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/includes; muscle growth, suggestion tf, straight to gay tf
"Yeah, Im feeling fine!"
Jason was tired of how weak and scrawny his best friend Max stayed throughout their time in high school and now, college. So he had given Max a new black market roid that promised to "make him a bro." He crushed up a few of the pills without looking at the instructions and baked it into a cookie he gave Max.
Jason wasn't so bad himself, 6'4" and muscular, with a charming face. Little did he know that his height that he had since he was a sophmore in highschool would be changing.
Jason stared at Max as his skin started to ripple and shift.
"Are you sure?"
"Never better, bro."
Max ripped his shirt off as his muscles swelled. A deep canyon of rippling abs leading up to two giant slabs of muscle. He flexed and stretched as his biceps filled out.
"Sorry, im feeling a little hot." Max said non chalantly. His muscles continued to grow as he flexed them.
"Oh my god it worked"
"What worked?"
"Oh nothing, dont worry about it."
"Ok brah"
Their surrounds changed from school as it turned into a living room, a living room Jason had been in so many times before, Max's living room. All of a sudden, Jason felt a pull towards Max. He couldn't stop looking at him, like literally. He traced Max's outline as each muscle became more prominent. He stared at the giant as he grew taller and taller, but something wasn't right. It was like everything around Jason was getting taller too.
Unfortunately, Jason hadn't looked into how the roid actually worked. On the back of the small blue box, it read ;
Are you tired of being weak and nerdy? We got you covered. We believe the human mind is a powerful tool, and our Bro Pill helps you to use it to your full potential! Not only does it shift your mindset to be more focused on sports and the bros, but it also changes various other aspects of your life in order to fit your new you! We recommend taking one pill weekly until desired affects.
WARNING: taking more than one pill a week may intensify the effect you have on other people
Jason panicked as he felt himself losing muscle and height. His features softened as he turned from a rugged man into a young 20 something twink. It looks like the god of Jason's creation has type cast him as his twinky boyfriend. Making Max a jock apparently didn't override his sexuality.
"What are you doing to me?"
His voice was still deep, too deep for someone like him.
"Make that voice a little higher, and can you please quit being so worried brah? Be like me, stop thinkin as much little guy huhuhu."
A wave of relief came over Jason as he collapsed onto the couch. His body continued to shrink as he lost his height, becoming about 5'6" compared to Max's new 6'8". His musculature toned down more, not as defined anymore.
"Whatever you say babe" Jason giggled, his voice much higher and more flamboyant.
"Thats my pretty boy." Conversely, Max's voice became much deeper and demanding. Jason felt himself starting to get hornier.
"I'm so happy i couldfind you. Your ass was like made for my dick huhuhu" Max said as he spread his legs wide as his pouch grew bigger. He had one more explosive growth as his shoulder broadened and his pecs filled out more. Jason shifted in his seat as his ass grew more plump and muscular.
"What do you mean?" Jason feigned innocence, turning the ditziness all the way up.
"Come here and I'll show you, slut."
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Showtime
Matt Sturniolo x actress!reader
— tags;; resolved angst, relationship angst, jealousy, arguments, happy ending
— wc;; 2.8k
— author's note;; based on this ask, i changed the setting to a theatre performance since that's easier for me to relate to, i hope that's okay <3 + the ending sucks, sorry for that
The energy backstage is unmistakable. The air is buzzing with excitement, garments are rustling, and you can hear the faint whispers of people rehearsing their roles one last time before it is time to step on stage.
You’re standing at the end of the room, arms crossed over your dress, and trying to ignore the nervous pit in your stomach. This is not the first time you’ll be standing on a stage in front of hundreds of people, far from it. It will also not be the last time, hopefully far from it as well. It’s also not your first time having a huge role, so that’s not what you’re worried about either.
What makes this premiere such a big thing for you is that your boyfriend of a few months will be watching. You got Matt and his brothers first-row tickets, and the way you know him he forced them to leave early so he could guarantee that he’s on time. It’s the first time he’ll be seeing you on stage, and you refused to tell him anything about the play or your part — except that you might just have got the main role (and are very proud of that fact).
You must’ve looked absolutely frozen because your friend walks up to you and lays a hand on your shoulder.
“It’s gonna be alright,” she promises, an encouraging smile on her lips. “You rocked the rehearsals.”
Grinning, you quickly shake your stiffness off. “Yeah, it’s gonna be great,” you agree.
“Your boy Matt, he’s coming, right?”
“Yeah,” you say, even just the thought of him lighting your face up in a smile.
“And he’s okay with… you know, that scene with Oliver?” she asks, nodding over to the guy who plays your love interest, aka Odysseus, the Greek hero lost on the sea for a decade. He‘s standing in front of a wall, staring at it intently, challenging the plaster as if it were Poseidon keeping him from returning home. He’s locked in already.
Smacking your lips, you nod. “He’ll know it’s not real,” you say, nodding, almost as if to convince yourself. “It should be fine.”
“Girl… you didn’t tell him?” your friend asks, clearly doubting what you said.
“He knows nothing about the Odyssey, so I didn’t tell him,” you justify yourself. “Especially not a major spoiler like that.”
“I don’t think that was a good idea,” she sighs, “but you do you.”
Someone claps twice, and everyone immediately turns around. “Alright, it’s time,” the boy responsible for time-keeping says, his voice awkwardly loud in the sudden silence.
