#Lost the clip and don't even remember what the project was on but it was WORTH IT

[thatoneluckybee]

I went to English class after answering asks about MPREG all morning and then accidentally started my argumentative essay for a major grade about mpreg and why I shouldn’t write it.

Luckily I caught the slip-up but I still feel like it’s very important that at least you know this. (And then by process of spreading hopefully Kiri and Chaos and Static will and NONE OF the NORMAL PEOPLE finding my blog from MPREG)

......That. Sure is a mistake to make. Wow. Thank you for saving your teacher's sanity

[heavenlycloud]

le sserafim reaction to you doing a tiktok trend on them: le sserafim x fem! reader

authors note: i wrote this back when these trends were actually trending a few months ago. this wasn't requested but i got the idea while scrolling through tiktok and forgot to post it so here it is!

tw// VERY VERY light barely there suggestive remarks

sakura ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you and your members had just gotten finished with weeks of packed schedules with little rest. finally, you were finally fixing your sleeping schedule and feeling less like a zombie and more like a human being again. your members were decompressing in their own ways like yunjin who was lost in her own world strumming on her guitar in the room beside yours. chaewon and kazuha were watching some new drama in the living room and eunchae was asleep in her room. sakura busied herself with her new hobby, crocheting, while listening to a video with her headphones on. you watched your girlfriend make her new project- a small bag made of mesh-like stitches. her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to count her stitches in her head so not to disturb you sitting silently across from her. she assumed you were reading a new book from your online library but you were actually just watching tiktoks. after seven chapters of your novel you'd lost interest and switched to something more entertaining. you'd stumbled onto a trend of girls asking their boyfriends to hand them an orange, then asking if they'd peel it for them to see the reaction. with nothing else to do you decided to give it a try:

"kkura?" you poked your girlfriend with your socked foot and she answered without looking up from her crocheting, "yes?" you put your phone in your lap and sighed, "i want a clementine, do you know if we have any?" sakura hummed and looked up, "there's some in the kitchen inside of the refrigerator in the bottom left drawer. i just got them for you yesterday on my way home." you smiled at the mention because you didn't ask her to buy them for you yesterday, she just did it because she thought you'd enjoy them. you clasped a clip back onto one of the twists that fell into your face before you asked sweetly, "can you please get it?" without hesitation sakura nodded and said while still focusing on the hook and yarn in her hand, "gimmie one second." when she finished her row she went to get your clementine and returned with two and a paper towel.

your girlfriend sat back down and began peeling the clementines for you without you having to ask. she even pulled the little stringy parts that you hated most off and threw them away with the peels. when she handed you back the peeled fruits you asked, "why did you peel them for me?" sakura answered easily, "you don't like how the peels gets stuck under your nails so i did it. enjoy." you leaned over and kissed her cheek, "thank you, kkura." she pressed a kiss to your temple, "of course my love."

chaewon ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

despite being a part of gen z and being called one of the best gen z idols by fans, you were underqualified in one area: social media. you didn't even remember to check your texts let alone what was trending across different apps. the only reason you knew if something was on trend or not was because of fans or your friends teaching you. however, after being teased about it you promised yourself that you'd keep up a little more just for fun. plus, your bosses suggested it'd be good for fan service and engagement which was always a good thing. but, what wasn't a good thing was that little promise to keep up with trends resulted in you now being 'chronically online' according to yunjin. you scrolled through your for you page and watched yet another video of a woman asking her partner, "name a woman." after going down a rabbit hole of the same type of video you decided to try it out on your own girlfriend.

"baby." you shook chaewon lightly as she laid in your arms with her cheek pressed against your bare shoulder. she answered sleepily, "hmmm?" you grinned as you told her, "name a woman."

chaewon pulled away from you slightly and asked, "what do you mean?" you responded plainly, "name a woman." your girlfriend toyed with one of your box braids and asked once more in confusion, "any woman?" you clarified, "any woman." she then replied without a second thought, "han sohee." you let out a huff and tried again, "name a different woman." chaewon answered again with a different name, "bada lee." you could almost hear the smile in her voice that time and you whined, "you were supposed to say my name!" your girlfriend pulled away from you fully and told you, "you said 'name a woman' not 'name my woman'. there's a difference, you're mine."

yunjin ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you were no stranger to the song water by tyla or the dance challenge that went along with it. one evening while you were on a weverse live you'd played the song after seeing people comment the title. you sang along to it and mentioned with a smirk, "i want to perform this on a stage so bad guys. i learned the dance and everything but i don't know if i'd ever be able to show you. ever since you'd randomly danced to WAP during a live a year ago, you've been monitored more than your other members. but after fans demanded for days on end you were finally allowed to post your water challenge on tiktok.

"i dunno i think you need to do it again." yunjin sat in front of you with her back against the mirror in the dance practice room. your girlfriend was acting as your camerawoman for your tiktok challenge, and she had you redo the dance nearly 15 times now. you taught her the dance earlier and she was doing it a little too well yet she insisted only you be in the video. she eyed you up and down with her gaze lingering on your rolled up tank top and sweatpants that sat low on your hips. you sighed and did the dance again along to the music before asking her, "was that one better? lemme see-" you reached for her phone and she said, "oh i wasn't recording that." your eyes widened and you asked, "wha- why not?! were you recording any of them?" yunjin shook her head and you smacked her arm, "yunjin! you had one job!" your girlfriend defended herself, "what? you can't expect me to remember what i'm supposed to do if you're shaking all that in my face." she wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your neck but you pulled away.

you told her, "you can have me later okay? now focus!" just as you were pulling away she looped her fingers around one of the strings of beads that sat on your hips. yunjin tied a hoodie around your torso and said, "much better. now i can focus." you rolled your eyes and told her, "you're no better than a man." she waved you off, "yeah okay. just do your little dance...i'm ready now i swear."

kazuha ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you knew that yunjin created a monster when she introduced your members to chipotle and not even a full day later kazuha was saying she missed it. every time she looked back through her camera roll for pictures to post she was sending her chipotle photo to the group chat saying she wanted it again. you found it hilarious because all it took was one bowl and she was already whining about how korea needed to get hip to the fast food chain.

one night after scrolling through your tiktok feed you saw a man recreate chipotle at home for his wife so you thought you'd try it for kazuha. you couldn't find all of the exact recipes but you came pretty close despite the fact that cilantro just doesn't really exist in korea. but knowing your girlfriend, she'd appreciate anything that you gave her so it was fine.

"zuha! baby come here i have something for you." you called kazuha to the kitchen where you had all of the food laid out in containers on the table. you handed her a bowl and said, "i made you chipotle." kazuha's eyes lit up and she nearly jumped over the table to tackle you into a hug. she clapped her hands together and you stood on the other side of the table to serve her your home version of chipotle. she was more than happy to post about it on weverse, showing the meal off to everyone especially knowing that her members weren't around to steal any off her plate.

