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[rosiexjo]

Girltober Day Twenty One: Stevie Nicks

[tomriddleslove]

Pt 2 - The one that you want.

✩Theodore Nott x Reader

Pt 2 to Hey, trouble (DELETED)

Summary: The one where just as things are beginning to look up, everything comes crashing down. Alternatively: Tension, Fluff, Angst.

A/N: This fic was written very sleep deprived so I ask you to bear with me. The second part is my favourite so just stick with it.

Songs: The Way - Mac Miller, Ariana Grande

Lover, you should have come over - Jeff Buckley

Promise - Laufey

NOTE: I accidentally deleted my account and did not have the first part of this mini series saved! I will probably rewrite it but there is some context you should know, so i’ll try summarise it as concisely as possible:

You and Theodore used to be really good friends when you first joined Hogwarts. Naturally, as you both got older, you changed slightly. Theodore came back one summer and he seemed completely different, he was not only incredibly handsome but he had generally flourished as a person. The girls all loved him and he found a new set of friends, essentially forgetting about you. Time skip a few years and you become friends with Pansy, and the rest of the group. Theodore greets you as though nothing has changed. You habour a lot of resentment to him initially, but realise you really do love chilling with the group and so you set it to the side. In the fic, you’re at a party and you head up to the roof. Theodore appears and you chat for the first time in ages. It gets a bit tense when you subtly call him out but you try brush it off as a joke. He noticed you at their quidditch practice earlier on in the day with mattheos number painted on your face, and he sounds a bit jealous. You assure him it was only for jokes, though you’re confused as to why he’d be upset. Theodore (internally ) alludes to loving you and you’re both emotionally stunted idiots in love.

AND that brings us back to now. Enjoy xx

Friday had finally come, and you couldn't think of a word that could place just how relieved you were feeling. Don't get it wrong, you hugely valued your education, and took pride in working hard, but at the end of the day, there's only so much history of magic one could tolerate before their brain tuned out. The surprise quiz you took in class today told you that you had reached that point many months ago. But it was ok, that was an issue for the future.

You click open the door to your dorm room, tossing your bag haphazardly to the side as you undo your tie, pulling it loose with a groan of relief. Pansy is sprawled out comfortably on your bed because apparently, yours was comfier (they were the exact same thing, she just couldn't be bothered to make hers in the morning.)

You flick a strand of hair that fell in front of your face with a dramatic sigh as you flop down onto the bed, lying perpendicular to Pansy as you rest your head on her lap. She has a half smile of amusement as her hand comes down to pat your head, eyes trained on her book. You raise a brow and shuffle up slightly to catch a glimpse of what she was reading.

You see the word ‘shaft’ once and that's all you need to see as you gasp with fake indignation.

“Pansy… Whilst I'm sitting here?” You groan and she grins, her face slightly red as she shrugs, shameless.

I mean, come on. You weren't a stranger to smut, but right in front of you? You grab the book from her hand and toss it across the room.

“None of that whilst I'm here. Your amazing and beautiful friend is vying for attention so focus on me.’ You say and she playfully rolls her eyes as she lies back on her bed.

“It's disgustingly hot. I can't be bothered for this year anymore. The days are as hot as hell depths and the evening has me freezing my nonexistent balls off.” Pansy moans, and you hum in agreement.

You’re grateful for your friend and her seemingly never-ending talent of speaking because you currently couldn't even muster the energy to speak.

“Do we have to go watch the boys today? Lila told me Madam Pince has charmed the library with a cooling spell. We could go there instead.” Pansy says, sitting up, and the idea is incredibly tempting. You live for nothing more than to get out of this dastardly heat, especially in the comfort of the library (Pansy and yourself had mastered the art of smuggling snacks in. The key was in making sure you triple-checked what you bought in, which you learnt after Pansy had accidentally sat on a Fizzlebees Exploding Sherbet last winter. The poor 1st year who had sat next to you was sure that there was some kind of attack and leapt under the nearest table.)

The mention of practice has your mind thinking back to your most recent encounter with Theodore. Just thinking about it again elicited that strange feeling in your stomach. You were, perhaps, close to a path of redemption (though it was more Theodore redeeming himself.)

With a sigh, you shake your head.

“We promised them we'd come. Besides, imagine the absolute havoc Mattheo will cause when he finds out we ditched for the library of all places. He would get us banned for a month, at the very least.” You say, and Pansy grumbles but ultimately knows you’re right. She sighs, muttering.

“Yes yes, I suppose you're right.” She begrudgingly admits and you grin, sitting up. You walk over to your closet, looking for something else to wear as you felt as though you were positively melting in your uniform. You flick through your closet, cursing the endless void that conveniently was full of sweaters and thick jumpers now summer has come. You dig around and find a pair of black denim shorts towards the back. You don't even know when you got them, but they fit and they'll do the job. You're thankful for the fact that you love the feeling of freshly shaven legs on your bedsheets, because heaven knows you would not bother to shave your legs for a man. You manage to find a green shirt, and you slip it on. It's nothing special really, but you weren't dressing up for anyone. You were long past those days now, you found that it was lovely not giving two shits. Pansy called it alarming, but you liked to think of it as… eclectic.

Pansy brings over her signature red lipstick (which you're sure only she can pull off) and holds your cheek in place to draw a number 10 on it, as standard practice. You reach up to grab her hand.

“Wait. Do 7 instead.” You say. She widens her eyes slightly and wiggles her brows as she looks at you.

“Oh? And why is that?” She probes and you playfully swat her, rolling your eyes.

“Theodore just asked me to. Besides we shouldn't inflate Mattheo's ego too much.” You respond a bit too quickly, and she has a shit-eating grin on her face. Pansy knows you well though, and she knows probing any further will only give her a stinging hex and nothing more, so she simply looks at you with a pointed look as she draws the 7 on instead. You watch as she traces the number 7 on her face too, adjusting her hair as she pouts and blows a kiss at herself in the mirror. You pointedly roll your eyes to tease her and she throws a pillow at you.

“Alright alright, you humble lady. Let's go.” You muse, holding your arm out. The two of you link arms as you descend down to the quidditch pitch. The sun is shining blazing down on you, and you feel uncomfortably hot and sticky within a few seconds of being outside. You truly weren't built for warm weather.

The grass on the pitch is a beautiful rich green and the sky is so picturesquely blue that it seems more like a postcard as opposed to real life. You imagine that this must be their favourite season; you had entertained the idea of watching one match in the winter season and immediately stopped after a gust of wind sent a bird flying into the girl sitting above you (You were sure it had given her that scratch on her cheek.) You couldn't cope with watching a match in such harsh weather, and you couldn't even begin to imagine how it must be to play in such conditions.

Idiots, really. They brought it on themselves. They definitely came to that realisation when they would be dragged out of bed at 5:00 am to go play in the freezing cold whilst you remained blissfully asleep under your warm covers.

You clamber up the stairs of the stands and curse under your breath. For all the beauty and wonders the wizarding world had, was it really that damn hard to have a few escalators here and there? You wanted to watch a practice game, not train to have the thighs of Hercules. You finally reach the top and shimmy down the benches with Pansy, leaning against the railing, The team was already up in the air, circling around whilst tossing the ball to one another. For all the grace and elegance Draco exuded on the ground, you couldn’t help but snicker when you catch the sight of him looking like he had slathered himself in red paint, all sweaty and grimacing; strands of his blonde hair clinging to his face.

“You alright up there Draco? Mummy forget to send you some sun cream?” You call out teasingly, and he sneers at you as Mattheo cackles, swooping down on his broom to greet you and Pansy.

“There they are!” Blaise says, a small grin on his face as he flies down to your level, joining Mattheo. You don’t even have the time to greet him because a loud gasp escapes Mattheo's lips, his hand coming out to grip your chin, tilting your face to the side.

