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[dinosaurcharcuterie]

Okay, so firstly, I'm assuming you have access to a 3D printer or a 3D printing service. My chosen MO when my printer is on the fritz is "mooching off others, mainly my brother" but we have a maker lab an hour's drive away if I need something larger. This would be a project that is too large for my printer, assuming an adult human head.

Secondly, you need a slicer that lets you mess around with models and add basic shapes. I use Prusaslicer, because it came with my printer, and anyone can download it for free. I'm gonna overexplain this as if you have a basic grasp of windows-style software, a sixth grade reading level, and have otherwise no other experience using this software. (aka. as if you're my mom)

Thirdly, we are working smart, not hard on this. Plenty of people have made skull models. www.thangs.com is your friend for cross-platform model searches. I went with this one because a) it has that slightly open jaw that was requested and b) it was popular around Halloween, so it is one that is possible to print. Will it still be after we mess with it? That's a different question.

Tutorial on how to do this behind a break, because it's 15 pages in Word.

First, open your model in your slicer. As you can see, this one doesn't fit my print bed. I'm not printing it, so... Eh. It usually comes out centered all by itself, so we don't need to mess with anything, either.

Next, we need what Prusaslicer calls the Shape Gallery. Pick a sphere and click "Add to Bed"

Select Sphere. Then press the little padlock in the menu called "Object Manipulation". Now mess with the values behind "Size [World]:" until your sphere is the shape you want your bowl to be, and roughly twice as deep.

While you're there: change the values under X and Y for "Position" to be the same as for your skull. This centers both objects on top of each other.

Now select both your Sphere and your Skull model at the same time, right click and choose "Merge". This lets you manipulate the Sphere further.

We need that Sphere to become a bowl. In the Name menu, right click the Sphere (just the sphere) and choose "Change Type". Pick "Negative Volume". This should turn the Sphere model transoarent.

Back to the Object Manipulation menu, which is now called Part Manipulation. With only the Sphere selected, adjust the Z position until half of the Sphere is poking out of the Skull. Then mess with this and the Y position until you have that dimple exactly where you want it.

At this point, it's smart to press that tempting "Slice Now" button to check where you are. (At this point, I resized the merged project to 80% to make it fit my print plate -- this button doesn't work if you're trying to print something larger than your print volume.) It wasn't even fully done slicing when I noticed that this might be a bit too ambitious for a key bowl. But filling an entire model with plastic is expensive and tedious, so let's McGyver a solution.

Hit Ctrl+5 to go back to the place where change is possible. Copy paste your Sphere, change Type to "Part" and adjust the Z position until it's juuuust peeking out from the Skull, basically flush again. Press "Slice Now" to re-check your progress.

Dear reader, we have a dimple.

Next up, a way for glasses to stay put. You need an outcropping on the side of this stand if you wear glasses that were not adjusted to be worn without ears. I took a side profile selfie and based it on where the legs of my glasses usually sit. It seems to be just underneath this handy dandy curved seam on the model.

The next Shape Gallery we need is a Cylinder.

Back in the Object Manipulation menu, we rotate it 90° on the X axis, then mess with the proportions. I started out by making the real world X value slightly larger on the Cylinder than the Skull. (Reminder: my model is tiny, my values are meaningless)

You don't need it to be tall, so you can make the real world Z a lot smaller. You do need it wide, so see what Y value gives off good vibes. Again, merge with the Skull.

Again, adjust your Cylinder's Z position. This time, aim for just underneath where your glasses' legs are, as was figured out with that red line earlier.

Turn your model to see how it looks, adjust the dimensions if necessary. My X value looked way too big, so I shrunk it down a little.

Check with the "Slice Now" button if you've messed up in an obvious way. If not: Ridge! (Note: you can also achieve this by manipulating one or more different basic shapes, depending on the look you're going for.

Next up: the stand. I'm going to make that as a seperate object, because it lowers the material wasted if I goof up on either the skull or the stand. This is the most freeform part of this project.

Pick a shape for your base from the Shape Gallery. (Or import an STL with a shape that pleases you better.) I like the M3 Hex Nut. It's not too blocky, you just need to mess with the size a bit to make it look at home on someone's hallway cabinet. Position it underneath the hole of your skull, keeping the X position the same to keep it centered.

Next, pick another shape for the pillar of the stand. I went with Box. Copy the X and Y position of your base to center the two.

Mess with your pillar's dimensions until it goes into and through the hole at the base of the skull without touching it.

Merge your base and pillar (Here: Hex Nut and Box) to complete your stand. Do not merge with your Skull project unless you want it all to be one piece.

Side note: see those eye icons? They let you include or exclude files for slicing. Meaning you can make the print file for the stand and the print file for the skull by toggling them on or off, without having to export this project's objects as STL's and re-insert them into a seperate slicer instance. For now, ignore them and just press "Slice Now" again to check for whoopsies.

Nope, that looks just about like what it should be. Now you can adjust the proportions to fit that hat, add supports, tweak the print settings to whatever filament you prefer and whatever the Printing Gods approve of for your printer, and print it.

Looks like my basic settings would require 27+ hours and about 300 g of PLA... Without supports.

I've not hit the image limit yet, so lets add organic supports (because those come off easiest for me) everywhere the slicer thinks it needs them, just for the nightmare fuel image. We're looking at 47 hrs/ 400 g for the skull and 2 hrs/ 26 g for the stand. Again: This version would maybe fit a toddler's head. Maybe.

Congrats, you now know how to mess around with an STL you found that just needs some basic shapes added/gouged out to suit your needs.

Go use your newfound powers to confuse someone.

Things I would make if I had the skill, or would commission if I had the money: A decorative skull on a stand, maybe to rest on a cupboard by the side of the front door. Besides being a key bowl, it has other uses. Here's an illustration of it while it's not being used, when I'm out of the house:

And this is what it would look like when I'm at home:

[rowanix-cos]

Trucy Wright and Mr Hat ~ Ace Attorney

Finally got round to editing some pics that were taken way back in March (oops). Trucy is such a favourite of mine, as is Mr Hat, and they were such a joy to cosplay (though I did keep spooking people at con who thought Mr Hat was a real person hovering over my shoulder 🙃)

I made pretty much everything myself, and I am so proud of it all! (Details below the cut, feel free to skip)

Mr Hat is made from 2 cylinders of eva foam with PVC piping (plus lots of nuts and bolts) for support. And that's not editing! There is nothing supporting him from underneath, and he is hands-free to carry around; he is attached to me at the waist via 2 belts that thread through openings I made in the side seams of my dress. All the wood detailing was engraved in with a dremel before he was painted, and I drafted patterns to sew up his cape and shirt. Similarly, his hat is also made from eva foam and covered with the same fabric I used for the cape. The hat fits me too, just only when I have my Trucy wig on or else it's much too big :') His head is also on a hinge so his mouth can open and close. He's basically a big puppet!

Some notes: There are magnets in the hat and gloves to hold his hand in place as well as magnets in his jaw to hold his head close but unfortunately I didnt use strong enough magnets and my lovely Apollo (pictured) had to keep fixing him. His head also started drooping towards the end of the day (this is why I always test my cosplays before entering any competitions!) and I'm struggling to think of a better way to stablise it - if anyone has any tips, please let me know!

In any case, I am so so proud of him! Now onto Trucy...

I've cosplayed Trucy before, but I updated her a bit to go with Mr Hat. I sewed up a new cape (used the old one to make Mr Hat's) and used some glittery iron-on vinyl for the patterns on the diamonds, and added bells so I jingle when I move around!

The dress I found in a charity shop but it initally was a lot longer and much too big for me, so I took it in and up and added the adjustable side-openings + padding on the inside to hide the bumps the belts would make. I made the buttons + the earring from Polymer clay, and the broach with a polymer clay encasing and a resin jewel (which i had to make a mold for. They don't sell em that big)

The bag I also found but sewed fabric over the top to make it look more like Trucy's + added the belt. The neckscarf and Mr Hat's bowtie I completely winged. I stuffed them both plus part of the globes to give everything that cartoonish shape.

I think that's everything. Let me know if you have any questions!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey! I saw requests are open :D

Can I request Lee!Geto and Ler!Gojo where Geto pranks gojo in some kinda way and gojo seeks revenge?

Thank you! <3

AHHH THE BOYS! :D God I love Gojo and Geto so much! And an opportunity to write Lee!Geto! :D I decided instead of a prank to go with "Geto tried to help and it backfired" for this fic! I hope you like it :3

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“That’s why it’s so important to put up a veil. Who knows what kind of antics the public could have witnessed…”

Gah, he was on a roll today. Geto tried not to roll his eyes as Masamichi lectured them from one end of the earth to the next about basic protocol. While their teacher meant well, he was notoriously long-winded.