[sseung00]

when i was thirteen, in middle school, i knew some english, and i loved to read. i snuck in books under my desk, read them during math classes.

at that time our family was moving to the other building of the same apartment complex, and it was december, or maybe november, i can't remember exactly. the only thing i can clearly recall is that i was reading homestuck for the first time then.

i loved it so, so much. i did not get any of the ACT 1, but i was totally mesmerized. i've never once in my life read anything like that. right now there is a much more polished korean translation for the entirety of homestuck, a team project in which i had also contributed a couple pages, but at that time there was only one naver blog that had translated it all the way up till act 6. Undertale was being hyped everywhere - it was 2016 - but for me it was the year of homestuck and it always will be. it was during that last big pause, and the only thing we were waiting for was the end of everything.

and the end came. with a gangnam style mix, even. we had a good laugh about it. i graduated middle school that year, and went straight into arts highschool, to pursue fine arts. after four years i entered the university i am attending now.

i know it's childish, even cringe, but now, i really miss homestuck. unironically. i miss it so much. i miss the unreadable texts, the flash animations, the joy of coming across something new, memes and pop culture and brands and names i've never known. making my first tumblr post, first Ao3 account, first fanfiction, trying to find out every foreign vocabulary's meaning, listening to shitty fanmade comic dubs without subtitles, trying to figure out exactly what point of salt and pepper diner is hilarious. that was my childhood. no particularly traumatic events, just homestuck, and everything else followed.

english became something like a second language to me. i've never once paid for any english tutor since then. i made new friends and i lost them, tried some more web comics but failed every single time, so i watched movies and dramas instead. (sloppy attempts at bandaging) i listened to melanie martinez, marina, imagine dragons, mumford & sons, linkin park in middle school because they made lyricstuck based on their songs. just yesterday i finally saw the ending of Disco Elysium, it was good, but it didn't hit me like that. i laugh until i cry watching stand-up comedy clips. no one else in my family gets it.

i was 19 when i finally read the homestuck epilogues, and got absolutely fucking ruined for a couple of months. i don't think i'll ever come across something i'll like more than i did with homestuck. it's simply the best and the worst thing that happened in my juvenile years. did you know that my all-time favorite work from Ao3 is The Eurydice Suite?

i still look up the soundtracks, just to feel that thrill again, the nostalgia. but it's never the same. it's turning stale, tides washing it away, for every passing minute. it will be gone soon. all those years, everything changed, but i still feel like a fucking kid, living in the same house, sleeping on the same mattress, never once managing to grow up, achieving nothing, wishing the thrills come back.

i thought homestuck would last forever. i thought i'd be a child, thirteen forever.

but it doesn't. i wish it came back.

[cosmica-galaxy]

Oh man I just had the funniest thought.

Madness Combat Player au, but the player is a speedrunner.

The boys get taken for a ride through cutting corners and clipping through the map to make it to the end of each levels, practically flying through them by all the bunny jumping and other shenaniganery the Player is making them do.

Gestalt gets one-shot instantly by a physics object and Hank gets launched into the stratosphere. Deimos and Sanford walk through a door and suddenly there are thirteen copies of them filling in by behind. Jeb now has infinite power balls and Tricky is permanently stuck following the crew around.

In a way, it’s true Madness.

You know, I actually thought about this on multiple occasions and how hilarious it would actually be. Funnily enough, I even checked for speedrun records for the 'Madness: Project Nexus' game only to find very few submissions for that category. There's not even a submission for normal mode! But if a Player DID play the game and was sharpening their skills to take all of the crowns in every category, it would be SO thrilling for the vessels. Once the speedrunner takes control, each vessel suddenly feels a powerful burst of adrenaline and their heartbeat skyrockets. They hear the sound of a stopwatch in their ears and the strings that attach to their body just keep screaming into their minds "FASTER FASTER FASTER!!". The vessels obey. They just breeze past all of the enemies, popping them off with practiced accuracy and each item and room is carefully blasted through with practiced routine. They don't even know how they're reflexes have heightened up to a point that they know where everything is and how fast they're moving through Nexus City.

It's fast. It's thrilling. It gives them a rush. It's straight up addicting. The pulse that thunders in their chest as they run through the streets as everything is blazed past them and how fast their enemies are going down. It's like they're in the middle of a high or trance as their body moves with such perfected movements. The Player even makes them break through some sequences and skip some areas entirely. Much to their vessels surprise. Dialogue is skipped over rapidly that the grunts in question could barely utter a word. All the vessels can hear is their own rapid heartbeat and the same word being uttered again and again. "FASTER FASTER FASTER!" The strings feed their minds the demand of the Player and the vessels continue. Bosses fall without as much as a hit on your chosen vessel. Stunlocking and comboing them until they are below a certain range before dodging and reattacking in succession. The vessels can only pant and keep up the assault as the Player guides them with tenacious accuracy. Then...the vessel blinks...and suddenly... Gestalt itself falls. Phobos is slain shortly after that and it feels like the world has passed in a sudden furious blur. A mission that would've taken possibly days to complete...was finished in mere hours. The vessel hears the clock stop ticking the moment Hank falls into a heap in his own blood. The demands for speed suddenly stop and the vessel falls to their knees to catch the breath they lost long ago. They look around in a confused manner. Barely remembering much about what happened on their journey. Their heartbeat finally falls into a natural rhythm as the strings leave the vessel's body and they collapse onto the ground. In the muddle of their mind, they swear they can hear a voice cheering happily...and it sounded familiar...? "Yes! Sub 3 hours! The WR is mine!!" The giddy sounds of the player's voice make the vessel smile in relief as they slump to the ground. Exhausted, but thrilled at the same time. What a rush...

[neko-naruto]

as it was

Summary: Kyle gets high easily, Kenny lives in the woods, Cartman learned how to sew, Stan brought a potted plant of marijuana- they all miss hanging out together like kids

Warnings: mild blood, weed, swearing, check Ao3 port for full tags.

Authors Note: ngl, i took the wrong edibles, got a little bit fried, wrote this when i woke up, hope ya'll enjoy and if you do consider dropping a reblog or checking the Ao3 port

If there was one thing Kenny enjoyed about all that time he spent hanging around Stan was the knowledge he had inadvertently gained about how to grow weed. It got him one of his first jobs, clipping buds down at Tegridy, and definitely got him through harder times. But at that, it also let him not experience extreme withdrawal after exiling himself from town when the times got impossibly rough.

He doesn't remember why he did so in a picture perfect memory, but he's heard from his friends that the town has become a tourist attraction of sorts now that he isn't fucking the places population count every day. He shoots, he bags, he eats, and succumbs to the loneliness that not even a stack of playboys and homebrewed edibles can cure. Sure, the CBD high is nice for joint pain, but he'll forever mourn the winter he lost the plants that actually gave him a real high.

He lost so much that year, three separate strains, Citrus Dream, one he smuggled that he swears smelt like oreos (he called it Sugar Rush), and his dearly beloved Uncle OJ, a gift from Stan directly with heavy orange overtones. He ended up burning the remains, it left him locked to the cabin for a solid two weeks even with the windows open. He hasn't been able to shake the lung pain since, even after a death by bear attack.

He's smoking his last bud of the year (sadly nothing more than CBD), tossed it into the wood stove to just smoke out the place, when there's a knock on his door. The woods don't usually send something to knock on his door and kill him, try to kill him at least. They usually snuffle around the porch and blacked out windows while he circles with his shotgun, ready to shoot at any moment because that's dinner. Instead he grabs the pistol, cocks it, and gingerly walks up to the front door.

"Open the fucking door, Kenny!" Another knock, much louder, much more aggravated.

"He's probably out hunting," The voice is a bit more hushed.

The sound of something dropping on the porch, "I smuggled a plant just for him and he's out hunting when we finally track him down, what a fucking waste."

"Just leave it on the porch,"

"It'll freeze!"

"It's just weed you stoner piece of shit!"

"You're one to talk considering you're Tegridy's most loyal customer asshole!"

Kenny swings open the door to find three familiar faces, one of which standing in between Cartman and Stan to prevent them from killing each other. On the ground beside Stan is a plant that reaches up to his waist in size, crystalized bits clouding the leaves.

"Hi Ken," Kyle said, loud enough to snap Cartman and Stan from their bickering.

"I'm pretty sure you guys are gonna get frostbite if you make another dumbass trek out here," Kenny answered with.

"Then move out of the fucking doorway and let in your friends," Cartman snapped as he shoved aside Kyle with ease.

Kenny gladly slid to the side and his friends filtered in one at a time, except for Cartman who retreated back to the car. Stan hauled in the plant.

"What flavor is it?" Kenny asked eagerly as he reached for one the buds.

"No taste tests man," Stan chided, "But, it's just another Uncle OJ, dads thinking about canceling the line."

"Randy's canceling Uncle OJ? But, it's the Tegridy special."

