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ratatouillewastakendammit · 5 months ago

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OMG I LOVED THE Tomorrow, I promise SO MUCH 😭🔥🙏🏻 have you considered of making part two? id be begging on my knees

I'm so glad you liked it!! Thanks for the request! (Also for the person who requested the Hawks version of this trope, it should be done soon! 💙)

Tomorrow, I promise

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: language; slight smut/suggestive; as always I have no beta reader and this was made in maybe under two hours because I wanted to get it to yall quickly <3

Find part one here!

"You ready to beg yet?"

In all honesty, your answer would've been yes.

The desire to give in was heinous, to throw away your pride for the tickle of heat budding below your abdomen and that wicked smile coming from the man above you.

Then you heard the knock on the door.

Practically falling off of the bed, your right knee hit the floor, pulling a curse from your mouth as the wood scraped against your skin. You scrambled to your feet, allowing yourself a deep breath for composition before turning the knob.

Magne and Compress met your line of sight, both looking upward as your door creaked open, the hinges rusted with age and lack of care.

"Good morning!" The redhead grinned, lowering her sunglasses to get a better view. "We figured it had been long enough for the quirk to wear off, so we wanted to check on how you were doing..."

Her voice trailed off, face scrunching in surprise. At first, you weren't actually sure why.

Until you felt the wave of heat gnawing at your back.

Eyes narrowed, Dabi had a hand placed on the left side of the door frame, leaning slightly and wearing an expression of pure annoyance.

Magne bit her lip. "Did you two-"

"No!" You sidestepped a few inches, heat blooming in your cheeks. "We definitely did not."

Dabi scoffed, muttering a quiet, "Yeah, thanks, assholes."

"Plus Shigaraki wants to see you two, talk about tomorrow's mission or something." Compress, seemingly able to ignore the less-than-kind comment, nodded to the stairway. "Unless, of course, we're interrupting anything."

Grabbing his free arm, you yanked Dabi in front of you, effectively pushing the group out of the room. "Nope, sounds good. See you soon, bye."

The hurried burst of words was followed by the slam of your door and a sigh. The sound of relief echoed through the space, now devoid of that warmth you kicked yourself for missing. Body resting on the wood, almost like a barricade to the world outside, you pushed yourself forward and towards the dresser.

Picking out a pair of jeans and a hoodie was easy.

Facing the rest of the League was not.

You tried to listen to your leader's explanation of what would be going down tomorrow, fidgeting under the cerulean gaze stemming from across the room.

For what seemed like hours, Shigaraki droned on and on about how pissed off he would be if you messed up again. It felt like a millennium before he waved you all off with a lazed flip of his hand.

Jumping up from your chair far too quickly, you sped-walked to the stairs, going at least two at a time in the direction of your room.

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough.

Deft hands slid around your waist from behind, picking you off from the mismatched wood and tossing you over Dabi's shoulder.

"Put me down, asshole!" You yelled, ignoring the way his hand rested ever-so conveniently over your behind.

"Sorry, doll," he replied, ushering a soft squeeze to the area above your thigh. The sound he earned drew a wicked grin across his features as he opened the door to his own room. "But not happening."

Locking clicking into place, he marched forward and tossed you onto his bed.

That seemed to be happening far too often lately.

"Wanna know what else isn't gonna happen?" He was on you before you could sit up, hands placed on either side of your body and arms caging you in. "You aren't gonna sit there and pretend like you don't have a thing for me."

"Why the hell does it matter?" You scoffed. "You don't feel the same, so just let it go. Try your best not to be a prick for once."

The words pulled at your chest, but the silence was worse. Abundant and humid, it hung over the air like a toxic gas as Dabi stared at you.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"I-"

"Do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you sit there and bat those pretty, little eyes and go on and on about how much you liked me? How hard it was to say no when you, of all people, are practically begging for me to take you?"

"So, you just wanted to sleep with me."

Rolling his eyes, he smirked. "If I wanted a simple fuck from you, I would've done it yesterday when you were frothing at the mouth."

"I was not." You mumbled, face heating.

"Oh, come on, princess. You gotta admit how needy you are for me at some point." Dabi cradled your chin with his hand, pulling your face upward as he inched closer, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear and sending a chill down your spine. "Or else I can't show you how much I like you."

Tongue running across your neck, his free hand moved under your shirt, hesitating just enough to give you a chance to pull away. When you didn't, his fingers traveled beneath your bra, cupping your chest gently.

He pinched your nipple, earning a small moan. "So, let's hear it."

"Fuck," you cursed, back arching into the warmth of his touch. "Yeah, fine. I like you too, or whatever."

A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "You can do better than that."

"You're an asshole."

"And you're an idiot." He pushed his lips against yours, tongue skimming the bottom, begging for entrance, a request that you happily indulged.

The heat of his touch coursed over your body, warm and inviting and absolutely nothing like the mask he wore. It felt safe, a pure contradiction to what the world saw. The idea that he was only like this with you made your chest feel light.

When he pulled back, taking that heat with him, it was like the air had been sucked from your lungs. Still, the way that he looked at you had a pleasant fervor running through your limbs.

"How the hell could I not like you?"

#mha #mha smut #bnha #bnha imagines #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x you #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha dabi #bnha x reader

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roadkillremi · 1 year ago

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Kinktober '23

7 out of 11

Voyeurism

Stu Macher X F!Reader

MasterList. Kinktober '23

Summary : after telling Stu your wildest fantasies, he tells you his. Characters are 18+

Warning : MINORS DNI, Smoking Weed, Mentions Riding, (Consented) voyeurism, masterbation, mural masterbation, language, slight knife play, blow job, face fucking.

I had lots of fun writing this one

When you dated Stu you knew he was quite... Romantic. You didn't know about his little fantasies. You were sitting on his bed messing with his hair. His head rested on your thigh as he smoked a joint.

"Do you ever have.. sexual fantasies?!" He looked up at you with a wide smile. You smirked, "Why?". He shrugged, "Maybe I wanna try it".

You leaned back balancing yourself with your arms. Stu sat up holding his blunt between his fingers. He had a toothy smile and leaned forward towards you.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.." he offered you his joint. You took it, you took a swift inhale feeling it spread to your lungs. Stu leaned forward hinting at shotgunning. You leaned forward, holding his chin still blowing into his mouth. He inhaled and smiled, "You're so hot when you do that."

You laughed softly handing him his joint back. You looked towards the doorway, "Won't your parents smell the weed?". He sighed looking towards the doorway, "They're on another vacation.". You looked towards him, sympathy written all over your face. He placed his joint on an ashtray on his nightstand. He leaned towards you giving you a small kiss.

"Don't feel bad.. it's the only way we can have so much fun." He kisses you again. You smirk wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabbed your waist pulling you on top of him laying down.

"I'm not riding you if that's what you're hinting at-" you groaned. He smiled, "No! I wanna hold you!". You give him a look, he breaks out a wide toothy grin and sticks out his tongue.

"Maybe I wanted that too!"

You pushed his shoulders down playfully. He scoffed, "What?!". You sigh, "Let's go back to talking about fantasies instead.". He hums picking his joint back up, "Go ahead". You sigh, "You... I know you've seen scary movies with Billy-".

"Yeah..".

You bite your lip trying to figure out a way to explain it. He waits taking a hit from his joint.

"Uh, so you know how there's a final girl?" You ask. He nods, "If this is a film lesson. Go to Billy or Randy-" he laughs. You sigh getting frustrated, he notices and stops laughing.

"Sorry, continue.".

"I.. I wanna be a final girl.. for you.." you slowly say it. He processes the words and widens his eyes.

"That's great!" He sits up.

"huh?"

He puts his joint back down, his hands quickly go to your hips. He excitedly smiles, "my fantasy is.. stalking you.. and.. watching you be.. all naughty, y'know?". He leans closer squeezing your hips. You gently slid your hands up his arms.

"Really?".He nods excitedly leaning in to kiss you.

That's how Stu came up with his little code calls. He'd randomly call you at night saying certain lines. If you responded like how he told you it was a yes.

You were busy putting up laundry as your phone rang in your room. You picked up the phone putting it to your shoulder.

"Hello?" You walked over to your bed the wire extending.

"Hey, baby!" Stus voice boomed. You smiled, "Hey!". You put your folded shorts in a basket carrying it to your dresser.

"Whatcha up to?" He cooed

"Laundry, you?"

"Boring... I was.. about to go on a walk" you could hear the smile on his face. You smirk looking out your window. It was your parents date night they should be gone for awhile.

"Id love to join you, Stuey.." you bit your lip. He let out a small victory 'yes!'.

"It'll be a 15 minute stroll-" he added hanging up. You panicked looking at your clothes. Fifteen minutes?! You weren't going to be ready by then. You quickly put your phone back and opened your window. You put a tank top and pajama shorts on and made your bed. You sighed crawling into bed trying to steady your heart rate. The phone rang again, you got up answering it.

"I'm here.." he hung up. You smiled to yourself putting the phone down. You looked into your mirror putting red lipstick on. You heard shuffling in the bushes, you glanced over with a small smile. You walked over to your bed laying on it.

Stu watched you from outside, his eyes traced every inch of you. The way you put the lipstick on that he bought you. The pop of your lips once you finished putting it on.

You now laid out on your bed running your hands up your torso. Stu grinned, he knew you were putting on a little show just for him. He watched your hand go over your shorts. You let out soft whimpers as you rubbed circles over your clothed clit

Stu quickly unzipped his fly bringing himself out. He breathed heavily holding his penis in his hand. He watched as you spit on your fingers, he copied you imagining his spit as yours. Your hand slid into your shorts, he slowly started pumping. He followed your pace only going as fast as you did. He groaned wanting your hand on him.

