#just a little remake of my old pinned post!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Petnames (Creepypasta edition)(remake)

lmao if youve been around since the beginning youll remember that this was one of my first posts- in fact i think you can find it linked in the first creepypasta masterlist in my pinned! been wanting to "return to form" so to speak and write general group hcs- this post may contain different hcs compared to the og, but it def will have more characters! i think i might remake a bunch of older posts since i like comparing how my hcs and writing has changed over time!! characters: slenderman, splendorman, eyeless jack, laughing jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, nina the killer, jane the killer, jeff the killer, puppeteer, bloody painter notes: reader is gn, any gendered petnames will be given an alt if applicable (ex. princess/prince), very short post, only really contains what they call you and what you call them in return, no real meat to it tbh, like a snack post, all characters are referred to as "them" not because of any pronoun hc i just copy/pasted it over and over and didnt feel like editing it cws: none

SLENDERMAN

They like calling you: Love, Darling, and Dear, and sometimes he simply says your name

You call them: He doesn't have much of a preference, but I can see Hon being a default... something about calling an old forest monster Hon feels amusing... Handsome also feels right

SPLENDORMAN

They like calling you: Honey, Dear, Schnookums, Sweetie, really he's open to calling you almost anything! He has a love for the more ridiculous names!

You call them: He doesn't have much of a preference either but if you call him Sweetiepie hes going to be head over heels... another one that just feels right...

MASKY

They like calling you: He doesnt talk all that much, but he does sometimes leave you notes and very rarely signs... on the occasion he leaves a note for you or speaks, he simply says your name! That's really it!

You call them: Prefers you to not refer to him with any name, though some petnames are on thin ice... Babe is the only one he seems to be receptive to

HOODIE

They like calling you: Looooves leaving you notes and makes a namesign for you, doesnt speak at all btw... can see him calling you by your name, Babe, Baby.. as an aside I can see Brian being a Babe/Baby dude so imagine that carries over

You call them: Sweet potato, Bud, Pumplin, Honey/Honey Bun

TICCI TOBY

They like calling you: He feels a little off calling you something that isnt some variation of your name, it could be because its different so hes not used to the mouth feel... tends to call you by a shortened version of your name

You call them: similarly hes not used to being called anything other than his name, at least not when it comes to positive things.. but he does seem to like cutie patootie as a joke

JEFF THE KILLER

They like calling you: Babe, Baby, jokingly Dumbass, Lovely.. though Babe is his default!

You call them: Hon, his name, and if youre feeling a little funny you can try to call him a dumb lovey dovey name- but just know hes going to give you the stink eye

JANE THE KILLER

They like calling you: You name for the most part, but I can see her calling you Hon!

You call them: Prefers her name but is not opposed to you calling her sweetheart!

NINA THE KILLER

They like calling you: will call you every name under the sun and may make her own to keep things fresh! its always a wild card!

You call them: doesnt care what you call her, shes going to wear it like a badge of honor and shes going to obsess over whatever nickname you give her

LAUGHING JACK

They like calling you: it comes as a shock to no one when i say that he calls you any variation of the sweet names... sweetheart, sweetpea, sweet thing, and so on... sometimes calls you sugar or toots if you let him

You call them: looooves when you call him lovey/lovely or any pie based name- honey pie for example

EYELESS JACK

They like calling you: tends to also call you by your name... hes not too big on affection, though rest assured he does love you. bro has little to no dating experience, he has ZERO game/lh

You call them: is a little picky with names, allows you to call him by his name.. the sillest he lets you go is calling him love bug

PUPPETEER

They like calling you: dear, dearest, lovely, and darling are his usual go tos!

You call them: you sometimes call him casanova as a joke but its slowly turned into one of your go to names, likes being called prince as well every now and then

BLOODY PAINTER

They like calling you: defaults to your name but will sometimes call you beautiful/handsome, othertimes he might call you sunshine

You call them: pretty boy, dear are the ones hes most receptive to. he may not bother responding if you dare call him pookie .. he prefers his name above all else, though

[porcelainseashore]

Ghosts from the Past (7)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Agent! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Informant! Fem! Reader

Summary: 7 years after leaving behind everything you’ve known, you’re suddenly thrust into facing a ghost from your past, Leon. Navigating where you stand with him brings up old memories, painful truths and countless questions. At the same time, you have to deal with a bunch of strange occurrences at your dance company. Set after Resident Evil 4 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Canon-Typical Horror and Violence, Blood, Injury, Torture, Infection, Medical Experiments, Psychological Trauma, Nightmares

Content: Post-Resident Evil 4, Exes to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lack of Communication, Romance, Fluff

Author's Note: Just a quiet, little chapter to bring this series to a close. I’ve returned to my fluff roots, so expect that, some hurt/comfort and domestic coziness. Thank you’s will be at the end!

AO3 Link

Chapter 7: Begin Again

It felt like you had been in the strangest dream, one which you couldn’t recall the contents of, the next time you opened your eyes. You awoke in the sterile brightness of a hospital room, tubes trailing from your arms and the steady beep of the monitor synching with your heartbeat. Everything was still in a haze and your mind was foggy, like you had been anesthetized.

Something was clutching your hand. Another hand? You wriggled your fingers, trying to get rid of the sensation of pins and needles that hung heavily to your entire body. The smell of earth, rusty metal, and sweat permeated the air, triggering a brief memory that encapsulated what had come to pass. Your gaze landed on a light blonde mane at the side of the bed, matted but radiant like a golden halo from the sunlight that filtered into the room.

Then, it shifted groggily, and a face which had initially been buried under the blanket and sheets, slowly peered up at you. Blinking a couple of times as if he couldn’t trust what he was seeing, his grip around your hand tightened.

“Leon?” You called out, your voice crackling and raspy, like a dry sheet of paper.

His face was bloodied and bruised, but a slanted smile lit up across it. You noticed that he was still in the same combat gear from the time at Silje’s underground lair, apart from his firearms and knife, which were unholstered and secured by the bedside table. He looked like he hadn’t showered for days. How long had you been here?

As you tried to sit yourself up, a dull, aching pain coursed through your left shoulder, causing you to emit a low groan in discomfort. Leon planted a hand gently on your chest, motioning for you to lay down. “No, baby. You need to rest.”

Brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek, he echoed the promise he had made to you, “I told you I wouldn’t let them get you.”

“I never doubted that.” 

Closing your eyes, you cupped your good hand over his. He dipped his head and his silken lips met yours, soft and cautious, as if you were a precious treasure. Your noses nudged each other and his warm breath tickled your skin, as he kissed you tenderly, tasting and breathing every essence of you in.

The sound of someone clearing their throat sharply interrupted your private exchange. Leon pulled away at lightning speed, as if he had been caught red-handed stealing candy from a baby, and you observed a dust of pink spread over his cheeks, as he looked down towards the ward floor. It reminded you of the times when you were younger and he was still figuring out his feelings for you, so much so that you giggled involuntarily in response. He delivered a piercing side eye that came with a hint that you were going to be in trouble later. You bit your tongue, trying to rein in your laughter.

“Oh, great, I see you are awake,” the nurse who had chanced upon your clandestine moment sighed warily. 

“Mr. Kennedy,” she nodded in his direction, both in acknowledgement and as a subtle indication that he had overstayed his welcome. “I still need to run the last screening tests on the patient.”

“Was just about to-”

“Hmph.” She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head in disgust. “You should do something about that god awful stench!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he got up to leave. 