"Apparently someone found a stray clipping laying around and cloned a fuckton of plants from it, it's all over town,"

"I could go down there and burn it,"

"Don't be an idiot," He placed down the plant at the foot of Kenny's bed, "You remember how to tend to these plants, right?"

Kenny nodded, "Obviously, I've been living off that CBD one you got me since Citrus Dream and Sugar Rush were lost in a cold snap."

"You lost Sugar Rush?" Stan asked.

"Again, cold snap, out of my control," Kenny retorted with.

Three bags of something are dropped at the door before Cartman nudges the door shut with his foot. Kenny glances over to find said bags to be some of those reusable bags the world practically mandated.

"I swear to god Kenny, you need to start chipping the ice on your porch," Cartman snarled as he slid down to the floor and reached into one of the bags. He pulled out a bundle of magazines, "They stopped printing playboys after you left."

"They stopped printing playboys?" He sounds distraught.

Kyle gave a hum, "Just recently, you're lucky that Cartman is still a sleaze who can't get laid."

"Shut up Kyle!" Cartman cleared his throat, "As I was saying, I got all the playboys you don't have," He handed the bundle to Stan who handed it to Kenny, "Thought you might enjoy them cause unless you're making love to the things you kill then you aren't getting any bitches out here."

Stan fakes a disgusted gag at the notions, Kyle scrunches up his face in disgust, Kenny just shrugs.

"You'd be shocked at how good of a dildo a single barrel shotgun can make," There goes his filter, there went his filter, he lost it a long time ago. And judging by the reactions his suspicions of fucking oneself with a gun being not normal are confirmed.

"And I'm glad to say that you haven't changed a bit," Cartman said as he rummaged through a second bag. He tossed a pack of something to Kenny, who held the package looking rather perplexed, "Advil, for when your CBD tolerance is so high you'll overdose before you get relief."

"You know me so well," Kenny said as he popped open the top drawer of his desk and slid it in along with all the other things he never made use of.

"That I fucking do," Cartman said before pulling up and chair next to the wood stove. He pulled out a sewing kit, "Karen asked me to fix up your jacket."

Kenny shrugged off his parka, "I'll have you know it's just fine," He said while tactfully avoiding the large tear. He balls it up and tosses it to Cartman, "Since when did you learn to sew?"

"Since he outgrew the largest size," Kyle sneered, rolling onto his stomach atop the comfortable mess of blankets.

Cartman just ignores the comment, "I'll have a hard time taking a eulogy seriously if my mom is wearing one of her slut dresses in the coffin."

"So you're gonna make your mom a dress for when she's dead?" Stan asked as he dropped down onto the floor next to the bed.

"Look, would you attend your dads funeral if he was wearing boxers with pink hearts on them and nothing else? I thought so," Cartman said as he came too a patch that was falling off, underneath it was a large gash.

"That's," The ravenette has a hard time finding a good word, "Sweet," Not the right word at all but it'll do.

There's this comfortable pause of silence between them, like they're just four idiot kids at the bus stop all over again. The crackle and pop of fire is the only difference, and the fact that the burning smell of weed is starting to lay heavy on the air. Kenny slides open the bottom drawer of his desk, the drawer he fills with the cool things he finds.

"Think fast,"

Kyle barely has time to react to the words, let alone catch what's being thrown his way. He props himself up against the wall a bit as he inspects the thing, "What is it?"

"Cool looking stick I thought you might like," Kenny answered with as he pulled out another thing and tossed it to Stan, "Cool looking rock."

"I don't get anything?" Cartman teased as he pulled the patch back into place, one leg crossed over the other.

Kenny sifted through his drawer of trinkets before tossing one to Cartman, "Grenade pin."

The brunette stuffs it in his back pocket, "Wicked."

"How come he gets the coolest thing?" Kyle whined as he twirled the stick between his fingers.

"It's swarming with whatever germs are inside of a bears liver," The blonde said and Cartman shudders at the notions but does nothing to get rid of the gift.

He just echoes back another, "Wicked," as he ties a knot in the embroidery thread and moves onto another tear. "How teared up did you manage to get this ratty old thing?"

Kenny shrugged, "It gets the job done."

"You'd be better off just running 'round stark naked with how fucked this thing is," Cartman said with a condescending edge to his voice.

"Fatso, watch your mouth, he could kick us out," Kyle snapped to the best of his ability. He rolled back onto his stomach with a hum.

"How much THC was in that weed?"

"What weed?"

"The stuff you're burning right now, I can smell it," Stan said.

"None," Kenny said, he grabbed the glass jar and tossed it to Stan, "All of it's CBD, I lost the goods in the cold snap man."

The ravenette popped open the jar and took a heavy huff. He coughed a bit at the potency, "First of all, use separate jars for separate strains, secondly, I'm pretty sure some OJ rubbed off on the bud you're burning."

"What makes you say that," The blonde twisted his chair to rest his chin on the backrest. He tapped steel tipped boots on the ground.

"I think Kyle's getting fried," Cartman said, nodding towards the redhead, "That or he's never used CBD and the sudden lack of stress and back pain is getting him wasted."

"Shut up,"

"He's baked," Cartman said confidently.

Stan gives a hum, "Can't get baked on CBD."

"CBD highs are wicked good for sleeping," Kenny countered with before a jacket came colliding into him, "Give some warning!"

Cartman said nothing as he rearranged his sewing kit, "You're so fucking lucky I know how to sew."

Kenny just rolled his eyes and tossed the bundle of fabric to the floor, "So, Kyle's fucking stoned."

"I'm not," Kyle said, he sounded just a bit distant, "I don't usually sit around in a room full of weed smoke."

"Any suggestions on what the fuck to do?" Kenny asked.

"We could just chat," Stan offered, "Chattings nice."

"I could go shoot up a rabbit, cook something up," Kenny offered cautiously.

"Want me to make sure they don't have sex on your bed?" Cartman offered.

"Those two are dating?" He sounds incredulous as he asks, pivoting to face Cartman a bit more.

"We are not dating," Stan growled out and Cartman just laughs.

"Whatever your arrangements are, I want some," He's joking, a bit, he's definitely not genuine when he says it, "Besides, that bed needs to see some action."

"Don't die out there," Kyle chimed in with from the bed.

Kenny tugs on his parka, bright orange now faded, and slings on his gun, "I won't, be back soon."

"I'll deal with the fire while you're out," Cartman offered up, but Kenny knows it's not an offer you say no too.

-/-/-/-

Cartman did a damn good job stitching together Kenny's jacket, it hasn't held this much heat for a long time. He manages one rabbit, shockingly plump despite the stringiness winter months usually cause. It's blood is splattered across the white fur in such a way it's almost comical, it's still warm as hauls it back.

He nudges open the door and slides it shut with his foot, clicking on the safety and dropping down his gun. He drops the rabbit on top of his desk of many purposes and reaches into the middle drawer for his skinning knife.

"Kenny, help," Came Cartman's hushed voice from the bed.

The blonde startled just a bit before turning to face Cartman who had Stan and Kyle leaning onto him from one side. They're asleep and curled up together under one of Cartman's arms. Kenny frowns, "Did you guys have sex without me?"

"Dude, first of all, gross," His nose wrinkles in disgust at the thought alone, "Second of all, they dragged me over- and lastly, can you open a window before I get thoroughly smoked out."

"Yeah, totally man," He perched himself on his chair to pop open the highest window. Cool air filtered in comfortably as he sat back and and returned to skinning his catch.

"I brought food,"

"I know,"

"You've been eating enough lately, right?"

"I've been living off of rabbits," Kenny gave a snort of laughter at the idiocy of Cartman's concern, "In all seriousness, definitely not, I usually have some berries in the spring."

Cartman went to move, and it drew a whine from both Kyle and Stan. He glares at Kenny, "You will not tell anyone of this."

"I won't," Kenny lied as he shucked sectionals of muscle from bone. It was a swift job, he had two piles on either side of the desk and another splash of blood on the one framed picture he had of his friends.

