#iii. ( ⊹ ) — jen reblogs.

[idrawgaystffs]

~Ruby?

@jen-iii ’s Corrupted!Ruby Design really made me want to draw a big monster, So have this :>

[Reblogs Appreciated by the artist!]

[bigfrozenfan]

FROZEN III

Actually, I wanted to leave Tumblr in a few days and haven't been active for months, with the exception of my big project, the fanfic blog. The Frozen fandom was unfortunately almost dying due to a lack of new Disney content and many moved on to new shores, such as Arcane or Encanto etc., which strengthened my decision. But now the third part of Frozen has officially been announced and I'm more or less back on Tumblr as long as my time allows.

Guys, the Frozen hype is back and I'm totally happy about it. I still remember the beginning when the first leaked image of Frozen II surfaced, a photo of a Russian Disney calendar. That was the beginning for me to get into international fandom and it was a really good decision. All the speculations and discussions about the possible plot of Frozen II was really exciting and I met a lot of people on Tumblr because of it.

As you all know, unfortunately the fandom split after the release of Frozen II because Disney completely screwed up the ending in the eyes of many. There have been pretty drastic new movements within the fandom, such as BEH and the likes. Many fans have blocked each other on social media platforms because of this and new hatred has arisen. The worry that Disney will now screw it up again is still pervasive today and some, including myself, now fear the worst for the third part. Why? Because Disney has so far always targeted the kids between 3 and 12 and completely ignored us older, adult fans (hence the hasty change in Frozen II, ordered by a person of a higher pay grade than Jen Lee, Chris Buck & Co). It is questionable what would have happened if the original plans had been realised, but such speculation is pointless. So what can we expect from the third part in a few years? And unfortunately we will have to wait that long! The same disaster? Quite possible! In any case, I have drastically lowered my expectations this time. I will definitely watch Frozen III, but possibly not as often as the previous films.

For this reason, my activity on this platform will certainly be somewhat different in the future and I won't be reblogging as many posts, mainly due to a lack of private time. But nevertheless I still have a lot of old posts in my drafts, which I will now post bit by bit.

Thanks to all of you who, despite my long absence, still follow me on my various blogs!

Well, since there are still a few years to go before Frozen III is released and the fears about a bad plot are quite justified, I would like to draw your attention to a new Frozen book. It's nothing official and definitely wouldn't be sanctioned by Disney, but it's already 342,000 words, so it's bigger than any of the previous official Frozen books, written for the adult fans (18+ in places!) and free too!

I'm talking about my big fanfiction project, written by a big Frozen fan for all the other Frozen fans. I'm writing on my novel since May 24, 2020 and started it again on my new blog on June 19, 2021, so i'm working on my Frozen III novel since nearly 4 years now. A few months more for part V and the ending and it will be exactly 4 years! And that's my plan, to finish my book before any news about the plot of Frozen III will be available.

I already have a lot of followers on my blog, so if you get bored waiting so long for the new movie, I recommend you give my epic FIII story a try. The title is "The Broken Bridge" and it includes nearly all known characters of the Frozen verse plus a bunch of my own OCs. I can promise you an exiting story full of twists and surprises plus an extended view of the Northuldra, based on the real Sámi people. I did a lot of research to keep my story as realistic as possible and included as much canon facts as possible too. But be warned, it also includes some erotic moments (Kristanna, Elsamaren), violence and brutality near the end of part VI, plus a real evil Villain. My heroes are not who or are as you expect and the Northuldra (plus other families) play a very big role in my book.

Here is the link to my fanfic blog: LINK Plus the link to my chapter overview: LINK2 Link to my character and location list: LINK3

The rest ist linked in each chapter. All chapters contain handselected music tracks to underline the mood of the scenes, many commissioned fanarts by HARU (xlayers) and own edits. Please feel free to leave likes, critics and comments to my now 69 chapters!

