#I made a new post instead of reblogging the chain

[eloarei]

I was tagged to make myself in this dollmaker that's been going around. It's a cute one. Also have an OC, for funsies.

[fitzrove]

I haaate very long reblog chains haha so I made a new post instead of reblogging but. Tysm for tagging me in this thing @musical-ingenue-wannabe 👀

I thought I would have trouble picking faves but I in fact did Not. Honestly I'm not sure I quite fit any of their vibes perfectly sjkddkf except. Um. No I shan't say,,

Hehe tagging people where I already have an inkling about what they'll put for the options (😭😂): @armandjolras @aboutyoutoo @wo-der-horizont-beginnt @hydromantia

[javis-burner-phone]

To Writers in the Pedro Pascal Fandom:

This fandom went full Chernobyl this summer. I need a hazmat suit to get through these tags. I recently saw an anon reach out to a fic writer here.

The anon is right that there's a problem in the fandom space, but they're misplacing blame. I'm writing this post for the non-hateful writers that have tried to feel a part of the community, but ended up feeling left out. I'm posting this on a burner account for obvious reasons that you'll see below:

The hateful posts about "big writers" have absolutely disgusted me, but I can relate to the frustration that many fic writers are expressing. We see very fun and active areas of the fandom where writers are communal, hyping each other up, reblogging fics, but only within certain friend groups. Most of us writers don't have that. Instead this fandom sometimes feels like a desolate wasteland for many of us.

Here's where us writers need to place the blame:

Since the introduction of algorithms, there has been a cyclical effect: popular Tumblr posts are boosted due to everyone's default feed settings and posts from new, lesser known blogs are pushed down.

Over years, this has impacted fandom spaces in a sort of feedback loop. We're currently seeing the late stages of this. This effect pushes most fandom activity towards the already popular blogs by default. (Yes, Tumblr has always shown popular posts first, but algorithms, and the feedback loops they create, have made the effect stronger over the years.)

Is that the "big writers" faults? No. Are friend groups to blame? No. In fact, we should have more friend groups in this fandom. That's how fandoms used to be. There were dozens of overlapping friend groups that would have long reblog chains and mainly interact with each other. New people could find other new people pretty easily and make their own groups.

Now new people/smaller blogs are far less exposed to other new people/smaller blogs by default. *That* is the problem.

Eventually, I found my people. I feel a part of the community and you can too.

You just need to make 3 virgin sacrifices and find the lochness monster in order to do so. What I mean is, it takes a lot more effort than it used to. Be ready for that:

1. Sort by "Latest posts" when searching fandom hashtags. Imagine if Ao3 used an algorithm to show popular fics first instead of sorting by most recent fics. New writers would be screwed, right? That's what Tumblr does. Support posts that resonate with you, but have low engagement. Leave likes, comments, reblogs! Guess what happens when someone that feels isolated in this fandom gets a bunch of notes from you? They're gonna check out your blog. They may want to connect!

2. DM people. Is there a lesser known blogger whose posts you like? Ask to be mutuals! Start a conversation! If you can't be social it's gonna be near impossible to build community. Sorry if you have anxiety, but that's the truth. Warning: half the convos will fizzle out. Move on to the next person as soon as you sense this.

3. Don't try to connect with bigger blogs for friendship. I've tried and as long as you gush over them, they respond, but the interaction ends there. DMing them works, but the convos almost always feel one sided and fizzle out. I'm mutuals with some bigger bloggers, but I had to add their usernames to my filtered content list in account settings. This means they can see my stuff, but I can't see theirs. Seeing them have fun in their friend group just reminds me of my failed attempts to connect. Maybe filtering them isn't fair, but that's how I deal with my negative emotions. No, they are not rude for not befriending me. I don't feel entitled to friendship.

(edit: I got a weird anon about this part. It's more difficult to befriend people who already have close-knit connections here. It's not impossible, but I've had much better luck with fellow isolated fandom members. The secret ingredient is our shared desperation lol. Befriend whoever you want ❤️)

4. Join/start a small PPCU discord server. The big servers will just make you feel more isolated, but the intimate ones are way more communal and it's easier to make stronger connections there than on Tumblr. 

These tips are for people that actually want to find solutions instead of spreading hate and complaining.

I'm saying this as someone that averages 50 notes on most of my fics after a year in this fandom(edit: saw this poll and thought I'd clarify. I get 50 notes now, but for 8ish months I got 5 on a lucky day. This post is for people who still feel isolated because I know how it feels.) It takes way more effort than in the early 2010s to feel a part of a fandom, not because of cliques, but because of the feedback loops the algorithm creates. 

I understand the frustration, but I'm not going to spread vitriol just because the fandom ecosystem went to shit. 

[russellsppttemplates]

I'm in this if you are (Lance Stroll)

Lance wants to show you how wonderful love can be

Note: english is not my first language. this is a long piece that I hope will keep the interactions back up (I love getting your requests and overall having you interact with the posts and having some random thoughts shared too!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as this is my first Lance request * nervous giggles *

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: mentions (bad) past relationships, curse words

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"Is it okay if we meet up at the park instead?", you suggested to Lance over the phone, "it's only a five minute walk from work for me", earning an affirmative answer on the other side of the line as well as a farewell.

Packing your backpack with your laptop and a book you had to bring home for the weekend, switching everything off and ringing your card so you could get yourself out, heading for the park Lance was meeting you at.

It was something new, so you were being cautious. After all, you had fallen for people before who weren't good for you in the end, so you had learnt to keep your distance. But did you hope that maybe this time it would be different. The Canadian young man and you have been spending some time together after meeting through a mutual friend, and today was no different since he had texted you earlier if you would be up for a stroll in the park after you were done from work, having you accept it and even letting yourself feel giddy about it.

Following the directions he gave you, you saw him sitting in the bench like he had told you, getting up once he saw you and coming closer to you, "Hi, how are you?", he said, giving you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Hi, I've been good, very happy that it's Friday so I get the to be home for the weekend. And you, busy day?", you greeted him back and continuing to walk alongside him, "yeah, the meeting was about the last few things we need to sort out before the race next weekend, so it got a bit longer than I expected but it was all good, means I didn't have to wait too long for you, but I did get you these", he said, showing you a small white paper bag, leaving you to open it.

The small sticker that closed the bag was enough to get you to gasp, recognising your favourite bakery chain's logo, "you say they always run out in the shop they have near your office, so I dropped by the one close to the factory to see if they had some and they did", Lance smiled, seeing you smile back at him, "thank you! Do you want to go and enjoy these by the lake?", you suggested, seeing that it wasn't too busy around there.

