#i have no idea how useful this will be but. maybe it will make editing feel less daunting cause it's broken down into parts

[ultramaga]

"An aggressively racist man can still have the support of numerous people of color", says the moron incapable of consciousness. Here's an idea. Maybe he wasn't racist? Maybe, instead, you are ? "A chauvinist that wants to enforce laws" Oh no. He wants to enforce laws. How dreadful. "an restrictions on women's bodies" Everyone's body is restricted. Which is why it is a crime for a man to punch you. Every Leftist manages to forget that one the second it is inconvenient.

Good thing he enforces the laws. "coined the term "grab 'em by the pussy"" Oh, how dreadful, a heterosexual wants to touch the genitals of the opposite sex. Where is my fainting couch? Leftists always edit out the "when you’re a star, they let you do it".

Because it's inconvenient to admit that women do gravitate to high status males, even if it's just to use them as cash machines.

Oh, I am sure they let him grab more than a pussy ....

"A xenophobic man who wanted to build a wall" If he was xenophobic, he wouldn't have married his wife and certainly wouldn't be beloved by foreigners. You confuse wanting to keep out criminals with hating outsiders because you don't know there's a difference. Because you are racist, or a moron.

Walls around countries are pretty common.

Or are Indians just xenophobes as well?

"still has the support of immigrants" Yeah, the people who obey laws don't want the criminals inside the house. So what does that make you, glassmermaids?

Oh right, you are from South Africa, the country where whites are routinely murdered if they aren't behind walls. So of course you want the walls torn down - silly me!

"People still support and voted for a convicted felon" As opposed to Kamala Harris, who boasted that she broke the laws and never, ever was punished - the same laws she imprisoned young black men with, the same laws she used to make them slave for her. Of course you are in favour of two-tier justice -- rules for thee, not for me. And look at the trial -

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2024/05/29/jurors-must-be-unanimous-convict-trump-can-disagree-underlying-crimes/

THE JURORS WERE TOLD THAT THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO THINK HE WAS GUILTY OF THE ACCUSATIONS TO VOTE HIM GUILTY. There's no precedent for that.

Which is why HE HASN'T BEEN SENTENCED. It was obvious to everyone that it was a political witchhunt of exactly the sort that is routinely used in corrupt states to eliminate political opposition. So the accusation that he's a felon? He literally isn't! And the American people didn't think he was guilty either. Of course, what was he even accused of? Paying hush money to a sex worker? What happened to "sex work is real work"? Funny how that vanished the second it was inconvenient. But tell me, how many convictions did Hunter Biden get for his under-age hookers? None? Even mentioning his laptop got you censored and threatened with prison? Laws for thee, and none for meeeee! What about the cocaine in the Whitehouse? No consequences? Huh.

But as Leftists point out, it's not "hush money" when Leftist leaders do it, it's "a settlement between gentlemen and their many ladies of the night".

"People still support and voted for a convicted felon, racist, rapist" Number of convictions is zero - the best you ever got was he paid hush money to a sex worker. In fact, you know who does commit rape?

Yup! South African women are proven to be more likely to be rapists than Donald Trump. Huh. Makes me wonder. Makes the old noggin' go a'joggin'.

"people still support and voted for Donald Trump" And they will never do that to you. Your birth is back there in time, your death somewhere forward of now, and nothing in between those events will matter a fig.

So much salt.

So. Much. Salttttttt.

Rape allegations and charges do not ruin mens' lives because a rapist can run for president and win. An aggressively racist man can still have the support of numerous people of color, can run for president and win. A chauvinist that wants to enforce laws an restrictions on women's bodies and coined the term "grab 'em by the pussy" still has the support of women. A xenophobic man who wanted to build a wall to keep foreigners out of the country still has the support of immigrants. People still support and voted for a convicted felon, racist, rapist and scum of the earth. Despite it all, people still support and voted for Donald Trump.

[greenplumbboblover]

[WIP] Lyralei's Pose addon - Part 2

(See previous post: Click me!)

First things first, MASSIVE thanks to @thesweetsimmer111 for all the help to make this work better and sharing her knowledge on Track masks with me (and the world!)

👀 Better Look at (with reactions!)

Maybe it’s just me, but I used to get endlessly frustrated when Sims wouldn’t properly turn their heads to face an item. So, I set out on a little mission to make their head movements more natural! Unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned—turns out EA’s code for the “Look At” feature is completely deprecated and no longer functional.

Knowing I couldn’t just code a fix, I had to explore other approaches. That’s when @thesweetsimmer111 came up with a brilliant solution: blending left, right, up, and down poses to create a more convincing look-at effect! 🎉

(See: Post)

What's different?

Here's the original pose, without Look at turned on....

On the left, we got VA's original look at.

On the right is what Savanita and I came up with! :)

don’t want to make it seem like the original Look At feature was awful—it actually works pretty well in some cases! For example, in this pose, if the plant were on the other side, the difference wouldn’t be that noticeable since her head is already tilted slightly. 😊

(Same layout again: Left = VA's, Right = Me and Savanita's approach)

Plus, maybe you do want something more subtle, then VA's Look at is great!

Anyways! Of course, I couldn't stop there! Now, your sim has a few options of turning towards the object:

(Note, this list will get 10x cooler in the next feature ;D)

This list is what the "trackmasks" are. :)

Okay, let's give "Eyes Only" a try. So, we expect Morgana to ONLY look at the plant, with her eyes.

(Left is before using look at, Right is with look at, and one up for fun-cies)

And, to please @nocturnalazure's wishes, yep! It now accepts Facial Expressions! :D

(I never would've thought I would see Evil Morgana lmao)

🎭Blending Poses/Reactions

After Savanita's amazing idea of using Track Masks, I found out that I can apply that same technique on, well, poses! And this is a feature I'm SUPER proud of (And honestly, it's taken me an entire week to get working 🙃)

First things first, when we choose the interaction, we will first be greeted by our "trackmask" list with all the selections on it

So, I made a few examples to show of what you could do, but in all fairness, it's endless!

