#and i'll likely update later on if i find more or others message with additions

[olderthannetfic]

This NaNoWriMo stuff with AI is largely unsurprising to me. I don't know how many people have gone beyond reading the viral clipped out bit about classism and ableism, but there was a follow up statement on that, in which they claim to take a very neutral stance. That their initial intent was apparently trying to curtail harassment of those who are using AI and they at least apologized for their confusing and unthoughtful wording of their original statement. Which seems legitimate enough to me. I'm sure they are sorry, considering the swift and unforgiving backlash they received. What I find kind of bizarre about this whole thing is, like, if you are running an event surrounding writing and making guidelines for what is and isn't okay in general-- then wouldn't it be a perfectly reasonable addition, to set out some level of encouraged practices for how one should or shouldn't use AI for during said event. Guidelines that are encouraged, that follow what everyone believes to be the spirit of the event (sitting down and actually writing a little every day for a month) would seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, to me. Like, am I off base here? With the rise in AI this seems like the natural progression. Even if only in spirit, not allowing generated works specifically seems like it would be a completely understandable guideline that keeps the event fair to those trying to do it the way it's meant to be done. And if you wanted to be neutral about it, it could be presented alongside a more lax policy around using AI to say, generate a plot bunny when experiencing writers block or create names for places/characters. People have been using tools like that for ages so there's precedent to allow "thoughtful" use of AI for these purposes. Anything at all, even if it can't be completely enforced, seems like it would have been better. The random endorsement of AI for people in certain circumstances from their follow up statement, and how it can be life changing, if one were to take their meaning in the most charitable way possible, does not feel like it's on topic here. Like, all this effort to be "neutral" on their part is not really coming across that way it's all just so damn clumsy. I try to always assume positive intent, not attributing to maliciousness (such as capital gain at the expense of creatives, which is one of the major problems with AI generated work) what can be better explained by ignorance, but even taking all that they've said in such a fashion, it largely feels like they didn't want people arguing about AI but also didn't want to have to make rules around AI that they would then have to, even if only in spirit, enforce. I can sort of understand that, considering it would be (most likely) impossible for them to differentiate between generated work and stuff that was written by a person. But again. They could have just said that it wouldn't be possible for them to police AI usage, blah blah blah, honor system (which again is already part of how NaNo works-- an honor system) but that targeted harassment campaigns of individuals for any reason would not be allowed within these spaces, up to and including suspected use of AI. Like there were so many different ways this could have been approached to accomplish what their stated goal was. Without??? Accidentally taking a very strange and not well thought out direct stance on AI that they later had to halfway walk back and apologize for. I don't think NaNoWriMo ever intended the message to be "We allow AI generated works now" (unless there's something I missed) -- That's not explicitly something they said, but rather the at large and reactionary interpretation of it. Now, I just have to wonder, what the hell happened to their September update post from last week, that was apparently addressing other issues. One thing I'll say for this whole mess, is it's at least amusing to watch the absurdity of their slow motion collapse hitting the speedrun stage toward total implosion. The org has had major internal problems for years now.

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Honestly, I think the reaction is at least as much about longstanding issues with the organization as about people's fears of AI. Poorly thought out corporate idiocy feels in-character.

[sugarcubed-b0ts]

Bulletin: 9/30/2023: Bot Updates and New Bots for October!

Hello sweeties!

I want to thank everyone for the support on my bots the last few months. I found myself getting into the ai chat bots as a coping mechanism and I wanted to share that relaxing feeling with those who need these interactions!

With Spooky Month approaching, I'll be continuing developing characters from games like Danganronpa. Keep in mind I'm more than willing to take bot requests and will be prioritizing them before the bots I want to create, but I cannot guarantee I will get yours done quickly, as I work part time and am still in the middle of finding a stable job. I'd personally like to do bots from Fanganronpa games, Like Danganronpa Another, Re:Birth and Eden's Garden, or even other games like Your Turn to Die, FnaF, Rain:code, or Process of Elimination. Heck, even tamer games like Pokemon will be considered. If you have suggestions, please drop me a message in the inbox.

