump

Olympus

[gamerbunny1996]

Heart of The City

Chapter 2

Taylor's POV

There in the distance a place with fencing looks like a prison. Jax started to bark with joy. I just smiled happy this place might be our home. I walked down the hill to the place I might get to call home for once, Jaxson is falling on me and tells me something shot me in the arm. Screaming in pain, Jax's hair standing up, graling tell someone shouted at us "Hey what are you doing out here" I looked up at them and tried to pull the arrow out of my arm. The dude had black hair and a leather jacket on and he was holding a crossbow. "I was trying to find a place to survive just like ye, I saw the prison and thought it was a place to live, asshole" I said, pulling out the arrow and throwing it to the guy. "Who are you calling an asshole, anyway what's your name" I got into my bag when this asshole pulled his crossbow to my head "what are you doing" the guy yelled at me. "Well meh name is Taylor, what is yers and I ain't doing anything? I'm just trying to get some bandages for mah arm, Cause you know an ass that shot me with their crossbow" I said sternly. Jax was now sitting next to me making sure I was okay "well sorry about that and i'm going to ask you some questions" the guy said/asked me. "ask away" I started to bandage myself up when this guy asked me his questions, "How many walkers have you killed", "I lost count after 158" well that was a weird question "Okay how many people have you killed" that's when I remembered some sad story of mine when I killed some people. "5" is all I said. Jax then laid his head on my lap "Why", "Sometimes ye have to kill to stay alive if I didn't kill them I would be dead right now it was a life or death situation I had no choice" then we heard footsteps coming over to us. Some walkers came over to us. I stood up and garbed out my sword and killed the three walkers before the one dude did. Turning around the guy healed his crossbow up ready to shoot "so you're good with a sword I see come with me I got a place you can stay", "Wait what's yer name ye never told me" I yelled as he was walking away. He turned around and looked me right in the eye "The name Daryl" the asshole said.

We walked to the gates of the prison where there stood a guy that looked Asian he was holding a gun at his side. "Daryl who's the girl" the one said "Her name is Taylor and I found her close to the prison she seems pretty good especially with a sword" Daryl said to the guy and he let us in. We walked in Jax right by my side making sure nothing bad happened to me, "Um well hello i'm Glenn nice to meet you" I just walked away not even giving him my attention. "I see you don't talk much" The guy said again.

Walking up to a big building I stopped to look up at it. It was a prison alright haven't seen one in a long time. Looking back down I see the two boys looking at me. Jax then walked in front of me with his hair standing up. "What are ye two looking at? I was just looking at the place" I said with confussin. Daryl turned away while the Glenn guy spoke "You might need a new shirt yours is kind of another mind" I then looked down and my black tank top was now a very short crop top.

We walked into the prison and a big group all pointed guns at me or just surrounded me. Daryl just walked over by an old man that has white hair and a beard. A girl with brown hair that goes to her shoulders walked up to me "Who are you, why are you here" she said with sass. Looking her straight in the eye's "Just like ye I want a place to stay, what are ye the bitch leader of all these weaklings even got a baby how pathetic can't keep the guy's dicks in their pants" everyone looked at me like I was crazy. "No, we have a concealed and there are kids here keep that talk elsewhere" I just laughed at what she said.

"Haha it's the zombie apocalypse why not teach them how sex works hmm or are ye still telling them Santa claus is still real pathetic this place is like it still believes the world will get better we can do it well news flash we're all going to FUCKING DIE" I then heard someone laughs. A guy with no hand walks out "This chick is awesome lets keep her" the guy then walked up to me. Sticking his hand out for me to shack "I'm Merle Dixon sweetheart" I looked down at his hand and then back up to meet his eyes. "No and I'm not some pet ye can't keep me" I walked away from him to go look at everyone who lives in this place.

A kid with a sheriff hat on was standing there like he was the boss of the place. Slowly walking up to him with Jax right behind me. "What ye the boss kid that look says so" I said with no emotion in my voice. He just started up "No but my dad was" He said back. Just walking away from him I went to the next person who looks fun to mess with. Standing there was a teenage girl with a baby in her arms. Looking at her with an interested look on my face. When I got closer everyone got closer with their weapons.

"Protective much over a wee baby" I said looking at all of them. "Don't you dare get any closer to the two," the women before said. Laughing I just looked back at the girl and the baby. "A teenage girl having a baby in the apocalypse who the father has or was it a one night stand. You just couldn't handle not getting any dick so ye just went to the first man ye seen" I sassed at the girl. She started to shake her head no very fast.