Please note, i wrote this story not only for myself, but for YOU and i poured all my energy into it. It's my masterpiece and waits for your approval. Please give me a chance as a new writer in the Frozen franchise from fan to fan. I got readers on Tumblr, reddit, Twitter, Discord and who knows where else, from countries all over the world and my slogan is “If Disney can’t do it right, i’ll do it! Including “Bring Elsa home”, if you want :-)

One of the comments of a reader on reddit, 4 months ago: “Greetings, I started reading an amazing story about Queen Anna and her sister Elsa some months ago. It's a long but terrific story. Tbh, This level of work and details in the narration is worth to be considered a sequel to Frozen2 “

Another one on Tumblr was: ”... Finally, my dream is about to come true. You know, we never saw a worth scene of combat in F2. I mean, the sisters together fighting the main villain in the story. Great work.”

and one more:  "Arendelle was beautiful to behold at this time of year; she found, but no comparison to the extensive birch forests, the wide areas for reindeer husbandry and the winding rivers of the far north. Not to mention the silence, interrupted only by the sounds of nature. There was no place where she felt more at home than there." Beautiful. and another one; “@bigfrozenfan no, it wasn’t too much. A little bit of dark things makes the story serious in that areas when the canon only allow itself to hint. Like Agnarr said “The battle was brutal” and that’s all.“

one more: “Very intense - in all senses - agreeing with [...] I can vision of things coming closer though I am sure you still have more surprises at hand! I liked the descripiton of all parts in this chapter. Good job! And yes, Honey is a curageous woman and I love her feisty spirit! And of course, there is one thing left to compliment you for - the intimate kristanna night - that was a well deserved treat for them (and the reader ??) - thank you

I’m so thankful to get such comments and there are so many more i got on my chapters from my own fandom readers!

When the story, my book is finished this year i will post it on AO3 too, maybe also in my mother language, German. Idk yet, time will tell.

Enjoy!

[kisses-from-the-stars]

it's been a year since i created this masterpiece

I have waited a very, very long time to do this

[theholycovenantrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, SAY! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF RYUK.

Admin Jen: Say, I wish there were words to describe my joy over your application. Not only because you’re bringing us my beloved Pale Rider, but because of the beautiful way with which you captured them. There was so much to love about your app, but I have to admit that it was the para sample which stole my heart. Ryuk’s voice, his image of the other Horsemen and the way it bled into his dialogue throughout, the nuance in his perspective and the small tics in his mannerisms. It was all so vivid, so visceral, and so mesmerizing to take in. Although I absolutely cannot deny the impact of all the other sections in the app, which only served to amplify the portrayal and bring it to life in a way that left me so thrilled to leave Ryuk in your hands. I trust you with him completely, and I pray for the New World to bear their arrival. Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER.

ALIAS | Say.

AGE | 25.

PERSONAL PRONOUNS | She/Her/Hers.

ACTIVITY LEVEL | Hopefully around 6/10! I check the dash basically every day for replies, but whether I get to them or not is a completely different story 🥴 Also, given that this is a highly literate roleplay, it may take me a tad longer to craft replies and post them, but I’m confident I can meet the 8 post/month minimum that you outline in your guidelines. 

TIMEZONE | EST / UTC-5.

TRIGGERS | REMOVED.

HOW DID YOU FIND THE GROUP? | A mutual of mine reblogged some of the first promo posts onto my dash. From then I’ve been following the group, and I finally got a chance to read through all of the lore / word-building you guys have done and I am super impressed.

CURRENT / PAST RP ACCOUNTS |

IN CHARACTER.

CHARACTER 

Ryuk.

WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER? 

I will admit that when I was first browsing, I had the worst choice paralysis because all of the biographies were compelling in their own way. The Angels and their pretentious morality, the Demons with their freewheeling madness, the Gifted toeing the line between mortal and divine, desperate to survive in a world with their powers… That being said, I kept on going back to Horsemen because of their remarkable existence across Caelum, Sanctus Terra, and Infernum. Not quite Angels or Demons, and far from mortal, I interpreted them to be the closest beings to God the world has, given that they were torn from the flesh of God Himself. 

