#hopefully the clips i found fit well enough

[ginger-grimm]

OC CREATOR BINGO 2023

Casey Abernathy Character Profile for @the-magnolia-academy

I hope you like it!

[woso-fan13]

Rough Day

Today has been a rough day. There wasn’t any one big thing, rather a whole slew of somewhat minor things. 

You should have known it was going to be a bad day when your alarm went off. You could have sworn that you had hit the snooze button, but you must have hit the off button, because the next thing you notice is the sun coming in the room while someone’s pounding at the door. 

Because of your impromptu lie in, you had missed breakfast. Thankfully, Tobin had slipped you a granola bar when you got on the bus. You took one bite of it before realizing that this granola bar must have been older than you and disgusting even in its prime. It quickly found its way into a garbage can. 

And, because nothing was going your way, it of course had to be fitness testing day. It’s part of your job and it’s a privilege to be able to play amongst these girls- but you still absolutely hated the beep test. You spent your morning doing sprints and drills on any empty stomach. 

Finally, there was a break for lunch. And with all of the love and respect in the world for the nutrition staff, it was not good. You managed a few bites of it before sliding it away and grabbing a bottled smoothie and a piece of fruit. You would have done all of the fitness tests again for a peanut butter sandwich, but you knew you would have been told off for not following the team diet. 

Then came afternoon practice, which was actually pretty great, until the end. In the last half hour, you got to scrimmage and you almost scored a beautiful goal. Except Kelley took you out before you managed to and clipped your ankle. It wasn’t a serious injury, but it still hurt. 

Dinner was fine- it was definitely better than lunch. Nothing really special happened, which was probably a good thing at this point. You just had to make it through dinner and team movie night before you could go to bed. Hopefully, everything will be better tomorrow. 

But, because you were living in a nightmare day, of course movie night had to go wrong. Some of the youngsters kept insisting on a horror movie, which you were vehemently against. You hadn’t said anything before, not wanting your teammates to think you were a baby. Well, more of a baby. They already made fun of you for the fact that you were just barely old enough to drive, you didn’t need them thinking you weren’t old enough to watch a scary movie. 

But, today, enough was enough. You couldn’t handle one more thing not going your way, so you stood up for yourself. 

“No,” you whispered before saying loudly, “no.”

Your teammates all looked at you in shock, surprised by the fact that you had raised your voice. 

“Aww, c’mon, Y/N,” Sam said, “please? It’s not even that scary.”

You shake your head, “no.”

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a movie,” Sam responded. 

And then you broke. 

“N- no. I said no. No, I don’t- I don’t want it. No no no.” You’re crying at this point, a rushed mess of refusals. You’re sobbing, gasping for breath as your words become unintelligible. 

Your teammates are stunned, unaware of your bad day that had led to this point. Over 20 pairs of eyes are staring at you, unsure as to what to do. 

Finally, Tobin comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around you. You freak out, fighting to get out of her arms. She simply holds on tighter, picking you up from the bed. It’s not a comfortable position for either of you, but she wanted to get you away from the crowd who was watching your breakdown like it was a movie. 

Tobin looks at Christen before nodding her head at the door, the other woman getting up and holding the door open for Tobin to wrangle your uncooperative, fighting, breathless body out into the hallway. Christen pulls the door shut and Tobin puts her back to it, sliding down with you still in her arms. On the other side of the door, Kristie is laying into her sister. 

You’re sitting between Tobin’s legs, your back to her chest. One of her arms is wrapped over your arms and torso, keeping them locked down. Her other hand is on your forehead, holding your thrashing head still and pressing it into her shoulder. She’s cooing softly into your ear, coaching you through your breathing and murmuring sweet things. 

“Big breath in, good, hold it, okay, big breath out. You’re doing so well, kiddo, another big breath in and hold. Good, good, and let it out. You’re okay, you’re safe. Breathe in, hold. I’m so proud of you- let it out- so, so proud of you. Just keep breathing, I’m not going anywhere.”

As Tobin coaches you through your breathing, Christen sits on the floor across the hall. She’s not quite close enough to touch you, giving you space. She’s sitting cross-legged, calmly breathing and watching. She watches as your fighting slowly lessens, eventually becoming limp in Tobin’s arms. You’re breathing evens out, and- a few minutes later- your tears stop. 

You’re so tired, but you’re finally calm. Tobin relaxes her grip slightly, no longer containing you but keeping the reassuring pressure. You turn slightly, burying your head into her neck as you hiccup. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s warm, it’s dark. It’s okay. 

You’re unaware how much time passes before you feel a gentle hand settle on your head, running gently through your hair. You knew it couldn’t be Tobin, both of her arms still firmly wrapped around you. 

You take your head out of your safe place, still resting it heavily on Tobin’s shoulder. Christen is crouched in front of you, a soft frown on her face. You had been so wrapped up in your head that you hadn’t realized that she was there. You hadn’t even realized that you were no longer in the room with everyone else, but you can bet that you have Tobin to thank for that. 

Christen gives you a small smile, moving her hands to rest on the sides of your face. Her thumbs rub gently, brushing away the tear tracks. She doesn’t release her grip when she’s finished, just keeping your head in her hands for a minute and staring at your tired face. Your eyes were red and puffy, giant bags under your eyes. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve had a hard day.”

You stay quiet, only nodding slightly. You feel Tobin press a kiss to the top of your head, reassuring you. 

Christen nods in response, standing up. Once on her feet, she reaches down for you. You reach up for her, allowing her to hook her hands under your armpits and pull you off of the floor and into her arms. Your arms and legs wrap around her, your tired head resting on her shoulder. 

Tobin scrambles up from the floor and heads toward their room. You don’t pay attention as they walk past your room, Tobin opening their door and holding it as Christen carries you in. You were beyond exhausted at this point, and when Christen tries to set you on the bed, your grip tightens. She chuckles, sitting in the bed as you cling to her. She keeps one arm wrapped around you, the other rubbing your back. 

Tobin comes over a minute later, holding a pair of pajamas. The two women quickly help you into them, the clothes swamping your body. You’re still sitting on Christen’s lap, leaning heavily against her. Tobin has settled next to the two of you, the three of you quiet. 

You’re almost asleep when Christen makes a move to shift you to lay on the bed. You whine, and she instantly readjusts you into her lap. Your breathing slows down, your body completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. 

Christen looks over to where Tobin is watching you closely, as if something’s going to happen to you. 

“She’s okay,” Christen whispers, reassuring her. “She’s going to be okay, we’ve got her.”

[welcome-to-green-hills]

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS CHALLENGE-

The Movie Series means so much to me. I've been a Sonic fan for more than 10 years. It's one of my personal favorite franchises but in the last couple of years in the 2010s, it was hard for me to enjoy literally anything if no body likes anything. Unfortunately it's still like that, but back then, it was BAD.

Then the first news for the first movie came to public and despite everyone's worries, I was EXCITED AS FUCK for the movie. I never even heard of Ben Schwartz until I heard he was gonna voice Sonic and the instant I looked up a clip from DuckTales and Rise of the TMNT, I fell in LOVE with his voice and his outstanding voice acting. (That dude is responsible for me becoming a fan of DuckTales, TMNT, Randy Cunningham, etc.)

The first trailer, the manhog one, kind of made the Sonic fandom a laughing stock for months. I honestly didn't think his design was that bad (Before I saw the redesign anyway lol) but I was excited for the movie regardless.

But DUDE... Nothing could ever make me fall in love with the franchise again, let alone replace a favorite version of Sonic of mine, than finally seeing Sonic Wachowski's new look. I never squealed so hard on my life.

Seeing the movie at theaters meant a lot because it was the first time I've ever been to a real movie theater since I was 2 or 3. I was nervous because of my sensory, but it won't stop me from watching the Blue Devil on screen. (My dad got me some noise cancelling headphones but they didn't even fit me that well so I just watched movie 1 and 2 without them and it surely was an experience. It wasn't until he got me much better sports professional ones when we went to see the Mario Movie on IMAX. Nice save dad. XD)

For a long time, I watched this movie every single day the moment I got it on Steelbook. I just love everything about it. How relatable it is, the dynamics between characters, the FX and CGI, the acting/voice acting from everyone, the story, everything.

This movie holds a special place in my heart, including Finding Nemo and Lilo and Stitch because they all have thing in common: found family.

Blue precious characters feeling lost in a big world finally finding something they found home, and said home loves them back. 💕

But I never realized how much of this version of Sonic mean to me until the second film came out. I think it changed my life forever. XD

...Actually, yeah, no, I DID changed my life. That wasn't even a joke.

Everything I loved about the first movie got doubled in the second movie. Every second on screen was a joy to watch. Especially the entirety of the third act. Besides the Rise of the TMNT movie, this is one of my favorite Ben Schwartz performances. He knocked it out of the park.

The second film helped me through a lot since post-pandemic. I mean the Sonic franchise alone helped me a lot, but the Movie Series especially. (I call it the Movie Series because it's more than just the movies.)

The Knuckles show was great. It wasn't what I was expecting but I had a lot of fun watching it. I kind of wasn't expecting some Whipple family drama involving Wade's dad since that side-plot was similar to what I'm going through. (Though the difference between Wade's dad and MY dad is that mine really cares about us and we're still getting along. XD)

People have the right to feel however they wanna feel towards anything, but no one's feelings on anything can be the same as mine.

I love the Movie Series so much. It helped me through tough times and it helped me get back in the fandom fully. I am planning on getting AO3 sometime around summer, and I'll be writing a lot. (Hopefully lol)

The Blueberry Muffin is super important to me. There is no other Sonic like him. I thank the whole Movie Series for helping me throughout this decade, and Sonic Wachowski for not making me feel alone. (Including you, Mystery.)

