#i wear colour sometimes ! i've been known to wear colour ! i used to wear colour all the time

[britomart]

also i was hanging out w my friends at the pool today and it was like 30something degrees (C) out so i showed up dressed not in all black and everyone immediately was like vicky why aren’t you emo?!?!??!!?

[blueaetherr]

can you please do like any sort of jude fluff? :)<3

masterpiece

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!artist!reader [she/her]

warning(s): potentially wrong art terminology

summary: the one where they spend the afternoon painting

A free day on a lone Saturday was spent by Y/N and Jude, together. They allowed themselves to do what they wanted—what Y/N wanted to do, what Jude wanted to do. The theme between the two remained the same, consistent: to be cosy, to relax and to have some overall fun and thrill before returning to their jobs the following day. And so, sometime during the late afternoon, the pair found themselves situating one another in Y/N's art room to paint.

The plan was simple: using pictures of their choice, Y/N would paint Jude, and Jude would paint Y/N. The activity would be unserious, naturally; they were painting for the fun and thrill of it all, that's what they wanted to do on their free day, of course. But knowing them, there would probably still be an element of competition within everything. 

"I feel like a kid doing this," Jude exclaimed as he sat by his station. Letting out a small exhale, he smiled as his hands ran over his canvas. "It's been so long since I've painted something. This is actually going to be so much fun, you know."

Looking away from her brushes, Y/N had to scoff a laugh. She shook her head. "I can tell you're already enjoying yourself." 

Even if Jude hadn't voiced his quite obvious excitement to paint, she would've known either way. Jude made sure he was looking and acting the part: wearing overalls (with one of the straps undone) and a painting hat, scrabbling around the room to retrieve all the needed equipment, adjusting his easel every now and then, asking Y/N for some tips beforehand. It was a unique sight to see; he wasn't exactly trying to hide this enthusiasm of his.

And while it was something to laugh at maybe, to witness Jude in such a different environment—surrounded by so much simple excitement and enthusiasm—it was also something for Y/N to smile at kindly. Watching Jude in so much delight and wonder, his focus wide and whole on this one activity that he probably wouldn't do until later days, it was outwardly cute. She let him experience all of this excitement, all of this delight and without interruption to get out of it.

"I mean it's not something we get to do every day, you know." Whenever Y/N was working on an art project, Jude was never really allowed in her art room. Whenever he found himself peaking through the door window, he always saw her lost in thought and wonder, or in excess creativity that she wouldn't put down her brush until later hours– there was no in-between. For the most part, it was strictly off-limits and he respected that. When it was all said and done, Y/N always came through with yet another masterpiece in her hands.

"And now that we can..." Jude passed a narrow brush on his canvas simply to test the colour. Witnessing the faint red on the sheet, he hummed. He'd yet to start and he already felt like he was having the time of his life, feeling himself. "Imma take advantage of that."

As time eased into the afternoon, they did too. In all that they were doing, it was simply fun and thrilling and unserious. That fun when Jude was painting as he wanted to, whenever they would dash a bit of paint here and there. That thrill when the vibes in the room remained immaculate throughout, a healthy mix of painting, conversation and mediocre singing. That unseriousness when two got up for a break, using the short intermission for a dance break, a bit of laughter and toe-stepping adding to the mood.

There was an element of surprise to all of this. Considering that they were sitting adjacent to one another, Y/N couldn't see his work and Jude couldn't her work. And that only made Jude even more curious about Y/N's work, seeing as she was the qualified artist in the room. He would find himself peaking past his easel, observing Y/N with interest and intent; trying to imitate her hand movements, observing the brushes she chose to use 'cause knowing that even without looking at what she was painting, he knew that it would be amazing.

Then her eyes would fly up and meet his. And she would smile and laugh a bit, watching Jude hide and cave himself behind his easel, trying to make it appear like he was focusing on his own work instead of her. But his face would contort; his cheeks caving and shyly blushing, so much that he could no longer hide his previous actions and current feelings regarding Y/N.

"It's so quiet," Jude commented, laughing a bit. There was only music softly playing in the background. Beyond that, the art room felt quite hollow. He dipped his paintbrush into his water jug, swirling it around. He continued, watching the yellowish water turn faintly green. "I feel like we should ask each other questions."

Y/N raised a brow. "Ask each other questions?"

"Yeah, like, I don't know," Jude exhaled, glancing away from his canvas, "to help with inspirations and dat. In fact, I'll ask the first one." His enthusiasm, once again, was so bright and glowing that Y/N couldn't hold back a kind giggle. "What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think about me?"

"What do I think about Jude?" She thought for a second. Not because she didn't know what to say about him—there was a lot to say about him, a lot of things that Y/N would love to voice. Instead, she thought it all over to bring up his best attributes. 

"When I think about you, Jude, I think of someone who's kind, smart, supportive of me—in everything I do, really—has a great personality. There's a lot to who you are, and I'm sure that I could keep going, but Imma keep it short. Also I like the colour blue and white on you," Y/N nodded to herself, confirming her thoughts with an encouraging smile, "They suit you well."

"Oh. Thank you." And there it was all over again, his cheeks caving in and softly blushing. The way she chose to speak about him, he appreciated it. Taking a moment off from working on her artwork, focusing on him as a person rather than as a football player; her words were genuine and soothing to hear.

"And me?" Her eyes returned to her canvas, "What's so special about me?"

Jude shook his head, sighing. Was that something he even needed to think about? 

"Well, let's put the obvious out of the way. You're talented and creative and inventive with like all your art projects, and all in your own respects. That's all you, and no one can take that away from you. But you're also this really cool, really amazing person—one of the best that I've ever had. I mean that's why I asked you to be my girlfriend, you know; so amazing, so cool that I can't keep you as just a friend. That wouldn't be enough for me." Using the end of his paintbrush, he pointed to the left side of his chest. His heart. "You got me right here."

Y/N had to break away from her artwork, glancing at Jude with eyes whole and surprised. Not that she didn't know how Jude felt about her. Always did he let her know with the simple things. The texts whenever he left for training or a match, the cute notes he left on the fridge, on any mirror; he was old-fashioned in that sense, always setting a high standard for himself when it came to his partner. 

She'd never heard Jude articulate himself in a way that was so sophisticated yet easy to understand. He spoke with such ease, his eyes remaining on his canvas that was, well, her. That she, Y/N, was cool and amazing. That as a friend some time ago, she was so cool and amazing that she had Jude feeling her beyond friendship. His words meant to adore and admire her, and that's exactly how she felt; adored and admired. 

After some time when the paint splashing was over, when the dance breaks came to an end, when the light banter between them came to an end, it was finally time to take a look at each other's artwork.

Arms folded, Jude looked between the two easels, which were now standing next to each other rather than away. "I feel like we should look at yours first. I mean we already know that it's going to be better. I'll get too much confidence if I show mine first before you 'cause I know you'll hype me up. We need to get the best out of the way."

She turned her glance to him, laughing. Jude managed to keep the unserious mood alive with paint dots still scattered across his face, predominantly along his cheeks. "Whatever you say," Y/N walked up to her easel, "Presenting, well, you."

Pulling over the paper covering her work, Y/N revealed her painting and, of course, as Jude rightfully predicted, it was wonderful. He was drawn to look delightful and divine, painted completely with blue and white yet still replicating the picture she chose. She managed to complement his features in every possible way, elevating his appearance with her contrasting and shading. He had no words, really. Jude knew that other artists would have more sophisticated and elegant words to say about it. In his eyes, it was simply art.

"What did I tell you? I love it, Y/N," he exclaimed as he brought her into a hug, kissing her cheek. "We gotta get a copy of this. Imma make sure you get commissioned for this." 