The first chatbot to roll out, Rantaro Amani, will be released later tonight. Rantaro will be slightly different from the rest of the bots, as I've incorporated some additional details to try to make him as close as possible to Rantaros character'. If this works out, I will be updating all the bots similarly.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or requests, drop me a message! Thank you guys again!

Love you my sweeties!

Sugar

[pocrpc-archived]

anonymous asked: Do you guys know any good afro-latina faceclaims, per chance?

Hi anon!

Since you didn’t include any ther specifics as to what you’re looking for in an fc, I tried to pick a good diverse list

Jeimy Osorio (actress, 28. Puerto Rican)

Sessilee Lopez (model, 28. Dominican, Portuguese)

Kat DeLuna (singer, 29. Dominican)

Sabi (singer/songwriter/dancer/actress, 29. Salvadoran/black)

Syesha Mercado (singer/songwriter/actress/model, 30. Black, Puerto Rican)

Tessa Thompson (actress/musician, 33. Panamenian/Mexican/European)

Dascha Polanco (actress, 34. Dominican)

Yaya Dacosta (model/actress, 34. Brazilian and black)

Christina Milian (singer/songwriter/actress, 35. Cuban)

Dania Ramirez (actress, 37. Dominican)

La La Anthony (actress/tv personality, 38. Puerto Rican)

Rosario Dawson (actress/producer/writer, 38. Cuban/Puerto Rican)

Tatyana Ali (actress/singer/model, 38. Panamanian/Indo-Trinidadian)

Zoe Saldana (actress/dancer, 39. Dominican/Puerto Rican)

Selenis Leyva (actress, 45. Cuban, Dominican)

Gina Torres (actress/singer, 48. Cuban)

Judy Reyes (actress/producer, 49. Dominican)

Lauren Velez (actress, 52. Puerto Rican)

Lorraine Velez (actress/singer, 52. Puerto Rican)

Aymee Nuviola (acress/singer, age unknown/no source found. Cuban)

[aficwhore]

Truth Is (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Paper Weighted Problems

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!reader

Summary: After the night before, tensions between Fish and Chip arise. While tearing through the jungle and Lorea’s place, Frankie and the reader fight, leading to an amazing discovery.

Word count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity?, smut, sexual innuendos, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death/death itself, and talk of mental health(PTSD and depression).

A/N: Sorry for the late update, Life has its ups and downs! Today we had a bad storm so I sat in my basement and wrote this. I hope you like it<3

Regret. Frankie couldn't hide the emotion from me. It was as clear as day, I wondered if the boys had noticed it. 

“Well what’s for breakfast?” I broke the awkward silence, causing everyone but Frankie to break their gazes away from me, but exchanges looks between each other. I finally looked anywhere but in Frankie’s direction.

Tom cleared his throat, “Uh nothing special, we saw that you had some frozen waffles and just made those.” He tried to lighten the mood, it was obvious, everyone knew about last night. 

“Haha, yea, what grown woman buys Eggos?” Benny attempted to joke, causing Santi and Will to stifle a laugh. 

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile, thoughts of Frankie still clouding my mind. “For occasions just like this one! When five grown men have a slumber party in my living room.” I added, walking over to the counter and grabbing a plate full of waffles and dowsing them in syrup.

“Right, because that’s definitely what it was.” Tom chuckled, handing me a napkin.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure I saw Pope braiding Benny Boy’s hair.” I joked biting into a chunk of food.

Ben scoffed, “It gets in my eyes!” And everyone froze, staring at him in shock. After a second of complete silence, Frankie burst into laughter, sending the rest of us into a laughing fit, except Ben. He stood there blushing, trying to act like he didn’t reveal that he braids his hair.