Sitting down on the dry grass, you and Lance sat in front of eachother, talking about your day and laughing at funny moments from eachother's day while sharing the croissants he had gotten, "thank you, again, you didn't have to", you pointed to the empty bag, whisking any crumbs away from your lips and clothes, "it was only fair that I got to try "the best croissants ever" according to you, and since I had some time to kill before I met you here, and it is always a pleasure to see your eyes sparkle like that", he said softly, noticing the blush on your cheeks and your shyness coming through, taking the hint to keep talking, "and a croissant like this after a long meeting and at a park like this with this company, there's not much more than I want".

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You were dancing around in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil so you could put the pasta in, singing to the lyrics before you phone stopped the song and instead made the sound of an incoming FaceTime call, seeing Lance's contact on your screen. "Hi Lance!", you greeted, waving at the screen, "Hey, you, am I catching you at a bad time?", he asked, lighting what looked like a nightsand lamp, "Just making dinner. Is this a good time for you though? You look like you're going to sleep", you cringed, propping your phone since one of the glss containers you had on your counter top so you could put the pasta in and still she Lance while he saw you in shot too, "I wanted to talk to you", he mused, "I saw your text, but they needed me to fix something on the steering wheel and just to be sure I called now because I was afraid you'd be working still and I would interrupt it", he reasoned.

Hoping the LED light that illuminated your working area in the kitchen hid your blushing cheeks, you managed to reply, "I was just checking in with you, seeing how it went. Aren't you tired or in need of sleep? We can talk another day, it's fine", you admitted, even though deep down you were enjoying his (virtual) company, especially seeing him like this, tucked into bed in his pyjamas and looking so handsome and soft, "I'm okay, don't worry", he yawned, "so, what are you cooking?".

Conversation flowed while you cut the vegetables so you could cook them in the pan, sharing the recipe with Lance and coming closer to the phone whenever you were letting things cook on their own, supporting your face on the palms of your hands while your elbows rested on the counter top, doing one final move to plate your pasta, "uhh, that looks good!", Lance exclaimed, seeing you top the dish with some cheese, "it usually tastes good, yeah, and it's also very quick to make. I began just when we started this call and we've been here for- oh, we've been here for nearly an hour! Lance, you could've told me! You probably need to sleep, I'm sorry that I kept you here!", you apologised, guilt overcoming your whole body. You truly didn't think you had been on call with Lance for such a long time, it was truly flowing and, above anything, feeling comfortable.

"You don't have to apoligise, I stayed here because I wanted to be with you and spend time with you, unless you're apologising because I bothered you", he hinted, "No! No, not at all, I loved sort of having you here with me", you hurriedly clarified, "I just didn't want to bother you or your sleep routine, it's really late where you are", you shot him another apologetic look, "I said none of that, no apologising for this anymore. I enjoyed having you here with me too", he smiled softly, "but if I don't go to sleep soon, tomorrow is going to hurt", he reasoned.

Sitting by your table, you propped the phone again against your bottle of water, "sleep is very important, Lanc-", you were interrupted by him, "but I need to know if the pasta is delicious or not, it's only fair", he winked as you rolled your fork on the plate, grabbing bit of everything and trying it, "it's amazing, I can confirm", you said, "you look like a little chipmunk, and your dimple is showing too. Totally worth it staying up this late", he complimented, leaving you to bid him goodbye, "goodnight Lance, have a good sleep", you whispered, switching off the call when Lance gave you the same wishes, giddily smiling at your pasta at his attentiveness, allowing yourself to be swept off your feet.

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"Was it as good as your pasta, though?", Lance asked you as you walked along the city streets after leaving the restaurant where you had dinner. The small and cosy local restaurant was perfect for another date with Lance, your hand latched in his since you left the restaurant after thanking the owner for a great evening, "I'm not a professional, so this one was better, but my own has potential too, you know?", you giggled, allowing yourself to lean a little bit on Lance, pulling your bodies closer to one another, making him also feel your own easiness around him, which he appreciated. From the moment he met you, he knew you wouldn't be swept off your feet with elaborate dinner dates and fancy invitations to lavish places. Above anything, he noticed you were cautious, not that he thought that you were expecting him to do you any physical harm, but because maybe you had been emotionally hurt before. Because of that, Lance made it his mission to show you what love could be like, how beautiful and how simple two people who care about eachother could develop into something more.

Seeing a flower peeking out of a house fence, Lance couldn't contain himself and he plucked it, making you stop, "Here, look at me, please", he mumbled, tucking the flower behind your ear carefully, his eyes boring into yours, "I really like you, Y/N", he confessed, "and I won't pressure you into anything, I can wait. Damn, I'll wait forever for you if I have to. But I don't want you to go on without knowing this", he smiled hopefully, not knowing your reaction as he hadn't planned to do it like this.

Cupping his cheek, your thumb ran over his cheek, softly touching the corner of his lips in a silent question to know if he too wanted it before you leaned up to kiss him, pressing your lips in his for a tender kiss, pulling back to see eachother's reaction, only to crash his lips against yours passionately.

"I really like you too", you whispered, afraid to disturb the moment between you, earning a chuckle from Lance, "I should hope so, imagine if you were to tell me now that you despised me after that kiss, I don't think I could handle it", he placed his hand on top of his heart, earning him a small slap on his chest, "I'm trying to be serious with you", you whined, "So am I, Y/N, completely serious. I'm in this if you are", he said as he hugged your, kissing your forehead before kissing your lips again, "I think I found a new favourite thing to do".

.

"So you don't want to go?", Lance questioned, "it's not that I don't want to go and see you do what you love, it's the whole thing, Lance", you murmured, "I'd have to fly out on a different day, I'd have to sleep somewhere, and that whole thing needs to be accounted for, I need to sit down and look properly at all of it", you almost hissed at him, not enjoying the tone it came out of your mouth but going with it nonetheless.

"But I can pay for all of that. I am, in fact, paying for all of that, that's why I'm offering you to come to a race weekend", Lance admitted, frustrated that something so simple for him was causing a fight between you, "and that is one of my problems! I don't want you to have to take care of me like that, I can take of myself, I'm not dependent on anyone and I can do things on my own!", you admitted, voice shaky while you looked at him, "I need a minute, please", you said as you felt your eyes grow wetter, excusing yourself to go to your balcony.

