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[muirneach]

weaponized autism

[film-in-my-soul]

Dirty Words | 10,207 | morningberries / @morningberriesao3

Summary: Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.

Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes | 10,780 | AidaRonan / @aidaronan

Summary: When Steve finds the flyer for Bayou Bobby's midnight swamp tours, he's excited to finally get the opportunity to do something interesting on his work trip to New Orleans. Until he finds out he's human bait for something that lives in the swamp. Something with claws and scales and eyes that glow red in the moonlight.

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta be my friend) | 10,909 | hopewithfeathers

Summary: Eddie is so unused to being this fucking messed up over one specific person, and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The fact that it’s Steve fucking Harrington doesn��t make it any better, and even though Eddie knows him now and he’s a good guy (the best guy, actually), it doesn’t help that Steve is probably, one hundred percent not interested.

Bad Timing | 11,071 | Anonymous

Summary: Steve's just trying to keep them all alive. He's stuck in the Upside Down, he's been attacked by flying demon bats and this is turning out to be a really terrible week. He's ignoring the aching in his body and the fever he seems to be developing because getting out of the hell dimension really seems like a more pressing matter. Except it's not just his injuries he's been ignoring. The stress has brought his heat on months early and being surrounded by Eddie Munson's scent is not making things better. Thanks to everything else going on, he doesn't notice until it's too late.

thirty days | 11,570 | Adure / @toburnup

Summary: "Okay, you should probably leave,” Eddie says quietly, hand slipping underneath the blanket. His other hand reaches for the remote and he pauses the movie. “Why?” “‘Cause I’m going to jerk off.” Steve's mouth is dry. His body is heavy. “I don’t want to go.” “Fine." Eddie leans his head back against the wall, reveals the column of his throat. "Stay.”

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got a devil's haircut (in my mind) | 11,809 | harmonictechnicality / @harmonictechnicality

Summary: Models are beautiful people, that’s the goddamn gig. Makeup, no makeup. Photoshop, no photoshop. They just look better than the general population and society accepts that as a fact. But Eddie is a grubby little voice actor that burrows himself up in his boxy apartment for days. Very little sunlight, very little human interaction, and a shit ton of takeout. Long story short, he doesn’t get out much. So this? Seeing a biblically hot heartthrob in the flesh? With his own two eyes? It’s knocking him into deep space. Sending him into an astral projection without sticking a tablet on his tongue first.

the pre-show ritual | 12,062 | helix_stomper

Summary: Steve wasn’t really all that surprised to find himself here. He had never seen a gloryhole before. He’d chalked them up to a horny teenager’s pot at the end of the rainbow. Fantasy, and nothing else. A fat old man couldn’t squeeze down a chimney, and a guy couldn’t get his dick sucked in a public bathroom. But here it was, a small circular hole cut into the side of two adjacent stalls, as real and as terrifying as it could be. What surprised Steve about tonight was that he wasn't sticking his dick through the hole. Instead, he found himself sitting on his heels in front of it, hands wringing anxiously in his lap as he licked his lips and waited for someone to shuffle into the other stall.

In My Boxers, Half Stoned | 12,338 | Eddywow

Summary: "You can," Eddie said, almost sounding like he was nodding along to his words. The image was too pure for Steve. "You could say anything you want to me and I'd- I think I'd be into it. Because I saw your pics and like, I know your face isn't in them but- but I really like them. Is it okay that I liked them?"

An Accidental Flogging | 12,965 | ArtaxLivs / @artaxlivs

Summary: Steve is just staring at him, looking at Eddie over his shoulder. Eyes wide, mouth open in a perfect O. The ring of the smack Eddie just delivered on his perfect, beautiful ass still resonating in the empty kitchen.

Bone Mirror | 13,048 | Oonionchiver / @azrielgreen

Summary: Steve has never killed a human being before. It’s all he has. His life is oppressively quiet. Silent. Waiting for the day he’s brave enough to fill the pool again. Waiting for change. Waiting for the moon. It’s all he fucking has. Until Eddie Munson is accused of murder.

Swipe Right | 13,759 | aaliona / @bifuriouswaterbender

Summary: Eddie Munson knew how to take a profile picture, Steve decided right then. The angle was from straight on, but Eddie had his head tilted to the side, somehow managing to give big doe eyes at the viewer as his long hair fell around him. His sleeves were pushed up, showing off tattoos on both arms that he was subtly flexing. Steve had heard a lot about Eddie and didn’t even know which of it to believe. But hey, perhaps this was his chance to find out. At very least, Munson seemed like the kind of guy to know what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, Steve swiped right.

I’m on the Hunt (I’m After You) | 16,362 | OhlioOh

Summary: Odd is Eddie Munson’s thing, acquiring knowledge of the esoteric and strange a core tenet of his personality. Yet Hawkins National Park had been one big, beautiful blind spot. Plenty of people visit, plenty of people vanish, and yet not a soul is talking about it. Something is stalking these woods, and Eddie is going to be the one to find it. If only Park Ranger Steve Harrington wasn’t such a giant, unfairly attractive pain in his ass.

A Gem Beyond Counting | 13,728 | teddywesworl / @teddywesworl

Summary: The wrong feeling pitches and dives toward nausea again. Steve folds in half, eyes squeezed shut. The room spins, and his skin goes clammy. Behind the rush of white noise in his ears, he thinks he hears Eddie’s voice, calling to him, saying his name. There’s a soft pressure on his back that moves up to the back of his neck, and— Gone. Everything’s fine. He feels fine. He feels good, even. Eddie has a hand on the back of his neck and one clutching his forearm. Eddie looks frantic, eyes wide, a sheen of sweat on his face and stray damp curls stuck there. Steve’s gaze is drawn to his mouth, taut and worried and always in motion. He wants to lick into it.

fear is fading fast | 14,389 | amiparanoidmuch (p1013) / @p1013

Summary: Eddie is twenty years old. He lives in a small sprawl of suburbia that holds his heart in a vice grip. He only knows one gay man—himself—and he's never getting laid, ever.

Hard to Learn | 20,285 | DaaroMoltor

Summary: Steve pulls up to just outside the garage door, then cuts the engine. He turns in his seat. “Eddie.” He startles, a visibly painful jerk, and his eyes snap to Steve. Steve meets them steadily, trying to project calm. Eddie’s gaze do linger on him for a moment, before he looks around. The house towers above them, dark and empty. Eddie frowns, plainly confused, then glances to Steve and- Realization dawns, then it’s quickly followed by anger and… hurt? The first quickly eclipses the latter, and Eddie flings open the car door. “See you around, I guess, Harrington,” he spits, beginning to limp away. Steve is so startled that it takes him a moment to get his bearings. “Hey!” he calls, scrambling out of the car. “Hey! Where are you going?! You can barely even walk!” “Home,” Eddie snaps. “And I’m walking because apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t deserve a fucking ride.” “Oh, for the love of-,” Steve mutters, then runs the couple of hobbled steps that Eddie has managed to put between them, grabbing his arm to spin him around. “Your home is half portal, idiot,” Steve says. “You’re staying with me.”

The Adventures of Eddie Munson, Cheerleader | 26,082 | bookworm1805

Summary: Hawkins Indiana, January 1985 The moment the basketball players walked into the gym, all hell broke loose.  Curses were spat. Teenagers whispered in scandalized tones as their nikes squeaked over the polished wood floor. Prayers were chanted. Somewhere across town, a baby probably cried. Eddie Munson grinned. 

the affliction of the feeling | 27,203 | nondz (pinkjook)

Summary: “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?” “I know I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says.

for your eyes only (i'll show you my heart) | 32,068 | strawberryspence / @strawberryspence

Summary: “Damn you, Harrington.” Eddie shakes his head, looking back at the box again. He can see Robin looking at him, but Eddie avoids looking at her. He didn’t want to answer questions about his damn crush on Steve freaking Harrington and how he keeps getting more perfect by the minute. Eddie needs him to stop, like literally right now. “Oh my god,” Dustin screams, making Eddie look at him from across the room. Eddie finds him staring at someone, so he follows his line of sight and finds one Steve Harrington, yeah, that one, the one he just asked a second ago to stop being perfect? Yeah, that guy is standing at the bottom of the stairs with a crumpled box in his hands and is wearing glasses. Steve Harrington just exceeded perfect.

off the beaten path | 34,208 | pukner

Summary: "I'm saying this," says Steve, loudly, cutting him off, "because someone I love is, uh, gay. And I love them, but like, platonically. And also me calling you a queer might've been a little hypocritical, in restrospect." There is a long, baffled pause. "What," says Jonathan, "Steve, are you--are you coming out to me?" Steve frowns, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Cool."

The Shire is NOT on Fire | 54,148 | kissesforcas

Summary: The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event. Steve has more fun than he admits. And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.