He watched you desperately pump your fingers into yourself. He stepped closer to your window. You softly moaned out his name as you squirmed to your touch. Whimpers of 'Stu' flooded out your mouth. He caved in crawling through the window pulling out his pocket knife.

You stopped backing into your head board. He smirked pointing his knife at you, "No no no... finish what you started..". You nodded going back to fingering yourself. He smiled reaching for your shorts pulling them down. He leaned down pressing his thumb against your clit. You whined backing away from the touch as your stomach coiled.

He smirked, "Such a stupid girl, leaving her window open..". You stared up at Stu, "Anyone could come in... And hurt you". He smiled and laughed a bit, "come here.". He moved his head to the side motioning you to come forward. You crawled towards him looking up at him.

"Be a good girl and suck me off..". You looked down at cock, you nodded. He put his knife under your chin, you opened your mouth for him. He pushed his hips forward shoving himself into your mouth.

He let out a long 'fuck' before grabbing your hair. He pushed your head down feeling you gag a bit before pulling it back up. He chuckled, "Do you like being face fucked?". You just stared up at him, he smiles.

"Well I hope you do..". He pushed your head back down. He continued to make you gag on him laughing at your smeared lipstick. Watched as your face became a complete wreck.

Puffy lips, swollen cheeks, lipstick smeared across your lips and his cock. He smiled holding your chin, "That's a good girl.".

Tag list - @stusdollface93 @hurlonsororitygirls @sanzumylovee @katie-tibo @horneybeach1 @ithinkitszeph

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red-velvet-0w0 · 6 months ago

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INTRO POST

post status: Free!

Im just a silly little person with an ocean obsession who lives in your phone.

My names are Erin/Eris/Eve/Jess/Red (Erin or Eris is preferred, but I'm fine with any of them)

She/They preferred, but you can call me anything so long as it is NOT he/him (on the same note, if you call me man/dude/bro/guy I will flood your house)

Im a minor (17 years old), and am enby/trans, poly, and a Massive Lesbian, and also probably demiromantic? idk about that last one im still trying to figure that out

im definitely neurodivergent but im not entirely sure what all I have going on up in here (definitely undiagnosed ADHD, probably a lot of other things too)

American/Californian

If you're a terf, a homophobe, or a pedophile: go away please okay? Otherwise pretty much anybody is welcome here so long as you arent hurting anybody

Im pro-palestine

Im an artist, animator, and a game designer (i have a youtube and an itch.io page but neither of them have much on them) (im uh. not quite as good at finishing projects as i am at starting them)

I have an alt account @red-gamedev-0w0 which is where i post about games im working on.

my DMs, asks, and anons are always open if you wanna be silly, and honestly it really makes my day when i get a message. boundaries and norms for talking to me are at the very bottom

i have a silly little OC universe im hoping to turn into a webcomic eventualy (hopefully)

I AM VERY STRONGLY AGAINST AI ART. (and just. generative AI in general) (yes that includes chat gpt and character AI)

I am... incredibly normal about the ocean. I have healthy and reasonable emotions I feel when i think about it. dont question why "erins ocean posting" is one of my most used tags its totaly healthy trust me (is it a religious thing? a sexual thing? a gender thing? you will literaly never know)

The fandoms im in are: Tiger Tiger, Roblox Pressure (Sebastian Solace), Aurora Webcomic, The Killers, Tom Cardy, The Mechanisms, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Parkour Civ, Mineraft, Marble Hornets, Terraria, Hollow Knight, Celeste, Hades, Camp Here And There, Murder Drones, The Magnus Podcasts, Epic the Musical, Hello From the Hallowoods, Witherburn After School News, Dont Hug Me Im Scared, The Locked Tomb, Hatchetfield, Centaurworld, Amphibia, Epithet Erased, Kid Vampire, and Bigtop Burger (+ a few more but those are the ones you'll see the most of) (Red means highly likely to post about it, purple means very unlikely to post about it often)

#1 Killers fan (their best album is Sams Town and the best song is Bones and thats a fact)

i also sometimes rant about spanish literature sometimes but thats a rare occasion

I really, really hate Dantes Inferno and the Sierpinski triangle

Id love to be friends, enemies, or really anything in between if you let me.

Tags I use (in case you want to block them):

#erins cryptic ramblings (generic tag)

#erins ocean posting (for ocean related posts)

#axe and erins dnd bullshit (for when im talking about dnd with one of my mutuals)

#the forever day (my OCs/potentialy hopefully a webcomic im working on??? hopefully well see how far that goes)

#erin answers asks (self explanitory)

#erin talks about life /#erin rants about life (also self explanitory)

#erins tumblr ad saga (my compilation of all the worst ads this hellsite has to offer)

BOUNDERIES, NORMS, AND RULES OF THUMB FOR TALKING TO ME:

No horny/vaguely sexual messages unless 1) we are friends, 2) you are under 18, and 3) you have asked me directly in the past whether i am comfortable with that sort of thing or are otherwise aware that i am comfortable with you talking to me like that

Avoid using male terms as much as possible (ie. guy, dude, man, bro), and id prefer avoiding gendered terms as much as possible, but when you have the choice female terms are prefered (ie. girl). i may refer to myself using male gendered terms from time to time but that does not give you permision to

Do not EVER use the r-slur on me.

Do not EVER say "KYS" or anything of that nature to me, even as a joke

If you send me hate mail of any kind i will either just delete it or if ill just mock you. nothing you can say will ever be as hateful as the stuff my brain says to me on a daily basis so dont bother

If i say i dont want to talk about something, i dont want to talk about it.

Nicknames and terms of endearment (ie. dear, love, bestie) are fine from friends, so long as you have cleared with me that I am fine with you calling me that

I have a tendancy to be VERY flirty with some of my friends, but just know that i almost certainly mean it entirely platonicaly, unless i specificaly tell you i mean it in a different way. Even something like "i want to make out with you" can be platonic coming from me, so in general dont assume im flirting with you (likewise if you ARE actualy flirting with me be warned that I will not realize in the slightest and you will have to be very clear that you are actualy flirting because there is no other way i will ever know)

If i am saying something nice to you, it is genuine. period. i would never lie to you about something like that. if i tell you i care about you, its not out of pity or out of some strange malice. its because i care about you

you are ALWAYS welcome and encouraged to talk to me, especialy if you are feeling sad or at risk of hurting yourself. Even if we have barely talked, if you need somebody to talk to or rant to I am always here for you.

And that’s about it!

Nice to meet you!

#intro post

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year ago

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For the Halloween prompts, id honestly love to see you action figure smooch with eldritch horror demon and angel Crowley and Aziraphale

You ever seen my designs for Aziraphale in the Celestial Harmonies au, and Crowley's in the reverse of that au?

That's what they look like in this.

Oh, and the angelic true form is from that recent drawing I did for Crowley.

Warning: body horror mentioned, lots of limbs and eyes and hair that might actually be on fire, it's hard to tell

On with the fic!

"You've never actually seen my true form?" Crowley asked, lowering his shades. "Really?"

"It's never been something we've discussed." Aziraphale shrugged. "Though I do believe you've seen mine."

"Oh, I have. Many eons ago, but I've seen you. With your... long, centipede body, and bajillion eyes of many colors." Crowley snorted and sipped from his whiskey.

Aziraphale rolled his currently-only-two eyes. "Yes, well, I remember your old true form."

"Uhg, that thing?"

"You looked beautiful! All space dust and lights, and the rings! So many rings!"

"And too many eyes in my halos." Crowley grumbled. "Not even my true eyes, ya know? Remember the stitches on my face?"

Aziraphale had to pause, trying to remember. He did recall that in the short time he knew the angelic Crowley, they had taken their true form once and Aziraphale had noticed that their eyes on their human-like face had been stitched shut.

"How peculiar." Aziraphale replied.

"Yeah, well, they were like that for a reason."

"Are they still like that?"

"Wanna see?"

Aziraphale perked up, wiggling a little. That seemed to answer that, as Crowley waved his hand, and suddenly they were no longer in the cottage.

No, they were in a desert that they knew well enough, even if it had been home for them both for only a short time, and then a quick stop during the End of the World. Well, the first End of the World, at least.

Aziraphale glanced about the desert, before turning his attention to Crowley who rolled his shoulders and popped his neck. "Ready? I show you mine, you show me yours?"

"I suppose it's only fair."

Aziraphale straightened his coat before taking a step forward.

The sand was felt all over his body except his upper half, that rose high above the sands. Hands of multiple fingers clutched at the hot grains as countless eyes opened, looking everywhere and nowhere. Wings spread wide, shaking out, enjoying the warmth of the sun on them.

A halo shined brightly behind Aziraphale, still shiny since it was repaired at he blew it up a few years ago.

In front of him was a different being completely, yet still recognizable. Short, red locks were now long, flowing, and rising above, a strong heat coming from the flaming red locks. A broken, black halo floated above the head.

The body was long, snake-like, black and red scales shined in the sunlight, beautiful. Four hands touched at the body and golden, snake eyes stared at Aziraphale.

"Your eyes..." Aziraphale spoke from the mouth on his stomach.

"My true eyes." Crowley replied. "Hidden behind stitches until they were cut, right after I fell. I bet She knew all along what was going to happen to me and the others."

"Possibly, but we don't know that for sure."

"Hm."

Aziraphale moved, sliding across the sands, staring at the marvel before him. The form was so different, but yet he knew exactly who he was looking at. No longer space in nature, but snake-like, and yet just as beautiful and unique as the original, maybe even more so.

He smiled and moved closer, pulling Crowley close. "Look at you." He whispered, from a second mouth that formed on his face. "You're gorgeous."

Crowley seemed to recognize the words, swallowing. "You think so?"

