#literally only made them cause of fizzy

[whimhaven]

forgotten hollow vampire society 🖤🦇 inspired by @fizzytoo!

[shiroisotto64]

Literally just imagined the poly Asmodeus X Imp!Reader X Fizzarolli where Reader joins Fizzarolli to the Greed Ring (Ozzie didn’t want either to go alone) and it resulted in both Reader and Fizzy getting kidnapped with Blitzø. That random message would have Sttiker having to deal with both Fizz and Reader struggling against him.

Reader would be totally trying to tell Ozzie not to give into the ransom demands.

Can the imp in question be ex bodyguard imp-? Let me cook holdon.

- you told Ozzie you’d go with fizz to make him feel better fizz was happy due to how well they both knew you could handle yourself which was why Ozzie gave so easily and let you both you.

- after breakfast you and fizz headed off. I was supposed to be lowkey and quick. So you’d decided to only bring a knife. Fizz and the pups hop out of the car attracting attention, you weren’t surprised.

- the little cuties ended up dragging fizz off somewhere. You hurry behind them and fizz gets knocked into someone! You help pick him up before making eye contact with blitzo.

- fizz dusts himself off before the verbal conflict starts. You sit and watch now being sure who this imp was at first. That was until fizz said his name.

- they started arguing and you tried to calm fizz down and next thing you knew boom! You we’re all tied up and in someone dingy ass office- now you’re all being held for Ransom….

- the call is made to let Ozzie know and you told him calmly to keep a cool head and relax. To think things through before he came running down to greed and Willy nilly.

- your not sure if it helped cause it was a recording…. You hope it did. In the mean time you’d all been caged up in the air. You sat there quietly while you looked around and tried to figure out a safe way to get you and fizz out.

- you’re taken aback by fizz and blitzo arguing. And you ended up tuning in. But when fizz started crying a bit and said how he just wanted to go home. You’d used your knife to cut yourself and fizz free. Blitzo was surprised but used his Knives boot to free himself.

- he told you both to just watch and you did while he worked his magic. Next thing you all knew everyone was dead and you were all free. Huh… crazy right?

- you looked around for somewhere to go and then crimson and striker came back in. You grabbed fizz and you and blitz made a run for cover. Shots are fired and bad guys pop up and you fiend them off while the boys talk out their problems.

- when it comes for fizz to distract them you just watched until he got to his Italian bit and dragged you into it and spun you around while blitzo finished trying to open the exit.

- All 3 of you make it out. And your ready to go hopping in the back seat of the car before fizz gets ripped away from both of you! You and blitzo turn to see striker.

- fizz is freed the fire breaks out. Blitzo was close enough to save him and then you start making you way home. You’d frowned on the way there and apologized for all that had happened.

- fizz shakes his head and says he’s just glad that you’re both ok. And once Ozzie sees the both of you he squeals and pulls both of you into his arms and smoothers you both with hugs and kisses.

[cottondo]

BLACK LACE | chapter 8

I've been waiting since

last March to post this chapter

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y'all— I really hope you

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All you could remember was the bright lights, fizzy alcohol, and pole dancing. You'd been up on stage, set in a small party room. The neon lights were glowing purple, and the music was loud, bass pounding into your feet as you danced up and around the pole.

You two were good at what you did. You knew how to work together well, and did your jobs without much complaining.

Man. That was one hell of a party!

 

As the fog fills your brain, your eyes open with a harsh flutter. The room was trashed, and dark, purple lights are dim and glowing. It reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. You let out a soft groan, feeling the pounding of aches filling your head and eyes.

Why the hell are you still here?

Slowly, you sit up, taking a quick scan around the room. Your brows furrow. What the actual fuck happened last night?

Your hand raises to wipe your eyes of tiredness, but there's a weight pulling it down. Something soft was clung around your wrist. You frown, turning your blurry vision to see whatever it was that's stuck to you.

Heart shaped handcuffs.

FUZZY, heart shaped handcuffs.

Your stomach sinks, and your eyes follow the chain up to the arm connected to the other side; all the way until it reaches a familiar face.

Beside you, is a passed out Fizzarolli. Parts of his jester clothing are ripped off, leaving just his normal shirt, striped pants and hat; the ruffle collar laying somewhere on the floor ahead of you.

Your stomach sunk. Oh shit, shit, shit.

You were cold, and that was saying something, in hell. Looking down, you notice that you were still in your stripper fit from last night. The floor was marble tile, so it made sense that it was chilly against your bare skin.

"Oh, fuck." You mumble, gathering your head together. You pry at the cuffling, and try to wriggle your wrist out of it, but literally to no use.

Your eyes flick over to Fizz's seemingly lifeless body on the floor beside you.

This was bad, right?

Being at Ozzie's overnight without a purpose could have you kicked out.

But, why was a part of you not as freaked out as you maybe should be?

"Fizz, wake up." Your hand shoves his shoulder.

His head lifts slowly, body starting to come more to life as he looks at you through heavy, tired eyes. A groan escapes his lips, and he sits up holding his head. "What the—" catching his eyes gaze over your revealing body once, you frown as he stretches himself out.

"Holy shit." He says, eyes trying to focus on the room. It was destroyed. "Where'd the party go?" He frowns.

"I think it's over," you inform him.

Obviously, it was over. You two were the only ones left in the room!

"—And, we have a problem." You yank your wrist, causing his arm to tug along with yours. His eyes peer down, then widen at the sight. "What the fuck."

Fizz looks at your wrists with wide eyes before trying to yank his hand free. It was no use, but he kept tugging and ripping his wired arms as much as he could, before realizing it wasn't coming off. "Come on!" His chest started heaving in anxiety, and soon enough, Fizz looked like he was having a full fledged panic attack. "W-Why isn't it coming off?!"

You frown over at him, sitting up a little. "Calm down!"

"I can't get it off!" Fizz yells back in distress, using his free hand to try and yank the cuff apart. It wasn't goin' to happen.

"Okay, but you need to relax! It's gonna be okay," you tried to assure him. Truth was, you didn't know how these were coming off the both of you, but you'd find a way. Eventually.

He frowns, slowing down the breathing pace he had going. "Is it? Who the hell did this to us! Why can't I remember anything?!"

"I don't know, but they're just hand cuffs, Fizz." You look over at him softly, keeping your composure. Apparently he was bad under pressure. "We're gonna be fine. Start looking for a key." you say. He didn't look too convinced that things would turn up.

You fumble around, squinting through the irritating neon glow of the room. It was hard to see anything, as everything was black and purple from the lights.

"If anybody sees us like this, I could get into allot of trouble!" He glares through the purple haze, eyes searching the floor. "The publicity we'd get, would be ridiculous. We can't get caught!"

That kind of hurt, to be honest.

This was like a fantasy come true for you, and he was over there flipping out about it.

"Don't worry; I won't let anybody see me with you." You reply in a bit of a stinging, sour, kind of way.

He glances away with an awkward frown and retracts his arm so that he could walk around the room.

"I can't see anything. I don't think it's in here." He huffs, turning his nose to the floor to see around.

You're starting to think he's right. You didn't find much else but cigarette butts, needles, and liquor shot bottles.

"Fuck. Well, now what?" You lean your back against the wall with a little sigh up at him.

Fizz towers over you, an arm on his hip with a frown. "We're gonna have to sneak out, and find someone who can cut this off."

Fizzarolli looks away with a tense expression, causing sone curiosity to enter your brain.

"What?" You question his appearance.

He sighs heavily, rolling his eyes. "I know a guy . . but he's not exactly the guy I wanna go visit."

You frown a bit, tilting your head. "Who is it?"

He sits down beside you and looks away with a tired expression. His hands rest on top of his knees, wrist pulling your side of the cuff a bit.

"His name's Blitzo. We have a . . past, together. We just started making things right- - but, I don't know, I don't think I can ask him." He quickly shakes his head of the thoughts, and waves off the possibilities.

You lean towards him, eyes all curious. "Well, it's either him, or you're stuck with me at your side." Your shoulders shrug a bit, wavering the options he has in his face.

Obviously he didn't like either choice, but you knew he'd have to pick one.

"Y'know, I'm starting to think maybe you aren't so bad." Fizz lightly teases, giving you the faintest of smiles a jester shouldn't have.

That still didn't make you feel like any less of a nuisance to him, but you nod along anyway. "Then we better get moving." You stand, unintentionally jerking his arm upward to pull along with you.

Fizz stands, following you along, and picking up his dismantled jester collar in the process.

The two of you sneak up to the door, cracking it open. The hallway was quiet, lights still on.

It had to have been early morning, right?

Hopefully nobody was still in the building working; for Fizzarolli's sake.

You feel a light shove from behind, as fizz guides your figure forward to get moving.

"This way," he nudges his head, leading you down the hallway.

"We can take the back exit- - hopefully nobody's on the cleaning shift." He whispers to you.

You don't really understand why he hated the idea of publicity finding out that the two of you were stuck together, but you just try to ignore it.

Even if the thoughts are screaming in the back of your head that he doesn't really like you like you thought he maybe was starting to. Maybe it really was just all part of the show and alcohol last night.

You accidentally bump into him when he came to a quick halt— earning a narrow eyed look of worry from the jester in result. He holds a hand up to keep you from passing, and the two of you crouch around the corner of a hall.

You frown, trying to see what was up ahead.

Two voices came closer, bantering and gossiping as they strolled down the hall.

Security.

Shit.

You tug fizz backwards to the small broom closet on your left. He opens the door, and shoves you in it, his figure slipping in behind you. The sound of his bells alert the two demons that strolled the halls, but once you closed the door to the closet, it was like you were never there.

It was cramped. Your back was against the wall, his body practically pushed up against yours. Hopefully he couldn't feel the pounding of your heart against his chest.

"What the hell was that?"

"The fuck are are you talking about?"

"I thought I heard something. Sounded like bells,"

You and fizz nervously glance at each other with worried eyes, but all you could think about deep down, is almost wanting to get caught with him.