Ahoy, Big Boy | 83,733 | ChronicRabbit

Summary: Scoops Ahoy. America’s favorite place to cool down, and quite possibly the lamest summer job under the blazing Indiana sun. Especially if you were former High School royalty, brutally rejected by each and every university you’d applied to and promptly cut off by your shitty parents in an effort to teach: “some goddamned responsibility.” Between accidentally intercepted secret Russian communications, a meddling preteen matchmaker with no collarbones, and increased proximity with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, a measly $3 an hour plus tips is nowhere near enough to deal.

caught in the middle, helpless again | 131,425 | margosfairyeye (Skittery) / @margosfairyeye

Summary: Fuck, Eddie has been here before. The deja vu was bad enough but this is like, double, this is like deja deja vu or deja vu vu or something, this is unprecedented shit here. And Eddie knows what comes next, knows like the roiling ache in his stomach that they’re going to go in, go though the portal and into the Upside fucking Down and didn’t they already do this?

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[resinixupi]

My process of creating a BJD for the first time

I sculpted my own BJD-inspired little doll for the first time! Including sewing his outfit, I worked on the project over the course of December til March.

He's based on my artistic fan-rendition of dr. Nitrus Brio from the Crash Bandicoot video game series, and I'm planning to make a few of his colleagues as well! 😊 Here's some reference pics for context, for those who don't know the character.

Read on if you want to see the process of his creation!

(Heads-up; Contains censored doll nudity and loose body parts and all that~)

He's only 19cm tall (which is uncommon for adult-type BJDs (they'd usually be 40-70 cm, that's 1/4 or 1/3 scale)) and his technical design is a little crude/simplified compared to the beautiful mechanics of the BJDs I used to own, but I'm really happy with how he came out. It was quite the magical experience, because I haven't sculpted much before, nor have I sewn on this level of detail.

I figured the smaller scale would make him more easy to handle and less intimidating for a first project, but it made it a little difficult to work with at times as well!

My very first attempt was fun but had a lot of issues, I decided to start over before painting. The (extremely cheap) clay had shrunk massively, he was nowhere near hollow enough, he was a disproportional mess xD

And since he needs to be to scale with his friends later on, I decided it would be a valuable prototype. UvU

So all that happened during my Christmas break! From then on, I continued working on him little bits at a time. Quite surprisingly I managed to stay engaged and dedicated XD

This time I got actual doll-grade paperclay, which made so much difference. Amazing stuff. It was again very satisfying to see his shape forming. And this time he made it to the paint stage!

After drying out properly, I coated him first to set the clay, then used acrylic paint to give him his base skintone all over. The first layer, applied with a brush, was a blotchy mess. :x

Then I thought of sponge-dabbing it on instead, which worked wonderfully! I only realized while doing it, that it reminded me of how I applied my own bodypaint with a sponge for a blue-skinned cosplay 😊 Must've subconsciously gotten the inspiration from there lol

After his base coat, I could no longer resist and strung him😂💖

I realized it might get messy later on if I'd refuse to unstring and restring him for further painting/blushing and coating. But I figured it'd be good enough and I was having too much fun having him in his strung form XDD <33

It turned out okay, even after spray coating him strung. ^^

Painted his face, cleaned the paint off his bolts, glued eyelashes on 💕

And finally, gave him bodyblush for a little more life to him, love it!

Then I spent many nights sewing his lab coat, undies, pants, gloves and boots! 😊😊😊

I now consider him finished, and ready for cool shoots! All of this really made me relive my love for BJDs and all the crafting around it. Looking forward to make him some friends, but for now it's kinda nice to have time for other projects again as well 😂

[darishima]

BONESY BONESY HIII BONESY

remembwr when i said this

i am home now!!!! here is a pic of both shelves

its a little messy n not well lit.. shelves are a little disorganized too especially the bottom two but its fiine ! lucky star shelf i showed you before is third down on the left. im gonna take better pictures to post here and on mfc once my sega power figure comes in and i move my toga and midari sections around

basic explanation, starting from the top on the left shelf: -combination toga and midari section, with my full ohshc manga set in the back -jiro section, with all my mha manga -lucky star section <333 -misc section, largely demon slayer, w assorted manga -another misc section, kinda where i stuck my least favorite figures LMAO im sorry guys right shelf: -mostly one piece section, partially disgaea section -yamato shrine plus kakegurui section runoff -mainly my edward shrine plus funkos lined up along my tokyo ghoul + tg:re manga sets, but my NSO section is slowly growing. plus miku -hxh section! mostly meruem, komugi, and neferpitou- theyre my 3 favs. couple misc figures next to them too -red box on the right of the lowest shelf is where i stash all my weed LMFAO isnt it a genius spot.. nobody would ever look or suspect. im soo smart.. anyway rest of that is misc manga and its kinda cluttered just pretend you dont see that

speaking of midari and toga sections! here are closeups of both !

midari section is currently cramped and messy.. usually has kakegurui manga behind it (hence the empty spot) but hunter is borrowing the first few volumes rn so it looks sad and empty :( need to move the midari section to another shelf because it and the toga section next to it are getting too large to coexist on the same shelf anymore they need more room. and speaking of toga section

wonderful angel.. also getting crowded mostly because banpresto always makes giant ass bases which take up lots of space on shelves </3 take a hint from pop up parade bp your base game SUCKS.

also just now realizing how BADLY tumblr annihilates quality... pls click on the pictures nd zoom in i promiseee they are better quality than that pls..

here is my jiro section !

gets a whole shelf all to herself (except for the dabi figure.. who is my bookend). im on a quest to get every single (non-gk) figure of jiro EVER made and so far i am missing seven out of sixteen :( most of the rest are trading figures and funkos except for the bellfine scale figure which is hella expensive.. like $100+.. but she will be mine eventually. here are the ones im missing

top 3 are trading figures, middle is still on preorder i think so it cant be mine yet , jst need to track down the other two somewhere. on the bottom are two of the funkos which are easy to buy but i dont LIKE having funkos and i dont WANT them but because its jiro i have to buy them anyway :/ im just putting it off. i almost ordered the first one the other day but decided to wait for the price to go down a bit. middle one is a gamestop exclusive thats bundled with a t shirt and i could easily buy it rn at, yk, gamestop, but i dont want the t shirt so i gotta buy th funko individually off ebay. last pic on the bottom is the bellfine scale, found it for $90 on a site recently when it usually goes for $120/$130+ so hopefully it'll be mine soon!1 anywayy sorry 4 yapping.. just love jiro will collect all her figures 4ever. wish i could do that for toga but she has too many :( 62 compared to jiro's 16 :( anywayyy more shelfies

the midari section was formerly just the kakegurui section but i had to boot these 3 figures out cause they wouldnt fit:

mary nendoroid (which i got for a STEAL at $28 unopened, they usually go for like $70 or more), plus mary and yumeko pop up parades (they are holding hands). and next to them:

yamato section! my beautiful prince yamato! the angle of this one sucks.. wtv. the big figure between the manga is the most expensive figure i've bought so far at $45, not counting the kangel L pop up parade figure i preordered for like $64 (doesnt count cause i dont have it yet). and SPEAKING OF KANGEL...!

kangel pop up parade!!! i got her yesterday!!! and the goodsmile bonus p-chan (the sad kitty)! put her in front of my nso manga + switch game, im so so happy i got her :3 and i'll be even happier when i get the kangel L figure, which is wayy bigger and imo prettier

anywayy hope you liked my yappings bonesy if you see them n read them.. ^_^ and also anyone else who saw this on their dash and checked it out,, sorry for clogging your dash :(

figures are my passion my love my light my one true joy.. would love to answer any questions u have about them ever. need to take more closeup pictures also bc its so hard to see details in that shitty ass full shelf pic i took.. will take better pictures another time <3 shldve taken a closeup of my hxh section its so good,, or my edward section,, oh well

[rin-bellatrix]

Smitten

"It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there's something about us I want to say. 'Cause there's something between us anyway." - Daft Punk

Rhys recovers his lost boot from the con woman with a ruby smile, and as she teases him about his fashion, he's struck with the realization that she's actually kind of fun. And pretty... Really pretty.

Written for @admiralsweko bc it's her bday today - HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWE~!! 🥳🎉🎂🍾🎁🎈💕✨

Header art by ourwarbird (deactivated 🕊)

Lace divider from this post. Pixel heart dividers from this post. White dot divider from this post. Reblog and feedback divider from this post.

Written because inspiration struck due to the pic below that came from a post that Sweko had reblogged for another of her otps

Enjoy! 💙❤

Through the cracked windshield of the caravan, the barren, desolate plains of Pandora's vast desert rushed by and Rhys was at least a little bit grateful that he and Vaughn weren't making this journey on foot. And also, not alone.

The sound of easy conversation carried over to him from somewhere in the back of the vehicle, words lost on his idle mind but the calm tone was enough to keep him from worrying. At least they were all past the point of trying to kill each other. Even Athena wasn't so scary after a few board games to pass the time. (She was still scary, just on a lesser scale. Not that Rhys would ever say that to her face.)

For now, the sandy scenery whizzed by and out of sight of his peripheral. Honestly speaking, driving through a path that looked the same as it did the last hour and the hour before was driving the company man to boredom. There was only one seat up front and therefore only a need for one person. He was alone while everyone else socialized behind him.