You knew Lance had money, a whole lot of it, so much so that, realistically, you coming along with him to the race would go probably unnoticed in his bank balance, but that didn't mean you were totally comfortable with him paying for everything. You could take care of yourself, now you knew that, despite of years of previous boyfriends telling you it would be hard for you to make it on your own and by your own merit. And you were scared, because was this the way this was going to end? Had you been, yet again, blinded by a guy who wanted you to be what he liked, who wanted to build you to the image he wanted and needed you to depict?

Inside, Lance noticed the cold air coming from the small gap of the door to the balcony that you had left open, imagining how much colder it would be for you, standing outside, looking around in hopes to find what he was looking for.

You heard the door squeak as it opened, thinking to yourself it was just the breeze when you heard footsteps, thinking for a second someone had broken into your house uninvited, "I'd prefer if you didn't have a cold", Lance said softly as he draped a blanket over your shoulders carefully, not missing your stunned expression, "you're still here?", you managed to let out, "I, I thought you were going to leave, I didn't think you'd stay", you stuttered, "Why would I leave?", Lance asked and almost immediately he answered his own question: because that's all you've ever known. When things got complicated, they would leave you. So you naturally thought he would do the same.

"Y/N, I'm not going to leave you when we fight", Lance said, keeping himself close to you, holding himself against the railing, "that is a promise I intend on keeping to you, and I'm going to do my absolute best to make sure that I won't break it", he declared, "Can we talk about it though?".

Holding his hand in yours, you nudged him to sit in one of the chairs you had in your balcony, sitting in front of him so you could express what was on your mind, "this is a bad story from past experiences, so if you still want to make that exit, I promise I'll manage and forget what you just side", you suggested playfully, feeling him squeeze you hand tighter in his own, "I've been in bad relationships before, it probably does not come to a surprise to you, but some things still haunt me years after. I used to have a boyfriend that would get me presents, or he would pay for things, and for a bit a just took it down as he was being nice, but he slowly started offering things in exchange of something, like me changing what I wore because I would wear something he got me instead, or change what I ate, who I spent time with, ans slowly everything he somehow offered turned out to be because he thought I couldn't do it on my own, that I wouldn't ever be able to sustain myself independently, so he thought he might as well "help me" and change who I was in the process", you gulped, "and I only realised it later, when his supposed affection for me was only there when I complied with what he asked of me, and the moment I realised was a constant fight, day in day out, where he left and then he would come back and belittle so much into thinking that it was my fault he would leave and we wouldn't solve anything we were fighting about", you confessed, "breaking up wasn't even the hardest part, but the scars that it left me with are still here, that's why I thought you would leave, because you wouldn't want to hear my side and-, fuck", you wiped a tear that insisted on falling, going back to play with Lance's fingers after, "I love you so much, I care about you so much, and you make me feel things I've never felt before without any conditions", you looked up at him, seeing an expression that was a mixture of sadness, anger and maybe some revolt too.

Lance brought your hands together and kissed them, "thank you for sharing that with me, I appreciate it", he began, "and I'm so sorry that some bastard thought it was okay to treat you like that, because it is not", he squeezed your hands, rubbing his thumb on them, "you deserve to feel all the love in the world without anything in it other that love itself. I get to be loved by you and that is one of my biggest blessings, and I'll be damned if I ever make you feel less loved or less appreciated than you deserve. But that promise I made is true, I want us to always talk about something that we don't see eye to eye on, so we can understand the other's perspective, I don't want to run away from anything", he nodded for you to continue, signalling he was done.

"I'm not from the same social or professional sphere that you are, and that makes me wonder about this whole situation, like there isn't a way that I can keep up with all of that travel on my own", you admitted honestly, "and I don't know how I feel about you covering those costs, like, of course I want to go see you do your thing at the track, and be there to support you, to congratulate you when you win and to hold you when things don't go as well, even if it's not all the time, but all of that seems a lot", you explained the situation to the best of your ability.

"Can I go now?", Lance wondered, his hands still holding yours, "I don't want to sound like a prick, or like I'm flashing everyone of how much I have, but it is also true that I don't mind paying for those things. Truly. And I don't do it because I want some change from you in return. I do it because I am fortunately able to and because I want the people I love with me as much as they're able to", he said, moving his hand to caress your cheek, "I never want you to think for a second that anything that I offer, present you with or pay for is a way of manipulating you", he assured, looking for your own reassurance in your eyes.

You shuffled around in your seat, looking into those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much, "thank you", you smiled through your tears, "you don't have to thank me for loving you, I should be the one thanking you for trusting me and for letting me love you".

[violetganache42]

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[desolationlesbian]

Tumblr just recently changed the search such that when you put a search term in, it will show you not only original posts but also reblogs. I understand why they did this. Some of the best/most popular posts on this site are multi-reblog-chain discussions.

However, now if you search a term and select Top / Today, you will no longer see the top posts from today. You will be shown a bunch of really popular posts from years or a decade ago that happened to have a stupid comment appended to it today, I guess because that reblog addition was made "today" and the post itself is very popular, and the algorithm doesn't know how to distinguish that from a well-liked post that was actually made today.

I pretty frequently check the latest fanart offerings by searching Top / Today of the things I like and this change has made doing so nearly useless because instead of new stuff the results are now old 10-bazillion note posts who happened to get a pointless comment that day. I am very very annoyed :T

[sexhaver]

turned off reblogs on my post about the BPD redscarepod girl trying to fuck her therapist because 90% of the people reblogging it have the old chain where she looks insane and the therapist looks cool and collected, instead of the two subsequent updates i made where he reciprocated her flirting via text and then got found out by his wife. having to read a new set of tags literally once per minute about how he's the victim here and she needs a lobotomy makes me sick. i know i kind of caused this issue by making the post in the first place but these tags are singlehandedly making me antipsych enough to consider flushing my wellbutrin

[aquaquadrant]

there is a ticking clock

Warnings: Mild language, shipping

Summary: Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

A/N: Ik I’m late to the party but I’ve been on vacation, after I came home I binged Etho’s pov and then stayed up til 2 am writing. Y’all can blame @lunarcrown and this post for this one. Hope u enjoy, pls reblog if u do! - Aqua

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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there is a ticking clock

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Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

It’s a standard clock made of gold and powered by redstone, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He’s attached an iron chain to it, because he knows its intended recipient prefers to have a clock within view at all times instead of hidden away in an inventory. It’s easier not to lose track of time that way. Because if it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind.

Another clock is ticking against Etho’s wrist, beating with the same rhythm as his pulse. The numbers are green. The game’s just started and he has plenty of time. This is what he tells himself as he tugs his sleeve down to cover up the timer. He can still feel it, though. Always ticking.