To his far right, Shoko was barely awake, eyes half-lidded and fingers twitching for a cigarette. She shared a look of misery with him behind Gojo’s back when their teacher turned away.

And Gojo…

Oh that Gojo.

The reason they were even receiving a lecture right now sat between them, shoulders slumped with shame and a sheepish smile to match. At least- that’s what it looked like to Masamichi. If one looked closer, you could see the dull look in Gojo’s eyes. His breaths were slow and rhythmic, proving Geto’s suspicion that he was asleep.

This motherfu-

“Honestly, this is the third time you three forgot the veil…” Masamichi was looking at them again, taking off his glasses as he rubbed the ball of stress forming along his nose bridge. “Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

The question was more so aimed at Gojo. This would be the part where he’d jazz up some sort of verbal word vomit that pacified the older man and got them out.

And yet- Gojo was sitting there sleeping!

“We’re sorry, Mr. Masamichi. We’ll remember next time, promise.” Shoko tried for them, but Geto knew it would only do so much. Part of him wanted Gojo to be caught sleeping; serves him right for getting them stuck here to begin with.

Alas- Gojo caught sleeping likely meant more lecturing. He had the makings of fancy cup ramen waiting for him back home and he was not about to let Gojo ruin his evening meal.

“We promise sir.” Geto added as Shoko laid it on thick, reaching his hand out behind Gojo towards his socked foot. “Right Satoru?”

A quick scratch- just enough to get him alert. He scratched quickly up the length of his foot.

“AH!” Gojo positively FLAILED, startling so badly he spooked Shoko. “God, would you STOP!” He cried, turning to-

Masamichi was crouched before him, an unamused brow raised. “Stop what, exactly Satoru?”

Gojo was frozen, glasses drooping and eyes wide. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, the tops of his cheekbones flushing a soft pink. “E-Erm…that wasn’t aimed at you, sir.”

“Hm. Ieiri, Geto; head on home. I need to speak to Gojo a little longer.”

“Sir-” Geto began, but Shoko was faster, grabbing his arm with a nod.

“Yes sir. We’ll call you, Sato.” She dragged Geto with her, her free hand reaching for her cigarettes. “See you later.”

“Satoru-” Geto called back, meeting his eyes before the door shut. They were flat, cold. A single word held within.

Revenge.

~~~

He should have gone home.

The additional lecture Satoru got wasn’t long, but the wait felt like lightyears. Geto tried for casualness as he leaned against the school gates, texting Shoko occasionally. She would have waited for him too, but she had plans that evening- leaving the green haired teen to wait for his fate alone.

How exactly was he going to approach this? Apologize? Joke about it? It wasn’t as if he and Gojo hadn’t had their fights and such before. Really- this one likely would end fine as well.

Was it the look on Gojo’s face? He was so…

The doors opened. Geto looked over at the pale haired teen shrugging on his bag. When Gojo reached the top steps, he paused, meeting his eyes. His expression was carefully blank- so was Geto’s.

Silence.

“Start running.” Was all Gojo said next.

~~~

Geto never made it to his apartment.

“Stay away! Stay ba-ACK!” Keys flew into the nearby shrubbery as Geto was attacked from behind, tumbling to the ground. It wasn’t until they reached his street did Gojo truly start chasing him. “Satoru please!”

“You’re a real shit, you know that?” Ground became sky as he was turned onto his back, Gojo’s fiery gaze boring into him. “You could have tapped me awake, but nooooo! You just had to tickle my foot!”

“I didn’t know you were that ticklish!” Geto cried in defense, already laughing as his hands were grabbed and raised. “Besides, you got us in that mess! You don’t get the right to sleep through it!”

“Details! You’re done for!” Gojo growled dramatically, raising his hand high. When he brought it down…

“AHA!” Geto choked out a laugh before slamming his mouth shut, shaking his head at the feeling. Gojo’s fingers were on his upper ribs, kneading into the spot with reckless abandon. “D-Don’t you da-are!”

“Oh I dare. You dared earlier; why the sudden reluctance?” Gojo teased, his fierce glare melting into a mischievous grin near instantly. “Too ticklish, Suguru?”

Geto tried to glare, but any menace it held vanished when those dastardly fingers began to descend. “S-Satoru! I’ll get you ba-ack!”

“Yeah?” Gojo paused his tickles, hands hovering over Geto’s hips. “You really mean that?”

Geto took a sharp breath in, ready to declare his revenge. Instead- the next sound to come out of his mouth was a booming laugh. Then another and another!

He really shouldn’t try to talk when Gojo tickles him.

“Ooo, what happened? What were you gonna say, Suguru?” Gojo taunted, voice cut out from the loud cackles Geto released upon his hips getting kneaded. “What happened to getting me back, huh?”

“Gohoohhoohohohohjohohohohohoho you soohohohohn of a bihiihihihihihiihtch! Geahhahahah gehhehehhet ohohohohohoff!” Geto writhed in the grass, cheeks pink as he laughed and snorted beneath his diabolical friend. He tried to grab Gojo’s hands, but the jerk was like a worm; moving fast and blocking all his attempts.

With nothing to lose, he shot his hands out towards Gojo’s sides, hoping a few sharp pokes to the ribs would get him to back off.

“Ah ah ah!” Gojo teased, bringing his hands up and into Geto’s armpits, sending the other flailing backwards. “It’s MY time to tickle. You can have yours later.”

“WHEHEHEHEHEHN’S THAHHAHAHHAT? AHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Damn Gojo! And damn his own body for being so sensitive! He pressed his arms to his sides so tightly he thought he’d bruise, kicking up grass and dirt behind them as he wheezed in mirth. “GOOHOHOOHJO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!”

“Please…?” Gojo raised a brow, waiting.

“IIHIHIHIM SHAHAHAHHAHAHHARRY!”

“For?”

“TIHIHIHIIHICKLING YOOHOHOHOHOHU!”

“Hmm…are you reeeeallly sorry?” Gojo leaned in so they were forehead to forehead, blue eyes boring into his misty ones. The tickles crept back to his ribs, lessening his mirthful fits to streams of giggles. “Truly, genuinely, really sorry?”

“Yehehehehhes! Yehehehhehes, now stahhahap!” Geto pleaded, tapping at Gojo’s arm rapidly. His limit had been reached.

“Hmm…” Gojo did stop, hands still on his sides for mock anticipation before he laughed, sitting up and rolling off. “Okay. I guess I can forgive you for now.”

“Guehehehess?” Geto tried to glare, but Gojo’s cheeky grin ruined any menace he had within. Laughing, he tossed a handful of grass in his face before sitting up, redoing his hair. “You do realize if Mr. Masamichi caught you sleeping, we'd be in A LOT more trouble then we were, right?”

“I couldn’t help it! He goes on and on and on…” Gojo barely thought down a yawn talking about it. “Can I stay at your place tonight? Mine’s too far.”

“Fine. I suppose the dog house could fit you.” Geto snickered, laughing more when Gojo slapped his arm. “Love you too.”

“Damn right.” Gojo hopped up, pulling Geto with him as they began their trek to their destination, joking and laughing the entire time.

Thanks for reading!

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

ask #1 do you think Janeway would ever confess her feelings to chakotay

I actually think there's sooo so much of what they understand about their feelings for eachother that we never see on screen. Theres some really lovely moments in the novels in that vein (Read Isabo's Shirt. no really. youll enjoy it 😘)

But setting Beta canon *aside* and working under the assumption that they do not ever talk about feelings during the shows run

I can believe that piece easily. Until Hunters she considers herself engaged to Mark. thats an easy way to justify getting emotionally close to her first officer (for the support and companionship they both need) but never going further with it or discussing it.

And after Hunters is there ever a good moment? for the rest of the series, Chakotay is coping with the trauma of knowing all the maquis in the alpha quadrant were massacred. Something that we see BElanna struggle with but we never see Chakotay's side. We never even see Janeway learn about it.

Theres a metric fuck ton of other trauma these two go through during the show run - the Hirogen enslave and torture the crew for a whole month. Janeway grapples with depression or ptsd or whatever you interpret Night as being. Being assimilated. Memorial. That encounter with the Dauntless. oh and then of course Timeless...

Timeless seems to acknowledge their feelings but subtextually. there still is a lot left unsaid. even if I headcanon that they did have "dessert" in that episode, I think it would have been just a sexual release of the tension between them. Theres being aware that you have mutual feelings. theres acting on them... and then there is actually talking about it. And I suspect that they are both extremely aware of them and think it is only going to make it harder if they talk about it (however right or wrong they are about it).