Even Jack was quiet, laying low because he didn't want to draw Athena's attention to the fact that maybe he wasn't as gone as she would've liked. So Rhys was left in solitude, watching dunes and skag dens and occasional rakks above passing by for the nth time.

He huffed a drawn out sigh, settling his chin into the cradle of his propped up hand as the other remained steady on the curve of the steering wheel. He was fighting back a yawn when something heavy was tossed at him from the edge of his vision.

The sudden movement and weight of the unknown object hitting his chest and falling into his lap made him shoot to full alertness, his foot automatically easing down on the brakes as he glanced down to see what had struck him. It took a second, but the sleek design of expensive rakk leather made him recognize his own heeled boot, the one he had lost when he flew out of the caravan.

Confusion caused him to look up and over, his wandering gaze landing immediately on the con woman who was leaning casually against the dash. She pretended indifference to his obvious stare, until she happened to glance his way and caught his eye. She flashed him a cheeky grin and it was the first time she had ever smiled at him.

She was... Really pretty, actually...

Dismissing that thought immediately because - where had that come from (and what good could acknowledging this do?), he picked up his displaced shoe and the memory of being ripped from the relative safety of a moving vehicle came to mind. How he felt for just a moment, completely weightless, like when he and his best friend had left Helios and had breached the stratosphere of this planet, recalling the odd feeling of zero gravity that made his stomach lurch.

He was abruptly caught, Fiona's grip around his ankle the only thing keeping both Hyperion men from getting swallowed up by the desert. He counted himself lucky, until he could feel his heel easing out of his boot. The only connection he had to Fiona's desperate grasp was slipping away and there was nothing either of them could do. He remembered in that moment, that she had risked her own life by abandoning her secure grip to reach out to help these two men who she didn't know and didn't trust. The strength of her hold around his foot was fresh in his mind, the effort she made to keep them from the maw of the wastelands.

Sure, securing the two men from Helios meant securing whatever awaited them at Old Haven, but it had happened so fast, he doubted she had time to think about it that way. She had just acted on instinct. Well, at least that's what he thought. Fiona was just as much of an enigma as he was to her. Probably.

Quickly eyeing the landscape ahead of the caravan for any kind of obstructions, the company man slid his heterochromatic eyes over to the grifter by his side, raising a curious brow in silent inquiry.

She shrugged, looking down and off to the side, not meeting his questioning gaze as she answered, "Can't have you trekking across Pandora with only one shoe on. Figured I'd do you a favor and return your ugly footwear."

He was tempted to retort with a lecture on fashion and style, but a smile still played about her lips and he decided that he'd take the ribbing for what it was - a playful jab rather than a hurtful insult. Scoffing, he lowered his boot down to the floor so he could work his foot inside, returning his attention to the path before him as he shimmied his socked foot into the recess.

"Too bad for you, if you would've held onto it, you could've sold it for a decent profit. The high quality of this rakk leather is obviously lost on you though, what a shame."

Now it was her turn to scoff, the light huffing sound making a smile kick up at the corners of his mouth in anticipation of what she'd say in response. "I see you Hyperion snobs think too little of us down here - we might be desperate for quality goods, but I don't think a foul smelling fashion faux pas is gonna be doing anyone any favors. At least anyone with actual taste."

Said Hyperion snob grinned, shifting restlessly his seat at the first easy conversation that he'd had with this woman since he laid eyes on her. Bickering over nonsense with this pretty Pandoran native was actually kind of exciting. "And I'd like to thank you for confirming that no one on this rocky junk heap has any sense of taste. I had always assumed, but it's good to finally have it confirmed."

"Yeah, I don't think that's as much of an insult as you think it is, considering the situation you've got going on with that red strip of fabric."

"You mean my tie?" He subconsciously ran his mechanical hand down the length of the tie, genuinely wondering what she had an issue with.

"Oh, is that what that's supposed to be? How unfortunate." She twisted her face into a slight grimace, further provoking him in this little verbal game of theirs.

"I'll have you know that this is the latest in fashion amongst the elite on Helios."

"So you say. Is it... Tucked into your pants? Serious question here."

The young manager rolled his eyes, but couldn't argue further because... Yes his tie was tucked into his pants. It was a fashion statement! He shook his head, glowering at her from the corner of his ECHO eye. "Is this all you came up here for, to question my impeccable sense of style? Don't you have candy to steal from a baby or something?"

Fiona's face shifted into one of overly shocked dismay, a hand fluttering delicately to her chest in a show of being offended. "Well the only baby I see nearby is behind the wheel right now. As a true professional, I wouldn't take this time to rob you - could be dangerous to hinder your driving."

Rhys fought another grin, enjoying their banter even though he was obviously on the defense - and losing. But he had never had the chance to talk to Fiona one on one and he found he quite liked her taunting smile and jeering words. Her light green eyes were sharp, watching him carefully and he had no doubt that she had already pinpointed the locations of every single one of his pockets. She reached out to him suddenly and he wondered if she was gonna poke around said pockets now.

But her hand landed on his shoulder very briefly, patting him as she said, "Whenever you get tired of driving, let me know and I'll take over. Until then, try not to drive us off a cliff, Hyperion." She turned and sauntered away, and he found his gaze locked on her retreating back.

Was it strange that her sudden absence made him yearn for her to return to his side, to continue trading barbs and playful smiles?

Yeah, that was weird. He barely knew the woman and could count the positive experiences with her on one hand. But she left to join her sister, the sound of her voice in the distance catching his ear.

He lifted his eyes to the rear view mirror, in the hope of catching a discreet glance of her. Instead he was met with a pixelated face of blue staring back at him through the reflection. The sight of Jack made him jump, but thankfully it wasn't enough to affect his driving or draw attention.

"Ooh, somebody's got a little crush~" Teased the voice of his mentor, ringing in his ears and his ears only. "Not a bad pick either, Hat Chick is smokin'." A burst of digital blue particles manifested over the caravan's dash, solidifying as a projection of Jack laid out on his side, head propped up on one fist as he faced Rhys. "You know... If you hook up with her, you'd be doing both of us a favor." His former boss waggled his eyebrows, his expression alluding to deviant implications.

Rhys rolled his eyes, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel as a way to keep himself centered and calm. "Not gonna happen," he muttered, purposefully keeping his voice low as to not draw attention to the seemingly one-sided conversation that he was having with his dead employer's digital ghost.

"Ahh you're no fun! Just think about it-" Jack's sapphire smile glowed as he spead his hands out above him. "Me and her. I guess you'd have to be there too since, ya know-" His pixelated image collapsed and reformed to Rhys' other side, demonstrating his intangible state. "Don't really have a body at this point- but eh, we'll make it work. Anyway, we get her all hot and bothered right? And-"

"Look," the younger man interrupted, glancing once again at the rear view mirror but this time to make sure no one was overhearing his words. "It's not like that between us. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a total loser or something-"

"Not surprising."

"......And anyway... You're not her type. So there."

"Oh sweet cheeks, have you seen me? I'm everybody's type! If I were here in the flesh, Hat Chick would be on her knees begging for a scrap of my attention. Like, hello? Check this out!"

Hyperion's former CEO materialized in Rhys' direct line of sight, his azure image staring down at his cranial companion in what Rhys assumed was supposed to be a... "Sexy" stare?

"GOD I'm hot - it's honestly ridiculous how good-looking I am! They don't call me Handsome Jack for nothing kiddo. In fact, I was the winner of Garza Magazine's 'Top 100 Sexiest CEOs in the Galaxy', and there was also the award for-"

If Rhys rolled his eyes any harder than he was right now, he was sure they'd roll right out of his head.

Since becoming tethered to this man's coded reconstruction of his personality, the young manager wondered how he had ever spent so long admiring this narcissist whose blue visage was currently ranting about his looks and...sex appeal...? If Rhys, who had once idolized his former boss, was losing his hero worship more and more while in his company, then he knew Fiona wouldn't even glance his way.

Well, unless it was to put a bullet between his eyes. But the notion was inconceivable anyway; his ex-boss was long dead and his former employee was the only one who could see and talk to his digitized remains. So the thought of Jack and Fiona ever interacting was something he'd never have to worry about.

"Hey shit for brains, you hear me?"

Jack tapped Rhys on his temple port and it sent an electric zing coursing through his nerve endings. He stifled a yelp but couldn't help the knee-jerk reaction of his hands twitching along the steering wheel, sending the caravan into a sharp swerve until he quickly righted himself.

A chorus of complaints and questions sounded off from behind him and he immediately replied with "Sorry, sorry! There was a, uh. A baby skag in the way and I just didn't wanna hit it."

He nervously gulped and could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing up, Athena's irritated gaze met his in the mirror and he felt his left hand begin to sweat. Redirecting his sight to the land ahead, he tried to focus on looking as inconspicuous as he could, given the circumstances.

"Oh, that was great! Your face - you- you should've seen your face!" Jack cackled, floating in mid-air as he clutched his sides in amusement.

The Hyperion employee felt his aggravation build, furrowing his brow as he tightened his grip over the steering wheel. Just as he opened his mouth to snap back, a small hand clapped onto his shoulder.