Turning towards you, he gave your hand another lingering squeeze. “I’ll be back within the hour.”

“Make that two,” the nurse asserted sternly. “Personal hygiene, Mr. Kennedy,” she pointed out again, as he waved her off dismissively, silently striding out of the room.

Eventually, you were informed that you had been cleared of the infection, largely thanks to the serum Leon had administered to you on-site. They had to extract the remaining lumps of mold from you when your body had stabilized after the blood transfusions. So, you were free, but still being monitored, just like the other dancers who had been infected. Except, they were kept in the dark about their treatments and were never told the truth about their symptoms.

Your snapped shin had healed up pretty well due to the mold, but unfortunately your shoulder would take a longer time, meaning that you wouldn’t be able to dance professionally for a while. It was too early to tell if this spelled the definite end of your career, but you tried to stay positive despite the obvious setbacks.

The theater base where The Connections had operated out of had been successfully closed down by Leon. Under the guise of discovering some unexploded World War II bombs, the area had been cordoned off, so that whatever remained of the place could be cleared out. It wasn’t as stealthy as the government had hoped for, but it did the job.

Things didn’t look so bright for Silje’s dance company however, as she was declared missing without any real leads, while your colleagues mourned her loss. The secret of what had actually transpired stuck with you, eating into you little by little each day, until you decided to steer the course of events in your own way. Before you were finally done with your life in Berlin for good, you had contacted the group of principal dancers, who were left lost without a leader. You attempted to convince them to take over the company as a collective, so as to honor Silje’s work as best as possible. In the end, she had become a monster, but you still loved her somehow. Maybe this would help to ease the guilt you felt, despite being thrown unwittingly into a situation you had no control over. You weren’t sure what results came out of your talk with your co-dancers, but you were hopeful that they would at least try.

The first few months of settling back into your home country was daunting initially. You’d not visited since you’d left. You hadn’t seen a reason to, only giving your parents a handful of calls each year, so that they knew you were alive. 

Leon had been by your side throughout your adjustment, and you appreciated him all the more for it. He was there during the bumpy road of recovery, where every move or touch hurt. Coughing, sneezing, and even breathing aggravated it. You’d roll over in your sleep and wake up in pain. He was there to comfort you when your physical state started to affect you mentally. You weren’t the same person anymore, you felt weak and crippled. Then, the nightmares came to haunt you, causing you to shun what you had loved doing since you were young, which was to dance. 

But Leon never gave up on you. He knew about the effects of muscle damage and the trauma you were suffering from, because he had been through it all himself. The main difference was that back then, he had no one with him to turn to, and he didn’t want the same to happen to you. As you began to heal, your mood lightened. It slowly felt like you could breathe again. You started taking turns caring for each other when the night terrors came. You’d learnt from him how to handle them and what the other person needed in the moment. You supported him as much as he supported you. And for that, he was grateful.

Even though blood no longer seeped through your dressing and most of your movement had come back, your body still remembered the pain. You’ve come to accept that it’ll always be a part of you and never go away. Now, you and Leon have matching pink scars on the same shoulder - a testimonial of the sacrifices you’ve made in the past. But you lived on to tell the story together.

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It was one of those rare days where neither of you had woken up in the night with a start, sometimes screaming and breaking out in a cold sweat. However, you'd realized that such nights were gradually becoming less frequent.

The first rays of morning light slipped through the sheer curtains of the window of the bedroom you now shared with Leon, in the northeast of DC. It was a quieter, more residential part of town, that reminded you of where you grew up, though the irony of it was not lost on you. No matter how far you’d tried to run away from home, it still managed to catch up to you.

Casting a warm glow across the room, the light illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air and a couple of moving boxes stacked along the wall, which you had yet to unpack out of procrastination. A pair of arms were wrapped around your abdomen, cradling you like a bird’s nest; your very own sanctuary against the outside world. 

You sighed in bliss, enveloped in their tranquil embrace. It looked like it was going to be another lazy Sunday, but you couldn’t complain. Recently, you had finally plucked up the courage to connect with your dance roots again, by teaching it at the college nearby. So, weekends were reserved for quality time with Leon, which you cherished, seeing as he could be whisked away for missions without much warning.

As the light crept over the edge of the bed, the body next to you stirred. Chasing away sleep from his eyes, Leon rubbed them and yawned, kissing your neck as he murmured into your hair, “Is this real?” He pinched your arm, causing you to yelp and smack his hand playfully in return. You felt his smile against the back of your head.

“Cut it out.” You couldn’t keep a serious tone and he knew it. Turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Come to think of it, I should be the one asking you that question.”

“Oh?” He humored you, waiting for your comeback in mild amusement.

“Talk about seeing a ghost from the past,” you teased.

He scoffed, before claiming your lips lovingly with his own. Taking in the sight of the room once more, he discovered a new addition to the wall. It was a photo booth strip of the two of you pulling silly faces back when you were teenagers and best friends. You had unearthed it by accident from one of the boxes not long ago.

“When did you put that up?” He probed out of curiosity, seemingly surprised at your ability to collect and preserve memories.

“Just yesterday.”

“Mm.” He carded his fingers through your hair, reliving the happiness encased in those set of photos. “We’ll make new ones.” 

New memories to decorate the rooms and hallways with. His apartment used to be cold and bare, merely functioning as a place to sleep, when he drowned himself in work as a distraction from the circumstances he had been forced into. He didn’t have someone to come home to. But now he had you. You started to fill the space with pieces of him and you - CDs of your favorite bands that you’d gifted each other like personalized mixtapes, old love letters containing your heartfelt confessions, a potted cactus plant from Hunnigan, a handmade greeting card from Sherry, a pile of vintage books from Claire, yellowed and worn at the edges… You’d arranged them diligently while he was out, busy at the office or in the field. As time went by, it grew more vibrant and bit by bit, it became a place both of you called home.

“You’re not going anywhere today, are you?” 

You drifted back from your reverie at Leon’s question. “No?”

“Good.” He drew you in closer, pulling you flush against his bare chest. “I’ll have you all to myself.”

He couldn’t get enough of you these days. Maybe it was the near-death experience or the thought of losing you again. He knew he had to ease up on his overprotectiveness at some point, even though he was afraid that the idyllic bubble you had built together might burst. The government had retired you from your duties for now, as you were no longer infected and had been relocated for your safety. However, you weren’t far out of their reach. They still monitored you from behind the scenes and Leon knew it was only a matter of time before they came knocking on the door again. A government lackey never truly retired. But he would be there beside you, making sure you wouldn’t get the short end of the stick again, even if it meant giving up something else in return. Somehow, both of you would find a way.

This time, it was your peck on his nose and prompting that brought him back to reality. “Don’t forget about the call.”

Right. That call. He sighed hesitantly. “What should I say? They probably won’t-”

You caressed his jawline stubble with your knuckles soothingly. “They will,” you affirmed. “You’re their son, and they love you.”

He looked at you almost teary-eyed as you pressed your lips against his, coaxing a faint moan from his mouth. “I’ll be there with you,” you reassured him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, before a spark of recognition kindled in his eyes. “You hear that?”

The distant sound of a familiar guitar melody played on the radio alarm clock. As the male singer crooned in a husky tone, you grinned. It was cheesy, but it was the song you had danced to with Leon on your graduation night.