Regardless, Timeless ending the way it does is another opportunity to spook them both back to opposite corners: not only do they not make it home but Janeway becomes painfully aware of what could have happened in that alternate future. so lets load that onto her heaping high pile of things she feels massive guilt about. Thats not a person who is going to feel free to open up about their feelings. whether it be viewed by her as something she doesnt deserve (for stranding the crew) or something that will be an added burden on Chakotay (to be her partner and her subordinate? perpetually? thats HARD) or on her (potentially needing to be responsible for his death if it happened due to her order? Thats also hard!).

My own timeless theory is that she comes to see these feeling she holds for him as toxic to their goal. she wanted to be back home and able to embrace a chance with him badly enough to overlook the clear risks of the slipstream flight. thats got to weigh heavy on her. This crews lives are in her hands and hers alone. she has to put them first. (And he KNOWS that deeply. establishing a longstanding situation where they both know about theyre feelings. theyre free to act on them and possibly have in the past. but neither feels able to begin talking about them)

The long and short of it is i can easily see them never discussing their feelings during the shows run. acting on and acknowledging them sure, but talking about them, nope. no talking here. (that also would explain his dating Seven in the final season. being in limbo with someone emotionally for that long is unsustainable)

But your question was whether they ever talk about it ever.

I think they definitely do. but it would be a huge thing to approach. theyve hurt eachother. theyve been wounded by the long mission. they are gonna have massive things to adjust to when they get home. (Ex fiance has a preschooler and wants to be friends. all the maquis are dead. family and friends have grown and changed. A whole devastating war happened without them there. Basically I think theres ALOT of more important things theyre gonna need to figure out after Voyager. And they'd do what theyve done for 7 years and lean on eachother. I think they might just wind up in a situation where they only talk about their feelings after theyve all but moved in together.

(God if two characters ever needed couples therapy without technically being a couple it would be these two. Starfleets counselors probably have a field day with everything the Voyager folks are dealing with)

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There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

-

You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?” 

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period. 

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s. 

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him. 

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner. 

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What. 

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

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Adding on to the info dump that you have kindly graced me with, my first though when I heard that Abyss can make drugs out of their venom when diluted and then after reading what relations they would have, or lack of, was that is angel just so happens to stumble upon them making a batch to sell off. Angel could be like peeking into their room (oh yeah this is when they become a member of the hotel officially) and so when Abyss decided that they had enough to sell and goes on break, leaving their room unguarded, I think angel would be the curious soul that he is would check out what bro was cooking.

If Angel found out that it was a drug they made form their venom by just a small test, personally—and you are free to correct me if you want—I believe that Angel would basically try to ask for drugs off of Abyss for free since it’s a nice thing and that’s what the hotel is aiming for and if that doesn’t work he’ll try to pester them (which wouldn’t last long I bet) and if he still gets ‘no’ for an answer, he would try to steal them which made abyss start hiding their batches, getting a lock on their room door or just making the batches outside the hotel and an instant delivery. That’s my personal take tho and I thought it would make for something funny but could be used for some slight bonding or something? However way you wanna go with this.

Secondly, Alistor just picking up Abyss from seemingly out of nowhere was just funny and the image I saw in my head was like him pinching the “scruff” of Abyss as they freeze up, cuz y’know, bro was just picked up no warning. Oh yeah forgot to mention that I can see this happening in both normal sizes as well as their shrunken state which would probably be the most obvious choice hehe. Okay onto what I was not here for cuz I just thought of this right before I was inches away from sending! >:p.

You said that you would be unsure of what could lead to any Vore scenarios because he is chill with Abyss and such, unless he was PISSED. (Based off memory so could be wrong but Anygay-) now I’m not one who knows what abyss is like, like the back of my hand, but form what I do know and a half awake brain the only scenario I see working is that maybe Abyss could be in an annoyed mood from like one buyer that asked for drugs didn’t exactly have any plan to pay in the first place and made it seem like they would pose a threat to their life which they had no intentions to but it was a way to avoid paying and getting a lot of free drugs. This would couse their panic mode to activate slightly and they would shrink (causing rumours to go around about abyss and harming their business since demons can now use that to their advantage) so when they return maybe a little shrunken and in a little pissy mood they could retaliate if Alistor was to like do his usual thing of spooking them or something of the sort which wasn’t too much appreciated and thus the final straw was snapped and maybe an insult or two slipped out, voice slightly raised. Abyss heads back to their room and flopping down onto their bed to just cool off and not even 5 minutes later Alistor comes back to be a bother but something seems a lil off with him (bc bro took that one personally).

Leaving the rest to you (mostly cuz my lesson is gonna start rn. Woo, college ) Anygay hope this helps you at least, go wild with it.

Have a happy day and always stay gay!! That’s my new motto now, Sue me.

- 🌽 anon

Alright, everyone, buckle up for another long response!

I was thinking more like Abyss sold their pure venom to drug makers and dealers rather than making the drug themself, but I'll give them a small drug setup themself for extra cash

As for your Angel Dust idea, the most logical trail in my mind was to have him trying to find a drug stash since he's left them scattered all over the hotel, hoping that the furniture he used to hide his own drugs were still there. Of course, they're not, but he comes across their dilution station (WIP page below)

Abyss honestly wouldn't care if Angel Dust wanted to try some of the drug and would probably offer him a batch for free. They're not super in it for the money and just do it as a way to pass time and stuff. They could probably use their network of buyers to figure out information on people if they ever felt interested in trying to start gathering their own territory. But, given that they were kind of depressed in life, you can imagine the amount of motivation they have, lmao

They're definitely getting a new lock for their room though

Also, the Alastor scruffing them and presenting Abyss to everyone was the idea. But, in my head, he uses his shadow abilities/tentacles to snatch them from wherever they are and just materialize them in front of everyone else. I also have the headcanon that he can nullify other demons abilities somewhat, so they wouldn't be presented shrunk. This also mitigates them trying to calm themself and regrow inside of Alastor, soooo, you know. I feel like he’d occasionally scruff Abyss like he does Nifty 

And, your big paragraph is the paragraph that brought up an animatic idea of the potential drug deal. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve thought way too much about everything, haha

Abyss has almost definitely been killed a couple times since falling into Hell. I imagine the majority of demons have been killed at least once since falling, and since we hear Velvette literally say that she “can’t wait for that unlucky bitch to put herself together”, I’m thinking they either regenerate/stitch back together or re-fall depending on how pulverized the body ends up being. As such, they’re not unused to threats. They’re small and have been considered an easy target since first showing up

In the animatic, if I get to it, will be a stand off between a bunch of shark demons (I just like their designs in the show) and Abyss. In it, the sharks are more than happy to try and kill them to get the goods, but it’s basically just a show of how agile/quick Abyss can be on their feet while also using their shrinking to their advantage with part of a banger song in the background. Sort of, like, the stress apathy takes over, you know? They would definitely need to spend a few days in the hotel to destress though, I imagine you never QUITE get used to being killed over and over again

Also, I can’t imagine rumors really holding much stock on their rep? They don’t really have one and try to remain low-key anyways to try not to appear like a threat, and they don’t tell anyone they sell to where they get the ‘pure stuff’ to avoid the potential of other demons attempting to capture them just to use them as a literal cash cow for their venom concentrate. If people want to think of them as weak and an easy pushover because they can shrink, they’re fine with that because that usually means they get left alone unless someone feels like kicking the demon equivalent of a puppy. I also feel like they’re likely to be overlooked a lot despite being bioluminescent

And, I still don’t even know what kind of comment Abyss would realistically make to piss Alastor off (I know he hates being told about or thought of as having less control than he exudes, but Abyss would definitely not really see him as not having a full deck, so to speak), but that won’t stop me from drawing them together. Maybe they asked a bit too much about him because he’s a contradictory fuck who loves people wondering about his deal, but refuses to talk about it to drum up the mystery. Abyss would definitely feed his ego a bit with curious questions

Anyways, that’s all for now! I have a bunch to do if I don’t want more to pile up and leave me in a stressed paralysis

[amethystfairy1]

Hey, just in my break at qork and couldn't stop thinking of the Avian trio and the other hybrids in the over-city. I wonder how everybody would act around phrases like "Taken under their wing," and "Birds of a feather." Or other phrases that some may get anxious about that relate to shaared hybrid features or maybe use as an inside joke or other specific feelings about those types of phrases.