Here I chose the option "Both Arms".

Here I chose "Head And Neck". Look! She even has the expression! (Don't worry though, i also have an expression-less version in the making ;))

What about... Animations?!

While blending poses has the ability to also type in your pose names by name, rather than list, you can also use EA's!

The list is pretty long ( believe 200 entries?) but here is a sneak peek:

Though, as far as I've been able to tell, EA reactions aren't as flexible, where I can tell it to only use the arms, or the eyes. Instead, we got these options:

So, unless I found a way to get around it, this is the only way to do it.

But without further ado....

Here I used the same pose(left) as the last 2 pictures, but with "OverlayHead". And chose "Boo"

(I just realised it looks like she is about to get hit by a ball lol)

🕰️ History List

The Add-on now remembers your pose history!

Whether you’re a dedicated “Pose by Name” user or prefer the simplicity of “Show by List”, both options now display your pose history for quick reference.

Note: Each Sim has their own individual history list. This means you’ll only see the pose history for Sim X when clicking on them, and not for Sim Y.

📓What's up next?

Adding all the trackmask. (I still need add the hands and legs ones)

Adding an in-game Category maker, so you don't have to edit the XML. It will mean you need to replace the XML file in S3PE yourself. But I can always make a quick How-To for guidance 😉

(Note to self) Optimize the Categorisation code. It's currently taking 1 minute up from the loading screen 😬)

Fixing some minor bugs where Look at will still turn the sim's head back to it's original position.

Fixing some issues where Blending poses with certain track masks aren't working well or at all.

Fixing an issue where the dialogs can crash the whole game (woops!)

Sooo, I think a release date is pretty soon! I think within a week :)

Any VA Addon Bug Fixes?

Of course! It's the mod that inspired me to make stories, and even get to make this mod! I couldn't just... leave it to collect dust while it's other child mod is getting all the attention. :p

Changelog:

There is now an interaction that uses both look at & reaction simultaneously. (In case you don't want to use my look at interaction).

Fixed an issue where reactions would sometimes or never show on the sim.

Fixed an issue where using "Random Quick Poses" would occasionally show a breathing sim, doing nothing.

Fixed an issue where certain poses get called twice, making it harder to keep reactions or even look at history data.

Some minor code changes that aren't worth mentioning honestly.

[zylphiacrowley]

Because of my specific brand of brainrot and my desire to know more about Shetona lore in general, I was trying to figure out what Erenville's home might have looked like pre-dome and how Tesh'pyani village might have operated. Literally all of this is just my guesses, most of which are barely even educated ones. OTL

below the cut to save your scroll wheel

In case you can't read my handwriting my notes in the bottom right say:

-Unsure about sleeping area? -I assume it was only Cahciua and Erenville living here. -There is a much larger structure across the street (communal dining/recreational space?) -chimney, but unsure about if there's a fireplace.

The only intact structure inside is the thing I have labeled "bench/bed?" and some built in shelving in the walls. I think that the structure that I have labeled "bench/bed?" is actually a bench and there might be the remnants of a table in front of it (or that could just be the rubble from deterioration of the home). I am def not sure about that tho because even using the intact houses in The Outskirts make it hard to tell what that particular structure was used as. Some places it looks like seating, some places it looks like a bed. ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

There's only 5 structures total in the village (which I partially owe to the restrictions of how big the map could be and how much real estate the village could feasibly be able to take up in-game). 3 of the 5 structures are smaller. My theory is that those 3 smaller ones are all individual family homes, and the larger structures might have been more like a community hub, or community leaders residence? Maybe both?

The houses in Tesh'pyani village are also pretty much identical in structure to those in Luwateninyawawsa in Shaaloani (pictured below) but you can't actually enter any of those houses (╥ ω ╥)

Anyway this is all just my probably barely coherent rambling and turning over game lore in my brain (I also need to do more side quests which might uncover more lore [yes I've done the BTN/MNR Wachumeqimeqi quests, but I haven't done the last big Wachumeqimeqi end quest yet]). I'm just starving for more Shetona lore Square Enix pls!

Quick edit to add that if you have more solid theories or knowledge on the subject please feel free to add your input! I'm literally just throwing out my string-of-consciousness ideas here.

[ephemerasnape]

Thanks solely to this lovely comment drawing my attention to it, I've gone back and edited The Dark Sacrifice. It was one of my earlier works and I feel my writing has improved a lot since then.

If you haven't read it, or haven't read it from a long time, give it a read on ao3 or below! It's short, and it's one of my most popular fics.

The Dark Sacrifice 🔞

Sebastian x F!Reader x Ominis

“This might hurt a bit,” Sebastian warns, “but be a good girl and take it. For me, and for Anne.”

Extreme Dubcon | Rape/NC | First Time | Loss of Virginity | Praise | Threesome | Excessive Talking During Sex | No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC

The owl had said to meet Sebastian and Ominis at the Feldcroft Catacomb. Was this going to be the attempt to cure Anne using the dark relic? If so, wouldn’t Anne need to be there as well?

You’ve no idea how Sebastian managed to convince Ominis to participate in this potentially perilous escapade. You can only assume that he’d lied to some degree, which didn’t sit right with you but, well, I'm about to find out, aren't I? Hurriedly throwing on your robes, you exit the Room of Requirement and floo directly to the catacomb, only to find no one waiting for you outside. Anxiety overwhelms you as you look around, desperately searching for any sign of Ominis or Sebastian - and finding none, at first. Then you see them – footprints in the snow leading into the catacomb – two sets. Sighing with relief, you follow, making your way through the dreadful place alone for the very first time.

The catacomb is just as dark, musty, and creepy as you remember, except everything has already been looted and there are no spiders left to attack you. Still, you cautiously make your way through each chamber until you reach the room where you and Sebastian had originally found the relic.

You are relieved to find both boys waiting for you – Sebastian leaning casually against the familiar table, Ominis fretting and pacing as expected. “We can’t do this,” you catch him assert, just before he notices your presence.