“May I?” He asked, offering his open palm to you, beckoning you to join him. Rolling your eyes in mock exasperation, you smiled and gave in. You grabbed his hand, rose to your feet and positioned yourself with him on the bedroom floor. Every now and then, he would try to help you form new associations with dancing, to replace the negative ones you had developed from the incident.

Your hands rested around his neck and his arms encircled your waist. He led and you followed, allowing him to guide you with each step and turn to the music, just as he had done so many years ago.

“What do you think our lives would’ve been like, if things were normal?” He reminisced out of the blue. “If Raccoon City didn’t happen?”

Gazing up at him reflectively, you paused for a moment in silence to contemplate the points he was raising.

“I guess I would’ve still been a cop,” he answered first, his voice tinged with bittersweet longing.

He pushed it down by cracking a joke at your expense. “But then I’d have had to see about that habit of yours.” Placing his mouth to your ear, he whispered, “My little pothead cheerleader.”

You groaned, punching his arm in a futile effort to wipe off the smirk that was plastered across his face.

He laughed in response, before his expression turned somber again. “I would’ve liked you to live with me though.”

“I know,” you admitted wistfully. “And if we could turn back time, I’d have said yes, over and over, undeniably.” 

Nestling your head into his neck, you continued, “When you were gone, I would’ve done anything to bring you back.”

“Baby…” his voice trailed off as he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your face towards him.

“I know what we have now isn’t perfect, but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” you professed, ultimately realizing it was better to live with Leon in the present than the past.

“Neither would I,” he concurred softly. “This is more than enough for me.” Closing the gap between the two of you, he deepened the embrace, and his lips found yours, sealing them together like a bond that couldn’t be broken.

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Endnotes

So, that was the very final chapter! In case you’re interested, I imagined Leon and Reader living in Brookland and the song they danced to was Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

It’s been an amazing journey with each and every one of you. Thank you for all your kindest words and support, my heart is full! I’ve never ever completed any of my previous fics, so I’m ecstatic that this is the first of its kind 🥰

Special thanks goes out to:

AliBelleRosetta, whom I’ve shared many fun brainstorming and venting sessions with.

Cameron, who looked through my work whilst dealing with my Leon fangirling.

Another shoutout I’d like to do is for a fic I was inspired by, and got me thinking about creating my own series. If you like, check out Chance Encounter by Iabyrinth.

Finally, I’m still deciding what to write next. I have a couple of ideas for one-shots that I might want to try my hand at. But feel free to let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see in the comments. Thank you once again!

[vera-king-hrfl]

Remake of pinned post and updated BG3 Master List.

NSFT, 18+, MINORS DNI

Full AO3 profile.

Finished stories include word count.

The first two are the last ones I wrote when I discovered my all-time favorite OTP, Cal and Ryldinn. Ryldinn is my OC, a drow assassin.

M/M, explicit smut, violence, discussion of past trauma, slight non-con elements in both.

Where Our Demons Hide is the BG3 story told through the experiences of Cal, Ryldinn (Tav), and Astarion. It's quite long and not finished yet, but there isn't much more to go.

Heat of the Night is lighter, sillier, AU story, set in BG with all the characters and magic, etc, but a more 1980s Miami feel. Characters have a set sexuality instead of being pan. This is going to be an ongoing series. Collab with @crowwolf. Special warning for homophobia, slurs, and attempted assault.

Reclaiming Ourselves series takes place mostly after the events of BG3. It's 3 parts and it's a different experience depending on what order you read them in. Told from POV of Cal, Rolan, Zevlor, and Dammon in different bits with some 3rd person as well.

M/M, F/M, lots of smut, heavy angst, hurt/comfort.

Goodnight Kiss is sweet, with a shy bumbling Cal trying to get a girlfriend. 24,057 words.

Comfort in the Dark starts with Zevlor and Rolan, but our bitchy wizard eventually ends up with Dammon. Angsty. 22,217 words.

Who Am I? stars Zevlor with my OC Ilyrana, a high-elven draconic sorcerer. After being rejected by Rolan, the Paladin finally rediscovers the love of his life. 21,902 words.

Master of the Tower stars Rolan with an unnamed, vaguely described afab Tav. It begins in the Last Light Inn and goes a little beyond the game, but I don't discuss game events much; this one is all about them. It's angsty in parts, but also cute, funny and very smutty. The tiefling anatomy lesson seems to be a hit. 31,931 words in 3 parts.

F/M, smut, angst.

After Hell. Zevlor and Dammon hook up and then find themselves a girlfriend. After the events of the game. No real angst or drama, just lots of fun creative sex. 23,811 words in 3 parts.

M/F/M, smut.

How to Fix Your Broken Tiefling. This one is just pure love and adoration for Zevlor from a sweet little afab Tav who just wants to make him happy. 9,526 words.

F/M, smut, loss of virginity.

Quick and Dirty sees Zevlor, jealous and frustrated, coaxing a young, inexperienced afab Tav to... um... relieve his frustrations in the woods. This is dirty old man Zevlor and I enjoyed writing it. 1,699 words.

Dub-con, fellatio.

Fire, Ice and Darkness tells Zevlor’s story the way I think it should have been. It's unfinished, and I don't know if I'm going to do so, but it's not far from the end and if I get enough interest maybe I will. His love interest is my OC Nienna (Same person as Ilyrana, but she's Tav in this one.)

M/F, smut, heavy angst, graphic violence, slight non-con elements.

The New Chosen. Zevlor accepts the Absolute and becomes Her warrior. He then kidnaps Tav, an afab rogue, partly described and not named. This one isn't finished either. Again, I might circle back to it but it's a bit icky to write.

F/M, NON-CON. Like really. Violent and uncomfortable.

The Master's Lessons. Rolan finds out soon after becoming Lorroakan’s apprentice that the wizard has more in mind than teaching him magic. This is technically part of The Master of the Tower, but it's unhooked so people can skip it if it makes them uncomfortable. 5,817 words.

M/M. NON-CON. Not violent, but pretty gross anyway. Drugs and coercion used.

[poupeesdecirque]

WiP - Bookman Jr - Coat & Brooch

Here we are again with more sewing. I have complied this post from a week worth sewing. I was feeling low in energy and only did a bit here and there but it piled up in the end.

I have bought so many beautiful materials for this doll (and cosplay later on), like this ribbon. I had another one but I love the light golden color here. There is a lot of different golden tones in this outfit but it gives it a more realistic touch. The fabric for the lining is mainly my choice bc I didn't want to use the one from the cosplay and I had this in my scraps box... but in the end I truly loved it and maybe will use it to line the collar for the cosplay too.

After the sleeves I sewed together everything else, it was actually a quite nice sewing expierence as I took a ton of breaks here and there.

This was 2 days worth of sewing already.

The next one started with me replacing the collar as it didn't match up as I liked it to match (one side was shorter??), it was an easy fix luckily.

Next up was a ton of hand sewing, closing border seams. Somehow I find this incredible relaxing even when it's super slow progress.

And another day done! What I didn't picture here is that I had to remake the lining for the sleeves as it was somehow to short? But it was just one seam each that's managable and quicker than fiddling around forever. I'm quite proud how nice the lining came out.

After taking forever to pin down the frog closure I decided to test the decorative stitching, the old collar was helping here. But after some hours... I wasn't satisfied and called it a day. Especially after injuring my right index finger this was not something I wanted to do anymore.

Next day was me being super hyped to sew but I injured my hands further because of work, ... but I was eager to sew T_T

It took me several hours to sew on the closure, I also corrected some seams as they were crooked.

