#maybe a bit of both XD

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[victorluvsalice]

Oh, and like last year, we have a bonus image to go with the Valicertines! This time it's not inspired by anything specific -- it's just something that occurred to me while looking at last year's stuff that I decided I wanted to do. Basically, it's OT3 math -- Alice: Madness Returns times Corpse Bride times The Smiler equals my OT3, get it?

Oh, and, uh, if you're looking at the trio of Sims 4 screenshots below and going "hey, wait a minute, I don't remember this from any of Vic's past Chill Valicer Save updates" -- I may have gone looking through past screenshots, realized that the only set that had the trio in the outfits I wanted (the celebratory pictures in front of Van Liddelton Groceries) did not have them in the ORDER I wanted (that is, none of them were Alice-Victor-Smiler), and -- rather than tweaking the image slightly to accommodate the screenshots I already had -- fired up my game, updated Victor's primary "everyday" outfit to that CC suit that looks the most like his in-movie one, and set up a new tripod photoshoot in the second floor hallway to get the pictures I wanted. ...and then ended up using THREE shots because I couldn't decide. *facepalm* Yeah. Don't judge me. (Or do, but just don't tell me.)

[theworstcreature]

Ok so I’m case anybody missed (or gave up on) the worlds glitchiest ajr live stream ever here’s what happened

TOUR DATES WILL BE GIVEN SOON

YES IM A MESS MUSIC VIDEO ALSO VERY SOON LETS FUCKING GO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

TRACK THIRTEEN ISNT GOING TO BE ON TJE SLBUM BUT WE WILL HEAR IT EVENTUALLY

THEY SAID ONE SONG OFF LIVING ROOM WILL BE PLAYED ON TOUR (I swear to god if it’s pitchfork kids I’ll actually go FERAL OMG)

There will be EASTER EGGS IN TMM

It also crashed like THREE OR FOUR TIMES till they switched over to instagram live which ✨ACTUALLT FICKING WORKS✨

Anyways I think that’s all lmk if I missed anything important

Also

✨🎵ITS THE AJR LIVErSTREAM🎵✨

[thelibraryofsylphide]

Pantheon, Convincingly Human

Pantheon Moodboard series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Damm is burnt cheese okay when he finds out about what reader is doing with golden cheese?? And I didn't know the reader was the same age as Burnt cheese and wow.. wow! I'ma be shock too when my bestfriend is literally making out with my mother XD

OK, OK, OK, OK-

TO BE FAIR-

I legitimately WAS NOT thinking about that when I was writing that scene! X/////D So in my mind, he was mostly just....a bit confused, but in the end, he brushes it off, knowing he can't control what or who his queen does......! B-but....if I were to go back, w-with this new information, and, like....r-retcon it in, then.....H-he'd still be confused, but a LOT more stunned, like....H-he'd still mostly hide it, but he'd, er, recover a lot slower, and would be like.....staring off into the horizon after the conversation is over......X/////D

B-but no, that was NOT my intention in the fic. I didn't sit down, and plan out this growing friendship between Burnt Cheese and Reader, and be like "I'm gonna do a Stacy's Mom situation, aren't I-" like.....n-no......

Also, she's not ACTUALLY his mother. More like a maternal figure or a mentor, b-but....not his ACTUAL mother. H-he doesn't call her as such, he still refers to her by her usual title and talks to her as her loyal servant/Gatekeeper......B-but.....y-yeah....I-I guess it's kinda close enough to poke fun at, huh......

B-but no, it wasn't intentional! I-I wasn't thinking of that at the time!>///////> I-I just wanted a friendship with Burnt Cheese, OK? I-I think he's cool!

A-also, they might not be EXACTLY his age? Just around it, in that range. Maybe younger, maybe older. Depends on how old you headcanon him. Now that I know he's apparently younger than Mozzarella, I'm not even gonna think about age headcanons right now....My head hurts.....A-all that matters is that they're close enough in age to be friends, and the large gap with Golden Cheese shouldn't bother people who signed up for a God X Mortal fic....b-basically.....>//////>

[rdlain]

fiona and cake was alright but for a happy ending betty should have stabbed simon to death Arias-style 😔

[quicksweetdreamer]

Shadow and Bone - Season 2 episode 4

Live Nina and Jesper reaction

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

it's 3 am and i need some sleep but augh i'm so close to finishing this omg >:'D

[theramblingsofadork]

Huh. I just realized: Both Rivet and Charge would be extremely dangerous if they were pureblood villains. ESPECIALLY if they worked together like they do now.

Rivet being able to absorb energy and use it to enhance her natural abilities, could literally drain the life energy out of her victims, and use any energy fed through her to cause big damage to both public property and other people.

Charge, having his control over bio-electricity, could use it to disrupt and paralyze people from fighting back, as well as output large bursts of voltage which could start fires, blackouts, and even power up Rivet to cause even more destruction.

And if I was even more evil, their powers could potentially end up mixing together and cause an even worse situation where the radius of their enhanced ability spreads.