She squeezed his shoulder. "You know you don't have to." Seeing as Jude was always so open to posting her art projects on his socials on his own will, it was a given that she would get more exposure as an artist. Of course, she appreciated his actions wholeheartedly. But there were times when she wanted to rely on herself and gain her own fans than retrieving some from Jude.

"Well, I want to," he said, taking another picture of her artwork. After placing his phone away, he rubbed his hands together. "All right. You ready to see mine?"

Chuckling a bit, she motioned to his covered artwork. "Let me see this masterpiece of yours."

Removing the cover, she was soon taken aback. Given that Jude wasn't a professional in the field of art, his painting was simplistic and murky, a bit of pencil used for guidelines. Still, she could see what he was going for. He had drawn her but with all the words and he'd associated her with and more surrounding the painting. cool, amazing, creative, talented, inventive, wonderful, fun, pretty, and more. And at the bottom there was BEAUTIFUL, bigger and bolder than any other word. 

"Again, I know it's not as good as yours but it's something, right? I made sure to capture, or at least tried to capture all your best features. Then, of course, you do this thing where your art holds a lot of meaning and dat. I haven't exactly mastered that aspect just yet, so I went with a literal approach," he explained, gesturing to his artwork. "See? You're cool, amazing, creative, talented, inventive, pretty and so on. The placement of the words is kinda random and all but there was one that stuck out to me. All of these make you this: beautiful. Get it?" His smile grew wide, pride washing over him. "'Cause it's in bold and all the words point towards it—"

"Yes, Jude. I get it," she let out a small laugh, wiping away a stray tear. "I thought I was professional with this stuff."

Jude scoffed, motioning to his partner. "You see? There you go hyping me up. You already won even before you showed me yours." Once again, he pulled her into a hug, one filled with comfort and a few small giggles. Pulling away, he kept an arm around her shoulder. Together, they turned towards their artworks that, essentially, were them. Soon, a smile broke out on his face. "I think we did a good job, didn't we?"

Y/N hummed softly, leaning into Jude. "Yeah, we did."

[niziye]

Omg

I read your thing abt Kai’s changing eye colour being due to abbey experiments and can I just say I am on the same frikin wavelength 😭😭😭😭 heck I even believe that the front grayish part of his hair was also due to the weird experiments

Forgive my rambling but oh my god it’s an HC very dear to me that Kai’s eyes turned crimson when black drawn we was split from dranzer during abbey experimentation, so his eyes are pure red to show that the “darkness” of his bit beast no longer exists.

I wanted to ask about your HC’s on the matter, I’m sure it’s interesting!

Love your art a lot btw keep slaying!

Wah, thanks for sending an ask ✨✨

Firstly, english is not my first language, so I'm using the good old translator and reviewing the things I know.

I love HC about the duality of Dranzer and Black Dranzer, so your HC about color reflecting the lack of counterpart is sublime. I loved this 🌟

To be very hosnestly about this HC (abt Kai's eye color change), I think it's incredibly common, but at the same time I don't see much about it out there. I wonder if it's because it's something very implicit in the fandom or it's just in my head lol

I've had that for a while actually, and several other things. I liked to use some of them when I was writing fanfics many years ago, nowadays they just gather dust in my notes 🍃

The fact that Kai's eyes change color I attribute to two things: 1) her state in relation to the control of Dranzer or Black Dranzer - and any versions of her - that are from another HC, and 2) the experiments at the Abbey. So I'm focusing on that second one.

Lesgo

✦ Kai began receiving medical treatment after the events of the first season in the Russian championship.

✦ He developed some late symptoms due to the lack of certain substances and one of the side effects was the change in the color of his eyes and the tone of his hair.

✦ This also happened to Tala and Bryan, it depends on the type of substance used and how long they were exposed.

✦ To alleviate symptoms, both physical and mental, a medical treatment provided by BBA in association with Miss Judy was developed.

✦ This treatment was difficult to achieve for the simple fact that the substances used were known only to Balkov scientists. At the time the majority were in prison, so Mr D had to give in to certain "methods" which included special treatment and reduced sentences.

✦ Ironically, Kai was a guinea pig even with the fall of Voltaire and Balkov, because even the emergency treatment was experimental.

✦ At first he took a lot of medicine, vials, packs and even injections. He was troublesome at first, but about two years in he managed to stabilize. Medications have also been used to try to improve the symptoms of amnesia.

✦ He still carries bottles with him, but only those for daily consumption.

✦ From time to time he finds flaws in his hair, sometimes strands appear in different tones or are "switched". He knows when he is close to undergoing another change by observing the roots of his hair and around the pupils of his eyes. (I find the idea that he actually "checks" very funny xD).

✦ Since he wears reading glasses, the contact lenses excuse is quite convenient.

✦ Sometimes the medicines are not enough to control some symptoms such as dizziness and tremors and he needs a few days off. Some medicines are really potent and he is often warned by his doctor not to exceed his limits, not when it comes to his medications and rest.

✦ At some point he was asked why he took medicine, to which he replied that they were, in fact, vitamins for your training, until one time Max secretly took a pill - they were for insomnia - and slept for a whole day. This caused quite a bit of confusion and so sermons and admissions were made.

- note: of course I'm going to use Kai's appearance in V-force to promote HC, it's convenient that this part of the story also works as a transition.

Sooooo

I consider this summary to be quite superficial, If I count all the side effects, we will have enough drama for the rest of the year (and I'm not even counting the Borg boys) bwahaha

Please forgive me for any translation errors 🙇🙇

[the-silver-chronicles]

OC Game and Music Monday

Tagged by @josephseedismyfather for this OC game and will be doing my FC5 Deputy OC Silva Omar. Tagged by no one for the Music Monday one.

Rules for OC Game: Bold what is true and tag 15 people.

OC Game below:

APPEARANCE

i'm over 5'5' // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball bats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault (sometimes)// i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand (no she fucking can't)

RELATIONSHIP

i have been in a relationship // i have been single for over a year (a lot longer than that for Silva) // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bon fire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed (she has one she sometimes brings out and uses) // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs 🐶 (Technically only one when she gets Boomer)

And here's a song to describe the relationship of Silva and her (disowned) adoptive padre, Paul Yellowjack:

"Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilled This lust is a burden that we both share Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt

There's darkness in the distance From the way that I've been livin' But I know I can't resist it

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Tellin' myself it's the last time Can you spare any mercy that you might find If I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try Try to follow your light, but it's nighttime Please don't leave me in the end

There's darkness in the distance I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh) But I know I might resist it, oh!"

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @poisonedtruth @voidika @chazz-anova @cassietrn @direwombat @josephslittledeputy @inafieldofdaisies @wrathfulrook @vampireninjabunnies-blog @g0dspeeed @strangefable and @henbased + anyone else who wishes to join in on the fun.

[thatsuccessfulpokemontrainer]

uhuhuh how has sprites design changed and developed over the course of his story? same with beedrill and mari

Ohhhh thank you so much for this RAHH!!

So- sprite is actually two concepts (with two different designs) who got reversed mitosised into one guy, one was a self insert oc from my first full playthrough of pokemon crystal and one was a gym leader oc.

I'm not sharing old art of sprite because honestly looking at anything I've done more than a month ago makes me cringe however- I did an approxmation of "sprites" first design with some fun facts.

Also yes his '!' shirt used to look like that. I actually changed sprites colour scheme because I showed my friend some art and they were like "omg like mcdonalds sprite. is that why hes in the mcdonalds colours." . mortifying. changed immedaitly after.

I dont think I got it across in this version at all but gym leader sprite was supposed to be a punk and had a full patch jacket and stuff.