And battled the stitching... as you can see I decided to redo it right after finishing it, the double layered stitches look much better and even.

Here is the result <3

But of course one little thing was missing... the brooch.

I later on added a bit more paint to it so make it more pop, but we are done sewing! Face up is next.

[merrydollhouse]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི hii everyone, welcome to my vent blog! im merry or riamu (not an irl, just a nickname) remaking pinned post since i changed the layout / theme little!

♱ this is mostly going to be a [SFW] vent / jfashion (dollete lolita) aesthetic account! sorry old moots for changing the theme ଘ(´｡•ᵕ•`)੭✩

♱ no set dni list, (yet) im very open to interactive mutuals! especially other vent, jirai, raimu, kangel and lolita blogs!! also im new to tumblr so pls ignore if i make any mistakes

lastly, i love random anon asks and spam likers!! flood me with the attention i couldnt get ethically and naturally, you will literally make my day/night, thank youu!!!! (゜▼゜＊）

[chained-sweater]

remake of my angieboy headcanons because my last post was BAD.

notes: tagging @fictionalcharactergraveyard bc on my og post they asked for these hcs, and since i like, uh..deleted my old post i need to like—let them see this one.

— angela has a lot of nicknames for ponyboy, and vice versa. they're either very cute/sappy or it sounds like they're insulting each other. there is no in between.

— very, very cuddly couple. they're always cuddling. ya walk into the room and boom: pony and angela are snuggled up on the couch.

— the reaction their siblings had when they found out they were dating, oh lordy loo.

· tim gave pony the classic 'older-brother-talking-to-his-little-sister's-boyfriend' talk, but other than that, he's fine with them being together. ponyboy is intimidated by him and every time he tells angela 'i think your brother hates me' angela's like, 'which brother?' pony says, 'tim' and angela responds with, 'you're fine, he likes you.' yeah, tim's pretty chill w/ it.

· CURLY ON THE OTHER HAND.....

↑ let's just say pony's lucky to be alive. curly's their #1 op, fr.

· darry doesn't care, tbh. he's just glad pony's in a happy relationship.

· sodapop, however, is very wary of angela. he was still recovering over sandy at the time and he's worried that pony would go through something similar to what he went through with sandy.

· don't even get me started on the gang, oh jesus.

· two-bit literally starting cheering and gave ponyboy a big bear hug. he then proceeded to start gushing about how adorable they were 'n stuff. (i can't, i love two-bit sm.)

· steve was just like, 'yeah, whatever.'

· dallas was all, 'ooh, you go horseman.' ponyboy threw a book at his head.

· johnny was still recovering at the hospital (yes, ofc he and dally live), and when he found out, he was SO jealous. *heather by conan gray starts playing in the background.*

— pony and angela never get past the puppy-love stage of their relationship. that is their relationship. (they're so cute, omg.)

— ponyboy gives angela some of their drawings he made (they're of her) and she keeps every single one. she pins them on the wall above her bed in her and curly's bedroom.

· curly's all, 'FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ANGIE, TAKE THEM DOWN' and angela's just like, 'no.'

— you do not want to see these two on a date, sweet jesus christ.

· THEY ARE SO MUSHY, ISTG. THE PDA IS ASTRONOMICAL.

· dally once went to a restaurant to grab some dinner and when he walked in he found angela sitting on pony's lap and they were feeding each other and giggling 'n shit and istg dallas gagged. (tbh, i don't blame him, i would of done the same. 💀)

— angela made them matching bracelets. ponyboy (and angela, ofc) never takes theirs off.

— holding hands is like, their lifeline. they're always holding hands. (i'm making myself feel single writing this, smh.)

— it's basically your average middle school relationship, but it's actually successful.

[nobody-nexus]

TADC x Danganronpa Concept

I'm not really gonna work on this more then this one post, plus this is just to stretch out my creative abilities, but I had this random thought of "What if The Amazing Digital Circus cast were in a killing game?" and I wanted to work on it

This will contain their talent, small lil backstory, motive to kill, and execution. I think in the context for this they're given nicknames due to having forgotten their names. Also in the context of their ages, it's a college instead of a highschool (Also Kinger would've probably been professors there) (Warning: There will be very graphic descriptions within the executions involving torture and a lot of blood! Please proceed with caution!)

(Pomni) -> Pomni would be the Ultimate Jester. Very obvious from her outfit as well as the role of Jesters being actually apart of the royal family. I think how she would get her talent is by being a friend to a prince, and her natural clumsiness made her an excellent jester- to the point where she was brought all around the world by the king. But she hated it, just wanting a normal life and thinking if she went to the Ultimate University would help her with such a task

-> I think her motive for killing wouldn't be anything. If she killed, it would've 100% been an accident and she'd be in denial that she did it even while getting dragged to her execution. She'd most likely be either chapter 4 or 5 in terms of when she dies

-> The Fool's Show (Ultimate Jester's Execution: Executed) Pomni's hands are chained behind her back as she's dragged into a remaking of a king's throne room. Monokuma is the king on the throne and tells Pomni to entertain him. She tries her best, however with her hands tied up, she keeps falling over. Monokuma doesn't find it funny and soom makes the floor electrocute her whenever she messed up. She sees an exit door and starts to run for it, but the electricity makes her stagger. Her legs, covered in blood and burn marks, soon give out on her as she falls to the ground. The electricity soon hits her head, making her cough up blood before dying. Monokuma laughs at Pomni's burnt corpse

(Ragatha) -> Ragatha would be the Ultimate Seamstress. I think she more so makes dolls as a hobby, but her main passion would be making dresses. She got her talent after she most likely became famous for her dress work and how creative said work is. Her past probably involves a hobby becoming a job due to parental based traumas, but at least she can enjoy what she does. She went to the Ultimate University a little later than most other Ultimates because she was just so busy with her work

-> She would only kill in self-defense or if she learned someone was going to harm someone she really cared for. Most likely a very remorseful death, probably clean and quick, but she didn't want to get out knowing their blood was on her hands

-> Pins and Needles (Ultimate Seamstress's Execution: Executed) Ragatha is laying on a table, her arms and legs stretched out on it. She looks up at the ceiling, a look of regret on her face. Monokuma comes in, dressed as an old lady, holding a bag. Monokuma begins to push various sized needles into her skin. The first ones were put in her joints, making her paralyzed. All she could do now was shiver and cry in pain as Monokuma continued to stick needles in her. Once most of her body was pinned down, Monokuma pulls out a syringe and, offscreen and silhouetted, stabs it into her blue eye. She screams as the injection quickly hits her brain, causing her to soon stop moving, killing her

(Jax) -> One of the harder ones to pinpoint, I think Jax would be the Ultimate Luck. He's the one who won the randomly selected luck role, which unlike most others- wasn't a good choice for him. He was a criminal who's caused multiple problems. He relishes that he's an Ultimate despite his criminal record. He didn't have the best childhood, but he doesn't care what happened in his past. He just cares about causing as much chaos as possible. Probably owns a rabbit farm though. It's like the ONLY thing he cares about that isn't himself

-> He'd most likely kill if there was a good enough motive for it. Like maybe he can get away with whatever he wanted if he won the trial or something along those lines. 100% would kill for a selfish reason like that (Probably uses his rabbit farm for sympathy)