Hahahaha thank goodness they both remain heroes till the very end right? Definitely no glimpses of that reality being canon, right? Right? 🙃

[advnterccs-archive]

{ OOC } the only good thing about this hurricane is that it's causing it to rain a fuck-ton and it's getting me into a writing mood so i'm gonna be here answering things and doing things today~

[notsoevilpepsi]

new work building is both an active construction site & gotta be haunted. xP

gotta be.

too many door opening sounds & motion activated lights coming on.

[kingspuppet]

I’m having the intense realization that I’ve been roleplaying for eleven years. Eleven years. And I’ve spent almost nine years of that on this hellsite. How?? How has that long passed? Good god I feel old asdfghjklkjhghjkl I remember seeing people years ago when they said they had 10+ years under their belt and I was amazed. And now I’m one of those people?? Well shit. How time flies!

[spaceyraccoon]

When your rp blog post gets more interactions from random ass people you’ve never heard of than it does from the people following you:

[lunelillii]

&TEAM - Under the skin

[blindedguilt]

//So that essay I did. I ended up writing VERY VERY thinly veiled DOD fanfiction for the prompt which was basically “Write a first-person initiation into adulthood based off one of the stories in the textbook and a comparative essay between the two after” and so I ended up bullshitting the essay only reading the stories after I made the narrative lol i got a 96/100 anyways //I figured as it was about everyone’s favourite bilf of the bog that I’d post it here, but... //Reminder: This is my first time really solidly writing in first person since I was like nine, so it may be a bit rocky. First person is NOT my area of expertise lol //And ofc obvious trigger warnings for mentions of paedophilia and stuff (Nothing explicit though, of course!) //Enjoy!

“...And we’ll be married. You’ll see.” “I never saw you speak to each other.” “I said, you’ll see.”

So the banter had gone by so frequently then, and now stood I alongside his wife and his child, and mother on the other side, staring at the curves of his face and how it had thinned, still soft and child-like yet aged and grown in such a way none could have explained by any normal means. Perhaps, then, it was in the sight of those definitively unchanging eyes and how they gleamed the same way under the sun that had caught my attention, and in turn, his, and he turned to look back with some strange sadness that I had averted my gaze in some feeling between either abashedness or fear of any hint of understanding to be held. “...Why her?” “Her? Leonard, look at her.” “I do see her.” “Don’t you? You hardly even looked. Well…” “She… Is kind, isn’t she?” “Yes! And one day, I will make her my bride.” And so the village men had gone and lined up near the forest break on the army’s cart, the showing of the backs of their unnaturally cut hair settling an odd knot in the stomachs of I and who I was certain, the other few men who stayed behind. Orbas’s hair had been a similar length of the day I met him, so I had recalled, though the ends were splayed and framed that once pale neck in such a way that reminded me of the small leaves of a flaxen bush or perhaps a spring tree, though there was one small, favorite piece that strayed off the side of his face — His son, such a small child, had already inherited it — And so he had frequently kept tied and twined with the same strip of leather worn by men and women here. For Orbas, it was no more. I had thought to pick up his son at that moment; for his sake, his father’s sake, and as well my own. Near four and almost the same image as his father, that I had at times troubled myself in remembering his mother, and to see and grant his father’s own personal wishes of caring for that stray hair in his place (So as I had when we were mere boys), tying the silk strands in place, to have “him” so completely and totally reliant on me, it was comforting. The feel of the warmth from such a small body, held in my arms and placed against my own, the grip of small hands pulling against my cloak, was comforting. It was wish fulfillment, in a way. The circumstances in which we had met were entirely on Orbas’s own will. How he darted so confidently up to the smithing corner with frail legs that seemed ready to snap under his own weight, and I, feeble and feminine in mind as he was in body, having apparently gained some semblance leaning towards haughty self-bravado thought, ‘What does this mad fool think he’s doing? Who does he think he is?’ and was only further driven in such convictions when he spoke as if we had never once been strangers before. For Orbas, all it took was a single conversation —  And still, for all the good I’ve come to speak and feel for him, I think not once have I changed in my belief that he was completely mad that day in having tossed all pride aside to speak to the mollified mute of Atheren. 