“Traitors!” Mattheo says, eyes flickering between Pansy and yourself. You can't keep the grin off your face as you pry your face out of Mattheo's hands.

“Oh come on Mattheo. We love you all equally and need to express that love as such.” Pansy drawls, a taunting grin on her face.

“Fuck off, I'm the only important one,” Mattheo responds, puffing out his chest as he points to himself.

Blaise has to hold back from rolling his eyes, looking over at you exasperatedly. You exchange a glance with him and you feel your lips curl up into a small smile as you stifle a laugh.

“This was your doing! What did you do to them? Now I'm going to play like shit!” Mattheo whines, as he turns to look up at Theodore.

Theodore.

Your eyes flicker up and sure enough there he is. And god, how dare he look so good in this disgusting heat. His eyes are (and you have the feeling they were like that for quite a bit) trained on you, an unreadable expression on his face. He keeps his gaze on you, and you're sure at that moment he was trying to seduce your soul or play some stupid kind of mind tricks on you to have you thinking of him all day (it was working.)

His lips curl up into that godforsaken smile that borders on a smug little smirk. It has you embarrassingly weak in the knees and suddenly you're very glad it's hot, for you could blame your red cheeks on the heat. He flies down, tearing his gaze away from you as he comes close to Mattheo.

“Come on Mattheo, I’ve got an audience so I need to make sure I beat you embarrassingly quickly today,” Theodore says, egging his friend on.

“Yeah fucking right,” Mattheo says, turning to Theodore as the two engage in the most awful, embarrassing trash talk. You and Pansy exchange a glance and the two of you side-eye them with disdain.

The simple mind of boys managed to amaze you every time. Their attention span was impressively short.

Proving your point, Mattheo flies up to poke fun at Draco and Lorenzo, who both didn't seem to be holding up too well with the heat. You lean your elbows on the railing and stiffen slightly when Theodore flies up next to you. He hovers on his broom mid-air, resting his elbow on the railing in front of you. His face is incredibly close to yours, analysing your face with those sinful eyes of him which should be illegal because

Fuck, you were deprived.

“You wore it.” He says, and he sounds oddly breathless. You were assured by Blaise mere minutes ago that they had barely started practising.

Why did it seem so hard to speak? Why did Theodore seem so surprised? Why did you feel so bashful?

“You asked.” You respond, and his eyes search yours for a second before a smile tugs at his lips. His hand reaches out to cup your face, tilting it to the side as he looks at the 7 on your cheek.

Was this all it took for Theodore to touch you?

You’d have to start drawing 7 everywhere.

His fingers brush against your jaw, and you let out a shaky breath as his thumb runs along your cheek.

His touch leaves a fiery trail in its wake, and you are sure he has to be doing some sort of nonverbal magic because you feel as though you are going crazy. You resist the urge to let your eyes flutter shut because Theodore Nott simply has that effect.

He turns your head back and you stare at one another for a second more before he pulls back, and your mouth feels awfully dry.

“Mattheo smudged it.” He says, and his voice sounds slightly strained as he says so. You can't keep the corners of your lips from lifting slightly as you nod.

“Right.” You breathe out, looking at him. He grins, and this time you have to be sure you have not secured yourself a one-way ticket to the Janus Thickey Ward of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, because you swear his eyes flicker down to your lips for a brief second before he leans back like he's been forced to do so, wordlessly looking at you once more before he grips the broom with one hand, effortlessly flying up to start practice.

You don’t even have the time to process whatever that was because your ever-eloquent and insightful friend speaks the very thoughts running through your head.

“What in the ever-loving fuck was that?” Pansy utters, eyes wide as she stares at the spot where Theodore was standing.

Amen to that, Pansy. What in the ever-loving fuck was that?

Your hand hovers over your cheek, ghosting over the place Theodore had just touched.

You part your lips to say something, but can't even formulate the words, and Pansy recognises that.

“Holy Shit! He- That-” She says, hands grabbing your shoulders as she shakes you. You're ashamed to say you needed it because you were sure you were dreaming.

“What's going on between you two? First, you’re wearing his number to the match. Then he's practically eye fucking you and you're both literally about to make out.” Pansy babbles and you roll your eyes at her dramatics.

“Oh calm down, Pansy. He barely looked at me, and he was just fixing it because Mattheo had smudged it. There's nothing going on.” She says and Pansy narrows her eyes.

“Oh yes, and I’m fucking straight. We both know that's a lie.” She deadpans, and you shake your head with an exasperated smile.

You couldn't tell whether you wanted to crack up with laughter or strangle the shit out of her. With Pansy, the line blurred more often than not. It’s why you loved her so dearly.

“Genuinely Pansy, nothing’s going on between Theodore and me. We used to be really good friends. That's all.” You say, with a tone of finality. She sighs, mumbling under her breath.

“….Painfully obvious”

“Both know that's a lie…..”

“Hopeless idiot…”

You shoot her a glare at her mumbling and she returns the sentiment with a pointed smile, enough to make you roll your eyes with amusement. You rest your head on her shoulder as the two of you watch the match.

The day Theodore had walked past you like you simply didn't exist was the day you swore to yourself you'd never, EVER, let yourself be good friends with him again. You stuck to your word always, yet this was proving to be one time where you didn't.

You prayed you wouldn't regret this, but alas, the universe is cruel at times.

The news of Draco’s father cancelling their annual summer holiday trip came surprisingly as great news to your groups as you all lounged in the library (which was as packed as it had ever been thanks to Madam Pince’s cooling charm. You all begged her to teach you the spell but she refused, and you were sure she kept it hidden to make sure people came to the library. Luckily for the group, you were one of the most conscientious students in your year, so you'd all get away with things due to the teachers favouring you greatly. A few other groups were kicked out immediately.)You all sat in a cosy arrangement in the far back end of the library. Pansy sat on the floor beside you, whilst you lounged in an armchair, feet thrown over one arm. Blaise sat on the other arm of the chair, with Draco and Theodore sitting opposite you. Between the armchair and sofa facing one another was a third sofa and a small round table. Mattheo and Lorenzo sat on that third sofa. Lorenzo stretches, sprawled out as he props his feet up on the table. You reach out and slap him with the book you were reading, and he cowers sheepishly as he puts his feet down.

“I was looking forward to summer in Versailles,” Draco complains, and you sigh. Would be nice to be able to go on such trips.

“Actually…” Pansy says, sitting up as though she’s just had an idea. Knowing your friend, you can't help but feel terrified about what's about to come out of her mouth.

“My parents have a beautiful holiday home down in France and they're going to Australia this year, so it's not being used. Why don't we all spend a week there?” Pansy says.

It's actually a very clever Idea, and a chorus of murmurs of agreement and nods echo throughout the group.

“That actually sounds good” Lorenzo says, and Blaise hums in agreement.

“I have family who live in France so they could sort out travel for us when we are there. I'm sure I can go.” Baise says and Pansy claps her hands excitedly, rubbing them together like some kind of evil genius (sometimes you were sure she was.)

“Draco, Theo?” Pansy says, and the mention of Theo's name has your eyes flickering up from your book. He's looking at you but the second your eyes meet he quickly looks at Pansy and nods, clearing his throat.

“Huh? Oh, uh- yeah.Sounds good.” He says. You lightly smile to yourself as you look down at your book.

“ I suppose I’ll tolerate it.” Draco sighs, and a chorus of groans escapes the group at his melodramatic behaviour.

“Oh piss off Draco, just admit you like us,” Mattheo says and Draco scoffs.

The boys very quickly once again get into a semi-play fight, and a stern hush from Madam Pince as she glares at the group of you sends them both sheepishly quiet. She walks away and it’s your turn to glare at the two boys.