“There you are,” Sebastian welcomes, gesturing towards the relic. “All my research has finally borne fruit. I have discovered how to unlock the power of the relic – what is meant by a ‘dark sacrifice,’” he explains.

You approach the boys, Ominis taking a step forward as if to halt your approach. “Sebastian,” he implores. “Please, we can't do this. There has to be another way.”

Maybe you should be concerned, but you're not - you attribute Ominis' statement to his general anxiousness regarding the use of dark magic, not thinking much of his pleas as you continue walking towards where Sebastian stands with the grim object. But you notice something about the room that you hadn’t before – a kind of raised slab in the center, which looks a lot less dirty and worn than everything else in the Catacomb. Sebastian must have conjured it for this purpose.

What does the dark sacrifice entail? Is it awful? Will you need to kill something? An animal? Fortunately, you have a few beasts in your nab-sack if it comes to that, but you sincerely hope it won't. 

“It can’t be helped, Ominis,” Sebastian assures the other boy, turning to face you. Your eyes go wide as you notice his wand trained on you. “There's no other way. I need to do this... for Anne. Imperio!”

Suddenly, your mind goes fuzzy. You watch Sebastian smiling at you, speaking to you as if through a haze. You are confused, but you feel pleasant – so very pleasant.

It’s warm in here, isn’t it? At Sebastian's suggestion, you begin to take off your robes, and then the rest of your garments. Why is Ominis shouting? There's no reason to shout. Everything is exactly as it should be.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sebastian tells you, and you believe him without hesitation as you stand nude in front of the two boys. Sebastian appraises your body with his intense gaze while Ominis has his wand raised, tip glowing red. They are both starting at you, Sebastian's eyes dark with desire. 

“Lay on the altar,” Sebastian commands, taking your hand to help you up onto the stone slab at the center of the room. It's fortunately more comfortable than it looks – he must have used a cushioning charm or something, but you certainly wouldn't mind even if he hadn't.

“What's happening?” you ask, looking blearily from Sebastian to Ominis, who still seems upset.

The brunette takes a step forward. “Shh, darling,” he offers, stroking your hair. “Everything will be alright. I promise.”

An inexperienced but confident hand brushes down your body, over a pert nipple, across your stomach, before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs. “Open for me,” the boy above you says, his eyes clouded with lust. You comply, and slowly, Sebastian sinks one long finger between your folds - hissing at the wetness he finds there. “Merlin,” he exclaims, beginning to stroke up and down the length of your slit. "It should be just... there," he settles on your sensitive little nub, causing you to let out a gasp as he begins to circle. Staring deep into your eyes he asks whether it feels good.

“Oh! Oh, yes, it feels so good, Sebastian,” you groan, the pleasure beyond anything you’ve experienced before, probably due to your completely-relaxed state.

"Sebastian," you hear from slightly to your right, but Sebastian pays Ominis no mind while he continues his attempts to bring you off - to ready you.

“I’m going to make you come for me,” he whispers, a dark edge to his voice as he speeds up the motions on your clit - causing you to thrust your hips forward to try to get more contact.

Suddenly, his head snaps to the side. “Ominis!” he barks, and the blushing blonde looks startled. Grinning slyly, he suggests “Occupy her mouth for me, will you?”

The other boy  - obviously at war with himself, though you can't understand why - hesitates.

This is wrong – so wrong in so many ways – and yet.. his cock throbs in his trousers. Ominis desperately wants your pretty little mouth around his prick. He’s never had a girl do that for him before, and he’s almost ejaculating just thinking about. Not to mention he has secretly wanted you specifically for a long time.

Ominis isn’t sure why he has to participate in this except that Sebastian wants him to. Still, his teenage hormones are raging as he hears every little gasp and moan of pleasure you issue very acutely. While he does at first hesitate, after some moments he approaches. Slowly, he leans forward, and kisses you gently.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Ominis,” Sebastian chuckles. Ominis glares at him (in his own way).

“I know what you meant, you vulgar twit. I just wanted to kiss her.”

“Kiss away,” Sebastian grins in his typical manner, and Ominis does just that, leaning forward to capture your lips again. You groan as his tongue invades every inch of your mouth, and buck desperately into Sebastian’s fingers as they stimulate your clit mercilessly.

“I think she needs your cock in her mouth.” Now it’s Ominis’ turn to groan as he pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before reaching down to undo his trousers. His other hand resting on your forehead comfortingly, you can hardly imagine a deeper feeling of bliss – that is, until mere moments later, when Ominis has produced his engorged cock and pressed it up against your lips.

“Suck this for me, will you, darling?” he breathes, his voice serpentine and seductive. 

You hear sputtering noises as you eagerly begin to work Ominis’ cock with your mouth. In between pants he gasps out “Good girl! Merlin!” His hips thrust weakly forward as if he desperately wants to fuck your mouth but is holding back. You groan, part of you wanting him to take what he desires from you. Between the two of them, all of your senses are being consumed.

“Come for me, sweetheart," Sebastian urges in a dark whisper.

Your whole body tenses as pleasure curls up and releases inside of you, travelling from the tips of your toes to deep in your pelvis as every part of your body spasms and shakes. It's the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, and the sounds you make while coming are enough to nearly send Ominis over the edge. “Fuck!” he groans, and begins thrusting his hips in earnest. You don’t notice that Sebastian has withdrawn, apparently gone to retrieve the relic, which he places on your stomach.

It seems brighter somehow, as if it knows what's happening.

“Sebastian.. It’s not right,” Ominis cries, feeling guilty about how tremendously he is enjoying using your mouth and throat. Sebastian chuckles, "And fucking her mouth is?”

The question seems to shut Ominis up, who withdraws from your mouth just as Sebastian is arranging himself between your legs. “This might hurt a bit,” he warns as you feel the warm, blunt head of his flesh nudge your opening, “but be a good girl and take it. For me, and for Anne.”

Suddenly, a flash of pain bursts behind your eyelids as Sebastian drives himself balls-deep inside of you. You whimper a little, but the pain subsides as he begins pumping his thick cock in and out of your pussy, which is very wet from having come already.