"Oh, I have, for many, many years. You're even more beautiful now than when I first saw you, and that's impressive because you were impossible to look away from even then."

"F-fuck, angel." Crowley squirmed, but didn't pull away. No, they leaned in closer to each other, and kissed there in a desert that possibly didn't exist anymore, or maybe it was still there, it was just that no one paid it any mind.

Aziraphale had been secretly wanting to do this for 6000 years, took long enough, still should have tried his luck on that Wall.

Oh well, he had a snake demon to snog, he could think about that later.

Big, freaky angel and his slightly smaller, snake demon lover. :3c

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

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imraespace · 1 month ago

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omg hi pookei im like Alive. and like YOURE ALIVE TOO OMG IHIHIHIHI I LOVE THE NEW THEME BTW I LOWK GOT JUMPSCARED THIS BC I WAS TWEAKING ON WHETHER OR NOT IT WAS U BUT ANYWAS HOW AREYOU mueheuheh i missed you

So. I did fail my history test. WELL IT WAS LIKE BORDERLINE FAIL I GOT …. 33/50 on the multiple choice part and the written part id assume i did horrible as well ……… BUT some ppl did worse than me so ITS OKAY I THINK MY PARENTS DONT CARE THEY SAID JUSt do better on the next one

LIKE OKAY STORYTIME BUT ITS NOT REALLY A STORY it was like the night before the test and i was studying and i realized holy flip how am i gonna memorize all of this and i already studied like yesterday and the day before but i was TWEAKING and i was like ok lets go on tiktok and i remembered oh i havent visited this one account recently let me go check. Tell me why they posted that their sibling died. LIKE I HAVENT ACTUALLY INTERACTED W THEM LIKE EVER BUT IM JUST LIKE WHAT. BC IT WAS SO SUDDEN YKWIM and i got sad over it and i was like on the verge of tears but then my dad came into my room and he gave me water and i didnt wanna look at him or id start sobbing but then he started staring at me so then i acc sobbed my eyes out and i blamed it on my history test and he started teaching me about whatever i had to study

after my history test i was lowk grieving the death of who it was but i was so confused on why i was affected BC I LITERALLY DONT KNOW THEM THEY DONT KNOW ME AND I LEGIT NEVER INTERACTED W THEM EITHER SO I WAS LIKE HUH but i feel a little better now i hope that the person who posted about it is okay tho ☹️

umumumumu Nothing has been happening other thna me rotting on my phone and avoiding history and some of my other subjects hw……… will be crying bc i actually have to lock in today

OH YESTERDAY I WENT TO THE MALL WITH MY PARENTS TO BUY JACKETS WHY THE HELL WAS EVERYTHING 250+??? LIKE OK I GET IT JACKETS ARE PROBABLY HARD TO MAKE OR WHATEVER AND THE SUPPLIES FOR IT YADADDADA BUT LIKE I SWEAR JACKETS WERE 50 DOLLARS BEFORE. i told momi ill just freeze this winter and ran into indigo again to find bluelock manga even tho i got all the manga available here (1-14 i am desperately waiting for the sae manga i need him so bad but hes coming out feb 25 next year LIKE WHAT) i found episode nagi manga 1 and i… i bought it. it was. 20 dollars. there are 5 volumes. 20 x 5 assuming they stay the same price is 100. i did more calculations including manga all the way up the volume 31 of bluelock and the figures/plushies and tell me why my estimate price is basicallt 900 dollars on bluelock stuff within 3-4 years. im gomna be on the streets homeless with bluelock merch but its okay bc my glorious blue eyed kings itoshi sae and itoshi rin will be with me …..

IALSO WENT TO GO GET SUSHI WITH MY FRIEND YESTERDAY SO YAYAYYA it was all you can eat and best believe i ate everything like i am literallt kirby i inhaled the whole menu. when it came to desserts i got every flavour of ice cream + mousse cake so i got like …. 9 mousse cakes with different flavours ice cream plus deep fried banana with condense HELPME I THINK KMGONAN BE SICK LIKE THE SECOND I GOT HOME I RAN TO THE TOILET AND MY STOMACH WON THE BATTLE I DIDNT.

OKAYAYA DAILY QUESTION TIME BC I ACTUALLT HAVE NOTHJGN ELSE TO SAY

UMUMUM which bllk character would eat everything at a buffet like they would lick all the plates clean.

- 🐙

HAI POA9AKIE HRUUU IM DYING MY HAIR IS MESSY AND UTS AO HOT I REGRWT WALKING WITH MY JACKET TODAY

HELOMEE EVERYONE GOT SCARED maybe next time I should say something..🤫🤫

I MISSED YOU TOO HRUU?!?!?

oh well.. I partly passed my accounts test bc apparently I wrote the wrong formate even tho she gave us it so😂😂😂😐😒😒😒 we're twinning!!

HELP SAME WITH MINE unless it's like.. end of term if I do bad ill get the talk yk last time I got it I was so scared my mommy is so scary when it comes to school but then she was like open the chocolate for me please! IN YBE MIDDLE OF THE TALK? she gave me chocolate tho so hehehehehe

idek how to study for history I don't think I ever passed it when I used to do it

HELPAME WHAT I also go on tiktok for studying as well I have a collection or whatever you call it

aw that's understandable to cry when you're frustrated I hate that sm BUT THATS SO CUTE my mommy is just like girl idk ask google! (im joking kinda)

oh. idk how much that is in tt and rn.. it's too hot for me to think so.. 😨😨😨

omgw please giveme the winter it's so hot IT SOS HOT SOSOSOSOS HELPPME I CANT FOXJS IN CLASS ITS THE rainy season AND NOT ONE DROP OF RAIN HAS FELL I wanna experience snow as well heheheheheh

there's no bllk mangas here.. only kny here n spy x family hrhehe i might buy jt

I'm giggling the calculating is so me with my money it's okay ill find you on the streets and take you in!!

ALSO.PMG SUSHIII MY FRIEND HATES SUSHI AND ONE TOO SCARES RO TRY IT LIKE WHAT?

omf I would be kirby as well fr I barely eat sushi if it's infront if my face I will yum yum it

OMG? I WNAT THAT OAMSHSH

HELP oh nvm good luck popo

ERM THE ANSWER IS ME I'm in bllk today

#imraesrandom #imraes inbox !#- 🐙anon #imraespace -♡

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platinumaspiration · 1 year ago

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well, @brandinotbroke just gave my ego the hugest boost with this tag game! I really shouldn't play this while in a bad mood tho :p

What’s your favourite sims death? I would have to say...probably flies. Never had it happen in my game (naturally), tho

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? 4t2 maxis match conversions, because it's gross and ugly :p No, but for real, I like all cc. People put a lot of time and love into what they create/convert/retexture/recolor. I think that should be recognized.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? No...who does that?

4. Do you use move objects? Yes, kind of have to sometimes!

5. Favorite mod? I had to go into my main save for this one haha. I'd say...all the anti-corruption mods. And to piggy back off of brandinotbroke, ACR! The rest I could probably live without if I could ever sort my folder. Oh, also, one mod I'd really like to give a try is Story Progression by LazyDuchess.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? First purchased was Christmas 2005. My parents gifted me Sims 2 and then my birthday a month later I got University, I believe. I should show you all the video of me opening it and running off to play haha. First played was, I wanna say Urbz! and Bustin' Out. We would rent those from the video store.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Alive. I recently found out my IRL BFF pronounces it as Living. I've known her almost 20 years and feel like I don't know her anymore 😅

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Rhiannon, one of my model sims, but all 4 of my models are my favorite. I really should put Rhiannon as a townie in my uberhood. She deserves a life outside of posing.

9. Have you made a simself? Yes, like 18 years ago lol. Ended up corrupting the hood trying to move me with my 10 same face kids to a new neighborhood. I've really enjoyed the premade sims ever since.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? of sims 3 traits: absent-minded, light sleeper, brooding, over-emotional, nurturing, workaholic, frugal

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? TS4's #13 - Honey Blond

12. Favorite EA hair? probably aflongsimple or affuzzylongep

13. Favorite life stage? oh gosh... probably adult in any game lol

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? gameplay, I'll let @plumbtales and @kestrelteens do the building and inspo!

15. Are you a CC creator? I don't think I've created anything myself. I've converted a ton of stuff tho! I'd love to create something, but textures are so difficult for my brain to understand. I commend those who retexture!

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? Yeah! Baby Gang! lol, not like we do anything other than play online pvp games and share cc wips

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) 2 is my ultimate, though I'd love to dive back into Sims 3

18. Do you have any sims merch? Maybe someday @microscotch and I can make something palpable

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Not gameplay (yet).

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? Well, I had dial up internet until about 2010 so... figure that one out haha. But yeah, I was a semi-realistic kind of girl up until about... 2020? 2021? when i made the switch to 4t2. Still working on becoming completely 4t2.

21. What’s your Origin ID? n/a lmao

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh gosh, there's too many. All my mutuals, I love ya and your cc! Even some people who are not mutuals with me are my absolute favorite. I could never choose haha.

23. How long have you had a simblr? I think I just had my 2 year anniversary.

24. How do you edit your pictures? I recently commissioned the Queen of Renders ™ @microscotch to take preview pics for me while i was out of town lol. She also made me a photoshop template as well. (Go get a commission, she's having a sale right now 😉) For gameplay, I let reshade do the work for me and crop/size it to 700x934

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Brandinotbroke gave the best answer haha. I honestly don't know what kit EA can come up with next

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? For Sims 2, probably Nightlife. The first 3 EPs, honestly. Sims 3 has to be Ambitions and Generations. Idk about Sims 4 as most I've played is about 2 hours in Strangerville as the Beakers.