Ohhh❤️🥹❤️

Thank you for sharing this with me. And thank you for feeling comfortable and happy enough to share this with me.

[those70scomics]

As requested by @hydesjackiespuddinpop

Tell Me About Your OTP

I've written a lot of metas about Jackie and Hyde over the years (a sampling):

And many more that can be found here (on my meta master list page).

I'm a firm believer that canon stems from character consistency as well as growth and change that is grounded (or set up) properly in storytelling. Writers for a show can and will force characters to act against their long-established natures to fit a plot idea, and T7S unfortunately does this a lot with J/H in particular during the last part of S5, beginning of S6, and too much of S7.

I can't and don't consider canon the choices, actions, and feelings that inherently and significantly contradict previous years of consistent character building -- not without a carefully written storyline that substantiates those changes from the core of the characters. Just because people who write for the show put out-of-character episodes or scenes onscreen doesn't make that writing canon.

If X character is firmly established as someone who would never do Y, but that character does Y onscreen because a show writer decided to make it so ... that's bad writing and breaks the fictional dream. In novels, an editor would (hopefully 😅) catch such an error and tell the author to revise.

I've seen plenty of non-canonical writing disrupt or even wreck otherwise consistently (well-) written shows. It's frustrating.

I've made a few comics where the T7S characters react to the OOC actions their show counterparts were forced into. Those were fun. ☺️

I've also read plenty of T7S fanfic where the authors write the characters in a far more canonical way than the T7S writers eventually did.

What we see onscreen doesn't automatically make a plotline or character development canon. Story elements must not break the fictional dream. If they do in an episode (or season) that airs on TV (or streaming service), then it's a non-canonical episode as far as I'm concerned, and I dismiss it; otherwise the internal cohesion of the fictional universe unravels. Only by embracing cognitive dissonance and not engaging in critical thinking can one accept all the contradictions as being canon.

[mbavholidayexchange]

to: @rabidvampdude from: @doublemyheight

Title: In His Arms | Rating: Teen | Word Count: 2,162

It started with a simple task that Benny had been given, decorating the roof for Christmas. He and Grandma didn’t really celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense, but she had understood that he was a kid who was going to question why they didn’t. Before he knew about magic he had always thought it was because they weren’t particularly religious so she had changed Christmas around to fit what she wanted it to be, he still got presents though so he wasn’t made about it. Now he knew about magic he understood it a lot more.

Anyways, the roof decorating. He had been given the task two years ago which Grandma had heavily supervised, and it had gone really well. So today when he went down for breakfast Grandma had asked him to get one of his friends to help him with the task of decorating the roof.

Ethan was on a family vacation, he would be back in time for Christmas but he wasn’t here right now. And Sara and Erica had decided to go together to a concert or something, he wasn’t completely sure. That left Rory. Which, was something.

Listen, he liked Rory. Too much sometimes, the vampire was just too charming without even trying. Spending time with him was always fun, but the little bit of a crush he admitted to himself of having made him nervous to spend time with him.

He invited Rory to hang out while he put up the decorations, and Rory hadn’t been busy so he was there in a few minutes. It was cute whenever he was so eager to spend time with his friends.

Having someone who could fly was very helpful because Rory could both get the decorations and Benny onto the roof easily. No ladder necessary.

But something happened that changed the course of the roof decorating, which had been going rather well and Benny was proud about it.

First and foremost. (That was some bullshit he learned for English Essays but it fit well here.)

Benny would like to put it out into the world that the first time, for sure, was an accident on his part. He hadn’t meant to slip off of the roof as he was stringing Christmas lights up. Just one moment he was confident in not falling off as he reached for the next clip and the next he was falling to the ground.

Rory had been the only reason he didn’t get injured. The vampire had been floating, or maybe the word flying was the right word, and had been pretty close to him when he started to fall.

“Yo! Benny are you okay?!” There hadn’t even been time for Benny to scream when he realized he was falling before he had been caught. Out of pure concern for falling again Benny’s hands found themself grabbing onto Rory’s shirt.

“Uh.” Benny blinked at Rory for a moment, realizing how Rory had caught him. Bridal style.

Benny didn’t know how else Rory was supposed to catch him but the fact he was caught like this made a slight blush rise to his cheeks.

Hopefully, it was too cold for the vampire to notice.

“Yeah, um, I’m fine. Thank you for catching me.” He was so fine, the finest.

“I’m glad, you almost got hurt. Good thing I was here, right?”

“Yeah, good thing you were here.” He was very glad in fact.

Rory smiled at him before Benny felt them both rising slowly and gently Rory put him back on the roof. Steadying him with firm hands.

“Try not to fall off again. But if you do I’ll just catch you.” Rory smiled so wide, bright, and familiar that Benny smiled back.

And a small part of his brain thought of Rory keeping to that, of catching him again. Benny hadn’t minded the feeling of Rory holding him like that, the other was plenty strong enough to do it with ease. Maybe his heart would combust if Rory held him and smiled at him like that again.

He might as well try, shouldn’t he? What was the harm? Well maybe it would distress Rory but besides that, he didn’t see another excuse.

After a few minutes of working on the roof and making his way down, Rory flew next to him just quietly watching, he knew it was time to fall again.

With a deep breath, he loosened his footing and leaned toward the ground, his shoulder fell first and for a brief moment, Benny looked up at the blue sky. There was no panic just hope that Rory would catch him.

As fast as last time Benny felt arms almost scoop him from the air and Rory’s face was in his focus now.

“Woah! Benny, are you okay? You fell again!”

“I’m fine Rory, I’m fine.” Fuck Rory was pretty when he looked up at him like this, even if Rory’s eyebrows were furrowed and he looked concerned.

They were moving again and Benny hated it, moving meant Rory was putting him down and he didn’t want that. He wanted to stay in Rory’s arms for a little bit longer, just a little bit longer.

Benny tried his best to not keep the disappointment on his face.

“I’m fine Rory don’t worry.”

“Well I’m going to worry, do I need to get your grandma?”

“No don’t get her! I’m fine really. Just fell again.”

Rory was hesitant when he put Benny back on the roof. Which was fair if Benny thought about it, but really Rory should have held him more it was too comfortable in his arms.

“Thanks, Rory.” And Benny fully admitted to himself that he thanked Rory cause he wanted to be smiled at, which was successful.

A few minutes later he was falling off again, purposely so he would be caught, which he was by a even more worried looking Rory.

"Benny?! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine dude." Benny felt himself blush, he hoped that it just looked like he was cold.

"Are you sure I can't go get you help?"

"Come on Rory, I'm sure."

Benny turned back to decorating the roof and tried really hard to focus again but Rory was practically hovering beside him. So Benny decorated slower, partly cause he was distracted but also because he was paying attention to Rory silently next to him.

There was a sound off behind them which caused Benny to look over his shoulder at it, Rory looked over too and they saw a truck passing by, someone they didn't know inside it.

Rory floated up the rest of the way and sat on the edge of the roof, he had some kind of vampire thing that made it so he was aware if danger would come. The person probably didn’t know that vampires existed and it was some kind of survival thing for Rory.

Said truck driver waved at the two of them and Rory happily waved back, Benny nodded, and so the truck went by. Rory stayed on the roof. Benny continued decorating and got a few more feet ahead before he decided to fall off again. Rory was still watching him he could tell. The wind was cold and it blew over them and Benny wanted the warmth of being held.

“Woah!” Rory yelled as he caught Benny. “Benny!”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Fuck, that’s too many times now.” he paused, “I don’t think you should be decorating, I don’t want you falling again.”

He felt himself being lowered down bit by bit, slowly, and he was thankful for it. It gave him more time to be held by Rory, but at the same time, it meant he probably wouldn’t be held by Rory again. But, he was pretty sure he had worried him big time.

“Maybe you need to go eat something...”

“I’m fine Rory, but maybe you should decorate instead of me.”

“Yeah! I can do that!” Rory smiled a bit and placed Benny on the ground again. “Go eat something before you come back I’m worried.”

He nodded and went inside, maybe Rory was right and he needed to clear his mind from whatever was causing him to do that. Well, affection and a crush probably were messing with his better sense of judgment.

A few minutes later he was heading back outside, Rory had made good progress. Benny had gotten a snack and also brought out his speaker so he could put on music for the two of them.

He chose a song and laid on the ground looking up at Rory. He practiced a spell, one that was a bit childish, and made floating lights. Rory started singing along it was cute.

Eventually, when Rory was done he flew down from the roof landed next to Benny, and laid down with him. Looking up at the finished Christmas decorations, listening to music, being a little bit chilly on the ground.

“Do you think your Grandma will be happy with the roof?”

“Yeah, she will be. Thank you for your help, Rory.”

“Of course Benny, anytime. Are you feeling better now?”

Laying next to Rory he did feel better actually, it was nice. Really nice, a bit cold but a moment Benny wanted to remember. Maybe soon he would figure out how to tell Rory how he felt but until then he was stuck with a crush.

“Hey, do you have hot chocolate?”

“I do, do you want some?”

“Yeah, I do.”

He smiled and stood up, offering a hand to Rory just cause, which was taken. He led them inside, not letting go of Rory’s hand, fuck he was so gay.

They drank their hot chocolate together watching some movie Benny didn’t pay attention to, next to each other but not close enough. When his Grandma came home she said “Good job on the decorations” and he smiled to himself and told her to thank Rory for most of it. Which made Rory smile in turn.

---

Rory knew when Benny fell the second time that something was up. Of course he did, he knew Benny pretty well after all. At first he wasn't sure exactly why Benny was purposely falling off the roof but for sure he was doing it.

Maybe he was testing Rory to see what he would do? He wasn't completely sure.

The third time he had to catch him he was pretty sure Benny had been blushing, as well as the fourth. It was strange but Rory had seen Benny blush before so he knew what it looked like.