“That’s it.. that's a good girl,” he grunts. You groan in pleasure, barely even noticing when Ominis unleashes his semen all over your chest with a howl.

Sebastian continues to rut you, getting more and more caught up in his pleasure. “Good little slut. My slut. Taking my cock like a good little whore.”

As you lay there, being completely debauched by the two wizards - your classmates - you feel high, the world swimming around you, chemicals flooding your brain with pleasure, satisfaction, and ease. You want nothing more than for this to never end – for Sebastian to never stop fucking you.

He laughs when you let him know as much.

“I’m glad to see you so eager," he grunts, "Unfortunately, this has to end sometime, and it’s going to end with me filling you with my seed. Would you like that?”

“Yes!” you cry, scrambling to grab at Sebastian who is keeping a painful distance in order to balance the relic on your belly. “Fill me! Please!” you whine, your back arching as if you’re trying to foist the relic perched on your belly into the heavens.

“Om- Ominis – activate the relic,” Sebastian gasps, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic.

The other Slytherin taps the macabre pyramid once, twice, three times, before it glows red.

Eyes wide and glued to the relic, Sebastian stills and you can feel his warmth flooding you as he empties himself deep inside. Slowly, he withdraws, panting as he cleans himself off and tucks himself away.

"Can't say I minded that," he quips, reaching down to collect a bit of the mixture of blood and semen that is seeping out of you. You watch in blissful apathy as he holds his finger over your tummy, allowing a single drop to land on the relic.

"The blood of a virgin mixed with the seed of the one who deflowered her. That should be more than enough." The boy grins, taking a look at his handiwork – both the relic, ominously pulsating in his hand, and you, laying there on the slab, looking completely debauched – your face flushed, hair mussed, his cum dripping from your battered pussy, Ominis’ decorating your breasts.

Sebastian can’t help but let out a small groan. “If only you could see this, Ominis..”

But Ominis has turned away. “I've seen enough! Sebastian, I can’t believe what we’ve done. Anne would not have wanted this.”

“Well, if that’s how you really feel about it,” Sebastian muses, withdrawing his wand from his robes. “Obliviate!”

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What am I doing here? is all you can think of as you get up from the filthy floor of the Feldcroft Catacomb. Ominis and Sebastian are nowhere in sight.

You anger, your pulse quickening. Why would they have stood me up like this?

Then another thought dawns on you. I’d better go to Feldcroft to check and make sure everything is alright. Maybe Anne has taken a turn for the worse.

Brushing the dirt off of your knees, you notice an odd soreness between your legs. You resolve to stop sleeping in such unsuitable places as you chug a Wiggenweld..

Now to find the boys.

[racingliners]

Had a slagclaren vision. Mainly inspired by Jenson's race day suit. very much not properly edited.

Jenson/Lewis, 1.5k, T but with implied sexual content. Featuring wingmen Bono and Shov. Set Las Vegas GP 2024.

For Old Time's Sake

It’s always been quite unfair just how handsome Jenson Button is. Even way back in 2015 when he grew that awful moustache. When Lewis had first seen Jenson with it, his eyes had widened and he had to work incredibly hard to bury his snicker when he said good morning to his old teammate in the hotel corridor in Melbourne.

Maybe, it was because deep down Lewis still found Jenson painfully gorgeous, but he wasn’t going to admit just how down bad he was to anyone but himself.

Even now, on a cold Saturday night in Las Vegas, with streaks of grey in his sandy blond hair and beard he looks good in a brown velvet suit jacket. Which no one has any business doing.

In the three years Lewis and Jenson had been teammates, their liaisons had been so few that they could both count them on one hand. The first, in a soaking wet Montreal in 2011, Lewis had come to Jenson still carrying some residual anger about their collision wish put Lewis half into the wall and out of the race. Instead of shouting at each other they just spent the whole night fucking each other instead.

Jenson, being Jenson, had been a perfect gentleman with Lewis the whole time. A tiny part of Lewis had always been in love with Jenson ever since.

“Well done today mate.” Jenson said quietly, leaning against the large black plinth behind them while George, Carlos and Max all chattered away about something Lewis couldn’t make out. He got a whiff of Jenson’s cologne and it had immediately gone to his head.

“Thanks man.” Lewis said to his boots. If he looked at Jenson for longer than a second his mouth would probably say something incredibly stupid that he wouldn’t be able to take back without Jenson flashing one of his charming crooked smiles as he laughed.

(So what if more than a tiny part of Lewis was still in love with Jenson? No one actually knew… apart from Shov and Bono. And they didn’t count because they only said so with knowing glances).

“It’s funny,” Bono said, louder than what he usually spoke, to Shov once the bulk of the engineers had cleared out after the post-race debrief. “I had no idea Jenson was staying at our hotel.”

“Yeah I ran into him this morning.” Shov even glanced out of the corner of his eye to see if Lewis was listening. They really were two of the most insufferable engineers Lewis had ever met.

Lewis logged out of his laptop, and deliberately took a very long time to shut it down, pretending not to care. Bono slowly walked over to Lewis with his hands in his pockets, and a very rare but noticeable glint in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, while Lewis cut him off with a glare. Bono adjusted his glasses instead.

“You joining us then?” He asked with a small smile, his hands still in his pockets as he leaned against the table and crossed one ankle over the other.

“I’ll see how I feel when I get back to the hotel.” Lewis nodded slowly. “But you guys can have some champagne on me.”

Instead of joking that at their age and at the start of the triple header champagne wasn’t the wisest of ideas, Shov just smiled and said thank you as he clapped Lewis on the shoulder. They even hugged, which had been an increasing occurrence over the course of the past year. Like every time they said goodbye it was getting ever closer to their final one as teammates.

“Get home safe.” Lewis said softly as he grabbed his bag from under the table and went to leave the engineer’s office.

“You too mate.” Bono smiled and he and Lewis patted each other on the shoulder as Lewis left. He met his security detail at the entrance to hospitality and Lewis managed to leave the circuit without too much fanfare, and before he knew it he was in the car and on the way back to the hotel where Jenson may or may not be.