‘You have twenty-four hours to live,’ Grian had said. ‘Good luck.’

Etho’s luck has held pretty well so far. He hasn’t died yet, he’s found a good team, and he’s even gathered some decent resources. Including enough resources to make a clock. Just four lumps of gold and one handful of redstone dust. Redstone is more precious to Etho than gold, maybe even more than diamonds at this moment, but he hadn’t given it a second thought as he put the clock together.

Like the other players, Etho has lived countless lives in countless worlds. But one thing that remains constant is that whatever world Bdubs is in, he needs a clock. It doesn’t matter if he’s in a world where he can’t sleep- which is a special kind of hell for Bdubs, Etho knows- he still needs to have one. 

It helps him, Etho thinks. Knowing when the night will come.

Etho knows what happened on Third Life; Scar gave Bdubs a clock, and Bdubs killed Impulse for him. Etho also knows what happened on Double Life; Bdubs and Impulse were soulmates, and Impulse gave Bdubs a clock as a token of their bond. Forgiveness and a promise all wrapped up in one gesture of kindness- and perhaps, something more.

They were married, back then. Etho doesn’t know what that means, now that they’re in a new world.

(The clock’s always ticking.)

Etho’s already found Bdubs in this world, but they’ve ended up on different teams. Bdubs with Scar and Cleo, Etho with Tango, Skizz, and Impulse- ironically. That doesn’t bother Etho. He’s never had a problem with Impulse. The guy is too earnest, too kind. Even when he and Bdubs were soulmates, he’d welcomed Etho’s allegiance with open arms- and perhaps, something more.

If Etho had been brave enough to ask. If Joel hadn’t been so committed. If things hadn’t gone so badly so quickly. That’s always how it goes, isn’t it? They think they have more time before it all goes to hell, and they’re always wrong.

But this time will be different. This time, Etho knows exactly how much time he has left.

(The ticking clock won’t let him forget.)

It wasn’t that hard to track down Bdubs. Etho follows his voice like a compass, weaving through the dense oak trees, ducking under branches, hopping over small craters in the dirt. He slips a hand into his pocket as he goes, just to make sure the clock is still there. He wraps the chain around his fingers. The metal’s cool against his skin.

He doesn’t call out to Bdubs, not yet. He only catches brief glances of the other player, a flash of red and white against the green forest. Bdubs is talking to himself, oblivious that he’s being followed. Or maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s just humoring Etho until he can get the drop on him, turn the tables on him. It’s a game of cat-and-mouse they play often, a thrilling dance. Etho’s always loved the chase, and Bdubs knows it.

Bdubs disappears around the side of a peninsula with a modest hill on it. The hill where Etho is currently setting up for a mob farm. Etho holds his breath as he follows, inching across the sandbank. His ears are pricked and his eyes are up, muscles tense, waiting for a possible sneak attack- but he hears Bdubs continue on the other side.

Etho steps around the corner.

Bdubs is walking towards the small island that is the top of Etho’s underground base- his and Impulse’s and Tango’s and Skizz’s. Impulse and Tango are currently working on it, flattening out the terrain to make room for the future structure.

Etho pauses, only a few blocks from the narrow sandback that leads to the island.

He’d wanted to do this in private. Like a secret pact, just between them. Impulse and Tango are on his team, the TIES. They’re allies; he shouldn’t be keeping secrets from them. But deep down, Etho knows who he’d choose if it came down to either of them or Bdubs.

If it came down to anyone or Bdubs.

They haven’t noticed him yet. Etho takes a step back, watching the trio. Bdubs has made it across and is chatting to Impulse from behind an abruptly placed door. Tango is still clearing land away. None of them notice as Etho turns around and sprints down the coast, his footsteps light on the sand. He leaps over the river and darts back into the forest, back into the trees.

No voices call after him. He stops to catch his breath.

Later. He’ll do it later- he’s got plenty of time.

(The clock on his wrist is ticking.)

He ends up going to Bdubs’ base at the top of the mountain, because- well. They have cows. Etho’s own team has tried multiple times to acquire two cows, to no avail. If Etho takes two now, he’ll have solved his team’s problem and given Bdubs a reason to come after him. He just knows it’ll tick Bdubs off. So he’ll take two cows now while no one is home and then Bdubs will come for him later and Etho can give him the clock then.

Except Cleo’s home, actually. And she makes it quite clear that the only way Etho is taking any cows is by force. Etho doesn’t want to get into a fight with Cleo; not this soon, not over this. So he concedes defeat and returns home.

He’ll figure out another way to get Bdubs alone, to give him the clock. He’s still got time.

(Always ticking.)

When Etho reaches the end of the forest that overlooks his base, he pauses. He can hear faint voices, and peeks out from behind a tree, not yet willing to reveal himself.

Bdubs is still on the island, talking with Impulse while Tango lingers beside them. Etho can’t make out what they’re saying from this distance. He tries to listen anyways, and catches only snippets. He watches intently, noting who has a weapon equipped, just in case anything should go wrong-

Something familiar is in Impulse’s hand. Something gold.

Etho’s heart jolts. His pulse thrums in his ears, beating in sync with the ticking of the clock. He can barely hear the loud exclamation Bdubs lets out, breaking into a wide grin as his face lights up with joy.

Impulse has given Bdubs a clock.

Etho’s heart drops into his boots. His grip tightens around the clock in his pocket. 

The three of them are still talking, out of earshot. Impulse’s face is happily flushed as he rubs the back of his neck. Bdubs is nodding enthusiastically, clutching the clock to his chest. Tango is watching with folded arms and an amused expression. Even without words, Etho knows what it means.

Suddenly, they’re turning towards Etho. He jolts in surprise, body tensing up as he’s split between running or freezing. He isn’t sure if they’re actually looking at him- Bdubs seems to be pointing more towards the mountain.

But he isn't going to risk it; spying from the treeline is a bad look. He emerges from the forest at a jog, casually making his way down the hillside, into the water, and is thankful that he’s wearing a mask that conceals most of his expression. They notice but don’t acknowledge him as he climbs onto the bank of the island.

“Yeah,” Bdubs is saying to Tango, “just right up the hill. Me, Cleo- 

“That you?” Tango asks, glancing up at the mountain.

“-Scar. And- yeah.” Bdubs blinks, nods his head. “Uh, and, we’re gonna-”

“B- Bdubs?” Etho calls softly, stepping forward to tap him on the shoulder.