A lot of sprites design was really open to change when I first started the account, his hair would vary from being over one eye to being over both- his scars would move around since i forgot to make a ref. A lot of stuff just solidified over time the more I drew him the more I figured him out <3. The more I rp'ed as him, the more he became his own character and I got a sense for his likes and dislikes and it impacted his design.

Now drawing him is super duper ingrained into my head and whenever I open a new canvas there is always one of these guys

He also used to have upturned ears, not much to say on those, other than i liked the downturned look more, and changed it in november of last year.

He also kept the blue in his hair after him running away and attempting to dye his hair blue in an effort to disguse himself. He's kept it in the tips since for reasons that he can't explain .

Onto Beedrill! (did some doodles of his old design)

His design changes are really recent because at the start he just wasn't- interesting y'know. just some blonde dude.

But also BD was also first known for sending people meme shirts via pelipper mail so he didnt really need to be more than that. I think the googles and staff helped a little (speaking of which, looking at maybe giving him his staff back sometime)

As his storys become more relevant, I've needed to spice up his design, which I'm happy I did with the funky pokemon esque hair. The fox mask also helps him seem more interesting, but him wearing it isn't common enough to count.

I'm currently doing a redesign of his prosethic finger and another part of his design which i'm excited to share once i'm done.

Now mari!

Not much to say with her old design, her clothes and such were picked out my maris creator and cowriter, and she was supposed to look put together yet ready to fall apart at any moment. She was a real villian, but I've never been unhappy with her design and how it's reflected her personality.

I did like how in maris first apperance, lucians (her bayleefs) leaf was completely seared off along with having severe burns on its body, but by the time she got her blog it was full again as mari has saved up to get a coleus plant implant to regrow the leaf, along with the scars on him fading from her use of burn cream she was sent.

Thank you so much for asking, sorry for rambling haha !!

[ashwithapen]

dearest little sister,

(CW for referenced/implied self-harm, (underage) alcohol abuse, referenced/implied suicidal ideation, brief use of f slur, r slur, and t slur)

i realised, very recently, that as the older of us two, i am the one who is going to have to be proud of you. 

i know, our age difference isn't staggering, but those, what, two years, four months, and two weeks between us is all the difference in the world sometimes. i wonder, deludedly, in the dark of the nights, if it's our age that made me gay and you straight, and me trans and you cis, and me autistic and you not, and me a redhead and you a brunette. two years, four months, and two weeks, and somehow, despite us being siblings, i have never known two so dissimilar people. 

i see you, 14 years old, and i see your 15th birthday coming up in a little less than two months. i see you and your trendy cropped tank tops and your loose-fitting jean shorts. i see your tan lines and your mascara and your colour-changing lights. i see you and your mannerisms and your diction and your dances. i see the way you smile and frown, for nobody, and for everybody, but seemingly never for yourself. 

i've wondered, over this past year, how you've been so happy, and so successful, and so okay with yourself all this time, never faltering. when i was your age, it was screwdrivers and pencil sharpeners colliding atop the ledge of my shower, greedy, desperate fingers twisting and turning and pulling until silver lept free and fell harshly across my skin the night before halloween. when i was your age, it was the taste of vodka that knew me best, that outlined my midmornings and evenings and late nights and midmornings again and again for the better part of two years. when i was your age, it was instagram group chats with other fangirls who also fancied the idea of death. it was therapy sessions with a woman i didn't like, and forgotten homework that played ocean and tried to drown me repeatedly, and hoodies in the summertime, and realising that christmas lights didn't make me smile anymore. 

i wondered, recently. if maybe you are less okay too, but just in your own way. i talked to a boy who plays golf with you. i asked him: "weird question, but how is my sister?" because i didn't really know, not for lack of trying. i think that's what made me ask: every time my question was directed to you, you would ignore me or, more commonly, tell me to kill myself. when i brought that up to the golf boy, who called you his little sister, he laughed, and the girl sitting beside him—a friend of mine—looked up and seemed taken aback. even with all the wildest stories she'd told me about her own family, somehow she said mine was the worse.

i didn't know it was that bad. 

i thought it was normal between us. i thought we were the same as other siblings and i thought that their banter of "but we love each other, really" was only that—banter. a joke with linked limbs and cheesy smiles for the camera accompanied by our own similar brushing off of 'dust' and fixing of clothes afterwards. i didn't think it was unusual for your sister to actually hate you.

but also, i've always hoped, ever since you learnt some choice slurs, that really you did love me, deep down. i hoped, maybe even assumed, that your curled lip and scrunched nose that came for free with every glance you tossed me over your shoulder was just the same as your tank tops and jeans: something that, as a straight, cis, newly teenage girl was necessary for you to wear. then, when i let it slip two weeks later in a park with some other boys that you liked calling me a faggot, they looked surprised and mad and put off in a matter of moments. i had thought you still loved me despite it all, but they said it right there and then how uncool that was. "family doesn't do that shit."

i was glad for the dark; i could have cried, bowing my head as they backed me up out loud, smoke spilling from their lips between remarks. she still loves me, i thought silently, stubbornly. "she's just a kid," i said as if it was some god-compelling excuse. when they heard she was fourteen, they exchanged a certain glance and my heart sunk lower. and that was before i told them about the death threats, the sharpness of her nails, the other words that i'd never heard fall from her lips until after she learnt that i was trans and that i was autistic and that i was just a little bit different from her. 

and so i'm stuck. i want to believe that how you hate me is the same as everyone else: that you don't actually hate me and truly love me deep, deep down, and also that everything you've done to me is just a right-now-teenage-phase thing that's been going on for the last 3 years. 

i wonder, writing this now, where an 11-year-old learnt to be so determinedly hateful. we live together, we went to the same school, and even share some of the same friends. who taught my own sister that who i am is something sinful?

you won't read this. you don't believe in reading unless it's the bible nowadays. 

you may never change your mind. you may never get past this moment, and there may come a day, frighteningly soon, that ends up being the last time i ever see you as i prepare for university a year from now and you try for your early golf scholarships. i need to come to terms with the fact that i may never have a relationship with my sister, i guess. and what a thing to admit to myself!

know that i don't say this to guilt you or to pitty myself. i only wrote this because i saw a video of an older sister reacting to her younger sister's wedding dress for the first time and i realised that, more likely than not, at least as things stand now, there is a good chance that i won't see you get married, and neither you, i. i probably won't get to see you slowly walk down the aisle and be proud of you. you would never invite the retarded, faggot, tranny to your perfect wedding. and i'm not going to marry, not that you'd rsvp. 

i hope you look stunning in your dress when the time comes, little sister. i hope that you really love him and that he makes you happy and treats you well. i hope that i'm wrong and you don't hate me, that i'm right and you do love me. i hope you are okay, now and for the rest of your life, because for as shitty as i've gone through and for as shitty as you treat me, i can't help but care for you, and i will never hate you back.

that's all.

all the best,

[dividedsingularity]

Cosplaying a Dalek

How I spedran my first ever cosplay to wear it at a con, aka a sentimental writeup on the making of the costume with lots of pictures! Find it under the cut.

Ever since I first laid eyes on them, I've loved the Daleks, both as a wider entity and in their design.

Look at this thing, it's perfection! A modern design from the newer, post-2005 series, but with a more classic-feeling black colour scheme.

During my comprehensive Doctor Who watch-through, sometime around January 2020, an idea for an anthropomorphic Dalek materialised in my mind, centering around the Dalek trooper helmets from Resurrection of the Daleks. Except I thought they could have looked way cooler.

I mean look at it. It's got the spirit but it lacks the style. So my design incorporated all the parts I found important about the entirety of the Dalek form. I doubt I thought about cosplaying it while I first had the idea, but the first post I ever made about it already mentions that desire. …huh, it's been so long already??