“She may like me now, but if you two don't shut up she sure as fuck won't, and ill set your robes on fire if you force me to get through the summer whilst being banned from the library.” You spit, scolding them.

Mattheo and Draco both look down like children being chastised and Blaise has to hide his amusement as he nudges your shoulder, getting up.

“Right well, that's our cue to leave anyway. Have the real match tomorrow so we need an early night.” Blaise says. One by one everyone gets up, Pansy pushing off the floor with a sigh as she dusts down her skirt.

She turns to you, raising a brow.

“You coming?” She asks, holding a hand out and you look up, shaking your head.

“Nah. Gonna stay here for a while. Finish reading this.” You say, holding up your book with a weak smile. Pansy shakes her head with a smile, ruffling your hair (much to your dismay).

“My little neek. Have fun!” She says, and you flip her off at the comment. She grins, blowing a fake kiss back at you as she manoeuvres past the wooden bookshelves and out of the library.

You sigh and feel as though you're sinking further into the plush armchair, a pillow held to your chest as you read your book. Everything about the library was so pleasantly calming. The dim lights that cast dancing shadows of the book spines across the wall. The bibliosmia that you inhaled deeply as you lay for what felt like hours, reading whatever you could get your hands on. You’re so caught up in the allure of the library (Pansy might have a point, you definitely were a neek), that you don't even notice the presence of someone coming to sit down on the sofa next to you until the sound of the leather cushions sagging under weight draws your attention up from the pages of the book.

Seriously? Were you actually that oblivious? It was extremely alarming if you were.

You look up and see Theodore moving to take a seat on the sofa next to you. He stretches out his legs, his large frame suddenly making the space seem a lot smaller.

“Hey.” He says, and your lips quirk up in a smile as you speak.

“Hey,” You respond, folding the corner of your book.

“What are you reading?” Theodore asks, and you raise a brow.

Did he really have an interest in the book you were reading? A few years ago the Theodore you knew would never touch a book (though he would listen to you ramble on about them for an hour.)

But Theodore has changed, And so have you. He’s no longer the Theodore you knew, and the reminder turns the feeling in your stomach unpleasant.

You hold up your book, weakly smiling as you show him the cover. It was rather beaten and bruised, but you had owned this copy since your first year. You’ve reread it more times than you can count.

“Little women,” Theodore says, a small smile of recognition on his face. He remembered you, always walking around with that book. Theodore couldn’t comprehend what half the words in the book meant, but he remembered hearing you talk about it and thinking you were truly the most incredible person he had ever met.

That hadn't really changed.

“Mhmm. Must be my 5th time rereading it this year.” You say, with a small smile, and Theodore lets out a low laugh.

He's looking down at the table, and you admire the way the dim light dances along his features, making them look surprisingly soft.

“Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts…” Theodore starts, gaze trained ahead.

“......because you can't have the one you want” You finish, quietly.

Theodore's gaze drops to his hands, fiddling with the threads on his bag. The air is thick with unspoken words. A quiet dance of regrets lingers in the spaces between your words.

"Little Women," Theodore repeats, his fingers tracing the zip on his bag. "I remember how you used to quote passages from that book like they were sacred verses. It was almost like a religion for you."

You can sense the undertone in his words—the acknowledgement of a shared past that now exists as a distant echo.

The silence that follows hangs heavy.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, the worn pages of the book suddenly feeling like a fragile shield against the currents of emotion. Theodore's eyes, once familiar and comforting, now carry a hint of regret and a touch of something unsaid.

"Jo March was always your favourite," he continues, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Still is,” you say, and he nods, looking up at you. His smile is tight-lipped, and you fight the urge to reach forward and massage the furrow of his brow. He reaches into the side pocket of his bag, pulling out a book.

Little women.

You frown as you take the copy from him, flicking through it. There are scribbles and annotations all over the pages.

You hate the way you instantly recognise his handwriting - another testament as to how Theodore was weaved into everything you did.

Theodore takes the book back, his fingers lingering on the worn cover. He opens the book, thumbing through the pages, his eyes fixing on the annotations.

"I've been reading it," he admits, his voice a low murmur. "Annotating it. I wanted to see it through your eyes, to understand why it meant so much to you."

You watch him, and your heart clenches at his voice. At his eyes, At the way he speaks, and the way he keeps his head down. The realisation that he held onto this piece of you, even as you both drifted apart, is enough to send you into a spiral.

"I see you in these pages," Theodore continues, his gaze locking onto the annotated paragraphs. "I see you in between the lines, and in the words. I see you in Jo, I see you in the witty comments. Every time I read this, It's like a piece of you is still here with me."

A lump forms in your throat, and you swallow hard, trying to push back the tears that threaten to spill over.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry

“Every time I read these words, I feel like I'm back with you, even if just for a moment." He admits, looking up at you.

The devastation in his eyes is surely mirrored in your own.

You want to cry. You want to shout, because how dare he sit here, and speak of you with such reverence, and act like he cares for you when he had forgotten about you so easily? How dare he say he sees you in everything he does when he looked right past you when you stood in front of him?

How dare he act like he missed you when he didn’t?

You can't say anything. You physically can't, because every time you open your mouth it hurts. Grief clings to the pipes, scratching at your throat. It restricts your breathing, it gnaws at you.

Theodore looks at you and clears his throat, quickly looking down. You fail to make out the fact that his own eyes are threatening to spill with tears, as your own teary eyes cloud your vision.

It was always like that with you and Theodore.

Amid your shared tears, the unspoken suddenly becomes the unsayable.

He gets up, and he can't bear to look at your face because every glance of those tears in your eyes eats away at his heart. He grabs his bag and throws it over his shoulder, rushing out for fear of what you might say.

“See you” He murmurs, walking away. You can’t tear your gaze away from where he walks away even as his form disappears, and you swear the boy had taken part of your heart with him.

The quote “Fate was a cruel mistress” Never made much sense to you. Fate was beautiful even in its destructive nature. Fate was unstoppable, she didn't wait for anyone or veer away. You used to admire that about her. You found it to be a beautiful thing. Of course, it's because you also believe that fate would only wait for you. Wait that one extra second. Then, perhaps, Theodore and you would be on the same path. Instead, you were two, walking the same path only a heartbeat apart. As if time itself conspires to teach that love can occur in the same book, but pages apart.

You cannot love the beauty of her tenacity and cower from it too.

[swifty-fox]

From the angst writing prompts list: “ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ” for Buck x Bucky?

prompt list

let's do some Hockey AU! Old Men Yaoi time Buck and Gale are in their late thirties here.

Saturday evening's argument starts out in that silent way of theirs. A slight downward curve of Gale's lips, a scoffing eyeroll from John. A decision not to sit beside each other on the plane ride home.

John shuts down the goal on Gale during practice, a pointed petty over-exertion of routine practice.

Gale uses the last of the creamer and doesn't replace it. He doesn't even like creamer in his coffee.

By Monday night they're in a full-blown Fight.

It makes the rookies uneasy, the tension between their Captain and their Alternate. The way the two men snipe at each other from the showers, from the locker room, from puck drop to final buzzer reminds the other veterans of their debut year on the team. Before they'd figured things out and decided they made a damn good team on the ice and romantically to boot.

The Buckies didn't fight. It was an irrefutable fact of the universe, like how Biddick always ate a nerds rope between second and third periods and the way Little Mac always had dog fur in his duffel bag.

Tuesday they lose their game because Gale is too busy chirping John for leaving the crease yet again and so John tells him to care about his own game and lets in three points diving for the puck halfway to the blue rather than trusting their Dmen.

Wednesday is a double OT Win and John goads the teams into a line brawl because it would be exceptionally bad form for him to punch his Alternate in the face.