"You should come back to town sometime," Cartman said, what he didn't say was that he missed Kenny, that was implied.

"No can do," He reached for the pot always resting on the back of the wood stove. It had leftover broth from yesterdays meal, it was still good. He pulled it closer to the hottest part of the stove top before dropping in the bones to boil away the nutrients.

"You seriously don't wanna hit up the Peppermint Hippo with me?"

"I've moved on,"

"Sure you have, look at your walls, pinups as far as the eye can see," There's this shaming shake of the head.

"That's different!" He slid the meat into a separate bucket and sealed it shut.

Kenny defiantly left the room, hauling the bucket into the snow to keep the meat chilled. He hangs his jacket up above the wood stove to dry it off and leaves his boots at the door.

"Room for one more?"

Cartman shrugged, "It's your cabin," he still held out an arm for Kenny despite trying to be aloof.

That's more than enough incentive for Kenny to launch onto the bed which creaked in dismay at the unprecedented amount of weight. He pushed himself against Cartman's side and his friend tugged him even closer, resting his head against Kenny's.

"Dude," Kenny began, "This is-"

"Pretty gay? Just shut up or I'll leave you to deal with Stan and Kyle on your own," Cartman finished, threat to his tone despite how quietly he spoke.

"Alright," He hoisted himself up a bit more, to rest some of himself on Cartman, "If the bed breaks I'm blaming it on you."

And Cartman laughs, a single note, "Sure you will, I'll try and rake up enough cash to buy you a new one if it does."

"Thanks man,"

"You're welcome,"

"No like, for coming on up, I missed you guys,"

"You should come to town sometimes then,"

"Walk all the way there to just be disappointed by the fact that Karen is still stuck at home? I'll pass,"

Cartman pauses, "Still, you should come to town,"

"Wow man, you're so compassionate,"

"It's one of my more desirable traits,"

Kenny just curled up into Cartman a little bit more, hand rubbing his upper arm gently. He drifted off into a comfortable haze of half sleep pretty fast while pressed up against Cartman. He gently held onto Stan and Kyle, tugging them a bit closer despite his better judgement, thank god they're asleep.

"Love you bro," Came Kenny's sleepy words, "And Stan, 'n Kyle."

"They're asleep,"

[muzzlemouths]

I keep seeing posts for your dead mall dare au but I don’t know what it’s about???? Please educate me in the form of a long infodump (if you so wish)

With pleasure! Dead Mall Dare is an au that takes place in modern times but is based around a mall which was first opened and maintained in the 1970s.

The main allure of Superstar Shopping Center was the mascots. Sun, a cheerful face and upbeat personality who kept customers happy during their time at the mall, and Moon, whose laid back temperament appealed more to the night crowd. To quote the fic directly - Together they kept the place running like a well oiled machine (pun intended).

Unfortunately, the place closed within the same decade (or shortly thereafter) when disaster struck, and has been sealed up tight ever since. No one except those who lived through the event have any idea what really happened on that dark day, and those who lived to tell the tale have been long since bought out and hushed. Articles have been pulled, newspaper clippings burnt, and all evidence of the mall's untimely death wiped from the history books.

Enter y/n. You're a rookie urbex explorer who has a fair share of adventures under their belt already when you're suddenly dared to take on the notoriously haunted Superstar Shopping Center. Hardly anyone stepping foot into the mall has ever returned - and if they have, they're scared into silence and out of the urbex game for good. That oughta scare you, but instead, it just makes the exploration all the more exciting. So in you go.

Now, here's the issue. Urban exploring is all about wandering the crumbling and the forgotten. The thrill of it is in rediscovering something lost to the ages and feeling yourself become a part of a long dead history. The thing is, this mall doesn't look dead at all. Not once you're inside, at least. In fact, it looks just as alive and thriving as the day it first opened...save for some overgrowth and cracked tile. There's areas where, certainly, time has obviously taken its toll, but for the most part the mall is functioning fine within its locked doors.

This, of course, extends to the mascots, who are both perfectly alive and well, just waiting for the next customer to come strolling in!

Well, sort of. See, you're not actually supposed to be there. They're not actually supposed to be alive. And once you put two and two together, well, things start to get dangerous.

But hey, it's not all bad! You have two new friends to hang out with and a whole mall at your disposal, just waiting to be explored! Just make sure you stay out of that one room. That other room, too. Actually, maybe just stick to Sun, he'll surely keep you safe. Remember to keep the lights on!

Don't mind the stains, either. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of shag carpet?

If you're interested in exploring this fic, you can find the first chapter here!

There's also a playlist, an art tag, and even a pinterest of the outfits you might catch our two celestial mascots in.

Hope this answers your intrigue sufficiently. Give the fic a read if you're feeling inclined, and remember to stay groovy!

[leblooky]

Basically, I didn't want to watch these series for certain reasons. But against all odds, I finally saw the four episodes of Hazbin Hotel and...

It's ok. Neither a great success but neither a great disappointment.

I explain.

To begin with, I have a love for musicals when I was young even if my country, France, has never been a constant fashion for this genre. The music is cool and the Iyrics too, especially in the first episode.

The story is simple but the stakes remain wobbly and do not put forward to let the story of the episode pass.

The dialogues are... better than Helluva

Boss? I mean, of course there are insults but it's less balanced on the face for free every second (and fortunately).

This is how I can summarize the first three episodes... let's talk about the fourth episode and the one that is controversial...

In the end, I was in mode: 😬, so much so

that it was complicated how to summarize this situation correctly...

[TW: SA]

Before continuing, I wanted to go back to this message I made a few days ago.

The two lines in the middle are still valid and I stand again. Because no, it is not because you are creator that you are legitimate to criticize the SA survivors with more than inhuman words.

All this in the end... is scene for 1-2 minutes where the boss (I don't remember his name anymore) physically attacks Angel Dust (not to mention the clip show "Poison" after this scene)

And yes, for SA survivors, it could be shocked by these scenes that are too intense for them.

Of course I hate this boss, I'm not like some fans who do fanart for the love of this piece of shit!

And... I think I understood how fan/hater are: I can understand some people who do not like this series because insults, dialogues etc.

And fans try to import certain characters, believe in the project and support it in return.

The problem is that both part are drifting away and people find arguments and examples absurd and biased

This is why I am lost, carried away by a wave of arguments whose almost everything is false or exaggerated...

And at some point, we have to calm this excessive crisis

I'm not a fan or a hater, just a person who draws and likes to look at things that interest me.

I'm just disgusted how the creators and fan/hater can destroy the reputation of a rather promising series in itself...

He might interest me with his ideas but the execution is either questionable or highly questionable.

So, express yourself, give your opinions, download the series and judge not on people too early...

I'm not an expert, nor fan/hater like I said, but I hope it will give a second chance (or not).

End.

(P.S. If you hate the creator, you are quite right, seen as she was in the past... and with what says during the controversy of episode four... yikes...)

[sminny-wew]

Dragon Ball is such a unique and interesting series to me. Even if you're only so familiar with it, it's more than likely affected or influenced you in a greater way than you realize. You could know absolutely nothing about Goku, but if someone showed you Goku, you'd know it was Goku. He has a distinct personality, distinct skills, a distinct silhouette. You recognize him even if you don't know him.

I was both a 90s and a 2000s kid, not really a Millennial but not really Gen Z. Right on the cusp of both. So when the mainstream American anime boom kicked off around that time, I was Team Sailor Moon. Of course I was; they were pretty like my Barbie dolls, but unlike Barbie, they got to beat the shit out of evildoers, and I LOVED it.

But as much as that show occupied my attention, I couldn't pretend that Dragon Ball Z didn't catch my eye on some level.