All you can hear is the audience, even through the thick doors to the dressing rooms. It’s barely there, even the whirring of the lamps above is louder, but it immediately multiplies your nervosity as you remember how many people will see you tonight. The tickets were sold out only two weeks after the performance was announced. Sold out. You can still barely fathom it, even after so many years of theatre.
“Break a leg,” you whisper to your friend who squeezes your shoulder one last time before hopping off the table and joining the group leaving the dressing room.
You follow her silently, well aware that the audience is slowly calming down, the lights are tuned lower and an almost electric atmosphere fills the room. It finds its way into your lungs, too, but you keep breathing steadily, nonetheless. You got this.
It‘s already there, the well-known feeling of slipping into a role. The person who walks on stage isn‘t you, it is Penelope, waiting for her husband to return home and tending to his land and wealth.
The murmurs behind the curtain eventually stop completely. Anticipation floods the room and replaces the pit in your stomach. The light changes. The actors and actresses are behind the stage. Except for you. And slowly, the curtain opens, revealing you, alone, in the middle of the stage. In the spotlight. Showtime, baby.
Time passes quickly when you‘re on stage. With your thoughts constantly ready for the next costume change, the next scene, the next text, you can hardly focus on the now, and yet that’s the only place where your consciousness lies. You show grief, desperation, hope, and most importantly determination every second you‘re on stage. And every time you look at the audience, you can see Matt‘s eyes looking at you with utter fascination and wonder, making your heart warm with confidence.
And then the last scene arrives. Odysseus, clothed as a poor beggar, reveals himself. Oliver tenderly takes your face in his hands. You look up at him, lips parted in awe and shock, just as you rehearsed.
“Odysseus,“ you stage-whisper, running a hand along his temple. “Is it truly you? Or have the gods deceived my eyes and feasted on my hope?“
“Penelope,“ he whispers back, the name falling so sweetly from his lips. “It’s me.” And then he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You can‘t see Matt‘s stiffness or the bitter tug that lies around the corners of his mouth after that single movement.
The audience sighs collectively, so much pent-up tension releasing. It‘s almost palpable as you melt into Oliver‘s- no, Odysseus‘ arms and rest your head against his chest while the curtains slowly close.
The room explodes with people cheering and clapping while the other actors and actresses quickly hurry onto the stage. With a euphoric grin on your lips, you lay your arms around the shoulders of Oliver and whoever happens to be on the other side of you, waiting for the curtains to open again. And then you bow and bow again, and run off the stage, and run back, and bow, and look for Matt in the audience, and almost trip over your own feet, and bow again, and everyone‘s laughing and cheering…
Backstage, the room is buzzing with energy as everyone hurries to change out of their Greek dresses and clean up their makeup. No one‘s actually talking, the air is filled with rustling and clinking and occasional questions like, “Can you help me open my dress?” or, “Where‘s my blush?” And then the director enters and congratulates everyone, and everyone is smiling but no one is listening.
You’re the first to leave, unable to wait any longer before seeing the triplets. But especially Matt, you can‘t wait to see his reaction.
The cold air bites your lungs, but you can‘t bring yourself to care about that as you run across the pavement, heading to the front doors of the building. With rosy cheeks and out of breath, you stop before the entrance.
But there‘s no trace of the triplets in the crowd. Assuming that they only needed to use the toilet or something, you lean against the wall, making sure to keep the doors that swing open regularly in your peripheral while you let your gaze wander over the crowd. Every time someone walks out, your head snaps back in their direction, but it‘s never a familiar face.
It takes you at least ten minutes before you realise to check your phone. The second you pull it out, a sense of dread washes over you. Nick sent you a message, a quick, “Matt wasn‘t feeling well, we needed to leave soon. Absolutely loved your performance tho, you crushed it!!” You respond with a nervous, “Okay, and thanks!”
Matt isn‘t feeling well. Now you‘re feeling ill too, the pit in your stomach coming back even worse than before the performance.
The others are going to party all evening, celebrating the premiere. You wanted to invite Matt, but now you‘re torn between going home to him or staying with a bad feeling for the rest of the night. The choice isn’t difficult, and you order an Uber.
The second you walk up to the porch of the house, Nick has already whipped it open, running to hug you first.
“Oh. My. God. That was a-maz-ing!” he exclaims, almost lifting you from the ground with his embrace. You giggle, another rush of blood flooding your cheeks as you relish in his compliments.
“Like girl, I know nothing about Greek mythology but I just know that that was exactly what Penelope felt all that time!” he continues, guiding you to the house. “So vulnerable and yet so strong. Unbelievable.”
Not knowing what to say except for thousands of thank you‘s, you just grin and sheepishly look away until you enter the house, looking for Matt. But he isn‘t here, not even as you enter the living room. Chris is lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling on his phone. He looks up as you enter, and all you can see is his slightly tense expression.
“Matt‘s in his room,” he says, just a bit too quick for your taste. And then he adds, “Great performance, by the way. I really liked… everything about it.”
You chuckle slightly at his cluelessness. Muttering a quick, “Thanks,” you proceed down the hallway to Matt‘s room.
He doesn‘t react when you knock the first time, so you do it again, even fiercer.
“Matt,” you say before you open the door and enter the room. He‘s lying in the dark on his bed, staring at his phone screen. He doesn‘t even look up.
Not that you expected him to shower you with compliments—well, you kind of did, but was that so wrong of you?—but at least something would‘ve been nice. Instead, he just keeps ignoring you. You cross your arms in front of your chest, the hurt obvious in your eyes. But he can‘t see it because his back is turned to you.