-> Run Rabbit, Run! (Ultimate Luck's Execution: Executed) Jax is in the middle of a clearly fake forest, a bit confused about his location. Suddenly, he hears a gunshot in the distance. Monokuma, dressed as a hunter, starts to shoot at Jax. He starts to run, using his lankiness to avoid most of the bullets, even if he did get hurt a few times. The blood from the wounds attracts SOMETHING to chase him, making him run more. He soon runs into a wall harshly and falls over, seeing that the thing chasing him was a mutant rabbit, the same color as his outfit. Jax tries to run past it, but it tackles him to the ground, crushing him a bit before it proceeds to maul him to death. It then shows a picture of Jax taped to a tree that says 'Jax Season' on it, to which Monokuma rips the picture off of said tree

(Gangle) -> Gangle would most likely be the Ultimate Stagehand. She's loved Broadway (and anime) and she's always wanted to be an actress, however her cripping social anxiety stopped her from pursuing that. But that didn't mean she couldn't work in Broadway. She learned about the behind the scenes, and quickly got up the latter for working lights, curtains, scene changes, and all of that stuff. She was happy to be working so hard that she ended up as the Ultimate Stagehand but complete coincidence

-> Similar to Pomni, I think she'd only kill on accident. That or maybe she reached her limit with someone and murdered them out of anger before realizing what she'd done

-> Scene Change (Ultimate Stagehand's Execution: Executed) Gangle is behind the stage that Monokuma is standing on. She has a bomb strapped to her chest and a needled collar on. As the show begins, the timer on the bomb starts to go down. Monokuma reenacts various infamous moments from musicals, and Gangle has to change the scenes as he goes on. As the scene changes get faster and faster, Gangle messes up more and more, the collar pushes the needles into her neck more and more, causing her to be in constant pain. Soon enough she messes up one too many times and the needles stick DEEP into her neck, making her get on her knees. She didn't even notice the bomb timer was close to being finished as she was on stage in front of everyone, the bomb going off and taking Gangle with it in an explosion of blood. The unfaced crowd cheers

(Kinger) -> Although he's a professor at the Ultimate University, he's actually known as the Ultimate Entomologist- but he's gone too far into the deep end due to being trapped in a cave for years, making him lose his mind... he thinks he's the Ultimate King despite him not being ACTUAL king. He knows too much about bugs and then he got a profession in said bug obsession before he got stuck

-> Him killing seems impossible, but maybe he'd kill without realizing it? Not like accidental- but more so he like dissociates during the murder and then he's like "Oh... I did?" and it's lowkey kinda sad

-> Metamorphosis! (Ultimate Entomologist's Execution: Executed) Kinger is within a room full of insect collections on the walls. He looks around confused before Monokuma appears in a butterfly costume, holding an unknown material. Kinger screams as he tries to get away, but Monokuma's costume wings made him faster, spinning around Kinger as he got wrapped up like a cocoon. Kinger struggles as he's dragged to one of the walls, other Monokuma's holding Kinger against it. Using an oversized nail and hammers, he sticks nails into Kinger to keep him pinned up on the wall, Kinger bleeding out as this happened. The Monokumas grab onto the stuff he was wrapped in and ripped it off, making the nails come out of him. Kinger slumps to the floor and slowly bleeds out- the blood on the wall looking similar to butterfly wings

(Zooble) -> I think Zooble would be the Ultimate ???- not wanting to share it because "I don't care if you don't know it". In reality I have no fucking idea what Zooble's talent would even be. Nor would I know their past. All I know is that... Zooble is Zooble. And that's all that matters

-> They'd most likely kill out of desperation. Maybe a really good motive. Otherwise, I see them more as a victim or even a survivor like Maki

-> Mix and Match (Ultimate ???'s Execution: Executed) Zooble is placed inside of an operation table. They are strapped to the table as multiple Monokuma doctors appearing around them. The Monokumas pull out various toy limbs and tools. One of the Monokumas, with a saw, digs it into one of Zooble's arms, making them yell and wiggle around, trying to get out. Once their arm was fully off, they force a noodle esc toy arm to get jammed into the wound, which only caused more pain and agony. This continued frantically, blood pooling under the table quickly. After a few moments, the doctors walk away from Zooble's body, showing their new state. Their new limbs are blood soaked as their dead eyes stare at the ceiling

Man that's a lot of writing- but I hope you enjoy it

[nightsky-edits]

✨️ A RETURN ✨️

Hey! Its Wolf! Its been several months since we last spoke and ive decided that i want to restart up this blog! Requests are open once again! However under new circumstances!

During this haitus it has come to my attention that during winter i lose alot of my motivation to run one of these blogs. I get overwhelmed very easily during the winter and early spring months and often just cant complete requests because i dont find as much joy in it as i do during summer and fall. Because of this im now going to open this blog for summer and fall respectively with the new and improved expectation that i will be taking winter haituses regularly. Hopefully this will solve my never ending disappointment at inevitably having to remake every summer when i realize i didnt want to get rid of my old blog.

Im still going to be taking it a little slow so i dont overwork myself too early on so the Pesterquest Sprite limit is now at 3 requests at a time. This is because of two reasons, one, it can be very exhausting to do so many detailed requests too frequently, especially for free and two, i also enjoy doing many different kinds of edits and requests that get very sideswept because pesterquest edits are seen as my main thing. I want to branch out a little bit even if i dont get to many requests that arent pesterquest edits i would still like to have less so i have more time to make other edits on my own time if i wanted to.

To summarize there will be quite a few changes to how i do things around here but im hoping that all in all the changes will help me make more art for yall in the long run! I hope all of you have a wonderful day and thank you for taking the time to listen.

(Also I will probably replace the beginning of the pinned post here soon with a summarized version of this.)

[carlosoliveiras-wife]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ hola, qué pasa. i’m chloë [she/her], biromantic[?]/ace-spectrum hispanic [white/mex] ladee who enjoys masc titles. here’s my main selfship carrd [still in progress]. here’s my general f/o list. here's my fandom ref drive. please like this post once read!

the guys shown above are My Darlin's, my main F/Os that I have super bad brainrot about and who are just part of my main squad but with a fancier label. rubs eyes. in order, they are...

Carlos Oliveira; Resident Evil 3 [Remake]

Pavia; Reverse: 1999

Miguel O'Hara; Specifically ATSV's Version*

Charles Smith; Red Dead Redemption 2

Lúcio Correia dos Santos; Overwatch

Lee; Arknights

Rei Sakuma; Ensemble Stars!!

the asterisk is that i largely use comic lore in reference to Miguel. in case that needed to be said. i just needed to put that out there i guess??

my terms on sharing are that i'm not comfy, and if you're too lazy(/nm) to read below, the gist is dni if we share, and if you reblog from someone who shares my f/os of any status, i'll just softblock for my mental health because i. am a bitch when it comes to sharing. sorry.