Friday Coach Chick Harding sits them down and tells them to figure their shit out or be benched for the foreseeable future.

At home they cook dinner and don't talk about it. John does the dishes and Gale does the laundry and they don't talk about it. They have bitter, biting, angry sex and hold each other in the aftermath but they don't talk about it.

They're both healthy scratches for Saturday's game and Brady loses a tooth trying to fill Gale's skates. Curt corners John in the owners booth after, sticks a blunt scarred finger at his nose and orders him to fix this.

John, who'd always been the slightly more emotionally intelligent of the two, and also the elder, and also the goddamn Captain, sighs like a scolded teenager.

Lying in bed after another bout of wonderful sex where they don't talk about it and don't talk about anything else either John stares up at the ceiling they'd painted together and purses his lips.

"We have to talk about it."

Gale grunts, twists to pop a couple advil in his mouth and passes the bottle to John. They both were living with their aches and pains more prominently these days and their medicine cabinet had long been well stocked with compression bandages and OTC painkillers and packs and packs of IcyHot. "Talk about what?"

"Oh fuck off, eh? You're not stupid and you're not a fuckin' liar Buck."

"What is there to say?"

Throwing his hands up John makes a wordless sound of frustration, rolls to pin Gale with his thighs and glare down at him. Both their bodies were mid-season lean, packed with muscle and bruised from rough play that would only grow rougher as teams fought to qualify for the playoffs. "You're content to fuck me all these years but you won't marry me?"

Gale, lines around his beloved face that were not there even five years ago, grey creeping through his hair unnoticed for the paleness of it, avoids John's gaze.

"Isn't this enough? We got a house and we got a team and it's each other we come home to at night. We live like we're married already Bucky, what's a document got to do with any of it?"

"If it's just a document it should be no big deal right?" John asks sweetly.

Gale frowns up at him and John jabs him in the center of his chest, drawing a grunt from the other man.

"You're being a puss and you know it. I just can't figure out why."

Pale blue eyes close, muscled cheekbones flexing with tension as Gale sighs slowly. John strokes down Gale's chest, over the seams of his stomach muscles and along the ladder of his ribs. Even angry, they'd lived too long together to not be at ease.

"I don't want the end of my career to become a political statement. I don't want to be a martyr or a symbol, I just want to play some good fucking hockey and then retire. And then when it's no longer our Job to be talked about I want to marry you quietly and privately and play beer leagues with you so you can finally have your Goaltender fight."

there's a long period of silence in which Galer's face screws up tighter, eyes squeezing shut as if waiting for his partner's ire. And then John is laughing, loud and incredulously and from the belly.

"That's it?"

Gale opens one eye and finds John looking down at him with his signature toothless grin. His salt and pepper hair falls around their faces as he bends down to kiss Gale soundly, "You spent the last week stressing out all the children because you were too scared to ask for a long engagement?"

"Engagement?"

John rolls back off Gale's body with a groan, stretching his body out, "Yeah. Unless I heard wrong you just said you wanted to marry me, which is as good as asking in my book. So sure Gale, I'll marry you after you retire."

"Hold on, John, fuckin' hell, we're not resolving this that easy are we?"

"I mean it ain't the most romantic of proposals, but there's time for you to do it right."

[arconinternet]

Natsuyasumi - kogane no kabutomushi o sagashite aka Summer Vacation - Search for the Golden Beetle (Classic Mac, 1991)

You can download it at Natsuyasumi.sit here; you can find the game's Japanese manual (and an alternate download for the game if the Internet Archive is still down) here. Important instructions below. I believe in you!

Instructions:

Drag the .sit file onto the emulated Japanese Mac desktop here.

Open the Outside World, then Downloads, then open the file you find and wait for it to be decompressed; then close Downloads and open it again.

Open the folder you'll find. Drag the six files in there onto Macintosh HD (they'll be copied). Open Macintosh HD if you haven't already; scroll and/or resize it if necessary.

Open Infinite HD, then Utilities, then Disc Copy (set language to English the first time to make things easier), then drag each of the six files from Macintosh HD onto it (since just double-clicking them won't work). A disk will appear on the desktop for each one.

Make a new folder in Macintosh HD (using the first item under the first non-Apple-logo menu) and name it anything or just leave the name there.

Open each of the six disks that appeared on the desktop; each will contain a single file. Drag each resulting file into the new folder you made (again, they'll be copied), then open the folder (scrolling/resizing as necessary) and run 'Natu key'. Click the white words to begin; you can click the NORMAL turtle first to switch to EASY mode.

If you can't read Japanese, use Google Lens, or on a PC browser, use Google Images via the 'Search by image' icon, and paste a screenshot (though you'll probably need to crop it down to just the text in Paint or similar first), then click Translate.

[michellemisfit]

Theme 27: 🫦 Smokey Shamey 🫦

I hope @gallacrafts will indulge my curveball take on the Smokey Shamey theme, as I rock up with some: Smokey Eye Make Up Looks

DEBBIE

To me Debbie will always be the little girl who never got that princess party she dreamt of, hence a pink smokey cat-eye, finished with pink glitter highlights.

MANDY

I am leaning into Season 6 Mandy, with a classic black liquid liner cat-eye and a matt grey smokey eyeshadow. Understated and classy, while still being playful and sexy.

KEVIN

There is nothing more durable than a smokey eye in brown, blended out to skin colour - one of my favourite make ups for a rainy day at the farm, because it will still look pretty decent by the end. Solid and dependable, just like Kevin!

IAN

I’m normally a big fan of contrast colours, but if you’re a redhead with pretty green eyes then you lean into that green as hard as you can!! We’ve got two shades of green (light on the lid, dark in the crease), blended out into a shimmery gold, green eyeliner on the lower lid, and black eyeliner & mascara on the upper.

MICKEY

And finally we have the OG black kohl smokey eye - perfect for our little trash panda! You want your black eyeshadow to be highly pigmented, and don’t be afraid to get a bit messy with it. You’re a Milkovich, not a Chanel model! On top of the black eyeshadow we have some black glitter, for depth. And of course it wouldn’t be a Mickey look without some characterful brows and chewed pink lips!!

And then of course post Season 4 we get Mickey ‘I Just Want Everyone Here To Know I’m Fucking Gay’ Milkovich, the bravest little thug muffin on the South Side, deserving a special rainbow smokey eye look in his honour!

Some make up ramblings behind the cut, for anyone interested :)

I get most of my make up from the cheap counter at whatever pharmacy I'm in - teen brands are great for cheap yet decent quality items! However I do have some preference in terms of performance for certain things. I love my EcoTools make up brushes. You can pick up a pack of 5 brushes for a tenner, but if you can find the set of 2 double headed brushes - Eye Enhancing Duo Brush Set - you've got all you need for a smokey eye look in two handy brushes! I've been using mine for years with no bristle loss or decrease in quality. Very very happy with those! Eyeshadow - I'm a slut for a MAC pallet. They're not all as good as each other, and occasionally you get an eyeshadow that barely leaves any pigment on your skin and it's infuriating! But 80% of their colours are great. And you can buy colours individually on their website / at a MAC make up counter, and then you can fit them into a non branded make up pallet you pick up at amazon or your local pharmacy for a couple of quid, allowing you to put together you're perfect personal pallet! Barry M does little pots of loose pigment in ALL the colours of the rainbow, called Dazzle Dust, and they are amazing!! Please do take a few days of experimenting if you are not used to working with loose pigment, as it can get MESSY lol A good trick is to go heavy on powder foundation under your eye prior to starting your eye make up, so any loose pigment catches on a layer of powder that you can then just brush off with a big powder brush.