"Okay Rhys, I think that's enough driving for today," came Fiona's voice from over his shoulder. "Let me have the wheel, you can go rest and leave the baby skags to me. I think I know how to avoid them a bit better than you."

Rhys peered up at her as he eased down on the brakes, trying to gauge her reaction, but she ushered him quickly out of the seat. He felt her body slide in behind him as he was stepping off to the side, turning to face her as she settled into the driver's seat and adjusted it to fit her shorter legs. Her eyes were set ahead of her, but she spared him a brief glance, giving his tall body a quick up and down before returning her focus to the road.

"Sasha's making something for lunch, grab yourself a plate if you're feeling a little drained." Her words hinted at a sympathetic nature, but she must've caught herself being too soft on him because she continued. "We need everyone at their best if we're gonna secure Gortys' next piece, alright? We've got the opportunity of a lifetime here, Rhys. We can't mess this up."

Feeling a little embarrassed that he was basically kicked from driving duty, along with her reminding him of what was at stake, Rhys kind of nodded and mumbled a vague agreement as he rubbed the back of his neck. Not knowing what else to do when Fiona quieted and returned her full focus on the road while he just stood there awkwardly, he turned and shuffled down the stairs towards the cabin.

"And don't forget to save me a plate!" She called, and he turned to look at her before joining the others.

From this angle, he could see a little bit of her profile, watching silently as she reached up and adjusted her hat, before brushing her hair away from her face. She placed her hand back along the curve of the steering wheel and her turquoise nail polish glinted when caught in the sunlight.

He felt a new emotion wanting to bloom, but before he could examine it for what it was, Hyperion's ghost rematerialized in front of him, casting the back of the con woman in hues of blue. The fact that Rhys could see Fiona through Jack's body was unnerving and unpleasant, and it caused him to frown as his raised his eyes to meet the stare of his dead boss.

"Hey, kiddo. In all seriousness, don't let this little thing between you and this Pandoran savage get between us and our big plans, okay? That vault and everything in it is ours, as long as you and your dick don't fuck this up for us."

The company man broke his intense gaze, turning away from his mentor and towards the others gathered by the kitchen area in the caravan. "Yeah, whatever you say, Jack." The words carried no conviction, and Rhys doubted that this would be the last that he hears of it.

But he was honestly tired of the cobalt corpse floating in his field of vision whenever he deemed to "grace" the young manager with his presence. Right now all Rhys wanted to be concerned with is getting some hot food in his belly, and being the one to bring Fiona her plate as an excuse to engage with her more.

Perhaps she'd thank him and flash him another smile. Now that... That would be nice.

Happy birthday Sweko, I hope you have a beautiful day~! 🥰💕

©rin-bellatrix 2023

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[trrickytickle]

Therapy Dog

(great art by @//akkasute on Instagram)

Fandom: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish ☠️

A/N: I remember when I said I’d do some tickle art for this movie- I wanted to, couldn’t find the time, but I got an idea for a fic after seeing lots of pics of Perrito and Death’s friendship in the film! Speaking of 2022 blockbusters, I wanna do something with the new Avatar movie lol, so anyways- onto fic :D

Pairing: Perrito + Death, friendship, lee!Perrito, ler!Death

Death itself was the only force that could make fearless hero Puss in Boots’ whiskers fray, its eerie whistle howling whenever the red eyes met his. This force had a non-metaphorical or rhetorical, honest to goodness face, and while it wasn’t ugly, it was unsightly to behold. 

But right now, two beady eyes dared to look directly in the face of death, straight-up asking to be at the mercy of its claws. 

“...Que?” 

“Rub my belly! Come on! Pleaaase? Pretty-pretty please?”

Perrito, the tiny dog wormed his gut out of the sock-sweater he wore, staring beckoningly. Rolling around to give an extra-cute effect, the scar and gurgling noises coming from it weren’t helping at all. 

“I’ve asked Puss- and-and Kitty, but they all refused- and like, I said to them that it’s PRACTICE for being a therapy dog-” 

Death scoffed. “..La Muerte doesn’t need therapy.” 

“But isn’t death.. sad?” Perrito beckoned. 

“Do I look like I’m crying right now, perro?” 

“No, no, let me explain!” the dog got back on his hind legs, pacing around Death almost like he orbited him, “Don’t you see people’s families grieve...”

“All the time. Listen, nino, it means they’ve lived a good life-” 

“People being murdered..” 

“Now, now, perro..” 

“One day, you could just take one of us- Team Friendship-” -Perrito gestured, pawing at the air and jumping around- “when we haven’t lived to the fullest and just- SNATCH!- the life out of-” At that, Death interfered, using his paw to signal him to sit down. 

“Okay.” He growled. 

“Wh- what?” Perrito lit up. His pupils enlarged, tounge out- almost panting.

“Okay.” Death repeated. “I’ll rub your belly.” 

“I know! I just wanted to hear you say it again! I’m so EXCITED!” Perrito barked, flipping himself over as if to get ready. Death flinched. Did he have worms or something? Alright, let’s get this over with. he thought, reaching his claw over to prod at Perrito’s gut as lightly as possible. No panting. No leg-kicking. No nothing that would indicate a dog in a state of pure ecstacy. Not that he would know, of course. There were, instead, tittering and slight giggles. Not the usual. Death stilled its spindle-like fingers, afraid to take someone he didn’t intend to away. Instead, Perrito whined in impatience. 

“Keep going, keep going!” he beckoned. Death, resigned, did just that. In all his humiliation, he couldn’t admit he felt a warmth in his cold embrace. Speeding it up, he gently placed two more claws onto Perrito’s belly, scritch-scratching it in a circular motion. With that the giggling grew louder and louder, erupting into full-scale belly laughter. 

“Kk-HA-hahaha-HA! Dehehe- DEATH! DEATH! Thaha- that tickles! Hahaha-HA!” Now there was that leg kicking. The puppy writhed around, shaking as if spilling the mirth he had inside out all over the place. Death scowled in response, as per the usual. Despite saying nothing, he kept on going while Perrito was attempting to keep still to no avail. He kept rolling around and kicking his leg like he was scratching invisible fleas. 

“Keep still, perro.” Death broke his silence, leaving Perrito in that play-bow position he first laid in.The gentle scratches were practically about as effective as a sickle scar to the chest, and secretly he was relishing in it. Stifling a Cheshire cat grin, he moved his claws up and down, slyly yet slightly experimenting with different techniques. 

“Ha-hahahaha-haha- HA! Yehe- YEAH, Deahath! Let ahall those emohohotions out!” The encouragement made Death feel like Perrito was almost egging him on. But the concept itself shrugged that inferior concept off, going in straight for the kill out of pure cuteness-aggression. 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got LOTS to work on.. And we’re just getting started, perro..” Death whispered in a strangely teasing and cooing tone, one he had never used in the past.

“Let’s sta-haha-hart with your- AHAHAHA-HAHA-AHAHANGER ISSUES!” With his long snout, he nuzzled Perrito’s stomach feverously, tickling him with the coldness of his nose and fluff of his muzzle. Even when he was close to the sharp teeth of death itself, Perrito laughed. He was laughing in the face of death, sparkling with life. 

“Yes..?” Death smirked, halting his attack. 

“Well- well, aha, you tend to let it all out on the people you take, and that includes Puss, and...” Perrito prattled, gesturing with his forelegs. 

“And...” Death continued. “I’ll huff- and I’ll puff- and I’ll blow the house down!” He blew a raspberry- the best one he could do with his pointed snout. 

“GK-HAHAHA-HAHA-HA!!” Perrito cackled, kicking both his hind legs frantically. Death halted, leaving the little dog a breather. “*pant* *pant* *pant* Ya know, Death, that was a workout! We should have another session sometime! Really work on telling me those feelings rather than whatever magic you were working over there with your nose- Hey, thanks for rubbing my belly, by the way! You look happier already!” he rambled at a breakneck pace, following Death’s trailing charcoal cloak. And he smiled. Smiled back. Not a “let’s never speak of this”, not a frown, not nothing. As a reverberating whistle whisked by, there was an echo of a sentence. 

“You’re gonna be one hell of a therapy dog.” 

[elizabethplaid]

Zuru Mini Brands fashions - brown monogram set

I have sat on the sidelines for a while, so I don't know if these sets have official names. This is my first of the fashion sets, and I only got my first set of mini sneakers in June.

That said, I'm pleasantly surprised at how much came in this set and the nice quality. More pics below the cut.

Detail shot, to show the graphics. The scarf is a one-sided print, but the edges are hemmed. Might need to iron it, maybe try a wet drape treatment, so it's less flat and stiff.

The headband just has images printed, but it's still a detail I wasn't expecting.

The shoes are a soft pleather, the sort that will break down in a few years. The sole and heel are solid, so they could be reused for custom shoes. The drawstrings really work, so you can pull them out. They're unnecessary, since the boots are already narrow. (Haven't tried them on anyone yet, so ymmv.)

This purse? I gasped when I saw that the zipper functions. It's in-scale and looks nice with the design. The purse alone might be worth more if it only had the monogram design, without the extra flourishes. It's only on one side, so you can hide it from the camera.