in the same sense: if you share any of my friends' f/os, i either will block or not follow just for their sakes and i have a personal bias when it comes to my friends' stuff. if that makes sense. probably not. here's the link to the list, which can be updated at any time.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ i’m specifically writing my new pinned to sound like i lack enthusiasm, because, y’know, i kinda feel that way a lot. don’t be intimidated, i don’t bite unless you give me a permit to do so, otherwise i’ll just stare at you from across the room. i’m not new to selfshipping in the slightest, and i’ve been doing this shit since i was a kid. i heavily love fictional characters and i see them as my bitches who should bow down to me. that’s a joke. i’m bowing down to them. sidenote: i put the question mark by biromantic because i have no idea if i’m aroace or not. sigh.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ i like a lot of things outside of fictional characters who make me wanna eat grass. i love to draw, i love to write, i love to design, i’d fucking love to not have seasonal allergies. i also really fucking love animals, however, don’t rely on me for knowledge because i obviously don’t know everything about anything. my faves are orcas and foxes! my favorite foods are salmon nigiri, tamales, and conchas. awkward thumbs up emoji.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ my dni and other stuff can be found on my main/introductory carrd. fandom-wise, you can find my info and trivia and all your need-to-knows on my ascendaries carrd.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ yes, i’m aware i have a rain theme going on. personal ties and i love the weather. shrug emoji.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ .ೃ࿐ ┈┈┈┈ : . . . . : ─ yes, i'm aware a lot of my selfships have repetitive themes and tropes. those themes and tropes are very comforting and also largely stem from personal things which is why i indulge them. tldr: if you hate childhood friends to lovers, hooh, you're gonna hate me.

little tidbits about me, i suppose. a good chunk of these are taken from my old pinned.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i quite literally use myself in all selfships, and prefer each fandom variation to not be called a "self insert". it's legit just me befitted for a fandom (usually a f/o, ie, if a f/o is an eldritch horror then fuck it i am too) 😔 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i have a lot of interests and tend to show an interest in a lot of things at once— while i may not know everything about a media, i do immediately go searching for character analyses as well as consume media as much as i can. i do have an attention problem which involves finding it hard to sit down and binge. but i will read the info as much as i can, i do tend to like reading more than watching/playing. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ again, as previously stated, i am a hispanic selfshipper. however, i look whiter than one would assume, and kinda act it as well. while meals and pronunciations are a big deal to me[minus the joking mispronunciations which earn me 'oh she's white' stares; listen it's kinda funny], i'm not fluent in spanish [i know a few phrases…] nor do i have many experiences many others may have. i admire a lot of the traditions, however i did not grow up with them. i’d love to meet other hispanic selfshippers though, y’all are cool and i’m giving you all a little kiss. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ yeah, it's actually spelled “Chloë”, in case you had to know. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i love to indulge my friends and mutuals as best as i can! my inbox is always open for rambles and such, so don't be afraid to talk to me. i also don't mind infodumps on any of my faves because you'd more than likely help me understand them more anyways, which is always welcome. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i do love to portray myself as the more affectionate one in any of my selfships— while everyone loves affectionate male/female f/o stuff, i like giving out more love and flustering my dumbasses. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ unfortunately, i am a lady who is very not okay with sharing. if that bothers you, just please do not interact. i know non-sharing selfshippers seem silly and childish, but it's just how i am. similarly, i do not care to interact with anyone who selfships with faves on the friend DNI list, meaning that i prefer their selfships above all else. i know that ain’t gonna stop anyone, but oh well. that list doesn’t apply to anyone following before that list was updated, so! yeah. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i'm uncomfortable with nsfw and if you are a nsfw account, please do interact on a different account. while i do have nsfw humor, indulging in actual nsfw makes me uncomfy, so please keep that in mind. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ don't be scared of interacting with me. i'm not gonna leap out of the water and bite your hand off. as long as we don't share f/os, i don't mind interacting. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ i don't mind being tagged in things. i find it quite fun, actually! and i feel honored! hehehe ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ fandom blogs PLEASE dni. there's nothing wrong with you guys...some of y'all, i mean. i'm just. i'd strongly prefer not to have fandom blogs follow me. likewise: ccxcc shippers for my f/os. sorry i'm still a person who's uncomfy w/sharing ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ edited last: 12/6/2023 — while this blog is by all means "private" (read: i have the settings that doesn't allow this blog to be searched up or something else), i don't think i'm too bothered by reblogs or stuff about my personal selfship content anymore. i had this rule in place initially so that way i did not burn a hole in my brain from too much attention, however, i will do my best in taking things easier so that way i don't hit that mark of burnout again, or at least, as fast. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

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DNI

you fit basic DNI criteria, this includes being a zionist. i dont wanna see any proshippers or racists or pedos or lgbtphobes or islamophobes or anyone else who fits this bs criteria

if you share my f/os, this is just more of a comfort thing. im less likely to follow if you reblog from someone who does share my f/os just for my own comfort

if you associate with @/tealilii or @/glazelilii or whatever other handles she has. she's caused trauma for me and another friend of mine, and might still be doing harmful shit to my other friend.

you associate with @/lolthia. you can find posts on why you shouldnt associate with them.

javier escuella slanderers. i will throw you like a fucking dodgeball

people who like dark content, including but not limited to: yanderes, DD: DNE, noncon or dubcon, incest including stepcest, the glorification of abuse

see someone wearing certain things in fashion and immediately ask if theyre into nsfw things or why they're wearing "fetish gear". its weird, dont do that, esp not to me.

there's probably more but. hm. i'll update eventually

i don't know what else to add. glances to the side. so uh. yeahh. hi there guys...??

dividers are by @/cafekitsune!!

[iturmom]

ca: $ityourmom remaking old post went no where

i'm losing my housing on the 31st (march 2023). so i have 1 month left. i still haven't gotten a job yet despite well over 100 applications it's insane it's never taken me this long to get a job i'm starting to worry i won't ever get a job. i tried for so long to get disability but i don't have time left to try i have to work. i had $5,000 legally stolen from me by the government and i get how that sounds but that money was tax returns and covid stimulus. anyway that's not the worst of what i've been through to get where i am like i'm not just a fuck up i've literally done everything i'm supposed to like an obedient little sheep and everything i've built has been stolen time and again by a series of bad actors. my future is very bleak describing it would be a pity party i'm sure you can imagine. i'm scared. i've been very seriously considering and researching swork do i have to censorthat you know what i mean. also i want to offer services for money i downloaded krita on my tablet but i've never painted on a tablet except for a wacom tablet so if you're willing to be patient with me i'll happily paint you something for cheap i guess since i'm not totally comfortable with the medium. i guess look at my pinned post to see some of my digital paintings if you're interested. i have other skills too. dm me if you're interested?

or if you just want to donate it would help so much. i'm going to make a goal this time. considering the options i've looked into i think $500 would be enough to get me through this total uprooting of my life at the end of the month. please share

[thatonelesbianfander]

Autistic Remus Sanders Headcanons b/c I’m autistic remake

So, April is autism awareness/acceptance month, so I figured I’d remake my autistic Remus Sanders headcanons post since a lot of the headcanons are old and outdated

The original post can be found here

Warning for crime mention

Headcanons under cutoff

1. Remus uses they/them pronouns because they find the expectations of gender and social norms stupid

2. They hate following social rules and norms and will break them any chance they get

3. They have a really high sensitivity to light and sound. To combat this, they wear sunglasses and headphones when they go outside.

4. They love to customize their headphones and sunglasses with stickers and marker

5. They have fight or flight responses when they get overstimulated where they’ll either try to be louder than the thing causing them to be overstimulated or they’ll just shut down

6. They love weighted things like weighted blankets, weighted plushes, etc. and will use them to calm down when they get overstimulated

7. They have a special interest in true crime and horror and can go on rants that will span multiple hours about them

8. They love textured and chew fidgets. They can be distracted for hours if they find something with a cool texture. This is sometimes how Janus keeps them in check

9. Remus is weird with eye contact. Sometimes they’ll get uncomfortable with even one second of eye contact, but other times they’ll stare directly into your soul. You’ll never know which one you’ll get

10. Remus loves physical contact and affection, especially from Janus

11. Remus can understand humor and sarcasm, but will sometimes get their social cues confused, which can lead to some awkward moments

12. They have a little bag that they carry around wherever they go that has an extra pair of headphones, sunglasses, and some fidgets. The bag is shaped like a mustache.