I never did much about it since that time, though, aside from talking it over with a friend for ideas and thinking about visiting some second-hand clothes shops to look for the right sort of coat. That didn't end up happening, because by sheer luck I found two leather coats to choose from at home, just sitting there unused, and one of them had exactly the right collar!

…that was definitely way over a year ago though. The next time anything moved forward cosplay-wise was early in April this year. Once my small group of friends decided all three of us would go to this year's convention, and all of us were to show up in costume, it was on. With a time limit and a real goal of creating the costume I'd dreamed of for so long, I actually got to work.

The cosplay never left my mind since that day; I was constantly planning what I'd need and how I'd go about achieving it in the back of my mind. There were some things I had ideas for, but many more that I didn't even know how to start approaching; I spent several days in the first two weeks just visiting every art and hobby shop and some more specialised ones across (and some outside) the entire city. (I found out more about public transport here in that week than for my entire life here.)

Some harder to find items that I'd known I'd need from the beginning were a bicycle chain (for the exo-spine) and clear plastic cups (for the helmet lights). Those required dedicated trips and, in the chain's case, much additional work cleaning and breaking it to the desired length.

What gave me the MOST trouble, though, were all the balls on the costume, both helmet and coat. Nearly everyone I talked to about this project had their own (mostly unsolicited) ideas for what they could be made of, but none felt right to me. Eventually I latched onto wanting to make them from buttons - so the problem became finding large enough buttons. After much effort I got them - only coconut shell buttons were anywhere near the correct size - and spent the next few days sewing them and the bike chain onto the coat. Tip: never attempt sewing leather without a thimble.

Here's what it looked like with all the attachments + a dirt cheap belt from a second hand.

Through all the work on the coat, however, I'd been dreading the part I knew least about: the helmet. It was the most crucial element, the lynchpin of the entire thing, and I knew exactly what I wanted it to look like, but nothing about how I'd achieve it. It took me the longest time to even settle on a material to make it out of.

Everything started coming together once I remembered I have access to 3D modelling software that I *knew how to use*. I speed modelled the helmet in one evening, adjusting only the cup holes for real size and eyeballing the rest of the dimensions, praying that it'd end up being right because I had neither the time nor willpower to go through modelling-printing-cutting and gluing it all a second time.

Some wip stages looked pretty funny considering the cup shapes were perfectly to scale

Once unfolded, printed out, glued together, cut out, traced on cardboard, and cut out once more, it looked like this:

a LOT of tape and wishing I had someone to help me hold things in place later, I finally ended up with a shape that looked right and thankfully turned out to be perfectly sized for my noggin. It's incredible how many strokes of luck happened here, really. and there's still several coming up!

After connecting the visor, cups, and a safety helmet base to the cardboard structure, I had a Usable Helmet. Feeling so close to my goal, I still knew there was a long way to go, as I had barely an inkling as to how I'd make or connect the helmet's optic.

I used a small tube of thick cardboard and bent wire in the end. The lens was from an old bedstand clock.

Other than that though, what remained was mostly decoration - and I was not about to even attempt painting this thing; I had to cut the helmet's template into separate pieces, lay them out tightly on a few sheets of PVC foam, cut those and then attach them to each side of the helmet one by one. It took a good while but the result was pretty phenomenal, colour quality-wise.

The helmet also got the button treatment, though these were a different kind and not ones I went looking for - I'd actually had these lying around for years, and exactly the right number, too! Incredible how good they look, especially when in motion and catching all the light. Ended up having to reattach them with a different kind of tape, but they're holding fast now.

So my helmet was done and I had little time to spare, and even less idea how to make my Dalek gun, despite having the parts for it. A classmate unexpectedly offered to let me use a 3D printer he had access to, though, and this opened up an opportunity - so the base for attaching the gun to my forearm was 3D printed, glued, got the straps (from an old gutted backpack) sewn into it and it worked pretty great.

For the gun, I used a clear plastic tube and even more bent wire, and finally for the cable leading to the gun I could do something relaxing - a measure tape that I had to cover with isolation tape. Taped again to the base of the gun, but detachable on the other side via paperclip that I can put on and take off the collar of the coat.

I had all the elements that required crafting ready and put together just a day before the con, then. I'd picked out appropriate underdress (my Dalek shirt and colour-fitting trousers, light for the hot weather) in between working on them.

Let's summarise: it's June. Sunny weather. My cosplay consists of

gun

shirt

trousers

long leather coat

black helmet

gloves

whatever shoes fit the vibe

and I wanted to put a backpack on top of all that, too. You'd have to be insane to wear all of that on a hot summer day!*

*Disclaimer: all Daleks are clinically insane or close enough, so it all checks out.

I decided not to use the gloves and spare myself that much, at least. In the end, the day was even a little cloudy, and it was only about 25°C outside (for my Fahrenheit-using friends, that translates to "way too hot to wear all that") - so the eleven hours of walking in full Dalek cosplay dehydrated me only a little in the end. I think. Yeah that water bottle was gone fast.

The day was incredibly fun, even more fun than it was exhausting, and the number of people who complimented the cosplay or even asked to take a photo with me was absolutely staggering to a newbie like me! It was all worth it in the end; as I write this, I haven't yet had my planned photoshoot to get nice detailed photos of the cosplay, but I did find a TARDIS prop at the con to pose with, so… I guess I can bend my no photos rule and show you this one.

Censoring my face with an actual Dalek picture for accuracy.

Now here I am, a proud and happy new owner of a rather nice Dalek costume. It still needs some adjustments for better comfort of wearing, mostly to make the helmet less wobbly while walking, but I have it! I got help from my friends and colleagues both in terms of solution ideas and resources given to me nearly every step of the way and completing it so quickly wouldn't have been possible without it. Thank you, guys. And thank you, if you've read this entire thing, hope it was enjoyable B ] Questions and comments most welcome if you have any.

[lacklustres]

so!! i know i've yet to write any semblance of a history check on larry. that's mostly because i've had a lot going on, but i wanted to whip up something that i'll elaborate further on, both on here and my carrd, to give something tangible for people to grab onto! i'll also probably separate stuff into a public / semi-public / private knowledge post sometime in the near future.

the basics.

larry's full name is larry greyson mapleton. he heralds from paldean and galarian heritage.

he's a transgender man, he/him pronouns. for the most part, people aren't aware of this. he isn't necessarily avoidant of disclosing it, it simply doesn't crop up as often as it did when he was amidst transitioning. he's accessed hormonal therapy, but hasn't had any surgeries.

he's approximately between 5'8" and 5'9" in height. 5'8.5" if you wanted to be really specific, but if you ask him, he'll just say, "it's average."

he's known, quite notoriously, for his flat affect and woollen atmosphere. people often can't quite pin him down; is he mad at them? is he being stern, unaffectionate, cold? was that a smile or a twitch of the lips? when he first started his career as a gym leader, younger medali residents, quite cruelly, tried to shock / scare / do anything to invoke big, vivid expressions from him. they failed in almost all their attempts.

he has been long-since diagnosed with depression and schizophrenia. the schizophrenia is believed to have genetic, organic roots; this has been hotly contested by his family, retorting especially against such a claim. they claim that they have no history of schizophrenia, so, when doctors have tried to explain that it might've come earlier down the line or other family members might've had gone undiagnosed, they've been met with contention. larry believes they're like this because it makes them feel like it's their fault.

larry was incredibly different prior to adulthood. loud, demanding, anti-authority, colourful emotionally, a lover of poison and dark types ... he was an archetype rebellious teen. that all changed when he began to experience aggressively recurrent psychotic episodes. many of his friends and peers, who'd looked up to him for his assertiveness and commanding voice, saw him gradually fade into a shadow of himself. they claimed, "you're weird now, man", and "you're not who you used to be." he became very isolated. he lost most of his social life in his late teens, early adulthood.

he began to fixate on things that made him feel, but more importantly look normal. and, due to his experiences in being highly visibly unwell during his episodes, there was persistent anxiety in anything that made him feel like he "stood out". he began to wear plainer colours, he dressed up in plainer, conventional clothes, he tidied and tried to keep his public spaces as meticulously clean and clutterfree as possible. this nigh obsession with not standing out, being average and unremarkable, is what led him towards his eventual specialisation (and preference, as he makes clear in his elite four chats, almost alluding to some kind of distress about having to veer away from his comfort zone) in normal-types.

