#now all i need is a face claim

[sergle]

one of these years... ONE OF THESE YEARS.... people will send me nice / normal messages instead of whatever this is LMAO

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

watched hamlet 1948 recently.... she is cersei lannister... to me...

[vaguely-concerned]

I really can't say enough good things about the expression work they did with rook in this scene, the way you can see it all dawn for them and all the little nuances along the way. I've had some trouble at points to get rye's more distinct features to play nice with whatever the facial animation setup is (still always tweaking. every day in every way we get closer and closer etc., getting the mouth to move just right is such a struggle for many scenes lol), but in this it really worked out. perfectly. yeah, that is exactly how he would emote and I would DIE for him. just. look at him. his hard tight little mouth like a child furiously holding back tears. the shifts between vulnerability and anger, the swell of fury rising through that angry option. the way you can see his eyes go wide at hearing the companion's voices and how he immediately realizes that joining them means leaving varric behind. the warring emotions at 'you're not alone' -- confusion, wanting to protest, knowing varric is right but maybe not quite how yet. so much of the arc I'd envisioned for Rye going in hinged on this scene, and I'm so glad that when I got there it worked out so well. yeah. that's how it happened.

(I also like that you can see how tough it is for varric to be faced with 'I can't do this alone' and having to let rook down, in a way. it's the one time he glances away from rook not contemplatively but reflexively. looking up at the path they're going to have to walk -- without him. having to send them off with nothing but words and hope and your faith in them, because you can't be there with them anymore. and he only lets himself look sad when rook turns their back to him for a moment. the parent feelings in that. ouch aou aough I'm. fhsdjkfhas. ow. considering how little time rook and (plausibly real) varric actually spend on screen together, they really pack the animation so full of information and meaning when you look closely.)

also a true blink and you miss it moment but uh

yeah. sure solas wants to be a hero deep down. sure he deserves a second -- third?? fucking millionth????? -- chance to redeem himself. and I'll totally be the person to give it to him. don't you worry about it varric. you just rest now. I'll be taking it from here fhdsakj

extra heartbreak detail for the road: when varric tells rook not to get misty-eyed on him...

it's because they are actually visibly tearing up. so fuck me I guess

(also I know I'm always saying this lol allow me my broken record moment, but big shoutout to Jeff Berg for his voice acting as American masc Rook, this performance really has become so incredibly dear to me so quickly)

[maya-caffrey]

is it just me or has casual racism against desi people become increasingly rampant on social media lately

[rimouskis]

I am genuinely upset about Andi! WTF is FSG doing? She's one of the best in the entire league! The pens online presense was top tier but with ITR gone last year, and now Andi, I don't have any idea what their plans are. Please let Jen be safe! I'm sure Andi will find a place. I'm not too worried for her. The Pens media department tho

I really wish her the best in whatever she does next. She was at the helm at the peak of the Pens' social media engagement and prominence, and while that fell off as she ascended the ladder and became a VP/further removed from the day-to-day posting, I think she did a ton of good work here.

I'll be very interested in how the department reconfigures in her absence. There seem to be a lot of power vacuums right now, with lots of people with long tenures at the Pens departing. Part of me hopes there's a chance for young blood; other teams have been doing more innovative, more curious, and more creative stuff in terms of their media. While losing legacy employees is a loss, I can only hope that there's an infusion of youthful, out-of-the-box thinking coming our team's way. It's the best we can hope for.

[sserenegrace]

[ Biblically Accurate Angel ] - Does your muse have any dogmatic habits? @ Lillevi??

Monster Movie Headcanon Questions : Accepting!

Likely the easiest point to pin on Lillevi is she does take Miquella's teaching in a literal fashion. Given that he wishes to usher in a kinder world, Lillevi from a young age tried to mimic these beliefs. She genuinely wants to aid those around her even if the idea is somewhat based in naive dreams. You can't save everyone, but she wants to try.

In doing this, one would find her eventually surrounding herself with allies who's own followings don't necessarily align with her own, but she feels they deserve a chance at redemption nonetheless. She will often stop to aid those who are in need, from begger merchants to those looking for a fighter. Lillevi is likely to assist without fault.

This does not mean she will always treat those around her with blind kindness if they were to draw a blade against her. While she does believe there is good in a cruel world and every one is capable of doing that same goodness - if one were to make an attempt on her life she would defend herself. Kindness will never be her weakness. She's not so naive to allow herself to fall to another's blade.

One would do well to remember she survived massacres after the shattering. She wants to do good but is not blind to the evil within people's hearts.