So he had put Benny on the ground, convinced him to go eat something and took over decorating. Which he patted himself on the back for being able to do so well. And after the two of them laid down on the cold ground for a while he asked for hot chocolate.

Not that he actually wanted some, but he just wanted to get Benny out of the cold.

Hours later he was still at Benny's house, playing Mario Kart together when Rory realized a possible reason for Benny's earlier actions. He was laying down but Benny was sitting up.

"Hey Benny do you mind if I try something?"

"What is it?"

"This."

Rory sat up, started to fly and then picked the other up bridal style once again.

"Whoah!"

"So I was thinking earlier about what could of been causing you to fall of the roof on purpose and I have come to the conclusion that you wanted to fly with me." It made perfect sense, Benny hadn't managed to do flight spells but he had tried multiple times to learn how. But if he wanted to fly with Rory then he would be happy to volunteer."

"What? Uh no that wasn't it."

"So you were falling off the roof because of something else? What was it?"

"Uh nothing, forget about it." Benny was holding onto Rorys shirt but he was saying nothing about still being held. Which confused Rory.

"But I want to know why?"

"It's nothing." Benny looked away, blushing.

Wait a fucking second.

"Do you like being held?"

Benny started sputtering but his blush grew.

"Oh! If you wanted that you could of just asked." Rory smiled. He wanted to hold Benny all of the time now, any chance he got, and any chance he was given. Benny was warm and it was a bit funny to want to be held like this, he wouldn't say it out loud though.

"No!" It sounded like a lie to his ears. "No that's, that's not it." He was still blushing.

And Benny closed his eyes and sighed, looking like he was thinking.

"I like you Rory," and Rory was about to respond when, "like I have a crush on you kind of like."

"Oh." Rory felt himself lift them both higher.

Fuck Benny had a crush on him? Him! No way!

"No way!"

"Yes way. I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, I know that I do."

"Woah." Him!

Benny said he liked him! He was so fucking excited.

"I like you too!"

"Really?!"

"Yeah! I thought you were straight though but if you like me well fuck that. Do you want to go on a date? Please? Cause there's the Christmas light show and I always wanted to go there with someone I liked."

"I'd like that."

Benny smiled, and Rory smiled and his head hot the ceiling so they laughed and it was a good day.

[bryan360]

Fintie Slim Case for my Samsung Galaxy Tab E 9.6 - Full Item Review

Time for another round of bringing today’s review on April 2024. I’m thankful enough after getting through some secret art trade errands later, but for awhile working some art projects in secret like always. For now though, it’s time to focus on bringing this before saving two item reveals later. This here’s my new slim tablet case branded from Fintie. You’ll probably remember back where I’d had the first branded one from last year. This time, it’s for my Samsung Tab E device that may surprise you. Never thought I’d brought back with this older tablet for so long, but mostly few years back where I’d had to turn off due to an unfortunate incident for its USB charging cable. (Link Here)

I don’t wanted to running off its battery life if I’d continued to use it afterwards. Well lucky for me, the wait is finally over as I’m planning to save for my next review soon.

⬆️ (1st to 3rd Images) (March. 27th, 2024 from 5:20 to 5:21 A.M.; two days ago after receiving my slim tablet case from my mom.)

I’d unboxed from its packaging, but sure bring back that time for my first Fintie tablet case unboxing we’d ordered by mistake last year. Let’s just say I learned a lesson not to rush in before ordering the wrong item with my mom. At least now I have with the JETech tablet case(s) for my 5th gen iPad later….twice. 😅

(Link Here #2)

(Link Here #3)

(Link Here #4)

Thankfully after careful consideration through Amazon.com searches, I found the right size for my old Samsung tablet to fit in; hopefully.

⬆️ (4th to 7th images; from 5:23 to 5:25 A.M.) (Edited)

Continuing on with my first iPad Air tablet case from Fintie, I just wanted to make a quick comparison between with the slim tablet case to give it a better look. Seems that the iPad Air case was bigger than the slim case I’d topped with. Though no surprise for having their different designs that were made for specific tablet sizes. Having said that, at least I’d gotten this shown unless if I can have my own iPad Air to bring; whether or not for this year later.

⬆️ (8th and 16th Images; from 5:27 to 5:30 A.M.) (Edited)

Just before I can move forward, I wanted to bring my previous tablet case for this review. Unfortunately, this is exactly where I'm about to move on after with my previous tablet case showing its age. if you wanted to refresher your memories, this is my ProCase Galaxy Tab E 9.6 Case I'd had with me since Oct. 21st, 2020. I've talk about it throughout my previous review that trying to secure my android tablet for recent years. It does came with its own stylus pen, but rarely use even after covered up in the first half segment. 🤷

(Link Here #5)

(Link Here #6)

However as of 2024, it's time for my ProCase tablet case for retirement. Despite having to hold on; at least while with my Samsung tablet device temporarily turned off for so long. Though being said, it finally to show its age as I took photos with my 5th gen iPad. There's even some tape I'd tried to patch on the top; from the inside as I opened the case itself. As much it was disappointing to see, but that’s exactly where I’m saving my new tablet case already. At least knowing it’ll be kept safe into my drawers as my choice. Not before I can use it for another comparison later though.

⬆️ (17th to 22nd Images; from 5:32 to 5:34 A.M.) (Four edits; two separate own images)

Now we’re getting into my new slim tablet case a closer look. It’s gonna be different than what I did with my ProCase tablet case; after years of using. I’d even check around with its slim back shell design to the magnetic clip-on every time of open and closes. It doesn’t have sleep/wake function with my Samsung tablet, but at least does secure to protect its touchscreen I was thinking of. 🤔

Having said that, it was a nice slim case to show. 🙂👍

⬆️ (23rd to 28th Images; from 5:35 to 5:37 A.M.) (Four edits; two separate own images)

I went on making another comparison with my ProCase tablet case afterwards. It was pretty obvious both cases had made with different materials and fitting sizes when inserting my android tablet. Though my new slim case well be slightly lighter, but alongside with its hard shell design as I’d mentioned before. Not bad, however it seems my older case was a bit bigger than the slim case in my opinion.

⬆️ (29th to 37th Images; from 5:40 to 5:44 A.M.) (Four edits; five separate own images)

I’m now finally set up with my android tablet into this new slim case that you’d been waiting for. As expected, it fits neatly as I’d hoped that it was advertised. It also do in angles to make like a keyboard stand for typing; except while my android tablet turned off for now. Looks good still.

My Experience/Overall Thoughts: ⬇️

I’m very good after owning this new slim case that I wanted it for my old android tablet. I’m gonna miss with my previous tablet case that did the job of secure years later. With this new one though, at least its something I can get used to.

Hope you guys like my full review I’d worked on. It took days to get there from the beginning, but at least I’d tried my best of giving thoughts for my new slim case. Of course I’m not done as I’m saving my next review with two items to reveal. For now though, it’s finally break time for me. 🙂👍 Link down for more details with the Fintie Slim Case Tablet if you’re interested. ⬇️

Also….

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[xiv-wolfram]

I'm new to tumblr and looking to start my own visual stories. I stumbled upon yours through the suggestions and I am INVESTED. Raubae is a beautiful man and Wolfram and he are a beautiful couple!

Can you give a noob visual storyteller pointers on how to get started with their own comics?

OMG THANK YOU!!! 😭 I'm totally normal about them. I also want to apologize for Tumblr being a bit of a mess in terms of following the comics. Highly recommend the Carrd for chronological links.

As for comics - I'm far from an expert but I do see myself getting better with each one I make so hopefully some of this will help. 🤞

Read a bunch of different types of graphic novels. Pick the ones you like the most and pay attention to how they do things. I personally like lots of dialogue and character development, dramatic lighting, and focusing on facial expressions. Others focus on the action or scenery. Some a mix of both (which I'm working towards). Just find inspiration in what you love and let it help you find your style. 😁 Looking into how comics are made and what the different speech bubbles mean/text decoration/etc was helpful.

Use Clip Studio Paint or a program like it. Basically you want something that will let you cut out comic frames and add dialogue boxes easily. It really streamlines the workflow.

Write out "scripts" before GPosing. I know some folks who can freestyle but for me scripts with minor stage direction and dialogue have helped a lot. I have a different numbered line for each GPose I need to take too.

Everyone does plot/characterization differently. IDK if you were curious about that but I personally focus my plot around 3 main storylines - WolfBahn relationship arc, Wolfram's voidsent problem/past trauma, and MSQ. These plotlines overlap A LOT and come to a head in Endwalker. A lot of folks focus on their OC (I of course do.) but its also nice to develop the NPCs in some way. Most of Raubahn's development comes from MSQ which makes that easy but I do take time to touch on some of the things MSQ doesn't cover heavily like his recovery after being rescued from Halatali or the toll fighting to liberate Ala Mhigo takes on him. So I guess I just think - stories are more engaging if you flesh out the NPCs a bit. That may be personal preference though...

Really know your characters. I've found answering WoLQoTDs helps a ton. Along those lines - a timeline of their major events. Mine includes Eorzean events like The Autumn War and Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo so I can fit my character's story in with the greater world. Before starting the comics I had a summary of his story on his Carrd (it's down now though). I also made a family tree. Replaying cutscenes helps get me in the zone to write too. Knowing them really well makes the writing flow pretty effortlessly.

Spend the time to edit each screenshot. I didn't do enough of this starting out and regret it. Even just upping the sharpness makes a big difference. Highly reccomend hitting it with the dodge/burn if you have time. The images will be smaller than most gposes so zooming in or cropping closer can help show the fine details (another place CSP shines).

Make dialogue box text large enough so that the majority of users on mobile won't need to zoom in. What I've been doing is 50 in CSP.