Would it be so bad? People would think you and him were a thing - - you'd get better opportunities and gigs; you'd be a famous stage worker.

Ugh. Fantasies.

"You're losin' your shit, y'know that? I don't hear anything." The other worker replied.

"Whatever, man. I know what the fuck I heard."

It felt painfully long for the two workers to finally walk off, out of sight and hearing range. Fizz let out a held sigh, and grabbed your wrist with gentle fingers. "C'mon, let's go." He nudges you.

You blink out of your trance, and follow him once again. Fizz and you take quick, calculated steps around the hallway corner, and down the next hall.

Finally, a door comes into view, and he smiles with some hope that you two might actually be free. He pushes open the door, and the both of you rush outside.

It was still a bit dark out, so it must've been the middle of the night.

Fizzarolli pants, looking around with wide, frantic eyes. Without even realizing it, you feel two arms wrap around your torso, pulling you into his body in a quick, tight hug. "We made it!" Just as soon as it was there, he was letting go.

You smile with amusement at him, as he begins walking.

"Okay- I can call and get a limo here in five, then, we can get changed, and put on something so we won't be recognized— oh! And I'll need to find a—" His frantically fast voice spit out a bunch of words, practically blending every word together that came out of his mouth. You hold your hands up, and try to get him to stop talking in a panicked rush.

"Fizz! Calm down," you grab his shoulders, noticing how he freezes under your touch. His eyes look into yours, as if searching for something, and you smile. "It's not the end of the world. Nobody knows what happened, and nothing is gonna go wrong." You release his shoulders and step back.

"This sort of thing happens all the time!"

His eyes dull, a light frown pulling to his features. "When?"

You shrug, smoking nervously. "Y'know- - in clubs," your tone was wavering with a lie, but you don't think he cared that much.

"Y/N, can we just get out of here?" He asks, in hopes you'd agree and just shut your mouth.

"Mhm." You bite your tongue and nod.

He walks at your side, eyes glancing around the streets of Hell. Your outfit was . . well, exposing. You've caught tons of eyes just within the first five minutes of walking.

Fizz noticed, and frowns nervously at all the attention you were starting to bring on.

You felt your arm pull you back. Turning to look behind you, Fizzarolli had stopped in his tracks to take the top layer of his jester fit off. You were still surprised to even see him still wearing it, after all you both went through last night in the club room.

He half hands it to you with an awkward look.

"We don't need any more unwanted attention after what we went through last night."

Your gaze drops down to the purple jacket in your hand, feeling a warm feeling rising in your chest. He gave you his jacket?

You smile, slipping it halfway on, due to your wrist's being connected by a chain, and turned the other sleeve inside out as you slip it through your linked wrists, and over your arm.

It worked as well as it could, even the linked chain it made uncomfortable.

"Thanks," you smile softly at him. Fizz nods in reply and kept on walking.

The two of you reach his home, and a feeling of relief floods over you. Your legs were tired from walking, and honestly, you needed a nap.

You almost sort of wished you could both just crash for a few hours until meeting with whatever that guy's name is. Blitzo?

Fizz groans, walking up to the door and heading inside. He looked as equally tired and stressed as you did, if not more.

Inside the house was filled with lush decor, pretty paintings, and lots of colored lights.

You were inside his home- -

You, inside Fizzarolli's place! Crazy.

"Okay- - let me just think for a minute," Fizz frowns, taking a seat on the couch. You follow suit, and practically dead weight on the cushions. Your body seemed to melt into the couch, legs tired and weak.

It was exhausting to walk after a night working the club! Especially waking up in the conditions you did. Not to mention, the long walk in high heels.

"I'm gonna pass the fuck out," you mumble up at the ceiling.

"No, no, you're staying awake," you looks over at you. Something told you that he wasn't going to be staying awake for much longer, either.

By the sound of his voice, and the way his eyes looked- - fizz was definitely crashing.

"I can't," you pout tiredly at him. Fizz frowns, feeling the drop in energy just as much as you felt.

"Fine. We can rest for a few minutes, but then we gotta go," he warns you with a finger.

It wasn't scary, and he knew it, too.

"Okay." You mumble.

It wasn't long until your head fell onto the couch pillow, eyes threatening to close. Fizzarolli soon slumped over as well, body crashing.

Before you knew it, sleep took over your body, and damn did it feel good.

[echosong-87]

So what was trollzart and the other classical trolls reaction and thoughts to branch growing wings?

I can't draw gore...and i am feeling a tad bit lazy!!.. and cause I'll spook the living life outta my folks... and in here cause… they would try to remove it.. but I'll help out by explaining it as best as I could..

So here’s how the process went!!….

It took his wings to grow six to eight months… and three more for the wings to grow feathers… first the fizzy type like a new chick would have and the next few months came and went to give him his adult fully flight feathers.. and a couple of years to fully learn how to fly.

At the start of them wings growing... they would develop underneath his flesh and skin... at first thought Branch, Trollzart and the classical trolls would all think that it's just muscle soreness cause before the wings... Branch would have to climb and jump and race everywhere…. And living in the mountains.. it’s both rough and hard and super tiring… they all thought that was the case.

But as the days turn to weeks the pain did not slow down nor go away… and they tried everything to ease the said soreness… in fact it kept increasing… and that’s when the developing wings started to inch outwards towards the surface.

It made Branch increasingly in pain… sore… aggravated… irritated…. And the experience made him down right scared…

Branch did tried to keep Vidal and stoic through the changes… not for his sake but for the kingdom and mostly for his father figure Trollzart…. Bit slowly and surely they all began to notice how strange acting the prince was being.

As they burst through the skin it gave him mensed pain… and that part freaked the ever loving hell outta Trollzart!!… the poor guy had no idea how to heal Branch… didn’t know what to do at that moment when them wings burst out like that and causing a lot of blood to gush out…. And could not focus and could not help Branch due to witnessing the event.

From weeks to a few months Branch’s wings still gave him pain and sore numbness and left him literally bed ridden…. Luckily Minuet was there and did help Branch… and helped cover or bandage his wings until the bleeding stops and that only happened when after the wings finished growing…. And yeah they were kept in bandages cause they were raw flesh and there was no fuzz or a fluff or even a feather on them wings… so they looked like raw chicken wings

XD

After all that happened Branch, Trollzart and the classical trolls would be confused and wonder why and how this had happened but understood why Branch was ugly sore all along… but that gave them all the unanswered questions… mainly for Branch to ask himself.

How can a pop troll grow wings? And why only him?

I hope you like this answer!! And thank you for this question!

:3

[crypticenbug]

Stuff from my time as a barista

I used to work for a local chain coffee shop, and here's some of the best stories I can remember

I had someone come through the drive through and order a cold brew with steamed milk. This prompted my coworker to scream into the headset as the person was driving away "WHAT KIND OF FUCKING PSYCHOPATH ORDERS A COLD BREW WITH STEAMED MILK". I had to look this person in the face as I handed them their lukewarm drink in a plastic cup. As soon as they left, I heard "Enjoy your microplastics!!" Over the headset

So usually, a caramel latte is 1.5 pumps caramel to a double shot espresso. To me, that is a mere suggestion, so when I had someone order a caramel latte with "extra extra caramel", I just grabbed the espresso pitcher and started going. I ended up getting distracted while filling the pitcher with caramel and ended up filling the espresso pitcher with what I think was like 6 pumps of caramel, which is half a pitcher. I was in too deep, so I made the latte. This customer was an old old white guy, and he didn't come back to complain about it being too much, so I take that as a win.

On top of recipes being a suggestion, I would kinda just add whatever amount of syrup I felt like, the only acception being drinks that will be literally awful with too much syrup (mostly our fizzy drinks or lemonades). I have had so many people come back up to me and say that it was the best drink they've ever had and I just go "Thanks! I have no recollection of how much syrup I put in that, so I will not be able to recreate it perfectly." They still enjoy whatever I give them. No two drinks I make are the same and it shows. My fiance will probably rb this talking about the drink I used to make them.

I once had a woman come in, completely covered in dirt and grass stains, handed me a 20, and said "I kinda want one of those fruity fizzy drinks, but I don't know what I want, surprise me." And then she went to the bathroom. I panicked cause I had no clue what to make, so I did blackberry with an extra shot of lime (we already add lime to most of our fizzy drinks to cut the sweetness of most of the syrups, I wanted to do something more tart so I added an extra shot). I present her with her drink and her change after ringing her up. She then says that this drink was the exact thing she wanted, then proceeded to ask me my name, then tell me her full name, and then talk about how she had just come back from visiting a famous person's grave. She then asked to shake my hand, saying she visited the grave of greatness and is now shaking the hand of greatness. She then proceeded to put most of her change (her change was like $14.60-something) in our tip jar and then hand me the remaining $10 bill. I almost started crying on the spot, she made my evening and I hope she's doing great.

The very last person in the cafe before close witnessed me put on a wonderful performance of 'Super Trooper' by ABBA while I used my broom as a microphone.

I loved whenever my coworkers started getting used to my dad showing up and them ringing him up for the drink I was making for him and every time without fail my coworkers would try and give him his drink for free and EVERY TIME he would argue with them because he "Can't leave a tip if he doesn't pay for the drink" cause he never carries cash. This would always end up with me yelling at my socially anxious coworkers to "LET HIM TIP YOU GOD DAMMIT JUST GIVE HIM MY DISCOUNT"

I once had a coworker make me and a shift lead try espresso mixed with lemonade. She then proceeded to excitedly tell us "It tastes like pee, right?!". I took a single sip, made a face, and then just dumped the rest in the sink. My shift lead doubled down and drank the whole thing. It did taste like pee but I didn't want to know why my coworker knew that (The drink was warm, too.. eugh...)

[ruakichan]

Tumblr wanting to implement a more invasive algorithm absolutely depresses me in a literal way.