[theicarusconstellation]

how to not hate who you are no borax no glue

[robotpussy]

having to explain myself after being assaulted multiple times in this flat is hurting my chest because i had to clear my name with the other neighbours who don't know the full story of why i didn't get along with that white woman living above me

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

OOH U KNOW WHAT SORT OF STORY I WOULD LOVE TO SEE???

ok so hua cheng is feeling cheeky and naughty!! 'heehee hoohoo,' he thinks, 'i shall convince gege to let me send a lil butterfly to spy on his dumb friends!! their sexually charged antics will get us ~in the mood~ for fun!!! huehuehue >:D'

he goes to xie lian: 'gege!! let's look in on ur old pals, idiot 1 and idiot 2! it'll be fun :D'

xie lian: 'ohhhh idk san lang, that's violating their privacy, we probably shouldn't...... 👀👀👀' and 'it would be SO HARD to convince me to go along with it....... 👀👀👀' but actually he is. SUPER CURIOUS about how things are going for fengqing, ever since they got together. OFC HE WANTS TO SEE DAMMIT!!!!

so hua cheng sends the lil butterfly!! he and xie lian snuggle up to SPY on poor fengqing!!! (obvs they'll stop if it's VERY BAD and apologise later!! it's just!!! they're just CHECKING on them ok!!! IT'S NOT WEIRD!!! (it's very weird. they are very weird. (affectionate)))

LO AND BEHOLD. feng xin and mu qing are TOGETHER!!!! in a BEDROOM!!!!!!!! IN THEIR.........NIGHT CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

....................................................but they're just having a cuddle and being the sappiest, gentlest, most adorable couple of ALL TIME and it's AWFUL ;A; it's nothing spicy at all!! THEY'RE JUST MAKING SILLY FACES AND SMILING AND LAUGHING AND USING GROSS PET NAMES!!!!! EW!!!

CURSES!!! hua cheng's plans have been FOILED!!! lol the end 🤣

[katyspersonal]

I really just wish I could dial back in time to August, to the day when he sent a friend request to me, and simply deny it. I was fully coped with harsh reality and ready to move on, I finally disconnected and recovered. Why did I have to accept it? It was that time when he managed to open a wound that took such a long time to heal, only to leave it open. Just.. why the hell I had to hear him out? Why can't I take that decision back?

[supercantaloupe]

christ i'm finally home. thank gd

[dolce-elegy]

God I wish finding face claims weren’t so damn hard for my OCs OTL

Like for example, my spidersona Rosa.

Originally when I first created her, I had Rita Hayworth as her face claim because I originally designed Rosa as a super white passing Latina/Spanish Woman (like how I am in real life… OTL people think that I’m Portuguese and not Dominican) and because I wanted a vintage old Hollywood actress to fit with her aesthetic.

But then later on, I ended up liking how better she looked with tanned skin and I wanted her to look more Dominican so I changed her design slightly

so now I have to try finding a new face claim that fits her and I can’t seem to find one. OTL and I’m trying to be realistic here too. Because I know how hard it’s going to be to find a vintage brown-skinned and red-headed Latina Hollywood actress so I’m not even bothering with those and I’m just trying to look at normal face claim directories with more modern actors.

But I can’t seem to find anything at all. Nothing ever fits. And it’s the same for a lot of my OCs. DX

[synthetic-sonata]

really awesome day to think everythings going alright and then you wake up and get hit in the face twice in a row

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[eimearkuopio]

My Nana is the source of at least half of my religious trauma. It's not her fault that the jug she was pouring from was contaminated with things I'm severely allergic to, but it IS her fault that she kept pitching a fit when I refused to drink for my own safety. She thought she knew what I needed, and she was wrong, because she was still a child.

I worked in a Geography department for a while, but I'm not a geographer. (Depending on how you define my training, I'm either a theoretical physicist or a climate scientist; but I've finally found my calling and it turns out it's pedagogical research and teaching complicated subjects to people who struggle to comprehend them and may have avoided them as a result. My day job is teaching data science to postgraduates who are afraid of maths but are going to need it in their careers. I'm finally through the ego death part of this lifetime and I know who I am, so I will have enough strength when my recovery is complete to offer a similar service to religious people, on condition that my finite and fallible nature is written in big letters on a warning label and nobody tries to feed my cooking to anyone who hasn't had a chance to check the allergy listing.) There's a particular geographer who writes very popular pop-sci books... And every real geographer I know hates everything this person stands for. But because their work is popular, that's how a lot of people engage with geography and develop their understanding of it.

I just saw three of that person's books in Nana's room.

Bless her, she tried to listen to me. But I never got a chance to break her out of her cocoon. She's back in the ocean now. She'll become something beautiful someday. I think we may have shared an infinite self, but she didn't ever learn how to blunt her sharp edges and she didn't know her own mercy. I will never hate her for who she was; but I am still working through my anger at some of the things she did, to me and to herself and to people she loved enough to want to protect, but failed to understand enough to succeed. I am not a child. It is not her fault that she was. It is not her fault that she could not teach me to be an adult. But she taught me how to learn what I needed to survive the process of emerging from my cocoon, and the world was kind enough that I survived that. It could have been a less painful experience if she hadn't been hogging so much of the available oxygen, but she had so much trauma in her from losing my grandfather the way she did.

My life is better. I have suffered in advance. I don't need to cling to my finite self because I know my infinite self awaits. This is a good day to die, but a better day to live. Let's die tomorrow instead.

[beast-of-the-void]

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