When I did manage to catch it on Toonami, I couldn't look away. I'd never seen such intense action scenes before. And even if I felt like things dragged on sometimes, when things got good, they got GOOD. I wouldn't have called myself a DBZ fan at the time, but I still understood the hype behind Vegeta, Frieza, Super Saiyan Goku, Future Trunks, the Androids, Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, Gotenks...all of it. I remember my older cousins were really into Dragon Ball Z. One of them had a black and white poster on their bedroom wall with all the Z Fighters. I remember when they would play with me, they'd pretend they were going to fire a Kamehameha at me, and I'd giggle with excitement because they sounded just like Goku.

The show's impact was not lost on American media; you can open YouTube, type "dragon ball references in tv shows" and see for yourself. And that's just in America; Dragon Ball has a massive presence in cultures across the globe, and back in Japan, it was turning out to be a strong influence on the likes of One Piece, Bleach, and shounen manga/anime as a genre.

Growing up as a Sonic fan in the early 2000s, I cannot understate the influence that DBZ had not just on the Sonic series itself, but on Sonic fan content in particular. I'm talking countless videos of Sonic X clips set to audio from DBZ, with Sonic as Goku and Shadow as Vegeta. All the fan art and sprite art of Sonic going Super Saiyan 3. One of the most widely-known fan projects in the community is the Newgrounds animation Nazo Unleashed; animator Chakra-X (who was in high school when he made this thing!!!) took an unused design for Super Sonic that showed up for 3 seconds in the first Sonic X trailer...

...and, influenced by DBZ villains, permanently altered how most people perceive this design: not as a scrapped Sonic transformation, but as his own unforgettable villain. It didn't matter that Nazo wasn't canon, all we cared about was the jaw-dropping Dragon Ball-style fight scenes that Chakra-X gave us. I highly suggest you watch Nazo Unleashed on YouTube if you've never seen it before, it's an awesome piece of fandom history.

(Also quick shoutout to Edwyn Tiong, his performance as Nazo absolutely gave Perfect Cell energy)

And as seen with games like Sonic Frontiers, and characters like Surge and Kit who (as it turns out, unintentionally!!) parallel the Androids, that influence carries on to this day.

Look at the first boss fight from Sonic Frontiers.

Look at this. Look at this and tell me this doesn't scream Dragon Ball.

The DBZ energy radiating from these boss fights was so hype that people started taking clips from DRAGON BALL ITSELF and setting them to the soundtrack!!! A complete 180 from what people were doing on YouTube in 2008!!

And this is just the influence of Dragon Ball. Unfortunately, I don't know enough about Dr. Slump, Chrono Trigger, or any of Akira Toriyama's other works to do them justice. All I can really say is that Toriyama went from writing gag manga to inventing modern shounen action tropes without even intending to. We've lost a genuine legend. But to quote the opening of DBZ Kai: "Nothing ever dies. We will rise again."

Rest in peace, Toriyama-san. Yours is a legacy that no one will ever forget, whether they know your name or not. And one of these days, when I'm able to sit down and properly watch through all of Dragon Ball, I'll be thinking of you and what we have because of you.

Thank you for everything.

[thezoe611]

Howdy!

If given the chance, is there something you'd like to change in your works (Unstoppable[?? Sorry if that's someone else's work actually l—], Project Illuminati, ect.)?

Be it from a lore standpoint or casting?

Hi! This question is interesting, but to be honest, I don't think I would change anything in my stories (and yes, Unstoppable is one of my stories, my first story in English… and it was a big challenge because of the translation TvT) Before making a story, I always research, outline, and plan the things that are going to happen. Even a story that I left on hold (Medabots), I researched a lot before starting it (and I have the story prepared, but the inspiration is on the floor TvT) That's why I haven't been able to publish any of my planned "Beauty and the Beast" story, another one based on the Geronimo Saga. I have the story planned out, but I haven't made the outlines yet. Also, I don't want it to be long (the idea of translating more than 30 chapters alone still horrifies me^^'), so I have to summarize the ideas and do more things… and then I will have to translate… alone. .. (I think I'm postponing that very important part because it was really very chaotic for me to translate practically all of Unstoppable^^')

Of course, the ONLY thing I would change in a story would be my first fic (which is a Monster Rancher one), but I wouldn't change the plot or the characters… but rather my spelling. I'M STILL EMBARRASSED BY ALL THE SPELLING MISTAKES MY FIRST STORY HAS!

But if we talk about narrative… I think one of my Naruto stories (which are my most beloved stories in fanfiction, they have too many fans-something I didn't expect^^'-). One of those fics is not what I would have wanted. I feel like in the end I wrote it to make the readers happy, although I didn't see it as necessary, but everyone liked it anyway, so I'll leave it like that ^^'

But something I do appreciate is the presence of @takedigi He is my first and only betareader, and to whom I trust enough to tell him important ideas and spoilers for the stories I write. And I never stop being grateful when he himself reviews the documents that I send him to correct them. He's even more from the Ducktales fandom than Darkwing Duck (although I blame him for influencing me with so many DW clips he sent me from DT17, and that's why I started watching more Darkwing stuff, until I got to the Geronimo Saga ^^), and that's why he was surprised when he saw that I was starting to write a Darkwing story in English (which I hadn't told him about because it didn't occur to me), and even though I wrote that story without him, he supported me. Furthermore, in order to read my story, he decided to read the entire Geronimo Saga to understand it (something he himself says he doesn't regret at all, we both understand how wonderful that saga is)

So yes, it's also thanks to @takedigi that I don't have to regret anything in the story, because he always gives me good advice and makes me remember things that are lost on me (and yes, I'm good at I forget things TvT)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e1 lost and found (w. andrew dabb)

metallica's nothing else matters for the road so far recap? mmmk. i loved the black album.* it's in my big playlist right now! and nothing else matters was very teen angst sad boy shit appropriate for me (album came out when i was 11 and i remember it featuring at middle school dances) but this song is way too downtempo for the clips/editing as it progresses before we get to the loud parts. weird choice. and maybe shows do this all the time and it's not with songs i know well enough to notice, but splitting the song up midway through is very jarring. i get cutting down the long instrumental intro, but segueing into lyrics differently? buh. stranger things did it with atmosphere by joy division and it wasn't terrible, but noticeable. but the scene/song combo was so impactful to me i didn't care because i was a mess

the overriding theme here with this song and clip selection is like 🚨FAMILY 🚨okay bro, i get it. calm down. is this why i see people harping on how the show is about family, not just sam and dean? is this gonna be A Thing? or am i projecting? both?? i have literally nothing else i might want do if i don't watch this. but i also don't really want to watch this. sigh.

and now i'm all distracted by them using some new fancy filming technique while they're driving where they're being paced and we're seeing the conversation from the outside and it was cool at first but it keeps going and now i'm just too busy trying to figure out where the camera is and where it's going and getting vaguely dizzy.

i get what and why they're doing this thing with jack being at the station with the sheriff but also. im tired

all right. this also reminds me of hmm. combo leo in titanic and ...josh hartnett in pearl harbor?? o.0

glad sam is totally freaked out and afraid of jack, as he should be

JACK (still fondling the wall) Lucifer? No, that's not his name. My father is Castiel.

LOL transcriber! fondling?? how about touching. anyway. papa castiel it is

MIRIAM I don't know what he's told you. I mean, I can guess. Some line about how he and his brother… (deepens voice) save the world. Grr. So macho. (she sighs and speaks in her normal voice) But really, he's not a hero. He's Becky. DEAN Becky? The roommate Becky? MIRIAM You take things and break things and piss people off, and just do whatever you want, no matter who it hurts. Also, you're a giant super bitch. DEAN Well, it takes one to know one. MIRIAM So, yeah, you're Becky, and Becky needs to die.

really odd choice to go with becky for this whole story business, unless they're invoking the actual becky from the show it's just confusing. i really hope it's not show-becky.

i think these are the angels that were in the script in 12x23? got 'em in now, i guess. so i thought carver was around for s12 but apparently it switched to dabb/singer as showrunners that season

....why did the angel just stab the sheriff's kid...? i know they're generally not big on humans but stabbing one for no real reason other than some distraction seems a bit excessive.