I also have little pots of glitter (purchased from a craft store) in all the colours of the rainbow and a small bottle of stage make up adhesive. You will find there's a million different glitter adhesive gels and fix it sprays, some of them may be amazing, however many of them are going to work the exact same way as a simple application of some vaseline would. Depending on the effect I want I either use a small paint brush to very precisely apply glue and glitter pieces (glitter eyeliner, cut brows with glitter lines, individual glitter dots), or alternatively I use a lip gloss or similar sticky clear substance and sprinkle the glitter (for glitter blush, glitter temples etc.)

I have bought many a mascara promising many a thing (longer, thicker, fuller, rounder, magic in some way or other) and honestly, I have never been able to tell the difference between their performances. As long as it doesn't clump and go tacky after a week of use, it's fine by me.

For eyeliners - I have a few choice colours in MAC, but for the essentials I love essence cosmetics, which are one of the teen brands I mentioned above. Their liquid liner pens (24ever ink liner for example) are some of the best I've ever used, and they're like £2.50 each. Otherwise, I like eye pencils you can sharpen for the exact precision I desire, not the waxy sticks inside a plastic case that you operate like a mechanical pencil. Those are a big no no.

Okay, that's all I can think of on the fly.

Please add your favourite make up brands and tips and tricks in the comments! I love to learn from other people!

[tenmillionthfirefly]

In light of recent events, I'd like to recommend Photoshop alternatives for current Adobe users. Photopea is an in-browser recreation of Photoshop, and it's free! If you're familiar with Photoshop's UI this will be easy to get used to. It's somewhat less refined than PS but it's a surprisingly competent replacement.

Clip Studio Paint Pro is an excellent program for all kinds of digital art, with a one-time perpetual license for Windows and Mac for about $20-25 when it's on sale, so it's worth waiting for Black Friday or holidays. (Any mobile options for CSP are subscription only and they stink.)

GIMP is a powerful photo editor that is completely free and open-source! It works on Windows, GNU/Linux, and MacOs. Its UI can be a bit difficult to work with at first, but if you're looking for a PS replacement, GIMP is PS without the AI.

Hopefully this helps artists who want to keep the rights to their work, at least until Adobe gets their crap together.

[conniesconscious]

ೋ•✧๑♡๑✧•ೋ

About me:

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Identity:

Connie

She/Her

Cis

Pansexual

Gemini (May 29th)

POC

15 (‘09)

Likes:

I love everything tim burton coded. I also like:

Vintage/Antique things, porcelain dolls, thrifting, anthropology, psychology, books, learning languages, Fitness, yoga, meditation, Music, art, writing, literature, reading, books, subliminals, vampires, sirens, supernatural, folklore, backrooms, affirmations and witchcraft

Favorite Music Genre:

I like too many music genres but I prefer Goth, Rock, Disco, 60’s, 70’s, baroque, Alternative. And many…many…more. It honestly depends on my mood.

Religion?

I’m a kemetic pagan witch.

Favorite Artists?

Bauhaus, Hole, Elysian Fields, Blackpink, Massive attack, Tyla, Grimes, Fleetwood Mac.

Hobbies:

Learning languages, Lucid Dreaming, Yoga, Sketching, Watercolor painting, Making subliminals.

Celebrity Crushes?

Devon Bostick

Tyla

Ella Purnell

Dane from Fallout 🤭

Evan Peters

Robert Sheehan

Matthew Gray Gubler

Jasper hale

Archie Madekwe

Favorite movies?

Seed of chucky/ Bride of chucky

13 going on 30

Night at the Roxbury

Beavis and Butthead do America

Miss peregrines home for peculiar children

Twilight

Addams Family Values

Spree

Fall

Princess and the frog

Tinkerbell: The great fairy rescue

All OG Monster High movies.

Diary of a wimpy kid

What are your favorite shows?

Umbrella Academy

Anne with an E

The 100

Jessie

SpongeBob Squarepants

My babysitter’s a vampire

American Horror story (older seasons way better)

A series of Unfortunate events

[mfmmflashchallenge]

The fics of the February flashfic challenge: a round-up!

Yesterday we had the MFMM flashfic challenge, and whoah – what a wonderful response we had! 

No less than 30 fics were written during that one day, and this is a new record for an MFMM flashfic event! 17 writers participated, and more than one of them wrote either their first MFMM fanfic, or their first flashfic – so extra kudos to you for diving in!

Two writers managed to write for all four time slots, which is a first for the flashfic challenge! We are very impressed, @galadriel1010 and Piratesandpixiedust! And the latter even wrote a series of four fics that all go together.

All in all, 22 prompts were used over the heats. Most popular, resulting in three fics, was the tag combination “Shouldn't you be sleeping? // an unexpected guest // snarky Mac”.

Those are the stats. Excellent work, all – we swear that the blood, sweat, and tears were visible across all time zones of the world!

Below is a round-up of all the fics, to make them easier to dive into and enjoy. And when you read, please consider writing a flash comment if you have the time!

Have fun!

Heat 1:

Oblivious // on the run // flower shop:

Good Intentions by @lechatnoir1918​

Outback // There Was Only One Bed // turns out somebody doesn't like having nice things:

Outback by @firesign23

Starring Role by @galadriel1010​

At least they made it to the beach // where did the dog come from // minor character injury:

First Aid by @midnight-els​

Tell Me A Story by @demonahw

Pretending to Be Gay // Bodyguard // Face Slapping:

Sorry Not Sorry by piratesandpixiedust

Heat 2:

Shouldn't you be sleeping? // an unexpected guest // snarky Mac:

Holiday, Interrupted by deadhuntress/ @thetideseternaltune​

Sleep is Overrated by @rachaeljurassic​

An Evening in Paris by @whopooh​

Praise kink // Alcohol // Rumours:

praise by tara_stofse/ @leliesblou​

Not the Right Moment by @galadriel1010​

What would Phryne Fisher do? // And Then There Were None // The Gay Agenda:

For Five More Minutes by piratesandpixiedust

Heat 3:

For all of the prompts in the heat:

Drabbles by @firesign23​

birthday party // Phryne is the biggest flirt // Dot’s POV:

dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt by benwvatt

Queen of the Castle by piratesandpixiedust

Accidental Marriage // Wrongful Imprisonment // Birthday:

Heart to Heart by @rachaeljurassic​

Non-Linear Narrative // Drunk Dialing // Unusual Clothing:

Dress to Impress by @lechatnoir1918​

Touch starved // BAMF // hypothermia:

Lost and Found by @galadriel1010​

Everyone Thinks They’re Together // Being Walked In On // Nudity:

Honeymoon Phase by deadhuntress/ @thetideseternaltune​

Babyfic // Crack // Alternate Universe - Modern:

Encounter with A Baby by @912luvjaxlean​

aftermath of danger // Mr Butler’s secret recipe // Hands:

Can I Hold You? by CrazyBeCat

Heat 4: 

Sex Pollen // First Time // Feathers:

Feathers by @912luvjaxlean​

Undercover as a Couple // Lipstick // Public Transportation:

Who's Pretending? by @lechatnoir1918​

Verisimilitude by @galadriel1010​

Surprise Cat // Wardlow // Hugh Collins needs a hug:

I'm Unshakable by piratesandpixiedust

Flashfree:

Gardens & Gardening // Secret Messages // Competition:

Weeds in the Mind by @midnight-els​

Fake/Pretend Relationship // Makeup // Kissing:

I Get So Lost in Your Blueberry Eyes by @glamorouspixels​

painted on by @a-wonderingmind

chaos theory // slash or slasher? // dot on the run:

Double Hand by biratebean

Restaurants // Third Wheels // Suggestive Themes:

Three is a crowd by missmariie/ @three-seperate-johns

Why Is This Happening?? // Domesticity // Also Cats Can Talk Now

(i.e. the prompt example from the post about the flashfic challenge)

Also Cats Can Talk Now by @whopooh

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Alright – those are all the fic! 