“Matt,” you say again. The air in the room is thick, but not because it smells bad. It just feels bad.
The adrenaline after the show has disappeared by now, leaving you completely drained. If you could just have this one thing—have one performance to be happy about. But no. Your boyfriend won‘t even congratulate you.
Tears dwell up in your eyes and you don‘t even try to suppress them. Everything was so much half an hour ago, and now it‘s nothing, worth absolutely nothing. The euphoria before and after the performance has dissolved, and you miss it already.
You know this feeling and hate it so, so much. Every time you get time to think after a play, everything feels like shit. You feel weak. Empty. And Matt is ignoring you. People have often wondered why you still have so much energy after acting for two hours. This is the reason: if you let go of the energy, it will absolutely wreck you.
A strained sob finally escapes your lips. Matt tenses up immediately, and he turns around to face you in the darkness of his room.
“Baby?” he whispers. “Are you crying?”
A thousand and one answers lie on your tongue, but you have the energy for none of them. Instead, another weak sob claws its way out of your chest.
Matt bites his lower lip, obviously hesitant about what to do.
“Why did you… why are you ignoring me?” you ask, feeling pathetic for the tears and sobs and choked-out words. But you don’t care to pull yourself together.
“C‘mere,” he mutters, patting the bed beside him. He‘s avoiding the question, but you don’t care. The exhaustion in your movements is obvious as you flop down next to him.
The silence is thick, despite your occasional laboured breaths and sniffles while Matt awkwardly keeps his arm around your shoulder. Eventually, when you have calmed down enough for his measures, he clears his throat.
“You didn‘t tell me.” Your heart drops.
“Tell you what?” you ask and immediately regret it.
“About… him.”
“Oliver,” you say, and he nods. “I didn‘t think there was anything to tell.”
He pulls his arm back, and you know that if there were light in the room right now, you‘d see his hurt expression.
“What do you mean, there wasn’t anything to tell? You made out with him in front of hundreds of people!” he exclaims.
“I didn‘t mean it obviously,” you try to reason. “It‘s my job, remember?”
“I know, but that doesn’t make it better.” The bitterness in his tone, the way you already know he won‘t give in, makes you grind your teeth.
“You apparently don‘t know, if you‘re behaving like this now,” you snap, scooting away from him slightly.
You just spent the entire day with last-minute rehearsals and the final play. You‘ve been up since six in the morning, working hard for it all to be perfect, for it all to work out, and all he can think about is a moment that lasted less than three seconds? Your exhaustion is gone again, blasted away by another wave of adrenaline which your body apparently can‘t get enough of.
“I can‘t help it,” he mutters, “I don‘t want to see you like that.”
“Like what?” you demand. “Doing what I love? Making it my job? Properly fulfilling my dreams?”
“That‘s not what I meant-”
“But it‘s obviously the only thing you can remember.”
“Can you stop?” he groans, running a hand over his face. “I‘m just saying, you could‘ve warned me at least. I wasn‘t expecting… that.”
You sigh, laying back on the bed. “I‘m sorry, okay? I just wanted to keep the entire thing a secret because you didn‘t know the Odyssey. I didn’t think it‘d be that big of a deal.”
He stays silent for a second, staring at his hands. “But it is,” he finally mutters. “Next time you kiss a guy, I want you to tell me.”
“Alright, fine,” you mutter, looking up at him. But the hurt and disappointment don‘t recede. “Next time I have a play, I‘ll just tell you everything about it so you can‘t complain.”
“Don‘t say that,” he says sternly. “The play was great, I just…”
“You just can’t remember any of it because you got fixated on one single moment.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Putting words in my mouth.”
“But I‘m not, am I? I‘m just reading between the lines,” you scoff.
“You‘re making me sound like an asshole who can‘t appreciate…” Your eyes snap up to meet his, and his voice slowly trails off.
“Yeah? Tell me more about this asshole I‘m making you be that‘s definitely not you.” Your voice is sarcastic and relentless.
“Fuck, I didn‘t mean it like that.”
You look at him. One eyebrow arched, arms crossed, and not going to let go of it soon.
“I‘m just jealous,“ he mutters, avoiding your gaze. “No one should get to see you like that, much less be the one to kiss you.“
Your gaze softens, but you keep looking at him. “I know. But it meant nothing. It was just for a job, and you should know that. You need to trust me.“
“I do,“ he says without hesitation. “I just don’t trust him.”
His voice is bitter again, and his eyes are focused on his hands, the fingers on his right hand twisting his ring around. You lay a hand over his, stopping the anxious movement.
“He’s an idiot,” you say firmly, “I’d never voluntarily spend time with him. But he’s a good actor, and we work well together. I promise you that all there’s ever going to be between us is respect for the others’ acting.”
The conviction in your tone seems to calm him, but he’s still not looking at you.
“God,” he eventually whispers, “I’m such a dick. I ruined your evening, didn’t I?”
“No, you…” you quickly reply, but then you hesitate. “Well…”
“You should be out celebrating with your friends because you did great at your performance, but you’re here, making sure I don’t feel bad about it, that’s not fair…”
“I’m not gonna argue against that,” you mutter, “but I get it. I should’ve told you.”
“You wanna go out?” he offers, but you shake your head.
“Next time. ‘m too tired now.” Sighing, you lean against him. He immediately stretches his arm out and lays it around your shoulders, pulling you closer again and leaning back until you’re lying in bed next to him.