I left Twitter because of algorithms; it was fucking with my head to try to game it to get my art out there and just constantly failing. Seeing that I couldn't get eyeballs on my stuff because of whatever invisible reasons I couldn't fulfill instead of organically made me doubt myself, my abilities, and my ideas--things I'm still unpacking to this day. It's one thing if people just don't like my stuff; it's another if the only way they can even see my stuff is cause I have to play the algorithm. The popular things will always be at the forefront, and they remain there, while the little guy is sight unseen. Despite what pretty language Tumblr dresses it up in, the algorithm will always favor "popular"--it absolutely will not help small time users or "get them out there" short of 'character of the day.' It made me think, what is the point? Why bother? I will never Be Good Enough. I will never Succeed(tm). I found myself thinking less about my taste and ideas and more about "what do people want to see that will make the like and RT?" I don't even sell my art! I had no tangible need to be popular or seen! This is how badly trying to make the numbers go up got to me!

I hated it. I hated having to rely on some outside equations and "going viral" rather than on my own merits. I hated myself--that I couldn't meet the numbers my peers were getting, because I'm so old school that I think my art should speak for itself instead of me having to perform as An Artist(tm). I'm not interested in drama or hot takes or spectacle; I just wanna express my love for my blorbos. But that isn't how the climate is now, and I hated how all this became another metric on Why I Fail At Art and I Will Never Compare.

In the end, I nuked my long-time Twitter-- which I had created before it was cool--and my outlook noticably improved. I have no regrets about it, even if I had lost contact with most of my fandom friends and community. I 100% don't want to go back to that mindset. I don't want it here in my last bastion. I enjoy drawing again--drawing the ideas I want to and not thinking about the numbers while appreciating what kudos I do get. I don't want to go back.

This isn't even mentioning seeing shit I don't care about from people or tags I don't follow. I don't need help "discovering" things; I can think for myself, thanks. I hate how insidious advertising is in everything now--and that's what this is: a form of advertising.

Ugh, what is this race to the bottom by socmed? The other sites are on fire and Tumblr is going, "hold my pink fizzy drink." Yet every change by Tumblr just makes the hellsite more difficult to use in the name of trying to make it more user friendly lol. Only Tumblr would fail upwards w. Really too bad PF never took off.

Anyway, I usually don't drop artist wangst in public, but seeing that post was really gut-wrenching. Just allow me to succeed or fail on my own, without interference.

[saturdaymournings]

I DID IT !!!!!!! Here are the mutuals as my favourite sweets. If you’re not here I’m sorry !!!!! This isn’t based off of favourite mutuals they don’t exist you are all loved equally this is purely who has the most vibes for my list of sweets. Reblog and I’ll tell you what energy yu give :)))))

Pineapple rock is @castielsprostate energy I don’t particularly know why I just think the vibes are right. Cool people eat pineapple rock and he’s like the cool dad cause he gave me a snowglobe :D I think the sort of fizzy vibes in the middle of it fit well too with the fun

Bullseyes are bestie @willyeeton they’re an underrated staple literally amazing vibes they have those stripes !!!!!! One of the few sweets I don’t get bored of they taste like being safe !!!! Mint is one of my favourite scents/flavours and bullseyes are one of the best ways that mint can be they just signal the overwhelming happy that I get from an ask from mr yeeton my boy

Ginger cushions are @deancodedinthewater because they’re literally ginger just like the version of dean that Cody has made canon in my brain now. They taste so autumn !!!!!!! Also stripy yay !! Only me and Gnome seem to actually eat them which is so sad because they taste so good but you know what that means that when the batch goes out of date I can have all of them for myself and that’s true beauty.

Raspberry ruffles are @ukaknir because they give off immense lush vibes to me for some reason and every conversation we have is like bordering on email format infodumping at eachother about lush. They’re quite bougee or however you spell it they’re one of the more expensive sweets you can get but they’re worth it just like lush when I spend all my wages there

Pontefract cakes are @faithdeans I know liquorice is a controversial one so like deepest apologies or whatever but pontefract cakes are literally fucking baller. They’re so disc shaped like bagel or compact disc !!!!! Engraving type divot things on the top literally make them best shaped thing to put in mouth of all time. Dean Winchester is also aggressively pro liquorice so uh yeah booyah. A forever fave despite the hate y’all need to stop being lil bitches about black liquorice you’re not winning

Peanut brittle is bestie @evensquirrellier because it’s got two components which are 1) nuts !!!! Those things squirrels eat omg woaghhhh and 2) sugar which is very sweet like my bestie squirrel and together they make one of the most iconic tastes !!!! Also so autumn coloured we love that happy autism autumn

Strawberry and creams are @veganfairie !!!! They just have so many positive childhood memories for me and she spreads so much positivity for me <3 someone I really miss seeing on my dash it’s been too long !!!!!

Rhubarb and custard PIPS SPECIFICALLY are @ghoulboybreakdowns because once gain cool people always ask for them and people will always be like WOAH THATS SO COOL when they see them they’re very popular. They just seem so you coloured as well !!!! Not to mention the flavour is iconic just like half of his posts because they keep blowing up blud is the popular mutual

Cola cubes represent the vibes of both of my parents @faithdeans and @deancodedinthewater because everyone who is a dad seems to like cola cubes. Really, go ask your dad if he likes cola cubes this is an experiment. They just have pure dad energy. People who are dads can’t get enough of them and pineapple cubes. I don’t know what it is about the cubes???? Maybe it’s indicative of the sort of father you generally see (ong I’m making it deep) because they’re hard on the outside and have a coarse coating, like a father, but alas they are sweet and all gooey inside bc they love u isn’t that fun :)

i Hope none of you were deeply offended by this they’re all meant as compliments genuinely !!!!!!!

I need to make. The mutuals as my favourite weirdo sweets. It will be so obscure that only like me and two other ppl on the website will understand and then all my mutuals will have to go on a lifelong hunt for the strange little sweet that I said they were a bit like to see if I’m right

[aliteralchicken]

decided to dig up my old Timber robin/Joker junior AU, this was the basics of it:

Tim age 13 was on his way home from boarding school, he missed the bus so decided to explore Gotham a bit on his way home, he’s climbing fire escapes and hanging out on roofs, pared with the black hair and blue eyes he looks very much like a Robin.

Joker mistakes him for Batman’s next protege, kidnaps and tortures him, in hopes to further break Batman as it so close since the last robins death, after three weeks of no sign of batman joker realizes that the kid wasn’t lying about just being a civilian, but by this point he’s come to far.

He decides this is an opportunity and makes his ‘joker junior’ plan a reality, calling in ‘favours’ from certain villains in order to train the kid, the most notable being lady shiva, and also training him in his own style of villainy, within a year his new sidekick is ready to cause chaos.

Tim Drake was assumed to have died in Haiti with his parents, no one investigated, the only people who questioned it were some his school friends who insisted he wasn’t going to Haiti and also claimed that he was too stubborn to die. JJ tries his best to keep his mouth closed as a way to keep the laughter away, it doesn’t work, but as a result from the torture he can no longer speak, he’s not sure if it’s due to the physical or mental trauma though.

At the same time as Tim was kidnapped Bernard, literally, runs into Bruce Wayne, Bernard blurts out that he’s sorry and to “please not use your ninja skills”, Bruce being pretty emotional at that time, pins him against the wall and demands to know how he found out he was batman.

Bernard didn’t know he was batman, he just read a theory that all Gotham rich people have subliminal messages imprinted in their brains for self defense purposes the night before and said it by accident.

Bernard will not let it go that he just found out who batman was, an over time he wears Bruce down and becomes robin, the fighting part comes easy, the detective part needs a little practice.

So a year after both their original encounters, JJ and Robin meet, and over time their fights seem to keep ending in getting fizzy drinks and watching the sunset on rooftops, and some more time and frequent team ups the rooftop tradition doesn’t just happen after they fight, but also on quite nights where they can afford to take time out to relax.

A few years since they were both 14, JJ was able to get away from the joker for good, managed to control his previously uncontrollable laughter and although he never got his voice back he has gotten very good at charades, carry’s a notepad and is very slowly learning ASL, the memory problems from the joker venom and head injuries have made it very difficult to learn another language on his own though.

Bernard’s parents kicked him out and cut him off because they didn’t agree with his ‘lifestyle’ (hint: they never found out about robin), he moves into the manor and over the years gets a lot of new siblings, who all seem to delight in the story of how he became robin, he also carry’s a notepad in his utility belt.

Bernard isn’t out to a lot of people and he never told his siblings aside from Cass why he moved into the manor. As robin though he’s been more open about his sexuality.

Most of the bats know about Robin and JJ, even if they aren’t official, but after one partially bad night JJ broke into Wayne manor crying, Bernard took him to his room to sleep, it ended in a very awkward conversation including Jason loudly stating that he thought ��the no girls in your room rule had a fineprint that you knew about’, Bernard trying and failing to convince him it wasn’t like that, Damian threatening to stab both of them and Cass saying JJ wasn’t a threat right now and going to get Alfred despite everyone’s protests.

After Alfred brought all of them hot chocolate, sent them all to bed and gave a slight threat about leaving the door open, and they actually managed to get to sleep. In the morning they go to breakfast together, Bruce forgets the number of kids he has and straight up doesn’t notice the child that’s very much not his with bright green hair sitting at his table, Duke is still in disbelief that other others weren’t fucking with him and the rest of the kids are frantically texting Dick to get to the manor quicker, no context given.

By the time Bruce realizes he was eating breakfast with a rouge, still unaware of Bernard’s clear feelings for said rouge, JJ has left, no one thought until that point to ask him how he broke into the manor and how he knew their identities.

[movedtodykedvonte]

FNaF SB Mechanic Revamp

I personally have issues with how certain things with in SB. Like I like a lot of the stuff there and think the mechanics of the main animatronics are great, but they feel so impersonal. Like at times I feel like they are all just the same reskinned free roam enemy, the only difference being their lines. So, here are some things I’d add or change to make them and the game feel more fleshed out (warning long)

GENERAL

I think the biggest issue I have with the game in general is how directionless it seems. Like literally. I’ve seen countless people play and not know where they are going even with the map. So I say add arrows on the floor or a fast travel system

Now you ask “how would a fast travel system work?” well in a surreal mega plex like this one it could easily be a tube system meant for kids to run around in to directly get to areas or a like little track that Gregory could the ride to directly get to another location. 