We want to thank everyone who joined us and sent in prompts, wrote, read, commented and in general were wonderfuly supportive.

Until next time!

@olderbynow & @whopooh

[the-burd-lord]

Devil and angel on his shoulder, but they’re both telling him to murder.

Found a good MS Paint alternative called JS Paint. Is much more limited than MS, but it’s a good alternative when it doesn’t work on Mac or mobile.

[inquisimer]

and for Tabris & Loghain!! ❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

thank youuuuuu for indulging my very specific brainrot asdfsjkl, Tabris & Loghain tension be upon ye

for @dadrunkwriting

~~~

The entire room held a singular breath, their collective attention focused on an elf with more power than a knife-ear had held in Denerim’s living memory. Ariya felt the tension that spiraled out from her, catching each of her companions in its net. She felt, rather than saw, Zevran’s calm, reliable gaze on her, watching always watching her back. Leliana and Morrigan whispered in each other’s ears like Orlesian theatergoers and Sten had a steadying hand on her mabari, whose low and plaintive whine was somehow lost to the silence. To her left, Alistair was red faced and nearly shaking; if she didn’t decide quickly, he was liable to drive her blade forward himself.

Her blade, which currently rested against the neck of Teryn Loghain Mac Tir.

“Wait!” Riordan’s shout stayed her hand. Even a year of bearing the responsibility of success and survival on her shoulders could not erase the instinct to defer to an elder. She did not flinch, nor did she withdraw her weapon. She stared down into the eyes of the man who left her to die and sold her family into slavery while Riordan explained the alternative.

“Absolutely not!” Alistair objected, of course. The fool idiot, always seeing honor and light where there were none. He’d projected his own experience onto the Wardens as a whole and Duncan had done him a disservice by letting that attitude fester. Best to shatter it now in one fell blow.

Ariya dropped her dagger.

There were threats, but they were empty. Alistair lacked the spine to carry through on his anger and that same foolish honor wouldn’t let him back out of an agreement. So it was that the traitor teryn rose from his knees and followed the last two Grey Wardens in all of Ferelden to Eamon’s estate.

“Traditionally we would have you collect the darkspawn blood personally,” said Riordan, setting a simple chalice on the arl’s desk with a clink. Did all senior wardens just carry those around with them? “But given the circumstances—“

He uncorked a vial and emptied it into the chalice. It smoked slightly and hissed against the metal. There were no words of poetry or chivalry; Riordan did not ask and Ariya did not offer. Perhaps it was just another piece of the illusion Duncan painted for his charge.

“From this moment forth, you are a Grey Warden.” He extended the chalice, and Loghain drank.

He survived, because of course he did. Because the universe had not taken pity on Ariya Tabris and it wasn’t about to start now. And now she had to endure not only Alistair’s hostile absence,  but the sidelong glances and smothered commentary of her other companions as well. Barely smothered, in some cases.

She cleaved the head off a hurlock, baring her teeth as its lifeblood sprayed across her face. Each drop rang with the archdemon's song, the call echoed in the spatter, and it did not scare her. Not anymore. As the battle fell silent, instinct turned her head, checking that they were all upright, and looking for goods and chests to loot.

A soft glow already enveloped Leliana’s arm as Wynne pressed healing magic to a jagged gash, but otherwise everyone seemed—

No. Her gaze caught on Loghain. For all intents and purposes, he seemed fine. But her keen eyes caught on the shift in his gait, the way he favored his left side. She cast a quick glance at Wynne. The mage had finished with Leliana, but pointedly ignored the former teryn. Not interested in reigniting the argument, Ariya withdrew a poultice and some bandages from her pack.

“Where?” she asked. If she shook, it was merely frustration and anger, that she was here, that she had to mitigate rivalries when the fate of the world sat in their very hands.

“You need not concern yourself with me.”

“Wrong.” Gritting her teeth, the elf tipped her chin back and gave Loghain the same steely, gray glare she’d given Vaughan Kendells before burying a dagger in his gut. “Throw away your pride, harrellan. It has no place here. Where are you injured?”

For a beat she thought he might refuse. Her resolve would shatter, undoubtedly. But he was ever a soldier and he bent to his commander’s will, unbuckling his chestpiece and revealing an arrow wound in his side. The projectile had gone clean through; it would need only a salve and time, since Wynne refused to touch him.

“Sit.” She nodded to a nearby stump. She unhooked her canteen from her belt and poured the frigid water over his skin, drawing a hiss between his teeth.

“It would have healed without care,” he said lowly. “The wound was clean.”

There was no question and Ariya had little patience for small talk that danced around the issue, so she said nothing. She scooped the salve from it’s jar and smeared it over the wound.

Another hiss, and a grunt. “Why do you show me this kindness?”

She paused, her hand resting just a hair’s width from his skin. “Do not mistake what I have done to you as a kindness.”

She wiped the excess salve on her leg and unwound a fresh bandage. “This is not a path for your redemption or forgiveness. This country will not forgive you, on behalf of their king. And you cannot forgive the rest of the world for not being Ferelden.”

She cinched the bandage tight against his ribs. “It is an unspeakable agony to live in a world that has no place for you. And it is the cruelest thing I could imagine for you. That is the only reason you still draw breath—make no mistake.”

His eyes lingered on the top of her head as she collected the supplies and stowed them away. When she straightened up, he still wore the mask of ambivalence he’d been hiding behind. She wished she could sense his mood the way she sensed the Taint coursing in his veins. She wanted to know that he burned the way she did, with every step away from the home she’d always known, with every tie she had to sever for the greater good.

“Your life is not a favor, Loghain Mac Tir,” she spat, kicking her boot against the land he was named for. “It is a burden you must now bear.”

[hannahshattuck]

Never More Than Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

Rating: General 

Square: N3 - Free Space

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Joaquin Torres & Sam Wilson Friendship

Summary: Torres tells Sam to talk to Bucky after hearing him sighing too many times. After talking to Bucky, Sam now can’t stop smiling.

Written for @allcapsbingo​ All Caps Bingo Masterlist

Read on Ao3

A/N: Italics - Sam, Bold & Italics - Bucky

Sam sighed as he laid on the couch of the safehouse. Him and Torres were out on a mission for the Air Force and Bucky was back in Louisiana either with his sister and nephews or chilling in their apartment with the cat they adopted, Alpine. Sam wanted nothing more than to be cuddled up with Bucky on the couch watching whatever newest reality tv program the super soldier ended up getting obsessed with.

“Dude.” Torres looked over at him from the kitchen. “I swear to god if you sigh one more time, I’ll paint your wings with butterflies and rainbows.”

Sam looked over at Torres with an eyebrow raised. “Do it and I’ll write you up for insubordination.”

Torres chuckled as he continued making his lunch. “Nah, man. You wouldn’t.” He grabbed his sandwich and took a bite as he made his way to sit on the other end of the couch from Sam. “I’m the only one who can keep up with you, Cap.”

“Dude, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Sam groaned as Torres started chewing obnoxiously. He stood up from the couch and went to the kitchen to make himself lunch.

“Whatever, dad.” Torres teased. “But seriously. If you sigh again, I’ll call your man for you.”

Sam rolled his as he went to the kitchen to make himself lunch. He didn’t think he was sighing all day. It’s not his fault he misses his boyfriend. Okay…well, maybe it is. But also Sam told the Air Force he wouldn’t go on any missions by himself. And now he realizes he should have been more specific and said he wouldn’t go on a mission unless it's him and Bucky.

Sam held in a sigh, since he wasn’t sure how serious Torres was, and grabbed a pot to get water boiling for some boxed mac and cheese. As he waited for the water to boil, Sam grabbed his phone out of his pocket and pulled up his and Bucky’s text thread. The last message was Sam letting Bucky know they made it to the safehouse. Thankfully this mission wasn’t complete radio silence, just limited contact. Sam typed out a message to his boyfriend hoping he was still awake.