This one I don't do - but I should. Have someone with good grammar who also actually enjoys your story go over your comic before you post it. Ideally over the script as well. They'll point out grammatical mistakes but also since they're fans they may have some cool character insights you hadn't thought of!

Don't be discouraged if you get less "likes" than you do for GPoses. I usually get way less. On the flip side I get more actual interaction with the comics. Nice convos. It's how I've met some of my best buddies! So it's a good trade-off IMO. Most important of all - it's FUN to tell stories!

I hope this was helpful. Feel free to DM if you have more specific questions/want to have a convo too. I'm always excited to see more GPose comics! :D

[corner-stories]

what the funk?

Todd Rice. Jesse Chambers. Rick Tyler. Damon Matthews. Brunch. Double Dates. Babies. Dramatic DMs. 1407 words. (ao3.)

Todd Rice was smiling from ear to ear. 

Which to the blond attorney sitting across the restaurant table was a common occurrence, but to the couple joining them for brunch was certainly not. 

Nonetheless, Jesse and Rick were happy to see that bringing their infant son on a double date was a fantastically good idea. 

As Todd held Johnny Tyler on his lap and cooed over the little one’s every action, Jesse sat beside the pair and couldn’t wipe the grin from her face. It was always nice to see which JSAers got along well with her son, doubly so if both parties seemed to adore one another. 

On the table was a spread of food fitting for a group of yuppie twenty-somethings in New York — eggs benedict, smoked bacon, everything bagels, and enough avocado slices to justify the hefty price tag. 

And on the other side of said table sat Damon and Rick — i.e the other brunch participants who could only watch as Todd poured all of his attention to the baby on his lap. 

“Well, Todd, you did always have a thing for blonds…” Damon quipped. 

Todd shot his boyfriend a brassy look as a smirking Damon poured cream into his coffee. 

Fortunately, little Johnny hadn’t much time in his life for petty comments. Instead, his priority had become the contents on the table in front of him. Todd and Jesse watched in amusement as Johnny reached his tiny hands outwards and grasped his stubby fingers around the first thing he could find. Hopefully Todd wouldn’t mind the boy stealing the remains of his bagel. 

Curiously, Johnny wasted no time in taking the object and learning more about it in the only way he could — by stuffing it into his mouth and pressing his gums against it.

Todd remained playful as he gently pried the morsel away from the little guy. “Careful, buddy, you don’t have enough teeth for that yet.” 

Jesse nodded along. “Yeah, we’ll work on it later.” Smartly, she found a different piece of food on the table — one that Johnny was more accustomed to eating — and quickly placed it into his hand. 

Despite the dull look in his baby blues, Johnny had no complaints about being handed a strawberry slice and lifted it up into his mouth. 

Just as Johnny did so, Rick looked up from his meal and reacted the way that most fathers did when their child did something adorable. 

“Oh, hold up, I gotta get this!” the Man of the Hour said in a lively, excited tone. 

From his pocket Rick pulled out his smartphone and held it up. Recording little Johnny eating a strawberry while sitting on Uncle Todd’s lap was too good of a photo op to miss. 

The second Todd saw Rick documenting the scene for future generations to see, he grinned. He just couldn’t find it in him to spoil the joy of a father who wanted to remember every good memory of his son’s upbringing. 

Instead, Todd let the moment be recorded and even gave Rick’s camera a cheeky grin.

Once the short clip was recorded, Rick gave it a quick look over before glancing at Todd. 

“Mind if I post this?” he asked. “My mom likes to see… everything, basically.” 

Todd nodded. “Go ahead.”

Rick went ahead with his request as the remaining brunch attendees continued to enjoy their meals. 

As they dug into poached eggs, croissants, and arugula salad, the sun above shined a ray of warmth onto the patio. It was one of those days in May that was either late spring or early summer — one could never truly tell — and what mattered the most was that the remains of winter had finally melted away. 

As Todd watched Jesse feed her son a few more dainty strawberry slices, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Judging by the duration of each vibration, he guessed that someone was texting him several times in a row. Upon retrieving his phone and looking at the screen he realized that he was right, but not in the way he expected. 

As he read the barrage of all caps messages inside of his DMs, Todd furrowed his eyebrow. 

“Jeez, Jennie what the…” 

Jesse shot Todd a cautious glance. 

“...funk,” Todd soon corrected. He held his phone up to the Speedster sitting next to him. “I think Jennie’s jealous.” 

Curiously, Jesse adjusted her glasses and looked over the messages. For the sake of the two himbos sitting across from her, she read the words out loud. 

“Todd, what the funk? You and Damon and Jesse and Rick are going to brunch at some bougie patio cafe and you didn’t even invite me?” she recited in a comically dull tone, which had the effect of downplaying the message’s intensity yet emphasizing the absurdity. 

The message timestamps and the nature of the social media platform confirmed that Jennie was responding to Rick’s newly uploaded clip, the one depicting baby Johnny eating a strawberry while lounging on Uncle Todd’s lap. Whether it be the cuteness of the situation or the sight of the picturesque Manhattan cafe that spurred the dramatics, no one could tell. 

Damon chuckled and Rick rolled his eyes at Jennie’s usual theatrics, whereas Todd let out a sigh. Judging by his exasperation, things like this were common in the life of being Jennifer-Lynn Hayden’s brother. 

“Maybe I should’ve invited her…” Todd bemoaned, running his hand through his hair. 

“Why?” Rick shrugged off. He cut himself a piece of eggs benedict topped with the right amount of hollandaise sauce and speared it with his fork. “So she could be a sixth wheel?”

“I mean…” Todd started, then sighed. “...she likes to be included in things.”  

“Yeah, I can tell,” Rick said, putting the morsel of food into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he continued to speak. “Come on, man, just like… buy her a treat or something, she’ll forgive you eventually.” 

Damon let out a laugh as he took another sip of his coffee. “Rick, she’s a person, not a dog.” 

Rick rolled his eyes as most of the brunch table — sans Todd — laughed at him. “Still, you get what I mean.”

Jesse gently nudged Todd. “Maybe tell her that sometimes you and Damon want to do things with other couples,” she explained calmly, handing Todd’s phone back to him with the softest touch. “I’m sure she’ll understand.” 

Once more, Todd nodded along. For all the talk he had about being able to communicate effectively with Jennie, some things were slightly more difficult to get across. Todd’s general introversion and Jennie’s tendency for theatrics did not help in one bit. 

Perhaps he was overthinking things. Surely, Jennie — who had been in more relationships than him — could understand a couple’s desire to do things with other couples. 

In fact, he and Damon had been looking for friends to double date with for the longest time. Having his sister third wheel them to a movie or an art gallery lacked a certain kind of connection that could only be fulfilled by another couple. 

What made the situation ideal was that everyone seemed to get along — Todd and Rick bonded over their favorite Sondheim musicals while Jesse and Damon discovered that they went to the same school for their undergrad. 

“Exactly, what she said,” Damon added, clicking his tongue and pointing to Jesse in the way that only attorneys with expensive educations could. 

In times like this, Todd would quip about whether this was the stuff that Carnegie Mellon grads paid $60,000 to learn, but now he wouldn’t dare do so in front of another alum. Clearly, the only education he was comfortable insulting was that of his boyfriend’s and no one else’s. 

With newfound confidence in his little brunch crowd, Todd gave a gentle smile. Internally, he decided to tell his sister his thoughts in a few minutes, knowing that given some time Jennie would calm down from her antics, as per usual. 

“You’re right,” Todd said, feeling more grounded with the encouragement given. “I’ll tell her in a bit though.” 

Rick continued to cut into his meal as he spoke. “And… maybe remind her that only one of you knows how to hold onto a man and it’s not her.”

And to that, the entire brunch table burst into the kind of laughter that one didn’t want to give into but let out anyway. 

[paris-rokin]

Paris' guide to making kickass Chaos Space Marines

specifically turning Berzerkers into a Legionary kill team

I had to do something with the new Khorne Berzerkers kit, so I decided to turn one into a Legionary kill team. This tutorial will follow my thought process for assembling & kitbashing models, which is my favorite part of this hobby tbh. It'll be it rambley & I probably didn't take enough pictures, but hopefully this'll inspire other hobbyists to chop up their expensive plastic & stick it back together in beautiful ways.

I'm assuming basic knowledge of model assembly; how to clip, clean, & glue plastic together is beyond the scope of my post, and extensive coverage of those topics can be found elsewhere.

Step 0a: Strategize

A Legionary team can use six astartes at a time, so I want a Chosen, Icon Bearer, Butcher, Anointed, Shrivetalon, and Gunner. I'll also make a Heavy Gunner, so I can choose between two guns each game. That leaves three models to join the Berzerker horde I already own; I'll give them two-handed weapons or a plasma pistol, as my collection lacks those options.

Step 0b: Gather bits

In addition to the Khorne Berzerker box, I have an unopened box of Blood Warriors from AoS, as well as spare parts from Bloodletters & many, many Chaos Space Marine boxes. I ordered some custom female heads from an Etsy shop, designed by Keta Minies. This project isn't as elaborate as my Berzerker horde, I'm not replacing Blood Warrior shins or anything. But it's more than enough bits to make sure none of these ten Berzerkers are 100% made out of Berzerker bits.

Step 1: Bodies

I made all ten torso & leg assemblies as per the instructions. I like to work on all of them at once, so I can compare how bits look on different poses. I've also glued the icon to its backpack.

Step 2: Two-handed weapons

Any object that's connnected to both arms is more annoying to assemble; the pose is more restricted, there's three points to glue at the same time, and (when kitbashing) you may find that certain torsos just don't fit well. Therefore, I want to do these weapons first, so I can give them any of the ten available bodies, and so I get the annoying part out of the way first.