“I know that I didn’t make it clear enough, but I loved it. You’re such an incredible-”
“Matt,” you interrupt him. “Not now.” Not after he refused to think about anything but the scene with the kiss.
“Okay,” Matt whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll come watch again tomorrow, and then I’ll say all the beautiful things you deserve.”
You can’t help but let out a small giggle. “It’s sold out,” you say, shaking your head. “But…”
“But?”
“I could get you in from the back, so you’ll meet Oliver as well,” you say. He visibly cringes at the thought, but then he seems to think about it.
“Maybe that’s a good idea,” he says hesitantly, pulling you flush against his chest.
A small smile is painted on your lips for the rest of the evening.
#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo angst#matt sturniolo fluff#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo fic#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo fandom#this was actually fun to write#most of it from real experiences#yes i play theatre#yes i get depressed after performances#yes i hate it#no i don‘t know if that‘s normal#also i love the aesthetic of this one#like the colours match so well#i‘m kinda proud for keeping up the blue aesthetics#i hate the ending tho#it's so rushed again#i bit off like five of my nails while writin this btw
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why not. why not post some of the dog eat dog concepts. look at my wolves
#sorry you have to see hare again. i plauyed around#those are a couple many weeks old. maybe months. so designs may have changed idk i havent had time or the right mood to draw them lately#still testing designs and visual styles and the likes. im struggling to discover a fitting way to draw those doggies that fits them#and also their stories. so dont look too hard at those thanks. tfhank you#i was gonna introduce the packs too but i got lazy i gotta have things properly drawn for that until then have this#note to others i am against the existence of wolfdogs molly is my way of ranting about why people need to stop making wolfdogs#doodle tag#<-. i think having a doodle tag will make me more confident 2 post these kind of things#dog eat dog tag#wolf#wolves#dogs#canids#and such#cobalt#hare#molly#duchess#kestrel#salmon#oxen
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This scene for Gale triggered for me in the funniest place possible
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 gale#gale bg3#bg3 tav#astarion bg3#shadowheart bg3#GHAUGH THE TAGS. TOO MANY. but alas.#kunst huli#aino bg3 oc#i wanted to fully color this at first but then i was like. wait. wait a moment.#i can make my life so much easier. i can live deliciously#but for real gale pls we COULD have at LEAST moved to the side#also formal apology for making posts long with my pic placement but it just looked the best in this way.....#and i CANNOT be assed to size my panels pre-upload so nothing is cut off weirdly. sorry#also i drew everyone but gale in their jammies bcs i cant be assed to draw armor. sorry again
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predisasters
#phighting#phighting art#subspace phighting#medkit phighting#art#subspace#medkit#predisaster tag#i think young subspace often gets way too overconfident and there's like a 50/50 chance it'll end weirdly well for him or very badly instea#medkit is the down to earth guy to keep him in check... maybe. if he feels like it#but more often than not he finds more amusement in seeing subspace eat shit. he thinks it's funny#though even when he does try subspace is too stubborn to listen to him. so medkit just leaves him to his luck. they're both terrible#i didn't mean to write so much in the tags sorry i have so many thoughts on them. i'm normal#also i made the 3d model in the top right on the first image i'll post renders soon hehe
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some KoD/Spirealm sketches
#the spirealm#kaleidoscope of death#致命游戏#死亡万花筒#lin qiushi#ruan nanzhu#ruan baijie#nanqiu#danmei tag#bl tag#userpharawee#I'm still slowly watching my way through the show after finishing the novel a while ago#I do enjoy them both so I wanted to idk mush them together a bit ig#mostly I just wanted to draw ruan baijie lol can you blame me#ALSO. sorry about the obnoxious watermark ... there was one incident too many recently and idk man#I've been thinking about making it more obvious where to find my art#for when it inevitably gets reposted somewhere#but I hate the way this looks so I'll ... keep experimenting I guess#ugh.#art thieves. the bane of my online existence honestly
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[reupload] copycat
#SORRY FOR THE REUPLOAD. I FORGOT THE CHROMATIC EFFECT. its fixed now. ^_^ rb as you please.#gonna put the og posts tags at the very end!#animator vs animation#alan becker#green ava#<- in a way.#green screen ava#greenscreen ava#||#kitkat chitchat#doodles.png#okay heres the og tags. just a ramble about my design#::#fun fact; aspects of greenscreens clothes are taken from my designs for the rest of the cg!#the pants are from red. skirt from yellow. tanktop from blue. and drawing glove from orange!#i was also gonna add green and reds friendship bracelets but i felt itd clutter the design with Too Many Colors . as if it already isnt lol#also the actual colors for the clothes are Slightly different.. i put a few overlays on this for color cohesiveness so if anything looks#wonky then that is why..... if i ever do something with flat colors then ill make sure the actual clothes colors look nice for you all :3#anyways. the influencer arc is going great so far huh!
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hes so iconic to me :3
#redraw of a jojo panel that originally started off as me redrawing something i did in 2022#i feel like ive improved alot since then~#sorry if i got the letters wrong :( bad brain#i love giving this guy like 5000000 piercings idk why but its my beastly urge everytime#also yes i did add more balls.what you gonna do about it#get balled idiot (?)#risotto nero#jjba risotto#jojo risotto#la squadra#jjba fanart#jjba#jjba part 5#jojo#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo fanart#jojo part 5#guys theres way too many tags. you see this or you dont i guess#i aint doin allat im so tired brah#sheetzking#unculturedswine69#oh also my bad if it looks crusty i had to compress it AUGHH
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I-
hum.