Seems OP but the downside is you wouldn’t be able to collect anything in-between the rides. Collectables still have to be searched for, but this is mainly for main mission ease as the game map is massive and it causes needless backtracking

The floor arrows simply point out specific sections of areas so people don’t get lost thinking they are in the wrong part

I’d also add some quality of life things; such as the faz watch making noise when an important piece of info (not random lore bits) got added, like the celebration noise or Freddy’s nose honk

Adding lines to Freddy when he’s at that point on low power where he might attack you. Like being uncharacteristically snappy or telling Gregory he doesn’t feel right or even directly telling Gregory it is not safe to be in him at the moment.

Presents and collectable bags are more reflective or glow as some of them are super obscure and blend in with the already brightly colored walls 

Turn up the lights in some areas like c’mon bruh I can see my reflection in the monitor

MAKE FREDDY’S FOOTSTEPS SOUND DIFFERENT. Like I don’t know how many times people have died because they can’t tell if he’s coming or one of the others

Make him tail you if you are in the same area automatically. Pressing Q and calling him constantly glitches him out

I dunno but make Gregory’s death scream sound more human and the Animatronics attack screams sound more like them or their animals. I get it’s icon but since the animatronics and protag in this have so much personality it feels weird its just like the same sounds for everyone.

Have the animatronics patrol one area and stylize it for their attack pattern (will discuss this when I discuss the bots themselves.)

Make the animatronics make idle sounds or comments more. They are surprisingly quiet, which is good when you can easily be caught off guard, but since this is stealth and they are PATROLING it can be very unfair. 

Have Chica cluck more, or Roxy growl or Monty hiss/grumble

Stylize the game over screen PLEASE. Like have Vanny or the animatronic that killed you their looking gorey or something. It’s not just a sit and survive game anymore, it can be stylized

HP or second chances. Have it so Gregory can flash the Animatronics in the eyes, a close up of a flashlight should be good enough to stun them, but it only works once if caught by the same animatronics

Have him struggle, like the wiggle in DBD. I mean he put up a good fight against Chica in the compactor

Implement fall damage that hurts stamina or speed, have the health stations be a thing (thought Freddy was introducing a heal system in the beginning tbh)

Fizzy Faz and the pops as health? Stamina? Something that actively does something.

ANIMATRONICS

Stylize the animatronics gimmicks more and have area’s dedicated to avoiding these gimmicks

This post I recently made

Chica could be more persistent but her attention is harder to attract. She doesn’t really have a gimmick in game but that could be her theme.

 She’s easy to escape from but there are more staff bot in her areas to alert her to you

Also more distractions to get her off your trail

She’s always in her fast chase mode once she locks on so good luck

Roxy has little to no staff bots as a lone wolf but she can see and hear you far far far better than the other two.

Distractions are a hit or miss as she is fast (a racer) and could get there before you are reasonably away or hidden.

Her thing is alerting her so she charges and pounces at you but gets dazed by making her hit an object or pounce far away

Could also be that she chases you fast but can’t round corners well without bumping into the walls, so taking sharp turns or ducking behind things would fuck her up

Monty is set up to be this tank that can do these quick charges at you but you barely see that. Has staff bots but he plows through them to get to you reducing the amount greatly.

Distraction are your best bet as you want to keep distance. His charge works as a rush attack so its quick  and sudden and you cannot out dodge it. 

Can lift up things you hide under so hiding in things is better, though it’s not like he’s looking (smashes hiding spots). You’d have to lead him away with distraction or “tire him out” (have him keep charging to run out battery

Can’t run and throws fits which can clear or block paths for you

Freddy. Didn’t think I’d alter him but yeah I would

Like actually defends you from the others. Like will say he saw you somewhere else or lie about this area being clear (he feels bad about lying to his friends)

If the game detects you are being chased and he is close by he will put you in the carry space himself

Going with the idea of health or stamina items, he’d bring Gregory items if he sees he’s been hurt or tired on occasion or take you to a health booth. 

Sunrise & Moondrop piss me off the most as like they’re whole thing is really cool but it’s not used properly used at like all, like wtf

Sunrise is active when the lights are on just as Moondrop is when they are off. They sorta understand that Gregory doesn’t want to be found by the others but thinks it’s hide and seek. Hides too and can throw off the animatronics/Vanny/Vanessa

This can hurt you as if you stumble upon them they will be dramatic and loud and alert things to your location inadvertently. Though gives you a  candy if you find him which is a small stamina boost

Freaks out when they realize the lights are about to go out which is a warning that Freddy will be contacting you soon. Moondrop now actively blocks recharge station with glitter glue and craft materials that you can pry of (Will be exposed longer) or find a farther recharge station (Less time)

VANNY

I truly wanted to see her so much more in the game and was so disappointed she pops up like twice.

Put back the meter! Give the game a sense of urgency in which she’ll start patrolling an area you’ve been in too long. Maybe make it fair that she doesn’t run like the animatronics but she checks hiding spot as part of her gimmick. Just kinda have to leave the area until the meter drops and she despawns

When she’s in the area Staff Bots can kill but are more idle as they are glitching out from the faulty hack. Can get in her own way as some may grab at her and make her retreat

You can hear her giggling or singing or skipping when she is around/about to spawn. Makes frustrated grunts and stomps when she can’t find you. Both silly and disturbing giving the circumstance

LORE

These are more opinions on how some things should’ve been handled rather than like game fixes, but I feel like this would've help some things in the game. Of course some of these things may be retconned in updates or DLC

Have Vanny talk to Gregory more, have her be Ms. Exposition to the kid and the audience. Nothing direct but between her dialogue and the clues both Gregory and us should piece lore together

Alludes to Afton being alive

The old Pizzeria underneath

THE FUCKING BLOB????

How she came to be his follower

Have it clear that Vanny IS or ISNT Vanessa. Like it is fun to speculate but it be cool to have confirmation as somethings don’t add up. (Why would Vanessa’s jump scare kill you? How does Vanny sneak around so well if she doesn’t work there)

If yes, have her try to fight his influence, like her breaking through during her monologues 

remorseful for her actions but unable to control herself

Apologizing to Gregory between giggles and sobbing (she is the RELUCTENT follower)

Have Vanessa’s real voice come out occasionally when Vanny is out as to add more hints (her saying she's safe)

If not, have Vanny actively bash security or allude that she snuck in under a new unqualified guard

Vanessa acknowledging something weird is happening when she’s patrolling.

She could bring you back to lost n found thinking it’s safe only for Vanny to appear each time to try and get you

Her talking over the mall speaker more

Is Freddy’s directly possessed or influenced by something? How and why are the robots so sentient

Make finding the lore more intuitive and natural. Like the camera to the Sun and Moon balloon game is so obscure as you’d want to save the flashes, not waste them

MISC

Don’t DISABLE SAVING in end game with multiple complex requirements for multiple branching endings. High-stakes should be done through increased difficulty not the inability to keep progress.

Bug fixes of course ( The animatronics get locked in animations and insta-spawn)

Cut the unboxing time for getting prizes, like it feels cheap when you get caught because the A.I loops faster than you collect.

I dunno but make the animatronics acknowledge each other, have them say things like spread out or “saw him”. Like it all feels so stiff with them

I'm so sorry this was so long and probably incoherent but I love thinking about how games can be improved and SB needs some TLC

[katyasrussianaccent]

you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15. 

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker. 

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single. 

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.” 

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do. 

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”. 

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks. 

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers. 

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.” 

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in. 

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it. 

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time. 

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts. 

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar. 

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for. 

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else. 

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.” 

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen;  Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that. 

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you. 

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body.  You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?” 

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement. 

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you. 

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task. 

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were. 

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list. 

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?” 

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit. 

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!” 

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands. 

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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Their Fat, Lazy Pig

cw: nsfw, eructophilia, eproctophilia, immobility, slob, piss (last few sentences)

yep this is the bts ot7 ver of the thing i did a few days ago lol it’s only a bit different at the smut part otherwise it’s basically the same but anyway just wanted to get it out since it was the original ✌️

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Jimin always has food nearby, and has done away with manners inside the house. The boys absolutely love hearing the results of his gluttony, love hearing him shamelessly belch and fart to make room to be able to continue eating, love hearing his stuffed stomach groan in distress at the sheer quantity he manages to cram inside it. When he sits down his ample gut takes up his entire lap, sinking between his doughy thighs to rest heavily on the seat underneath. The size of his stomach forces him back in his seat, rounding out into a huge, distended dome, the top of it so taut full of food all the time that it pushes his swollen breasts sideways. He’s too obese to sit and eat at tables anymore, so instead he rests bowls and platters on the jutting shelf of his gut. He doesn’t mind. He says it’s better that he doesn’t have to reach so far, his arms don’t get tired as quickly.

On the lessening occasions that he walks, his corpulent belly sways and bounces with every waddling step he takes, slapping rhythmically against his blubbery thighs. The others can’t resist the temptation the sight rouses, groping and jiggling it in their arms, because that’s how much of it there is; armfuls of fat, undulating lard that ripples endlessly when you smack it, rolls atop rolls of soft, hefty body. Their humungous piggy pants and complains until they let him sit down again, groaning tiredly and having to support himself with a hand as he lowers himself. The force of his weight impacting on the seat below him causes his whole body to wobble alarmingly like a heap of quivering jelly.

As of recently, Jimin has stopped being able to see over his gut after they’ve sat him down and stuffed him to his limit. It’s a milestone they’re all very pleased about him reaching. To celebrate, they all arrange to come together and fawn on him all day, because it’s simply better when his favourite people are pushing endless amounts of food into his mouth from every angle, lovingly rubbing thick belches out of his gut, slapping his expanded belly and watching it tremble and surge outwards as his clothes give out. It’s what he deserves, all the calories and praise he could wish for.