The special & heavy weapons are taken from the Chaos Space Marines (reaper chaincannon is from the Legionaries; the same kit with an extra sprue for Kill Team). They are assembled per the instructions. The two chain weapons are Khornate eviscerators from the Khorne Berzerkers. The normal axe is the goreglaive from the Blood Warriors; I cut the smaller blade off, mostly to differentiate it from my Master of Executions, who uses the same weapon.

Before I actually glue arms to bodies, I spend a lot of time holding them in place, comparing poses, making sure everything lines up in a satisfying way.

Blood Warrior arms don't fit well on marine bodies, they must be scraped into shape. This can be a bit tricky; how you carve into the joint will determine the exact angle of the arm. I recommend doing this with one-handed weapons to get a feel for it, before trying the two-hander.

Step 3: Custom weapons

Now for my favorite part: custom weapons. I don't have another daemon blade, Shrivetalon knives, or Annointed claw from the Legionary kit. So I make my own.

For the Shrivetalon, I take a Blood Warrior axe & remove the axe head. The blade I removed from the big axe will make for a strange, short brawling weapon (my apologies for not getting a good post-assembly picture of the axe. You'll see it on the finished model below). The other arm will be the knife arm from the Chaos Space Marines missile launcher model. For the Anointed, I use a Bloodletter arm. It must be trimmed to fit under a pauldron. Note that the unseemly hole in the shoulder will be covered by the armor piece. Any bare Blood Warrior shoulders will need to be filed down a bit, as they are just too beefy to fit in a pauldron. Always dry fit, after little bits of work, to make sure you don't take too much away!

For the Chosen's daemon blade, I want a Bloodletter hellblade. First I look through the Chaos Space Marines chainsword arms for a good pose, and remove the sword from it. I remove a hellblade from a Bloodletter's arm. Simply gluing the blade & hilt to the hand could work, but I don't trust that to hold, so I get the hand drill. I put a rod through the hand, connecting the blade & hilt, so now those tiny joins aren't so fragile.

Step 4: Oh yeah, it's all comin' together

Now I can start gluing the rest of the arms to bodies, as well as backpacks & pauldrons. There are infinite choices to be made here. A backpack with more skulls might make more sense on a leader, or one with horns growing out of it may be better for the Anointed, for example. For the left shoulders, I've used blank pauldrons from the Chaos Space Marines instead of World Eaters pauldrons from the Berzerkers, so I can paint a custom warband sigil.

For the Icon Bearer's weapon, & the Chosen & Annointed's pistols, I carefully consider the different bits to make good poses. They're from the base Berzerker kit, so they aren't exactly kitbashed, but these choices are critical to giving a model a pleasing silhouette.

Step 5: Heads & bases

I always leave the head as the last bit to glue on, before I glue the model to the base. Tiny changes in the head's position can radically alter the emotion or action of a miniature, it's the most important part.

The 3d printed heads I have don't have astartes collars, so I make tiny green stuff balls to serve as necks. It goes tiny bit of super glue, green stuff, press head into place, remove head, tiny bit of super glue, place head again.

Note, this one model is an exception to my head last rule, as I need to place it in such a way that the braid fits, before I can make decisions about the right arm.

Finished Models

Chosen: I am so very happy with her!! The hair, arm, & body all come together in a pose that, dare I say it, could pass for an official sculpt :D

Shrivetalon: this is an example of a pose that doesn't photograph well; from this angle, the knife isn't visible. From other angles, the right blade isn't, or we've got an odd angle on the face, or whatever. This isn't terrible, but professional model design is all about making a 'golden angle' to view it from, & this model doesn't have that. She's cool anyway.

Anointed: here's another good pose. I imagine she's tearing our some poor mortal's throat as she transforms.

Heavy Gunner: I've always loved the idea of a Khornate Havoc, so I made this gal a normal Berzerker, except for the big fucking gun. This amuses me.

Gunner: I pretty much always make my special & heavy weapons aiming down sights, it's satisfying to check line of sight with them. But I am so happy I didn't do that here, she's so brutally aggressive, she looks like she's running up to a barricade & blasting a hidden coward >:D

Icon Bearer & Butcher: these are standard Berzerker models, with headswaps. Not difficult, & sometimes a headswap is all you need to change the feel of a model.

Khorne Berzerkers: the three remaining models will join my 40k army. They each have a bit or two from the Blood Warriors, just to keep the Crimson Hounds from having any non-converted models in it.

Thank you for reading! I'll do a painting tutorial, hopefully soon, as I'd like to have these gals finished in time to play a game in one month. If I've inspired you to do your own kitbashes, please show me ^v^

[amyupup47art]

(Sorry I’m advance if I have a lot of questions)I don’t know if you have been asked this before-but what art program do you use? And how to you go about the drawing process and such? And your thoughts when it comes to artstyle? You don’t have to answer all of this but I am always curious about artists I admire. How they do certain things and stuff. ANYWAY have a splendid day!

:0 Thank you for the questions! I'll try to answer them as best as I can. :D

I use Clip studio paint Ex to draw. It's a bit on the pricey side, but it has served me well. >:D

Honestly my art process changes constantly, but as of right now this is the process i use for digital painting:

Doodling ideas

Sketching out a thumbnail based on one of the doodles (sometimes I just use the original doodle)

Resizing the thumbnail to fit the whole canvas

Cleaning up the thumbnail sketch (sometimes I skip this step depending how clean the thumbnail is)

Rough coloring underneath that sketch layer (all on one layer. This isnt flat coloring. I am placing down values and color variation in this stage as well.)

Separating parts of the rough color layer based on if they overlapping other parts of the drawing. Like a hand being in front of the head. (I separate parts by selecting them and using ctrl+x. This just makes it easier to adjust parts of the drawing if i need to.)

Then I start rendering :]

I'm still working on a solid process for lineart drawings, so I can't really give you anything on that front. :[

When it comes to art style, I think it's nice to have a distinct art style (and I hope to have one someday), but it doesn't really matter. At least not when you are still exploring exactly what you want to do with your art. I'm still trying to figure that out, and I found that trying to stick to one distinct art style just slows me down. (And low-key is a bit stressful)

Hopefully I answered that well enough, and I'm glad I can be an artist you admire! I feel really honored. :D

I hope you have a wonderful day as well! :]

[polygonalstims]

this may be a weird question, but how do you find videos to make stimboards? i wanna make my own but i don’t know where or how to start :(

there's already a bunch of videos/gifs posted on here, but they may not all have what you're specifically looking for, so you can try downloading videos off of youtube or instagram (pinterest can work too, but the search system is a bit fucky so keep that in mind), and i personally would use ezgif to turn said videos into.. well, gifs!

plus, ezgif has a whole bunch of filters you can apply to your clips to give it a bit of extra flair! say if you found a gif you really wanted to use, but the color didn't exactly fit with the board. just go to the color filter section of the site (/instagif if you wanna get there quicker), and apply your settings until it looks just right!

hopefully i explained this well enough, if you have any other questions feel free to shoot another ask my way!

[bvannn]

Weekly Recap Jan 27 2023:

This week my social life has dominated my schedule, so I do not have much to share in the way of pet projects. That isn’t to say I did nothing this week.

My main goal this week was finishing up the TRG Animated models, to which I have effectively completed. Emile has been rerig fed and a number of his pieces have been swapped out for ones that fit the overall art style better (and some are even a bit more mobile). Tim has been completed entirely. Jon has been fine for a while, but I want to tweak a few internal details of the model around his neck and shoulders, as Jon, quite characteristically, has a clipping problem. That shouldn’t take more than ten minutes to fix though, and I will post turnarounds of all three of the boys once I have them done, tomorrow (homework permitting). Also hope to storyboard a test for Tim and Emile with a new timing system I have devised (so hopefully the movements feel more natural).

I am still participating in Inktober 52, though due to my life being particularly busy this week, I was unable to complete the prompt by yesterday’s deadline. I have the sketch complete, and plan to ink it tonight, as well as post it. I will also begin the sketch for next week’s prompt early, in hopes to subvert this problem.

I have downloaded and organized a number of clip studio paint brushes and tools, and hope to utilize some of them soon. I may need to tweak a few settings on some to help linework, but overall I should be in good shape.

Music has not really progressed, tonight I may try a strategy I have devised in attempts to piece together melodies for compositions, given I stay awake long enough. Otherwise will be pushed back to Sunday if I am lucky, or later if not. Should be fun to work on and improve as I do it more. Do not have strategies for other channels, though I hope those will follow naturally, and if not I can learn.

As for work related to OCs, all I have is more outline work, for the primary and secondary story. I have spent time ‘researching’ by consuming other media, particularly ones similar in tone and content to what I am trying to create. The main issue that has prevented proper progress for years has been a lack of desire to consume media. I am forcing myself to enjoy more. In particular, since the secondary story I am working on has a stage play/musical theming, I have been forcing myself to watch musicals, a rather difficult task due to the fact that musicals have a bad habit of having *terrible music*. That bearing in mind, I am attempting to avoid one’s of this nature, and if worst comes to worst I can just skip songs. Any recommendations for musicals with soundtracks that are **distinct from other musicals** and has songs that are **distinct from one another**, are welcome. Plot is optional, I’m more looking for that good musical *feel* than actually good musicals (for example, Cats fucking sucks but has been a great example. Only bad song I’ve heard from it so far is Memory, one of the most popular oddly enough)

Apart from that, more specific outline work for the primary story is chugging along. Mostly focused on the more episodic parts of the story, helping them contribute to the earlier character arcs. I’ve found a good art discord I think I’ve mentioned before, and I’m so glad it’s clicked with me, as it’s helped my motivation so much. Even when I disagree with someone’s advice, it helps me want to show them my alternative, and they can make their own story. I do hope I can find some people with similar tastes to my own to run the story past at some point though, since I wouldn’t want to make someone critique an entirely different type of genre of story to what they’re accustomed to.