Will began to cough, struggling to not choke on the mouthful of food while he snickered. Pope roughly patted him on the back as our giggles died down. 

“So, does that mean you sit in the mirror and braid your own hair?” Tom questioned with a smirk on his face, wanting to bother Benny more.

“You shut up.” He jokingly spits. Tom raises his hands as a sign of defeat and continues to finish the last bites of food on his plate.

“Anyways...Other than our ‘slumber party’ I know two people that had some fun last night.” Pope spoke up, causing mine and Fish’s eyes to open wide.

“Oh yea, how could we forget? ‘Oh FrAnKiE, Oh YeS! HaRdEr!’” Benny mimicked me while thrusting his hips for dramatic affect. I could feel heat rising to my face as the boys roared with giggles again. 

“Would you cut it out?” Frankie replied, wanting to avoid this talk entirely. 

Then Pope joined in, making fun of Frankie, “’FuCk, bAbY, I wOn’T LaSt LoNg!’” I sat there, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Normally this would be a joke, but with everything, this wasn’t a joking matter.

“I said enough!” Frankie shouted, “It shouldn’t have happened, okay?!” He expressed, shoving his chair back, getting up, and storming outside.

All the commotion died immediately. Pope and Benny opened their mouths to apologize when they turned to me, but were met with a blank stare.

Did he really mean that? After pursuing me? After trying so hard to make up, he goes and says ‘It shouldn’t have happened.’

Everyone remained quiet, continuing to stare at me in concern. After what felt like hours, Tom pushed his seat back and got up, hopefully headed to catch Frankie.

Once Tom had made it out the front door, I cleared my throat, "So, what time are we leaving?" I asked, trying to hide all the hurt and pain from my eyes.

The three remaining men all exchanged looks, "Here in 15." Santi spoke quietly, unsure of what exactly just happened.

"Sounds good!" I faked enthusiasm, stuffing my mouth with the last bite on my plate and getting up. I swiftly put my dishes in the sink and headed back to my room. I could hear the boys whispering to each other, trying to understand what the hell was going on with Frankie and I.

I closed my door behind me. I leaned against it, letting my head fall back with defeat and hit the door. Feeling my emotions topple over the brim, tears rushed to my eyes as I slid down the door and sank to the floor.

What the fuck was going on? Why was Frankie so upset with our actions. I thought finally we had made up, that he was once again MY Fish. Had he just used me last night? What changed his mind? Why was this happening all over again?

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that my sobs were now audible. I couldn't hold back the garbled gasps I let out. Tears stained my cheeks and began to soak my shirt.

Through the door I could hear the boys trying to get each other to come get me, because it was close for us to leave. Not wanting to deal with the water works anymore, I slapped my cheeks a few times, trying to smack the emotions out of my head. I wiped my tears off and quick got up to change my shirt.

After rummaging through my clothes, I found a similar shirt, threw it on and swung open the door, wanting to just head to the airport, and to get this over with.

Holding my head up high, I confidently walked back to the kitchen/living room to meet the boys. Only Benny and Will stood there waiting for me, finishing the dishes and putting them away.

"All set? I'm ready to get this over with and be rich." I attempted to joke, causing the brothers in front of me to awkwardly chuckle, their eyes full of worry.

Benny shook his head, acknowledging that I wanted to ignore the fiasco and to get on the road. He led the way out of the apartment after hanging up a dish towel and grabbing his wallet and keys off the counter.

I followed quickly behind him with Will right on my heels. When we made it to the cars, Frankie sat in the front passenger side of Santi's truck, Santi in the driver seat, and Tom between them.

"I'll drive," Will offered, making his way to his truck and getting in. Benny walked ahead of me, opened the door and waited for me to hop in, before getting in after.

No one spoke as we tailgated Santi's truck all the way to the airport. Will placed his hand on my thigh the whole time, as a way to console me. Benny had his arm around me, slightly pulling me into his side. With them, I felt much better, they were my best friends and knew exactly how to comfort me.