This steadfast solidarity between Viktoria, Ryuk, Nerissa, and Dmitri really hit me square in the chest. Four distinctive beasts, hungry for bloodshed, are dropped into a world already ravaged by devastation at the hands of God’s own creations — so they take solace in each other, even broken from their original purpose. And yet, even amongst these four outliers, Ryuk stood out to me even more, because of their innate understanding of the ravaged world before him. While Nerissa raged for their stolen war, while Viktoria mourned their own creation in Purgatory, while Dmitri adjusted their child-like senses to their surroundings so starkly different whence they came, Ryuk intrinsically knew of their role on this plane of existence. 

I recognized the subtle intricacies woven into Ryuk’s biography, and wanted to challenge myself by writing a character whose desires, motives, and perception of the world is markedly unique from how I interpret my world. What sort of purpose could a Horseman have when stripped of their divine right and design? What do the immortals fear when they are bound with eternal life? What could Death himself fear, when they know the unknowable, and have the power to exact their purpose? 

All beings, regardless of their time on earth, fear death in some way. For divine beings, it is the possibility of their destruction through their infinite life, and for mortals, it is the inevitability of it that induces fear. But what about Death himself? Is it possible that they could be terrified of it as well? 

PLOTS.

DISCLAIMER: I illustrated a few points that rely on the development of other characters, most specifically the Horsemen, but it will all obviously rely on me working out the details with other players. 

I. A HUNGER FOR DEATH PROMISES A STARVATION OF LIFE — a division amongst a former whole.

We begin the story with the Horsemen being a single unit, working alongside each other in relative harmony, existing as mercenaries for the highest bidder. In a world teetering on the fragile truce between the Angels, Demons, and Mortals, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse walk alone, united in their understanding that they are unlike anything else walking the holy grounds. Without each other, they have nothing — so they remain close together out of deficit rather than benefit. However, in each of the Horsemen’s biographies, you’ve outlined a faint, yet irrefutable line dividing the four. As it stands, the division relies on recognition; Ryuk has always understood Nerissa and her cause more than he sympathizes with Nerissa or Dmitri. So what if that line became a crack? 

I’ve interpreted the current division to lie within the fundamental conflict of bloodlust vs. power, with Ryuk and Nerissa lying firmly in the former camp, though this would all be hammered out with the appropriate muns. But the interest lies within the Horsemen, and what would happen if their loyalties suffered an upset — who would they pledge their allegiance to? 

II. MONSTERS, WE ARE NOT SO UNALIKE, YOU AND I — an unlikely understanding.

This brings me into the next plot point, which involves Ryuk’s connections to the other factions.

Within my app, I sought to base much of Ryuk on what he is not — and their antithetical existence to Cade is something I played with deeply in this application. As hungry as they are for blood, there is a distinct lack of intention behind their killing, as if they inflict death because they are a Horseman. It is why the division is so crucial for Ryuk to begin to align themselves to a cause. A trap I don’t want to fall into while writing them is not giving them a fear to hold onto. I think the fascinating part about Ryuk is that they were birthed out of God’s terror of His unknown — and that is precisely what they fear the most. They feel safe and powerful when aligned with his fellow Horsemen, but without them, what do they know? 

The details of what would sweeten their attraction to any cause is something I want to keep open, rather than delineate extensively here, but the core of it is the same: to lower them down so that they may see the light in another’s faith. 

III. IN MY END IS MY BEGINNING — a touch of Death. 

And here, we end with a renewal of their perspective. Some sort of mortal injury happens that gives Ryuk a taste of their own medicine, perhaps in saving something they have truly learned to care about, as much as their dark heart will allow. 