His other hand is in his pocket, holding the clock, fingers twisted in chain. It ticks against his skin, like the clock etched against his wrist. His next sentence is already on his tongue, a sheepish yet amused, ‘Guess Impulse beat me to it, huh?’ as he pulls the clock out. It’ll get some laughs, but hopefully it’ll also get his point across to Bdubs. Hopefully he can still save this.

It takes Bdubs a second to process that Etho’s talking to him. “Yeah, we’re gonna create a-” He breaks off mid-sentence, head whipping over his shoulder to gawk at Etho. “Uh- may I finish?” he asks incredulously.

The words die on Etho’s tongue. Bdubs’ tone is- well. It’s Bdubs. All loud and brash and full of unrestrained emotion, never holding anything back. But something about it is different. Something about it is wrong. There was a very real shock there, almost a panic. Like he doesn’t want Etho to be here right now-

“For goodness sake,” Bdubs continues grumbling, face red, “come in an’ interrupt me, n‘less it’s an emergency, a creeper behind me…”

He’s still holding the clock in his hand. 

Etho just stands there, blinking. Impulse and Tango are snickering behind their hands, mistaking the situation as humorous. Not realizing there was anything behind Bdubs’ tone behind a teasing annoyance. Maybe Bdubs doesn’t even realize it.

(The clock is still ticking.)

Seemingly satisfied, Bdubs turns back to Impulse and Tango. He finds his train of thought, starting again. “Uh… I just-”

“Bdubs.” Etho finds his voice, stepping forward again. “I just- I just wanted to say-”

Bdubs fully whirls around this time. “Would you please?!” he shouts.

It should be funny. That’s how he means it, Etho knows. That’s what they do; they banter, they jibe. That’s just the dynamic they have. Etho picks at Bdubs, and Bdubs reacts. He pretends things annoy him more than they do. It’s funny. 

Unbeknownst to Bdubs, he’s given Etho the perfect setup. All Etho has to do is pull the clock out of his pocket, hold it out, and deliver his line. But the joke will stem from Etho’s lateness, the hilarity and redundancy of him giving Bdubs a clock right after Impulse already has.

And a joke like that hits a little too close for comfort.

Etho backs off, managing a chuckle. “Sorry, sorry…”

Bdubs smoothly picks back up his conversation. “We’re makin’ an amphitheater,” he tells Tango and Impulse, “and we’re just gonna sit and watch and wait when people die, and come back. It’s fun.”

“I like it, I like it.”

“Oh, great!”

“It’s nice…”

A small pause as the conversation lulls. Finally, Bdubs turns to face Etho. He puts his hands on his hips, one eyebrow quirked expectantly. “Yes, Etho?” he asks, like an exasperated school teacher. “Goodness.”

Etho’s heart pounds. The clock ticks.

(It’s always ticking.)

Etho shoves the clock deeper into his pocket and withdraws his hand. He shrugs as he turns away.

“Nothin’,” he breathes finally. He grins, letting the curve of his mouth shape a humor into his words that he doesn’t feel, and is once again thankful he’s wearing a mask. “Nothin’.”

Scowling, Bdubs throws his hands in the air. “What?” he demands, stalking a few steps after Etho as Etho retreats further; a shallow imitation of their usual dance. “All that for nothin’?”

A comical response, as expected. Impulse and Tango are laughing, oblivious. Etho makes himself laugh, too. He can’t feel the clock in his pocket ticking anymore, but he can feel the one on his wrist, beating with his heart.

(Tick, tick, tick.)

He’s out of time.

Etho doesn’t really pay attention to the conversation after that. He wanders into the shallows around the island, collecting kelp. It’s not cows, but it’s something. And after just a couple more minutes, Bdubs starts ambling back towards the shore, not even addressing Etho in his farewell. 

Etho wonders if he’s the reason Bdubs chose to leave now. He wonders if Bdubs would’ve stayed and talked more with Impulse, had Etho not arrived when he did. He wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t left, if he’d approached Bdubs at the start and given him the clock before Impulse.

He thought he’d had more time. That’s always how it goes, isn’t it?

(Yet the ticking hasn���t stopped.)

The next day, Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

~

[a-d-nox]

celebrate with dessert game [ status: closed ]

the receipt

the review log

hello, my friends/followers! we've made it to 2k followers on the blog, so i am hosting an ask game. thank you so much to everyone who has been here from the first post on eros until now. i truly appreciate each and everyone of you! i also appreciate everyone who has purchased a reading from me and thus paid for my green glyphs collection!!

please follow the rules (listed below) to participate ->

i. you must be following me.

ii. reblog or like this post.

iii. only one ask per account! secondary asks regarding the game will be deleted.

iv. send the emoji that corresponds with the deck you want and your initials.

v. ask your question - look at reading types for limitations. THE LIMITS THAT APPLY ACROSS ALL READINGS: no legal, no pregnancy, and no illness.

vi. ask me a question about me that you want me to answer in a get to know the creator post OR submit a post request (it will not count if you give me a hyper specific astrology placement - a reminder that i no longer do free consultations on astrology placements).

vii. asks that are missing the above requirements will receive a response of "game request denied".

viii. please be patient! i'm working full time, so i don't have a lot of time to sit down and do back to back readings (you can dm me and ask if yours ask sent or where you are in my queue - but please don't spam me as it won't make the process go faster, it will actually slow me down because i am answering you instead of answering asks). i will leave the game open for the week or until i reach 50 asks!

ix. feedback is greatly appreciated, but not required - it's always good to know if my intuition and interpretation of the cards was accurate (especially since i have new decks and i am not sure if they vibe with me yet).

game options ->

🍫 CHOCOLATE 🍫

wryd web. ask me about any of your orbs or a section you don't understand BUT not your full web (limit 3 orbs - so you can do the karmic tail, your romance chain, your money chain, a chakra (the physics, the energy, and the emotions), etc.).

🍪 COOKIE 🍪

runes. good for warning words or words of inspiration, past/present/future, advice, or general vibe checks.

🧁 CUPCAKE 🧁

lenormand. functions similarly to tarot - can be questioned like tarot EXCEPT NO "yes or no" questions. tends to give open interpretations to the line of cards - i will give you the meanings (so you can also see some solutions i may not think of because it is open - you are the expert in your situation) and what i believe is the answer.

🍩 DONUT 🍩

animal spirit. could be used to tell you what your animal spirit is, the animal in your way and what animal energy you need to encompass to overcome them, and/or animal you were / animal you are / animal you could become.

🍦 ICE CREAM 🍦

oracle. great for advice! EXCEPT NO "yes or no" questions.