I've never been impressed with the designer monogram variations over the years, but this one feels mature and not gaudy. The scarf may be hard to style, due to the scale, but it still fits well in a diorama. The headband is a sweet touch to the set, keeping it from feeling too high-fashion and snobby.

The boots would be better if made from another material. I just know from experience how that stuff degrades and crumbles. It's still a classic and versatile design, so I'll enjoy it while I can.

Purse steals the show, hands down, no question. Def worth the $10ish for the set .

I don't know if the codes mean anything, because I think mine were covered by the wrappers. Top one is the fashion set. Bottom two are the sneakers from my previous post, but I mixed them up, oops. Sorry, I don't know which was which.

[foggyfanfic]

Went back and forth on whether or not to post these, but guess who went to Oogie Boogie bash!! Pics and thoughts under the cut if you're interested! Quick warning though, I am a lot more interested in the inner workings of theme parks than I am in the fantasy, so if you don't want to break the fourth wall, so to speak, don't read what I've written.

First, I don't usually do meet and greets because I am too aware of the fact that I'm talking to an actor, and all the questions I want to ask are "behind the curtain" type questions. But, I love cosplay, so I made an exception to check out the costume details on the Brunos.

You can kinda see it here in the first picture, if you look past the blurriness, but one of the details I find most brilliant is that the lovely gentleman playing Bruno is wearing a shade of foundation a touch paler than his actual skin tone to make himself look a little grayer than he is. I saw another one of the Brunos up close and it didn't look like he was doing the same thing with his make up, so this might have been a personal choice on the part of the actor. If so, genius! If they start up an award ceremony for theme park actors, this guy wins best "Non-Prosthetic Make up" award.

As for things beyond his control, all of the actors playing Bruno were a bit tall. Me included for scale. I'm 5'6" and the boots I'm wearing have a slight heel, so you can estimate my height as being 5'7" or even 5'8". This guy is about two or three inches taller than me, and the other actor I saw was the same height. I passed by the photo spot a few other times, but idk if those were additional actors or if these two guys switch back and forth all night (they're only allowed to work for like thirty minutes at a time or something). So I guess I can't say all of the actors are tall, just the two I've definitely seen. The ruana almost looked like real wool, but considering how warm it was, it was probably (hopefully) just cotton.

Did the Oogie Boogie treat trail, it moved faster than I was expecting, but had sunchips, so it loses points for that. 7/10. Mostly joking, I gave my chips to my sister. Anyways, wish I'd taken pictures of the theming, you can kinda see some of it behind Oogie Boogie, this was in the Animation Studio where they have all those screens, so they leaned into that with a lot of spoopy casino themed slide shows and a spattering of physical decorations. It didn't sound like Oogie Boogie's lines were prerecorded, but he had definitely received a script to lean on. The costume, as you can see, wasn't very scary, and the actor in it was definitely used to playing cute characters more than villains, but they did a pretty good job with the puppetry that moved the mouth. Really made it look like Oogie was talking.

Accidentally ended up on the Mother Gothel treat trail (we just thought it was one of the ones that didn't have a character). Actress was a bit young for the part (as can be expected), but damn did she play it well. As you can see, her set was beautiful, and the dress was a lighter fabric than in the movie but relatively accurate. She interacted with guests so fluidly. She asked a little girl if she listened to her mother and when the little girl shrugged and said a little bit, she said in a voice I've heard from my mother's obnoxious friends, "Well! At least she's honest!" Very convincing. I have no trouble believing this is a woman whose daughter doesn't talk to her for "no reason". 10/10.

The first character treat trail we did was Judge Doom from Roger Rabbit, unfortunately, we didn't get to linger that long because my mother had decided to forgo a scooter despite her terrible back and asking her to stand around while we took pictures of the guy in the costume would have been a war crime. But look at that set!!! There were barrels of the dip ingredients leading up to it, then you get past a tree hanging over the trail and viola! There it is. He was wearing a prosthetic chin that could have been blended onto his real face a little better, but he did some great improv when he saw a kid carrying a Roger Rabbit doll.

And finally, last but not least, when the night was just about over and the lines were almost completely gone, I dragged my sister to the Ernesto Treat Trail because I'd seen pics of the costume and wanted to lay eyes on it myself. Look at that make up! It's so well built, so convincing. That's not a mask, but prosthetics, so he was able to act through them. His voice was pretty smooth, didn't get to see him sing the song, he was probably a bit too tired by this point, but he did a great job adapting Ernesto's affectations into something a little more overtly sinister.

Over all, wouldn't have minded if the party was a little longer. Or even if we'd been let into the park a little sooner so we could get some of the non-Oogie Boogie stuff out of the way while the crowds were milling about. We got in at 3, when all of the lines were a bit too long and got food, wanted to do the drawing lessons in the Animation Studio, but they stopped at 3:30, right when we had finished our meal. There weren't any shows going on, so my sister and I split up to do single rider lines (got on the Incredicoaster three times, so that was cool). I think being let in at noon would have been a bit better. I enjoyed the party, but I don't know if I'd fork over the money to do it again considering how little time I had in the park. I definitely wouldn't pay for a normal ticket and an Oogie Boogie ticket in the same day. So, they should maybe extend the time you're allowed into the park. Then again, they've sold out two years in a row, so what do I know.

[thegeminisage]

they call it the river of the dead bc i died 10000 times trying to get korok seeds here

ANOTHER shrine in a cave on the great plateau. 10/10 i love that

i keep getting nothing but shields in chests and its starting to piss me off. i dont use them much, i havent broken a single one this whole game. give me literally ANYTHING else!!

died in the shrine when i was alllmost done. smh

DIED AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

deeply tempted to turn around and leave but No. i'm so close

I FUCKING. GOT IT. FUCK THAT SHRINE!!!!

placed one of my travel medallions at the REAL temple of time. i never have to walk back here again lol

not that i need to come back...i'm finishing up the great plateau korok hunt right here. i have one left that starts elsewhere and ends on the great plateau but im at nearly 200 seeds rn and ive been making myself cuckoo bananas hunting seeds so i deserve a sidequest break. i'm thinking the rito bridge is a good place 2 start

BUT FIRST, MY AMIIBO! i keep foprgetting to do these lol

YOOOOOO mirror of twilight fabric!!! sexy

AND demon king fabric.....

accidentally spawned another epona. rode hr out to where the other horses were so she has community support lol

AWWW there's another monument near the great plateau...

ok, so i talked to karson in lookout landing ages back abt building this bridge. i think now they need supplies?

oh, i like how these guys refer to each other by name! i love the community feeling in totk...the way everybody wants to be a helper...

oh lmao i literally have enough wood already <3 maybe this is why they made trees enemies, to give us reasons to chop them up so we dont have to level entire forests at a time

OH HE SAID ACES!!!! good for him

SCREAM this dialogue. wings come in handy! or...wingy! don't sit your tail there, it's a support beam, not a perch! chaotic gay people <3 happy pride <3

had the brief thought "since i'm in hebra i should get some korok seeds here" no <3 not without <3 snow boots <3

which i havent seen any sign of...UGH i hope they arent still in gerudo desert...

im going to hateno!! i've been meaning to give this guy acorns for his cow feed for foreverrr

but, to do the school quest, i need to swing by kakariko first...thank goodness4 fast travel

ugh so many sidequests in kakariko i wanna do but i feel like i should wait until this 5th sage nonsense SIIIGH

ok, got the pic of the tapestry in paya's house! also accidentally saw the cuccos running by, followed them to their hideout. extremely tense trying to bust thru the rock wall with them standing there. no way was i using yunobo

BUT i was at a perfect angle to take a ring ruins pic for the stable guy!

found lasli who needs the anti-gloom stuff...UGH i hate that nobody remembers link!!! ugh and i need milk for this which i dont have >:(

well, i bet there's some in hateno and i was going there anyway lol

NAYDRA WAS HERE WHEN I SPAWNED........snaged myself a scale. UGH i can't believe they fucked dragon farming i'm in such deep shit i don't have ANY parts

acorns delivered, milk received! omg nice he'll trade me anytime.......reminds me of the rito lady trading arrows for chillshrooms lol now THAT was a bargain

got my mirror of twilight fabric put on 💪

oh man it is LOVELY. it has a nice rainbow-pearl sheen to it...it might be my fav yet

time to go appease schoolchildren

scream that link is listening in on this calamity lecture like he wasn't the main character in it without so much as a single acknowledgement of it by this dude. yet another way theyre alienating old players by trying NOT to alienate new ones

this guy talking up the hero's achievements WITHOUT ACTUALLY MENTIONING THAT IT IS LINK. this is my villain origin story

oh boy. for the next lesson i have to get monster extract from tarrey town. i have the car quest there i never finished, but maybe i should do more shrines/seeds first...

i haven't been to the depths in awhile.

that is DEFINITELY the devil (and many korok seeds) talking. actually i can decide tomorrow bc i have to <3 go to bed

[dailymaisie]

After not sleeping a wink on the redeye, we had the Greatest Nap of our Entire Lives in the fluffiest beds at the Sand Hotel. We then spent the afternoon and the next morning exploring Reykjavik, before we headed out to the West Iceland Snaefellsnes Peninsula. Immediately heading for baked goods, we first stopped at the Sandholt Bakery - the bakery at our hotel and then to Baka Baka for cardamon buns (thanks, Annie and Russell!). Dessert first, but we still needed dinner and we found Posthus which we then went to four times over the course of our trip as we love a good food hall, and this one blew us away. We stopped briefly at the Hallgrimskirkja church, though unfortunately, we didn't have time to make it up to the bell tower for the view. The next morning we made it out to the Whales of Iceland Museum, where the scale of everything was mind-blowing. We also went to the The Icelandic Phallological Museum, but maybe best not to post pics of that here because they were mostly inappropriate because we all got very giggly and silly. It was quite amazing though, so scientifically thorough and a beautiful interior to boot! After lunch, we began our journey North and West, stopping along the way at the home of author Halldór Laxness. No pictures of that since none were allowed and it was the strangest (and most awkward?!) tour of all times. But his home was gorgeous, take my word for it, and now I really do want to read Salka Valka. The views from his home were gorgeous, I did get to snap a photo of that.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

COMMEMORATING 40 YEARS OF THE "WORLD PIECE TOUR" IN 2023 -- UP THE @$!*#&% IRONS!!