MIRIAM: Oh, sweetie. Almost anything. Castiel, he's dead. All the way dead, because of you.

rolling my eyes. that's a reach to try to induce a guilt trip

conveniently got confirmation that jack can't be killed easily, as expected being how they talk him up like he's more powerful than anything basically for whatever reason

DEAN Okay, Chuck… or God, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You left us. You went off. You said… You said the earth would be fine because it had me… and it had Sam, but it’s not, and we’re not. We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back. Okay? You’re gonna bring back Cas, you’re gonna bring back Mom, you’re gonna bring ‘em all back. All of ‘em. Even Crowley. ’Cause after everything that you’ve done, you owe us, you son of a bitch. So you get your ass down here and you make this right, right here and right now.

being a cynical asshole but ok scenic backdrop for this praying to chuck that he could have done in the car. and he's giving my kids when they want something. need some foot stomping. punch something and risk breaking your hand instead, good choice

i think there's a handful of reasons** but i have never emotionally connected with cas and this... angsting and preparing to burn him and all, knowing that it's all going to be walked back at some point, it's just frustrating and exhausting. and now we're mourning cas, kelly, mom, crowley....

i didn't want to be sitting and stewing over pondering the logistics of how cas comes backs so i went and looked it up. and um, okay. i'm sure i'll have some thoughts about when it rolls around.

well, suffice it to say, i didn't particularly enjoy this episode. and had surprisingly little (for me) to say about it.

**his characterization that seems to change week to week is part of it and how the show talked up his relationship with the boys but didn't match up to what they were showing us for seasons on end. and unfortunately, how some sectors of fandom are about him also i think has an effect. which is a bummer all the way around

*oh james. i do enjoy your voice. i saw them live once or twice i think, but i don't really remember it. it was in the days of the album with the blood and jizz on the cover, which people didn't like. the songs or the jizz, i think

according to wikipedia, james also didn't like the blood and jizz artwork, and says homophobic shit in his explanation. great!

[publiccmenace]

You weren't around then, back in the bad old days - no, no, I do mean the bad old days, the 'good old days' your great-uncle is always yappin' on about sucked for most of us.

Yes, they really did, I promise. The next time your uncle gets bullshittin' like that, you kick him, alright? Tell your momma I told you to do it, she can't take away my dessert.

Well, she can, but it'd be worth it. I can get some ice-cream later, when she's asleep.

Alright, enough, enough. Are you ready to listen?

Good. Let me tell you how it went.

When we found the rest of the universe, it turned out to be a bit shit.

We were disappointed, of course. Who wouldn't be? Even the most cynical of us had dreamt of some complex utopia, some strange spiderweb of joy spread out between the stars by some people that had it all figured out.

When we found the difficult reality, that the stars didn't solve our problems, we were disappointed. Your issues come with you, no matter where you go, unless you deal with them. It's absolutely ridiculous, really.

But, regardless of how stupid, as above so below. It was a right mess out there, the same way it was a right mess around here.

What was it like, to see it all from here on Earth?

There's a clip of an interview I think about often. Somebody from one of those news outlets - you know the ones, the doom-and-gloom, the only smart thing to think about the world is that it will never get better? Yeah, those guys, the ones your uncle is so fond of.

So, the guy in the suit with these white teeth, like I mean these teeth were whiter than... something really white, I don't know. It feels mean to compare a natural phenomena to these teeth, 'cause these news host folks are always such jerks.

Y'know what? Teeth whiter than a golf ball. Fuck golf. Terrible sport.

Oh, if I were still young enough to be faster than a golf cart...

Anyway, guy in the suit is talking to this doctor, right? And the doctor is this lady with this really neat accent, I think she was Nigerian? She just had this expression on her face, and I know that the reason she was here is because she's not afraid of anyone.

He asks her why Doctors Without Borders has started a space program, isn't it best to devote their funding to more... realistic solutions, all the leading nasty nonsense that guys in suits with stupid white teeth are really good at.

This doctor, she wasn't having ANY of his shit. She looks at him, waits for him to finish talking, and says "what the fuck do you think without borders means?"

They cut the interview off immediately after, but that shit went viral as all hell. I would watch it at night and whisper to myself "what the fuck do you think without borders means?"

That was the approach the Red Cross and Red Crescent took too. There were folks in need, so they went to help. There were a million and a half little things too, the Ocean Cleanup worked with the SCO - one of the star folks' projects, I think it was the Space Cleanup Organization? - and figured out how to put their systems in the stars.

They were workin' on fixin' stuff too, much in the same way we were working on fixin' stuff. There were a couple people with an awful lot of power messing up things, and an awful lot of very determined people who wanted to make stuff better.

It's also important to remember that they helped us too. A whole bunch of ecological organizations came down from the stars and shared their preservation and genetic technology, letting us bring back some of the things our ancestors lost. That's why you can see thylacines in the zoo, it's a breeding project to get them back where they belong. Your momma wrote an article for them, remember?

It is sad that they were all gone. What wonderful creatures.

That's just, well, that's just the thing about things being a bit shit, I think. We're stubborn as all hell and we want to fix them.

Things aren't perfect now. Things aren't even very good.

That's why you pack two lunches, to make sure that kid, what's her name, Mica? Yeah, Mica, always has somethin' good to eat at school. You make sure you're doing what you can and sharing what you have.

It's all you can do and it's really an awful lot, I promise.

Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.

[shoblisva]

About Me!

ShoblisVA.tumblr.com

Hello, I’m Lisa from the Philippines! A good bunch of people call me Lis. Thanks for checking out my Tumblr page. It feels great to start my first blog where I can express myself freely~ This blog is all about showcasing my voice (VA/VO, fandub, unreleased and random covers) I sing and and voice act, mostly in English and Japanese. I’ve worked on a few VA/VO projects including volunteer opportunities

Voice Range: Mezzo Soprano (A3-A5) Specialization: Cheerful, bright, sweet, cute, friendly female characters. Medium to High (adult to young)

Availability: Open for VA commissions

HOW IT ALL STARTED

It all began when I discovered Vocaloid songs on YouTube back in 2013. I got hooked on voice acting, fandubs, games, and all the fun stuff in the Youtaite community. I even joined a Japanese online voice acting group as a hobby. They'd give us scripts to record, and if they liked it, they'd upload it to YouTube. Back then, I recorded everything on my phone.

MY FIRST MIC AND YOUTUBE JOURNEY

In 2015, my dad bought me my first-ever condenser microphone (second-hand.) I’m super happy! Thanks, dad! I regularly posted song covers and voice acting clips to my own YouTube channel. I also gained experience and explored audio mixing. I'm grateful for my parents' support even if people didn't know I was singing on YT. I remember hitting around 4k subs, and it was such a huge joy for me. I also uploaded dance covers on my channel, as it was originally a dance channel so I was thinking about whether to separate my content and create a new account.

A TOUGH DECISION

Fast forward to around 2017, sadly, I decided to delete my first channel (mental health reasons). I wiped out my entire social media presence and lost interest in my hobbies. My mind wasn't in the best place at the time and did the unthinkable, but we all have those moments, right?

A FRESH START: SHY YET PASSIONATE

Don't worry! After a year, I wanted to get back into it. I still use my old second-hand mic I had before. It's still in good condition, and I may have developed a sentimental connection to the mic. :') But sometimes, I still use my phone for recording too. xD

WHAT’S NEXT?