🍭 LOLLIPOP 🍭

tarot. no explanation needed - everyone knows how tarot works. for yes or no questions i generally pull three cards and do majority rule with explanation (i.e., "yes because...", "no, but...", etc.").

[overgrownmoon]

ok i wanna talk about “fixing minecraft” in the same way the post i just reblogged did but in a different way so i’m making my own post instead

things i agree with: yes minecraft is a sandbox!!! there is no one right or wrong way to play and enjoy it!! the beauty of how and why it’s still so popular is bc of that freedom! if ur bored after speedrunning netherite and the end man that’s ur problem go find more stuff to do, get mods, etc. it’s not the games purpose to give you goals, you have to make them for yourself.

however

my personal frustration with the game is how disconnected the new features feel from the rest of the game. i feel like mojang has been putting all of their effort into making NEW mechanics with NEW mobs and NEW items and have completely ignored the possibility of returning to old items and mechanics and giving them a chance to shine again. horses are fun and whimsical, but they haven’t been touched in ages; furnace minecarts are still functionally useless; and glow squids don’t do jack shit, man, i legit don’t see the appeal of making your item frame shiner?

what i want is for mojang to go back to these old features and give them some new life. it’s impossible to keep every feature relevant, but it is possible to take some of these old features and connect them to new updates or just give them more stuff they can do. i’m pissed that chains don’t connect minecarts together into trains! i would love to see buggies that you could stick onto your horse or llama pack to haul your stuff for you! what if putting glowberries and glowsacks in a crafting table made glowsticks? what about dying redstone lamps different colors? put a dispenser on a boat to make a cannon? copper pipes to transport water or copper wires that let redstone signals travel vertically or underwater?

it’s these kinds of ideas i want - just some way to show us that they haven’t forgotten about these old features and are interested in doing something with them instead of just letting them fall to the wayside and rot. there is so much potential being wasted here. it makes me sad. not every feature has to cater to every player, but i miss the older minecraft design of finding something new and wondering “wow, what can i do with this?” and messing around, combining it with different things in different ways until it works. nowadays i feel like i need a field guide for everything. maybe it’s because i’ve been playing the game for so many years… but i miss that feeling of discovery.

[winterandwords]

✍🏼 OC questionnaire tag

Thanks to @cherrybombfangirlwrites for the tag!

📝 Answer the questions provided from your own OC's perspective. Then create new questions for those tagged to continue the game.

I'm answering for Noah from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder...

What's your go-to coffee order?

A sweet shot in the dark. It's a shot of espresso in a mug of filter coffee with vanilla sugar. It's been my go-to since it was made for me when I asked for something that would keep me up all night.

What is the first thing you notice about your appearance when you look in the mirror VS the first thing other people notice when they see you?

I'll always find something that's out of place, some detail that I have to fix. Other people seem to notice something threatening enough to make them move out of my way.

Who would you consider to be your closest friend and why?

I've never really connected with the concept of friendship. If I had to call someone a friend, it would probably be Max. He's been my financial advisor for longer than I care to think about and we have a similar approach to ethics.

Tagging @aether-wasteland-s, @comicgoblinwrites, @cowboybrunch and @darkangel319 if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙

The questions for your character are... What annoys you to an irrational degree? Could I trust you to take care of my houseplants while I'm on holiday? What was the last thing the caused you to have a really bad day?

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

[puzzlevision-junior-and-friends]

"Come on into the PlayHouse!"

~

[Welcome to PJ's Ask AND RP blog! I'm Mod Fluffy (My main blog is @fluffygiraffe), and I'll talk in this style of typing when OOC! Here are some basic rules for RPing with PJ!]

PJ is AroAce, which means no shipping is allowed! No references to ships either, they make me uncomfortable too!

NO NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NONE.

Please no heavy angst, this is mostly a comfort blog for me, as PJ is a comfort character!

I can and will do some angsty themes, though (Brain Injury, Perscription Medication, Gore, References to SMG4's Puzzlevision Arc, ETC), so if anything of the sort makes you uncomfortable, I will tag it with a certain tag down below!

Don't Chain RP with reblogs over and over (4 reblogs MAX! If you want to continue an RP with posts, make a new post and tag this blog)! Send asks instead, I'll try to keep individual RPs in tags to organize!

Magic Anon IS allowed, but don't go COMPLETELY nuts as in sending PJ to Nevada from Madness Combat. I don't think PJ would like being there.

This blog is crossover-safe, so if you want to send over Barney the Dinosaur to RP with PJ, then do so.

Other Mr. Puzzles and SMG4 blogs can interact with PJ too! Just... Don't expect PJ to be completely happy when he does see them.

I can deny RP requests if I want to, the reasons may differ why each time though (busy, too stressful for me to continue/start, etc).

You can also send one-off asks asking PJ about basically anything!

I'm new to Tumblr Roleplaying, I come from a dark and spooky land called "Discord Roleplay", so I'll base my style of RP on that. If I do anything wrong, please tell me!

I'm nervous about starting roleplays, so you may need to engage!

Basic Info and Personal Headcanons!

PJ is 70 years old

PJ is 11'7

PJ loves to bake and cook!

PJ's childish and usually sticks to his child-friendly persona!

PJ cannot hurt anybody or curse. It's unpleasant what happens if he tries.

where is his frontal lobe.

PJ loves to sew and make bedding and quilts!

PJ loves star-shaped items!

He's still obsessed with those Five Stars. He will also be obsessed with making friends. Be his friend. Be his friend. Be his friend.

Tags

#pj-roleplays - Self-Explanatory #comfort-for-pj - Comfort RPs and Posts! #angst-for-pj - Angst RPs and Posts! Make sure to block/avoid this tag as this tag will have most of what I mentioned above. #jokes-for-pj - Joke or Funny RPs and Posts! #pj-has-brain-damage - Not exactly Angst, but it can have some unsavory themes in it! Avoid this tag if you don't like jokes about what I covered in the third rule! #pj-has-an-art - A post with art me or somebody else made! #pjs-mini-event - Mini Events where PJ acts or looks a certain way for a small amount of time, usually caused by Magic Anons! These are mostly for fun! #pj-events - REAL events! These will usually have angst in them... #pj-reblogs - Self Explanatory #mod-fluffy-posts - Self Explanatory #puzzlevision-junior-au - It's the AU tag! Yay!

That's practically it! So come on into the playhouse and interact with PJ! He'll love to have you!

[doomspaniels]

@staff The update that has changed clicking the username on reblogs has broken functionality. It was useful functionality.