Watching Jimin struggle to get up from sitting down is probably one of their favourite pastimes, the way he swings his flabby arms to gain momentum, sending his bingo wings swinging madly is a sight to behold. Well, maybe it’s their favourite pastime after seeing him try to get up in the morning. It’s remarkable, how long it takes him to roll his fat ass out of bed, his gelatinous stomach pooling out in front of him when he’s lying on his side, sloshing and rippling like a big water balloon. Of course, Jimin can’t help but rip long, sloppy farts as he tries to stand, just as he does when doing anything even slightly strenuous. At first, he was embarrassed by his uncontrollable flatulence. Now, he pats his stomach with a pleased smile and proudly announces that he feels hungry again.

For a while now, Jimin’s found it hard to lie on his back in bed, his immense weight suffocating him. But sometimes, it’s all he can do after a particularly hedonistic day of gorging himself far past the point of excess. When he does, he’s nothing more than a mountain of fat. Helplessly splayed out and unable to move, completely overfed and incoherent. His rotund gut rises up high, sloping roundly even with gravity working against it. It’s on days like these when he shamelessly eats too much that he finds himself profusely aroused by his own lack of control. But there’s no way he could ever hope to reach around his absurd belly to his dick should he want to relieve himself. Even if he could, his body is encased in so much blubber that even lying flat his gut still spills between his thighs and over his sizeable hips, completely obstructing his crotch.

So, after helping to get Jimin comfortable, the boys will sit on the bed around him let him struggle and whine for help, coo teasingly as his pudgy cheeks turn red and he grunts with effort, trying to no avail to rock his mountainous stomach from side to side just to be able to reach himself. When he gives up, sweating and out of breath, they finally give him a hand. His lower belly is plump and heavy, and pushing it out the way is no easy feat. When Jungkook and Taehyung manage, Jimin’s poor, useless cock underneath is already so hard it’s leaking precum, pink and throbbing from being rubbed all day between his thick thigh rolls. Even fully erect, only the the tip of his weeping cock is peaking out cutely from his pillowy fat pad. Namjoon teases him, fucking his long fingers Jimin’s sensitive fat pad alongside his cock, admiring how soft and pliant he is. They take turns taunting him for his obscene overindulgence, praising him for being such a fat, insatiable glutton. Yoongi kisses him breathlessly as he squeezes the thick rolls on his sides, Hoseok meanly squeezing his plentiful chest. He loves all of it, they know he does. Most of all, he loves when Seokjin grabs a handful of his full belly and shakes it, sending his lard rolling decadently and disturbing the trapped gas inside, forcing deep, gurgling burps out of him. Namjoon can’t see Jimin’s face over the crest of his stomach, but he can tell Jimin’s close by the way he gasps exhaustedly, gut quaking and heaving with every strained breath and moan he puffs out. He doesn’t last long with all of their enticement, and they stare in awe at the way every inch of his obese body wobbles when he comes with a gasp, a cascade of jiggling adipose that doesn’t stop even after he’s spent and lax. Overcome by exhaustion and fullness, he lets them clean him up as he catches his breath. He’s normally asleep by the time they finish, tired from doing nothing but eating all day.

Obviously, there are times when the boys all leave the house at once for one reason or the other. Jimin doesn’t love it because he’s started having a hard time getting around without help. However, they leave him with plenty of food to keep him satiated, and that silences any complaints he has. On those days, it’s easy for him to get so lost in the food on his own that he eats himself into a complete stupor in bed, on the couch or on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge. Take today, for example, Jimin’s boyfriends watch him on the house cameras they’d all agreed to install, in the case that they were out and he got into any trouble due to his increasingly limited mobility. They can see that he’s planted himself on the reinforced bench made just for him in the kitchen, and it doesn’t look like he’ll be moving. They’re all easily enraptured at the sight of their greedy feedee on their phones, unable to look away as they watch him eat so much that he physically can’t move, totally beached and burping piggishly, groaning in pleasure as he caresses his straining stomach and appreciates his immense size. While he gorges, he attempts to fuck his own underbelly and fat pad, weakly pressing down on his overfilled gut and twitching his hips until he climaxes, the strain of his orgasm forcing gas noisily out from both ends. Jimin tries to get up from where he’s slumped, struggling helplessly to lift his bloated body and get himself to the bathroom to relieve himself after drinking litres and litres of fizzy drinks throughout the day. But however hard he tries he’s just too fat, too heavy to support his own weight, pinned down by his ballooned belly. In the end, Jimin gives up and starts to squirm, wincing and trying to hold it in for as long as he can. But in the haze of a food coma and post orgasm drowsiness, he lets go and pisses himself where he’s sitting, hot liquid pouring down his legs and splattering on the floor. With a desperate moan he hefts his overflowing gut upwards, attempting to angle his fat-encased dick just to piss over himself. A literal pig, stuffed stupid and covered in his own mess, completely glutted out and too fat to move an inch.

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Abridged history of early 20th century Chinese womenswear (part 4.2: 1930s-hair, makeup & accessories)

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Previous posts in the series:

Part 1: 1890s

Part 2: 1900s & 1910s

Part 3.1: 1920s-silhouette

Part 3.2: 1920s-design details

Part 3.3: 1920s-accessories, hair & makeup

Part 4.1: 1930s-silhouette & design

A super late Happy Chinese New Year to all fellow humans who celebrate it!! I’m going to discuss hair, makeup and accessories of the 1930s today in no particular order.

Undergarments

At one point between 1932 and 1934 women in China decided to ditch the breast binders worn since the 1890s and wear brassieres instead. This allowed the natural shape of women’s breasts to show and the contrast between the bust and waist lent the dresses of the mid 30s a soft hourglass shape. The brassieres of the 1930s didn’t have stiffening, boning or foam and relied only on their structure for support, so the shape of the breasts looked very soft and rounded.

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30s Du Barry lingerie sewing pattern for brassieres and drawers. This may not be very representative because brassieres made by different companies looked different, but they usually looked like modern bras with vertical darts and no wires or foam cups.

I must again redirect you to this article on breast binding in China, if you can’t read Chinese Google Translate works just fine. There’s one thing that I’d like to comment on though; the author named breast binding as the sole reason for the small bust measures of women at the time and argued that it caused health problems and hindered the growth of the chest. I think this is true to some extent, but other reasons for the generally small stature of women in this period (and indeed the centuries before) included malnourishment, bad healthcare and lack of exercise. Women weren’t educated about healthy diets and the importance of physical exercise before the 30s, not to mention the non-existent healthcare they received, so they were much shorter and skinnier, and suffered from more illnesses than the average modern woman. Before industrialization, food production was also often insufficient so a lot of women were malnourished.

As popular as brassieres were, some Chinese women chose to go braless. However, I have usually seen braless women in advertisements/pinup posters, so I suspect this would not be very socially acceptable on a daily basis.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest. I get so many primary sources from this person y’all may as well check out their board on Chinese calendar painting it’s bomb. I also have a Pinterest board where I collect primary sources if anyone is interested, my Pinterest username is also audreydoeskaren.

However, being braless doesn’t mean wearing nothing underneath a cheongsam. Camisoles were worn on the upper body and drawers (which were becoming proto-panties) on the lower body; alternatively a slip could be worn. 30s drawers are really pretty in my opinion, they were high waisted and had an a-line shape, decorated with lace.

To my knowledge, Chinese women in this period did not yet wear girdles, corsets or any other kind of shapewear to take in the waist, at least I have never seen their edges peeking out from underneath the cheongsam. I guess this was also unnecessary as the cheongsam was a light one piece dress and didn’t require any support at the waist.

From my observation, stockings were kind of optional in this period. In the early 20s and before, Chinese women wore short stockings tied up by garters at knee level, but as the skirt hem rose to knee length in the late 20s they probably stopped doing that as the garters would show when they inevitably flash their knees. I assume longer, nude stockings would be worn, held up by a garterbelt or something, but a lot of images of this era showed women with no visible stockings. Teenagers and younger women could wear low knit socks like Western children, but these were not acceptable on grown up women unless they were doing sports. Tights were not yet a thing either.

On top of these undergarments, some women chose to wear ankle length petticoats or pants underneath the cheongsam. This was especially the case around 1934 when the side slits were mid thigh or higher and constantly showing your drawers was likely not the most respectable thing. These petticoats and pants were most commonly white and had decorative trim. Petticoats could have slits down both sides like the outer cheongsam or a flared hem. Pants were straight cut and wide legged. Later in the decade the slits became lower so petticoats and pants weren’t that necessary anymore but many women still chose to wear them, which is fine by me because I think it’s a cute look. Likewise there were many examples of women around 1934 wearing high slit cheongsam without petticoats or pants, especially if they were dancing, so this was likely a matter of personal preference (Western dances like tango, waltz, foxtrot, charleston and swing were introduced to China and popularized in the 20s and 30s. The Paramount dance hall in my native city of Shanghai is a monument to that).

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Mid 30s photograph, high slit cheongsam with pants.

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Later 30s fabric ad, low slit cheongsam with flared petticoat. 

Outerwear

A noteworthy development in the mid 30s was that wearing actual, full blown Western fashion became popularized, but only as outerwear, sportswear or eveningwear; Western day dresses were not often seen on Chinese women. In regards to Western outerwear, a variety of them could be worn over cheongsam. In addition to the fur trim wrap coats popular in the late 20s, women wore capes, vests, suits, coats, knit cardigans and others. It was completely ok to mix and match Western accessories and jackets with cheongsam.

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Short cape.

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Early 30s women’s suit. I know I use this image a lot, it’s just really useful and beautiful :)

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Early 30s fur trim wrap coat.

Source: Sayuu G on Pinterest, link

Long coat with lapels.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

Cardigan and jacket. This kind of short sleeved, straight front, collarless jacket on the left was very popular in the mid 30s.