PIC(S) INFO: Part 2 of 2 -- Spotlight on English heavy metal band IRON MAIDEN, performing various dates during their "World Piece Tour, c. 1983. 📸: Various.

"When asked if the twin-lead situation caused any "dueling guitars" jealousies, both Murray and Smith answered with a resounding "No!" In fact, each finds the presence of the other encouraging and inspiring.

Murray: "Most of our songs have two solo passages, maybe in different keys, so we alternate."

Smith: "Usually before we record, we'll sit down and work out exactly who's going to play what, depending on our different styles. It usually ends up fifty-fifty anyway. We each have different sounds, different ways of bending the strings, Dave uses more tremolo, that kind of thing."

On the new album, "Piece of Mind," Dave solos first on "Flight of Icarus," "Die With Your Boots On " and "To Tame a Land." Adrian goes first on "Revelation," "The Trooper," "Still Life" and "Quest for Fire." Dave takes the solos on "Where Eagles Dare" and "Sun and Steel," with both doing the harmony part on the latter.

(Apologies, mates, if I didn't quite get that right. Remember how confusing it was trying to figure it out?) Neither player uses a theoretical or scalular approach to his playing. Says Dave:

"I prefer to play from feeling. The songs are tightly constructed, so I always play the same there. But when it comes to the solos, I don't necessarily play the same solos on stage as I do on record. I like to go out and sort of jam, more free-form. A lot of it is blues-oriented."

Adrian: "I've never been much for theory and scales. I know chords and I guess I play in a rock blues scale on the solos.""

-- GUITAR WORLD, "IRON MAIDEN: The Men Behind the Metal Mask," November, 1983

Sources: Pinterest, Reddit, Maiden Revelations, www.guitarworld.com/artists/interview-iron-maidens-adrian-smith-and-dave-murray-their-first-guitar-world-feature-1983, etc...

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

Okay, since I found the pictures, I'll elaborate.

After reading The Martian, my class was given the option for extra credit. The project? A slideshow about serving in the wilderness after a plane crash. The extra credit? Build a scale model of a real type of lean-to survival shelter.

I needed that extra credit.

As expected, a few days before it was due, groups started turning in their models. A popsicle stick hut, a lego interpretation of a lean-to shelter. Several others made of various craft supplies. Could I have gone the craft supply route? Yes, yes I could have.

But I didn't.

I was not then--and barely am now-- confident with a glue gun. So, I made mine out of nature. I was also a horrible procrastinator (which I had the adhd to blame, but I didn't know that yet).

8pm: I venture outside. There's a bit of forest behind my house, but it's on a hill. It was also December, as it was the night before the end of the semester.

Crunch time.

I'm outside in rain boots and a winter coat, collecting sticks, grass, and rocks in a bucket.

Success.

Back inside I construct this monstrosity: the best I could do with what I had. It's a debris hut, made with no glue whatsoever. The only parts that aren't from outside are the cardboard base and the paper towel roll in place of a log.

(pics under read more)

I finished around midnight.

Cool, right? Yeah, I thought so, too.

I still had to get it to school. My english class was the last period of the day.

Somehow, it survived the car ride to school...and the walk to my first period class. Luckily, my French teacher let me leave in in the Language office all day.

To get it to class, I had to transport it up a whole flight of stairs. Did I mention I didn't use glue? Miraculously, I get this thing to class, and everyone stares at me while I place this thing on the teacher's desk.

One guy asked, "How far into the woods did you go?" I think they were impressed. I felt a little bad about going overboard when I heard their reactions, but only because I knew that their projects were smaller and more normal, and that they paled in comparison to my overachieving-once-in-a-blue-moon ass's all natural debris hut.

Throwback to last semester when I showed up everyone in my English class with a pile of sticks...

[divergent-paths]

Divergent Paths Master Post

Links for Story Posts, Memes, Pics, and FAQ all below the cut~!

Alex is an aloof, sarcastic, moody, surly, and sometimes a downright ass of a teenager. He just wants to be left alone, but the universe doesn't seem to get the message. He's come to Paldea on a Student Exchange, his family hoping the time abroad helps him find what he needs.

Max is the polar opposite, an energetic, happy, wholesome young teen with a love for grass type Pokémon and sports. Nailing a sponsorship from the Kalos Tourism Board and then an endorsement from Galar's own Champion to boot, Max has eagerly come to Galar to pursue all his interests at once in the League Challenge.

Main Story

Posts 1-60 Available On Comic Fury~!

Recent Posts: 61 ✧ 62 ✧ 63 ✧ 64 ✧ 65 ✧ 66 ✧ 67 ✧ 68 ✧ 69 ✧ 70 71 ✧ 72 ✧ 73 ✧ 74 ✧ 75 ✧ 76 ✧ 77 ✧ 78 ✧ 79 ✧ 80

If you're looking for one specific boy, all posts for Alex are tagged with 'AJKS' while everything Max is tagged as 'CMAX'.

Memes

Old Man Meme Staaaairs (Kung Fu Panda 2) No, This is Patrick

Misc Pics

Main Cast Chibis Holidays '22 ✧ Holidays '23 New Year '23 ✧ New Year '24 Tera Axel Swearing Poll Tera Raid NPCs April Fools '23 ✧ April Fools '24 Alex Birthday '23 ✧ Alex Bday '24 Max Birthday '23 ✧ Max Bday '24 Easter '23 ✧ Easter '24 Halloween '23 ✧ Halloween '24 Pkmn Sleep Friend Codes

Asks

Max Asks: OPEN

Max Answers #1: Pokemon at Home Max Answers #2: Uniform Number Max Answers #3: If Max was a Pokemon… Max Answers #4: Congrats on Badge!

Alex Asks: OPEN

Alex Answers #1: Pokemon at Home Alex Answers #2: Food at Home Alex Answers #3: If Alex was a Pokemon… Valentines '24 ♡ Val. #2 ♡ White Day '24 Alex Answers #4: Ride Speed Alex Answers #5: Honorary Rock Type? Both Asked #1: Choose Between... Both Asked #2: Hisui Lesson Both Asked #3: In-Game Avatars Both Asked #4: Dating Prefs Both Asked #5: Fave Legends

OP Answers #1: ALEX SUCKS OP Answers #2: Master Post OP Answers #3: Other Stories? OP Answers #4: Foxy Grandpa OP Answers #5: Family Ties

Lato Asks??? Lato Ask #1 -- Lato Ask #2

About the Players:

Pokémon Violet is being played by one-half of a dynamic duo (Taz/Trina of tazsaintsart) while Pokémon Sword is being played by the other half (Hope, aka gleaming_hope). Since our respective games are new to us, and we wanted to share our thoughts and quips and feelings on these games through the eyes of our youngest characters, Alex and Max. Additionally, we have the support of our friends Dia (@diamondphantom) and Alyss (@calicowitchling) who are assisting Taz with filling in character tones on story posts~!

FAQ:

Q: Is there a set posting schedule? A: Hell no. Making a schedule and deadlines is the quickest way to destroy my motivation to draw. The pressure turns into anxiety which turns into guilt which turns into shame and then nobody gets anything fun anymore.

Q: Sword's old! Why would you include it? A: Because it's new to Hope (OP's husbando) and he has his own quirky sense of humour worth sharing too. Besides, it means more story posts for you and I feel it's a great counterbalance to the story of Violet.

Q: Will you include the DLC? A: Eventually! Gotta' finish the main story first!

Q: Is it just me, or is the scaling/heights between characters a bit wonky? A: It's not you! The in-game player charas skewed my perception so it took me a while to figure out character heights that I could use consistently, so Alex might seem shorter than he should be in earlier posts, while Max was a bit bigger than he was meant to be.

Q: What's this 'Lato' thing I keep seeing mentioned? A: Lato is a fan region based on Poland, created by this blog's art assistant @diamondphantom~ In Alex's canon/backstory, he had a particularly lengthy school trip through the region four years prior to Paldea. It doesn't really affect the current story beyond showing that Alex has had a significant mood shift in the four years since the school trip.