Given that they fear losing their power and dominion over mortals, throwing them into a situation where they are possibly injured by one is a surefire way of allowing Ryuk to face what truly lies dormant underneath: what is their purpose? And why are they here and living, despite having their purpose erased so long ago with the death of their Creator? 

Perhaps this will finally give them a hunger for something more than just taking souls and money for it. 

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WITH KILLING OFF THIS CHARACTER?

As long as it serves a specific purpose for the long-term prospects of the group’s plot, 100% yes.

IN DEPTH.

DRIVING CHARACTER MOTIVATION 

I admit that this is the one of the parts of the application I struggled with, because for all intents and purposes, Death’s purpose has been ripped away from them. They, along with the other three Horsemen, were created for Earth’s apocalypse — but now that they’ve been thrown into the world without it, in some ways they are lost beyond comparison. 

Even so, Ryuk was still built to thirst for mortal blood at their hand, and as of now, that base instinct is what they actively rely on to move through the world. They are desperate and hungry for the souls they’ve been promised by God, and nothing more. 

And yet, I think they are also terrified of what it means to be stripped of their purpose. There’s this tentative resentment they hold for the world that no longer needs the Horsemen to wreak havoc, and yet, a terror that overtakes them when they think of fully relinquishing what they’ve been handed down from God. A fear of incompetence, the unknown, and the uselessness they feel is what drives Ryuk to continue to do what they’ve always known. After all, it’s easier to believe in a belief they’ve held close to their chest for so long. 

CHARACTER TRAITS 

( + ) RESOLUTE | Permanence: it is the one thing Ryuk knows to be true. Mortal blood expires, and nobody knows it better than the harbinger of Death himself. It is what makes them loyal, unwavering in their beliefs in their tar-black soul once he has made up their mind. ( + ) ASTUTE | It is impossible to be foolish when he has the ghosts of the past right at his fingertips; a history, laid before them like an open book. And what are first impressions, when they have the still-lingering souls to guide him along? Not much escapes their eyes or ears, and they use their gift well, for himself first, and for the Horsemen second. ( + ) VIGILANT | All that knowledge, always within reach — it would be a shame if they did not apply it well. Though he can be quick to react, it is rarely out of ineptitude or  undisciplined impulse; it is precisely the wealth of information he gleans that makes them all the more wary to enter into a situation without identifying the risks first. They are adamant on victory, not by anyone else’s terms but their own. ( – ) DUPLICITOUS | He has no qualms about trickery, or resorting to underhanded means to get their way. After all, what is integrity to a being that values Death above everything else? What is honor to a Horsemen without a future, when Death is the period, the endmark to every creature with a beating, bloody heart? ( – ) RUTHLESS | When Ryuk first learns of the word mercy from the spirits’ whispers, they can barely fathom the concept. Sparing another out of the benevolence of one’s heart? It’s practically laughable, given their own penchant for cruelty when faced with their victims. He is ( – ) PASSIONLESS | And one wonders: what could make such a merciless killer unflinching in the face of their purpose? Yes, they relish in every single kill, just as much as his compatriots, but in the end, he does it because it is all he knows. One cannot mistake the devotion they show for passion, the very fire that ignites the circle of life. No, Death will not and cannot be acquainted with life, no matter how many live souls they take for themselves.

PARA SAMPLE

“But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only.” — Matthew 24:36

From the beginning, at the very break of their conception at the hands of God, Ryuk is told they are the antithesis of emotion. It is an age-old story of the hero, their origin a simple blip in the vaporous, golden-god kingdom from which he is torn, cast into darkness until their path is clear — but Ryuk is not a hero. No, they are told that some day, they shall wreak havoc across the mortal realm that He has forged to collect their birthright of the damned souls roaming the earth. When? It’s insolence, a rare bit tumbling out for his Creator, He who has torn a part to make their whole.

You will know, and it is thunderous, the cadence of his voice, that even Death quivers, when the gates to the mortal realm opens. And then, they are thrown into their realm, devoid of anything but dust and half-formed souls. They know this, because the moment they’d slipped into the aphotic depths of His plan is the exact moment they hear their wails, deafening, ululating, even for their immortal senses. 