Lewis closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest, and let out a slow exhale.

Fuck.

It was either fate, co-incidence, or the universe choosing to laugh at him that Jenson was in the foyer of the hotel when Lewis walked in through the main doors. They both stopped on their own distant spots and looked at each other, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape.

Lewis took the first step forward as Jenson hung up his phone call and quickly forced it into his pocket. He was still wearing that damn turtleneck and suit jacket.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” Jenson sounded the more breathless of the two. “I thought you and Bono would be tearing up the strip by now.”

Lewis snickered and briefly threw his head back before shaking his head.

“Nah man, we’re both too old for that shit now.”

“Are you too old for a drink in the bar?” Jenson asked sounding half-hopeful. It was almost identical to how their last time together started, back in Sao Paulo in 2012. Lewis had assumed that it was meant to be them saying goodbye.

“We could go up to my suite, I don’t leave until tomorrow.” Lewis slowly scratched at a spot behind his ear and looked around. The foyer was quiet, and anyone currently milling around wasn’t from the paddock. It all felt so temptingly easy. “For old time’s sake?”

Jenson chuckled, and looked down at the ground with his hands in his pockets. He let out a small sigh as his eyes remained stuck on his dress shoes, before he finally looked up at Lewis with his steely blue eyes. Like the sky after a rainstorm.

“Yes.” They both headed for the nearest lift without a word, and were thankfully the only two people in it when it rose to the 12th floor.

They said nothing the whole walk down the corridor, and they didn’t even look at each other. The only sign Jenson gave was when he took one hand out of his pocket, and tightly wound his pinkie finger around Lewis’.

When they finally walked one after the other into Lewis suite they immediately fell into each other’s arms with a long, deep kiss. It was like a routine, Jenson remembered that Lewis liked it when he brushed his thumbs across Lewis’ jaw and Lewis knew that Jenson liked it when Lewis slowly wrapped his arms around Jenson’s waist. Routine. Muscle memory. Definitely not love.

(Though if Jenson did, strangely, ask Lewis to marry him then and there, Lewis’ gut reaction would have been to say yes).

Lewis took his time in unbuttoning Jenson’s suit jacket and insisted he be the one to gently fold it and lay it on the back of the sofa. Velvet needed to be looked after.

Jenson then grabbed Lewis by the hand, and pulled him back in for a messier, more frantic kiss. In case it would be another twelve years before they did this again. Lewis managed to yank Jenson’s turtleneck off his torso and onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare say that you’ve missed me.” Lewis said with a hitched breath as Jenson littered his bare chest with kisses.

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of ruining this for anyone.” Jenson’s voice was low and almost gravelly as he carefully peeled Lewis’ boxers off his thighs.

“Just…” Like so many times before, Lewis was rendered breathless by the sigh of Jenson shifting up the bed towards him. “Be gentle with me.”

Jenson brushed the tips of their noses together, before he kissed Lewis slowly, deeply. Almost as if he was saying I love you.

“Anything for you, Lewis.”

Lewis woke to the sun on his skin and Jenson’s face buried into his shoulder. It was exactly like the last time 12 years ago. Lewis woke first and had a hideous knot form in his stomach at the sight of Jenson sleeping peacefully and Lewis was probably going to ruin it with another goodbye that never said what he really meant.

He could say it now, quietly under his breath, and no one would hear. And Lewis would carry it with him for the rest of his days and Jenson wouldn’t even know… which felt awfully unfair.

But life so often was awfully unfair.

So Lewis gently ran the tips of his fingers through Jenson’s hair, and planted a long kiss on his forehead as the sun made Jenson’s eyelashes look like they were made from solid gold.

Perhaps in another life Jenson wakes up first, and calls Lewis darling before opening the bedroom door to let their silly number of dogs in. And they’re both happy. Maybe it could happen if Lewis was brave enough to say what he meant, but he knew today wasn’t going to be that day.

He buried his nose into Jenson’s hair and told himself that if he fell asleep and woke up again, that maybe it would be that day after all.

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Instead of using all of my energy to painstakingly edit the things I wanna edit here, I am just going to do it via reblog. Aka, her having no scissors is getting scrapped! Banish the thought! Cus daaaamn. Thinking of it even more, it makes no sense. Like, the other stuff with the actual footage of the killing game being in a vault? Yeah that can still be workable though there is of course the chance that Junko could have done some contraption where, when she died or dies for whatever reason, the footage gets destroyed or sent out or like, something funky like that which would make it harder for them to have the original taping? Though also again, everything is a work in progress with the ideas. Regardless though, I shall not be revoking Syo's snipping privileges. That was too mean of me T-T Also, the stories to be had! Cus I like to think Syo would learn how to do sewing or crochet or something. I find that cute. Or maybe she already knows some. After all, despite her differences with Gloomy Toko, Syo still cares after all! She's smart and all! I also feel that Toko wouldn't fully trust herself sewing but would also know that it's an important skill to have after all! Good way to save some cash whenever some clothes get a bit busted! Plus, I dunno. I feel Syo would be good at sewing which I already mentioned that little headcanon in the original yapfest with the deisgns and all. Also, damn. Getting off track. So, tldr; Syo gets to keep her scissors and cradle them in her sleep like the universe intended!