I literally love your writings so much, they live in my head rent free aand have started to become bothersome to the point to satiate my brain I juggle rereading them with tasks like wrapping presents and watching TV. One time I was doodling the under-city of my mind whilst watching Impulse's phasmophobia VOD. I cannot drae so it was awful but it got my rough mental image out a lil bit. Thank you so much for writing these, just wanted to pop in and ask a silly little question xxx

Hello, hello!

Hm, I think those sorts of saying could definitely be inside jokes between some of them. Like a sort of 'nudge nudge, wink wink' and I could also see some of our more anxious friends of the AU cough cough Jimmy cough cough having a bit of a spook if they were said by people who didn't know the secret.

I'm so glad you love my stories! The under-city taking over your brain as you were watching Impy stream is the best thing 😆 I have a map I've drawn of the under-city, it's not very good and I need to go over it again because I've recently added more stuff that I need to kind of account for, and right now it basically looks like a demented layer cake...whoops. I love silly little questions! By all means, send them my way!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Saviors from long ago

Synopsis:

Rey meets two travelers in Tatooine. Simply searching for their son or whatever item he may have left behind. Only to find out who they really were.

Genre: General Fluff and witty banter.

Warning: None

Note: as per usual this has an AFAB!reader, but no other appearance indicator. So feel free to imagine either yourself or an oc.

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How long has it been since you and Ezra left the resistance, well more like retired forcefully because someone (your children) basically petitioned for the both of you to exit the fight. Well physically being in the fight and just remain as Intel collectors? Twenty years? Maybe more. All you knew was that being fifty-three and having a twenty year old son who was already a commander in the resistance and suddenly disappeared doesn't really help you relax. Now here you and Ezra were. In a planet filled with sand that kind of reminds you of your own home, Lothal, if Lothal was run by criminals and people who would sell off information for a few credits. You honestly felt bad for all the children living here, they deserve so much better.

"Honey, are you alright? Do you need more water?" Ezra asked looking at you.

Saints, age really made Ezra look even better, the subtle whites in his curly black hair and the wrinkles around his eyes, somehow, the longer you look at him the more he looks like his father.

"I'm alright dear. Just thinking. If Kanan decided to hide here in Tatooine, wouldn't it be easy to spot remnants of his ship? I mean he and Poe decided to make their respective X-wings very, different." You said after a small pause.

"Caleb did say that Kanan's signal disappeared here, there's a chance that Kanan sold his ship to buy an inconspicuous one, or he scrapped it and sold it for credits." Ezra answered.

"You're right, Kanan is a survivor and a very charming guy, I bet he'd think of something." You said calmly.

"Exactly he's charming, witty, and a genius like his father." Ezra said smugly.

"Ehem-"

"But mainly like you, honey." Ezra added.

"We should probably keep a low profile here. Tatooine may not be under the empire's control but information is a commodity." You said quietly.

As you and Ezra continue to search for any evidence of your missing son to find out about his whereabouts, you both bump into a small group of scavengers. The one you bumped into seemed to recognize that a lot of what you have on your person could be worth a lot of credits and food.

When they started hassling you for them, Ezra decided to step up and shield you from them but both of you know that, any attempt of harming them would lead to more problems, thankfully something spooked them enough to leave you be. Your savior was a young woman, probably a few years older than your son, she looked like a scavenger but as she approached you, she raised both arms up as a sign that she means no harm.

"Hello, are you two alright? Did they steal anything from you?" The woman asked.

You and Ezra checked your belongings and noticed that they stole your small pouch of credits.

"Nothing from me, but they stole my wife's credits. It's fine though, it's not much." Ezra said kindly.

"Thank you for saving us from more trouble though." You spoke

"No problem, you two seemed like nice people and that particular group has no qualms of robbing anything that moves." She joked.

"I'm Rey, we should probably leave the open space, a sandstorm is coming." Rey added.

"Oh alright, I'm (Y/N) and this is my husband Ezra." You said warmly as you followed.

"What are you two doing in Tatooine if I may ask?" Rey asked politely as she led you inside her small home.

You and Ezra sat down and shared a look, both agreeing that she seemed nice enough to tell the truth to.

"We're here because this was the last location where the signal from our son's ship was last seen." Ezra spoke.

"We're here to try and find him or even just his ship and then call out to our friends to pick us up." He added.

Rey looked at the both of you until finally something clicked in her mind upon seeing the both of you.

"You're Ezra and (Y/N) Bridger, former resistance fighters and your husband's the infamous savior of Lothal." She said happily.

"Oh, we didn't expect people to still remember us. We haven't been in action in years." Ezra chuckled.

"Are you kidding me? I used to tell other kids my age here that one day someone like the both of you would free Tatooine. You gave me hope as a child." Rey said kindly.

"You have the heart of a rebel you know." You said softly.

Rey gave you a small appreciative smile. She felt so at ease in both of your presence. She then remembered something.

"There was a ship that crashed here a few weeks back, the pilot's been taken to the hutt's location." Rey said.

"Kanan..." You whispered softly.

"Excuse me, did you say hutt's?" Ezra asked.

"Yes? Is there a problem." Rey asked confusedly.

Ezra only grinned at you, a small inside joke from your time as part of the ghost. You shook your head, your husband truly was something else and if Kanan was with the hutt's, you just knew what Kanan would say.

"Karabast, we have to get Kanan back, your son thinks too much like you." You said as you rubbed your temple.

"What did I do this time?" Ezra asked.

"Ezra, darling, what did you say kanan should say his name was when kidnapped?" You asked.

"Oh that's easy Jabba the-Oh kriff." Ezra said realizing what Kanan might do.

Kanan does know that Jabba is dead but if he was taken forcefully and his ship was with them, your son who was blessed with your intellect but Ezra's personality, you just knew that he'd get under their skin. Why was it that your eldest was the one who acted so much like Ezra when he was a teenager and not your literal teenager of a son? Nonetheless you hoped that Kanan could hold his tongue better than Poe to ensure his safety.

"I'm going to guess you need to leave as soon as the sandstorm is over?" Rey asked.

"Yeah, our son might just get himself into a huge mess if he sees anyone try to dismantle his ship." Ezra said light-heartedly.

"Well, ever since Jabba died, the hutt's lost most of their power and influence here in Tatooine, so most of their manpower is by the entrance, the back entrance isn't as guarded though." Rey said.

"Would you like to come with us?" You asked.

"Of course, I can help you get there, I have a second sand speeder that I won from one of the competitions here. I can also help ensure that nobody gets in." She said kindly.

"You sure you don't want to be a rebel fighter?" Ezra teased.

"Oh no thank you, I don't think I'm good with that. I'll help you get your son and get back to your ship." She said apologetically.

You smiled at her as you and Ezra waited for the sandstorm to pass. You all talked, finessing your plan to ensure the least amount of casualties and keeping a low profile, as to not let any empire supporters alert the empire themselves. Afterwards while resting, you felt Rey's eyes on Ezra and yourself.

"You're staring sweetie, what's going on in your head?" You asked kindly.

"What was it like?" She asked.

"What was what like?' Ezra answered with a question.

Rey took a deep breath before asking her question.

"What was like for you to be so far away for most of your youth?" She asked Ezra.

Ezra smiled sadly at Rey's question. Mulling it over in his head before speaking.

"It was lonely. At first I felt a bit proud, I could protect my family, I probably made Kanan proud, I foiled Thrawn's plan, but when it all sunk in that I was away from everyone I knew, in a place I didn't even know." Ezra sighed as he took a deep breath.

"I started to take that time to mull things over, I felt sad too but I had hope. I hope that I will be found and that I can return home. Which I did and although my closest friend, Sabine and one of my mentors, Ahsoka had to be left behind to get me back to safety, I was grateful that they found me. I got to go home, to live a somewhat normal life and build a family with the woman I fell in love with." Ezra said softly with a small smile.

"I'm sorry if I made you remember things you didn't want to." Rey said apologetically.

"No, no, it's alright. I'm thankful for my experiences. It led me to where I am now and that in itself is enough." Ezra reassured the young girl.

Rey smiled softly at you and your husband before her eyes drifted to look outside and she smiled as she saw the sandstorm had finally passed. It was nearing night when you all decided to go to the Hutt's hideout. Just as Rey had said it wasn't the same as it was before. More of a shell of its former glory. As you neared the back entrance, you heard your son's voice.

"You know for a bunch of Hutt's your more of ass hats now you know." Kanan said snarkily.

"Shut up vermin!" One of the hutt's spoke.

"Oi, don't hurt him, we can offer em' up to the empire and they'll pay us a good sum of credits. Enough to bring back our glory." Another spoke.

"Hey, don't you know who i am? I'm Jabba the Hutt incarnate dickwipes!" Kanan mocked.