When we found a good parking space, we all hopped out, and grabbed our things from the bed of the trucks. It was still awkwardly silent between everyone.

As we checked into our flights and went through TSA, Benny tried to lighten the mood by saying he needed a snack, even though we had just ate. We all giggled when Will called him a 'garbage disposal.'

Sitting at our flight gate was almost unbearable, realizing this mission would be very difficult, now with the added tension.

When we boarded the plane, Will and Santi sat with me, of course I was in the middle. Tom, Benny, and Frankie sat in the seats next to us. During the first hour I attempted to read a book, but quickly got bored as I felt Pope fall asleep and rest his head against my shoulder. Will sat with his eyes closed and headphones in.

I glanced over Pope's sleeping frame to find the others. Benny was leaned forward, head down and snoring on the tray he had propped up. Tom was slouched in his chair, his head lulling back and forth with sleep consuming him. And Frankie, who was also reading, looked up and met my eyes.

I ignored the gaze he gave me and turned my attention back to my book. Moments later I felt my phone buzz with a text. I sat my book down and pulled out my phone, reading the message;

Fishie: "I'm sorry..."

I rolled my eyes, was he really apologizing for his blowout, over a text?

Locking my phone, I put it face down into my lap, leaving the message unanswered. I continued my page in my book, only getting past a few sentences before my phone vibrated again. I acted as if I didn't feel it and remained reading. Only for it to ping again.

Frustratedly, I opened my phone again, seeing two additional texts;

Fishie: "Really?"

Fishie: "I meant what I said. I am sorry, but last night... was a mistake."

Heat began to rise to my cheeks, I forcefully typed back;

Me: "Wow, you are unbelievable."

I heard him shuffle and type back quickly;

Fishie: "Because I apologized? It's true, I'm only helping us both here. Yea it was my fault, but I shouldn't have gone to your room."

Me: "You took advantage of my feelings. You acted like we can just ignore this, I can't help but feel you led me on."

Fishie: "Led you on?! How? WE both decided to sleep together, thats it. I didn't LEAD you to do anything."

Me: "You're a real fucking piece of work."

Fishie: "Oh really?"

Me: "Yea, fuck you."

Fishie: "God you are the most stubborn and hard headed person I've ever met. Can't you see that this was a damn mistake?"

Me: "Screw you, oh wait, I did, but look where that got me. I don't even know why you're trying to apologize, because somehow you keep shifting the blame to me."

As I hit send and shoved my phone between my legs and put my book away, I heard Frankie huff with anger. Awaiting a reply I closed my eyes and leaned against Will, using his arm as a pillow.

But for a while, nothing came, and I slowly began to drift into unconsciousness.

My sleep had been interrupted by the plane shaking and a loud thump. I opened my eyes abruptly, and slightly frightened. I faced Will, to glance out the window and found that we had finally landed in Colombia.

We all silently gathered our things and slowly made our departure from the plane and airport. Once we trudged through the doors, we made it into the humid climate, the wet air immediately dampening our skin and clothes.

"Damn, this is gonna be fun." Benny chirped as we all huddled into the jeep Santi had prepared for us. Santi hopped upfront, and so did Tom, leaving four of us to try and fit in the backseat.

"Pope, there six of us, there's no way we'll fit AND have room for the bags." I spoke up, watching as Will, Benny, and Frankie smushed into the seats together.

"I know, I promise I'm more prepared than that," he laughed. "We only have to ride like this for a few miles, then we're on foot, and they'll have cargo vans there." He explained, turning on the engine and motioning for me to somehow get in.

"You can sit on my lap, I'll hold you down during Pope's insane driving." Benny laughed from between Will and Fish. I climbed over Will, careful not to hurt him, and landed in Ben's lap when he yanked the arm I used to brace my weight.

