#I love topaz a lot

[cookingthoughtsorcookingcopes]

Madam Topaz and Sir Numby in 1910/20s fashion

[vampkomori]

ip3 text posts but 80% of it is ratio

[walpu]

In Aven's introduction video he was seen at the Herta space station alongside Topaz. Do you guys think he adopted the critters after this visit or

[freezingbirdz]

I think about them a lot.

+ Modern AU designs I made

[endlesslytired]

I've been seeing some really really bitter and irl world projection takes on Topaz since the recent storyline. Yes she went too far and was weirdly flip-floppy in morality. Tbh that's a writing problem and I definitely think they should have picked one, antagonist or unwilling participant in bad work. But you're acting like she's the IPC's biggest simp lord and like she's responsible for every sin known to god. She's really just doing her job. You hate the job, but the job is a job. People work in bad jobs. Like, a good percentage of Star Rail characters have had jobs that are not that far from Topaz's and yet we're getting mad about this one because the company is evil space Amazon? I bet you now we're only getting an inch on the story with the IPC coming in 1.5. It was implied that the place Topaz's ''''sob story'''' was about was Penacony and I bet again we're gonna be fighting the Family and doing something about the control there. This is just one IPC member who is just doing her job and got freaking demoted for changing her mind on something. And on that, she was convinced a world was gonna die and did what she thought would save them until Bronya proved her wrong and Topaz agreed to face her superiors with the change in plans. You think she's unaware the IPC is shitty? We haven't even MET her higher ups. Fucking hell, even the grunts were complaining (AND were acting completely independent from her because they did not listen to her at all). To be honest, if Topaz quit, they probably wouldn't let her go because she's got a talent for it. They'd probably hold Numby hostage because they're kinda the source for this money ability.

The IPC is gonna most likely be taken down and good riddance to involuntary space colonisation. We're just not there yet so THERE'S GOING TO BE EMPLOYEES. THAT ARE PEOPLE. WITH LIVES.

I've changed my pfp to a Guinaifen drawing because I was just as hype for her as Topaz and I don't like the shit I hear from people here. Like stop projecting shit on a fictional woman who happens to have a job you don't like. And you can like a character without supporting that job. Get real.

[electric-plants]

me playing genshin: oh my god i forgot to level up the talents

me playing hsr: oh my god i forgot to level up the traces

[mirokuna-hime]

I love how HSR characters are utterly over the top but are also serious at the same time because their motivations and beliefs which these funny behaviours stem from are never ridiculed.

I mean look at Argenti, he's basically a host in armor with a PhD in theatrics, but his main motivation to find Idrilla is never made fun of by the story itself even when we learn later that there's a high chance that Aeon died.

[fragmentedblade]

Boothill's presentation being entirely on the twitter post makes me think he will be irrelevant in the story in the long(ish) run, and that the game itself won't dwell on him almost at all

[cheriafreya]

slowly getting my FUA team ready... only one beautiful gambler left to replace Gallagher so he can go back to his Superbreak team in peace

[mmmatchasims]

i've decided to wait until early august to resume bpr updates but here is a sneak peak in the meantime 💛

[quil12]

Been slowly collecting all the Twilight Princess pieces in TotK (Yes, I fought a King Gleeok in the Depths just to get the hat - it was well worth it)

[junimoosims]

HOOWWW do you get your photos to look THAT amazing!!!???

[THIS IS OUTDATED]

hi! first of all, thank you so much, that means a lot <3

secondly, there's a few steps:

In Game:

I use the graphics overhaul by simp4sims, it might look intimidating but its really simple if you follow the instructions!

I use Sunblind lighting overhaul by softerhaze for pretty lighting in game.

In the photos you've seen so far I use a very edited version of the daisies reshade by breezytrait bc for ages I couldn't get my MXAO to work in reshade. I've fixed that now (thanks to littlemisslollipops recent YT video lol) so I just use a slightly edited vers now (which you'll see as I post more)

Photoshop:

I use these photoshop templates by aliennooboo to get the shape of the post.