Gonna tag baby gang, feel free to ignore! @microscotch @tvickiesims @lordcrumps @simsisit

thank you again to brandinotbroke for making my day, my week, my month and maybe even my year.

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kaunis-sielu · 2 years ago

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Frozen: Grown Up Time

You didn’t realize he’d get quite so hyped. But after the last final game of the regular season Thor was buzzing.

“Let’s go out!” He tells you pulling you to him. “We need to celebrate!” You can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm and he grins down at you.

“Okay, since you scored the winning goal let’s go out.”

“You, are my favorite ever.” He says and you can’t help but laugh again,

“We can’t go anywhere too fancy otherwise I’m going to have to go change. Honestly, I probably should just go change.” You tell him glancing down at your work clothes of black jeans and an Asgard jacket.

“I think you look great.” He flirts and you roll your eyes at him.

“Can you please give me a half hour to change and get ready?”

“I suppose.” Thor teases and you grin up at him. Being with him is so easy.

“How fancy should I get?”

“Something to go dancing in.”

“Sounds good.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing down the hallway. It doesn’t seem that people have caught onto the fact that you and Thor are dating, which is good because you don’t think Sif even knows and with how much time you spend with her daughter she probably should. You haven’t quite figured out how to bring that topic up yet, understandably Thor doesn’t like to talk about Sif. His mom usually does the hand off with Sif, it’s been Thor a couple times and he’s always agitated when he’s done.

You put on a black sparkly dress that falls to your mid thigh and has a v-neck and short sleeves. It’s one of Cat’s dresses that she gave you when you were living with her and Steve. It clings to you like a sparkly second skin on the inside and has a little give on the outside and makes you feel hot as hell. You grab your black clutch and throw chapstick, your ID, card and phone inside then tug on a pair of strappy heels. You touch up your make up and pull a brush through your hair again. There’s a knock on your door and you hurry to it, Thor is back in his suit and looking like a snack. When he sees you he lets out a low whistle and you laugh.

“Right back at you.” You tell him locking your door, he holds out a hand for you and you take it.

“My mom is going to keep Astrid, I’m hoping you’ll come stay the night?”

“Oh, should I get some stuff together?”

“Well, you have a toothbrush at my place, I can give you a shirt to sleep in, you still have those leggings at my place.” When you look at him in confusion he reminds you, “when Astrid spilled the spaghetti on you.”

“Oh right. So really I don’t need anything.” You tell him and he hums softly pushing the elevator button. Thor presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand as you wait for the elevator. When it opens you see Yelena and Loki, one on either side looking awkward.

"You guys good?” You ask in amusement and Yelena nods at you.

“Will you be home tonight?” She asks and you shake your head,

“No.” You tell her and she nods, before glancing over at Loki then disappearing down the hall. “You should accidentally make too much of that turkey biscuit stew and bring some over.” You tell Loki and he smirks down at you,

“I think you’re right Moxie.” He says as he turns the opposite way down the hall and you and Thor get onto the elevator.

When you get to the club he takes you in a side door. It’s a bar that some of the former players own called the Blue Line. A lot of the Asgard players like to come here, which also brings a lot of women who want to date hockey players. Thankfully, Thor has access to the VIP area so you walk in and head right there where Volstagg is clearly already several drinks deep.

“Here he is! The game winner!” He yells and there are cheers. Thor laughs and pulls you along with him as his teammates swarm him. You let go of his hand and wave him off before joining Darcy on the couch.

“Wanna drink?” She asks and you shake your head, you have a feeling Thor might get drunk so you need to make sure one of you can drive home.

“This is his night.” You tell her looking over at Thor. His blue eyed gaze meets yours and you grin at him.

Several hours later you’re watching the chaos that’s the Asgard hockey team. Fandral is making out with some girl in a corner, Darcy is flirting heavily with Ian and Hogan is swaying just standing. Thor has been tamer than you’d thought he’d be, he joins you on the couch and slides you flush against him. His hand is warm against the outside of your thigh and you lean into him.

“Are you having fun Kattunge?”

“I am. The music here is fantastic.”

“We built the playlist. The team did.”

“Excuse me?” A female voice says and when you look up you’re surprised to see a woman standing there staring down at you. “Thor? You’re my absolute favorite hockey player. I was wondering if I could buy you a drink? Maybe dance a little?”

“I’m good.” Why she would think he’s interested in untangling from you is beyond you but she’s gotta shoot her shot you suppose.

“Come on. Just one drink.”

“No.” He says before kissing you softly, “Kattunge? You ready to go?”

“Yea, we can go.” You agree, you don’t love the fact that he’s used you to dismiss her but you also don’t like that she’s clearly trying to get him to cheat on you. He stands, your hand in his and without a second glance at the woman he stalks away from her.

“The absolute nerve.” He growls and to your surprise he’s actually furious. “The way she treated you.” He leads you to one of the older guys, one that owns the club,

“Erikssen. I want the woman in the red dress, blonde hair banned from the VIP section.” He yells over the music and you gape up at him.

“What happened?”

“She disrespected Moxie and I won’t have that.” Hogunn looks over, fury on his face.

“Moxie you okay?” He asks and you nod.

“Consider it done.” Erikssen says with a short nod at you. Thor gives your hand a squeeze then brings you out back to where his car is.

“Do you want me to drive?” You ask softly, you’re completely sober so it’s probably safer.

“I only had two drinks.”

“But I had none.” You argue and he nods in concession.

When you get back to his house you pull into the garage and when you get into the house you pull his mouth to yours.

“Thank you for having my back.” You murmur, “it wasn’t necessary but is appreciated.”

“I told you, you’re mine to protect.” He says curling one of his hands around the back of your neck, “Even if that’s just from puck bunnies.” You drag his mouth back down to yours and he scoops you up off your feet then carries you to his room.

In the morning you wake to silence. You’ve spent the night a couple of times when Astrid is home and she’s not exactly quiet in the morning. Thor is asleep next to you but when you go to slip out of bed his hand shoots out for yours and he catches your arm.

“Where goin’?” He murmurs his eyes still closed.

“Bathroom. I thought we could do a morning bath? Then some brunch.”

“Yea, nice.” He agrees in his sleepy way. For a man who has a young child Thor is really not a morning person. You laugh and he kisses your hand softly before he lets you go. You head for the bathroom and after using it get the tub started. You should’ve made him do this last night to ease his muscles but you’d been too busy appreciating them to bother. You put in a little epsom salt and some lavender oil then climb into the bath. You pull your hair up into a messy bun and wait for him to join you.

Sure enough a couple minutes later Thor comes stumbling into the bathroom.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little tight Kattunge.”

“I knew we should’ve taken care of your muscles last night.” You tell him as he gestures you forward in the tub, “which muscles?”

“Calves.” He says climbing into the tub behind you and you gently work the muscles in his calves. Thor groans lowly and it makes your stomach flip. God he’s just so hot.

“Come ‘ere.” He wraps an arm around your waist and slides you back into him. Thor kisses you soundly, you’re so lost in him that you don’t hear the door open. You do hear the,

“Oops.” The female voice says and you press yourself into Thor who laughs.

“Hello mother.” Oh god. You’re going to absolutely die of embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just wanted to let you know Astrid and I are here and going to make some breakfast. I didn’t realize you had company.” She says like you’re not ass naked in her son’s lap. “Good morning Moxie.”

“Daddy!” Oh fuck.

“Oh god.” You groan into Thor’s shoulder and he laughs, a hand sliding along your spine.

“It smells good in here.” She says from far too close.

“I’m sure if you ask after breakfast Moxie will draw you up a nice bath too. She’s sleeping now.” He lies, mostly you think to save you from having to move.

“Okay!”

“Let’s go Kanin.” Frigga says before closing the door.

“You’re clear Kattunge.” Thor’s voice is full of amusement and you want to melt into the water and stay here forever.

“That’s it. I have to go into witness protection.” You grumble into his shoulder and Thor laughs.

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 61: Are We Friends, Or Not?

Sam walked in her house that night, seeing her mom in the kitchen. She felt so stuck. Scott, Lydia or Malia can't remember who Stiles is, and the sheriff is denying ever having a son.

She didn't know who else to go to. Denise caught her daughter's glossy, reddened eyes and frowned worriedly. "What's the matter, baby?", she asked, walking up to the girl.

Sam sobbed, rushing into her mom's arms. "I don't know what to do. I want Stiles back…!", she cried. Denise held Sam tightly, rubbing her back. "Stiles, baby?", Denise asked. "Who's Stiles?"

Sam cried harder. "I don't know! That's the problem! I can't remember anything but he feels like he's missing and he definitely exists!", she exclaimed, wiping at her eyes and pulling out her phone to show a copy of the picture they took.

"Right there!", she points at the empty spot. "Someone was sitting there. But he's missing. I don't understand why.", she explained.

Denise hugged her daughter. "You'll figure it out. I know you will." Sam sniffled in her mom's arms before being sent to bed.

Feeling grass nipping at her skin, Sam's eyes open to the night sky above her. She doesn't sleepwalk…

She sat up and looked around before standing. She was in a clearing. The grass under her feet made her feel weirdly grounded.

"You've finally come back.", she heard. Turning around, her eyes widened at the sight of a tall woman peering back at her with a pleased expression.

The woman's dark head tilted in wonder. "Why do you look like you've forgotten me, child?"

Sam rubbed her arm, looking down at her feet. "Seems like I'm forgetting a lot these days…"

The woman moved closer to the girl, lifting a hand to raise her chin to meet her eyes. "You have to remember. You have to bring that boy back. He's on the brink of getting killed. Him being forgotten is only the beginning."

Sam's eyes widened. "I want to save him, but–"

The woman shook her head. "You'll figure it out."

Sam's eyes closed once more before opening them to find her room again.