I twisted in his lap to sit comfortably, hoping I'd fit and we could just hurry up and get this over with. Benny wrapped his arms around my waist as Santi sped off and made way to a long and bumpy road.

We hit quite a few bumps and potholes, causing me to shift and bounce in Benny's lap. I tried to lean forward and hang in-between the two front seats, to help alleviate the rough contact between us.

"Damn it Chip, quit wiggling." Benny grunted from behind me.

"I can't control that, Pope is hitting every possible bump on the road." I squeaked as we hit a particularly hard one. I landed back into his lap and felt something. "Ouch, what the hell is in your pocket."

Will snorted and faced the window to hide his face as Benny gulped loudly. "I-I can't help it, you keep moving!" I froze, wanting to still believe it was something in his pocket.

"C'mon man, can't you control yourself?" Frankie angrily spoke up.

I pulled my back from Benny and sat as far forward on his legs as I could, turning to look at Frankie. "What? How is it-" I countered, my voice dying in my throat.

"Fish, you know how it works, it's not like I'm doing this on purpose." Benny awkwardly explained.

Frankie huffed and shook his head. "Whatever." he muttered.

"Looks like someone is jealous." Santi quietly joked.

"I am not jealous! We-we are on a damn mission! That should be the last thing from anyones mind, we need to focus on not dying and getting the fucking money." Frankie snapped, filling the jeep with his booming voice.

All noise ceased, the only sound was the creaking of the car as we rolled off the main road into a trail. The tension was at an all time high, it was engulfing and in a way, suffocating.

After some time, we stopped, Santi throwing the car in park and quickly turning to us. "My informant said that the mansion should be vacant, but we only have about 15 minutes, so we get in and get out, with as much as we can carry, but we can't take too much time." We all nodded. "When I get the signal, we're coming in hot and getting right to it. Get out and suit up." He turned back around and hopped out.

We followed behind, pulling out our bags and pulling on our gear. Not much else was said, due to the shit that was about to go down, even though it would be empty, you never know what could happen.

"Alright, obviously with everything, we no longer fit, I'll ride the side." I spoke, waiting for Will to get in and shut the door.

"Me too, easier that way." Frankie offered, shutting his door after Benny jumped in.

Will shut his door and I placed my foot on the step bar, hauling myself up to grab the rack on top for support, hanging on tight as Frankie did the same. "All good?" Pope asked through the window.

"Game time bitches." I quirked, slapping my free hand on the top of the Jeep. As we waited for the signal, I took in my surroundings, lush, thick forest all the way around, If Pope doesn't know where to go, we'd definitely get lost.

As I admired the greenery, I turned to look over the roof of the car, meeting Frankie's eyes for what seemed like the millionth time since we've reunited.

He sheepishly looked away and down at the ground, his knuckles which wrapped around the frame of the rack, tightened and turned white.

A garbled and staticky noise came from the cab of the vehicle, causing Pope to slam the gear shift into drive and yell "Hold on tight!" He lurked the jeep forward, stepping up the speed.

I held on tighter, pulling my body as flush as I could to the side of the Jeep, to avoid hitting the branches and brush that littered the sides of the overgrown trial.

After a long blur of green, the forest broke into a path, leading to a small mansion. Just as fast as we drove, we stopped. I jumped off and quickly swung the door open for Will, stepping back and pulling my gun from my side.

Without any words, we all strategically filed into the house, making sure to take cover and search the premise, eliminating any threats. The first floor had been barren, as for people, though it was filled with expensive artwork and furniture.

Once we all searched and met at the staircase, Pope nodded at me, signaling for me to take the lead upstairs and sweep the area. I quickly glided up the stairs and took cover near the first door, getting ready to burst in the room and check. To my luck, when I leaped into the room, it was empty. I glanced behind the door, and walked further into the office, keeping my gun at attention.