Clicking the username in the reblog chain used to take you to that user's reblog of that post. This allowed viewing the original tags, viewing the posts made just before that reblog (often important context is in a different post), allows us to "like" or reblog a particular version.

It also allowed us to view and click the existing tags on that post, to see other posts by the user on the subject, which is more effective than searching with mere guesses about how the user uses tags.

For example, before, if you clicked a post in which I had reblogged a picture of my dog Tristan, it would take you to my post. You could see it was tagged "#Tristan". You could click the "#Tristan" tag to see my other posts tagged "#Tristan" and view many photos and anecdotes about my dog Tristan.

Now, clicking that username in the reblog chain just takes you to the top of my blog. You can't see how I tagged my original reblog. You can't reblog just my version until you find the post somehow, which might be difficult. If you don't know my dog's name you have to look around to find his name. You have to search for "Tristan", which won't pull up just the posts tagged "#Tristan" but also any posts with the word Tristan in them, which might be a lot of unrelated junk. If I tagged the posts as "#Tristan the Dog" instead of "#Tristan" then search might not be able to find them.

The original functionality was excellent.

Is there any replacement for this functionality? I cannot find a way to simply click to a certain reblog any more. I can scroll through the list of reblogs, but in 20k note posts it might be impossible to find. Sometimes reblogs aren't even visible in the notes, if they have links for example, they're just not findable by scrolling through. It takes much more time.

And breaking the old function isn't even giving us something new? It was already easy to get directly to the top of someone's blog, by clicking their avatar image, by refreshing the page, by clicking their name in any comment they made on any post, so many ways to one-or-two click right to the top of their blog.

Thank you.

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Okay, yeah... I thought so...

Replies screenshot from my add to this post this post that I accidentally found through an email notification of an @ that you'll see didn't even scan on my tumblr radar on a reblog chain I couldn't add on to again because I blocked OP (good ♥).

This attempt at an @ is still hilarious by the way like OP was so afraid of me she blocked me I literally couldn't fucking hear or responded to any of what you little shits were saying ...

@poutyrootveggie @duncebento @specialmouse Whoaaaaaaa you little mediocre weebshit abled-bodied special needs dunces! I was so shocked that the last tough guy @ from the miku simp with the tumblr badges literally didn't scan and I only found out about this from opening my email and clicking the blog notes!

Yeah, I know you abled-bodied little shits wish god nuked you half as much as she nuked me since you're begging not to be perceived as feeling anything in your legs since you wanna be a vegetable that bad so you can have access to your weeby little comfort items and Mickey D's toys forever because you're never gonna grow up and get laid and I know you're gonna understand this as much as I understand tiktok memes because back in my day it was a Beelzebub Song but let me teach y'all's lil' steven universe sour cream studio ghibli guzzling wannabe misgendering unwashed surfer brah asses about something called hyperbole and sarcasm and metaphor and what a real dramatic "queer reading" means : It means I know and I don't care and if you want me to be nit picky about it y'all are too special needs to even mind your spelling...

And in this context means no disrespect but sometimes I wish I had as much the privilege and confidence as a low support needs abled-bodied autistic on social media explaining a thing about their Fandumb Oppression Olympics to be able to get away with typing like that much of a high support needs retarded version of myself while pretending to be that shocked by what a woman in a wheelchair is saying while causally misgendering her while I don't have any OCD regarding using any sort of punctuation while I'm doing that so abled bodies don't think I'm retarded, because I'm an abled-bodied autistic that can get away with doing the best impression of a retarded version of myself because I'm quirky brah it's not that deep but this lady who I just called "dude" and I have no idea how she feels about that doesn't Know Her Memes TM and that's what matters.

Not that a bunch of abled-bodied autistic weebs are trying to gang up on an actually disabled wheelchair user right now over what again, essentially amounts to a fandumb superiority/bully complex bigger than the weebs on Big Bang Theory and again, essentially started over Spoopynatch dishorse,,,,,

Because when abled-bodied autistics talk like that online or irl itssamememario but if my wheelchair bound arse ever did that in front of an older abled-bodied authority figure or anyone abled-bodied really...! Nitwit school. Special Needs Programing. 9PM curfew stuck in a group home.

Anyway, Homestuck ended years ago go lobotomize yourselves with a sharpy collective hallucination style if you wanna unlive that angy abt it!

Was shit like this why I'm getting so many new followers? Thanks but no thanks kidz go listen to your bops! ;) ♥

Have fun being stuck in your little tenderqueer fandumb mode forever because you made sure Hazbin is my last one but at least I'm a recovering Disney Adult using her Vivzietine patch instead of a little shit gen z otaku who's so spoiled I can get away with pretending to be more brain damaged than I actually am!! ;) ♥ X.O

(But oh, before I go @poutyrootveggie ...

"#ITS A MEME ABOUT PEOPLES UNNECECARY DOGSHIT HELP #I NEED THIS TO BE SATIRE" .. You mean a bunch of unnecessary dog shit like..? A bunch of weebs and apparent Homestuck and Supernatural fans trying to collectively dogpile on a Hazbin Hotel fan sharing on a fandumb post on fandumb website tungle.hel when they try to scold you about wishing you were doing s satire when they don't understand hyperbole and you wish that this abled bodied shit autistic with a Miku plushie for an icon and tumblr badges was a satire in and of themselves but deep down you know they're seriously pathetic enough to think, again that, causally misgendering and harassing a wheelchair bound woman for barking too loud about their own Special Interest Demon Discourse TM on a post made by a person with the studio ghibli cat TM as their icon talking about their demon shit rusty nail show discourse cause they're loser who liked that dog shit in the first place and I know I have far superior taste than any of ya so don't fucking @ me again... You think any of this cyberbully shit when I was just minding my own damn business and didn't even @ OP sharing sharing my fandom story fandumb story on a fandumb post on a fandumb website makes you look like the good ones? You mean pulling some "unnecessary dog shit" on me like that?

Well, jokes on you hon...This Hellhounds second bite fueled by Kesha's Cotten Candy bit down so hard on that lil' pussy OP got so scared of me that they blocked me back, meaning I couldn't even fucking hear you when you tried to @ me to stir shit up again and hows this for a final anime showdown? I'm pulling a Hatsune Miku putting my headphones back on so I won't be able to fucking hear you again.. You abled-bodied-wannabe-tard! LA! LA LA!`~ ♥

You want my silence? Pay me for it!