And oh, did they wail. Told stories of dominions and dirt, of princes and peasants, a swarm of the dead desperate for the ear of a God — or however close they could get to such a being. Time and time again, Ryuk would swat the cloud away, gaze always focused in the distance, where the dark smoke broke into a line of halcyon shimmer, and they’d ask Him ( pray, a soul whispers ) for their birthright, their infernal kingdom of souls. 

Ages pass. They hear nothing. They see nothing. The gilded line shrinks. But what is time for an immortal? Still, they hunger for the permanence of their existence; here, in this inchoate cavity of God’s creation, they are useless. The void is a steadiness of not quite death, but the absence of life — a temporary, an unhappy medium that they cannot satiate themselves on no matter how hard they strived. When? They think again, but He is long gone, in His heavens with His angels and His mortals He’d bore out of Love. 

In the ages to come, they will begin to understand this. Tales brushed in human concepts, of Love and Fear and Ecstasy and Hope, of those dominions and dirt, the princes and peasants. In the ages to come, they will see that the mortals flourish, souls rising to Heaven and Hell without their touch. They will see the expanse of God’s love for His children, in fractured pieces of the half-gone souls’ shrieks, wondrous at how He could destroy something He’d built from the sands of the lands. They will ask why did the mother forbid her to marry her lover? and the souls will answer, because she loved her daughter, a babe she’d birthed for nothing in return.

“For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be famines and earthquakes in various places.” — Matthew 24:7

And what they mean to say is — no, they do not understand. How could God, in all his love for his mortal creations, bring their deliverance, Famine and War and Conquest and Death, upon the moral planes? What is their purpose aside to destroy what He has created? To understand the world is to hold it in one’s hands and inflict upon it an inconceivable love, of which they had none in their ichor-stricken heart. 

They resent God for this. They resent their purpose, and yet, they walk the earthly plains alongside their comrades, knowing that even God has succumbed — and so they hold their faith, deal their foreordained havoc in spades.

“For they are demonic spirits, performing signs, who go abroad to the kings of the whole world, to assemble them for battle on the great day of God the Almighty.” — Revelation 16:14

“You must have mistaken me for a being of mercy, of which I am not.” Viktoria’s nostrils flare. Ryuk’s voice is low enough that the others do not catch the impertinent remark, the subtlest of digs on what she prized most. Within visible distance, Dmitri fiddles with a mortal contraption, one of the many gifts from his beautiful admirers, and far off, in the other direction, Nerissa sharpens her blade on a slick slab of quartz, eyeing her two comrades with a watchful eye.

Among them all, fallows, burnt yellow and unseemly, spread out across either side, an end distant and impossible. In this part of land, there is nothing but rainfall and smog, untraversed by even the most seasoned of travelers, which, of course, had made it ideal for the likes of the Horsemen. Nothing but tar black clouds roamed the sky, save for the sliver of white in the horizon, a marker of Caelum to the North. The line glows, and Ryuk is briefly struck by the likeness of their environment to the emptiness from which they came. If they listen diligently enough, the winds almost mimic the agonized shrieks of undamned souls, and it completes the resemblance, far too uncanny for their liking. He shifts on his feet, left and right, and tugs on his ear. A cue, he’d learned, then committed to muscle memory, to ward away the spirits when they were not needed. 

“And as always, you have failed to listen. And they say you can hear the spirits with those ears?”

It is Ryuk, this time, that prickles under the weight of the insult. Viktoria, as always, has fashioned herself as the brains of their expeditions, always pointing out their next destination. He cannot blame her; of the quad, they all know she is the weakest, but her passion for their good fate flares stronger than his own. Viktoria, always the one hungering for something more. A desire for a bite of the heavens whence they came. 

To each their own, they suppose. 