Another cute mid 30s accessory I’m very fond of is the gauntlet glove i.e. gloves that have a very wide trunk opening. I think they have an equestrian flair and look very badass.

Source: Yuan Li on Pinterest, link

1935 cover of The Young Companion. (Why are the useful images always so small? Woe is me)

Earrings were really common in the 30s, you could see them in almost all of the reference photos in this post. 

Hairstyles

Since around 1930 the history of Chinese and Western women’s hairstyles had almost completely synchronized so if you know about vintage Western hairstyles you’re welcome to skip this part.

In the beginning of the 30s the most common hairstyle was a short bob with optional fingerwaves (called waterwaves in this period? I’m not great with terminology). Some bobs in the late 20s/early 30s could be so short that they look like buzz cuts. The defining feature of the fingerwave was the shimmery wave-like pattern in the hair created by pinching and combing the hair while it’s wet with setting products. Just a side note, the way fingerwaves are done in most Chinese period dramas nowadays, uh, leaves much to be desired. That’s because a lot of hairstylists just attach a wavy extension (which you can easily purchase from Taobao...) to the actresses’ forehead and call it a day, but that doesn’t really replicate the structure of the fingerwave and makes it look like the 铜钱头 in Kun Opera instead.

Source: Helen Xu on Pinterest.

Early 30s very short bob.

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Early 30s fingerwave

Another very common hairstyle in the 30s was this mid length bob (either side part or middle part) with a lot of volume at the bottom. I am so puzzled as to how this is achieved, maybe with teasing or curling only at the bottom? That sounds odd.

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Mid 30s fabric ad.

This ad is forcing me to go on a tangent about fabric dyes. This label, Indanthren, sold fabrics dyed from a range of blue or blue-ish colored synthetic dyes made by the German company BASF (which was merged into IG Farben at this time). Because of the introduction of synthetic dyes to China, almost all colors under the sun could be produced or imported so there weren’t really any specific color limitations to the clothing of this period.

Back to hair. Contrary to popular opinion, fingerwaves were not in fashion throughout the 30s, let alone the entire republican era. As the 30s progressed, the fashionable hair length became longer, making it more difficult for fingerwaves to be performed; they were replaced by roller sets and pin curls which are more suitable for longer hair. In the mid 30s, brush out curls with a side part were extremely popular. At this point bangs kind of became a Chinese cultural heritage and a lot of women would wear brush out curls with bangs. There are literally a million patterns for setting brush out curls and every woman probably had her own tricks, so everybody’s hair looked a tad different but the overall idea was the same as Western brush out curls: women would set the hair in the night and sleep with the rollers/pin curls to let them dry, then in the morning they would brush them out until the desirable wavy shape is achieved. Many women also used curling irons to achieve the same hairstyles with heat, which was faster and didn’t require waiting overnight. With that said, the fingerwave didn’t just disappear either, it was often used in conjunction with brush out curls to sculpt specific hairstyles. I’m not a professional vintage hairstylist so I can’t always clock if a hairstyle is done with fingerwaving, brush out curls or both. From my own experience with brush out curls, they are usually more voluminous and have more fizzy ends and the waves don’t line up so perfectly like with fingerwaves because the process is more uncontrollable (or maybe I’m just clumsy).

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Typical mid 30s curls.

The fashionable hair length grew longer toward the end of the decade, with the finished curls reaching either the shoulder or the nape of the neck. Hairstyles became kind of rectangular in silhouette and flat at the crown. They were often pulled back at the sides to create a more rectangular shape for the face.

Source: lai yiching0926 on Pinterest.

Late 30s hairstyles.

Shoes

Again, full westernization here. 30s shoes had higher and thinner heels than 20s shoes, although they were still thicker and lower than modern stilettos. The heels were usually curved Louis heels. 30s shoes often had a single strap across the foot and a wrapped design at the toe. Spectator shoes and Oxfords that covered the whole foot were also worn. Likewise, strapless pumps were fashionable too, sometimes with an open toe design, especially toward the end of the decade. 

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1935 Sears catalogue. Maybe not very representative since shoes made by different companies looked different, just showing what was possible.

Interestingly, I have never seen an image of a 30s Chinese woman wearing boots or booties outside of an equestrian context. I guess boots either weren’t feminine enough or were too inconvenient under the long cheongsam.

Sportswear

A very interesting development in the 30s was the popularization of sportswear as a result of women doing sports. Wealthy or aristocratic Chinese women have been riding and hunting in an attempt to emulate European lifestyle since decades, but these sports remained elite and untouchable for common women; in the 30s however, more accessible sports like swimming, volleyball and tennis became in vogue. The popularity of swimming was in large part due to the influence of female swimming champion 杨秀琼 Yang Xiuqiong (her name is spelled differently in Cantonese because she was from Hong Kong), who was seen as a national hero for winning a ton of medals in international swimming competitions and breaking records. China began trying to participate in Olympic games around this period and there were also many other women athletes competing in different sports, so sportswear became a necessity.

The design of swimwear in this period followed closely the design of Western bathing suits, usually a tight, short, one piece bodysuit.

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1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring Yang in a swimsuit. There was a stigma around female swimmers at this time though, mostly because of the revealing clothing they had to wear to allow freedom of movement. Many press reports called Yang a “mermaid” because of her physical beauty, trying to reduce her to a sex icon instead of the glorious athlete she actually was. All of the whack rumors about her being a concubine of some rich dude was also really disgusting and distracting from her achievements.

I’ve also seen multiple times this two piece design with shorts and a modernized 肚兜 dudou (a Qing Dynasty undergarment with a function akin to that of a corset cover).

Source: EMKAY on Pinterest

30s pinup girl in two piece swimsuit.

For land sports, women usually wore a short sleeved open collar shirt with shorts, short knit socks and flat pumps.

Source: Jason Tse on Pinterest

1933 cover of The Young Companion featuring a tennis player. 

Makeup

The makeup look of the early 30s was almost identical to the late 20s look, with the thin, elongated eyebrows, large oval shaped blush and delicate red/mauve lips. This continued all the way until around 1938-39.

Toward the end of the decade, the eyebrows started to return to a normal thickness and became kind of arched instead of flat. Eyeshadows became lighter or non-existent. Women used cake mascara to darken their eyelashes, which were separated and evenly spread out. The location of the blush moved slightly downward. Red lipstick was still the most popular but the lips were plumper than in the early 30s. Overall very subtle and small changes to makeup. There were a bunch of Western and Japanese makeup companies trading in China at this point, I couldn’t name any specific ones beside Nivea which was quite popular for affordable skincare products like cream and sunscreen. I assume that actresses and pinup girls would also use Max Factor, but I’m not sure how widely used his products were among the general population. The Hong Kong brand 广生行 Kwong Sang Hong (whose Shanghai branch was called 双妹 “Twin Sisters” and whose advertisements we have seen too many times in this series) was also really popular.

I know I promised to talk about makeup more in this post but unfortunately there really isn’t much to talk about :( So see you next time when I dig into the 1940s!

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Truth serum

Square Filled: Truth serum

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“Forget it Loki. This isn’t to use for your one of your pranks, it’s for future missions.” Bruce warned albeit a little cautiously. The God of Mischief still gave him the creeps, nobody could tell when he was being playful or serious, and Bruce definitely wasn’t willing to take chances.

“Look Bruce, this will prove beneficial for the team, at least your silly bets against the two of them will stop for good. Be thankful I’m asking permission, I can very easily just steal it from your lab without a fly noticing.” Loki’s voice low and threatening.

It had taken months for him to act civil around others, eventually friendly with the team but every now and then he used felt forced to use his old tricks to get his way. The people in question here were (Y/N) and his brother. For several weeks now, there had been palpable sexual tension between the two, however neither of them were brave enough to confront the other and Loki along with the team had grown impatient.

“Think about it Bruce, you can record the scene with one of your telephone things and use it against them. Everybody wants leverage against someone.”

“You’re a psychopath! I won’t let you treat my friends like lab rats. However…” Bruce trailed off, he hated that Loki had got to him so quickly, as much as his principles advised him against it, a part of him wanted the whole ordeal to be over.

“Fine. Take the vial, remember not to overdo it though, or you’ll cause permanent damage to their nervous systems.”

“My brother could use some of that damage.” He rolled his eyes before striding over to collect the vial containing truth serum and heading out of the lab.

…

Your phone buzzed non-stop as you hurried to go down to the common area, you knew it was either Nat or Clint – they had been pestering you to join them for a night out for weeks, finally you had agreed on tonight.

Of course their real intentions were getting you to confess your undying love for a certain Asgardian God. An initial crush that had soon turned into something more during the course of time. He’d always been so charming and chivalrous, but at the same time humble, kind and someone who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable. That’s what drew you to him initially. The fact that Thor was incredibly good-looking, not to mention ripped was an added bonus.

Even though your interactions were limited to team meetings and occasional Stark parties, you always found yourself wanting to spend more time with the God, alone. You wanted to gather up the courage to confess your feelings, even though you were 99% sure he would turn you down.

As you reached the hall, you saw your teammates lounging around the room, chatting animatedly with one another sipping on drinks, even Thor who was busy talking to Loki, more like listening patiently as his brother spoke near the bar.

The ding of the elevator brought his attention to you as yours was completely focused on him. You had read about butterflies in stomach and cheeks turning warm upon seeing a crush in books, only experienced it now. Unwillingly, you broke the eye contact first and walked over to the sofas to find Natasha.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Clint greeted you with a hug as you accepted the pint glass from him before sitting down.

“What are we celebrating today?” you asked, taking a rather large gulp of the fizzy liquid.

“Tony’s expensive booze?” Nat chimed in.

As the liquid reached your belly, you felt warm and fuzzy immediately which was quite unlikely, given that you weren’t drinking on an empty stomach and weren’t a lightweight either. You felt light headed but kind of happy as well, thoughts foggy but crystal clear at the same time. The combination making you sink further into the cushions after kicking your shoes off and exhaling audibly, closing your eyes for a second.