You looked at Ezra as you heard this. Of course your son would use this. Of course he just had to have your rage but his father's sense of humor and sarcasm. Ezra wasted no time unclipping his lightsaber from his belt and you pulling out your blasters. You instructed Rey to hide while you dealt with the problem. When you were sure that she wouldn't be spotted so easily, you and Ezra decided to barge in.

"Lay a hand on my son and You won't have a hand." Ezra said sassily.

You shot one of their men who tried to attack Ezra from behind.

"Try to attack my husband and I'll kriffing kill you." You said menacingly.

"Mom! Dad! Oh I'm so glad to see you." Kanan spoke.

You took one glance at him and your blood boiled. He was covered in bruises and cuts, some fresh, some old, and some just starting to heal. You immediately shot the creature that had his weapon pointed at your son. Ezra managed to disarm and knock out the rest. The remaining Hutt's left the vicinity to avoid death and that was considerably smart of them. Never mess with two angry parents. Ezra cut through the metal bindings that held Kanan down while you searched the area for any other slaves that they might have, but saw none.

"How'd you find me?" Kanan asked.

"Your brother was the one monitoring your ship's location, and he told us where he saw your ship's signal disappear." You spoke as you checked his injuries.

"That and I annoyed someone enough to let your brother tell us what happened." Ezra added.

"General Organa?" Kanan asked teasingly.

"Yup, your father managed to annoy general Organa enough. Again." You said.

You helped Kanan get up and supported his body weight as one of his legs was badly injured from the crash. Once leaving through the back door, Rey immediately arrived, her speeder and the one she lent Ezra already with her. Kanan rode In front of Ezra to ensure that he won't fall, while you rode with Rey. Kanan informed you that his ship has been stripped bare and already scrapped, but he managed to hide the information disc he stole. Kanan was upset since his ship was destroyed but glad to be able to return home. As you, Ezra, Rey and Kanan returned to Rey's home to rest before you return to D'Qar to get Kanan back and for you and Ezra to return to your home in Lothal.

"You're lucky to have parents like them." Rey said to Kanan, when she noticed you and Ezra were asleep.

"I know. My brother and I wanted them to retire from fighting since that's all they've known, but seeing them come save me, made me feel like I was a kid again." Kanan said softly.

"I wish I had parents like yours." Rey muttered.

"I'm sure whatever happened to them and why they gave you up, probably had some bigger meaning. Although I do acknowledge that my parents shouldn't have had the reason to come and save me, I am deeply appreciative that they did. I wasn't blessed to be force sensitive like my twin brother Ephraim, so I found other ways to be useful." Kanan spoke.

He looked at you and Ezra and smiled. Reminiscing his and his brother's childhood.

"Growing up, I looked up to both of them. They never told anybody else that when dad got back from Peridea, Mom ran away from him since she got so nervous. How dad still gets nightmares of his time in exile or how they had to lean on each other for support because they anchored each other to reality." Kanan smiled.

"To love someone enough to wait for a decade, not knowing if the other is alive, with another or worse, is dead. That kind of loyalty is something rare. I hope to find that one day." Kanan added.

Rey smiled softly at Kanan. She understood that. They were both startled though when they noticed that Ezra had been awake the entire time.

"You'll get there buddy. Mom and I are very proud of you. I mean, you didn't join the dark side, you didn't pull a second order 66 by murdering a bunch of padawans because your uncle decided to pull some kriffing dirt moves, so you're already better than a kid I know. Plus, your mom and I spent the better parts of our youth avoiding our feelings that if I didn't marry your mother I would have rather returned to Peridea myself." Ezra teased stroking your sleeping head gently.

"Now sleep you two. You did really well Rey, I'm proud of you too and I'm sure your parents wherever and whoever they may be, are as well. Good night kids." Ezra added, as he really did went to sleep.

As night turned to day and you were all packing your things, Rey saw you off as you boarded your ship, still you asked if she wanted to join, but she said no. Well she said maybe one day and you believed that this wasn't the last time you'll see her. Leaving her with some credits to feed herself for about a month as that's all you had with you. You all departed Tatooine and returned to where you all should be.

Rey never expected to meet you three or to understand things about you and Ezra but now she knew you two to be more than just saviours of the universe. You were first and foremost just good people who love their children very much.

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Note: holy smokes I did it! Also I might make a small drabble about Kanan and his twin Ephraim, and who knows I might make a lil doodle because I need copium while having no star wars content XD

Til next week! Bye bye

[employee052]

guess who spent an hr fleshing out the lore for my tsp universe (aka what my blog is based off of, and also narry rn)

puttin this under the cut bc its long as fuck n i dont wanna clog up your dash djehfjsjf

(this was written on the bus so im so sorry for any errors skfjs)

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Fourth Wall AU

Characters:

The Narrator

Player/Oswin

Stanley

The Adventure Line/Lynne

Plot:

• The Stanley Parable (2013) started off as nothing more than a video game with a basic ai Narrator repeating a script with minor changes every run.

• Eventually, the Narrator gains consciousness but keeps to the game, trapping himself in repetition as opposed to trying to escape

• He has major issues with the endings such as the zending and the confusion ending. While he knows he was purely artificial originally, he prefers to ignore it and believe he is a real being with free will.

• Aside from the Narrator, everything in the game is coded. Stanley is just a vessel for the player, all the objects don't really talk, ad everything is planned, despite what the Narrator believes.

• He remembers every reset. Though not every ending in incredible detail. Endings like the Zending, Confusion, and the Skip Button are vague memories in his head. The skip button being a time-sped up ending and becoming a blur to him that he forgets normally.

• The Narrator knows about the developers, but cannot speak to them.

• All Stanley's input is from the players. The Narrator doesn't know this and just thinks that Stanley either has terrible memory or has vastly different mood swings.

• In the Not Stanley Ending, he realises that the player isnt the Stanley he believes he knows and splits them. Leaving the Player above the two doors room.

• The Narrator, in the HD remake, cant believe that there are real people. He knows of them, but knowing that they are with him in the game will give him an existential crisis/make him distressed, and as a result, reset the game (see: confusion, zending). So the game has a feature where it wipes his memories from the Player unplugging the phone up until they split.

• Things change when Ultra Deluxe comes out.

• The game is revamped completely, The Narrator can feel how smoother the game feels, especially since its running in unity despite it looking exactly like its 2013 version on the source engine (? fact check this)

• One major change is that the Narrator can hear some players as they play the game. Given that they have a working mic and all.

• Surprisingly he doesn't mind it. Enjoying getting reactions from his script despite the fact its real people.

• Ultra Deluxe loses the feature to reset the game if the Narrator gets too upset. Instead, its a plannes forced reset.

• Eventually, he ends up with a player whom he enjoys hearing the responses to. Responding to the Narrator like they were in a conversation as the player rambles. Internally, he's scared to break the fourth wall. Afraid it might spook the player and lose this one shred of genuine connection.

• They continue like this for a while. The narrator subtly changing the delivery of his lines to better suit the players moods. In turn the player responds as usual, without noticing that the Narrators dialogue is changing.

• Its subtle. Being more harsh and boring when they hear the player talking about an exam they should be studying for and not here playing the game so they can leave and do well. Being more soft when theres that all too familiar hurt tone in their voice while they play. Being a bit more snarky when they laugh at everything he says. The player even goes to the starry dome to study, and the Narrator feels like he is hanging out with a friend, knowing that the player would never go into the other room. (They have, once. then never again)

• At some point, the Narrator slips up and responds to something the player says and as while he fears a negative reaction, he gets a surprised gasp followed by a few noises he cant place before a "Is that new Narry dialogue?! lets fucking go!"

• The narrator sighs in relief before chuckling a bit. "Language, dear player."

• The player pauses. Now there is the silence he was afraid of.

• "...Hello?"

• "Hello, Player."

• More silence.

• "This... this isnt prerecorded right? No voice recognition system in the game-?"

• "Prerecorded?! I'll have you know I do all of my voice lines live for you players, thank you." He scoffs, somewhat offended

• "Have you been listening to every players reactions this whole time?!"

• "Well not every player of the Stanley Parable. But right now its just been you that ive been hearing for the past few months."

• "Oh my god you must've heard me talk about your voice so much- im so sorry."

• He laughs, surprisingly genuine. "Nonsense! It's been a delight hearing your responses and your voice, Player-"

• "Oswin." The player says gently, "My name is Oswin, Narrator."

• "...Well, Oswin. To be perfectly honest, I adore hearing your responses to the game and to my script. You are one of the rare few who respond as though we were in conversation and truth be told, its a welcome change to the players who tell me to piss off or talk to themselves."

• They snort. "You mean the youtubers?"

• "Definitely."