That day, she decided to go to school, but it wouldn't be easy.

Sam couldn't focus on her classes. She spent her period in the library, researching the Wild Hunt. None of the research mentioned erasing people which frustrated her.

Later in the day, Lydia gathered Scott, Malia, and Sam in the hallway where she showed them a Library ID card of a boy that they didn't remember named Jake Sullivan. "It's a relic."

Malia looked at her, confused. "What's a relic?"

"It's an object with a fixed association to the past.", Sam said. "Like Indian artifacts."

"Exactly," Lydia nodded with a smile. "Jake's ID was left behind after he was taken. And Gwen found her sister's bracelet on her bedroom floor."

"How can someone be erased, and still leave something behind?", Malia asked. "A conservation of mass. The total mass of any isolated system remains constant.", Lydia explained.

"So, even the Ghost Riders have a weakness." Scott nodded, understanding.

Malia took the ID card from Lydia. "A relic would be proof that Stiles existed.", she said, inspecting the card front to back.

Lydia nodded again. Scott nodded. "And maybe we can bring him back." The school bell rang, interrupting their conversation. "Okay, we'll talk about this later?"

"Right.", Malia nodded, giving Lydia Jake's Library

ID card then left to go to her next class as well as Scott. Sam sighed as she stayed with Lydia. "You wanna get out of here?", Lydia asked.

Sam nodded, following the girl out of the school. Getting into Lydia's car, Sam looked at the girl. "How'd you figure the proof of existence was the way to get him back?", she asked.

Lydia sighed, starting up her car. "Ever since I found that card… I just couldn't shake this feeling that Stiles really does exist. If the picture wasn't enough, there had to be something else."

They arrived at the Police Station, headed towards Sheriff Stilinski's office. Explaining what was going on, Lydia handed him a library card. Stilinski looked at the girls, confused. "You want to search my house?"

"People are leaving things behind. So if Stiles left anything—" Lydia was cut off.

"Why — why would it be there?", Sheriff asked them.

"Because he was your son.", Sam said. "And besides, people don't just get erased. They leave things behind."

Sheriff sighed, thinking. "I couldn't sleep last night. So, um, I got up, figured I'd do some paperwork. The files were in the back of my car. So, I-I go to the garage, and some junk has fallen off a shelf and I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat."

At the word baseball bat, Sam felt a twinge in her chest. One that made her want to let out a laugh. Why? Why was a memory, that for the life of her, so fond when she couldn't remember it?

Noah continued, "Without thinking yelled a name–"

"Stiles. You said Stiles.", Sam said, smiling.

The sheriff allowed the girls to go into his home, only to be met with Claudia Stilinski.

"Is there anything I can do to help?", she asked. "No thanks, Mrs. Stilinski.", Sam dismissed.

Lydia nodded. "Yeah, we should be fine. But thank you, Mrs. Stilinski.", she said, sweetly. Claudia nodded, clearing her throat. "Well, good luck." She sighed. "I'll leave you girls to it." Claudia leaving the girls to their assignment.

Sam looked around, frowning at the walls of the house. If her hearing were any better, she could hear the laughter of kids in the hall. It made her sad in a way.

There was a chance that Stilinski had a son, and he couldn't remember him, while Claudia is beyond blind to the preposition.

"You getting anything?", Lydia asked Sam. "Not really.", Sam says.

Sam looked at the pictures of Claudia and Noah that rested on the bar in front of her. In most of the pictures, Claudia seems more happy than Noah. What was the problem?

While Lydia searched some more, Sam's eyes caught a piece of folded out wallpaper on the wall. "That's awkward…", she mumbled, crouching near the wall, picking at the folded piece.

She almost jumped as she saw a figure beside her. Looking up, she saw a boy with pale skin, darkened bags under his eyes, and ruffled brown hair. He looked like he just came out of a fight.

"You didn't see it, did you?", he asked Sam.

"See what?", Sam asked. "It's right in front of your face.", he said, making her look at the wallpaper again.

Sam tugged at a loose piece, ripping it off the wall. She continued to do so until she felt someone's harsh grip on her arm.

She looked at the hand gripping her arm before looking to see Claudia looking at her with wide, concerned eyes.

"What are you doing?", she exclaimed. "It was bothering me.", Sam said, yanking her arm back.

"I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Stilinski. We'll leave.", Lydia said, tugging on Sam. "I think that's something we can agree on.", Claudia said as they left the house.

"What was that?", Lydia asked Sam as they got in her car. "Well, I saw a boy.", Sam said. "So you peeled off the wallpaper?", Lydia asked, confused.

Sam frowned. "It was just a little bit! It rubbed me the wrong way."

"Something's off," Lydia said. "I understood if I took a permanent marker and went to town on her wall, but it's just wallpaper.", Sam said.

Lydia drove back to the school and managed to get into her mom's school computer, looking up Claudia's old school file. They read through, seeing nothing suspicious or unusual. They were back to square one again. Stuck.

She looked up once Natalie Martin showed up. "Were you two tearing Claudia wallpaper off of her wall?"

"No." Lydia spoke and Natalie tilted her head at the two. "Maybe. Yes.", Sam mumbled, looking back at the screen.

Natalie's eyes softened. "She's worried about your mental health."

"I saw someone in the hallway. Someone that Claudia didn't see.", Sam defended, frowning. "I think he was trying to help me find something Stiles left behind. A relic."

"Did you?", Natalie asked. "She stopped me before I could.", Sam said.

Natalie chuckled, making her way around

the desk. "Probably because you were tearing her wallpaper." She looked at the computer screen, seeing Claudia's file on the screen.

She sighed. "Oh, girls. I've known Claudia since high school. I trust her."

Sam frowned. "Just because you do doesn't mean that we do."

Natalie pulled up a chair, looking at Lydia and Sam. "You know, recently, Lydia has been bringing up theories about your supposed friend, Stiles.", she said then glanced at Sam. "I thought that it was her or Scott encouraging the thought, but it's you who's doing it."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Are you really trying to blame me?"

"I just don't want my daughter to chase something that probably doesn't exist.", Natalie said and sighed. "Sam…do you know what a confirmation bias is?"

"The tendency to interpret information in a way that confirms an existing preconception.", Sam answered.

She nodded. "Yes. It's a biased perspective. You're looking for proof to support what you already believe is true. Only because you want it to be true."

Sam glared at her. "Stiles is real."

Natalie sighed. "But do you believe there's a possibility he's not?"

Sam's eyes blinked back unshed tears. What the hell was up with everyone telling her that Stiles wasn't real when there had been occurrences that showed the complete opposite?

"There are bits and pieces of things that I can't remember. There's a hole in memories I have and I can't figure it out.", she said, growing frustrated.

"You don't think I would want to give up this idea that Stiles doesn't exist? You don't think I wanna live my life with ease, to move on from this? Someone is missing from my life," she pointed at Lydia. "Our lives, and we are trying our damnedest to figure it out so everything can be fixed."

"I…I'm sorry." Natalie took off her glasses. "How about this? You tell me everything you know and I'll be your unbiased perspective.", she proposed.

Sam sighed and shook her head. "What I know are only bits and pieces, but they aren't getting anywhere. I saw that boy, I saw a woman the other day and she told me all stops have been canceled. But not just yet and I have yet to figure out what the hell that means."

It was an exhausting thought. She wanted to go to sleep if it meant that she could escape this reality to get her mind sorted out. Escaping from the reality that Stiles may or may not be real… she didn't like that.

If she was missing Stiles so much, she'd have to fight hard enough to bring him back. Later that night, she had to do her own research. The storm outside her house made her feel uneasy. She remembered that Liam mentioned that the ghost riders move through lightning and it was raining hard.

The more she did her research on the Wild Hunt, the more she was sure that there could be a chance to bring back Stiles.

She'd have to.

Hours and hours pass by and she's barely able to keep her eyes open. She welcomed the sleepiness, easily falling into the slumber.

"Sammy! Hey, Sam!", she hears and opens her eyes. Squinting her eyes from the bright setting in front of her, she saw a little boy's smile. She could barely see his face, but she recognized the smile.

Why? Was this another memory vision? She heard his laughter and another boy's. The other boy, however, she recognized to be Scott. A younger Scott.

So they were best friends. All of them?

"Sam, you have to remember.", she hears the first voice say. She frowned. "I'm trying."

"You have to.", it repeated. "I'm trying!", she yelled. "I want you to be real! I want you to be here! I want my life back!", she cried into the blinding abyss.

"You have to find me…", she heard before waking up, slightly out of breath. It was morning already and she was more than frustrated.

The old woman's words rang through her head again. "All stops have been canceled."

She was running out of time.

Getting ready for school, she quickly drove her there, meeting up with Scott and the others.

"Everyone from the bunker has been taken.", she heard Scott say once she walked up to them.

"Everyone?", Mason asked, shocked. "How?"

"It doesn't matter how.", Liam said.

"Where's Malia?", Sam asked, gaining their attention. Scott frowned.

"Malia is at the hospital. Argent's been hurt.", Scott said. "My mom's with them." Sam frowned. They were really losing.

If the ghost riders are too strong… how were they gonna be able to bring Stiles back and protect the others that got targeted?

Scott and Sam drove to the hospital to check on the statuses for both Malia and Chris Argent. On the way, Sam glanced at Scott as she drove. "I had a dream last night and you were in it.", she said, gaining his attention.

"Really?", he asked. She nodded. "You were younger. You knew me. You and another boy. I can only hope that the other boy was Stiles. Somewhere in my conscience… Stiles is real."

Scott frowned. He wanted to believe that too. He wanted to believe that they were fighting for a good purpose. To bring someone, that they couldn't really remember, back. From the dead or otherwise, it was a heavy thing to bare.