“Lady (Y/N), you look so stunning even when you’re asleep.” Thor’s booming, slightly slurred voice made you open your eyes and straighten up slowly to look around the now empty room.

Where the hell was everybody? How long were you out? Why was Thor looking at you like that?

“Why thank you Thor. Coming from you it means the world to me!” you gave him a dazed smile, head lolling back to rest on the couch as he did the same after sitting next to you.

“You know Natasha and Barton wanted me to profess my undying love for you for weeks now. I’ve been too terrified to do so. Speaking of, where is everybody?” you mumbled with a frown, seeing the lights dimmed in the room as soft music reached your ears.

“Can I be honest, I’m petrified of Lady Romanoff.” Thor admitted quietly, looking around as if the assassin was lurking in the corners, which of course she was.

“On one hand I’m weirdly proud that I’ve made a literal God fearful, but on the other, why is this turning into a formal first date?” Nat elbowed Clint from the shadows where they stood watching the two of you interact.

“Don’t ask me, it was Loki’s genius idea.”

“If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t have gotten this far. You should be thanking me!”

Even in the dark, they didn’t miss Loki scoffing and rolling his eyes as he watched his grand intervention unfold. Suddenly Thor’s loud voice brought their attention back to the two of you.

“What did you say?”

“I find you very attractive and fascinating, Lady (Y/L/N). Would you be interested in going out for a meal with me?” Thor kneeled in front of you, slightly wobbly on his feet, as he extended his hand.

“I would be honored Mr God of Thunder.” You announced, equally dramatic as you placed your hand in his that made him punch his fist in the air victoriously. He sat back down, this time much closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you sighed contently.

“Great. They’re going on a date in the 50s. I’m sure alcohol would’ve been a more exciting option but no one wanted to listen to me.” Nat whispered, annoyed at the lack of action.

“You mortals have no patience.” Loki shook his head before flicking his wrist as a red box appeared on the glass table that stood in front of the sofa.

On cue, you picked up the box, the flashy color grabbing your attention immediately, and opened it. Out flew a light colored powder that lingered near the two of you, before vanishing. It made you sneeze a couple of times before a shiver ran down your spine and light sweat broke on your forehead.

“Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.” Clint whispered, alarmed as you began fanning yourself.

Loki merely smirked and vanished from sight.

[shadowlight17]

Commander Cody Week - Day Three: Valor

Sooo two things. One, this is a day late because I had an eight hour shift yesterday and the muse didn't want to come after that. And two: I literally couldn’t help myself and combined several of the prompts from both Day Three and Day Two.

-how Cody gets his scar- -acting as a protector- in -desperate circumstances- -wielding a lightsaber- that just so happens to belong to the person Cody protects.

TW: Injuries are sustained...maybe not graphic, but if you don't like reading about this, best not to read.

Cody was going to kill Kenobi. Well, if they survived this mess, that is. It was supposed to be a simple infiltration mission, but turned out to be a trap. Wooley and Cody stood shoulder to shoulder, covering the rest of the unit's backs as they frantically tried to find the General. They were in a tunnel system where they’d heard rumors of a new secret weapon. Was there a weapon? Maybe. They’d only gone far enough for their escape route to be cut off before droids began filing out of the woodwork and appearing around every bend. At first it had been manageable, until they got to the extraction point. They were completely surrounded, and the droids weren’t taking prisoners.

Comms spiked as the jamming from the droids wavered. A choppy, though intelligible message connected to Cody’s internal comms.

“Commander Cody! We’ve got an extraction team ready to get you guys the hell out of there!”

“Negative, soldier. The zone is hot. It would be a massacre. They’re waiting for anyone else who comes into this trap!”

The hesitancy in the brothers voice was apparent as he tried to argue with Cody.

“But sir! We’ve got to get you and your men out of there!”

“I know that, trooper. You’ll need to scramble a fighter squad to cover any gunships you send in and it was my understanding that you’re in the middle of a battle!”

Wooley dragged Cody down as an ion cannon charge flew over their heads, crashing into the wall of the tunnel and causing the entire structure to shake. Cody tumbled to a stop, pulling a bead on the super battle droid, and quickly dispatched the largest threat to their group. Wooley groaned as he moved to get up. All of them were feeling a little beat up. They just had to make it back to the other group. A squad of B1 droids rounded the bend where the super battle droid sat smoking. The hunk of metal would slow them down, but not enough to keep them there indefinitely. Cody reached down and hauled Wooley to his feet, the disoriented trooper didn’t object and the two of them rejoined the unit around the bend. Two troopers immediately peeled off the group and started covering them and keeping the droids at bay.

“How close are they?”

Waxer breathed out as soon as they were close enough. The entire tunnel system shuddered again.

“Too close. Someone set charges here. We can collapse the tunnel here and slow down this group of droids. It’ll give us time to regroup with General Kenobi.”

Two troopers immediately moved and started setting the last of their charges. Wooley picked his weight off of Cody and Charger reached over to help Wooley regain his balance.

“Are you alright?”

Wooley nodded tightly and set to checking the charges on his blaster.

“Just took a knock to the head trying to keep the Commander from losing his.”

Cody nodded his thanks and then recalled the two troopers currently firing down at the advancing war machines.

“Alright men, from here on out we aren’t stopping for anything. We haven’t had any communication with General Kenobi since comms went dead, and that usually means he’s in trouble. Move out!”

All the men quickly set up pace while one of them started tracing General Kenobi’s comm unit. The two with charges finished and handed Cody a remote detonator. With an unspoken agreement, the stragglers turned and booked it. Cody waited until he heard the first couple units pass into the tunnel behind them, heralded by a few laser bolts hitting the tunnel walls around them. He hit the button and the tunnel shuddered for a third time, this time the supports in the tunnel behind them began straining under their weight while the entrance collapsed onto the droids. The dust settled behind them as they continued moving. The sounds of blasterfire became louder and they rounded a corner into another group. They were crouched in a defensive manner around some prone figures. A pang went through Cody when he recognized General Kenobi was one of the figures. His men immediately went to bolster the defenses, ignoring the lasers to the best of their abilities. Kenobi had been on the right track, the entrance to the maze was directly in front of them, being blocked by at least a full squad of droids. A brother was crouched next to Kenobi and Cody crouched down next to him, trusting the rest of the unit to keep the droids occupied.

“Is he alright?”

General Kenobi was unconscious and Cody wanted to growl in frustration. Their big gun was out of the fight, leaving the rest of them extremely vulnerable.

“He will be, though he’s not waking up anytime soon. Or fighting. He was caught in a collapsing tunnel not too long ago and he might have internal injuries.”

The cry of a brother in pain pulled the attention of the medic away. Cody nodded his dismissal and motioned Wooley over.

“We’ve got to punch through these droids, do we have anymore poppers?”

Wooly shook his head and Waxer pulled a brother out of the direct line of fire as the medic worked to stabilize and ensure that the trooper would live.

“We used all of the explosives. Our best chance is to have the extraction team ready to pick us up the second we blast through the entrance!”

A blaster bolt hit the wall close to where Waxer’s head was and he crouched low.

“So you’re telling me we’ve got no more artillery? Nothing that’ll thin the droids out?”

The medic snorted and motioned to the unconscious form of the General.

“Well unless you have some magic ability to get our Jedi back on his feet, then no. This would be a lot easier with his lightsaber.”

Waxer and the medic both stood, taking their weapons and swapped out brothers who’s blasters needed their battery packs switched out. Boil, who’d gone with the General crouched down next to Cody as he reloaded his blaster. He wordlessly handed over Kenobi’s lightsaber and rejoined the throng. The wounded trooper groaned slightly, but shifted his weight up so that he could take potshots.

“You got an extra blaster, Commander?”

Some droids were starting to file in from a new direction. It was all or nothing. Cody handed over his blaster, and fingered the button on Kenobi’s lightsaber. All clones had training in Beskad, so it wasn’t unreasonable that Cody use the one tool that had a chance of getting them out. His comms crackled to life again.

“Commander! Are you close to the extraction point? We’ve got a group making a run for your position. You’ve got...be...fzzt...ready!”

Mind made up, Cody stood and strode past the defensive line of brothers, igniting the lightsaber when he got clear. The droids stopped firing as their central processing unit tried to make sense of what they saw. Cody opened an internal line to all of the brothers around him.

“Be ready men, we are getting out of here. Wooley, grab General Kenobi. Charger, you’ve got Hotshot.”

The men all tensed as Cody raised the blade in a salute. Cody took a deep breath, and charged. The lightsaber had been heavier than expected, but the weight balanced well in his gloved hand, and he met no resistance as he slashed through the first three droids. He spun around and kicked high, knocking the head off of one droid. The droids scrambled backwards and started trying to train their blasters on him. Cody didn’t let them and stabbed out with the lightsaber, slashing through the weapons of some droid. Laser fire filled the air around him, and Cody kept moving. The straggler droids would be taken care of. He burst out of the tunnels, his HUD immediately compensating for the light from the sun. The momentary distraction was all it took for the droids to get him off balance. The field between them and the final extraction point was positively surrounded by droids. Cody faltered and a metal fist connected with the side of his helmet, pain exploded from the side of his head as the plastoid shattered. Cody reacted on pure instinct, spinning with the deadly energy blade and slashing through the offending arm. He’d just been punched by a kriffing super battle droid. Blood dripped down the side of Cody’s face and he grimaced. Another fist connected right in his blind spot and he went sprawling. The lightsaber deactivated as he hit the ground roughly. He distantly wondered how it did that, but turned his attention quickly back on the hopeless situation in front of him as he scrambled to his feet, raising the cylinder and igniting the blade once again. If droids could laugh, he was sure they would be. Another metal limb connected with his ribs on his blind side and he slashed blindly, taking the heads of two droids that had gotten too close. The circle of droids all trained their blasters on him and Cody frowned, blood washing into his mouth from the head wound. Where were they?!