• Thus starts A friendship between Oswin and the Narrator

• With this new connection, the Narrator slowly gets used to the idea of sentience and the real world. Feeling more and more human as the friendship helps him understand his world and beyond.

• He gets used to manipulating the game around him. Locking the game to be only on Oswin's computer and being able to interact with him through screens.

• While this happens, the game slowly starts to glitch. Stanley becomes sentient, going through the same dillema the Narrator had, however the Narrator is able to reassure him and help him understand.

• It takes a bit of work, considering that Stanley up until their instance of the game locked onto Oswin's PC had undergone every ending an unfathomable amount of times. With his sentience he has to process the fact that both he and the narrator were trapped in the game with no free will.

• At this time, the Narrator manages to enter the real world. With some help of coding magic and Oswin's powers alowing him to exist in the real world.

• The Adventure Line grows sentient too. However due to the fact that the Line was never fully fleshed out as a character, when it came to the real world, it turned into a teenage girl by the name of Lynne.

• Stanley also enters the real world.

The three of them are able to pop in and out of the Parable. It being treated more like their second home

[silken-threads-bah]

i'd like to request 2 headmates in one pack, if i'm able! both are fictives from monster high and i'd like the longer template

the first is generation 1 twyla, the second is generation 3 toralei

tyvm in advance!

I went with the shorter template but added roles, sorry :( Feel free to change anything you don't like, I'm not familiar with the newer monster high content so they might be not accurate to what you wanted

Name: twyla, twilight, nyx

Age: 14

Pronouns: she/spook/boo

Gender: ghostgirl

Orientation: sapphic

Source: gen 1 monster high

Role: dream weaver

Personality: shy, quiet, slow to open up to people, very loyal if you manage to catch spook and get boo to talk, prefers not to be the center of attention but loves when a joke she makes gets everyone to laugh, reserved, has a dark sense if humor that surprises people because spook is so quiet, sarcastic, sees booself as inherently bad so she tries her best to be good

Likes/interests: psychology, dream interpretation, gothic fashion and architecture, blue and purple, black and purple, nightmares, moving around silently, shadows

Emoji/signoff: 👻,💙💜

Faceclaim:

Name: torelai, katie/kitty

Age: 15

Pronouns: she/claw

Gender: female

Orientation: sapphic

Role: verbal protector

Source: gen 3 monster high

Personality: she can be very catty, taking small slights against her incredibly personally. They get their revenge very quickly and is often seen as an abrasive, sarcastic person. She does however help people in need, not wanting to kick people while they're down. She's overall basically one of those popular girl bullies from highschool and can be extremely mean for what seems like no reason other than to prove she's better than you.

Likes/interests: watching makeup tutorials on YouTube and tiktok, talking shit about influencers (even though claw watches their content religiously), and will go into rabbit holes about conspiracy theories and argue tooth and claw that they're actually real.

Faceclaim:

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

sketchbook of shadows introduction & dni list

💜Basic Stuff About Me

I'm 19, I mostly do digital art, sometimes I'll post some traditional art I do.

I also do some writing from time to time, usually under the 'Point:Paimos' tag or the 'My Writing' tag

I'm from Ireland🇮🇪

I'm Demisexual, biromantic and use she/her pronouns, but you can also use other pronouns, as long as I know your talking to/about me

💜Sketch Requests & Asks

Sketch requests are currently not open due to being busy with college.

Asks will always be open if anyone would like to ask any questions about art stuff or anything/ wants a quick chat, any creepy/ very personal questions/ anything that makes me uncomfortable will be ignored or will lead to a block. Anonymous asks are currently closed

💜My Content

Most of the artwork you'll see here is horror/slasher-centric and will very likely contain a lot of gore, injury detail, and body horror. There may also be nudity or suggested nudity so please do not follow me if you are under 18

💜Slasher/Horror Art Taglist

The slasher/horror art taglist applies to my art of slashers/horror whether it be sketches, WIPs or finished pieces! If you'd like to be added to the taglist, feel free to send me an ask to be added and I'll add you!

💜 Non-slasher or horror related art will not have a taglist as I understand most people are here for slashers and spooks🎃

💜Commissions

Commissions are currently closed due to being busy with college

💜Stuff I Like

Most of my stuff here is slasher/horror centric, including digital and analogue horror.

I'll also talk about other things such as Overwatch 2, some stuff about college, baking, my dog Ripley, other games such as the legend of Zelda and other stuff I can't remember.

Some of my favourite slasher/horror franchises include; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween, House of Wax, Black Christmas, and Chucky/Child's Play.

"get off my lawn" list (DNI)

A pedophile

A zoophile

Write/post about rape, anything non-consensual, or "consensual non consent" in any kind of positive way

Glorify domestic violence, child abuse or child neglect

Write or talk about anything incest or incest-related in a positive way

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Thank you for reading💜🫶

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

So basically, if you ask me if I like creepypastas (specifically the game-related ones) my honest answer would be mostly no-but kind of yes? 'No' as in pushing away all the usual gunk (mostly based around Sonic and Sonic influence) that repeats the formula of protagonist is now the bad guy- you play as a cast of three usually made up of player 2's and 3's, minor characters, and/or antagonists; going to the right of the screen until they inevitably die. The rare instance of 'yes' extends out to the non-humorous parodies of older franchises that becomes much more than 'recoloring Sonic.exe by picking another franchise from a hat' or 'angry dead sibling of the player haunts the game' plot; and rather works as a twisted character study of the original plot or gameplay.

eugg so basically this is my study and perspective on the right way to twist a protagonist into a compelling and threatening antagonist/villain

I've got three examples of what I think working character studies look like, and I'll list them off from least violent to the most. Just a warning, the last one gets pretty bad. The first one only has one instance of gore that I know of, and it's not in your face at all.

*Spoilers and gameplay links for all. Feel free to play any of them before reading*

1.(Maybe FW? Slight gore and violence, disturbing) To begin, we'll talk about "Q*Bert Arcade" by Tarkan809 on Gamejolt. The game itself is fairly simple and not too far from home from the original arcade game (As the title might allude to and accidently trick you with). There are noticeable differences that will likely throw the player off, such as the fact that you're playing as one of the enemy Coilies(the snake), and the lack of enemies or atmospheric sound effects in the first stage. It's off and isolated, but not a blaring sign of danger. What really throws the game off is the completion of stage 1, as both the music and screen distort in an unsettling matter. Nonetheless, nothing at this point is added, as the majority of what is seen is edited-or enhanced, if you will, from the original material. There's no blaring red flags like unfitting music from another franchise, or the villain being revealed in the first impression of the title sequence. You are given this atmosphere that is built to remain close to 'normal'- allowing for the small differences to be twice as effective in the creep factor.

From the second level onward, we're introduced to the one new element to the narrative; Q*bert. To my knowledge, the game is just called 'Q*bert Arcade' and not something like Q*bert.exe-as every let's play YouTuber calls it; Q*bert's design isn't the typical addition of predatory features. There's no pitch black eyes with red pupils, there's no sharp teeth or claws (although idk how that would work on Q*bert in the first place). Instead, Q*bert's typical look is enhanced with humanoid-like features, with a soulless expression. You can't really tell it off the bat however, as the same glitch effect does fairly well at hiding his design-whether or not you decide to hide away. While I don't believe that hiding the monster's appearance is a mandatory move, but playing with the fear of the unknown is always unique and effective nonetheless. What I really like about this game is that there's no text appearing out of nowhere and explaining the personality and motives of the character right away.

Despite the presence of the character, it's still staying fairly true to the original material. All you hear from the character is his typical jumbled up text-to-speech voice; not being too off from the original use, but being an affective spook-factor in a different setting.

I also just noticed this, but there's a subtle detail between the first level and when Q*bert shows up; as you may notice that the Coily's expression changes from neutral to worried as soon as the stage turns orange (I think. I don't think I'm seeing things. But if it's not, it's doing its job in making me think I'm seeing things)

The death scenes in the gameplay aren't overly violent or out of character, as the voice and screen just distort severely and restart. There's room for gameplay, and nothing (to my knowledge) is removed in the controls for the sake of the enemy magically catching up. The game ends on a level mostly without Q*bert- only showing up when the player completes their part.

What I like most about the antagonist character is that the writing isn't afraid to show it expression emotions. Though it might sound like I'm constantly bashing on the Sonic.exe character, I'm not- but the tropes the character is always associated with often don't leave much room for anything but what he-and others like him- are usually associated with. By most X is shown to have two emotions; Soulless happy/pleased/amused or soulless angry. Either way, the character more often than not gets his way in the end- so it doesn't effect his choices and mannerisms. Q*bert's emotions-however-effect the plot greatly. There's no overpowered god-like presence- as much as there is a theme of human-like emotion and pettiness. While in his somber mood, Q*bert plays fair with the player- even to the point of jumping off if they manage to hide away in time. He's fast, but works by foot and not random supernatural tendencies.