Last big thing I did this week was DnD. The setting is very cool, and I am looking forward to building up motivation to draw stuff for it. Most likely minis, which I can hopefully post.

Not much overall this week, but hopefully next week should be better, especially if I can get all the things I’m hoping to done tomorrow.

[chere-indolente]

La Cueillette des Pommes

This set is (hopefully, we’ll see) the first set of a series of 1870s and 1880s inspired clothing sets. It includes a blouse, bustle skirts in 3 lenghts, an accessory apron and some little cloth caps for all ages.

More pics and download below

As referenced in the title, this set was inspired by a Camille Pissarro painting : La Cueillette des pommes / Applepicking,1886.

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This blouse is tight fitted and has a high collar as was fashionable during most of the 1870′s and 1880′s.

73 swatches : 22 solids, 10 floral, 5 plaid, 25 striped & 11 polka dot patterns

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These skirts have a slight bustle shape which would best fit for the natural form era : roughly 1875 - 1883 ; (well actually, the size of the bustle is dependant on the size of the sim’s butt so do with that what you will). Though to be fair, juging from the paintings I went through, the fashion shift wasn’t as visible in work wear for rural folks and manual workers (the painting I took inspiration from is from 1886 after all) given they didn’t go all in with the bustles and skirt lenghts in these situations, so I guess in this context these skirts might work fine for the rest of the 1880′s as well.  I decide to make 3 versions with each a different lenght to have more teen options as well as worker friendly options (as stated above the lenght of manual workers skirts was usually a bit shorter). The short one end mid calf, the medium one is a bit above ankle lenght and the long is a bit below. 

65 swatches : 22 solids, 23 with two stripes at the bottom & 20 with a pattern “trim” at the bottom

3 lenghts : S, M & L

(versions with patterns matching the blouse’s can be found in La Mousme set)

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Apparently I still don’t have enough aprons so here’s this one 😅

This apron is longer than the previous half aprons I made and warp around the skirt more because that was the style I saw all the women wearing while looking through paintings of markets, farm folks at work etc. I also made it in more colours : again in the paintings the aprons were mostly medium or dark blue, and also sometimes brown or black.

22 swatches (all solids)

for all ages

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I’m not quite sure what kind of headwear is the one pictured in the original painting but it reminded me of baby caps of the 19th century so I ended up making something kind of in between for adults, children and toddlers. I tried my best to make the cap work with as many CAS hairstyles as I could but I would strongly recommend using hat sliders (adult and kids) otherwise you’ll be in for very little hair options without major clipping.

24 swatches : 22 solids, 1 white lace & 1 black lace

for all ages

 hat slider compatible

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Download : dropbox — simfileshare

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[sakannaz]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

Why are you here? How did you get here? Are you willingly ready to explore?

Warning(s): Entity’s. Cause they are highly dangerous-

Tagging: @violet-memoria

October 27th 1981

You hated being at home. Your parents were always fussing and you never got any rest. You were the only child and wished you had some older siblings to talk to but..that wasn’t going to happen.

You walked into the living room to still find your parents fussing, they’ve been going at it for months but would stop for the sake of you. Only father would but your mother didn’t care.

“Well, listen, I’m not gonna fuck up our child’s mind with all this fussing. alright?” You walked upstairs and went into your room closing the door behind you.

It was raining outside and you just got from school, you were getting ready to do homework until you felt sleepy.

You could use some sleep since you weren’t able to sleep last night, you overworked yourself last night of studying so from now on you’ll note not to do that again.

You laid your head on the desk and closed your eyes. You wish you could be away from home, hopefully that wish would come true.

Once you woke up you felt like you were in a cold room but it was..oddly warm. This wasn’t your room, you’ve had to been somewhere else, there was a stinking smell, it came from the floors and you didn’t like it at all.

When you stood up the walls were all mono-yellow. This was like and endlessly maze, the ones you play on the computers in school. That’s what it felt like..

You began walking and heard movement on the other side of the room, you quickly looked for a hiding spot and found one, there was groaning and scratching sounds, it sounded like a human but you could tell it wasn’t human at all.

You covered your mouth so whatever that thing was couldn’t hear you. You closed your eyes and could hear someone walking closer and closer to your hiding spot.

Then you felt a soft tap on your leg and you opened one eye to see a male looking at you, his hair was long enough to reach his shoulders and he waved at you, “Hey, You okay? You saw what I saw, right?” He whispered before grabbing onto your hand softly and pulling you out of your hiding spot.

“On three, we run, alright?” You nodded before looking behind you and seeing a headless monster, it could smell your scent, and eventually it would find you.

“Three, two…” you were getting ready to run, “ONE!“ he yelled, and the both of you started running, the entity saw the both of you and started running after the both of you, the male beside you almost tripped but caught himself, you both no-clipped into another room accidentally, now what room were you in? Or..’Rooms’ if your correct.

You winced in pain, The male beside you looked to check his surroundings, now the two of you were in a room where there was nothing but water.

He turned to you and his eyes widen when he saw you were hurt, “Woah, you okay- well obviously not, let me help you.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the aching pain in your left arm, he sighed, “you could either be having a heart attack or Bursitis.” Everything was quiet cause you didn’t utter a single word and looked at him with confusion, “Trust me I know. I’m studying to become a doctor. Don’t worry I’m not telling you anything wrong.” You smiled, at least someone was able to make you smile.

“I’m Julian by the way.” He had his hand stretched out for you to shake, you shook his hand and smiled up at him, “(Y/N).” You told him.

“Wait- aren’t you the one who’s studying to become a mechanic?” He asked, you nodded, “but I’m not sure if that’s what I wanna do.” You told him, he titled his head with confusion, “You sure? I mean..it seems like a pretty good fit for you. But I can’t say anything because you can choose how you want your life to go. Not me.” He was right though, you did want to be a mechanic but..you weren’t really aiming for that.

“Anyways. Do you know where we are?” Julian asked before touching the water, “No, I don’t, you?” He shook his head, and sighed, “me either.” He said while rubbing his face in tiredness. Guess he hasn’t gotten any sleep either.

“But I recall a old myth if you accidentally no-clip that means your in the backrooms, and now I’m guessing we’re in the..pool rooms?” You said, Julian turned to you, “We’re in a bunch of rooms? Oh how my day couldn’t be worse.” But you would like to explore this place a bit more before going back home, “No..I-I wanna explore this place a bit more. Even though there’s a bunch of entities roaming around..we’ll be quiet. But I want to see why this place makes me so calm..” Julian nodded, “Sure, alright.” And the both of you began to walk, you’ll admit it was long but you wanted to see what this place held.

Part 2 maybe??

[preciousthingsareprecious]

Whumptober Day 1: Bound

It's October so of course I'm writing again! We'll see how far I get through Whumptober this year lol.

Day 1: “You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound

Characters: Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne

Summary: When Damian becomes the latest victim in a string of kidnappings across Gotham, it's down to Dick to save him and the rest of the missing kids. He just has to get there in time.

AO3 Link

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The sound of Dick’s boots echoed in the empty hall even as his heart pounded in his chest and his comm buzzed white noise into his ear. Dim lights flickered around him, only just illuminating his path through the old abandoned hotel. But he had to keep moving, had to find the missing kids. Had to find Damian .

He pushed himself a little faster through the hall, pausing only whenever he came to a door to throw it open, then on finding it empty, start his mad dash again. They had to be here, everything pointed to this location.

Batman and Robin had been investigating a series of kidnappings over the past month. Dick had done his best to keep Damian away from the information but the kid was about as stubborn as Bruce had been when he decided on something, so Dick had let him in with the promise they did everything together.

And he’d kept that promise. He’d done so well, and then it had been Dick who’d lost him.

“Stupid.” Dick grumbled, peering into yet another empty room. Every room was empty on this floor, but there were still the ballrooms at the top to check.

He’d been so stupid, taking Damian out to do some shopping then turning away for a moment. A second had been all the kidnapper needed to grab another kid. Another victim. And it was Dick’s fault. For looking away when there was a person out there grabbing kids Damian’s age.

Alfred’s consoling voice from earlier flooded through his thoughts as he took the stairs down two at a time, ‘It is not your fault, you were simply trying to have a good day amidst all this terribleness.’ And what good had it done either of them? Panic in Dick’s chest, and a missing brother.

The only thing that kept him moving was that none of the kids had been found yet. No ransoms had been sent out either, but no bodies meant they had to be somewhere. And Dick was going to find them.

He’d tracked the kidnapper here via an unusual series of shipments of food and chemicals sent to a Dr. Keith Raimy. An ex-professor from Gotham U who’d been kicked out for multiple breaches of student privacy and theft of university property. He'd recently had a paper rejected. It's title? Fear and Trauma: Can We Make Our Kids Strong Enough for the Future, Through Fear Today? Dick had skimmed the paper, and what had been proposed inside had made him sick to his stomach.

The door to the first ball room he tried on the top floor was locked. Muffled, and just through the door, Dick could hear screams. In a fit of rage, and fueled by the panic Dick was only just keeping in check, he kicked it down. The old rotting hinges gave way and the thing toppled backward with a heavy thump.

Silence filled the room for a moment, giving Dick a breath to take it in. Mostly empty, it had rotting carpet and peeling wallpaper. A tattered chandelier hung from the ceiling, pieces held on by a few dangling wires, but mostly disassembled either from time or theft.

Huddled in a group in one corner of an old ballroom, were children. The children Dick had been searching for. From what he could see, they were bound with some sort of rope, and looked rough, but alive and breathing.