He didn’t have to wonder long. Boil and the rest of the unit burst out of the tunnel raining blasterfire on the assembled droids, causing more panic. Cody burst into action, ignoring the protest from his ribs and carved a path to the extraction point just as some well placed shots from bombers and fighters above heralded the arrival of their ride. The troopers poured out of the tunnels, miraculously avoiding being buried as the tunnel finally gave in to the weaknesses it had gained from the earlier explosions.

The droids pressed in as the gunship dropped down to hover doors open. A fizzy noise and Cody barely made out what the pilot was saying through the now damaged comm system in his bucket.

“Get your men out of here, Commander!”

Cody made a quick gesture to the gunship and then placed himself close to the gunship as the men piled in. He swiped at any droids that got to close, growling in an almost feral manner. A pair of hands hauled him into the gunship and he thrashed. He had to keep the men safe, had to get the General to safety, had to.... The hands gently pried the saber from his grip as the gunship soared up into the atmosphere, doors sliding shut.

“Commander! Cody! We all made it. You can stand down.”

The medic was gently easing Cody’s helmet over his head, and Cody tried to slap the hand away, missing since the blood was still making seeing on his left side difficult.

“Tend to the General first!”

Waxer appeared in Cody’s right side periphery. Helmet off and held to the side.

“Commander, General Kenobi is stable, and Sharps here needs to stop the bleeding from your wound.”

Frowning, Cody tugged off his helmet, ignoring the protests of the medic as the broken plastoid scratched at his face.

“Do what you need to, Sharps.”

The medic in question pulled a crate over and directed Cody to sit on it, immediately going to clean the wound with what they had on hand. Cody couldn’t help but fidget, and the medic seemed to get what was going through his head better than Cody himself, because he angled Cody so he could see the Jedi General, laid out on a stretcher. Wooley slumped to the ground next to Cody and passed the General’s lightsaber back up to Cody.

“He’ll be so confused when he can’t find it again.”

Wooley slid his helmet off to display a nasty purpling bruise near his temple. Neatly mirroring Cody’s own new injury.

“We lived to fight another day. And we protected our General.”

Waxer’s quiet words assuaged the tense anxiety that had creeped in so soon post-battle. Cody sighed, once again resisting the urge to put his head in his hands, instead hissing as the medic apologized about something that Cody paid no mind his face went slightly numb and some of the haze left his mind. His men were safe, his general was safe, and they would continue to fight.

OOoof so that was REALLY long. Whoops. Well when the muse sings, you listen to the tune I guess XD @jate-kara @commandercodyweek

Oh and I forgot to mention but in yesterdays spiel, Helix is someone else's OC...I just borrowed them cuz I hadn't thought out my own medic character yet and the 212th doesn't have a canon one....

[formerdirectioner]

First of all no one sends death threats you insano. Secondly people only hate on Lottie and that’s cause she black fishes. That’s literally it. Larries always blur out Freddie’s face cos they don’t want a minors face splashed over the internet and some update accounts also blur out Pheobe and daisys for the same reason. Larries don’t harass their families get your facts right.

https://www.popbuzz.com/music/artists/one-direction/news/louis-tomlinson-death-threats/

https://www.popbuzz.com/music/artists/one-direction/news/louis-tomlinson-leaked-number-phone-call/#E5MER14XVVXcHFSl.97

here’s a few links proving there have been death threats.

larries hated jay when she was alive because she loved eleanor, publicly talked about loving eleanor, posted about her grandson, was photographed with her grandson, and had private conversations leaked that discussed louis and eleanor living together. i literally started this blog over my anger at larries for spreading a post claiming jay’s obituary was nothing more than a “glorified classified ad” because they were mad freddie was listed as her grandson. they still accuse her of some really gross things, like spending the last couple of days she had with her family “stunting” because both freddie and eleanor were involved.

gemma is still harassed and treated badly bc she has called out larries multiple times, has said larry is fake, and said that larries are delusional and replied “what a waste” when an anonymous ask sent to her tumblr tried to defend larries by claiming they were adults with good jobs. larries still strongly dislike her because of this and because of things like simply being in the same place as olivia.

anne has been treated terribly through losing her husband because fans decided she was ~~~playing along with the stunt and wasn’t really hacked and was purposely leaking private photos of harry and kendall, for knowing camille and now for knowing olivia and her children.

lottie and fizzy both got hate for denying larry (like lottie calling larries “deluded freaks”) and for ~using larries or using louis for clout. larries used to state they were just too young to know better or that harry and louis were hiding from louis’ family as well, because larries considered being queer something sexual that needed to be hidden from louis’ young sisters. of course, as they grew up, they stopped getting the “benefit of the doubt,” the exact same thing that is currently happening to austin. lottie is often made fun of for her appearance. fizzy was often made fun of for issues that we now know lead to her death. but even after jay and fizzy died, larries didn’t stop. the things the older sisters and jay were always accused of are the same thing the younger twins get accused of now. denying larry, “sucking up to” eleanor who has been around for the majority of their lives, “sucking up to” briana for liking her instagram photos, and being accused of using their nephew for clout at the expense of their older brother. they’re literally not even adults yet.

this is a screenshot of a larrie talking about fizzy that got so widespread, fizzy herself publicly responded to it.

and then of course freddie. one of the biggest larries used to proudly post asks detailing how they pictured freddie dying as a baby and defended them when called out by saying freddie wasn’t real but was “just a doll.” i’ve been around the one direction fandom from the beginning and saw all of this play out first hand. either you’re very very new, you’re a child, you’re lying, or you’ve buried your head in the sand and are choosing to stay willfully ignorant of the fan base you support.

[kimberly-spirits13]

Speak science to me

First off why did I read this as like TaLK DiRtY tO Me *various musical noises*

SECONDLY

I’m doing a bunch of random ass classes so you’re gonna get aerospace engineering and meteorology and quantum stuff

Meteorology

Green clouds mean hail is in it but hasn’t been released yet by the gravitational pull on it

An area typically represented by a green line on a weather map indicates an area of = moisture and dew point temperature and is called the isodrosotherm

Low pressure areas have winds that move counter clockwise and rise while high pressure areas spin clockwise and the wind falls/ lowers

There’s a ton of fluid dynamics that goes into weather reading but the stuff we see on the weather channel and what not is the simpler dumbed down version of that math

that purple on the edges of a tornado hook on a radar is typically what meteorologists call a debris ball of just trees, houses, cars, people that get swept up in the storm

So the way you’d read this is that the red number (78) is degrees in Fahrenheit and the green below it is the dew point temp which is almost always a few degrees below the actual temperature unless there’s a storm brewing. The 131 is the last three digits of the air pressure last time it was checked. That weird little blue thing is the wind speed and direction with a south western wind coming in at about 15 knots

Different hemispheres (north or south) dictate which direction the cool wind and warm wind come from so for northern hemisphere the south wind is warm from the equator and the north wind is cold from the Arctic while in the southern the south wind is cold from the Antarctic and hot from the north from the equator

Dis is a Mesocyclone ⬇️ it looks like a mother ship from afar and is that big ole round lookin disk thingy

Aerospace:

The loss of The Challenger could have been prevented but for the fact that NASA didn’t listen to the engineering safety department who said it wasn’t ready to launch

Aerospace literally means that you can build anything that has to do with air even if it’s not planes or space ships (bitches be buildin missiles up in here)

In aerospace we use Geometry. Linear Algebra. Single Variable and Multivariable Calculus. Ordinary Differential Equations and it sucks btw

In this field K means the Keel Effect which means a result of the side force-generating surfaces above or below the center of mass (works with the center of gravity) in an aircraft

The k factor is the ratio between material thickness and the fibre axis which is the part of a material that can be bent without being compressed nor elongated

The K factor is derived from the coefficient of Y

We do dis

Quantum Stuff:

Quantum mechanics: This shit basically makes everything teeny tiny and describes the physical properties of nature

George Thomson discovered electrons can be both waves and particles which is called wave-particle duality

Without this stuff our sun wouldn’t sun since it uses nuclear fusion to create its energy

We aren’t totally sure what dark matter is per say but we do think it makes up at least 85% of the universe

Most dark matter is thought to be made up of undiscovered subatomic particles

It’s called Dark Matter cause it doesn’t interact with the electromagnetic field which means it doesn’t absorb, reflect, or emit any electromagnetic radiation which makes it hard to detect

If you say you understand quantum physics and such… you don’t cause not even the science world does

Random:

You guys might already know this but some medication is actually just sugar pills and doesn’t really do anything but since you took the meds it tricks your brain into thinking you’re taking real medication and you “get better” this is called the Placebo Effect

For those that don’t know the earth is flat

But only in tornado ally cause that’s the Great Plains and the earth as a planet is round

🙃😏

Family facts

When I got my first chemistry set at the age of around 6 to 8 I decided to put all the weird fizzy pills together and it blew up in the kitchen and got on the ceiling and chandelier but I didn’t get in trouble cause I cleaned it before anyone could see

My dad grew up in Dubai and his father worked at an oil rig so somehow because of this he could get any chemicals he wanted from the chemical company there like it was a shopping spree and then he’d take them home and use his chemicals to create colored fire and fire works and fire balloons

When he had a birthday they’d create fire balloons and throw them around the sandy yard

This man wasn’t allowed to take his chemicals back home when the war started so he threw them all in the backward and watched it light on fire in colors

I got my dads first science book from the 70’s and wrote my name the same way he wrote his: this book belongs to *fathers name* so I could be like him

Potions is my favorite Harry Potter class

I know how to make a nuclear bomb cause I wanted to have a cool math presentation so I taught my principal and class how to make a nuclear warhead but very simply

I actually really struggle in math but always manage to pull through with at least a 90 because I work my great looking ass off

When my mom got diagnosed with lung cancer we were doing middle school thesis topics so I did mine on the development of chemotherapy from biological warfare dating to WWI