As they arrived at the hospital, they walked in and found Melissa McCall and Malia with another nurse as she pushed Argent back on his hospital bed.

"Mom, is he alright?", Scott asked. Melissa sighed. "He has blunt force trauma to his temporal bone, three broken ribs, and multiple surface lacerations which seem to be from…whip marks?"

Argent groaned a bit, wincing in pain. Scott walked towards him, ready to help him heal, but was stopped by his mom. "What he needs is a lot of rest.", she said and he frowned, nodding.

Behind them, they heard heels headed towards them and saw a stressed Lydia. "What happened?"

Malia spoke up. "The Ghost Riders took everyone. We barely slowed them down."

Scott shook his head. "Tell us you found something."

Lydia looked at the three sadly. "I found out Claudia never had children. So, Stiles can't be her son."

"What about a relic?", Malia asked and Lydia shook her head slowly. "There never was a Stiles, was there?"

Scott frowned, a shift in his eyes. "It doesn't even sound like a real name."

Sam frowned looking between Lydia and Scott. "Scott, I told you about my visions. This isn't something to give up on. We've come all this way."

"Yeah.", Lydia nodded in agreement. "We have to keep looking. Check the school records again. Or call Scott's dad."

"We're fighting the wrong battle.", Malia said.

"We're trying to bring Stiles back.", Lydia said.

"The Ghost Riders came back. We still have no way of stopping them. And whatever they are, they're real." Malia sighed. "We can't keep chasing someone who isn't."

Scott agreed with Malia. "He didn't leave anything behind."

"Just us.", Lydia whispered. Sam took a step back from them, her eyes stinging. "So that's it? We just give up? Since when have we done that?"

Scott frowned at Sam. "Sam–"

Sam held her hand out to stop him. "No. Because I have a feeling this isn't the first time you gave up on him."

Scott looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked at all three of them. "I am so sick of everyone telling me that I need to move on or forget about him or forget the littlest speck of his existence. It's affecting my life as well as yours. And if we give up, shit isn't gonna be the same anymore."

She shrugs. "I dunno about you guys, but I would rather my life go back to the way it was than how it is now. I really think I'd prefer that over this bullshit."

Lydia frowned. "Sam–"

Sam turned to Lydia. "You were never like this. Helpful. Willingly helpful. Not unless it benefited you. But you changed. Why do you think so?"

Lydia's mouth shut. Sam lifted her hands to slap against her thighs as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Hell, I even find the story of Jackson moving out of nowhere complete bullshit. At least not without you obsessing over him.", she said with a humorless chuckle.

Sam turned to Scott. "And you. We were friends when we were kids. We were. That dream was enough to tell me that and that picture is enough proof to me that somehow we are all friends. And that Stiles exists."

She shook her head lightly, a watery smile coming her face, "I can barely remember what he looks like, but he was there. He was there and he was telling me that I have to remember him. That I can't forget him.", she said, blinking back her tears. "So I won't. And I'll keep fighting because that's what friends do."

"Sam," Scott said. "We still need to focus on The Wild Hunt. We need to find a way to protect–"

"How the hell are we gonna fight the Wild Hunt and protect everyone when we let Stiles slip through our fingers without a fight?!", Sam yelled, overwhelmed now.

"There were a lot of people we disappointed and didn't save.", Sam said, her eyes burning with tears once more as she shook her head. "And I regret it every day. Matt, Allison, Erica and Boyd…", Sam said, making Scott's eyes widen.

The four went silent.

"How'd you know about Allison?", Scott muttered. Sam froze. How did she know…? Why did she list so many people as if she didn't know them? But she knew them? How?

"I-I don't know…", Sam said. "But this is what I mean. Everything's all jumbled up, and I feel like I'm missing so much more."

She looked down at her feet. "I feel like I'm missing so much. How did I become a werewolf? How did I get in your pack? How did all of this even happen?", she asked before looking up at the three before her.

"Everything's in bits and pieces for me and I can't get over that. Having memories that have holes in them isn't a good feeling. Which is why we have to bring Stiles back."

Scott frowned, a sigh exiting his nose. He didn't understand the girl or her ambition to bring this Stiles back. It didn't make any sense. None of it did.

Sam backed away. "I'm gonna keep fighting. You want to give up on him? Fine. But if he's the reason why I have the memories I have now, then I'm gonna fight to make them whole again.", she said and left the three in the hallway.

Getting in her car, she drove back to the school's parking lot and parked into an empty space. She took a few deep breaths and sighed. Sitting in the parking lot, she had one vision flash in her mind that confused her.

It was night. She remembered seeing an unconscious Deaton in the back of a black Camaro. She remembers a jeep. Someone in a leather jacket. A boy standing beside Scott. She still couldn't see the boy's face or hear their voices.

It was frustrating. The vision would just end with them outside.

Why?

She took another deep breath and got out of the car, deciding to walk around the parking lot. Why did she have that vision? Why would she be out in the school's parking lot at night with an unconscious vet in the backseat of the car?

What the hell happened?

Snapping out of her thoughts, a speck of light blue caught her sight and she looked to her right to see a lone light blue jeep.

She frowned, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. Walking over to the jeep, it looked so old and banged up.

She ran her fingers from the hood to the passenger side where she could feel a little dent that made her shiver as well as causing her head to throb a bit.

She closed her eyes, hearing the same voice from before ringing through her head.

"Don't disrespect the baby!"

Her eyebrows rose.

"Hey, don't bleed out all over the seats, okay?"

She smiled a bit.

"Do you see the piece of crap jeep I drive?"

Her smile grew. "Hi, Roscoe.", she says.

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hjertetssunnegalskap1 · 1 year ago

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"(...) imagine a figure, half angel, half devil, all human ...

Slouching hopefully towards Tadfield. ... for ever."

Were the authors of Good Omen hinting at someone being Nephilim, then? The Nephilim were said to be half angel and half human, so I don't quite know how that all fits. But someone is slouching hopefully towards Tadfield, it seems.

If you wonder, yes I have reached the phase in my Good Omen- interest where I over-analyze and make wild theories about all kinds of details. Well, I reached that phase a while ago, but it's still going strong. You see, I have a feeling that this quote from the book could mean something. And we know that there still are strange things going on back in Tadfield, because Crowley reads about Tadfield being "the best village in England" with "entirely perfect weather" in his paper (could be an old newapaper, but still, it's interesting). And we know from the ending of season 1 that Adam still has some powers.

Oh, and I just noticed that the whispers Adam heard from the deep of him, right before the big finale, were: "You can make it all better." And: "It's getting closer," and "It's getting stronger."

What's getting closer?

I guess you can really say that music "contains information in a tuneful way!" JJust like flies can contain memories, apparently. I just can't help thinking that it means something that Beelzebub loves "Every day," the song with those same exact words. Still, Gabriel had suggested that they should drop the whole Armageddon thing, and Beelzebub had agreed. So what did it mean?

To be honest, I'm very curious about Gabriel's sudden motivation to drop it all. It came out of the blue, in a way, and it's all very strange. I have no good theories about it yet. All I know is that now, "everything's getting closer," and everything id The Second Coming, I suppose.

I can't wait for season 3.

By the way, here are some other lyrics saying that time has come, and it's about facing the truth, and Beelzebub is there, and there's something about magnifying Jesus Christ (Galileo Figaro, Magnifico), therre's thunderbolt and lightning, and it's Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, of course. One of the few song lyrics that I know by heart, actually:

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any 'way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity

No, we will not let you go (let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (let me go) Never, never, never, never let me go No, no, no, no, no, no, no

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me

#meta #good omens #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #bohemian rhapsody by queen #i have so many thoughts but this ended up a bit strange #mine

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pantherastevens · 1 year ago

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Sorpresa: Baddie

Hi~

So, the initial idea was to make this 5 +1 fic into one post. Then I realized how long this was getting. The word count is getting a little ridiculous so Imma break this up in separate posts and make a masterlist later.

I’ve been kinda obessed with ATSV ever since watching the movie and I wanted to be different and make more of a “regular” character instead of a Spiderpersona (but trust, she’s not a regular). It’s been hard to write a bio about her because I have so many fic ideas I wanna do for her, so I wanna hear from you guys on who do you think Panthera Stevens is.

So I present to you all, Sorpresa (Surprise) Part One: Baddie.

Five times Panthera surprises Miles + One time Miles surprises Panthera

Enjoy Part 1!

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.

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Miles was glad for the summer, despite the heat waves taking over Brooklyn. It meant the school year was finally over, and he could spend some much-needed quality time with his Ángel hermoso, Panthera Stevens.

He offered that they go on a date. Just a walk around the city and see what happens. He realized that his girlfriend was rather simple, unlike most girls at school. Outside of her usual uniform, she liked to hide behind her baggy clothes and his hoodies that she occasionally stole from him (not that he minded).

So you can only imagine his expression when she opens the door to her apartment dressed like an angel sent from above.

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, emphasizing the curve of her chest and waist to flare out from the waist down. The skirt of the dress stopped at mid-thigh to show off her legs. Her shoulders were sweetly exposed to the elements (aka Miles' lips).

Her accessories consisted of a white gold plated claw necklace with matching bracelets. Silver dragon claw diamond stud earrings decorated her ears. A silver personalized Cuban ID ring rested on her left middle finger. White slip-on sandals are on her feet, showing off her white-painted toes.

She was even wearing a bit of makeup. He noticed her eyebrows were darker and more filled in but still kept their natural shape. Black eyeliner outlined those almond-shaped eyes, similar to an Egyptian-style look. A hint of purple can be seen on half of her bottom waterline, meshing with the black. Those full lips that gave the sweetest kisses took on a faint purple tint.