[memoriesofmidnight]

there's a house across the street. people have come and gone.

i knew a girl once. she had long hair, a favourite dress, and nine barbies. she didn't have a ken, and i remember her saying she didn't want one because then all her dolls couldn't share clothes. she'd feel bad for ken, sitting there in one shirt and pants and shoes.

she used to be clumsy. she came home every evening with scraped knees and torn leggings, and hair pulled out of ponytails with the rubber band nowhere to be found.

she used to dance, putting on music on her mother's old ipod and hopping around the room. there were videos of her dancing like that, grinning widely and laughing loud. nobody ever told her it wasn't okay to be weird. because it wasn't.

she did ballet for some months. she made friends in class, knew other pretty girls with their tutus and perfect plies. she dropped the class later. maybe she didn't like the teacher, or the lost time, or the pressure. maybe she just wasn't a fan of the colour pink.

she wasn't a big fan of wasted space, either. ...i wonder what she'd think of me now.

we lost touch, over the years. she moved away when i was a teen, but she still comes here sometimes on holidays. we catch up, and she tells me about the girls she thinks are pretty and the way her best friend's eyes light up when she watches a show she likes.

she's still got long hair, but now it's long enough to reach her back. if she cut off an inch, nobody would even notice, that's how long it is. she asks me to style it sometimes, and all i do is braid it out of habit. it looks pretty, but the other day when i looked at a picture of her i had to pause a second before i recognised who it was.

if she never visited again, i think i could forget her.

i don't think i'd ever forgive myself if i did. forget her, that is.

i know a boy. he only moved here recently, taking the house the girl left behind. he says he used to read but he stopped. he says he has a lot of friends, but i've never seen them at his door. i think he's full of shit.

one day, i let the girl and the boy meet. the boy accidentally ran off with her. at least, i think it was by mistake. i'm sure they never meant to leave me here.

this boy, he has short hair and wears pink shirts sometimes. his favourite colour is green, like the grass in his garden. he wears jeans and trims his hair every few months, when it starts to skate at his shoulders.

sometimes, i think i know him, whom i have known for a much shorter time, more than the girl. i think she'd be mad at me for that.

sometimes, the boy is angry. i don't know at what. i think he's angry at me. i get angry at him, too, so it's fine. i wish he would leave like the girl did, but lets the girl come back. i wish he stays forever and bars the girl from ever returning.

if i could, i'd forget him. i think he would want me to forget him, too. but i can't. he lives in the house i see every day, and i know he's there.

it's fine. i don't think i could ever forget him. if i did, i don't think the girl would forgive me for that, either. she's always been too kind for her own good.

sometimes i think she's known him for longer than i have. maybe they were friends, pen-pals. maybe they were cosmically connected because they lived in the same house across the street.

[kattahj]

Get to know me ask game

@pandasmagorica and @waitmyturtles both tagged me with slightly different versions. I'm going with @waitmyturtles' version, but as @pandasmagorica pointed out, bolding alone doesn't show up with screen readers, so I've added "bolded" to the ones I've bolded (and sometimes a modifier).

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair (no, but did as a child) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (bolded) // I have one or more piercings (bolded - but I only have them in my ears) // I have at least one tattoo (bolded - three) // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (no - but did previously) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces (bolded, though I'm unsure if the removable kind I had counts as "braces" or if it's called something else) // I sunburn easily (bolded - my only available skin colours are boiled codfish or boiled crabfish) // I have freckles (bolded - but my other moles/beauty spots are more visible, I'm a freaking star chart) // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards (bolded - sometimes! It depends on which side of my head I need to protect from the sun)

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument (bolded - several, but not well) // I am artistic // I know more than one language (bolded - I have studied about a dozen, but am only fluent in two) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (bolded - but not any impressive ones *g*) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (bolded) // I know how to swim (bolded - I love swimming) // I enjoy writing (bolded - though perhaps it's more true to say I enjoy having written *g*) // I can do origami (bolded - sure, simple things like boxes) // I prefer movies to tv shows (bolded - but honestly, it's both, and as much of both as I have time for) // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (bolded - I used to be in choirs back when I had the time) // I could survive in the wild on my own (italics - yes, I know it's cheating, but... how long are we talking here? Which wilds? What's the weather? I was a girl scout, but I was never a very good one.) // I have read a new book series this year (bolded - not a whole series, but I read the two first books in Jenny Jägerfeld's series about Sigge just last week) // I enjoy spending time with friends (bolded - not every day, though) // I travel during work or school breaks (bolded - a little bit, not very far. This summer, I made it to the next county over.)// I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year (bolded - sooo much longer than that!) // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (bolded - I have known most of my friends longer than ten years. It's what happens at my age.) // my parents are together (bolded - 54 years of marriage and counting) // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (bolded - I guess I do sometimes? Not as a habit, I don't think.) // I have made an online friend (bolded - several) // I met up with someone I have met online (bolded - more than once, including that time I went across the Atlantic for it!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (bolded - but it was a long time ago) // I have watched the sun rise (bolded - I remember especially Easter mornings in my youth) // I enjoy rainy days// I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach (bolded - but I like the forest even more) // I know what snow tastes like (bolded - though the first thing that came to mind when I saw this was "never eat yellow snow") // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms (bolded - I do rather, as long as I'm inside!) // I enjoy cloud watching (bolded - but I don't do it habitually the way I did as a teen) // I have attended a bonfire (yes, but it's been a few years, I really should go out for Valborg next year!) // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (italics - sometimes, if the weather's nice and it's not longer than four or five miles) // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (bolded) // I am the mom friend  (absolutely not, which is why it's unfortunate that I work in a school. I hate telling people what to do.) // I live by a certain quote  // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (bolded - though that doesn't really exist as an adult, does it? But I volunteer for OTW translation and for a local film festival, I guess that counts.) // I enjoy Mexican food (Italics - I don't think I've ever eaten genuine Mexican food. I like tacos well enough? Don't usually cook it, though.) // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (bolded - and at all other times) // I sing in the shower (bolded - and at other times too) // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

Tagging some mutuals who have appeared in my notes lately, apologies if anyone has already been tagged by others: @lena221bee @ryfkah @birdisland @shampoot @naapurinkissa @beccaelizabeth315 @pocket-elf @vierran45 @twiceturned

[ezra-iolite]

...... I've been constantly listening to two songs that's finally inspired a whole new layer of worldbuilding for the Pirateformer Jokani culture (JJ GET DRILL OVER HERE NOW!! XD) So forgive me for this lore dump, but I NEED TO DO IT WHILE THE IDEA IS STILL FRESH IN MY MIND!!!!!

What if, and be patient with me here.... the Jokani's culture is heavily based in singing for most of their major festivals, but especially for two of their biggest ones?

The Enkipukonoto Eaji (En-Key-Poo-Ko-No-Tow, Ee-Ya-Gee) or the Name Gifting Ceremony (a real life Maasai festival) ... And the Umoja wa Mioyo or the Hearts Union Ceremony, a wedding in simpler terms.