13. Stims by biting stuff

14. They love collecting stickers and pins of their interests

15. Remus and Logan can hold really long conversations together with Remus telling Logan about the different true crimes they learned about and Logan explaining everything

16. They have a favorite vest to wear and the vest is covered in patches and pins

17. Their favorite fidget is a small plush octopus that has a bunch of different textures that Patton made for them

18. The book shelf in their room is filled to the brim with books, figures, and collectibles of their special interests

19. They are very easily distracted by their special interests

20. They will spend hours researching their special interests and hyperfixations, sometimes pulling all nighters just to research and interact with them

[killukoo]

thought i’d make a new pinned post since i’m getting some new followers!

i go by bri or beau, either is fine! i’m 21 years old, i am black and my pronouns are she/her! this account was originally for all things stranger things and byler related but across the spider-verse has taken over all my thoughts..so yea. kinda in an all things spider-verse brain rot right now :P i will occasionally reblog things related to my other interests which include but aren’t limited to:

-the last of us

-stranger things

-queen charlotte

-yellowjackets(i just started this series)

-the little mermaid remake

-abbott elementary

-fnaf (i actually don’t interact a lot with fnaf related posts on tumblr but i might like some fanart here and there)

-the bear

also i will say i don’t mind minors following me bc i don’t post anything weird and i feel like i keep stuff pretty pg/pg 13 so yea

DNI if u are racist, sexist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, a proshipper, a terf…just be a decent human being pls!! okay that’s all :D

EDIT: now in the bear, ayo edebiri, and spider-verse brain rot..how did we get here???

[stanwixbuster]

Things That (Should) be Happening in 2023

You can also read and boost this on itch.

I've gone back and forth over making a post (or chain thereof) like this for some time, but always flaked out on some lazy excuse of "I like dropping things with no warning for the surprise factor," and "Being scared of accountability."

And, yeah, project jumpscare is fun for a while but I'm starting to feel left out of the cycle of teasing little bits of what you're working on for people to comment on. Before that felt pointless because I had no comments point blank, but now I've got a few eyes on my stuff it feels like a decent time as any to start. One game even got fanart. Wild.

I'm currently on the forth of this cycle, so I'm riding it and making a full deal of it. If it ends up I hate doing this I'll just stop and never acknowledge it again. 

Here's things that (should) be happening this year.

I'm Exhibiting at WASD Curios

Yeah I still don't believe this either, and ENGLAND ON FIRE got accepted into the WASD Live "weird" indie selection.

I'm going to be at WASD in person at the Curios booth from March 31st to April 1st. If you're going, feel free to drop by and say hi. I'll be handing out some pins if you do.

The PC Problem

As some of you may or may not be aware, I'm currently without my main PC. Most of my stuff was left with my parents when I moved down on a short let, and I am living in what feels like a closet right now and only have access to a chromebook that stutters trying to open discord. Lack of Windows aside, next to no computing power puts intensive game dev out of the question. It can barely survive bitsy once projects start getting chunky.

Fortunately, I'm completely unimpeded doing pure writing, which does work out nicely for me. The games I make spend well over 90% of their time in google docs, and only leave it to get shoved into an engine at the last minute. And for the last 10%, I'm lucky enough to work a job where I can fuck about for an hour on a stupidly powerful PC. 

The good: for the games you guys are used to seeing from me, I can make these mostly unimpeded, if not a little slower than usual. Once I get used to the new workflow, it should be business as usual. The bad: this locks me out of doing any complex projects, of which I had several I wanted to take a crack at. This is annoying, for now, but I have enough in mind to keep me occupied—

Until the PC Comes Back

I've got a series of Quinn & Flynn sequels in the works, and this will fill the gap until I get my PC back. Currently, it's looking like a series of 5 games including the first (and even as I'm writing this now, I'm looking at my notes and a tentative 6th). I'm also not making any guarantees that all of them will be released by the time my PC is back, but I will make a guarantee that the run will be finished, at some point, and probably later compiled in omnibus form.

The series is also headed into adult-only territory. There's going to be on-screen sex and no real way to dodge it that doesn't impact the narrative. My apologies if you were under 18 and wanted more Quinn content but also congratulations to the sickos who want more stories with cum.

The 2nd game is going to follow Elias' POV. What happens, you'll have to wait until it comes out.

Pun not intended. I just noticed this while proofreading.

The PC Returns

So, the PC is back, and now I can work on those bigger projects I keep mentioning. Right now, I've got two I've been rotating in my mind and getting increasingly mad I can't pull together.

The first, in full spirit of what inspired it, would be a not-quite remake, and a not-quite sequel, of one of the most popular games I've made so far. I had a whole stack of cut content I wanted to put in that I couldn't because of the jam time limit, and now I want to redo it from the ground up in a bitsy-like engine that's far more flexible. We might even see the old Spdrcstl Special and have multiple engines glued together. You'll have to wait and see what that inspires.

The second is going to be a Proper Game. As in, something with a play time well over a couple hours. It's a Narrat game and leaning hugely into the disco-like mechanics. I'm planning to have enough content to sell it for about 10 quid or so, with the obvious caveat that I don't give a shit if you steal it if you can't afford it.

You'll be a paranormal investigator, tasked to a rural town in Cheshire where, to no rational explanation, buildings have been disappearing. The big twist, however, hinges on how you approach the case. A sceptic in this town may get a completely different story to the superstitious. It's on you to see where belief takes you.

This is going to be extremely heavy, British, and Northern. CWs abound for this one.

Since we're on a wider timescale and I'm still unsure when my beloved returns to me, I have no guarantees I can make here. At the very least, I'd like the first game to be fully released, and the second to have a demo that runs to the end of day one. Keep your eyes peeled.

Other Bits

This bit's a dumping ground. These are projects that have been floating around my head or I have some notes for down already. I decided to throw these here in case one or two make you go "Hey, that sounds cool, line it up next."

These, in no particular order, are:

A wiki-style game a-la Excalibur. I'm planning one in the same universe and as compliment to No Saints Go to Heaven. The main problem is I've gone Motherfucker Unlimited on the worldbuilding of this setting, and beyond that being a task in itself is filtering it all through an in-universe lens. Happening, but a while out. And speaking of—

No Saints Go to Heaven, in a full demo form. I still want to tack bullet hell quasi-rhythm game battles onto it and see if people like it. The problem being this requires a musician and probably a dedicated programmer who knows what they're doing, so this one may be out of the question for a while, as dearly as I love it.

Something with the 12 Cannettes engine. It captivated me the instant I played it and I've been desperate to make a game. I've got something in mind already, but might wait for a jam to fully flesh it out.

Something with Decker. Need to play with this to see where the limits are but I promised myself I would try it after having to pass on Decker Jam. Pending experimentation.

A web engine. It will let you make point and click adventures in the same style as the Club Penguin PSA missions. I am deadly serious about this. Pending more web dev knowledge.

A Len'en fan game. This is literally just that sentence in turns of planning, but I'll make one as soon as an idea comes around. I am very normal about Len'en.

Something using King Gizzard's Polygondwanaland. It's CC0. Album of all time. Have to. Pending what I'm actually going to do with it.

Other Other Bits

Also known as "Stan has a back-and-forth debate over starting a kofi and/or patreon or not."