He could smell the warm vanilla oil perfume on her skin. Some of her locs were maneuvered in two high pigtails while the rest remained down, with a few locs in front to frame her face. A few shells were attached to the ends of them.

'Ay, dios mío...'

"Hey, love," Panthera greeted with a smile and hugged her stunned boyfriend. Miles willed his arms to wrap around her waist, semi-baffled.

"Hola mamí..." Still oblivious to her boyfriend's shellshock state, Panthera perked up at the sight of the bouquet in his arm.

"Sunflowers and roses? Aww, you shouldn't have," she cooed, kissing his cheek. Somewhere in Miles' attention-starved and lovesick brain hoped she left a mark. She ushered the Afro-Latino inside so she could quickly place the flowers in a vase.

Panthera was rambling on how excited she was to go out with him, and Miles was barely listening. It wasn't until Panthera asked a question that went unanswered that she finally looked at Miles to see the hooded look on his face.

"Miles? You okay," she asked as she carefully placed the flowers in a vase. Miles blinked as if waking up from a dream.

"Sí, mamí... It's just that..." Panthera cocked her head at him, watching him approach her. Miles wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her chin so she could look him in the eyes.

"Eres tan hermosa, gatita. Soy un hombre afortunado de estar con un ángel así..." Panthera blushed. She's been getting a better understanding of Spanish thanks to Miles teaching her ever since they started dating. She could tell there was a compliment in what he said, but she would still appreciate a translation.

"Eh... gracias," she said. Miles chuckled softly, knowing his little kitten didn't fully understand him. He kissed her forehead.

"My apologies, ma. I said that you're so beautiful, kitten. I'm a lucky man to be with such an angel," he whispered, looking into those dark brown eyes of hers. Panthera blushed harder.

"Stop it. I'm alright-EEP!" The girl's words were cut off as she found herself in Miles' arms and carried off bridal style to her room. The pair stopped in front of the girl's full-length mirror. Miles gently set her down and hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

"Miles, what are-"

"Panthera, what do you see?" The girl raised a brow at the sudden question, staring at the reflection of her and her boyfriend.

"I see me and you," she answered slowly. She watched as Miles shook his head.

"I see a goddess and her devout follower. I see a queen and her most loyal servant. I see the most baddest, most beautiful, most drop-dead gorgeous girl in all of Brooklyn with the most jaded boy who just so happens to be lucky enough to be called her boyfriend. I'm so damn lucky that you even want to be with me. Believe me when I say it's not the other way around. Everything about you is so beautiful, don't matter if you're in a dress or one of my hoodies that you know is too big for you. Another man would consider himself lucky to experience both and trust me when I say I'm so blessed," Miles said, squeezing Panthera closer. Panthera's expression reminded him of a startled kitten, and he could feel the heat of her blush radiating from her cheeks. The two swayed a bit in front of the mirror as Panthera mulled over what to say.

"Thank you, sithandwa sam. I... I guess I barely saw myself that way. But know that you're always worthy. Tu eres el rey de mi corazon," she whispered, kissing Miles' cheek. The boy sighed, a small grin tugging on his lips.

You are the king of my heart...

"Of course, bella..." The pair held hands as they walked out of the girl's room and out of her apartment with her bag in tow. Miles couldn't help but ask one more question as he watched Panthera lock the front door.

"Where did you get all that jewelry? I've never seen those around your room before, and you don't seem like the type to wear stuff like that." He'd seen her wear a simple silver 5mm Miami Cuban chain necklace with a ring that looked a few sizes too big for her, along with some simple small hoop earrings—nothing like the flashy jewelry that adorned her body. Not that Miles was complaining or anything. It was nice, and Panthera wore them well. He might get some for himself (and her) if she told him where she got them from.

Panthera glanced at Miles from the corner of her eye, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as if he knew what he was thinking. She probably did because he was determined to spoil her (she has yet to tell what she likes or wants).

"That's my secret to know, Morales. Now come on, you promised me a date." Miles sighed, mentally noting to find out this "secret" later.

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Shoutout to @444morales much love to you, friend 💜💜💜

Translation:

-Spanish-

Ángel hermoso : Beautiful angel

-???-

sithandwa sam : My darling

#ATSV #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 oc #earth 42 miles x oc #whipped earth 42 miles morales #panthera stevens #fluff #sorpresa part one #series #sorpresa series #5 +1 series

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dreamcrush · 8 months ago

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for the idol identity ask game: 5 + 8 + 10. questions go to both mods + for any/as many of your kins as you want :]

5. Is there anyway your timeline differed from source? It could be a small or big thing.

erm im miker . my mika canon is rather divergent just because im uhh worse maybe. im very reclusive and not good at friends at all and really don’t have. any friends for the most part until i get put in the dorm system with ritsu. that’s because naru ended up dropping me, she got real mad at how bpd i was basically and said i was hurting her and a terrible friend and she just stopped talking to me around the same time nazunii left valkyrie too. so my whole first n second year pretty much im just all alone, and im real scared of people so i don’t really wanna make too many friends anyways. i just stay real close with oshisan and madonee and latch on to them for dear life. eventually i am real good friends with ritsu, i love him a whole lot. we might have been more than friends but i don’t super understand emotions like that so im no good at telling. i love him though i know that for truth. and i love oshi san and madonee. i don’t end up being able to forgive nazunii ever really i don’t think… like i’ve read human comedy and it’s just not quite right. there’s too much hurt there still i think for me let go of. maybe more stuff i don’t remember rn - 🏹

I just recently discovered I kin Tsumugi and it's quite a bit divergent. I think I was actually in Eden possibly? Or just another unit entirely as things with Natsume didn't go as well as hoped. I'm still remembering things and working out the issues / gaps of recollection but yeah! - 🪽

8. Who was your closest friend? Tell me about them.

as izumi my best friends are chiaki and kaoru. this is constant across a Lot of my canons and i have some rather divergent ones too. chiaki is energetic and loud and kind of gross and sweaty but as long as he doesn’t touch me i don’t give him As much of a hard time about it. he smells like boys and jumps all over people and is always eager to help and be praised and always willing to offer a listening ear or to dish out attention, which is much appreciated. he’s very emotional and not super great at thinking things through and he harbors a lot of anxiety he doesn’t like to let others know about, but i do, and kaoru does too, and we’re his friends and we help where we can. kaoru is closed off like i am, pretty faces and teasing and sweet cologne to hopefully distract you from picking out whatever is hurting in his heart. not me though, im not into him, but i see the pain settling the surface tension there, and i don’t ignore it. they take care of me more than perhaps id ever want to admit, but i take care of those two losers too. chiaki was probably one of the biggest reasons i didn’t end up offing myself or doing something otherwise seriously bad after leo left so genuinely in a way i owe him and his comfort and genuine care for me my life. and kaoru is so unsure about himself, has so much disgust and hatred built up in his heart towards his own person and i help him figure things out as best i can. i help with feelings and love in a way his family never cared to teach him, i help him figure out he likes boys, figure out he likes kanata and chiaki, figure out that it’s okay to be a little open, a little vulnerable every once in a while, that it can feel good to be close with another guy even if just as a friend, because community is good and closeness feels terrifying but healing. they’re my best friends. i love them a lot. - 🏹

Leo time- I kinda want to take this to talk a little about Mama? I don't remember him as well as I kinda wish I did? And I don't know if i'd even call him my closest friend but I do know I cared about him and things were really hard with things revolving around him but I'm starting to slowly remember a few things and he was just. very protective of me? he was protective of anyone he cared about of course but i just remember he was there to help with a lot of things. not that sena wasn't enough for me and didn't help enough but with how much i split on him and was clashed it was nice to have a friend to bounce that energy off of and that's what mama was for me. he's just a really good person deep down i think. - 🪽

10. Was there a relationship (doesn't need to be romantic) in your canon you find funny looking back on?

jun and nagisa for real. we were pretty good friends especially because of how ohiisan is, but we are from very different worlds and are very different personalities. i like video games and working out and a ton of typical boy stuff i don’t think nagisenpai was ever exposed to at all. but he likes animals and archeology and reading and quiet the likes that i’ve never really engaged with before either. i play games with him, hang out with him on downtime, practice together, rest together. ohiisans always happy to see us getting along well too, so that’s a bonus, even if he’s got his jealous streak. it’s funny though in that i expose him to a lot of internet stuff for the first time really, stuff like shooter games and memes / stupid funny shit and a bunch of new things that his autism gets kinda hung up on, i think he has fun though. and i even cater stuff to try and be more inclusive with him, or pick things i think he might like more. he likes watching me play shooters more than playing them himself, but i hear about games that have archeology functions or emphasis on different gems or bones or any of these things he’s into and im like hey let’s check it out. it’s just fun - 🏹

literally as mao my relationship with ritsu LMAO because i do not have a canon so far where i was ever with him romantically but he would always tell everyone we were or somehow convince them we were, despite me usually being with someone else romantically. i loved him obviously and sometimes it did feel like more than friendship but i wouldnt say anything deeply romantic. it just always makes me laugh how we were never romantically together to my recollection. - 🪽

#🏹 ; cherubim arrows #🪽 ; seraphim feathers #✨ ; ask game

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transenbyconfessions · 2 years ago

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So ive been out as nonbinary for a while, with they/them pronouns, but i came out to my mom again, gave her a little update on the gender (they/he nonbinary guy) and told her that i wanna go on t. She was very accepting!! And supportive!!

She gave me a fake makeup beard, to see how id look with facial hair, and it was awesome. Im almost 100% sure that i want to go on t now

I havent told my dad, bc hes expressed some… negative opinions on physical transition, but im planning on trying to figure out getting a prescription this summer, since ill be home from college and a bit closer to a planned parenthood that is still open and does hrt, plus ill have turned 18 by then and wont need parental permission (bc no way any of my parental guardians would write off on it)

I dont know if im going to tell him before i set up an appointment, or if i will at all. Im tempted to just go on t and not say anything until he notices, but i know that will probably damage our relationship. I just dont want to deal with a negative reaction if i tell him, or have to try and defend my decision when he starts shit over it.