I use the colour pop action by lemonpixel but undo the top two overlays so its more subtle.

Then I tweak the brightness / contour & colour balance to bring back some of the cyan / blue in the photo

I use DeNoise & choose the ISO 400 one (literally no clue tbh, just makes it look smoother)

my favourite bit! I use Topaz Clean & the first Cartoon filter on 1 to achieve that smooth, cartoonish, almost painted look to my posts!

Finally, I add things like speech / thought bubbles, icons, and doodles to make it more fun!

I used this template by simpastels to make my NSB banner bc fiddling with dimensions gives me a headache <3

hope this helps love!

[rairecs]

title: and you come right back author: suheafoams rating: teen wordcount: 3175 fandom: ateez pairing: jung wooyoung/kim hongjoong summary:

“I would make a good boyfriend,” Wooyoung declares in the middle of dinner, apropos of nothing. 

While Hongjoong gets a huge kick out of antagonizing Wooyoung most days, he’s inclined to agree on his particular instance.

So he does. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Wooyoung blinks at him, full of judgment and something akin to disappointment. “You don’t get it.”

(In which Wooyoung attempts to walk the fine line between shameless and demure, and finds that an unwitting Hongjoong won’t let him have either.)

link

[gachaparadise]

I'm so excited for this collab I may explode. The trailer also confirmed Archer (with his original va) will be there which is so so soooo great.

[endlesslytired]

[azullumi]

"once more to see you" ; aventurine

summary — to him, love was like a religion waiting to be discovered and he’ll find god in the way the sun looks on your skin; alternatively, aventurine thinks he’s rotten work and tiring to take care of but not to you, not if it's him (please get the reference).

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship (but aventurine wants to de-establish it), somewhat fluff, slight angst with comfort, never proofread never what?!!, 1.3k ; ficlet

note — 2.1 broke me (the whole quest knocked at the door of my house, shook my hands, congratulated me, and invited itself into my home before pouring water on my face, slapping me, throwing me around, and left with the door open, all the while, my family watched). this is day 1 of writing for aventurine until i have him.

“you have a lot of moles.” his voice, despite a gentle whisper, tears through the silence of the night like a drop of water that ruptured and disturbed the surface of the pond. “especially here.” he gently taps on your skin; they seem like stars, he swallows the words back down. 

you feel aventurine’s finger trace on the back of your neck and the curve of your shoulders, seemingly drawing—or connecting something. it was ticklish, the way he gently drags his hand and ghosts over your skin, a soft laugh slipping past your lips (you’ll capture his touch on your skin as if you were a sinner remembering how forgiveness tasted on your lips). there was something intimate that lingers in the air between you two as you lay in his bed with him, a fleeting moment that will be inked into your mind. 

(the both of you leave your titles behind, mixed together with the scattered objects on the floor, laid on the cold ground to be picked up and worn later like a shiny medal even if you weren’t proud to have them.)

“they say it’s where your lover kissed you the most in your past life.” you stir in your position as you speak, coming to face him and meet his pretty jewel-like eyes—how alluring it was, painted with vivid colors yet it never shines. the sound of mirth laughter bubbles from his throat, a pleasant melody to your ears.

he asks, curiosity tracing the tone of his voice, “and from where did you even hear that?” and you shrug, bringing your form closer to him as you seek for more warmth, “i can’t recall. perhaps i heard it from topaz or maybe from one of the members of the ipc? they’re the only ones i often see and talk to.”

“the doctor?” he wraps his arm around your figure, his hand settling on the small of your back.

“that man will only scorn at that idea and call it stupid. he’ll most likely say that ‘only fools would believe such concepts.’” you mimic the way the esteemed doctor spoke, from the serious expression that he always don on his face to the deepening of his voice. your seemingly successful imitation earned a chuckle from the blonde-haired man before you.