#That 21 one questions meme#I don’t know if I should feel sorry yet.#Maybe there are several reasons why the people tried to discourage me to play this-#Have I ruined the thing for you ?#If so ; I’m moderately sorry ; also it’s never too late to unfollow -you know that right ?#I have forgotten many many things. But a few - probably meaningless or barely relevant - things seem a little clearer to me.#I hope this year will go ok. I don’t want to completely lose my mind. That’s my single wish right now.#these tags make less and less sense.#Don’t you find it easier to organise ur thoughts this way tho ? Little entries of words.#disco elysium#I need to say; I’m only day2 but if something ANYTHING happens to Kim ..#I’ll gun everyone down in this hellhole
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Your Favourite Author's Favourite Fic
in no way is this me sneakily trying to get fic recs out of people, but here's my new tag game!
Rules! When tagged, reblog with the fic you've written that you love the most
Not the fic with the most kudos, or the most comments, or the most hits, but the fic that you're the most proud of. I'm talking about the story that kept you up at night, the one that you still think about, the one that you wish more people would read
So, it's time to show off! I strongly encourage - in fact, I demand - that you give yourself some compliments, a well-deserved pat on the back, and tell us all the reasons why it's your favourite!
Then tag five people and make them go through it, too 🥰🩷
I'll tag @wolfjackle, @tourettesdog, @gilbirda, @die-erlkonigin6083, and @thewritingowl to get us started, please and thank you!!
#tag game#fic game#fanfic#ao3#fic recs#look. i've had a summer where i've not been able to catch up on anything#so this is my not so sneaky way of asking for your best reads lmao#also!!!! the fic that pops off is not necessarily the one that you think is the best!#a lot of what gets popular on ao3 is pure luck (like anything!)#and what you like the most might not be what's popular#and i would really love to give the chance for authors to showcase a fic they're proud of but might not get the most likes#or w/e idk - again i just want to read things 🤣#please link something 🙏#also there's so many people i could have tagged up there#i decided on 5 so it would make it easier for other people to tag but like....#honestly might go back or reblog another chain of this with some more people 😅#there are so many authors i love in this fandom ARHGHG you're all so talented!!!#i am incensed!! i want to tag more people!!!!#i'm coming for you fic authors#i'm gonna get ya with me tag games#anyway i'm gonna go to bed my tags are getting too rambly i am sorry#have fun!!!! thank you for playing!!!!
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On Repeat
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Whew,,, I finally finished these! Thank you @elderwisp / @elksun / @living-undead / @dejasenti99 AND @yukikocloud FOR THE TAGS!!!! Holy wow :0
Tagging :
@circusjuney / @butteredfrogs / @mmonetsims / @flovoid
@birdietrait / @venriliz / @retrotrait / @mattodore
plus anyone else who wants to do this! Also feel free to ignore esp if you've alr done this, idk who has and hasn't im sorry 😭😭
// Extras under the cut - below is very long, so open w/ caution if you don't wanna scroll a lot 😭
This has taken the piss outta me (albeit fun), so i'm kinda just gonna explain how I think the featured line in particular is akin to the OC/Ship and not the entire song... as much as I'd love to 😭 Also it's just SUPER hard (for me) to find songs that I relate to my OCs, lyrics as well so skdjhnsjk
Roo's Song Oil & Water by Origami Button "When did I become like the ones I never thought I'd welcome in my home"
The above line in particular is quite literally Roo in the current story/character arc- He's looking at himself from a third person view and going "Oh. I am what I hate." He's looking at his old self, in college, and how he treated Leo, to now, looking at his present self and seeing the way he creeps on Leo, how he clings to him despite being several states over. Roo looks at the progression of his stalker-ish behavior, his obsession, how it went from just general clinginess that Leo could bear, to something completely unbearable after 7 years of no contact, it saddens him. So taking it quite literally, if he was at his own door and he knew how awful he was, he would slam the door on himself. A painful self reflection for him :')
Leo's Song Truth or Dare by Ricky Montgomery "Hiding in the closet, trying not to vomit, didn't even want it"
The entire first verse for this song can be applicable to Leo. As a teenager (15-16), Leo went HEAVY on drugs as a form of escapism from his parents, of course they'd always find him and get on his ass HARD for doing that shit. After a while of being sober, Leo started going to house parties, great idea- Flash forward to his third house party, and he finally cut his year long sober streak for drugs. as many as he could fit in his body. He had terrible influences around him so they encouraged him to do this shit, it didn't take long for his body to feel the god awful effects of taking so many drugs, so he ended up in the bathroom for a while- He tried to hold back the vomit because he was,,, partially enjoying his high, but he couldn't hold it back for long and ended up passing out, but not before nearly gutting himself from vomiting so much. Cut forward in time, and people got worried, bashed open the bathroom door and found Leo's unconscious body slumped over the toilet 🙃 Obv he came out fine, but it's a major moment in his life, because looking back on it, he realizes that wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted attention, he wanted to be cool, he wanted to be rebellious, but he didn't want to (nearly) kill himself. The render isn't one-to-one with the situation, but the lyrics are accurate so :3
Onia's Song Bloodstream by Soccer Mommy Scene used in render "Now a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink and there's a pale girl staring through the mirror at me"
Overall, the song talks about how the artist (Soccer Mommy) has lost her childhood innocence and how she wants to go back to her childhood and putting Onia's Sheep in Wolf's clothing motif aside, Onia misses being a child, and misses not knowing the pain and burden of being the complete opposite of what her parents wanted, so she spirals over this a lot, and like the lyrics say, "a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink," She tends to lean towards harming herself, in this case, her hands, and her knuckles- I can't draw or simulate blood in either blender or GIMP, so the red light is supposed to simulate the blood-sodden sink that she's standing over, and of course, "pale girl," is Onia, she's staring at herself, but additionally I like to think she's staring past the mirror, or staring through it (wink wink), she's spacing out and thinking about who she should've been, or who she could've been.