At the far back of the room there was a stage, or what had once been used as a stage. Now it was mostly just a raised platform with tall floodlights dragged up to it, a rumbling generator the source of their power. It was cluttered with other equipment too, tables filled with jars and beakers, boxes opened with bits poking out of the top, and a laptop hooked up to a microscope. Standing among the clutter was Dr. Raimy in a stained lab coat just blocking a table.

He had turned to stare at Dick when the door came crashing down. Now, he moved to raise his arm, mouth opening, and in the next breath the moment of silence was broken as the screaming started again. The doctor tensed, shifting a bit to cover the table, but it wouldn’t help.

Clear now, the voice was unmistakably Damian’s, high and terrified in a way Dick had never heard it before and it was coming from behind the doctor.

Dick bolted forward, slipping batagrangs out of his belt. Damian was his only thought. His boy was up there, terrified and suffering all because of the man in front of him.

Dr. Raimy jumped to the side, attempting to make a run for it, and stumbled into another table. It gave Dick long enough to cover most of the distance between them and fling a few batarangs in the man’s direction. One caught his jacket, and the other stabbed into junk on the table making him yelp.  He jerked back, and then turned towards the table he’d been guarding, making a second dart for it, and the figure writhing atop it. Red clouded Dick’s vision as he got his first clear view of his little brother, strapped down to the table with a long strand of barbed wire, and straining against it as he yelled.

Dick roared, and leapt up to the platform, grabbing the doctor as he did so. The man released an aborted shout as Dick flung him back and away from the table into a pile of boxes. He turned for a moment to Damian, catching sight of his brother’s pupils blown wide. He hadn’t even registered the action beside him, trapped in whatever horrorscape he’d been dropped into.

The sound of rustling indicated that Raimy was already pushing himself up, babbling something about science and progress and Batman not understanding.

He stalked forward, raising himself up to as imposing a height as possible and kicked at the doctor, knocking him back into the boxes to stun him. Then, he reached down and dragged the man upwards.

“What did you give him?” he demanded.

“It was--a mixture of my own making.”

Dick shook him so hard that he heard something pop, “Did you make an antidote?”

Behind him, Damian’s screaming changed pitch to something even more desperate.

“ Tell me .” he growled.

“T-there, it’s--it’s in the line of blue vials. Please don’t kill me, I was only trying-”

Dick didn’t give the man the time to finish his sentence, he punched him square in the face, and dropped him unconscious back into the boxes. Then he was over at the vials, thankfully a syringe had already been filled or he’d have to waste time figuring out how much to give Damian. He pocketed it, swapping it out in his hand for a pair of wire clippers and rushed back to the table.

“Damian, I don’t know if you can hear me, but it’s alright.” Dick said, voice gentle, “I’m getting you out of here.”

Something must have gotten through to him, because Damian stilled at his words, staring with wide, terrified eyes up at Dick. Dick tried not to look at the red lines of blood on Damian’s arms and chest he worked on clipping the barbed wire, instead murmuring quietly to Damian to keep him calm.

Thankfully, the man hadn’t totally wrapped Damian in the stuff. The single band was thick and strong enough to keep a drugged kid down, but hopefully hadn’t done too much damage. Still, it made Dick’s stomach churn as he lifted it as gently as he could off his brother, Damian making only the tiniest of sobs as each barb still embedded in his skin pulled out.

“Just one more second, sweetheart.” Dick whispered, hoping his voice wasn’t carrying over to the other kids. There was murmuring coming from them by now, as they realized rescue was at hand, but Dick’s focus was on the kid currently in need of the most help. At last, Dick dropped the discarded wire onto the table and leaned back to find the vial of the antidote.

Something about the sound of the wire, or a movement Dick made, or just whatever concoction the doctor had given him triggered something in Damian the moment Dick leaned away. He shot up from where he’d been lying, and grabbed the wire with both hands, heedless of any damage it was causing.

Dick reached for him, ready to pull the barbed wire away from him but Damian scooted back, precariously close to the edge of the table and yelled, “No! Don’t!”

“Hey, it’s alright, why don’t you give me that?” Dick asked, trying to calm him back down.

“Stop!” Damian yelled again, gripping the wire tighter and pressing it to his chest, “Don’t take him!”

“Damian please, you have to let go. It’s hurting you.” Dick tried again, wincing as red started to drip down the wire.

“No! I won’t let you!”

“Okay, okay.” Dick held up both hands, whatever Damian was seeing must have been convincing and he didn’t want to hurt the kid by forcing the barbed wire out of his hands, he’d only tear them up more that way.

“Would you let me give you something?” Dick asked, gently lowering his arms to retrieve the syringe, “It’ll make you feel better.”

Damian eyed him, the look almost like what he’d normally make when suspicious, but just off enough from the drugs, “Yes?” he said.

“Great. I just need your arm, you don’t have to let go of anything or anyone okay?” Dick said, slowly reaching for Damian’s arm with his free hand. When the boy let him place his hands by his elbow, Dick angled it up, then after a moment, praying he hadn’t been lied to, injected his brother with the liquid in one motion.

Damian jerked back, squeezing the wire closer to him and went tumbling from the table. Dick lunged over it, and just managed to hook an arm around the kid, tugging him up. He heard the clatter of glass falling and hitting the ground as the syringe that had still been stuck in Damian’s arm slipped out and shattered.

“No! No! Stop!” Damian wailed, kicking and jerking in Dick’s hold.

Mindful that if he tugged Damian into his chest the barbed wire would do more harm, Dick decided he'd restrain him by pulling his back towards him. That was easier said than done with a flailing kid. At last, Dick had an arm hooked under Damian’s arms and had him held tight against him, seated again on the table. His brother continued to scream and kick and tug at him for another minute, then two, until gradually Damian’s own chest slowed it’s rapid rise and fall and his cries quieted down to nothing.

“Batman?” His voice was tiny, shattered from screaming, but almost lucid.

Dick dropped his face into Damian’s hair and sighed, “Yeah, I’ve got you.”

He let go of Damian and stepped around to face his front. There, he pointed at the tangled barbed wire still in Damian’s hands, “Will you hand me that?”

Damian looked down surprised to see it, “Oh.”

Wincing he released it, and before anything else could happen, Dick balled it up and tossed it away from them. When he turned back to Damian, the kid was staring down at his palms that were red and torn. He hadn’t said anything else, but Dick could hear the tight way he was breathing, the sound almost like whistles, like he was holding back the pain.

He dug out some gauze, wraps, and something to numb the pain, “Here, let me.”

With gentle motions Dick bandaged Damian’s hands. When he was done, he dropped a kiss onto the knuckles of each one, “Wait for me right here? I have to help the others.”

Damian’s eyes went wide, “The kids--”

“Are mostly fine.” Dick said, sparing them another glance, they’d been remarkably patient, but their chatter had gone up from quiet murmurs to full conversations, “But eager to be untied I’m sure.”

His brother nodded. Even though it tore at Dick’s heart to step away, he did. And he took as much time with each of them as they needed. Batman couldn’t focus only on one child after all, especially when others showed signs of having gone through something similar to Damian.  Gradually though, Dick got them all settled down, untied, and called Oracle to let her know to send police and paramedics. Then he swung by Damian to scoop him up into his arms --the kid for once not arguing being carried-- and corralled everyone downstairs.

Dick could see the lights of the emergency vehicles through the windows, and sent the children out before him, lingering back in the building with Damian. The last thing he wanted to do was let go of his brother, even if it was to hand him off to medical professionals. He’d just gotten him back, and the mere thought of having him out of his sight for a second felt impossible to manage. All he could think of were the number of --mostly implausible-- ways Damian could end up hurt or in danger again.

He was starting to see why Bruce had been so protective of his Robins.

"Batman?" Damian's voice was very quiet in the dim lighting.

"Yes?"

Damian shifted so his face was pressed a little closer to Dick's neck, "I'm sorry. I got caught."

"No, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I let you get taken."

"I-" Damian sighed, "Thank you for coming."

Dick tugged him a little closer, mindful that he still had injuries that needed to be cared for, "Always. Now, what do you say we sneak out and let Alfred finish patching you up? The police are used to Batman disappearing, and I found you before I ever reported you missing."

Damian, hummed, “I would like that, I want to go home.”

Dick pressed a kiss into Damian’s hair, “Then straight home we go.”

[rattyoakenbitch]

youtubers: “don’t touch her” ₊˚ ⸝  corpse husband x reader

❝i don't wanna think about, think about you. drink up, drink up i'm so fucked up, all i want is you.❞

gif credit: n/a song: lykke li - sex money feelings die

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pairings: corpse husband x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, drinking, smoking, violent language, and minor mentions of anxiety.

summary: i can’t make summaries rn hhh just read it (:

“Sean, there is no way in hell I’m going!”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’ll be fun!”

“That’s what you always say!”

“Ugh, you and Corpse are so stubborn. At least I was able to convince him to show up! You know what you need? To get out of the house more often and come hang with us.”

“Uh huh, yeah, y’all have fun, I got some stuff to finish.”

“Yeah? Like what? Your ten hour nap?”

“HEY! Excuse me -”

“7PM, [club address], you’re showing up.”

“Sean - !”

With that, Sean hung up. You let out an exasperated huff, crossing your arms and pouting like a toddler who was just denied a toy. You were invited, or more accurrately forced to celebrate whatever the hell Sean and his friends achieved. With lives like theirs, it seemed like there was always something to celebrate. 

You, on the other hand.. Well, you were just little old you. You met Sean by mere chance. It’s a very long story, but you shared some things in common, like your love for video games. However, that was about the only thing you could relate to with Sean and his little friend circle. You were more passionate about writing, as well as reading short horror stories. 

Now, that’s where you clicked with Corpse Husband. 