“i’m sure he will.”

silence falls between you two and you took this time to adore each and every line of his being. a few strands of hair fall over his eyes—beautiful, captivating, mesmerizing, you could list out every word to describe his eyes but it would never be enough. you had always wondered why he would hide it until you witnessed the reason why he does so. 

aventurine seems to study your expression at the same also, a soft look on his face as he did, and you can’t help but be curious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask him, breaking the silence that nurtured itself in the space between you and him.

you, he wishes to answer. how you look at this moment in his embrace: you were wearing one of his shirts, albeit, not exactly to your size but you insisted, saying that you liked it as it smelled like him. how gentle, loving, adoring, you were everything; he looks and thinks of you as if you were his everything (he doesn’t deserve you). but he doesn’t say it—the thought weighs too heavily on his mind, claws at his throat, and suffocates him—, instead he utters something entirely different that creates a shift in the air between you two. 

“i don’t think i can do this.” he turns his head to look away from you, staring at the ceiling instead. it seems to extend itself far and far away from him.

the horrible part of being human is the tendency for destruction that lies in your bones. stained palms, calloused pads, despite the gentleness of your touch and the comfort of your caress. the desire to devour flesh and bones, to understand the underlying thoughts and meanings behind words and unexpressed feelings by consuming them. to submerge and drown in the depths of one's despair and desire (too close that the line blurs into one). the horrible part of being him was his tendency to destroy—hesitation and doubt lies in his being and aches at his chest, tugging on his heart’s strings, and settles on his throat—, it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you, it’s just that he can’t.

“do what?”

“this.” you know exactly what he was referring to, know what he’s afraid of. he has laid himself bare and vulnerable in front of you countless of times that you have memorized the constellations that adorns his skin. you know him, you have known him enough to recognize the fear that tugs on his voice and see the walls that he tries to build up in front of you. you know him enough to know what thoughts are plaguing his mind.

“why do you think so?”

“don’t you think i’m too much to take care of?” he tries not to choke on his words and bite his tongue, careful not to let his voice crack lest he crumbles underneath your caress. i am undeserving of it. worthless. failure. selfish. discarded. coward. loser. nothing. you are bound to leave. 

“not for me.” you caress his cheek and guide him to look at you—instead of the ceiling that seems to appear farther than it originally was in each passing second as the walls glean over him like a shadow—, to meet your gaze and see the sincerity that lurks deep within. “never will i get tired of you. so, let me carry your burden.”

he takes a few seconds to answer, uncertainty lingering in his tone: “it’s not yours to have.”

“it may not be.” you answer with no hesitation, “but it doesn’t mean that you must shoulder them alone.”

he opens his mouth to speak but unable to find the words to say, he closes them. there was a moment of stillness shared between you two. comfort, relief, assurance seeps into the ache of his bones and you say something too heavy even for this steady and silent night to hold, the words too much to be held—light spills in like a flood as if it was pouring out from the sun itself.

“i love you.”

“you utter such words as if it’s something easy for you.” as if loving him was just as simple as waking up in the morning and adoring the way the honey-light hugs your form as the dust settles in the corner of your room. when he’s stripped of everything and left with nothing, would you still love him the same? would you still kiss him as gently as you did? would you still hold the shards of his form even if it makes your hand bleed? 

you spoke in a gentle yet firm croon, gaze unwavering, “because it is.”

you see the falter in his expression: his face, that once was crumpled, relaxed and so did his gaze soften. and you smile at him with only adoration in your eyes—like a devout follower to a divine being. “are you still afraid?”

“i don’t know.” he whispers.

“it’s alright. you have all the time in the world.” your hand weaves itself into his own, fingers lacing with one another, and you gently squeeze. it was a form of reassurance, a way of telling him that you’re here with him through all of it.

the warmth has settled in your being and you spill yourself into the cracks of his vulnerability. “i love you.” you say once more and you kiss the mark on his neck—lingering and soft as if you wish that it would take all his hurt away. the way he shudders underneath your touch, the hitch of his breath soon followed by a gentle sigh as he cradles you closer to him tells you everything that you wish to hear.

for once, he sleeps as if he had nothing to carry, nothing that shackles him to the stars that forsakes him.

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