Hero's Song Following Eyes by Soccer Mommy "An awful feeling started creeping over me and what I saw was like no horror I had seen"
I'm keeping this short and sweet. It's not easy to find a song (that I like) that's about being haunted or cursed so. I had to re-use her song from her intro post, which isn't bad, but I did hope to find a new song kdsjhnsjk Anyways. Hero's cursed, pretty much anywhere she goes, she is forced to perceive ~the horrors~, sometimes she's forced into a blank space, a void (SOMETIMES,,, not a lot,,, rarely moreso), where she'll be tormented for who even knows how long, this moment in particular, she was walking along this catwalk in the dark, she eventually felt something that felt similar to someone dragging their fingers up your spine, in a moment of fear, she turned around and just. saw. She looked onto this,,, being, what she saw was "like no horror I had seen,,," Although to be fair, the creature isn't all that horrifying (which in my defense.. I'm a blender novice so </333)
The Hiraeth Song Nomu by Good Kid "Four eyes entwined draw four separate lines and none of them point to you"
I think this song overall is a perfect example of Roo and Leo's relationship both after Leo's confession and after Roo tried to reconnect with Leo. After Leo confessed, he tried to keep their relationship going, but it didn't work out, so he gave up (Roo didn't realize Leo was pulling such a weight and he just let their friendship fall out) After Roo tried to reconnect (aka the CURRENT storyline), Roo has been trying to keep things together and has been trying to make things work, but Leo has long-since given up on their friendship as a whole. Now in terms of the lyric above; Post-Confession, every conversation they had together would not be the same, they couldn't look each other in the eyes, their eyes would connect momentarily and separate almost immediately; Nowadays, if they WERE to be living together or near each other, they just would NOT be able to talk to each other, because Leo would be fed up with Roo and trying to avoid as much eye contact and general verbal+physical contact as possible with him. Roo, on the other hand, is just terrible with eye contact so he would have a terrible time trying to engage in eye contact with Leo.
The Ithanel / It's All Wrong Song From Eden by Hozier "Babe there's something broken about this but I might be hoping about this oh what a sin"
Ithuriel and Nanel's entire relationship is inherently toxic, they are not toxic to each other, but the underlying (or moreso, the OVERWHELMING OVERLYING) dangers of this relationship makes it toxic, broken in a way. Nanel risks her life going to see Ithuriel outside of work-related interactions and Ithuriel risks her life by just. seeing, talking to and loving Nanel. Whether they know (they do) or care (they dont) about these dangers, they still want this relationship, they live on, literal, prayers that they are not caught and that they can continue to love each other in peace, but overall, their relationship, in the eyes of the heavenly council (ehhh W.I.P term for IAW lore stuff), is a sin, and nothing but a sin.
Ithuriel's Song What You Mean by Rome Hero Foxes "Cause every little god damn thing you do makes me wanna get close to you"
The lyrics speak for themselves... Ithuriel is very dedicated to Nanel, and literally every waking moment of seeing and knowing Nanel drives Ithuriel up the walls because she loves her so much.
Nanel's Song Future Me Hates Me by The Beths "It's getting dangerous, I could get hurt, I know, I've counted up the cons, they far outweight the pros."
This is semi-foreshadowing, but Nanel knows that her and Ithuriel's relationship is forbidden, wrong (not cuz its gay necessarily,, 😭), and the way Ithuriel's heavenly role works means that their relationship status and every interaction outside of a required interaction is a risky game of one or both of them being punished and sentenced to death. But ! Nanel loves Ithuriel wayyyy too much to let how insanely dangerous their relationship is to get in the way of them loving and being with e/o.
Nirvana's Song 1999 by Beabadoobee "And I'm not wasting time again, closure instead of s^x, and I'm not wasting time again" Idk if I need to censor s^x but i am justttt in case...
Oof, Nirvana... Nirvana has always been sxually active, she's always had one-night-stands with other men, she's tried to continue things after that ONS, but it never works, she's tried to have relationships with women, but they just use her for s^x. She's tired of wasting time with people who just want her for her body, she's tired of s^x, she just wants, well, closure, she wants someone who will love her for her, she wants a relationship without s^x, or at least isn't s^x-focused, she just wants to know someone will love her past her body. Although aforementioned is all just a habit so she will unfortunately end up right back where she started and continue this uncomfortable and sad spiral.