Q: Will you draw '_____'? A: Maybe, maybe not! Aside from a set motivation for the boys, posts will just be whatever we feel like sharing.

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[honeycombwhims]

Some mermaids to go along with Mermay! All CC links can be found below 🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️

(Going from left to right in the first pic)

Defaults: Eyes / Skintones / Eyelashes 1 2 EA Eyelashes Remover /

Mermaid Defaults: Scales / Eyes (adfly warning) /

Jasper Floyd: Skin Overlay / Hair / Beard / Eyebrows / Body Hair / Scars 1 2 / Tattoo / Plugs / Shirt / Jeans / Boots /

Raymond Hawley: Skin Overlay / Vitiligo / Hair / Eyebrows / Body Hair / Shirt (Caspian Shirt) / Pants (Allen Pants) / Shoes (Movie Hangout Stuff) /

Mari Ito: Skin Overlay / Hair / Eyebrows (Éclair) / Piercing / Earring / Choker / Nails (Chipped Nails) / Tattoo / Liner (adfly warning) / Blush / Eyeshadow (adfly warning) / Lipstick / Shirt / Pants (Misuru Pants) / Boots / 

Leila Robins: Skin Overlay / Hair / Eyebrows / Stretch Marks / Eyeshadow (Ivy Eyeshadow) / Lip gloss (Stockholm Gloss) / Choker / Shirt / Skirt / Shoes (Daisy Version) / Nails (Spa Day) / 

~ Mermaid Form: Tail / Lip Gloss (Cyprus Lip Gloss) / Blush (Poppy Blush) /

Gallery ID: NightWriter56

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Rating the star wars guy’s himbo energy

......yes. (Side note, just because someone might have a lil himbo energy in ‘em, doesn’t mean they aren't smart, amazing, capable characters! Also I found like half of these pics on google so I don’t know who to credit them to, sorry!)

Anakin Skywalker

7/10 on the himbo scale! Now don’t get me wrong, dude is smart as fuck! Mans’ can pilot, build smartass robots, and lead an army! BUT HE”S SO IMPULSIVE! dose he even brain??? He makes up for it by being such a sweetheart tho! Ani drinks his respect women juice! He still lil’ dumb sometimes tho, I mean, do we have to get into the sand stuff?

Obi Wan Kenobi

5.5/10. At first glance you wouldn't think Obi has that much himbo in him, but think again! My guy yetted himself out that window in AOTC! And that jump before the ‘hello there.”? Obi, I know you like to flirt but not with death. He also gets into an absurd amount of dumb situations no matter how smart he is, so he gets bonus himbo points for that.

Luke Skywalker

6/10. What can I say, baby boi takes after his dad. Luke is himbo in the way that he’s just so cute and sweet, He’s so pure, purest of the himbos! I feel like he just spaces out alot. Like, you’re talking to him about something important but you know he’s not paying attention, he’s thinking about this seasons new space channel boots. 

Han Solo

8/10. I think this image speaks for it’s self

Din Jarin 

2/10. No one is immune to himbo energy, not even Mando. Dude is just a confused space dad trying to take care of his gremlin child. He may not know whats going on or why Grogu makes things float, but he’s trying his best!

Mace Windu

0/10. I lied. One person is immune to himbo energy. (He’s shaking his head at how dumb this list is.)

Yoda. 

1000/10. Himbo energy in unparalleled, scientists have been baffled for decades! What’s so impressive about Yoda’s himbo energy is that half the time he is completely normal. One minute he’s a calm Jedi master, the next he’s hitting you with a stick! He is a himbo god.

Tagging people, (I’m so sorry): @anakinswhore​ @chokemeanakin​ @princessxkenobi​ @rentskenobi​ @karasong​ @dexthtoyounglings​ @darthserling​

[wolfgirlandfarmboy]

Catch and Release

Yeah it might be 2 am but here’s a fic I wrote based off this hella old pic I drew.

Summary: Jack is a cabin-boy-turned-shark bait after the recent discovery that he's been hiding a treasure of his own from the captain. The lad is now stuck between ice cold waters and an ice cold captain with hopes a very specific fish will bite.

As Jack kneeled at the boots of his captain, he considered how things could have gone differently.

How he could have been sneakier when it came to keeping his secret hidden.

How he could have just ignored those silver eyes that lurked under the surface of the water.

How he could have just avoided this situation all together and not have taken up the offer of being a ship hand for the promise of treasure and riches.

His face scrunched up with the pang of regret as it hit just how much he had truly screwed up by accepting the offer of being a cabin boy on a ship in the middle of the sea where anything could happen. Jack knew he should have listened to that little voice in the back of his head that told him he should have just stayed on land and remained a farmer. Sure life was boring but at least his wouldn't be at constant risk from sunset to sundown.

The aching of his wrists from the rough prickly rope that bound his hands behind him slowly brought his attention back to the current situation at hand. The rotten and twisted stench of old rum and cigars brought him back to the giant man standing before him. Jack knew the captain had been talking this entire time but he had grown to tune his boastful slurring out after a week of being on board. He had actually grown to tune everything out around him, from the rocking of the ship, to the men around him. The ocean itself had become white noise to the cabin boy.

Maybe that's why he let his curiosity get the best of him when he heard something parrot his whistling one night. Something that cut through the white noise and terrible sea shanties of drunken pirates. A hum from the waters below that hid itself in the chorus of crashing waves. He knew of sirens and the songs they'd sing. Loud and beautiful voices that would lure fleets into rocks and sink even the sturdiest of ships. A sound so irresistible that even the most stoic of captains would melt.

And yet, Jack whistled back. The singing drunkards onboard would have never picked up on the sound over their own bellowing voices. It was one of the few times Jack was thankful he wasn't allowed any alcohol or he could have missed out on one of the few things he didn't regret on that ship.

He remembered peeking over the railings and seeing a tail disappear under the water. It was much hairier than the tails he'd imagine a mermaid having. There was no kaleidoscope of scales or fins that radiated out and captured the moonlight. Had it not been for the head of hair he had caught a glimpse of disappearing underwater, he would have mistaken it for a strange red species of seal.

And had it not been for the fact he heard another splash on the other side of the ship along with a whistle, he would have just left it at an illusion caused by lack of a good sleeping schedule. Following the sound, Jaack was faced with obstacle of actually getting down from the ship. It took him a bit before he could figure out a safe way of closing the distance between them. A rope tied to the railings and some well placed footing helped tremendously with their first meeting.

Jack's gaze softened as he remembered her pale eyes under the surface of the water. There was a strange concoction of fear and wonder as his brain processed he was only a foot away from what many consider a sea monster. That same voice that told him to stay a farmer kept pestering him to climb right back onboard the ship. He ignored it once again and whistled out the same tune, just to test the waters.

There was a minute or two of what he was now aware was hesitation before she finally surfaced, and it took Jack all night to work on getting his heart beat back on track after the skip she caused. Her lips pursed together and she whistled right back with a smile on her face.

Jack wasn't even aware of the smile that had crept onto his own face as he played the memory in his head until he felt the cold tip of a sword pressed to his cheek. The pressure was enough to break skin and the cabin boy forced himself not to grunt in pain.

"Seems as though the lad has the gull to smile in the face of his own demise!"

Jack had forgotten he was currently being punished.

Half of him was growing impatient while the other half was praying the captain would continue talking. However, his smiling seemed to have sped the process up. Jack sucked air into his clenched teeth as he felt the rope behind him get tugged-forcing him onto his feet.

"I'd say we've given this pest enough time to bid this ship goodbye! Haven't we men!" The captain turned on his heel as he spread his arms out to the crew.

A chorus of rough agreement erupted around Jack. His eye twitched as he glared daggers at the back of the man's head. If his last moments were meant to be spent bidding farewell to the worst vessel to sail the seas, he didn't mind spending them wrong.

The sound of wood being dragged along the deck grabbed his attention as he watched a man set up the plank. It was a thin board that wobbled the more it jutted out from the ship. The crew around him only grew rowdier as they filled with excitement over getting to see another poor sap thrown overboard.

Jack wished he would be tossed over and have that be it, but the long coiling rope that led from his ankles to the main mast of the ship and the twisted grin on the captain's face said otherwise.

"Set him up on the plank. But remember not to let him go yet!"

As Jack was dragged over to the rails, he couldn't resist letting his mind wander again. Away from the loud rowdy crew and the grunts of the man dragging him across the deck. His eyes locked on the surface of the ocean and how the setting sun's light seemed to dance across the waves.

The sound of water only caused him to think about her and he couldn't help but wonder if she would really risk showing up just to save a human.

After she had revealed herself to him, Jack was at a loss of words. It was probably because he wasn't expecting to get this far in his attempt to contact a mermaid. He was thankful she decided to speak first as he knew he'd ruin his first impression almost immediately.

"So, you're the source of that charming little tune." The mermaid smiled as she cocked her head to the side. Jack took note of her soft fin-like ears and how they adjusted to the sounds around her. With a gulp, he squeaked out a quick "Yesthat'sme."