It's time for the fiend! Spoilers of course

For one, Syo here actually breaks the formula I have with these designs, Syo not really working or going out most of the time unless she's heavily disguised. However, I tried my best to ensure she was given some love! So, for her "casual" attire, it's rather simple looking. It's got some LORE though with Syo trying to reform from her murdering days and Komaru helping out in making this outfit! Most of the materials are just thrifted such as the boots with the rest being slightly modified. It holds up rather poorly and has it's flaws. However, Syo seems to like it. Toko, not so much. Toko finds it ugly, no matter how much Komaru tries to give her the puppy eyes, asking for Toko to give it a chance. I also want to take note the bracelet she has on as well as the hat. I thought it would also be cute if Komaru made her a little friendship bracelet. Toko also has one but she finds it childish to just be wearing it out an about (she's not really into much jewelry anyway). Thus, Toko just keeps it on her nightstand. Syo, however, fears nothing and has no shame. Speaking of which, the hat. I was a little lazy with the details but it is indeed one of those "Woman love me, Fish fear me" hats. Syo did the embroidery on it (Syo being oddly good with crochet and sewing) and Toko despises. And, the worst part is that Syo did an amazing job on it which makes Toko hate it even more whenever she ends up in it after Syo finishes fronting. Toko's at least a bit grateful though that Syo doesn't go out that much. Toko is already mortified waking up in the outfit. It'd be way worse to be waking up in one of the ugliest garments present in the apartment while in public. As for Syo's "work" attire, it's just Toko's attire for work with slight Syoifications (Jackifications?) made with the zipper being undone revealing a little pouch she has on, and sleaves rolled up. She even has Toko's purse worn slightly different as well! Thought it would be cute to do! Also, for the pouch, Her iconic scissors are absent, being held deep in a vault somewhere with Byakuya as a safety precaution. Syo doesn't mind too much though. For one, she knows they're safe even though she likes to joke that Byakuya's doing unspeakable things with them which he just sighs at. Additionally she's not planning on murdering anyone anymore as I feel she holds pride in her killing SPECIFICALLY with those scissors. So, she wouldn't be using any random pair. But also, her being reformed and all. Besides, the scissors being held in the care of Byakuya it's not because of the potential of Syo starting all over again with the murders anyway. It's more about the potential of the whole "Toko is Genocider Syo and is a serial killer" thing coming out and as a way of showing that Byakuya does care for Toko, aloofness or not. I like to headcanon that, though footage of the Killing game were indeed broadcasted, for one, the Future Foundation were the main people to see it. Additionally, the average civilian would probably not a bit too busy trying to save their own lives than to be keeping up with the news regarding the Ultimate's in Hopes Peak. Not saying that some of that info wouldn't be able to get out. Some of it certainly could have and added to the despair and all. As to regards on where the footage is held, it's with Future Foundation in partner with Byakuya. Perhaps a bit of Kyoko their too and a bit of Makoto as well though I feel all the survivors pitched in on having the say on what to do with it. After all, it IS the recording of all their Hopes Peak trauma, though I don't think they'd want to destroy it oddly enough. This concept of course has room to change but these are the main thoughts Plus, it's fun to think about as, with Syo in the picture in this AU, the concept of whether the people know or don't know about the whole "notorious serial killer Genocider Syo is sorta just an alter of Toko Fukawa" is something that has to be addressed to SOME extent .

For her physical build, it's just Toko's. What really changes is the undergarments anyway. Though they are not colored her, they are very much bright red, very garish. All of her undergarments are which contrasts with Toko's more frilly and pretty undergarments. One other bit to mention is Syo's hair! It's nothing too crazy, just Toko's hair out of the pony tail and ruffled to high hell! Syo makes it work though.

That's Syo done! Hope I did her justice! Tried my best ;-; (1) | (6)

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[linawritesocs]

I REMBERED THAT I HAVE A TWST OC BLOG 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[goblin-enjoyer]

I was tired, decided to make a meme of an oc i have.

heh that one fish image. you know the sound of it. clean and transparent version of it under cut. Name of OC in tags if ya want to try and find the source post of this little git.

[triglycercule]

no funny little thoughts today. have this instead,,,,,, mtt fighting shshahsgahagsgaa CHOKES ok i lied maybe i DO have funny little thoughts below where the reference is :3

this is SUCH a cool composition shot i had to draw something based off it (ignoring the erm. the flashing,,,,, this game came out like 10 years ago just ignore that)

anyways triglycercule what are your thoughts??? funny you asked triglycercule allow me to illuminate :3 so ive been remembering that one ask from like 3 or 4 months ago where i answered like well i like to consider the trio to just have met one day and then decided oh hey we should like totally explore the multiverse together (my excuse to draw them in any possible situation possible (mtt at an amusement park when) (soon (probably not))) and recently i was like WAIT i could probably like totally find a way for them to meet because just saying they met (is a totally valid use of my creator powers BUT) is uncreative and vague,,,,,

so i was like damn. how COULD i get them to meet 🧐🧐🧐 so i was like ok so dust beats human. done and done. but like bros BOUND to get bored. like if he gets bored from not having the human to kill then he's gonna seek out SOME other form of entertainment. so dust is like ok how about i work on some old ancient machines i made b4 to pass the time and one of these ends up being like a universal traveler thingy. and to his own surprise he actually MANAGES to get it done???? (i totally didnt steal this idea from myself,,,,, whaaat youre saying there's another triglycercule dust that came up with a universe hopper machine??? NO (sorry mania))

and oops instead of staying in dusttale like he intended dust accidentally gets chucked into horrortale (bro just wanted the sense of accomplishment not to thrown into some random world.) and then cue like horror and him meeting and its all tense and confusing and then horror paps comes around and hes like OMG ⁉️TWO BROTHERS ‼️‼️ and then invites dust over for a nice sweet little bowl of human spaghetti. unfortunately for dust the little teleporter device is no longer connected to dusttale's core (because hes not IN dusttale) so he just kinda has to suck it up and deal with it until he can find a portable power source

dust's not trying to get KILLED out here so he asks horror (who sadly cannot push dust into blue snow because paps is very enthusiastic about his appearance) where he can find like batteries or something. and horror makes some off hand comment about like power sources and his eye being in the core and how theres like no power and oh why did dust immediately start listening once horror mentioned his eye,,,,,, dusts not gonna rip horror's eye out (he has no reason 2 if theres a perfectly good 1 @ the core!) so he tells horror what he needs the power source for and then hes like i can help you get food for your buddies if you help me help you. ok? ok

and then they sneak into the core to get the eye and oops dust didnt you learn your lesson last time!! the little teleporter thingy brings them to another world AGAIN (and now horror's PISSED because this wasn't in their little deal) and guess where is is,,,,, you already know its something new. and i guess to make things uncomplicated this is a something new where killer already killed his chara but he hasn't tried to reset the world and kill himself (and therefore attract nightmare) yet (he's getting there!)