Guess i never did have a phase where i butt heads w him a bunch like all of my brothers have. If i ever did it would be now, over this, but i dont want to push him away while he’s already struggling w me being out of the house and i dont want to lose part of my support system.

But idk. Maybe mom will bring it up to him before i can (doubtful) or he’ll try and talk to me about it again (possible) or ill just chicken out entirely and we just wont talk about it until after i start having visible changes (very likely)

Its just scary, yknow? Hes never made an effort to make me feel safe talking about this sorta stuff like mom has—prefers to ask me to defend my viewpoints while he pokes holes in arguments i dont have time to put together—and im really not good with confrontation

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garyfischy · 1 year ago

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regardless of what mediums you wanna use how you wanna draw ever heres what you need to do

-if youre a cartoonist be very specific with anatomy studies. if youre gonna stick to really stylized cartoony shit then keep anatomy studying to just basic forms, joints etc and focus on figure drawing. id reccomend 'figure drawing methods for artists' but for fucks sake just go on youtube, watch a couple videos they all say the same thing anyways. as long as you're not getting blatantly incorrect info from a guy that doesn't actually know how things work and cuts corners. it's better to sweat and bleed learning how to draw basic forms like the torso and pelvis than do what i did (go through as many shortcut pinterest guides as possible, develop a flawed and stiff understanding of anatomy, use it as a crutch) .

but yeah figure drawing is useful because learning how to set characters up in different poses and composition are useful. for every cartoonist!

-2... i ran out of points to make. Think about artists you like, you don't even have to make long rambly analyses , just jot down why you like their art and what appeals about them to you. anything from that vintage mustang poster you saw the other day, to a 'fine art' artist you'd see in a museum to your favorite blog

3: study practically.

read artbooks, look at tutorials online, watch youtube tutorials from a variety of sources: but remember, regular practice is the goal here. don't get too hooked on watching tutorials or studying and just go outside and draw a little. try and apply those skills bit by bit.

4 here are my (amateur guy that draws online and isn't going to art school)'s random advice bits

supplies i think are a godsend no matter what: one really good pencil. doesn't matter what kind it is. i got fancy ones but in all honesty light or dark you just need one that feels comfortable to write and draw with. practice those artist grips! consciously think about lines: do i want thick or thin lines? and what can I do to change it? Are my lines unsteady? and am I unhappy with that? sure, then try a different grip, or see if a thicker, more bulky pencil works! but hey, i'm just some guy on the internet telling you to do things.

ironically, even as I wax poetic about how fun it is to collect wood/mechanical pencils, my favorite thing to draw with is a #2 pencil.

I could go on and on about art supplies and practical applications but all I can say is if you really like something, splurge on it and if you're not sure about it get cheap ones. It's not really about the subtle intricacies of each medium but if you even like it in the first place. Cheap vs expensive watercolors aren't gonna matter if you don't LIKE using watercolors.

..that being said I think color pencils are the exception to this as each brand varies in quality regardless of price.

here are some artbook reccomendations to finish off this jumbled, disjointed and haphazardly written post

-Sketching People by Lynne Chapman: I tend to lean towards the more practical when it comes to any advice. something that really boils down the way you do something and why to its core. This book is really good for that.

-Figure Drawing Methods for Artists by Peter Boerboom and Tim Proetel: it's a really fun exercise book.

-Space Drawing and Perspective by Superani: once again, practical, well translated , and really fun to do. Don't get superani's anatomy book though it's racist and pervy as fuck

-and so many more that I can't even list here. Just go to your local library and open up one of these babies, grab a sheet of paper, and just jot anything down that seems interesting to you. Capiche?

#im on fever medication right now because I am sadly once again sick so this might be incoherent #but this post is really just my contribution to the discourse around instagrammable marketable clean and palatable art and #expensive art supplies and confusion and #just in general a lot of online spaces have made artists feel like their art has to be super palatable all the time #so a lot of people forgo learning the bones and joints and MEAT of art #ie structure and foundational skills #in favor of getting a cleaner product out faster #so this is just kind of me ranting on my lawn chair about how I THINK is the right way to do it and git gud faster #dont rb #fish talks

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purplesurveys · 1 year ago

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Any recent purchases? I got sooooooooo much pasalubong from my Thailand trip that I’ve barely spent anything on my current Malaysia trip, lol. But besides vacation expenses, the last big purchase I did was my new sneakers.

Have you ever thought about giving up on life completely? Well yes, many times. I wasn’t exactly the healthiest person mentally not too long ago.

Have you seen the entire Harry Potter series? Nope. I haven’t finished any of the movies, then book-wise I stopped at around the fifth book.

Do you still have both of your parents? I do.

Do you live very far away from Kansas? VERY far.

Do you enjoy cuddling? Sure, it’s cute. I haven’t done it in a while though.

Do you play video games? Just basic, family-friendly ones. I can never finish those that actually have a storyline, aka a good 90% of video games haha; I leave that skill to my sister and dad.

How many colors are in your hair right now? I just had it dyed earlier this month so the purple is still extremely dominant and vibrant and I don’t see much black growing back just yet.

Do you have your full license yet? As opposed to an...incomplete(?) license? Hahaha in any case yes I have my driver’s license. Kinda need it on me at all times as I drive a lot and you never know what establishments would ask an ID from me.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? Yes. Well all Filipinos have dark brown eyes anyway, so it’s not like we have a lot of wiggle room as far as physical features.

Does your significant other boss you around a lot? I’m not seeing anyone.

Do you prefer winter or summer? I wanna pick out winter even though I’ve never experienced it, just because I like feeling cold and I know what summer feels like (aka not pleasant).

Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Hmm. I don’t think so. Maybe just from gossip that goes around but I’ve never been invested to care or to stalk deep enough to figure out if it’s true.

Are you a fan of PDA (public displays of affection)? It’s whatever. I have the choice to look away if I think the couple looks gross. Otherwise, you do you. Love away!

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? I have not, and the thought terrifies me. What do you mean they’ll slice me open and I won’t even feel it? 😭

Where are your siblings as of now? They’re in their respective rooms in our Airbnb, most likely sleeping as it is currently 1:40 AM.

What color shirt are you wearing as of now? It’s white.

What is your favorite class? I’m not in school anymore but I always looked forward to history. Back in college I had a bit of freedom in terms of electives I could choose, and I made it a point to make most of them history majors classes, hehe.

Are you in love with someone right now? Nopes.

Can you speak any other languages than the one you’re fluent in? I’m fluent in both English and Filipino. I can understand extremely basic spoken Spanish and Korean, but I’d be a lot better reading either language.

Do you take a lot of photos? Nah. The only time I whip out my phone camera is if I’m going through an extremely new experience, which doesn’t happen a lot anyway. Topline examples: my Yoongi concert and ongoing vacations in Thailand + Malaysia.

When you were little, did you think band-aids healed everything? Yes. And the Asian way of healing wounds and bruises – blowing on them, lol.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Not at all.

Where do you download music from? I use Spotify; I haven’t downloaded music in more than a decade.

Have you ever cheated on someone before? Never.

Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes more times than I can count.

Do you know what ‘irony’ means? Yes, but I will say the word sometimes still confuses me...it’s the reason I just opt to never use it in sentences hahahaha.

How many pillows do you normally sleep with? Two is more than enough.

Do you lose your remote often? I don’t really use remotes anymore. I can control stuff using my phone anyway.

Have you ever skipped class before? Yeah, mostly in college. If the class felt like a chore more than anything, I usually didn’t hesitate to cut if I felt lazy.

Are you a regular school skipper? I wouldn’t say I was a regular skipper, though I did have my fair share of cuts. In my school you had a max number of cuts before the prof failed you, and in most cases it was like 6 cuts per class – and for each class, I just budgeted those cuts across the semester. Like I never went over, but I didn’t waste those free absences either hahaha.

Do you have any Pay-per-View channels? No, we haven’t even had cable since the pandemic. We canceled our subscription and ever since then we’ve just been using YouTube, Netflix, and Disney+ to watch stuff on the TV.

Who, in your life, makes you feel discouraged? Nobody.

When was the last time you went bowling? Years ago.

Do you ever suspect your significant other of lying to you? Don’t have one.

Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? I don’t celebrate that.

Is there anything bothering you right now? It’s our last day in Malaysia and everything goes back to normal for me tomorrow...eugh. The feeling is gross. My overall trip (including my stay in Bangkok) the last two weeks taught me a couple of things about how to live my life though...here’s hoping that feeling will be sustained even well after I’ve returned to Manila.

Would you like to talk to someone about it? No, I would rather process it by myself.

Do you live by any major bodies of water? Yeah, the Pacific Ocean + West Philippine Sea.

Do you tend to make the first move in a relationship? Historically, yes. I am not opposed to doing so again.

Do you spend a lot of time with family? As much as I can, especially when my dad is home.

How many times have you been to Disney World, if any? None.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Yes.

Have you ever been accused of being on drugs when you weren’t? Never.

Do you have a more quiet or loud voice? I use my louder voice more often, but I definitely know how to whisper. I point this out because I know so many people who only know how to speak loudly and seem to not know how to modulate their voice lol.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

When was the last time you got a shot? Last April when I was getting followup shots after Cooper bit me in the face.

Can you play any instruments? If so, what are those instruments? Nope.

Do you have any diseases? No.

Have you ever been into a car accident? Yeah but they’ve all been relatively minor. I have never gotten hurt, fortunately.

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