He had dragged me from my crafts, introduced me to friends who would soon become my own, and had not once ceased for a day after to visit me in my practice there. Father was pleased at first, until he wasn’t, as I had gone from smithing and not speaking to speaking and not smithing, and following his harsh, booming rebuke towards the shaken lad as I could only offer my embarrassed gaze lowered towards the dirt, and bits of green with hints of metal in-between, he would come every other day instead. When we went out, with others or by ourselves as we later had, it had always been Orbas there to lead the way, the conversation, to give directions and warnings unless I knew better in my caution, to where I would try to speak — But I was merely a follower. I have always been, a fact with no shame in admitting and a fate I would think to show no more than indifferent contentment towards. “Why me?” I had asked. Another walk. “We never spoke before.” “Can you keep a secret?” I nodded. Something in my heart fluttered and leapt with those words. “Well… Haven’t you seen yourself?” Something must have been spoken in my silence as confusion or hurt in a way he didn’t need to look over his shoulder to see, prompting him to explain. “You never spoke to the adults or children your age, but only the animals and infants lost by their mothers. You panicked, but always found them home. We saw it. We all did, then, you know.” “...” “When you saw a fly being eaten by a spider, you would take a stick to it and try to ward it off. If you couldn’t reach, you’d find somewhere else to go that you didn’t have to hear it. Your father yelled at you because you had trouble baiting a fish hook. Other children… Normal boys, at least, we saw it and laughed. You, already bigger than the rest of us and yet hardly able to look anyone in the eyes. The girls fancied it, though, called you a gentleman and all, and so one day I thought, ‘I wonder if there’s someone he’s trying to impress with all this?’ and I began to get curious.” “No. I… I’m not trying to impress anyone.” “Well you certainly are when you follow every stupid order I give you.” I stared at the back of his head. A few more steps, and he peered over his shoulder at me, whatever look I wore causing those soft lips to curl up into a laugh. “There has to be someone.” “... There isn’t, honest.” “Say who. We can help you, Leonard, and you’re set to be wed before any of us. Haven’t you always spoken about wanting children? Yours and mine can be friends, and your sons will be older and teach my sons all about everything, just like us!” Something in those words had risen and tightened the back of my throat, and I spoke as I did back then, before I met him — Unable to look him in the eye, look at him at all, and my voice had grown so faint the sound had barely reached my own ears. “It is a secret. That is all.” … And as the years passed, that secret and I grew up and spent our years together, the “Secret” got married at fifteen, and I was sixteen, except he had grown out of being a “Secret”, and once I did, I thought to myself, “I am free” —  But I never did find a wife. When the friends of my childhood pointed them out, “That one’s pretty”, “I spoke to her, she is interested in you”, I only could only ever offer another soulless nod along to the increasingly agitated and growing band of married men, all who later had their sons I loved and adored just as I would have my own, and some had daughters, too. In that same year Orbas had gotten married, I moved on to another secret picking berries in the woods, another fixation skinning their knee on the ground, but after him, I never knew it as I did then — “Such a thing would be impossible,” I always told myself — And I continued life as a blacksmith’s son, a follower, and a coward to the war that brought itself to our town in search of new hands for slaughter. “Security” had been the word spoken to me that day, who chose to stay behind (The child incapable of baiting a fish hook or accepting nature in near all its form), in contrast to him, whose bravery sought the peace of the world, the heads of red-eyed monsters, all the glory and fame reflected back the small village of Atheren, even at risk of his own family, foraged and built. A family, one woman and her four year-old son, unable to fend for themselves. Once again he acted in a way that any madman might, entrusting his sole unmarried friend to care for a wife and son in his absence, and then again, perhaps not mad — Explicitly had he stated his trust with a laugh in that I had come “This far” without any luck, and furthermore went to cite our own, personal trust we had built in each other — He knew they would be fine because he simply knew me. Always the protector, and where I never did find a wife, I made my home among the children of the village. And as the cart started away through the woods with a forward jerk, and Obros, the sweetness grown out of his face, looked over his shoulder at me, his tiny son held in my arms, and smiled with that worried look, I smiled back. I gave him a nod in reassurance, and he slipped through that canopy of pine and birch and away towards war beyond. It’s alright now. Now, I am fine. He’ll be alright. He’ll be alright. It’s okay, because now, I’ve finally found someone. Someone I love, just as I loved you. It was a secret.

[kindred-spirit-93]

Sup, it's me Astron

I've gotten to the point where I'm not sure what to talk about next. There is generally more, I'm just not sure what specific topic to talk about - lol

Any questions?

Also I hope that you are feeling better!

howdy friend! a little late lol but yes thank u im doing much better :) hope you are doing exceedingly well and that life is kind to you

whatever you feel like honestly. be it ideas for character design and arcs, random ideas and dialogues, blueprints and first drafts, the whole nine yards. and memes!!! especially memes lol

and if you want to start writing go for it! id love to read (maybe even proofread/ work on/ draw for if and when the time allows it lol) and see how the story develops from there, since this was once a project of yours its remains up to you really

as for questions; i think apollo and artemis require some thought, like symbolism wise and perhaps syncretism in the pantheon in general too. youve established a couple dynamics and base characterisations (as well as world building), how about conflicts and plot points? ooh and mortals! is this like 21st century setting or one through time?

allow me to steal the rest of this ask to art dump lol

demeter! tried to give her a different look for each season (nothing solid ofc just concept ideas). i think shes a very dynamic diety and i will absolutely elaborate further this weekend lol

my fatal flaw is drawing on my lecture notes. frankly the inspiration never translates onto empty pages, it must be in the margins.

a demeter closer to not-onion-earring persephone. speaking of whom

she may not vocally express it but she does love her yappers (hades & demeter infodumps!) and enjoys listening to them. sometimes lol.

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tis all from me, gotta go cram information inside my noggin >:) all the best!!