She just let out a chuckle that emanated from deep within her furry chest. "Easy there, I don't plan on biting you on the first meeting. Though you do smell delicious."

That small voice was beginning to scream in Jack's head but all he could muster was, "T-thank you! I try to not smell terrible but that's very hard when you're on a ship...with barely any clean water...or decent soap." His voice only shrunk the longer he went on but that only caused the mermaid to move closer to him. Her smile only grew and it was then Jack had noticed she appeared to have fangs of some sort.

She let out what he could have sworn was a purr as she seemed to pick up on his staring. "So...do you have a name of some sort? Something I could call you besides 'The sweet smelling one'?"

"M-my name?"

"'Course! I mean, I went through the trouble of outing myself to you. I'd like to at least know what your name is."

"Um..my name is Jack. It's nothing fancy...and is actually really common but um...yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, now more self aware of his existence and just how mundane it was to this mythical being.

"You're right, it isn't too fancy...and it is mighty common," The playful smile on her face softened and Jack felt a strange sense of ease come over him. "But you are the first Jack I've met. So that makes you special. "

There was no doubt in Jack's head that she could hear how loud his heart was beating in his chest. It only grew louder as he worked up the courage to ask his next question.

"What's your name? I mean-if you're alright with sharing." His voice wobbled as he smiled nervously at her. He tried to read her expression for any potential signs of discomfort but she seemed completely at peace.

"It's only fair I share. Seeing as I have yours. My name is Nana."

Jack was jolted back to the present as he was hoisted up and over the railing. The plank didn't offer any solid footing and it shook with each ocean wave. Jack gazed down at the dark water waiting below him. It was void of any signs of life, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting for him just beneath the waves.

He swallowed hard as he finally was looking at his fate through the lens of reality. His wrists and ankles were tied and the only people present who could save him were the same ones damning him to die. A pang of dread hit his chest and his breathing got heavy. Even if he weren't restrained, he never properly learned how to swim. No matter how he looked at it, he was at the doorsteps of death.

"Today, we send our beloved cabin boy overboard to deliver him to Davy Jones himself," The captain paused as he let his men hoot in response before continuing. "But before we send the little lad packing, we need him to do one last send off. The enchanting melody that captured the attention of that beloved sea wench of his."

Jack clicked back to reality, and snapped his head towards the captain. His honey gold eyes now a furious lime green as he snarled in retaliation. "Don't call her a wench you bastard!"

The man's eyes widened briefly in shock, as did most of the crew. In all his time onboard the ship, Jack had done his best to keep his temper under control. It was one of the biggest struggles he had to overcome but his record was relatively clean. Yet, there was something about having Nana called out of her name that made him lose composure.

The sudden fist to the back of his head nearly made him lose his balance and even consciousness. A gravelly voice growled at him to not speak out of line with the captain. He credited it belonging to the first mate.

The captain simply sauntered over. "Well, will you be so kind enough as to share that with the crew?" A wicked smile came to his face, revealing his yellowed and chipping teeth. Only the canines were in good condition and that was only because of the rusting gold covering them "Or is that another secret you're going to keep to yourself young man?"

Jack remained silent, yet his eyes were filled with all the words he wished he could call the man in front of him. He knew the captain needed him to call for Nana but he also knew if he wasn't careful, he'd off him right on the plank. Jack knew he would be facing death, but he wanted to see her just one last time before he went.

The cackle that erupted from the captain nearly made him snap.

"Just as I thought. Another victim of the enchantment of the sea! Don't worry about holding out on us though! Once we reel her in, we'll get her to squeal!"

Jack watched closely as the man got closer to him, stopping just at the railing. "After all, it's a pirate's right to plunder all treasures of the sea! And whether you like it or not, that includes your wench." the captain made sure to enunciate each syllable of that last word as he walked closer to the cabin boy.

The second the captain's rotten breath hit Jack's senses, the cabin boy made his move. Mustering up what energy he had left, he twisted himself around on one foot and collided his head with the nose of the captain. He knew it wasn't enough to knock him off his feet but he did hear a grunt and something pop from the impact.

Unfortunately, the motion was too much for the plank itself and the wood gave out underneath Jack's feet. As he fell toward the ocean below, he could see the blurry image of the captain's face now covered in blood from the broken nose he had just received. It was a sight that made Jack feel as though his stupid maneuver had been worth it.

With a mocking whistle, Jack disappeared into the waters below.

The initial shock of the cold water immediately made him forget his small victory. Jack squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to go to a better place. Somewhere much warmer and safer. Where the sting of the salt water didn't reawaken the pain of his cuts inflicted by a spiteful sword. Yet, no matter what he tried, he remained in his cruel reality. The distance between him and the ship above only grew with each passing moment and his lungs began to ache with the need for air. He could feel his body temperature dropping as the bubbles rose.

With the ocean darkening around him, Jack accepted his story was coming to his conclusion and closed his eyes.

A trill and warm hands on his cheeks brought him back as the cabin boy took a peek. Saddened silver eyes were waiting for him.

"I was hoping you'd be much closer to the surface." Nana murmured as she moved closer and let out a whine. The pain in Jack's lungs were beginning to get to him but he tried his hardest to hang on just a little longer to stay with her.

Thankfully, Nana picked up on his straining and closed the gap between them. For a second, Jack pondered if this was a kiss goodbye, only to feel something spherical and softer being pushed past his lips and down his throat.

Within seconds, the aching of his lungs was gone and he felt as though he had just got a breath of fresh air. Nana lingered a little longer after giving him oxygen before she pried her lips away. "They always talk about how we drown humans that not enough people know we can save them as well."

Jack only gave a dazed smile in response and moved to hug her, only to remember he was still tied to the ship. The realization made his eyes widen as he looked up towards it. Turning his attention back to Nana, Jack struggled as he tried to get free from the rope. The only thing he was accomplishing was rubbing his skin raw.

Nana grabbed him, forcing him to stop as she reached back and felt the rope. She snarled, immediately realizing the potential fate of her cabin boy and swam behind him. Jack tried to see what she was doing as he peeked over his shoulder. There was the strange sound of something snapping alongside the strange sensation of what he guessed were teeth before Jack could move his now free hands in front of him.

He looked down to see Nana working to disconnect him from the main rope that led back to the ship. Now able to turn himself, he could see his assumptions were right as Nana gnawed him free, tugging the rope away from his legs as she returned to him. With a wide grin, Jack gave her the biggest hug, squeezing her smaller frame.

Nana's eyes widened but in a pleasant surprise, she returned the motion, squeezing him close to her as she purred against him. The two remained like that for a couple seconds before the need for air interrupted their moment. This time, Nana grabbed Jack's hand and swam upwards toward the surface.

As they broke through the water, the first thing they were met with was the sound of angry men yelling from a distance. Squinting, Jack saw the captain throwing a tantrum as he demanded his crew to reel their cabin boy in faster. His face was almost as red as the blood trickling through the finger gaps of his hand clasped over his nose.

Nana merely wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as she listened.

"Ah, I love the sound of pirates suffering."

Jack snickered in response as the crew pulled up the rope he should have been attached to. A part of him wished he was closer so he could see their expressions, but that would be a risk for both his and Nana's life. So he simply made due with their audible reactions, which were gasps of surprise alongside the captain's ear piercing cry of anger.

Jack smiled smugly "And like that, another treasure of the sea is lost."

Nana's ears perked up and Jack suddenly realized what he said. His face burned bright red as he gave her a nervous grin. A purr simply rumbled in her throat as she responded.

"So I'm a treasure, am I?" Nana leaned in, her sharp teeth peeking through her mischievous smile and Jack became a lot more aware of just how close their bodies were in the icy water. He scrambled to find his words as he felt Nana's hands on his.

"Th-that was what they kept referring to you as so I just...what's wrong?" Jack blinked curiously as the mermaid began to feel around his arm. She paused as she took notice of how much more rough the felt around his wrist.

Nana's gaze saddened "Damn, they really did a number on you...I should have came sooner."

Jack simply gave a lopsided smile back as he watched her gently rub his wrists. The aching sting from his skin being rubbed raw dulled from the mermaid's soft touch.

"You honestly didn't have to come at all...but I appreciate it."

Nana immediately snapped her head up at Jack. The fur on her chest bristled up. "Like hell I didn't! You're my first and only Jack."

The cabin boy didn't know at first how to respond. He didn't even know how he was meant to take the outburst. But his mind could focus on only one thing.

"I'm...your Jack?"

Nana's eyes widened and her cheeks turned red as she realized what she had technically just said. The two floated in the ocean for a second in silence with the faint enraged yells of pirates as a back drop before the mermaid answered.

"As of now...yes. You are my Jack. Which means whenever you get in trouble, I will come to get you." Nana smirked as she could hear Jack's heart quicken. "After all, we mermaids have a habit to never let a sailor go."

Jack swallowed hard. The voice in his head was rambling out warnings again but the cabin boy couldn't wipe the love struck smile off his face. Even if Nana was dangerous, he'd rather go out by her hand than the sword of his ex-captain.