I could hear the boys doing the same, in the last four rooms. I observed the room, a big desk sat in the middle, a fancy chair accompanied it, the walls were decorated with paintings and portraits. The was a door in the corner, which I strode over to, swinging it open, full force. An alarmed Fish sat on the other side, the door led to the next room. I quickly pointed my gun at the ground and rolled my eyes, turning to examine the room again.

"Clear!" I yelled, letting the team know our section was safe.

Frankie walked through the door and up to me, as I sifted through the desk. "Hey I just wanted to talk real quick."

"Really? Now is not the time, look for the money." I spat back at him. "Any luck?!" I yelled hoping someone found something.

A faint voice answered, "No! I swear, she said there was money here!" Pope echoed.

Getting antsy, I shoved the desk, causing it to fall over, Frankie stepped back, "Listen, I didn't mean to make things worse, okay? Trust me I wanted nothing more than to be with you again."

I paused my movements, holding a paperweight in my hand, "No Frankie, you've done enough, either you want me or don't." I spoke harshly.

"Damn it Chip, just listen!" He raised his voice.

"No! I'm not doing this again, get your shit together and fucking look for something!" I yelled, bending down to put the weight down. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Fuck you!" I yanked away, causing the paper weight to leave my hand and barrel into the wall.

The wall cracked, a hole forming as the weight bounced off and fell to the ground. "Look at what you did!" Frankie gasped with frustration.

I whipped around, walking to the wall, grabbing the paperweight. As I stood, I stopped halfway up when I was met with the hole. But it wasn't just an empty wall or beam behind it. There were plastic packages sticking out, which is very unusual for houses. Frankie began to murmur again.

"Shh! Shut Up!" I shushed him, reaching into the hole and tugging at the bag.

"You never let me talk-" Frankie continued.

"Frankie shut the fuck up! Look!" I screamed when the bag came out of the wall and into my hands. I Twisted on my heel and showed him the bag, which contained a huge stack of One-hundred dollar bills.

"Holy Fuck." Frankie gulped, making eye contact with me.

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*if your user has a strike through, it wouldn’t let me tag you*

[movieguy50]

Hey everyone,

Well I don't know if anybody can tell by the title of this blog entry which is new additions but my life is starting to turn around finally. I started talking to somebody new about what's it's been close to a month now. Actually how we met was actually kind of interesting I do some blogging for quora I don't know if any of y'all have been on there and she sent me a message and Quora is not the kind of site that you know you really want to go find people to date and so that it's just not the type of place I mean it's not a bad place it's just not a place where you would actually meet people at but she sent me a message and I sent one back and you know we kind of do this for about maybe a week week and a half and then we start talking to each other a little bit more and so now fast forward about 2 weeks later we exchanged numbers and we talked to each other all the time. She's 20 years younger than I am approximately she has her own business already she's very mature but if anybody says anything about the age difference it's just know that if anyone who knows me knows that I don't give a shit about age or looks I go by within a person's heart but she's very very sweet and we are planning on meeting at some point in time I'm hoping during the holidays but I'm not sure so that's one of my new additions.

The second actually the second and third if you really think about it it's actually already part of my life already she's my stepdaughter and come November 13th she will be officially my adopted daughter and I have already filed the paperwork to adopt her and today we have a birthday party for my granddaughter her first birthday which would be this Wednesday on the 27th the attorneys actually going to make a surprise visit with some paperwork that we have to sign before the court hearing which is going to be November the 17th and my daughter knows nothing about it she just knows that she knows about the adoption but she thinks it's going to happen around Christmas time because the original time we all thought you know get a court date and everything to get it all legalized and final well about a week ago I got a call from the attorney and she told me that it had been moved up to November 17th so at the party today I'm going to tell her in front of everybody in the attorney's going to be there she does not know any of this and I am so looking forward to seeing the look on her face once again when she finds out. I for once I'm actually happy and this is what she is wanted for a long time from me and now I finally able to give it to her and I can only just hope that this is just a sign of many good things to come but it will be an emotional day for sure so with that I got to get ready for the party the attorney's already texting me she's left her office and I got my ride coming to get me here at about 11:30 a.m. and hopefully in the next couple days I'll send out a special update to this story and I'll let you know how everything went so y'all have a good day I will be back on here I'm always on here off and on anyway but I don't always have the time to update my blog like I want to so in the meantime take care of yourself take care of each other keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the Stars