“I have provided all of us with good information, have I not? Saved our good health, if I remember correctly,  more times than I desire to count.” Their sharp glare meets the other’s steel-bit fire, and she huffs. 

“And what are your qualms of this plan? Do you plan to serve this diseased Tridium for our eternity?”

Besides him, the souls begin to howl. Cry out, they will hunt and kill you, they have weaponry, blessed by the something dark and holy, and yet, another faction beckons, they are no match for the Apocalypse, they are not as strong as you believe —

“What is it?”

They snap out of their trance. In the centuries they have known each other, they have all learned each other’s behaviors like their own kin. Like the flicker in Nerissa’s jaw when she lusts for blood, the fondness glimmering in Dmitri’s eye when he spies a mortal he desires. They’ve all seen the half-slack stupor Ryuk undergoes when he channels the voices of the dead, most of all Viktoria, but he brushes her away, throat cleared with a rumble. 

“Nothing. They caution us against it.”

“And?” 

The sinew in their neck tenses. “And there is nothing else. We all know that some mortals are still gifted. They hold the power to our demise as much as we for theirs.” 

Viktoria scoffs. It is clear, in her stance, from her gaze, that she does not believe he is giving her the entire truth. “We will need more than that if we are to carry through with it; perhaps, they can tell us the size of their armory, or perhaps how it could be of use to us...“ Eyes averted, she begins to pace a small distance. They can already see the cogs turn in their brain, assembling their scheme for an upset of power across the lands. 

“And who has agreed to carry through with this design? Dmitri?” 

They look up. Viktoria, who’d been addressed; Dmitri, who’d believed they'd been summoned; Nerissa, who’d smelled the whiff of conflict. The lines, there are always the lines. Viktoria with Dmitri, himself with Nerissa. Left unsaid, but voice did not negate the fact that the line is a truth, hanging amongst them like an errant thread, impossible to sever even with the sharpest of blades. “You don’t believe we can do it?” 

They stare, unflinching against her black gaze, because for all that they lack with their deadened atrophy and rot, they fill themselves with the faith that there will always be more souls to take. They do not prescribe themselves to a greater fate other than the one that has been given to them, from God, their Creator. What use do they have of power, when they had all that they required in the present? 

“If we take this job, do this favor for this mortal, we will secure an ear in the ranks — a cousin of a member of the Round Table, and we can use leverage, to raise our status, to find these heavenly instruments to mine for crystallis —” 

“Of which he has none, Viktoria, in case you have forgotten!” 

From the corner of their eye, they see Dmitri flinch, Nerissa cease her movements to sharpen her blade. They are always like this, vying for a position that neither of them particularly desire, but ages have passed since they’ve come to terms with their uncertain fate. They’d been dropped amongst mortals and divinity alike, across barren lands and built cities, alone in their status as creatures of God, literal in every sense of the word. He had torn them, the four of them, from His own celestial body, had He not? 

They are quiet again. 

Mere mortals would have raged, now Ryuk knows this. It is the security of more that protects (or rather, exposes) the others to wars, seething with blood and blades, to the black certainty of hatred that infected the strength of their ranks, susceptible and raw. Their net, of course, had perished along with the annihilated remains of God’s and Lucifer’s immortal bodies. They had nobody, and would have nobody else, until the end of time. 

Perhaps they all realize this, sheepish expressions flitting across their eyes, the sunken hollows of their cheeks. Jagged as they are in countenance and disposition, Ryuk has realized they have gone too far in their words. His head hangs an inch lower, shoulders hunched in sour defeat. It is all that they need for the mood to lift. Viktoria nods, and they mount their horses, in implicit agreement that they would defer the conversation for another time. 

They scan the fields. It is still sunken, stinking of something burnt yet still living, sodden with the foul scent of mortal dirt. The gales have only reinforced their vigor, screeching through the vast space, washing away their bitter anguish — but the winds are just that, the earlier parallel lost, if only because they had three others by their side. They have survived the fire, and they will survive, untouched, riding their noble steeds into the winds, not separate, but as one.