‘Hi babe’

‘Hello, Samuel.’

‘What’s up with the full name?’

‘Sarah just told me something stupid you did when you were a kid.’

‘I’m not even going to ask what it is. I miss you’

‘I miss you too. How’s the mission going?’

‘Boring. Torres and I are at the safe house. Apparently I was sighing too much. Torres threatened to paint my wings.’

‘*laughing crying emoji* omg that’s amazing.’

‘I love you’

‘I love you more’

‘More than *picture of a Lord of The Rings movie poster’

‘...know your place, Samuel’

Sam chuckled. Of course Bucky doesn’t love him more than Lord of the Rings.

‘Alright, alright. Well I should go. Don’t need the enemy coming to the safehouse. I ain’t making enough mac and cheese for them.’

‘It better not be the boxed stuff?’

‘...’

‘SAMUEL THOMAS WILSON!’

Sam shook his head with a smile. Only Bucky would raise a fit about him eating boxed mac and cheese. Ever since Bucky got the recipe from Sarah when she made her mac and cheese, Bucky had banned the box stuff from being in the apartment.

The water boiled and Sam smiled to himself as he opened the box, took the cheese packet out, and dumped in the noodles. He could hear Bucky in his mind screaming at him and it made him smile even more. Texting Bucky even for just those few minutes put Sam in a better mood.

“Oh my god. He’s smiling now.” Torres groaned in the other room which made Sam laugh. He thought about sighing dramatically but smiling suited him better.

[lavared]

Babes, I need advice! 🚨

Is Clip Studio Paint worth buying, or are they as annoying as Ad*be? I’d love to get a solid PS alternative, but I’m worried about subscriptions. Ideally, I’d like to pay once for an unlimited license without hidden fees or monthly plans 🥲 And the license should work both on Windows and Mac 🥲

Also, I’m skeptical about the tools. I love all the features of PS (filters, adjustments...) and no art program has ever come close to it, not even my beloved Sai. Is CSP any good on that front? 🥲

[ratchan10]

I'm showing up some progress on the gun. Took some days working on it and still didn't come with a name to it

1. THE BEGINNING

At first, it started out as a line art of type 64 silenced pistol combined with some bits of colt 380 auto, specifically the model with polymer frame, the trigger was based on glock trigger but drawn from memory , the idea was to make a modernized take on the type 64 that looks less like the og gun and more of it's own thing similar to the Scorpion and Scorpion Evo

As you will see, it will look more different than what it started as

2. SHAPE START FORMING

Then I changed the plan where now it's based on the m9 instead of type 64, I picked up the colors randomly, and it came out looking good

3. THE BERETTAIFICTION

Now, it is just a funky M9 clone with an integral suppressor version as an alternative. I didn't feel satisfied with it, so I did more work on it

Also made this, which is basically a carbine kit based on recover tactical P-IX. This is how it looks for now. The rails and other details will be added soon.

4. UNBERETTAIFICTION

Here is where I started to change more bits of the design. The concept of the blocky slide started as a prototype with auto mod that works more like a MAC 10. Then, I changed my concept to make it work like average pistol. The reason was i didn't like the Mac 10 idea, so I changed plans. I did some stuff like painting some parts Grey to make it more distinguished and made new parts like the threaded barrel and extended mag. However, the hammer looked weird. For some reason, I was baseing it loosely on a soviet bullpup revolver that has the silhouette of a pistol. Didn't like how it came, so I made more changes.

5. THE COMPACT MODEL & THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT HANDCANON 🔥🔥💯💯🧙‍♂️🗣

So this one is basically a compact model with short barrel + slide and fix to the hammer design instead of the blocky shape and the weird hammer. Now, I reused the hammer design of the funky m9 because I felt like it would fit more, and now it worked, and that's not its final design because there is more to work on like making a frame with a small pistol grip and work on the sights

THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT HANDCANON. blessed by the dark priest and cursed by the warlock made by bones and powered by shadow magic. This cursed handgun is given as a gift for the new agent after graduating from the tournament arc and becomes a low rank member of the SHADOW GOVERNMENT 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🫡

Made this variation for fun and given it some lore . Did some design experimenting like giving it a color gradient and a skull texture on the grip. In addition, I wanted to make it look a bit retro, but then I didn't like how it came

6. SG HANDCANON DESIGN UPDATE

Basically, I detailed more bits, changing the sights , going back with a lower frame with rail, changing the colors of the pistol grip, and finally adding a compensator for less recoil

There will be more work on it, more variation will be made, and more progress will be shown

[eossa]

I posted 111 times in 2022

35 posts created (32%)

76 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@altindie

@wordbite

@supportcontentcreators

@acuite

@southcodes

I tagged 109 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#blog - 97 posts

#theme rec - 44 posts

#1c - 40 posts

#sidebar - 38 posts

#responsive - 37 posts

#fave - 33 posts

#minimal - 31 posts

#header - 25 posts

#page rec - 18 posts

#dark mode - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 30 characters

#pantone color of the year 2023

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Farbenfroh Page 1 Revamp

A responsive page for displaying colors (or other elements) with standard Isotope filtering and a smart dark mode.

Preview | Code: here or here

Key Features: Isotope filtering. Masonry layout. Responsive. Sidebar layout. Smart dark mode.

For information in regards to resources and customization, please read the page guide here.

19 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#4

While it’s not yet clear what Adobe will do with Figma, and while the Figma CEO has claimed that Figma will operate autonomously, here’s a free alternative just in case.

22 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#3

See the full post

41 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#2

hi! sorry to bother but i was wondering if you know some resources at how can i learn to make themes? im already learning html/css but im finding hard to find good resources to learn how to make themes :( btw: love your work!

Hello! Thank you for the compliment and your interest in making themes.

Since you’re already learning HTML and CSS, I don’t think I need to tell you about w3schools or stackoverflow – you probably came across them yourself already. :)

The best way to understand tumblr themes is to look at the official guide for creating custom themes. There, all of the (necessary) variables are listed and their purpose is described as well.

Base codes can be very helpful to see how these elements look when they are put together, plus the HTML works already so you can focus on manipulating elements with CSS.

@buildthemes is an entire blog dedicated to teaching people how to code themes. You have to view the blog in its own tab to access the different chapters.

@theme-hunter also has a neat list of tutorials you can use for creating amazing themes.

I hope these resources are helpful!

110 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Adobe Alternatives

This post on instagram lists free and paid alternatives to adobe’s creative cloud … well, I’m going to provide you with the links to the free versions. Please refrain from commenting your personal opinions on the CC or any of these free alternatives.

Ae – After Effects

Blender | DaVinci Resolve

Ai – Illustrator

Boxy SVG | Inkscape | Krita | Vectr (new, old)

An – Animate

Blender | Pencil2D | Spline (3D tool)

Au – Audition

Audacity | Garageband (iOS, Mac, Windows) | LMMS | Tracktion Waveform Free

Dw – Dreamweaver

Atom | Brackets | Sublime | VS Code

Id – InDesign

Canva | Krita | Scribus

Ps – Photoshop

Darktable | GIMP | Krita | Paint.NET | Photopea

Xd – Experience Design

Figma | Framer | Invision

From Julia to You

Three personal faves which I use regularly:

Projector (Canva alternative).

Lunapic (similar to GIMP but online).

FireAlpaca (painting tool).

Crello (Canva alternative).

200 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

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[konnfusion]