On one hand, it feels a bit iffy when I have a fulltime job. That money could be going to devs who fully need it rather than me, you know? On the other hand, people are free to spend their money how they want, and extra pizza money sounds decent.

If I do the patreon route I haven't got any ideas for it beyond it being a glorified tip jar that auto-renews. Maybe down the line when I'm working on a Proper Game that has enough meat for update posts it could be a bonus dev log. But if I were to start it up, like, tomorrow, it would be a glorified tip jar.

aight

I think that's about it, for now. I need to put a disclaimer that any and everything mentioned in this post is subject to jam inspiration, scoping, Shiny New Tool syndrome, random hyperfixations, explosions (figurative), explosions (literal), "I didn't feel like it"-itus, and other bullshit under the helpful label of Life.

With that said, Elias & Flynn is definitely happening.

Have a good one.

[x-adoringvoid-x]

Hello! ^u^)/

My name is Brix, or Em if you'd prefer. This is sort of a self-ship account! [She/Her 2000s]

The skeleton character is my persona, which is basically just me. The other character is my f/o Hadri! They go by they/them and they are also an oc of mine. Originally, Hadri was an semi-antagonist in a comic I was working on. Through working on the story I felt closer to them.

And now I'm here! They're my lovely little patch of Void.

I also have a daughter through this: her name is Kid. She was the hero in that story but she's retired now. She's Hadri's daughter. I never really thought about having a daughter but they're kind of a package deal...so I'm a step-mother I guess?

Some warnings:

I'm not really good at talking. I've been isolated for a long time. It's likely that I'll sound pretty rigid (or overly peppy if I'm feeling floaty). I try to manage that but I apologize it's uncomfortable. Also, I tend to take a while to respond while I try to think of the right words (or I'm just busy. Mostly I'm mentioning this because I don't want to worry anyone)

I don't reblog much. I'm worried about being buried. I have trouble with my personal boundries. I had a Tumblr blog before this, and this reblog mechanic made me really anxious. It's just hard for me to interact with it in a healthy way. I know it sounds selfish, but I use this blog to kinda work out my feelings. If this bothers you, please do not interact with me. I'll do what I can in terms of likes and general interaction. But mostly, I just want a corner that people can visit sometimes.

Thank you

[bluewinnerangel]

Hi, just saw your comment about Blue and my beloved Joni Michell. That album is one of my favourite albums of all time!!! Obviously now I can never not relate anything to Larry, but ‘my old man’, ‘little green’ and ‘blue’ it’s mad. But my favourite will always be ‘river’ it’s soooo bittersweet. I think Harry covering ‘river’ would be heaven! Thanks 😊

Hey putting you together because I am lazy <3

This is gonna sound pretentious as fuck but I listen to Blue top to bottom most of the time and I find it hard to separate these songs as it's just such a beautiful whole. Especially after I got my hands on the vinyl (and there's a scratch that exactly only covers My Old Man and that one crackles like a fireplace it's beautiful it's like I got my own little comforting version just mine and I am so SO in love with it), but I am always extra excited about A Case Of You, so I'm gonna call that my fav but it's .. it's so so so good in part because of its placement after all the other songs that were just played, you know? Also I love LOVE River, once summer was over I really went yk what's the soundtrack for the rest of the year broskis suprise it's River. Man I YELLLLL I SCREEEEETCH along with Joni it's appalling someone start a business making headphones for cats because the poor baby needs some.

Also @anon the Both Sides Now post isn't mine, it's @hazzabeeforlou 's (you can read it here), but the Canyon Moon one is and you can read that one here, although I've been thinking about editing that one / remaking one for just Joni as there's a few details in there I don't necessarily agree with since writing but also they're minor details and again I'm lazy and weeee.

But to keep relating this to my little HarryLouisBlog here just knowing or being sure there's more in Harry's music that can be related back to Joni Mitchell is nibbling at my brain every time I listen still.. and maybe that's part of the magic why I love it so much, I'm not sure. I'm trying not to think about it, but every time Blue (the song) comes on I can't help but think about Harry listening to it. The lyrics are just insane:

Blue

Songs are like tattoos

You know I've been to sea before

Crown and anchor me

Or let me sail away

Hey, blue

There is a song for you

Ink on a pin

Underneath the skin

An empty space to fill in

Well, there's so many sinking now

You gotta keep thinking

You can make it through these waves

Acid, booze, and ass

Needles, guns, and grass

Lots of laughs

Lots of laughs

Everybody's saying that

Hell's the hippest way to go

Well, I don't think so

But I'm gonna take a look around it, though

Blue, I love you

Blue, there is a shell for you

Inside you'll hear a sigh

A foggy lullaby

There is your song from me

What is that WHAT IS THAT on an album he's oh so obsessed with, man I can't shake it. But obviously also not factoring in harry(/larry) this album is just such such a treasure and I don't think I'll ever get sick of it.

If anyone's not familiar with Joni Mitchell but a big ol Harry fan as one typically is if you're exposed to my ramblings here, just listen to Carey as it's Canyon Moon's mom, same with Both Sides Now for Fine Line, and obviously My Old Man with the "we don't need no piece of paper from the city hall" line, and you should be sold lol.

(about this, and see this Joni Mitchell tag in the context of Harry's songs)

[kanto-jhoto]

You are now reading the pinned post of my Pokemon blog, hello there.

This blog's aim is to celebrate the golden age of pokemon, which this blog refers to as "The Poke' Boom", this blog's aim was not meant to say things were better back then, just that they were different in ways beyond what one can understand simply by playing the original games or their remakes in the modern day and watching the indigo league on Netflix.

The Pokeboom was an insanely exciting time, and while Pokemon is popular even still today, it cannot compare to the mania it caused during those first few years. EVERYONE was talking about it, not just the fans. Pokemon was in headlines, magazine stands, cereal boxes, commercials for waffles and spaghettios, late night talk shows, it was parodied, there were live musical story driven concerts, the voice actors did sketches with other cartoon characters between commercials, it was nuts. The only recent event that came even close to that was that first year of Pokemon Go, but that still doesn't compare to the real Pokeboom.

Now, while this blog did not originally exist with the purpose of saying "old pokemon better", this blog was made around 2015, and things were a little different back then. I don't have the same respect and admiration for this series I used to have, as I feel like the quality of what they have been releasing has fallen drastically from gen six onward. And I will from time to time voice my displeasure with The state of the franchise. So fanboys, ye be warned. I don't complain to be a "Big fat toxic meanie poopie head" I do it because Pokemon used to be very important to me and I would like for it to be important to me again. That doesn't mean being gen 1/2 again, try to remember that I loved this series up until gen 5.

Feel free to send asks, but please keep it on the topic of this blog. Direct anything unrelated to my main @always-thirsty-pocket or if it's about video games, direct it to @game-boy-pocket, Digimon is acceptable in relation to pokemon but if you just want to shoot the shit about Digimon, hit up my Digimon blog @digi-egg-in-your-pocket

I will occasionally post non pokemon stuff but it will still be tangentially related in a way, like it was a competitor that emerged in reponse to pokemon such as all the various monster taming games like telefang and monster rancher. But those sort of posts will be rare and tagged with #not Pokemon

I can't be bothered to tag much more than that, so follow at your own risk.

If you enjoy anything i've done, be it art, or the original posts i've made on this blog, consider giving me a little tip on Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/A057359G So far my ko-fi is dedicated to my virtual pet artwork project alone but it may become a little more in time.