not like they think the au is anything other than just a wasteland because there is literally like nobody around but they stumble into killer and it doesn't even take like more than a minute before a fight breaks out (i probably need to think more about what happened and why they started fighting but knowing the trio its BOUND to happen) and lowkey killer is getting his ass beat what the hell??? he has never experienced a fight where he's been on the losing end in a long ass time & mindgames arent working because they keep seeing through his shit??? (because horror and dust somehow even though they barely know each other and horror's pissed @ dust have like craaaazy synergy and coordination & killer hasnt faught them ever before + yk yk inner turmoil at seeing other versions of yourself) so he gets annoyed and pulls out the blaster to end it

dust and horror don't DIE outright (not like they would be able to tank killer's blaster) because killer decided to be like hey these guys are new and cool and interesting. i should keep them around instead of killing them off and see how much i can play around with them :3 so he just blasts them until theyre at like 0.0000000000000001 HP :3333 and then idk thats it 4 now,,,,,, i think this is silly and fun and cool and i can imagine it in my head and OH NO THE VOICES (make a comic) THEYRE GETTING LOUDER (you should draw this) NO WAIT MY MOTIVATION (coooomic would be a perfect medium for this) im sorry inner voices i cant,,,,,,,

[coridallasmultipass]

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[edwinisms]

kind of jealous of ghosts and the concept of ghost sex. the complete lack of need for prep or cleanup? what a dream

[bahoreal]

jay's wee guide to editing fics

by popular demand (five likes on a post i made asking if anyone wants this)

please note this is a loose guide of what works for me and is designed to give newbie fic writers an idea of what purpose an edit has. if you don't vibe with it you don't have to follow it. if you have your own preferences please feel free to add them!

first i should say it is important to do an edit before you post your fic. this can apply to any work of writing (some of the QC details I used a lot in the scientific papers i wrote)

an edit can be generally categorised into one of these: update/style check, QC, consistency check, proofread. this can either be done by you (the writer) or by a beta reader

update/style check: there's probably a better word for this kind of edit but I don't know it. This the most in depth and time consuming method of editing and generally done on first drafts. it is an edit done where you're not happy with the work to be published as-is, where you think parts are missing, parts could be updated, parts might be out of sync or not fit with the flow of the piece. when you're doing an update edit, you should be looking for things like:

- did this feel jarring against the rest of the tone

- did i have to read any of the sentences multiple times to figure out what they meant

- do I have enough elements that reflect the theme i'm trying to build, or was the theme too on the nose?

- are my characters behaving in character

- are there any points where a character knows about something before it has been confirmed in the text - is this intentional, or was it a mistake and the character shouldn't know? This is especially important with longer fics, sometimes the timeline can get messy

note for beta readers/if you are using a beta reader: specify whether this edit is meant to be granular to word choice, or about sentence/paragraphs. I have had beta readers that changed every fifth word I wrote because they thought a different word would fit better (which switched my story to their style, which I didn't actually want), and beta readers who would highlight a sentence or a word and go "this doesn't make sense, consider rephrasing" or a paragraph and go "this felt cut short" o.e. (which was very helpful)

QC: quality check. generally refers to formatting, updating to a style guide, etc. When I am doing a QC I look for things like

- grammar issues (non-intentional)

- typos (non-intentional)

- spelling mistakes (non-intentional)

- language consistency, e.g. going between England English and American English (non-intentional)

- formatting errors (e.g. I tend to add three paragraph breaks between new scenes, and I check that that's consistent throughout)

- tense consistency (switching back and forth between tenses when writing can break the reader out of the immersion, if you're in the present then try to stay in the present unless the character is remembering something. Instead of "She has nothing in the house. She went to the shops.", try and stick to one tense, "She has nothing in the house, so she goes to the shops.")

(- in papers/essays this is also the point where you would fix your referencing)

proofread: a final check done on a final draft that combines the QC and consistency checks. If i've copied to ao3 I tend to do this in the ao3 word editor and make sure all my formatting is in, for example italics, which aren't preserved in the copy/paste into the ao3 editor

consistency check: does what it says on the tin. If there are consistency items you want to keep flowing through your story, such as

- a character calling another character by a certain nickname and then progressing to a different nickname as you move through

- names used in internal monologue are consistent throughout, vs. names other characters use in speech (e.g. I wrote a fic from the perspective of an american, who says "couch", but the english characters say "sofa" aloud.)

- was that character holding a glass? where did it go? were they suddenly on the other side of the room?

- are the times/days correct? was it summer one scene and winter the next? if time is referenced, is it passing appropriately? (also ensuring it's non-intentional, unreliable narrators can switch between times as a stylistic choice)

(- in papers/essays this is also the point where I would make sure my claims are substantiated in the references I have used)

The things to look for are non-exhaustive. In my fics, I tend to do one single edit that combines all of these, or one update/style check and then a proofread if it's a long fic. This is because I don't tend to spend a lot of time on fics. with my original works, I tend to do each check individually, with the update/style check first, then a consistency check, then a QC, then the proofread. 4 drafts (at least, sigh)

A beta reader can help with some of these, especially the consistency check and the update/style check - when you read your own work a lot you do tend to miss things. However I cannot stress enough when you are asking a beta reader to look over your work, set your expectations:

tell them which kind of edit you'd like them to do. If you want a QC and you get back a style check it can feel a little insulting

if you want a more thorough edit like a style check or a consistency check then set expectations for the level of edit. If you want to develop your own style of writing, then specify you don't want your beta reader to be too picky over word choices, only calling out if, e.g. words don't make sense in context. If you want a language check (maybe your first language isn't english and you are worried about writing in english) then ask for more detailed notes on your specific word choice. it's entirely up to you, and knowing what is expected of them can make the beta's job easier!