This blog centers around me using my voice, so it's mostly a mix of random short covers I've recorded, along with little acting snippets and other projects. I’ll also be uploading unreleased covers and versions on this blog. Stay tuned! ^^ Right now, I'm eager to become more active again and continue singing. I'm grateful for the support I've received along the way! Thanks for dropping by and reading my ramblings~

MY VIDEO GAME (ENG) VOICE ACTING DEMO REEL:

[dutyworn]

Wren full playthrough part 3. Notable mods for this part: LE1 Diversification Project, Saren Stages, Keepers Finders (full modlist linked under the readmore along with other generic information about this playthrough)

I timestapmed this a while ago so I have less commentary than usual for the self-roast etc because I can't remember shit. I do remember, though, that this part is a good example of the general "in-game isn't 1:1 to blog portrayal" what with exhausting a lot of the conversation options. I aim for this to be a "full" playthrough so like I'm recording the full Avina conversations, but a lot of that stuff... would probably be stuff that she either already knows or at the very least even if she likes to hear the facts from the actual people rather than the extranet (OK, Avina is a VI anyway but), she'd probably not stop to ask questions while being supposed to be rushing to the Council chambers XD See also she would never essentially brag at Avina for having an audience with the Council but that was one of the "Havu did not think the tone of that dialogue tree was that and clicked it anyway" times that happens way too much in this game.

Also? 100 percent I'm doing the Scan the Keepers quest for the money and the XP. Wren would... not fuck with that, and most likely report it to C-Sec. But I'm doing it because money and XP and also I like the little things the mod adds to it loool.

One more note, I don't think I had installed the mod that fixes mumbling NPCs yet for this part but I know I did sometime fairly early on. Paired with no subtitles this is not ideal but. Eh.

youtube playlist / tumblr masterpost (pending) (look for ; havu gaming tag for prev)

Highlights and timestamps:

00:00 Docking on the Citadel. Genuinely one of my favourite cinematics from the first game.

01:54 Talk with Udina and Anderson.

04:54 Chat with Embassy receptionist.

05:48 Chat with Embassy Avina.

10:40 Keeper, chat with Citadel Tower Avina.

15:03 Elevator chat: Ashley & Kaidan. Yes, I aim to record as many elevator chats with different squad combinations as I manage.

15:37 Meeting Garrus.

17:26 Council hearing.

20:15 Chat with Udina and Anderson.

27:27 Elevator chat: Ashley & Kaidan.

28:03 Scan the Keepers pt1, Chorban

30:40 Presidium Prophet pt1. A "I don't have enough reputation points for this dialogue, doing this later" moment.

33:33 Barla Von

General disclaimer: This is not meant to be a 1:1 to my roleplay portrayal, even if it can be used as a reference for choices and just as a general "people can watch this if they are interested/wanna know Wren/the game more" fun thing. In gameplay, I tend to exhaust dialogue options; for a lot of asking questions, Wren actually would already be aware of the answers so sometimes it's more about wanting to show the dialogue (for people not familiar with the game) and gaining XP, other times (mostly when conversing with people about their personal experiences) she asks about things she is aware of because she wants the story from the person themselves, and to show care. Also, gaming dynamics obviously have their limits.

I record everything. I edit out reduntant getting lost on the map (happens a lot more you'd expect), repeat dialogue, and/or speed through leveling up, modding equipment, etc. If I am reading something while playing, I keep the text in my edits for long enough for me to be able to read (I'm a slow reader). Stuff less relevant to the story, such as planet descriptions, I keep in the video but only very briefly so that the information is there and readable if the video is paused.

I mainly record for my own reference/screencapping etc. purposes. That's why there also are no subtitles, though I will record clips I specifically want to share with subtitles on.

You may use my videos freely for anything you wish, such as screencapping your muse if you play someone from the games etc.

I play with a galore of mods! Here's my list of mods I currently use in this playthrough for the first game.

I always include clickable timestamps on Youtube, if you want to watch, but want to skip some parts.

[axemetaphor]

no problem, and I hope you have fun with it !!

to answer your other questions:

I paint directly onto the hoodie! which is a cotton/polyester blend, from a brand called MakeMarket. I stretch the fabric over something large and flat first (for this big of a project, I borrowed a wood plank from my mother as well as 4 clamps. I covered the wood with a trash bag to keep the paint that leaks through the fabric from adhering to it, then stretched it over the wood, using the 4 clamps to secure each corner. for smaller projects I use a pane of glass from a broken picture frame & some binder clips lol) before just painting right on it. just wash the fabric first so itll stick well. disclaimer: I am not a professional to any degree and there is probably a better way to do this/something you should do to the fabric first, but I don't know it ":D I've been mostly just making things for myself and if it ends up not lasting, I'll just repaint/touch it up.

my usual process is to tape off the section I'm painting, apply a white base coat, sketch the design, then jump right into painting it, erasing the pencil when everything is dried (or painting over it, when it's stubborn).

and here's all of my "equipment," such as it were:

from left to right, heres what they are and their uses

2inch flat brush- I dont remember where I got it, but I use it for a base cover of white. it's great for wide base coverage and little else.

a Shader brush I was given by my dad. I have no idea the brand, but it's what I use for large blocks of just 1 colour.

of the green set of 4, the first one is a simple round brush. this one I dont use often tbh.

the second green one is a flat edger, I think? I lost the package of these. the tip is angled, though. great for straight lines and tapering said straight lines!

the third green one is a tiny little detail round. even that honestly is not quite thin enough sometimes.

the last green one is a simple flat. I use this for blocking in colours in smaller areas before using the 2nd or 3rd brush to do detail work

the little bitty black brush is kind of shitty but it's another round one. the ends are frayed to hell and I'm probably gonna pitch it ngl but it can be used to block in colour.

the 2 palette knives can be used to make straight lines

I use the calligraphy nib for REALLY SMALL straight lines. it is not good for much else in a painting project! it's been clogged and garbagey for a while (idfk how but the ink that got into it is Soap Resistant and it's just crusted over. I have a shitton more from my dad who hoards things just a bit, so I'm not bothered.) so it's perfect for this since it can't be a dip-pen nib anymore

then theres the 3 pencils I sketch with (beginning with the coloured one, then the HB next to it, then the 6B next to that). the charcoal beside them is used when I'm like "hang on what did I draw again"-- like, I mark unclear lines heavier using the charcoal.

also I'm plugging this brush cleaner, "The Masters Brush Cleaner," because it FUCKS. it is so good. this itty bitty one has lasted me months so far I have barely had to use it because a little goes a long way. not sponsored best impulse buy I ever made

then theres just my palette and the thing I use for water

I will say none of this stuff is wash-proof, do not slap it in the washing machine like this, itll crumble into bits. (found that out the hard way, RIP to the one Motionless in White patch I made for those crust pants) I usually use a spray fabric cleaner for my patch jacket (covered in acrylic paint patches) which wont fuck up the paint. however I did just get back from an art store where they recommended me This:

which will make the paint wash-proof and heat-proof. haven't used it yet since I bought it Today shsjsnsj but a 1:1 ratio of GAC900:paint should apparently do this if you then hit the back of the fabric (not the paint side) with a hot iron after it's been dried (put parchment paper between the paint and whatever surface you use to iron, though!). do be careful using it, apparently it's not good to get a bunch on your skin.

that's pretty much all I know !! I'm still looking into how to make these heatproof and mailable because as my friend @ghost-orion who I mailed a patch to knows, Apparently It Will Get Goopy In Transport. I've had people on TikTok reach out to ask if they can buy patches of my designing though so uhhhhh I am Working On Figuring Things Out and I might start posting about it on here as I do so! presumably whatever makes it capable of withstanding shipping will make it long-lasting in general.

I hope this isnt too much hwjsnsj I just want to give All of the information I have ':D I only started doing this earlier this year, I don't have much experience yet.