4 and 18 for odessa!! (or alternatively, casilda lore??)

aHHHHH someone asking about my girl Casilda! 🥺 she and Odessa are the main ones I'm currently fixated on, so I'll answer BOTH~ (ironically, they both have gardening as hobbies, and that happened by sheer coincidence, but seems fitting.)

Odessa

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? Odessa's parents were very active in her life and in raising her. She was their only child, so they maybe spoiled her a little--but just with love. They'd take annual trips to local conservatories and zoos on her birthdays and just basically let her infodump about all the plants and animals she'd been reading about. They, unfortunately and very suddenly, died in a freak ice storm when she was a teenager. (This is a plot point that links back to a handful of stories we'll be writing, so I'm trying to be vague in case anyone reading this wants to read her stories!)

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games, and anything else! books: horror and science-fiction, a little fantasy. she's really partial to Stardust by Neil Gaiman, might even call it her favorite (right next to the works of Mary Shelley and Shirley Jackson). music: pop (especially 70s/80s pop/rock, her mom's favorite) and guitar-heavy rock (some favs include ABBA, Marina, Madonna, Fleetwood Mac, Kate Bush, The Offspring, and Taylor Swift). tv shows and movies: sci-fi, comedy, a little pickier with horror movies as opposed to books.

Casilda (as with Odessa, I'm going to assume anyone reading this knows something about The Sandman TV show. anybody let me know if you want a scattered/messy Casilda lore post like I did for Odessa! basically all you need to know for now is that she's originally from the 1600s, and joined the realm of the Dreaming after her death in the Waking, and she works in the palace of Dream of the Endless.)

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? in her Waking life, Casilda only really got to know her father; her mother died in childbirth while having her younger sister (Casilda was about 4 years old). Her family was very poor, and worked at any trade they could manage to try to get by (mostly vegetable and animal farming). Her father was kindly, and tried to give his daughters the best life he could. He fostered her love of art, even if he didn't always understand it, and often went without things for himself to buy her books and painting supplies.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games, and anything else! Casilda is such a romantic; she can't pass up a good romantic drama of any sort. she and her sister used to sneak into productions of Shakespeare plays when they couldn't afford tickets. Once she arrives in the Dreaming and has access to essentially the whole history of books, she gets really into Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. but, given where she lives, she also regularly devours some fantasy adventure stories. George Méliès' adaptation of A Trip to the Moon impressed her so much that she still calls it one of her favorite movies. her best friend curates all the history of the Waking's music, so she's been introduced to a lot of new genres since the invention of the record player. her favorite, though, is folk music. she's fond such modern artists as Sinéad O'Connor and The Crane Wives! (her best friend is getting her and Dream into grunge rock and bubblegum pop, though, since they both missed the 80s and 90s due to Plot Things. so far, Casilda is really enjoying Britney Spears!)

I'm THRILLED that people are actually sending me questions about my characters, like this has totally made my week omg ;u; thank you so much for asking!!!

[didee-anne]

I’m just gonna answer all of these because I want to ☺️🙃

Tea

Color but black and white is nice too

Paintings

Skirts but I love both

Books

Coke, Vanilla Coke to be exact

Chinese

Night owl 10000% but I’ll get up early for a good reason like a hike or road trip

Chocolate

Very outgoing introvert

Both but if I could only have one I’d choose hugs

Fishing. You can’t talk while hunting.

Summer. Winter is too dark

Fall. I love the autumn colors

Rural 10000%

PC. I had a Mac and didn’t like it

Tan

Pie

Ice cream

Mustard. Spicy mustard specifically

I like all pickles I’m not picky

Comedy. I love to laugh

Sandals

Silver

Pop

I love dancing and singing! I’m not good at either though…..

Checkers

Board games all the way baby!

Neither but if I had to choose I’d go with wine

Freckles and dimples are both cute so I don’t have a preference

Honey mustard

Lifting weights

Baseball

Crossword puzzles

Facial hair

Crushed ice

Snowboarding

Smile

Necklace

Fruit

Bacon

Fried. Runny yolks are where it’s at 👌🏻

Dark chocolate alllllll the way

Piercings but tattoos are nice too

Brand new

Dress up

Cowboys

Can I say French toast?

Bourne

Fantasy but I enjoy sci-fi too

Numbers

Lord of the Rings

Fair

Money

Washing dishes. I hate folding laundry

I like both snakes and sharks

Orange juice

Sunsets

Procrastinate and then over-achieve

Pen

Peanut butter

I’ve never watched either so idk and idc

Detailed

Multiple choice but essay questions are fun too

Adventurous

Saver

Contacts for me personally but I think glasses look great on everyone else

Laptop

Classic

Personal chef

Internet

Calling for conversations, texting to just check in

Curly

Shower before bed

Spicy

Marvel

Paying a mortgage

Sky diving, but I only say that because I’ve done it and I’ve never been bungee jumping

Oreos

Pudding

I like both truth and dare and alternate between them

Roller coaster

Denim

Solids

Muffins

Whole wheat

Pearls

Carpet but it’s so hard to keep clean

Bright colors

Older than me

Nuts

Picnic

Black leather

Long hair on me, short hair on partners

Who on earth says ‘ready, fire, aim’?! It’s ’ready, aim, fire’

Fiction but I try to read non-fiction occasionally to stretch the grey matter

Non-smoking

I like to think before talking

I like both answering questions and asking them in equal parts but I sometimes draw a blank on things to ask

100 this or that

1. Coffee or tea? 2. Black and white or color? 3. Drawings or paintings? 4. Dresses or skirts? 5. Books or movies? 6. Pepsi or Coke? 7. Chinese or Italian? 8. Early bird or night owl? 9. Chocolate or vanilla? 10. Introvert or extrovert? 11. Hugs or kisses? 12. Hunting or fishing? 13. Winter or summer? 14. Spring or fall? 15. Rural or urban? 16. PC or Mac? 17. Tan or pale? 18. Cake or pie? 19. Ice cream or yogurt? 20. Ketchup or mustard? 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? 22. Comedy or mystery? 23. Boots or sandals? 24. Silver or gold? 25. Pop or Rock? 26. Dancing or singing? 27. Checkers or chess? 28. Board games or video games? 29. Wine or beer? 30. Freckles or dimples? 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? 33. Baseball or basketball? 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? 37. Skiing or snowboarding? 38. Smile or game face? 39. Bracelet or necklace? 40. Fruit or vegetables? 41. Sausage or bacon? 42. Scrambled or fried? 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? 44. Tattoos or piercings? 45. Antique or brand new? 46. Dress up or dress down? 47. Cowboys or aliens? 48. Cats or dogs? 49. Pancakes or waffles? 50. Bond or Bourne? 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? 52. Numbers or letters? 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? 54. Fair or theme park? 55. Money or fame? 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? 57. Snakes or sharks? 58. Orange juice or apple juice? 59. Sunrise or sunset? 60. Slacker or over-achiever? 61. Pen or pencil? 62. Peanut butter or jelly? 63. Grammys or Oscars? 64. Detailed or abstract? 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? 66. Adventurous or cautious? 67. Saver or spender? 68. Glasses or contacts? 69. Laptop or desktop? 70. Classic or modern? 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? 72. Internet or cell phone? 73. Call or text? 74. Curly hair or straight hair? 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? 76. Spicy or mild? 77. Marvel or DC? 78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? 81. Jello or pudding? 82. Truth or dare? 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? 84. Leather or denim? 85. Stripes or solids? 86. Bagels or muffins? 87. Whole wheat or white? 88. Beads or pearls? 89. Hardwood or carpet? 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? 92. Raisins or nuts? 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? 94. Black leather or brown leather? 95. Long hair or short hair? 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? 97. Fiction or non-fiction? 98. Smoking or non-smoking? 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? 100. Asking questions or answering questions?