[ollipaj]

so i usually would post progress on my various projects over on instagram in the form of stories- i miss it, though instagram makes me miserable so i don’t plan on going back so i’m gonna start making progress reblog chains here instead, and link them in a masterpost once i accumulate enough.

today’s project: a doll of january!

(this post Will contain doll nudity. sorry for those who might find that uncomfortable ! kinda hard to avoid with this type of project)

for the uninitiated, january is my beloved horrible oc who i’ve had since around 2020? not my oldest oc by any means, but probably the most . persistent . he’s changed and evolved so much since when i first made him, but at the same time still has the core aspects that kept me hooked on him and his story to begin with.

here are some images of him, for reference of what i’m going for.

^OLD ART screaming crying etc. man. he also has a post-plot design which is essentially this but with some wear and tear. later into this project im gonna decide which version i want to make. [link to post] [my ig is currently private so i'll make a tumblr post with this art on it when i get around to it, and link it here]

^ a commission i bought of him by the totally awesome bff crabjest (he is so talented. i need to go insane look look look look) which is genuinely one of my favorite images on this earth. i need to explode him. you can see some of the post-plot scarring on this one.

jest's account:

i often say stuff like “i’m shaking him up and down” or “i’m throwing him into a wall” or “i need to grab him in my mouth like a dog and rend him asunder” , etc, when talking about him. so like naturally i just have to make him into a doll. it’s only fair! i'm gonna divide this post up by days, so i add a new reblog to the chain per day. i didn't make a post yesterday so i'll do a quick recap of what i got done then and then move on and try to keep up to date as much as i can.

[cadybear420]

Rating, Replacements, and Additions for LI Wardrobes: Aiden Zhou, OG HSS Book 1

Sort of a spinoff of my Cadybear's MC Wardrobes series, I've decided to do a similar thing for some LI wardrobes. The wardrobes for LIs tend to be very limited compared to that of MCs, so a large portion of this series will be dedicated to making new outfits for LIs in events where MC gets to have a new outfit, or any special events.

First up is the one and only Aiden Zhou!!! I'll be submitting this for @aidenzhouappreciationweek! For the Day 2 Prompt Fashion/Design!

Directory for the other parts will be included in the reblogs after I've completed the posts for all books!

Canon Outfit: Fall Casual

A simple but distinguished and iconic outfit. It suits him.

Verdict: Keep it as is.

Event: Brian's pool party

Even though MC does get a premium outfit for this event, the f!MC outfit is one I really don't like for Evie. And even with the replacement I made for her, I think she'd possibly wanna wear her casual outfit. So I guess I don't feel too much of a need to give the LIs their own outfits too.

And frankly, given Aiden's general lack of interest in the party, I think he'd wear his regular casual outfit as well.

Then again, I can also see Ezra (and Myra) convincing him to wear something nice. And MC still has a nice outfit option, even if I don't purchase it. So...

I can maybe see him wearing this. It's not exactly pool party material, but it is something I think would be his style for a big high school party at this point in his arc.

Bonus: Alteration of said outfit that he might try out in later parties.

Or, heck, knowing Myra and Ezra, they'd probably try to doll him up like this at Brian's party as a sort of a "confidence boost". Myra ties the shirt up, and Ezra gives him the belly chain. IDK if I'll make that my personal canon, but it is cute to think about.

Of course... because I like the f!MC premium outfit sooooooo much better on him than on the actual f!MC... I will treat you all to this edit again hehe

:DDDDDDDD

Canon Outfit: Swimsuit

Putting pajama pants basketball shorts lookin ass swimtrunks on such a lovely character like Aiden should be considered a violation of the Geneva Convention. Especially ones with such a clunky eyesore of a pattern. No lie, one of my friends even said it looked like the Straight Pride flag, and... when your outfit can be compared to THAT, I think that's a sign that ya fucked up!

Seriously, how did PB expect us to take either of the response options "Whoa, you look HOT!" and "That's a nice swimsuit!" seriously for this, or any of the male LIs???? Emma and Maria get swimsuits that could actually warrant either of those reactions. Put in that effort for the male LIs.

Verdict: BURN IT LIKE IN ONE OF THOSE 70S FEMINIST BRA BURNINGS

Here's the swimsuit I made for him instead. "Buhbuhbuht Caydeeh, Aiden is very shy and insecure and awkward so it's uhnreuhlistick for him to wear a speeeedohhh-" Emma is also shy and insecure and awkward, and she wore a little bikini. Don't tell me only now you're starting to care about character outfit realism.

And anyways, I made this one a more simple shape/design than the first design I made (as seen below) that had hip slits. I feel like that counts for something at least lol.

This here is his swimsuit for later events. Plus, the first swimsuit with the jewelry.

Canon Outfit: Marching Band Uniform

God he looks so precious in this outfit and I don't know why. The top is stylish, the pants are sleek, and the gloves are cute for some reason. IDK why but I think they're cute. This outfit is both cunt and cute at the same time. Because Aiden is both cunt and cute.

Oh and you knowwww Evie loves to check out how his derriere looks in this outfit. I mean she does that with all his outfits, but especially with this one.

Verdict: Keep it as is.

Event: Pep Rally

Regardless of whether or not I have Evie wear any of the Tiger mascot suits, Aiden doesn't really need to have a new outfit. Maybe later though, I might edit him into that Berry High t-shirt that we can throw at him if we wear the Tiger costume.

Event: The Hearst Heist

I'm not planning on having Evie disguise for this, so there's no point in doing it for anyone else. Then again, I still think it's stupid that MC is the only one they want to wear a disguise. Then again, IDK how to disguise him. Evie would get Max's jacket to be the fake Hearst jock, and Julian should get the cheer uniform to be the fake Hearst cheerleader. So there isn't exactly much for the rest of the gang to wear.

Then again, who doesn't wanna see Aiden as a fake Hearst cheerleader? I mean, just look how cute he is!

Max Warren's repressed bisexual ass would totally swoon over this (and let's be real, he totally was checking Aiden out when he dared him to take his shirt off in that one scene in Book 3).

Event: Homecoming Parade

Even though Aiden isn't a nominee for homecoming court (even though he really should be one), I still think Myra would want them both to wear school spirit tank tops. Editing the CG for this outfit will be tricky though.

Canon Outfit: Homecoming

If your response to Aiden when you first see him in his suit is "That suit is pretty okay", he takes OFFENSE to that crappy compliment. As he should, because he looks so damn good in this outfit (and also because he deserves all the praise and compliments). The touches of powder blue are especially nice. Worship this mofo or don't even bother.

Verdict: Keep it as is.