[little-crow-corvere]

Updated Moodboard Guidelines

Hi guys! As you know already I started making moodboards a while ago and so I've decided to update my guidelines. Here is a compilation of all the types of moodboards that I make as well as the answers to some general questions you guys might have, instructions, etc.

If you want to send me a request, make sure to give this a glance and feel free to skip to the parts that apply to you

I've also included sample moodboards for the types down below so you can see my previous works :) If a sample is not included it means that I haven't done that type yet but am willing to do so. I shall include them as and when I get requests.

Also note that this is a leisure activity for me, so if I am stressed about it or not comfortable, I will close the requests or tell you that I'm unable to complete a request for whatever reason

Types

1. Personal aesthetic

Tell me your appearance, personality, Hogwarts house, interests/hobbies, nationality, star sign, likes/dislikes, sexuality, gender and any themes you want and I'll make you a moodboard based on those descriptions

(A moodboard based on myself)

2. Fictional character/friendship/relationship aesthetic

Provided I am familiar and comfortable with the character/ship, I can make a moodboard on the character of your choice. Again, if you want anything specific then make sure you mention it clearly :)

(Annabeth Chase moodboard)

3. Friendship or relationship moodboard

Make sure to describe all the people clearly and mention any themes/dynamics you want me to include<3

*same guidelines as the personal moodboard

(Jock x Femme friendship moodboard)

4. OC aesthetic

This one is probably more tricky than the rest, but shouldn't be a problem as long as you provide a vivid description of your character and again, make sure to tell me if you want specific themes

(OC aesthetic for @masterofpretending -character belongs to her, moodboard made by yours truly)

5. Colour moodboard

This one is entirely up to my interpretation: send me a colour and I'll make a moodboard based on how I perceive it :)

(Yellow moodboard)

6. Themed moodboard

If you want a moodboard based on a particular theme, here's the place for it.

(Thunderstorms and purple aesthetic)

7. Song aesthetic

Drop me a song for me to make a moodboard on and it'll be my own interpretation of it combined with the vibes I get from it💜

(Olivia by One Direction aesthetic)

8. Name aesthetic

Tell me your name and I'll make a moodboard on the vibes I get from it and the associations I have with it

Additional notes

Haven't done one of these either so maybe I'll edit this later if I get a request :)

Send me your request via ask preferably, DM's are okay too but it's a lot easier for me to keep track of all my requests in my inbox

I may close requests periodically depending on the number of requests I have in my inbox or my availability. I will mention it in my bio so you know when they're open/closed

It may take up to 7 days for me to complete a request, again depending on the pressure/availability. Do not send me another ask asking for your moodboard before at least 7 days are up, chances are I'm working on older requests or I'm occupied with something else. After that time period feel free to ask again, in case tumblr ate the ask or I've deleted it by accident

If I'm unable to make a moodboard for whatever reason I will let you know as soon as possible

There's no limit as such for the number of requests you can make, but please consider that this is a leisure activity and being pressured with a lot of requests defeats the purpose of it.

Also note that if I have already made you a moodboard and you request another one, I will push yours to the end of the line and have a preference for the others. I will do it eventually, but at my own pace

If you cannot find a moodboard, make sure you check the link in my bio which leads you to all the aesthetics I've made, or you can ask me and I will repost it

Feel free to use my moodboards as you wish(header, background, it's okay to rb, but not repost w/o credit). If you use do use them, don't forget to credit me in your bio :)

Lastly, if you have any other questions feel free to drop me an ask or a message and i will answer it then best I can, and add it to this list :)