His human-like nature gets to him by the end of the demo, causing him to angrily throw the Coily in a rage-fit- smashing them against the ground and chewing off the tip of their tail. There's no cheap jump-scares and loud noises. There's also no need for fourth-wall breaks to make sure the player feels threatened. The blood and violence is minimized to just one stroke of action. It's not about cramming in the shock factor- its goal is to simulate a fear of what this arcade game is, what has has happened to it, and what it can become.

To my knowledge, there isn't much of an explanation behind this other than the player is likely a kid in an old arcade that sneaks into the backroom while everyone else is on their phones. Someone said it's based on a creepypasta with a cabinet-man-like premise, but idk if that's true.

I think it's neat nonetheless.

2. (Slight gore, loud scares, and FW) The next example is more of a character study of an alternate universe/route than it is a creepypasta attempting to convince you it's a real thing. Gimmick! (Window's 98 Edition) or 'YUME.EXE' by Diplocaule on Gamejolt appears to be a startling but effective route in making the audience fear the original. Taken side-by-side, YUME.EXE and Gimmick! go alongside similar plotlines. Both introduce the premise beginning on a young girl's birthday, opening the gift of a strange and small creature as her special surprise. In the original route, the girl is thrilled with the gift of Yumetaro-likely favoring them over her old toys and making them jealous.

However, YUME.EXE displays an AU in which the young girl isn't pleased with her special gift- and just places it on her cabinet to catch dust. The once magical abilities and origins of the character are turned against the girl- making it clear that she has made a terrible fiend. The other toys are removed, and she is taken to an unfamiliar world twisted from the original material. The traits of the original protagonist being an attention-loving creature with magical powers allowing it to travel between worlds is an excellent trait to be elaborated further upon in another light. The logic makes sense with the established world, and the motives become clear in perspective.

This time, you play as the girl; trapped in a bleak 3-D void-unsure of what is to happen next. The jealous creature catches up eventually. Text and jump scares are used in this one, but tastefully. The theme is brash and intense- simulating a fear of resentment and anger. A aggressive feeling is established and exposed- like a wound rotting terribly the more the player attempts to search around. While it's 3-D and likely an attempt to simulate realism in the player, the environment isn't pulled out of character at all- as the textures are pixelated. The text urges the girl to go back to where she started, revealing a waiting 'YUMI' crawling out of the darkness to lunge at her. It likely impales her somehow, causing her to fall down while slowly dying. The background changes to its usual happy-theme, simulating a feeling of joy in her death as she slowly bleeds out. After a quick jumpscare, the protagonist role swapes back to 'YUMI' and its usual gameplay style. Going forward, the character stumbles upon the poor girl's body, and slowly begins to smile.

To my knowledge; there's no 'real-life' name drops that set this up as another 'real victim stuck in a game' scenario, but simulating the same fear by implying the hidden pettiness and ironic villainy in an already established character if choices are made differently. In that way, the original route is seen as the best choice, as her original toys are now seen as the far-lesser two evils.

3. (Very violent, loud jumpscares, FW, disturbing) Alright, so Adventure Island.exe by Anomalocalis on Gamejolt is a gory, but great example both adding a themes and setting an AU to the original story, without being too crowded (albeit it is very overwhelming, but intentionally). Both games start of just about the same- not changing until you approach the enemies. For context (to what I understand) the original Adventure Island is a basic platform game, allowing for the player to occasionally pick up random-but-wacky powerups from eggs, such as skateboard gear-or maybe even Fairies. The spoof removes the cartoonish theme and logic, weighing in on the reality of man becoming a destructive menace in nature -possessed or not. Beginning the game, the narrative establishes personality points by showing the enemies fleeing as soon as the player comes to the screen. The gameplay is slower, and almost simulating a destructive weight that the original Higgins didn't have before. The first red flags aren't scares or glitches, but rather just key detail changes in the enemies behavior. Also another detail is that the points do nothing, but I'm not sure what that could mean other than maybe a theme of gluttony?...

Again, the realistic behaviors in the character set in an expectedly unrealistic environment brings a subtle unsettling feeling, even if when the scares aren't happening.

The level comes to an end, and the mechanism of the egg is finally teased. Going further and collecting the egg, a spirit emerges and potentially possesses Higgins. Themes of Higgins playing along with long awaited tribal rituals and sacrifices is brought to the narrative, as an unnamed narration encourages him to explore it further. This could symbolize man's nature to destroy, establish, and obtain power over the value of life. We often have a natural habit to find gods to praise, or even go as far to attempt to become one. This theme seems very prominent in this character study- as seeing how the original material works off of a semi-implied civilized man (assuming from the ballcap) fighting off wildlife in the jungle.

The game restarts, beginning the second act. The title shows once again, but with the subtle animation of Higgin's face changing and smiling upon the player. The cult-like affirmations towards Higgins are seen again just before the level starts. The level doesn't require anything more than to go forward. Higgins is slow and silently fuming behind the shadows. Enemies flee, but are destroyed by the touch. Likely because of his choice, life is easier- lessening the need for platforms and jumping. However, because of this, he begins to lose his humanity.

A sacrifice is demanded, and he does so by capturing and violently smashing to death one of the fairies. Furthering the power requires no love or remorse, likely being something replaced by asserting authority.

This act likely ends with the 'power' killing him with no pay-off, despite what is promised. He's no longer in the menu. Heaven no longer has its goal or purpose, and is described as something he personally has to obtain-likely through his violent means. The game resumes normally until it ends in a jumpscare. Perhaps displaying that his standards of killing have no exception on another human.

Rather than a playful spoof, or alternate set of choices queuing in the butterfly effect; Higgin's personality is fleshed out by inserting some new elements; displaying a semi-accurate depiction of the narrative, and showing the protagonist submitting to the natural human urge to indulge and assert power over those below them.

Summary: When writing your spook spoof, remember to play with elements that compliment and explore each character; rather than just resorting to what everybody else did, or what's going to create the most shock factor.

(Also, keep this in mind; Sonic.exe is going to work for Sonic because it's often a play on 'what if the fastest thing alive wasn't on the good side'. Doing the exact same thing to, eh-idk, Kirby isn't going to work because speed isn't an element that makes Kirby threatening...) (That I know of. You would go with the fact that he eats people and gains their power, I assume....)

K. Hope my ramblings help out somebody at some point. Anyways, have a great day/night!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Scenes from the deli section of a Hy-Vee in Mason City, Iowa

"SNAGGLEPUSS--!!"

"TC--!!"

(And as it turned out, Top Cat brought along his clowder to help in the selection of the delicatessen.)

"And if I may say so, Snag old buddy ... yours truly thought it worthwhile to get a few deli meats and cheeses out of the way--not to mention some bread--for some of the run up to the Convocation."

"In Clear Lake, I take it," Huckleberry Hound chimed it.

"Where else?" was all TC could rejoinder. "Not to mention maybe having a modest little welcome center for the early coners to the July 4th weekend."

"Understood to be especially popular," a clerk at the deli section was quick to note. To which I added, "And it will interest you to know where a number of characters of the Hanna-Barberian persuasion will be over for Clear Lake's July 4th festivities!"

"Hopefully," Huckleberry Hound added, "you and your friends will be able to join your past Saturday-morning favourites over the holiday weekend."

"At any rate," TC remarked to the deli person, "what we have in mind are a few basic deli meats for such among our characters as will likely be arriving early. Maybe some sort of slap-up sandwiches."

"You know Scooby-Doo?" asked another worker at the deli.

"After all," Benny the Ball, TC's trusted leftennant, "we of the Hanna-Barbera Funtastic persuasion KNOW Scooby-Doo!"

To which Choo-Choo rejoindered, "And pretty much everybody else."

Brain, ever the clueless and confused one, took note of the deli selection including "double-smoked ham," prompting a request for a sample to just get an idea of what double-smoked ham tasted like.

"You think maybe our guests will go for double smoked ham, TC?" was Brain's query in response to his tasting.

"Now THAT, boys, will certainly be a novelty!" was how TC responded. "And maybe some more conventional deli ham!"

"Maybe some roast beef as well!" was how Fancy-Fancy added to the discussuion, oh so arrogant and everything.

"And, uh, like, pastrami?", to hear Spook enquire.