For the Umoja wa Mioyo, or simply a Jokani Wedding, its central song for either the bridal walk or the couple's first kiss after their vows is a gentle and celestial-sounding choir song used to celebrate the union of a new family. The wedding ceremony itself is always a simple one that isn't too different to a standard Primus (IRL Western Hemispheric) style one, beyond the environment, the attire of the wedding couple and the rites performed.

The song itself is a hidden blessing made through the melody and words projected throughout the church or venue. Sometimes it is a traditional religious song created by the Evenstar Church; other times the family of both the bride and the groom come together to write their own song and melody as a gift to the couple, bridging their families together and achieving that sense of teamwork for the life they will share from now on.

..... And yes, NONE of the northern half of the world of Pirateformers knows the songs of Jokani culture due to their isolative nature.... which is why I'd like to believe Drillburst will be the herald of spreading Asya's song based culture to Primus~ For once Asya marries the MnM gang to make their polycule truly legal by Jokani land based law, in order to become Dragon Queen, he'll have ample opportunity to hear the songs of her people and spread them throughout the world and finally pull Joka Ardhi out of its solitude, by removing the bigotry of the north towards the southern kingdom~

~*~

The Enkipukonoto Eaji or the Name Gifting Ceremony, however, is something entirely different for the Jokani that is deeply rooted into their culture of family formation and life itself. Starting after the child nears their third month of life, or only after enough time has passed to ensure the wellbeing of both the baby and the new mother, either the mother herself or those closest to her (be it the grandmother of the newborn, a family friend, sisters by both blood and marriage, or loved ones who are all female or identify as women) will begin to carve wooden beads the size of a small fingernail and paint them in matching coloured pairs, one colour to represent the mother, the other for the father, or sometimes one for the guardians caring for the child and the other for the child themselves, should the infant be an adopted orphan. For the next four to six months after the child's birth or adoption, to give the family enough time to truly know the child better in personality, the beads they craft will begin to form a bracelet, two for each stage of life; Infancy, toddler, child, teens, young adulthood, middle aged, and elderly.... Fourteen beads in total.

Once the beads have been carved and painted and it is time to construct the bracelet itself, the designated "Weaver" of the bracelet, who is usually the mother, grandmother, godparent, or on a rare occasion the father, will hum a sacred song known as the "Life Gift Hymn" as they string the beads together, one purely made to be a prayer to bless the bracelet and imbue it with luck, good intentions, and a long life for the child who will wear it for the rest of their life. The song's lyrics, however, always changes based on the wishes of the Weaver for the child, hence why they will hum only the melody and think of the words as they weave their wishes into the bracelet. This bracelet will soon become the most valuable item to that child for the rest of their life, and as they grow up they too will learn this sacred melody, no matter their gender. However, the words of the sacred Life Gift Hymn will not be heard until the day the child is given their name and this bracelet, known to the Jokani as their "Jamaa Kamba" or Kindred Cord.

(And yes, Asya did perform this song to ALL the children on the ship that she considers as her own offspring, including Ferrous and Indi. And after the children of the MnM gang were old enough to learn of Asya's culture, they each got their very own Kindred Cord of orange (Asya's colour), sky blue (Elbent), dark blue (Brynjolf/Breakdown), green (Verglaust), and red (Kevin/Knockout) beads. These beads can also be worn as armbands, necklaces, earrings, braided hair beads, anything really... as long as the beads are connected and they are worn on the child.) The time between the birth of the child and their third month of life is vital, as by the oldest laws of Jokani tradition, only after the child survives their first few months of life, to see if they are strong enough to survive in such a harsh world, do they earn the right of being gifted their name. Until their third month of life finally arrives, a newborn baby will be given a placeholder name known in Jokani as an "Embolet name", a gift from the clan/family for the baby to borrow, but once their bracelet is ready by the time the infant turns three months old, then it is time to think of their earned "Zawadi Jina" or their Gift Name, their lifelong name given on their Name Gifting Ceremony day by the women of the child's family, which can then be used until the child wishes to change it due to personal conflict or they can keep it forever.

[haellen-o]

Get to know me

Tagged by: @otherworldseekers a surprise to be sure. but a welcome one

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The last song you listened to: Bloodshot by Enter Shikari hopelessly addicted to them. i've totally not had the new EP on repeat... i swear

Currently Reading: Nothing actually. I don't really read anymore, outside of video game lore and roleplays, however. last thing i actually read/e-booked was adrians undead diary. i quite enjoyed it. but that was a couple years ago

Last Movie: The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring! but the fancy extended cut. watched it with a few friends and it was highly enjoyable. we're figuring out a time currently to sit down and watch two-towers extended cut

What are you wearing right now: A pair of jog pants that i turned into shorts with some expert tailoring skills:tm: and a limited edition enter shikari hoodie. its bright pink and has some flower power asf font with the bands name on the back

How tall are you: Last time i checked... i think around 6'3? (182.88 cm according to google)

Piercings: None currently. Although i would like to potentially look into getting my ears pierced

Tattoos: None currently. But i do have some plans for tattoo's

Glasses? Contacts? Neither! i'm pretty sure i have perfect vision. admittedly its been awhile since my last optician visit

Last drink: Tea. Strong. Dash of milk. Three sugars. Yorkshire tea preferably but i'm not picky. Still drinking it while writing this

Last show: uhhhh... I don't remember, i started episode 1 of breaking bad a few weeks back but i've yet to pick it back up. i've been busy doing other things

Last thing you ate: [Nervous laugh] my dinner... which i ate last night... It's currently 4:22 pm... i ate my dinner at around 8 pm yesterday... Oops?

Favourite colour: its hard to pick. its always a toss up of 3 depending on the day. a deep/maroon red, a green-ish yellow known as charteuse. or neon green

Current obsession: Enter shikari. But it'll probably go back to FFXIV at some point

Unrelated Obsession: I don't think i'm capable of being obsessed with more than one thing at a time tbh. i guess haellen and ophelia's OC lore would be the closest thing? but that's just a given at this point

Any pets: Yes! i take care of 3 dogs and only one of them is mine. he is a jack russel named timmy (timothy when he's fucked up) and he is the bestest

Do you have a crush on anyone: i used to have a crush on someone from my friend group. but sometime a few years ago i sort of... "Gave up" on romance and romantic feelings. it started to exhaust me

Favourite fictional character: you cannot make me pick one so i will instead list a few of my favourites, as i adore them all equally. robot-ky, baiken, emet-selch, garrus vakarian, saltzpyre, and last but not least, the drifter

Tagging: @hdawg1995 @home-halone @idyllruin @moonchildrenffxiv @the-unending-journey

[seconddoubt]

tagged by asia @mickgaydolenz and raya @vintagecocacolainthesun, thank you so much!!! <3

rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals

1. are you named after anyone?

nope

2. when was the last time you cried?

this morning when i was journaling, i think if you've followed me for some time, like over a week, it's a well known fact that i'm a cry baby, i cry almost every day either from music or reading or some movie or something good happening to me or a friend, or something bad happening to me or a friend

3. do you have kids?

nope. and i for sure will never have biological kids, and pretty likely not kids in any capacity ever.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah, which is funny 'cause i often have trouble knowing when someone else does, but i can't stop meself

5. what's the first thing you notice about people?

i notice clothes and hairstyle long before i start to actually conceptualise someone's face in my mind, i know this because if a new acquaintance or someone i don't see too often changes their hair or wear something completely different from what i've seen them in i do not recognise them anymore, this has lead to some awkward situations.