[peridotite]

doodles of my faves which are also @jen-iii's faves. happy birthday jen

[arin-schreave]

The Selected

The following girls have been Selected, one from each province, to join Prince Arin Schreave at the palace to compete for his hand. Requirements will follow the announcement. 

From Allens… … … … …  Idalia Moretti @idaliamoretti  || Ester

From Angeles… … … … . Emily Rose White @emily-rose-white || Issy

From Atlin… … … … … .  Alaina Achilles @alaina-achilles || Bethia

From Baffin… … … … … Celine Montclair

From Bankston… … … … Sage Copeland

From Belcourt… … … … . Violet Kensington III @violet-kensingtoniii || Grace

From Bonita… … … … . .  Itzel Bree Morales @itzelbm-oc || Ana

From Calgary… … … … .  Clemence Westley @clemencewestley || Myriam

From Carolina… … … … .  Evalin Berg @evalinkatrineberg || Elise

From Clermont… … … ….  Indiana Connors @lady-indiana || Madelyn

From Columbia… … … … Nemesis Lincer @nemesis-mess || Paula

From Dakota… … … … . . Brooke Lynn Sanders @brookelynnsanders  || Pia

From Denbeigh… … … … . Octavia Hayes @tavi-hayes || Simone

From Dominica… … … …  Shala Lie @shala-lie 

From Fennley… … … … . .  Saxon Monroe @ladysaxon || Milo

From Hansport… … … … .  Regina Carla Wright @ladyreggiewright  || Cassey

From Honduragua… … … .  Callia Adair

From Hudson… … … … . .  Haven Hart @h-hart​​ || Bethia

From Kent… … … … … . .  Clara Choi @clara-choii​ || Kat

From Labrador… … … … . Leana Rose Grant @leanarg || Chris

From Lakedon… … … … . Alana Hansen || Claire

From Likely… … … … … .  Lilly Edwards @lillyedwardsisdead || Shawn

From Midston… … … … . Melissa Cher Duthé @ladymelissaduthe || Anya

From Ottaro… … … … … Signe Schneider

From Paloma… … … … . Kalyn Jones

From Panama… … … … . . Lenora Santiago

From Sonage… … … … . . Emery Wells @emery-wells || Claire

From Sota… … … … … .   Rain Coltar @rain-coltar || Maddy

From St. George… … … . . Hannah James

From Sumner… … … … . Ava Jones @ava-jones || Issy

From Tammins… … … … Charlie Montgomery @i-am-charlie-montgomery || Aubreigh

From Waverly… … … … . Jen Li @ladyjenli || Bertha

From Whites… … … … . . Sara Nguyen @itssara-oc || Ana

From Yukon… … … … . . Andromeda Pride @andypridee || Ana

If Selected:

you can join the hangouts group chat by clicking on the link here

you must join the Selection OC 6 Net. To do that you will receive an email invitation. Check the email you included in your application to access it. 

You have one week to join. This is important because after posting challenges on your blog, you will be required to reblog them to the net alongside everyone else. That way all fics can be in one place. If you do not get an email, please let us know!

follow all the other Selected 

Also, follow Arin if you haven’t yet, along with his family and friends (so you can keep up with what they’re doing)

If you have any questions let us know by DM or anon asks! 

If you have any changes you would like to make to your Selected during this first week let us know too. We have updated the about pages on Arin’s blog and now you can see information about each Selected there. If there’s any information that is no longer correct, please let us know.