"Good choices, there, Fancy-Fancy and Spook, as if a couple of ham varieties weren't good enough," quoth TC. "Though it might not be a bad idea to maybe add some turkey breast of the smoked sort!"

Huck chimed in in agreement, adding where he and I might go looking for worthwhile and apropos bread and rolls. I myself suggested a rather hearty multi-grain loaf and Huck recommended a peasant loaf-type bread. We purchased both. TC couldn't have welcomed the choice more, adding that the peasant loaf had a sort of basic charm to it.

"Oh, to imagine a roast beef and ham sandwich done up in some multi-grain loaf," rhapsodised Choo-Choo.

Getting things finally squared away, Huck and I explained that our early arrival was to get some of the early-stage planning for the Convocation out of the way just before the actual weekend got started ... "but we wouldn't mind some sandwiches as well," added Huck.

"Feel free to join my clowder, boys," TC remarked.

And you'll likely imagine how things will go from here ...

*************

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[areyoumissingpieces]

Oh the Advertising Woes

I don’t think it is possible for me to grow organically. I feel like you have to be lucky with the algorithm of all the sites, an overnight social media star, or know enough influential people to talk about your business in order to make it successful organically.

I have had over one thousand sales and a total of three of those were on my own website.  The rest of these were from ebay, tcgplayer, at shows, and through my wholesale account. I know the product I’m selling is good.  It moves on third party sites and at the store where my wholesale account is.  The product I sell is in a pretty saturated market online, but I am comforted by the fact that it is successful in some locations.  Naturally I want more sales going through my website where I have way fewer fees than at shows, on other websites, or at a wholesale rate. I just need some well placed advertising and I think I will be on my way. 

I have been trying to promote myself on tiktok, instagram, and facebook. Most of my followers are friends and family. I love that they support me but I’m not reaching buyers.  

I also have a fairly decent presence on Pinterest.  I can see on my analytics that people do go to my website from there.  My first sale on my website was thanks to a pin. That only happened once in 2018. It is now 2023. 

Now I am on tumblr as yet another attempt to promote myself for free.  Truth be told, I’m also on tumblr because it is nice to get all these thoughts out of my head and onto a page. I hope it will help me think clearer and maybe give me a few customers.

I use business cards to help promote myself.  They have some basic information and a QR code to make it easy for people to access my website.  I throw a business card in every sale I make on ebay, tcgplayer, or at shows. I always keep a few in my phone case in case I bump into someone who asks if I have a website. If I am at a coffee shop or someplace that has a local bulletin board where people can put business cards I will put one of mine up. When I go to physical shows I also have my business cards available for people to grab. Some of my wonderful family and friends have received a little handful to disperse if they desire.  I think there have been a few visits to my site from all of these different approaches but no sales. 

 I would love for my business to grow organically through any of my existing channels but I don’t think that is likely. At least in the last five years of me attempting organic growth it really hasn’t happened. 

The problem is I am a little bit spooked by advertising. I hate having to give a company money to force ads in front of people. I don’t particularly like ads most of the time.  Sometimes I see a product I like and look at the website but know I’m not going to get anything. I worry that will be the mindset of most people.  “Oh look!” They’d think, “That stuff is amazing! I love that! I can’t afford luxuries right now. I could make that.” I don’t want to spend money on so many maybes.  

I’ve also worked for a few online companies that have gone down the advertising path.  I’m a little bit scared by their experiences. One company did mail out fliers.  I have no idea how much they spent, but they got two customers out of the deal.  The same company also paid to have a couple page blurb in a business magazine. That, as far as I can tell, did not drum up any business.  Another company hired a professional marketing  team.  This did result in a huge bump in business.  It also resulted in way more work while only breaking even. They were never able to profit out of it and have some regrets about how much they spent.  These stories do make me worry about the validity of marketing campaigns. I know everyone has their own advertising stories, and just because the people in my life haven’t had a very good result with advertising doesn’t mean I won’t.

 I was worried for a long time that I don’t have enough merchandise available online and was embarrassed at the idea of promoting it. After my last show, in May, I realized that I do have enough merchandise posted.  I have mailed so many orders now I am confident in my systems I have in place.  I AM ready for business.  I need to put on my boss lady kick ass pants and get my first advertising campaign rolling! Let’s aim for the beginning of October. Please hold me accountable for this statement. Stay tuned for updates!

[cookie-run-is-lgbt]

Request Blacklist

this is just a list of things that will make me refuse a request on principle. basically, don't request these things. if you feel something should be added, feel free to let me know.

pronouns

spook/spooks/spookself or any variation of "spook" for black-coded characters.

any containing slurs

identities

orientations/genders relating to real people

xenogenders*

map/zoo/otherwise paraphilic or criminal-action based sexualities

flags

"new" pan flags.

lipstick lesbian flags.

*xenogenders are not allowed for two main reasons. 1, finding the right flags would be incredibly time consuming. 2, i do not know enough about xenogenders to understand if any are insulting or mocking. i don't know much about xenogenders in general, and i do not understand them. i am willing to listen to any explanations you may have with an open mind however.

[ofspunkysass]

Sharon knew herself; she used to be someone who fought for the little people; the people who had no voice. The ones that felt like they were small and had no power in the city. She was the one that believed in others. Her job was to fight for those who had no voice. Sharon knew her life her morals had been flipped upside down the last few years. She was forced to live in the shadows basically isolated to her own dismay. Her own anger at Steve; the man that once made her feel alive; she remembered the way he once looked at her and then he burned her. Speaking of burned technically speaking Bucky had too; which where her distrust steamed from. Each time she let a guard down; let herself feel more than the workaholic nature that drove her she got burned. 

Sharon was far from perfect. She made mistakes especially where the red flags were concerned; Karlie her death still loomed in her head from last night. The grief the guilt she felt. Sharon was the broken; she had the fate sitting in her hands; and yeah she confessed to Bucky but the guilt of death hanged in her head. And now she had a gun shoot wound she was sporting and it was thanks to Bucky that the bleeding stopped. He saved her life. And maybe that’s why she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Why she was choosing to let go; to be a shoulder if he chose to give her trust not that either one of us deserved it. It kinda sounded dysfunctional in her head. But he was hurting; the awful sleep pattern, the way he flinched when she threw a pillow at him. It was concerning of his own demons, and I felt for him. What changed? I had no idea; a risk of life; realizing I was holding the past against him. 

I didn’t want to be this need to control person anymore; I wanted to feel free and I promised I’d be out of hair once I was healed and I would. But I did care against my better judgement. All that to say plopping down besides the male I turned my head tilted towards his. I nodded knowing there wasn’t much I could say to mend his pain; of his sins even if he was out of control with HYDRA it wasn’t Bucky’s fault and I did the unthinkable, I extended my hand carefully over to place upon his own palm a small touch not to spook him; I didn’t want to get slapped from the man. He was jumpy based on the events of this morning. 

“ You don’t but neither did I deserve you understanding of my own sins. I’m not perfect we all make mistakes. What you were, what they did to you forced you to do isn’t on you. I can’t begin to understand the pain, but I am here unless you kick me out that is.” I added more in a light tone; to lighten the mood. Not that I felt Bucky was pushing me out the door. Unless I pushed too far; which right now I wasn’t just a surprising lead in for support.

@ofspunkysass

[My chest was heavy and I had to catch my breath as I came to. Cold sweat formed on my forehead and down my back. Chills moving through me as I realize I had awoken from yet another nightmare. Ordinarily this was something I was used to, so I usually just brushed it off. Given that it was Sharon here witnessing this, I was admittedly embarrassed] Yeah, I’m fine. [I aired out flatly. The last thing I wanted to do was to come across as weak, but more than that, I didn’t want Sharon to be afraid of me. Judging by the fact that her hand lowered onto my shoulder, seemingly out of care and concern, I assumed she wasn’t afraid of me] That crap that HYDRA put in me might be out of my head, but I still get nightmares of all the people I hurt and killed while I was the Winter Solder. Sorry you had to witness that. [I quietly admitted. Other than my shrink, that I was required to meet with on a weekly basis, Sharon was the first person I was admitting that to. I felt self-conscious and embarrassed saying the words aloud though, so after releasing my confession to Sharon, I almost immediately changed the subject] Are you okay? Any pain? [I asked as my eyes instinctively shifted in the direction of her stitched up wound; looking for any sign of blood or issues with the stitches I put in place for her. Sure, I had my fair share of experience with stuff like that, typically on my own wounds, but regardless, I was no doctor, so I could have easily made a mistake] Do you need the dressing changed out? I can help you with that, if you want. [I quietly offered. I knew Sharon was used to handling things on her own, but regardless, I wanted her to know I was here to lend a hand, should she want and/or need it]