6. what's your eye colour?

very dark brown

7. scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies ! but i like a happy ending too

8. any special talents?

i can sound like a dove

9. where were you born?

sweden

10. what are your hobbies?

okay so the only one i can consider consistent, like it has never wavered, is listening to music, and i really mean just listening to music, i rarely put on an album to have it going in the background, i will sit down, usually on the floor and listen and often read the lyrics while doing so, but i also listen to music on my walks.

i would have considered reading and writing consistent too but last year was fucked and i barely wrote a single word that wasn't for school and i read a total of like 5 books, most of them also for school so that was shit, but i am getting back into it now, but it's still heavier than it has been in many years to do so.

and i like creating stuff but what changes all the time, sometimes drawing, sometimes painting, or sculpting, sewing, embroidering, knitting, crocheting, i made a collage yesterday.

11. have you any pets?

no :c

12. what sports do you play/have played?

did horseback riding when i was very young, then i've just danced, which i don't really consider a sport, i guess competitive dancing is, but what i did felt more like self-expression with the added bonus of strength and flexibility, rather than sport,tho idk really what the definition of "sport" is.

13. how tall are you?

155cm

14. favourite subject in school?

maths, physics and languages

15. dream job?

i don't dream of labour. i would actually love to do online archiving of old texts to preserve them for the future, but most of that work is pro bono so i would have to do that outside of a job and that just ain't gonna happen. i am actually interested in translating literature, i am currently looking into freelance opportunities for that.

it said to tag 15 ppl but today i am once again scared and don't wanna bother anyone, so i will not be doing that, but as always i would love for you to consider yourself tagged by me if you see this and want to do it!!!!

[oceanblueeyesoul]

hii is it alright if i have a matchup with wednesday addams ? it's okay if not, i don't mind !!

( i hope you know what shifting is cause i am going to describe my 'DR' self LMAOAOA )

my name is angel, i am a female who strictly uses she/her pronouns and i am omnisexual, VERYY much leaning towards women. i'm 150cm tall and i am on the slimmer side. i have long, straight light blonde hair that goes down to my bellybutton with a fringe. my eyes are so brown that most might mistake them for black, my iris is quite big, and rather than siren eyes i have big doe eyes. i have light freckles scattered across my cheeks and nose. i know appearance doesn't matter but it's fun to visualise LMAOAOAO

i am quite shy, even around people i've known my whole life. i'm also quite quiet, some of my classmates i've known for a while haven't really heard my voice. i don't speak all that much due to an insecurity i have with my voice but i won't touch too much on that because it's an uncomfortable topic. i'll try to describe it, it's a little soft and almost embarrassingly high pitched. it takes a good while for me to actually talk to somebody with my words, and genuinely open up. i am always willing to do anything not only for those i love, but for anyone. i'm too kind for my own good sometimes in the sense that i'm trying more to recognise when people are genuine or taking advantage of me. although i'm shy and quiet, i can be quite energetic and bubbly. often i'm calm, but when i'm happy or excited i'll be smiling non-stop and stimming. i've been told i'm mysterious which makes me cringe a little. i have a very good sense od humour, it's very very easy to make me laugh. some other adjectives to describe me are ditzy, observant, introverted, oblivious, shy, happy. i wouldn't call myself smart but i am most definitely not stupid, my lowest grade is a b. i'm smart with school subjects, but with other stuff is where my brain goes a bit cloudy. if i went to nevermore, ironic as it is, i'd most likely be an angel. if i went to hogwarts, i'd be a hufflepuff. i get along with 99.9% of people i meet. i know a lottt of people but only keep very few close. i LOOVE snow, rain & winter !! which is a pity honestly because i catch colds quite easily and i get cold easily but it doesn't matterr i love it anyway. my favourite season ever. lemons, gingerbread, fruit salads, strawberry jam and pastries (specifically donuts) are my favourite foods. i am a talented singer but nobody is aware because i'm to embarrassed to sing in front of anybody. i'm definitely a cat person as i admire that cats can not only be playful, but calm as well. my music taste is mainly lana del rey, pinkpantheress & tv girl. i like a lot of songs but these artists are in my playlist the most. i also love newjeans and red velvet's music but idk if people know them. i have a resting sad face so people often think i'm sad when they glance at me and i'm super insecure of that because i got called emo because of it </33

my clothing style is coquette, but i only really wear white clothing with the occasional grey and very pastel colours. i usually wear black mary janes and frilly socks and leg warmers. i love the snow clothing, the clothing with fluffy material. i prefer wearing clothing that fits my waist very well, and mini-skirts. i like wearing bows at the back of my hair and a little bit of jewellery. i don't like wearing too much, i don't like baggy pants - if i was to wear pants they would be low rise skinny jeans. most tops i wear fit me very well and are very often cropped.

i hope you don't find anything about me cringe because i get it often that my fav characters wld find me cringe and that i'm cringe in general which i find a little sad. i hope this wasn't too detailed. it's like one in the morning right now and i have nothing better to do LMAOAO thank you anyway if you made it to here !! thank you ily !! <33

Hi there, Angel! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

ENID SINCLAIR!

She would definitely love your outfits and would often steal some pastel outfits in your wardrobe when she runs out of new looks to wear for an important event.

She would definitely help you to come out of your shell a bit because she wants everyone just to see you as she sees you all the time.

She would definitely love your physical appearance the most because she thought you looked the most angelic out of the angels that she must be in heaven with you.

Huffledor x Hufflepuff soulmates!

[pyrettawychwiggin]

Pyretta's Answers:

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)?

I have a few; Daine & Numair from Tamora Pierce's 'The Immortals' series, Crow from Destiny 2, Julian from The Arcana, Lara Croft (just like, in general). The list goes on 😅 These days, I've been hyperfixated on Nanami Kento from Jujutsu Kaisen 🥴❤️‍🔥

2. Lighter or matches?

Lighter, but matches will do.

3. Do you leave the window open at night?

I don't think that's wise, no. If I could trust that some crazy person wouldn't take advantage, I probably would, though - I love the air flow.

4. Which cryptic being do you believe in?

Would you count the fae? If not that, definitely skinwalkers.

5. What colour are your eyes?

Green-ish, with kind of a hint of hazel sometimes.

6. Why did you do that?

I was in a very dark place in my life - I'm just glad I got out of things before I did something stupid.

7. Hair ties or scrunchies?

Back when I had hair long enough, I loved my scrunchies. I had a lil' collection going. Nowadays I rock a short style - more comfy.

8. How many water bottles are in your room right now?

None, actually. Usually I have one or two in there, though.

9. Which do you prefer - hot coffee or cold coffee?

Iced and packed full of sugar.

10. Would you slaughter the rich?

#EatTheRich (the mega-rich, anyways. I don't see anything wrong with someone who has lots of wealth; it's the multi-billionaires that I think are wholly unethical)

11. Favourite extracurricular activity?

Making/listening to music for sure.

12. What kind of day is it?

Gloomy, actually. Something in the air has myself and everyone I know feeling 'off.' Ah well. Another day tomorrow - sun'll come out eventually.

13. When was the last time you ate?

A couple hours ago.

14. Do you love the smell of the earth after it rains?

It's one of my favourite smells, actually.

15. Are you a parent?

I think I have a tamagotchi still lying around here somewhere... 🤔

16. Can you drive?

Yep. I only started driving a few years ago, but I finally got a move on anyways.

17. Are you nearsighted or farsighted?

I'm more near-sighted than far-sighted, but not at a point to need glasses or contacts (yet).

18. What hair products do you use?

I love the Amika brand shampoo, conditioner and dry shampoo. Aside from that, the only other hair product I use is Evo's 'Salty Dog' salt spray.