I dont think I've posted any of these here ever before but I do sometimes make tiktok videos of me working on shit. usually my fabric crafts like my jackets

[husbandhannie]

hi livvie <333 i saw your post about trying requests and was wondering if you have any thoughts about being neighbours with c-c-chan? 🤧 totally no pressure and dw at all if you don’t end up writing it 💗 i hope you’re doing well!!

chihuahuas

pairing: dino x reader

word count: 980

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: ah sol, thanks for sending! i made this uni au because i'm looking at my accommodation pictures these days. also this wasn't meant to be so long, but i started writing and well.....you know how much i like writing chan haha. not proofread, i honestly don't know if i'll ever do it.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @husbandhoshi @zurikyo @leejungchans @junhui-recs.

you’re barely out the door when the object rolling towards your feet grabs your attention, followed by the call of your name in your neighbor’s exasperated voice. a closer look reveals the offending item to be a bottle of glue, and you bend down to pick it up so you can hand it to its owner.

the first time you met lee chan, he was carrying a basket of clothes down to the laundry room, wearing adorable dinosaur-printed pajamas and sleepy eyes. it was the week before the start of your master’s, and he had introduced himself as ‘the guy in 111’. “let me know if you need anything”, he had said, before getting flustered at the sight of underwear poking out of his basket. even flustered and sleepy, he was beautiful.

(he looked beautiful later that week too, when he ran into you on his way back from the gym, sweaty in a sleeveless shirt. you’re proud to say you managed to keep your cool in front of him, only letting out a scream into your pillow when your door was securely closed.)

“thanks”, he accepts the bottle, “slipped from my hands”.

you’re not surprised. it seems like he’s carrying a third-grade teacher’s craft supplies - large sheets of colored paper folded up in his arms, and a transparent folder that contains scissors and some cutouts of - wait, are those dog pictures? 

“i can see why”, you smile, “um, what’s all this for?”

you know his major is education, but you doubt his assignments include making posters. maybe he’s supposed to work with kids as part of a project? the image of lee chan bending down to help a kid glue cute dog pictures on a poster comes to your mind before you can help it, and - 

no. you can’t do this today. you don’t have the strength. 

“uh, we’re supposed to decorate the common room for world animal day”, he adjusts the supplies in his arms, “didn’t you know?”

oh yeah, you do remember reading about that on the bulletin board below. while you’ve never been the one for decoration and related activities, you’re even less inclined this week, with the number of assignment deadlines you have. thankfully, there’s only one left now.

“i think i read about it”, you answer, “and you decided to, what, make an entire poster by yourself?”

“no, i - “, he sighs, “the guys and i collected material and only some cutting and pasting was left, so we played a game to decide. and well”, he shrugs resignedly, “guess who lost”.

“oh no”, you shake your head in mock sympathy, “it was rock-paper-scissor, wasn’t it?”

“hey, it’s a perfectly fine - “

“i know, i know”, you grin, “what’s the subject of the poster?”

maybe you can take some time out to help him if he’s making a poster on cute dogs. 

“uh, chihuahuas”, he manages to push the folder up, urging you to pick it up, “and how, uh, expressive their expressions are?”

“what?”. is he serious?

“yeah”, he tries to convince you, “take a clipping out, you’ll see what i mean”.

you take the first picture out and, well, realize he’s not completely insane. it’s a chihuahua alright, making a face that can only be described by the string “aaaauuuuughhhhh”.

“oh god”, you take out one more, letting out a cackle at the indescribable yet vivid emotion on the dog’s face, “oh my god. this is brilliant”.

“i know”, he exclaims, laughing with you, “there are so many of them too. we really found more than we thought we would”.

you say nothing, just snap the folder close and put it back to its original place, trying not to focus on how ridiculously buff chan’s arms feel. 

it’s quiet for a moment then, the two of you just looking at each other, neither commenting on how close you’re standing, and how your hand is still on his arm. 

“well, i should - “

“would you mi - “

both of you pause, grinning. 

“you first”, you offer. 

“well”, he clears his throat, his ears an endearing pink, “i was wondering if you could help me? paste these, i mean? if that’s okay?”

“ah”, you smile slightly, fighting the urge to fix your hair, “i will, if you take me out to dinner later”.

fuck, where did that come from? 

do you want to go out with lee chan? yes. he’s cute, hot, sweet, thoughtful, hardworking - 

you get the point. 

but did you plan on asking him out today? asking him out ever? no. 

it must be those freaking arms.

“um”, his eyes widen while he considers his response, “like a date?”

“no? unless you want to”.

what? 

chan looks at you, clearly trying to figure out what the hell you’re talking about. 

oh, well. if you’re doing this, might as well do it properly. well, what’s the worse that could happen? it’s not like you live right next to the guy or anything, right? not like you have to avoid him in hallways if he rejects you. 

“i mean”, you start, proud of how confident you sound, “if i help you, take me out to dinner. like a date”.

chan blinks once before a grin takes over his face, his eyes shining by the strength of it. you think your heart skips a beat. oh, you’re down bad. 

“sure”, he answers excitedly, “it would be my pleasure”.

“great, then”, you close your door and make your way into his room, picking up the folder from his arm on the way, “let’s do it”.

a few seconds pass. chan hasn’t moved. one look over your shoulder shows him staring at you, an almost dreamy look in his eyes. stop, you want to say, we haven’t even been on a date, i can’t fall in love with you yet.

“c’mon”, you shoot him a teasing look, “the chihuahuas are waiting”.

[seokth]

i don't usually ramble on here except for when it's about fics but w the recent bangtan news, i guess i'm just looking for a space to vent to so here it goes.

idk how much of the english subs were accurate and how much of them were lost in translation, but when namjoon talked about how the kpop and idol system don't really provide much room to mature, the wording and the thought itself (and the fact that the camera panned to jungkook - the maknae who started this rollercoaster when he was just in his early teens - at this part) really hit me hard.

whenever i watch their behind episodes, i always had this lingering concern that their schedules are way too packed. but seeing as i'm a baby army and i'm still new to the world of kpop, i just brushed it off as normal in their line of work. but hearing them talk about not being able to do some of the things they really wanted to do, about how they sometimes have to sacrifice their me for the sake of we, about how they literally don't have the opportunity to just sit down and be — it all makes me realize that though they're global superstars, though they're seemingly larger than life itself, at the end of the day, they're all just twenty-somethings who want to enjoy the experiences they're missing out on while still at the prime of their ages.

and that's not a bad thing.

hearing the news first on twitter, and then seeing just shortened clips of minimoni crying and captioned screenshots of yoongi saying, "we're on a hiatus," really had my heart hammering in my chest. i was so scared and i felt cold all over. but once i psyched myself up to watch the whole dinner, i eventually calmed down because i told myself hey, this all makes sense. all 7 of them took the time to sit down and carefully explain why they're doing things the way they are, and despite the bittersweet undertones, the hour-long video had a happy and content vibe to it. honestly, i couldn't ask for more.

ngl, i've only just been in this bangtan shit for a short while (not even a whole year has passed yet, i think), and it makes me curse my timing at how i've only just experienced my first real comeback, and that cb is gonna be the last one for a while now. but this isn't about me. it's about them. and i'm so so so happy that they're thinking about themselves.

but then, what about us? what's gonna happen to us now? someone pointed out that this will be the time for us fans to grow as well. in as much as bangtan has been working nonstop for the past 9 years, armys (whether you've been here since pre-debut or have only just joined the fandom) have been pouring their hearts out nonstop as well. and in as much as bangtan needs a well-deserved break, armys need some much needed "me" time too. ofc, we'll still continue supporting bts in their respective individual projects, but this will be an opportunity for us to plant, sow, and reap the seeds of our individual growths as well.

i know it's not the same for all of us but for me, i'm at the point in my life where i really need to focus on myself and my family for real. i'm not saying that i can't do that without a hiatus, but it's more of me wanting to focus on that because of the hiatus. bangtan focusing on their individual goals, passions, and priorities inspires me to do the same for myself too. and just with the way my life is panned out right now, this couldn't have come at a more coincidental timing.

to my fellow armys, this news is a big deal so please process this however you want and need! don't be afraid to cry or to feel sad! just remember, bts is thinking about you and you have a planet full of purple friends beside you. APO BANGPO! 💜