The dude from before that liked me started to laugh at my statement. "It's not my baby, I'm just taking care of her," the teenager said, scared for her life. I walked away from her and towards the door. "This place is crazy well I'm on mah way now come on Jax" I said walking away from the group. "You got guts there kid why not stay with us you can stay anywhere you like if it makes you feel better" A guy with the white hair and beard said. Turning a round I smirked at the group. "One I'm no kid and second I would love to stay but one thing I'm not yers wee earn boy got that" I said back to them. Jax barked and ran to the kids jumping around and barking with joy. The kids laughed at me dog silliness. Laughing at the little seen I started to walk around the group "So where's mah room" I said to Daryl.

He nodded his head for me to follow. "Wait what's your name" The girl I hursed about the baby said. Turning around I smiled at her "The names Taylor don't forget it" then I continued to follow Daryl.

After getting settled down I walked out of the cell I was staying in to find everyone sitting in a circle talking. One of them noticed me and waved me over to come sit with them. "So tell us your story of how you got here" The blond chick said. Pulling my sword out I started to clean it. "The same as ye, the apocalypse started and I just ran and told me I found this place" I said looking up at her "Tell me all your names you know mine now I want to know yours" I said to them. "I'm Beth, this is Judith but Daryl calls her little ass kicker" Beth said. "I'm Carl, my dad is right there, his name is Rick," the little boy said.

They all started to say their names one by one. Maggie, Glenn, Daryl, Hershel, Michonne, Carol, and Merle. They Are all so different yet there all the same. This is a family I never had. It was amazing to see them all together.

"So what do ye guys do around here?" I asked. "Well we all have a job to do" Maggie said with a small smile on her face. Putting my sword behind my back I got up "Well I'm heading in for the night what job will I have" I said to them. Glenn then spoke "You can do runs with me and a few others" I laughed "Okay sounds good by the way I'm really good at fixing cars" I then walked away. Jax followed close behind. I say down on my bed with my back on the wall. Grabbing my bag I pulled out my book.

Home is what I wanted for so long now here I am with this family that's not a real family. They are strangers yet came together as one and made an amazing place to live in a world like now. Writing is what a story can tell by the memories is the film of that story you have written. This group no this family has written one hell of a story for all to tell. Here I am with a dog and myself with a secret I can't say for my story will never be ready to tell for it is just starting.

Waking up to the feeling of someone watching me. Sitting up I see Merle watching me. "What are ye doing watching me sleep?" I said in a raspy voice from just waking up. "Well sweetheart you're going to go fix up some cars so we can go on a run" Merle said with a big smile on his face. I got up and started to get dressed in cleaner clothes. "Wow don't even wait for me to leave like the view though" looking over Merle was still standing there. "Well I thought ye would have just left but it looks like ye didn't" I said countuing what I was doing.

Putting on some camouflage pants, a black tank top with my hair up in a ponytail. I tied a black handkerchief around my head with black combat boots to tie off my outfit. Picking up my sword and putting it on my back with my two pistols on my belt for guns.

"Looking hot sweetheart" Merle said, Jax then growled at him. Walking past him and into the place where they all eat. "What's to eat I'm starving" I said when I walked in to see everyone sitting at a table eating whatever was to eat that day. "Stew you want some" Carol said with a small smile "Hell yeah it smells great ye made this Carol" I said sitting down with Jax right next to me. Caryl put a bowl of stew right in front of me. "Yeah I did. I hope you enjoy" she said walking away to do her chores for the day. Picking up the spoon I slowly opened my mouth and put the spoon in full of stew.

Humming with the taste I missed so much. Picking up another spoon full of stew and giving it to Jax. He ate it all right up. I thanked Caryl when I saw her passed by and she smiled a big smile when I said that.

? POV

I ran from a group of walkers with my group. We ran into a house and closed the door fast. Putting couches and tables in front of all doors and windows so they can't get in. "Erik, are we ever going to be done running? I'm tired" Kaede said to me. Sitting down in the middle of the room on the floor I looked up at her "Not tell we find Taylor" I said. Tofu then walked over to me and crouched down to my level "She could be dead for all we know" She yelled at me.

I laid down and looked at the ceiling "You guys have no hope in Taylor. I know she is still out there needing us" I said raising my hand to the ceiling. Tofu sighed and walked away.

Pounding on the door started to go away slowly. How I wish Taylor was here. She would know what to do. I can't be the leader of this group any more. "Maybe we should stop looking, stop running and just find a place to live" Kaede said. I just stayed still, not even caring anymore "Let's do it, we can leave once the walkers paces through" Pip said walking up to the little group we have.

Sitting up, I looked at the three girls in front of me "So Erik are you in" Tofu said. Looking down at my shaking hands "Yeah, let's do it" I said looking back up at the three with a smile.