And some things personal to me:

items/advice about how i write my own fic, these are things I look for in the update/style check to ensure the conclusion is built to in a satisfying way

plot themes, and building callbacks: I like to pick a few callbacks for my characters and have them mentioned a few times throughout the story - enough that readers will notice and appreciate the callback, but not too much that it's all the characters talk about. it's a delicate balance and depends on the length of the fic and the themes you choose. for example in the longfic i'm writing I have romcoms as a theme, where the characters bring up their favourite big romcom lines a couple of times, then joke around finding their own when they finally kiss. in my original novel i have one fun theme of one of my characters absolutely loving bread and always eating it whenever there's bread offered, and also a plot related theme of discussion about poison, poison preparation, and contemporary medical diagnoses of poisoning which leads a character to realise [REDACTED] might have been poisoned (these things are unrelated my character does not die of poison bread lmao) sometimes these callback themes can reflect the plot of your fic, or it can be a fun character thing that keeps coming back, or it can reflect how a character has grown from the start of the story

characterisation through your story: I'd suggest figuring out where your character starts, and the growth you want them to go through to make the characterisation more fulfilling. this can just be something specific you want that character to realise, or the character settling into the role they have and realising they enjoy it and fighting back less, or a character striving for something and either getting it or not getting it and deciding whether they even wanted it, etc. sometimes the simpler the fundamental character arc, the better. it can help with linking the character arc to the plot, and figuring out how minor characters are doing in the background of the fic

have fun and enjoy! don't feel obligated to follow my advice exactly or stick rigidly to one of the edit types, having a mix between them is just as useful and sometimes certain items slip from edit to edit! sharing your work is scary, but knowing you've picked up on typos and minor errors before you share can reduce that fear a bit :)

[cjgladback]

For the first time in a long while, I got to go to a white elephant gift exchange this December! We had a low price ceiling and my practically wins out over any practical joke sensibilities every time, so on the designated shopping day I left my local overstock store with a nice chopstick set, some fancy (not at all mess-free) popcorn, and a dream.

When I was growing up, my mom was an intrepid homeschooling parent who loved event planning, valued cultural exploration, and had married into a Japanese family. Multiple times - sometimes in the setting of a multicultural fair, at least once as a kind of class party (with celebratory takeout at the end) - she faced teaching large groups of children how to use chopsticks quickly and with as little cost and cleanup as possible.

Her answer was popcorn! It's edible, so you get the full motion down, and lightweight but large enough for less coordinated sticks to pinch. It has tons of nubbins to grab and widely varied shapes to experiment with. Specifically, we used air-popped kernels, without oil or toppings, so when it gets overzealously crushed or bounces away and gets missed by a broom, it's basically biodegradable styrofoam.

What I'm saying is, this is my mom's fault. Other than the choice to draw so many hands in one afternoon on the same day as the party, while also baking a snack. That's all me. This primer was delivered in the format of a tiny booklet (if you look up an "eight page zine" that's also a method I learned from my mom, to turn single-sided misprints into notepads), with fewer jokes and tips than I'd have liked because I simply did not have time to transcribe a hashi rest fold or hairstyle. But reformatted (for Mastodon) it looks fairly respectable.

Lengthy image descriptions and full poster format under the cut.

[ID: A title page reads "How to Use Chopsticks" in all caps. The words "without too much mess" are between two straight, orange lines, which start with round points at the left, evoking chopsticks, and end in flared shapes of a silhouetted splash on the right. Below the lower line are the words "by CJ Gladback." All the text is in black, the background is white but appears light orange due to a repeating geometric watermark pattern of CJ's logo in orange overlaid on the whole image; her handle on most sites is included once on each of the following spreads: @cjgladback​

Next is the first spread of four illustrations with their instructions. On the left half of page are two line drawings of a right hand holding one and then two chopsticks, with the text, "The first stick rests on the side of your ring finger's nail and the flesh between your thumb and index finger. Your middle finger's pad holds it securely while it can slide against your thumb as your hand changes posture in use. The second stick is held between the knuckle of your thumb and the middle section of your index finger. This is the one you move to change angles; it may touch but doesn't really rest on the middle finger's tip." In orange, two arrows indicate the rest points for the first stick while small hashes emanate from the points pressed on the middle and ring fingertips and under the thumb's joint holding the top stick. On the right upper quadrant of the page is the text "Hold them close to parallel to scoop." A hand holds two sticks poked into a bowl of rice between the viewer and the palm; a series of parallel orange lines emphasize the space between the sticks. The remaining quadrant's text reads, "Press with your index finger to pinch firmly." This hand is holding an indistinct rounded shape in its chopsticks, with an orange arrow indicating the rotation of the index finger's tip to press the top stick's point toward the bottom's.

Next is the final spread of the pamphlet. The upper right text reads, "Practice with something medium sized and low mess like (air-popped) popcorn." A single piece of popcorn is held in disembodied chopsticks above a full popcorn bowl, with several kernels fallen to the surface below it. Text below reads, "Pick up your dishes to bring close to your mouth to scoop the harder to grab foods." An implied tilted bowl of food (fried rice or porridge with diced pieces) protrudes off the page, covering only the lower left corner. Close-up chopsticks have their points buried in the food and their lines fade out toward the right. The final black text, underlined by two orange chopstick shapes, reads, "but most of all, do what feels comfortable and eat well!" In orange in the lower right corner, the parenthetical "(and maybe knit a scarf)" is followed by a small orange drawing of a steaming bowl of noodles and sliced egg with a noodle line trailing toward two upward angled sticks with loopy hashes indicating knit fabric hanging from them.

The final image is the full booklet in its web format, with the three previous images from this post stacked vertically. Some orange lines have been added between what were pages in the print booklet, to aid reading flow. /end ID]

[slugandthorn]

Annoyed in a very normal way that his portrait from school is the same length as his hair during the game. Don't worry about what's in the tags I'm sure it's a normal amount of text.

[perilegs]

i know i'm still just a beginner at making edits but can you guys believe i only started video editing this year? i made a short shitty ass edit around? i think february? and then a gmv. and then i had a break but got into making edits in october. and the first ones were ROUGH, but my latest ones? actually pretty decent!!