[hanasaku-shijin]

YO @jen-iii I JUST SAW NOELLE REBLOGGED YOUR ART WHAT THF CUKG CONGRATS WOWZERS

[asphaltkissed-archived]

>> 5 things <<

fill in the categories with 5 things that your character can be identified by. repost, do not reblog. Tagged by: @spellbks ( thank u! ) Tagging: @roseils @l0ves1ick (anyone!) @haloet @mxrtifero && anyone else!

i. emotions/feelings

1. serenity 2. solitude 3. protectiveness 4. that vegan vibe lmao 5. stillness, permanence 

ii. greetings

1. joyous in the way where you smile but you’re more at peace once the person is gone 2. not talkative but also not quiet, a loud personality that can also be mellow 3. comfortable because bastien’s a protector and he’s a very natural, down-to-earth person 4. sometimes defensive in a way where it’s like he’s afraid to be hurt  5. wary ^

iii. colors

1. white 2. green 3. grey 4. brown/tan 5. black

iv. scents

1. rosemary or basil 2. dirty 3. petrichor  4. warm cookies 5. unvarnished wood

v. clothing

1. varies 2. skintight jeans with a turtleneck 3. demin jeans with a large shirt 4. always with a necklace, usually crystal 5. combat boots

vi. objects

1. crystal necklaces, usually quartz or amethyst  2. herbs -- usually basil, rosemary, and thyme 3. plants and flowers -- mostly plants like ferns, but lots of roses and daisies  4. bowls -- all wooden, also mortar and pestle  5. glass

vii. vices/bad habits

1. distant and pushes people away 2. doesn’t try to make friends 3. incredibly private 4. indulges others too much 5. no sleep club

viii. body language

1. reserved, keeps to himself 2. very, very touchy when he really likes someone 3. always fiddles with objects; hands always restless 4. taps his foot or fingers when there’s silence  5. doesn’t like his hands in his pockets. despite being private, he’s very open as well

ix. aesthetics

1. white smoke and burning lavender  2.  the early morning, just before the sun has risen and the plants are warming up; just before the sky turns colors and the stars are still seen across a screen of purple-pink clouds 3. the knocking of wooden wind chimes, the air breezy and warm 4. dirt on the sleeves of a white dress shirt, uncaring of etiquette  5. isolation, the kind where one stands behind a glass window and watches the world go by, but there’s silence and peace in the heart. there’s nothing to miss. 

x. songs

1. vixx - scenitist  2. svt - flower  3. sleeping at last - saturn 4. halsey - hold me down (acoustic)  5. jen titus - o death

[jen-iii]

Hi Jen-iii, I just wanted to let you know that the links in the post you reblogged with free download links for SAI and Photoshop aren't safe. I know multiple people who used the links to download SAI and as a result got nasty viruses, and one of them can't even use their tablet anymore. I figured I would let you know so (hopefully) it happens to no one else!

Oh okay, thanks so much for telling me I'll delete the post right away!

[pearlicopter]

whats some su blogs to follow

goodness there are so many! you can see all of the ones I follow at my main’s blogroll here but there are definitely some more great people out there (I don’t like following too many people, so I limit myself)

here’s an incomplete list of awesome people from that blogroll who post/reblog mostly SU: @pearl-likes-pi | @lapislqzuli | @suqilite | @faelapis | @nacrepearl | @giffing-su | @pipiipek | @latte-lazuli | @goopy-amethyst | @jen-iii | 

many of the others on the blogroll do post some SU at least, though! and I may have missed a few, so I recommend taking a look. again, I don’t follow very many people as a rule, so I’m gonna encourage anyone with a SU-focused blog to reply to this post - maybe check them out too!

[peridotite]

you know in the simpsons how troy mcclure is like “hello, i’m troy mcclure. you might remember me from movies like …” well same but

hello, i’m gamedot. you might remember me from posts like “i want a rupphire kiss”, “i love rupphire so much”, “happy rupphire anniversary”,

[thesassygandalf]

that ruby and sapphire post you just reblogged is reposted! im pretty sure the original artist was jen-iii but i cant be sure

I thought the style had looked familiar... Thanks for letting me know anon! Deleted it!

[peridotite]

*cracks knuckles* yeah jen-iii has reblogged many of my posts