He was an underrated YouTuber, whose main uploads were narration videos on creepypastas and horror stories. That’s until he blew up with his Among Us gameplays, collaborating with big names like PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye, and CrankGamePlays (EEF!!!).

You met over an Among Us stream with said YouTubers and immediately hit it off. You shared a dark sense of humor, love for horror, and music. You knew of Corpse before, but only then did you discover that he produced music, which you absolutely enjoyed (and blasted in your house for days on end).

When you found out you lived not even twenty minutes away from each other, you’d occasionally meet up, mostly at his house considering he only went out once in a blue moon. You’d sometimes even spend the night at his place, staying up late, gazing up at the stars, getting deep into conversation and opening up about things you never blurted out to people. But when you were with Corpse, everything just came naturally. You felt safe with him, and hopefully, he felt the same. 

Night approached, the clock striking 5PM. You figured you’d get ready since Sean was dead set on you coming to the party. You showered, did a minimalist glossy makeup look, and chose an outfit, which consisted of a half neon green and black skirt that stopped mid thigh, and an oversized distressed band tee which you tucked into your belt. You slipped on a pair of ripped, striped thigh-highs with mismatched colors, (white stripes on one and neon blue on the other), and your platform boots that made you look like a Bratz Doll. You didn’t bother with your tangled hair. You teased it with a brush but didn’t put any effort into styling it, since it’d get messy anyways. To finish your look, you clipped on a choker and dangled a couple of layered chains around your neck.

Corpse would tease you, saying you had a “dog collar”, but you knew he secretly liked it.

All dolled up and ready to go, you hopped into your car and followed the GPS to the address Sean sent you. Drunk couples stumbled out of the club, dates headed inside, and old wasted guys were thrown out. Oh boy, you were not ready for this.

You were the anxious, anti social type. Not because it was edgy or cool, but you simply didn’t know how to handle social situations. However, it comforted you to know Corpse would be there by your side so you didn’t need to chat and flirt with strangers. 

It’s not like you wanted to meet anybody new, anyways. Though nobody was aware of it, you had feelings for Corpse. Cliche, right? You knew you shouldn’t have, but you developed feelings for him. It made you feel strange and weird, considering you haven’t caught feelings in a while.

You came up with the bright idea of slowly drifting away from Corpse to maybe help de-escalate these feelings, but you were going to run into him at the club, so what the heck.

You headed inside, your eyes scanning the crowd and pushing through, searching for your friend group. You spent a couple minutes cluelessly looking around the club, but to no avail. Then, it was as if a light bulb clicked on over your head; you never thought to phone Sean.

“Ugh, I’m so stupid.” You reached into your purse to get ahold of your phone when a pair of strong, manly hands and cold metal which you assumed to be rings wrapped around your shoulders, gripping you tightly. 

“Boo!” 

You felt your heart stop and ran out of the man’s grasp, spinning around to look at who it was.

“Oh, did I scare you?” 

The man��s deep, monotone voice rumbled above the sound of the music and shouts. Then you recognized that unique and distinctive voice. 

“Corpse!! What the hell?”

His nose and jaw was covered by a black mask, with a print that looked like Frank from Donnie Darko, which was also Corpse’s signature look, seen in his channel art. 

Despite Corpse being a faceless YouTuber, only very few people have seen his face, including you and Glam&Gore who he featured in his narration videos. You thought he was very handsome, his baritone voice matching his appearance. You had to admit, you were a little disappointed he chose to wear a mask. You loved seeing his facial expressions, especially his precious smile that would light up the room when he’d let out little fits of laughter. But you got over it and respected the fact that he wanted to remain anonymous.

“You dickhead,” you scoffed, smacking Corpse lightly on the shoulder. Corpse towered over you, looking admittedly both intimidating and seductive. If you were a stranger, you’d probably be running off, but you weren’t scared of Corpse. He was a big softie and a teddy bear.

Corpse chuckled lowly, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you to Sean’s group. He was protective like that, even if you were just friends. Now you could see why Sean, at one point, speculated that you and Corpse had a thing going on. 

“So, Sean forced you to tag along, too?”

“Pfft, yeah, that’s Sean for you.”

“Hey, there’s my favorite couple,” Sean joked, patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his drunk antics.

“Shut up, don’t make me choke you like I hate you,” you mocked in return, eliciting a fit of laughter from the group. 

“Remind me to never hang out with you losers again,” Corpse mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

The night went by in a flash. Sean, Thomas, Felix, and everyone else was blackout drunk. Luckily, Mark was there to assist them. Since Mark couldn’t drink, he would be the designated driver that night. Corpse hung out by himself, sometimes getting approached by women who he politely turned down.

You, on the other hand, were downing alcohol like your life depended on it. For you, it would take more than the average number of drinks for you to get wasted.

“Y/N, don’t you think you should slow down?” Corpse questioned cautiously, resting a hand on the small of your back.

“Does it really look like I’m thinking right now?” you drunkenly slurred, following with a giggle. You waved to the bartender, calling for another shot, which he slid over to you, but not without hesitating after noticing your state. You pushed Corpse off of you, probably more harshly than you intended, and took the shot. 

“Okay, Y/N, fuck this, I’m taking you to my place. We can’t stay here and you certainly can’t drive back home when you’re drunk,” Corpse scowled, stepping closer to you. Again, you shoved him back.

“No.. No..” You sighed, holding your pounding head in your hand. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Y/N, you’re drunk -”

“I’m not letting you of all people take me.”

Corpse blinked. “What does that mean?” He knew you were drunk, of course, and you were probably just blurting nonsense.

All of a sudden, tears escaped your eyes, racing down your blushy cheeks.

“No.. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.” You began to shake and tremble as tears started to uncontrollably spill down your face. Corpse didn’t waste another second to take you in his arms, hushing you. “Your hugs are so warm.. I hate it. I hate feeling this way. It’s all my fault.”

“What did you do, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

Your heart ached when you heard his pet name for you.

“I think I may like you more than you like me.. I-I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have,” you sobbed into his white tee, clinging onto him. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I shouldn’t have!”

Corpse stopped for a moment, processing your words.

You.. felt the same?

Corpse had to tell you. You were drunk, but he needed you to know. 

“Y/N, I -”

Suddenly, you had a moment of clarity. Realizing how close you were to Corpse, you backed away, wiping away the mascara tears under your eyes.

“I - I think I had too much to drink.. I just need a smoke..” 

Without giving Corpse the chance to protest, you ran off into the crowd, struggling your way through. 

Corpse began to get worried when you didn’t come back. He waited impatiently on the barstool where you left him, anxiously playing with his rings.

He was just about to get up and look for you, when he caught a glimpse of you stumbling out the exit with another man who guided you, gripping your arm tightly.

Corpse fumed, his face going red and heartbeat speeding up. He went after you, knowing damn well you didn’t know this man. 

The man took you to his car, placing you atop the trunk, your legs dangling over the edge. He stepped in between your legs, caressing your face. Everything was a blur. If your mind was clear, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust this random guy, who was probably ten years older than you. 

“You’re too pretty to be crying,” he whispered, leaning in closer to your face, until a yell stopped him from proceeding any further.

“Hey, asshole, she’s drunk! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“C-Corpse?” You hiccuped, hopping off the trunk to get a look at the approaching figure. It was indeed Corpse. His eyebrows were pressed together angrily at the sight.

“You know this dude?” the man said loudly and smugly, just to get a reaction from Corpse. “Relax, my man, I’m just tryna take this pretty girl home.”

“Well this pretty girl happens to be mine, and I won’t let you take advantage of her,” Corpse growled. 

You stood by the stranger, clinging to him as you watched Corpse’s face twist into an expression of heartbreak when you didn’t budge. He then noticed the bruises around your arms and wrist, supposedly from the man’s strong grip. He was unbelievably furious. 

“Ha, doesn’t look like she’s your girl anymore.” The man’s lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk, only pissing Corpse off some more. Oh boy, was he ready to snap. He reached into his pocket, when..

“Wait,” you managed to slur out, breaking up the argument. You reached out towards Corpse like a child. His facial expression immediately softened. He gave you a loving smile and immediately took you into his arms, holding you protectively. 

“Now, I suggest you get in your car and never come back,” Corpse threatened.

“Oh, yeah? Or what? I’ll kill you and take your girl, you motherfucker!”

Without hesitation, Corpse took out his switchblade, looking the man in his eyes.

“Say that again?”

You watched as the stranger’s whole tough act fell apart. Without another word, he ran to the driver’s side of his car, fumbling with his keys. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” Corpse mumbled, not taking his eyes off the man until he reached his own car. You held his hand the whole way, processing what had just happened. Corpse noticed your distant expression. You got into his car, shutting the door and slumping back into your seat. He tore off his mask, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. Then he looked back to you. 

“Princess?”

You looked to Corpse, your eyes teary. “Hey, Corpse.” You didn’t seem to be as drunk, your mind a lot clearer after the incident. “D-Did you mean anything you said back there? About the..”

“About you being my girl?” 

Corpse took your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. He leaned forward and cupped your face with his free hand. “Absolutely.” 

With that, you leaned towards him, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. Your lips tasted of alcohol, but Corpse didn’t care. He was admittedly taken back, his breath hitching, but he released the tension from his body and kissed you back, pulling you over to the driver’s seat atop him. There wasn’t much space, forcing you to press closer to Corpse, deepening the kiss. 

Still being a bit drunk, you were clumsy and kind of ‘out of it’. 

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” Corpse mumbled, breaking the kiss momentarily to guide your hands to grip his shoulders. But you were impatient and reconnected your lips with his, no doubt causing him to blush even more than he already was.

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled into the kiss, causing Corpse to chuckle along with you, departing from the kiss again and resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking adorable when you giggle.” 

You hummed in response, offering Corpse an innocent grin as you pecked all over his face. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine.”