19. Imagine we're at a sleepover - would you paint my nails?

I mean hey, sure - I just can't guarantee I'll paint them well 😅💅

20. Do you say soda or pop?

I say both, actually - no rhyme or reason, I just kinda blurt our whichever comes out in the moment 😅🥤

21. Something you've kept since your childhood.

A mix CD from my late first boyfriend - I've had it since 10th grade.

22. What type of person are you?

I'd say 'sentimental.' Sometimes delusional with my tendency to lean into escapism - it leads me to be a bit of an idealist, and I can have unrealistic expectations sometimes.

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

I don't mind it, really - it's when the air is so cold it hurts my face that it starts to get old.

24. If we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Stargazing and listening to some tunes for sure - with any luck, we'll catch some northern lights. Also snacks. We always need snacks.

25. Perfume/body spray or lotion?

I don't really use perfume - maybe on occasion I'll use a body spray from Bath & Body Works or something, but lotion I use every day.

26. A scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

The last hour I spent with my grandfather. I feel like if I had really known that was going to be the last hour, I would have had so much more to say.

27. About how many hours of sleep did you get?

Six, give or take? Which is a lot for me.

28. Do you wear a mask?

I do, but I'm a dental assistant, so that just kind of comes with the gig. Other than that, I wear masks when I am feeling under the weather, but need to be out in public for whatever reason, or if I'm in a place where masks are required by the business/health code standards.

29. How do you like your shower water?

Wet? (Ha) Nah, I usually like it at some semi-extreme temperature; either hotter than hellfire, or glacier cold.

30. Are there dishes in your room?

Nope.

31. What type of music keeps you grounded?

Some nice acoustic indie tunes; maybe some lo-fi tunes.

32. Do you have a favourite towel?

I do love my blue striped beach towel ♡

33. The last adventure you've been on?

My last adventure.... Drumheller with my partner, actually! Last year 🦖🦕

34. Is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Every song from Evanescence's 'Fallen' album, but there are many songs outside of that, too.

35. What's your timezone?

Mountain Standard Time.

36. How many times have you changed your url?

Only once, I think. As far as I can remember, anyways.

37. Someone in your life other than a relative that you've known for 10+ years.

My non-blood brother and sister - my lifelines.

38. A soap bar that smells good.

I don't use bar soap, actually. Just liquid soaps. I usually go for unscented stuff, but rain/ocean-scented is usually a good bet for me.

39. Do you use lip balm?

Erryday - specifically, I love Burt's Bees and Barefoot Venus.

40. Did you have any snacks today?

Yep! Doritos and a Pepsi slurpee this afternoon. Aside from that, it's been all celery, carrots, cucumbers and oranges.

41. How do you take your coffee?

Iced and sickeningly sweet; like, more sugar than coffee, probably.

42. An app you frequently use aside from this godforsaken site.

Well, Instagram and TikTok (like most of the world). Aside from that, I use my Artful Agenda religiously. I used to be a big fan of paper agendas, but I needed to switch to electronic for convenience, but I liked that I could still get the same customization and fun options of a paper agenda with it. So now, it's my only real 'every day' app.

43. What's your take on spicy foods?

I wish my tongue wasn't so weak so I could enjoy them more, but alas 🥵

44. You get a free pass to kill anyone - who is it?

Honestly? No one.

45. Can you remember what happened yesterday?

Pfft, I can barely remember what I had for lunch this afternoon, much less what happened yesterday 😅

46. Favourite holiday film?

I've always enjoyed watching Sleepy Hollow, Corpse Bride, and Hocus Pocus around the Halloween season. As for Yule, I'm leaning towards Krampus, Elf, Love Actually, and The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.

47. What was the last message you sent?

A single-emoji text to my dad that says '🗿'

48. When did you first try an alcoholic beverage?

I think I was 16/17 years old. Nothing crazy, just a bottle of Corona.

49. Can you skip rocks?

Not well, but I can. Sometimes 🙃

50. Can I tag you in random stuff?

As long as it's not:

• racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic, etc.

• AI art

• spam

• just harmful to someone like, in general

Then by all means, lol

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[faeoftheferns]

Yellow

While in a state of deep melancholia even the furnace sounds like it’s wailing. It’s crying. I wish I knew what it was saying because maybe I could help. 

Are the hallucinations beginning?

How long can someone deny their dreams before they come at the edges of their waking vision? 

He spent time with Rain yesterday. That’s her name, Rain, like the weather. But you’d never know, she’s the colour yellow that would’ve saved Van Gogh. She wears bells in her hair and laughs with her nose scrunched up. She’ll tell him what the planets are doing and hold his cock in her ringed fingers. Not rainy at all.

My book about non-monogamy tells me it’s normal to feel insecure, even jealous, at times. But they never covered our unique situation. This doesn’t come with an instruction manual, just blame and confusion. Brian was apprehensive, of course, especially with how close I am with the others. Dasha and I have known each other the longest, and she’s got more of a sexual appetite than I do. She almost got into a bar fight last weekend, I have the bruises to mark the incident. 

There are ghosts in the furnace.

I wish I could be like either of them. Nurturing and sunny like Rain, or sultry and protective like Dasha. But I just keep things together for us all. My therapist asks about them a lot, and sometimes I bring them in on my sessions. They’ll even chat with Dr. Thomas on their own. 

We’re very close. 

My body still feels Brian's hands on its skin. Him and Dasha must’ve gotten together this morning. She likes it rough. Good for her. 

Standing in the bathroom, her black wig a sleeping beast on the granite counter. False lashes caterpillars on the mirror. She’s created a goth jungle amongst my antiques. Evidence of Rain written in smudged incense ash. 

I’ll brush my teeth and remind myself I'm still here. Even though things have been harder than usual. Mom died. I can’t sleep. Brian tries, but I'm always gone. So Rain and Dasha come around. He sees others float in and out of our tomb, he doesn’t know them, strangers in our two-bedroom flat. 

He worries. 

I think he misses me. I miss him. 

Staring at my sunken eyes and faded green hair I feel like the swamp monster I read about as a kid. Hiding in the closet. The safest place in the house. I met Dasha soon after that. 

This green algae hag with a toothbrush in its mouth, toothpaste at the corners of chapped lips. He can’t see this, I have to get it together. Instead, I cry. 

With the toothbrush still in my mouth, drooling blood and minty foam. The pink shag rug is a soft mitt that catches my body. Heaving sobs and inhaling the scent of lavender and mildew. 

It’s coming too fast.

Too loud. 

I can’t stop it. 

The furnace is still haunted, still moaning.

My elbows begin bruising on the tile, pressing the floor away to find safety. Standing isn’t an option. I’m going to empty myself out, can that happen? Can your ribs just open like jaws and dump your entrails right out? I’ll wrap my hands around my middle and try to keep it all in. Praying it works. 

“Amy?” Brian is on the other side of the door. I try to stop the tears, I need to wipe them away but my face stays wet. 

“I’m okay” I struggle out. My head begins to swim. Pressure builds inside my skull like a gentle squeeze of my brain. Never painful. 

“Can I come in?” he’s pleading. He wants to be there for me, so badly. I wish I could let him. Panic is still rising as my bathroom gets blurry. Dashas wig and eyelashes are more menacing than ever. 

Pressure building. 

Door opens. 

And I let go. 

“Amy, honey, please. What can I do?” He crouches next to us and puts a reassuring timid hand on our head.

But sunshine has filled the bathroom and I've started fading. 

“Does Amy have any hair dye? I think I'm going to refresh the hair. That would make her happy. And I'm going to have a warm bath. Clearly you and Dasha got up to some fun this morning” she laughs. 

Brian smiles, with sadness behind his eyes instead of on his cheeks. Maybe he’s the haunted furnace. If he was Van Gogh she could fix him.