#tw : substance abuse#tw : emetophobia#< Leo's section below the cut#Roo#Roo*#Hiraeth : Leo*#TheWolf:OniaD*#Sheep:OniaD#MYGENERATIONALCURSE : HeroLeBlanc*#HeroLB#[ It's All Wrong ] : Ithuriel*#[ It's All Wrong ] : Nanel*#[IAW]#Nirvana#Nirvana*#[ Hiraeth ]#blender render#ts4#ts4 render#ts4 simblr#sims 4#sims 4 simblr#sims 4 render#simblr#render#i promise there was more i wanted to write but this is so long already and im oh so eepy. my brain is rotting and-#-atp im gonna be on a writers. music. AND rendering burnout for the next 2 months 😭#sorry for all the tags ughfhfhhh i NEED to stop making so many separate tags sdjdjskdk#this is also a tag game but atp theres just. way too many tags. LMFAO#god if you're there. you're not gonna add an expand button to this post 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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SHARE YOUR HEADCANNONS ABOUT CHRISTINAAAAA 🫶🫶
First, I'm so sorry for the late answer months later 😭😭🙏 Please forgive me and second!! Actually I hadn't thought of many headcanons for her... yet... but she's one of my favorite characters so ofc I thought of some!! I might say silly ones or ones more about her personal life (and definitely not projecting some parts!) I love Christina Posabule 🙏♥️
Music wise I think Christina would like 60s music, rock, and/or synth-pop or idk genres are hard to actually get right nowadays. If it's specfic, "The Daughters of Eve" and Mitski would be part of her favorites fjjdbrbnd (then I think she'd like The Killers especially "When You Were Young" when she was in her teens :)) Speaking of Christina in her teens, she'd want to learn piano or some sort of instrument but her parents probably got annoyed by how much she played so she wouldn't have as many chances. She's definitely a bookworm or just loves reading and also writes in her freetime like little stories or poems. And when Block ended up staying with Orel's family, she was kind of the only one who missed him as her parents didn't really mind/express their emotions about it.
Andddd talking about her parents, they're both VERY controlling and kept watch on what she'd do, the polar opposite with Orel, which his parents didn't gaf where he was 💔💔 Especially Poppit, and I think with Christina's story it'd be a toxic mother-daughter relationship (mommy issues!) rather than her and her dad, and that Poppit rather likes taking charge but to be in "a woman's place" y'know sexism and even tells Art what to do but makes sure that he does what a "man has to." And she'd be veryyy persistent on Christina with how she presents herself and make sure that she was a nice church girl at all times. And Poppit would very much have breakdowns in front of her and vent to her about her own issues... yeah... And whenever Christina was getting yelled at or being told what to do the only thing she could do is not say anything back to not upset them. She was also grabbed a lot like by her wrists or something similar how they showed in the show. When she moved to Moralton, she was bummed out bc yeah she just moved to a new place where she knows no one. Then when she met Orel something about him intrigued her and she's like Oooh y'know what I like this place already... then BOOM! Having to move again :( Also I don't know if it's just me but she's probably homeschooled or she's just attending another school jfjfnntnf and about her past town she'd be doing so many shenanigans during the same time as Orel probably. Another silly thing she might be more confident than him like I think he'd be more shy when he got older fjjdjnfbfn
Also yes Christina was sadistic I had to say it bc... we remember Orel's masochist era... And same thing with her being emo/goth when Orel was and at least for a while when they were teens👍👍 It's canon bc I said so
About when she's an adult, once Orel and her got married and had their kids, she'd be really worried about repeating anything her own mother used to do to her (along with Orel who'd try to be the best dad to his kids and would ask Christina if he was doing a good job if he was too worried about becoming anything similar to Clay or just anything otherwise) and I'm not quite sure about if whether she kept contact with her parents but she probably would but obviously has a strained relationship with them along with Orel's parents... But she would give her own family all her love :D also she's definitely working in a type of job I forgot which one but something that helps people bc she's sweet like that <3 so yeah girlboss !!
I might've forgotten some things to mention or other things I had in mind for her but yeah!! Or it was badly/worded weird perdón. Thanks for reading 💕
#moral orel#moral orel fanart#christina posabule#my art#sorry if this isn't very accurate in case#I love christina posabule#I also decided to draw her as a teen last minute to combine it#I would write more but it needs more thought bc I focused on Orel way too long 😭😭#and I personally think Poppit would put a fake personality that she's super nice#but immediately judges everyone right afterward when they're out of earshot#and Christina would have to bear it through#no I don't have parent issues wdym???#also I wrote A LOT about Orel & Christina headcanons but I'm saving that for a separate post#focusing on them bc I love them <3#orel puppington#???#does he count as a doodle#I keep staying up until 4-5 AM someone save me#ask#hola supongo que leiste todas las etiquetas 👋#“la niña fresa fr” mis letras no se ven bien#used Marn's brush once again 🙏#didn't mean for so many tags whoops
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Quick ugly doodle of cassidy contemplating her sexuality at some dump somewhere
#fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#rose of sharon cassidy#fallout cass#veronica santangelo#yeah sure ill tag her too#art'd#LISTEN. IF I DONT TALK ABOUT MY CASS/VERONICA IDEA I WILL EXOLODE#basically they meet thru stim and like veronicas interested but gives up the idea pretty quick cuz cass is “straight”#and cassidys like omg finally a woman around here LETS HANG OUT GIRL BEST FRIENDDD and veronica goes along with it#but after cass tries to get her to oogle at dudes with her one too many times as a bonding activity veronicas like#cass im so sorry i cant do this im gay and cass is like (brain fart) um font worry im a hashtag ALLY.#and then she mentions she also sleeps with women and veronicas like ????? that does not sound straight to me#cue cass being like pshhh whatever and then having a multi long sexuality crisis#and also becoming obsessed with veronica in a very gay way for some reason#sorry my demons took hold of me#i love dumbass bisexual cassidy you guys dont get it......or do you (eyebrow raise)
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i want to delete my twitter account so fucking bad
#i grew my following off of anime stuff and now i'm into completely different stuff and i feel like posting about it -#will alienate my audience way too much#(if you wanna know - these days i hardly even watch one anime a year)#i wanna post about the fuckin saw movies and postal and weird video games and metalocalypse and music i like#and i want to post about my ocs without it feeling like i'm speaking gibberish to a crowd#but none of my followrs GIVE A FUCK#also i find it impossible to make friends on twt 😭😭😭😭 i have like 5 mutuals i'd consider friends#but alas i have too many industry pro followrs to just deactivate#and 40k followers is invaluable as someone whose only form of income rn is comms#tumblr has similar problems but at least i can talk about my ocs properly cuz of tagging#i don't like how monetized my account has become it feels so fucking disingenuous#it's just retweet retweet retweet post art retweet retweet#if twitter went under it'd be a blessing in disguise for me#oh well. suffering from success i guess#maybe one day i'll move accounts and KILL STARRYSHARKS ONCE AND FOR ALL#this is all 13 yr old me's fault#sorry for ranting/venting ig??? on main lol
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i Do Not Trust people who make Mary the bad guy in their stories when the show went out of its way to specifically show us how she was suffering just as much as stede was in their marriage and that shes, yknow, a good person
#mary is specifically framed in a sympathetic light in all of her appearances. the show switches to following her narrative so we can see#how much better her new life is for her too!!! like yes she tries to kill stede but we are shown in the narrative WHY she makes that choice#and that she struggles with it and we see stede understanding this too! he supports her decisions and her new life and is happy for her!!!#at no point are we shown anything that makes mary a bad person or bad mother- honestly i generally like mary far more than stede anyway#but even if you dont you should be able to acknowledge... that if u make her the bad guy??? w. what did you take away from the show??#idk it has the vibes of. the girl character all the fans hate because she gets in the way of their precious little gay ship#or whatever. you know what i mean#ofmd#our flag means death#mary bonnet#mary allamby bonnet#everyone whos a mary hater is also an izzy hater bc theyre coded the same character type. betrayed wives my beloved#(this is a joke.)#uh. this might be one to add in the tags on again sorry gang i have too many thoughts
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Ok for some reason my brain is hyper focusing on Johnlock again like I won't regret it 2-3 business days from now when I come out of it with 5 new open AO3 tabs (out of my already 156 open AO3 tabs not counting other unfinished/unread fic/fic I've not caught up on, full disclosure) for fic that I probably won't finish reading and/or while being unable to find the. Very Specific. fic I want to read and just having like an open half-filtered tab... But Anyway.
Here's a Very Rare Johnlock Post from me lol
Imagine after all the seasons are over and Johnlock are old and have finally talked about their feelings and properly, actually, gotten officially together
(and subsequently gotten married in like 2 months cause Sherlock filled out the paperwork while John was not actually at home and then actually having a discussion about it when John finds out it happened cause Sherlock casually mentions it and actually agrees after Sherlock mentions (read: steamrolls over him, anxiously) them practically already being married by common law and just officialising it for the tax benefits... they only have a proper wedding, maybe on their/an anniversary when Mrs Hudson finds out probably 6 months later or sth and complains,, but I've gone on a tangent again)
Anyway Rosie is a teenager, with after-school activities and a phone.
I'm just imagining Sherlock dragging John out on a murder case (read: date) and deciding to feed him midway through (like always, tbh,, sth sth that post about feeding the depressed man that tends to forget to eat but I digress)
So Rosie gets a text and a voicemail from the two of them (cause Sherlock prefers to text and tell me John is not the sort to leave voicemails, like he would have put it on the voicemail machine if they had one he's so old man sometimes)
And it goes something like:
[Text from Papa]
Ragù Bolognese, Angelo's, 7pm. Hugs. -SH
[Voicemail from Dad]
"Hi honey, it's Dad.
Sorry we won't be able to make it to dinner with you, your father's got a case and you know how he gets...
Anyway, Mrs Hudson is going out tonight remember, so your Papa is booking the usual table at Angelo's for you... You still like the Spaghetti Bolognese right?
Don't worry about us, we'll eat before we get home. And the reservation is at 7, so don't be late. This will probably take a while so don't wait up either and go straight to bed young lady, you hear me?
Anyway I've got to go, loveyoubye."
Anyway I think it would be very cute, like they love and care about her, even if they're old men who laugh at crime scenes and whose ideal date is trying to catch a murderer together, and they show it by taking a moment to make sure she's fed with her favorite food even when they're busy solving crime, so yeah.
#i know sherlock is not the type to message “hugs” and stuff that often but i feel like he would do it for Rosie#cause he's enamored like look at the way he looked at hee in the show#that's his baby#and john somehow manages to be the worried mother and the stern father in one conversation#he has a lot of practice tbf#i think i used anyway too much sorry#i also kept going on tangents i might need an adhd diagnosis my brain is so scattered sometimes but i think it's also hereditary#ANYWAY I'M OVER SHARING#shut up wonder omg they don't need to know everything lol#anyway (sorry so many anyways) i hope you liked this. it will probably never happen again#I'll stop writing random tags now#johnlock#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#john watson#bbc john watson#bbc johnlock#rosie watson#post season 3#teenage rosie watson#Angelo's mentioned#texts#voicemail#gave up on formatting btw
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