#slash plat

[buffporcupine]

SPINS ON UR INBOX

AWWWW ILY BBG

[chaotichyperfixations]

Drew @ghostlysage 's pizzaface doing that darn guh, flabbergasted, absolutely gobsmacked face yesterday

We love hate you Massimo 🫶

AaALSO INGOT COLORING MOTIVATION BACK EXPECT AOME DIAVOLA SOON!!!!

[atomic-rattz]

i forgot i used to SCRAP book (i put wrappers and trash in a notebook) like a little FREAK and wrote and drew in there like crazy

[maliciousalice]

Beautiful @baylardo got me a birthday treat!!!!!

[swagmaxxer]

it’s you /affectionate

me.......its me.... me all the tiem

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MY WIFE!!!!/P 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️

@playgroundmissy this was a long time coming but I now pronounce you: wives ✨

You may platonically kiss the weird phantom thing :3

[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 13 - "Team As A Family"

Quigley loathed the stink of Uaid. The great green albatross around his neck assaulted him from a myriad of directions: his mildewed mud flesh, the stagnant water sloshing in his bowels, the rotten table scraps wedged in all his crevices, and even the heap of dirty laundry that Matty had been supposed to wash before all their small world had gone even more to shit.

There it sat still in a moist lump, and Quigley could smell it with impossible acuity, suddenly. The laundry, the mildew, the rot. He could smell it. It hurt his eyes.

Then the fucking zombie came down from the cockpit and Quigley could smell him too. Would that he could rip free the entirety of his sinuses in one long, greasy strip.

"We add a pinch of sugar to you," Adelier said in his tinny voice with its pretentious academic accent that Quigley swore he played up even more around him, "Add the result to a cool pitcher of water, and you'd be a refreshing draught to market to the spectators outside a summer duelling ring."

Quigley didn't look up from his newspaper.

"What?"

Adelier was undeterred. "SOUR," he clarified, perching primly on Matty's travel trunk. How did the corpse sit properly without an ass? No way to know. He picked a beetle from inside his left glove, crushed it, and flicked it down into Uaid's lower levels. "You seem sour as a lemon. Sour as a lemon." His hood tilted away for a fraction of a fraction, as if in thought, then it was gone. "Reading something disastrous there in the daily decree? I understand not how a son of the Six Rings tolerates a Crescian periodical. It is all- all inked in the Queen's befouled bathwater. You'd find more truth in a Sharteshanian courtroom."

Quigley did look up now - just the barest slash of evil eyes between his white fringe and the top of the paper.

"What?"

Adelier went cross inside his hood. Quigley felt a little better.

"A sour parrot then!" the zombie said stiffly. "What what? What what?" He leaned closer to make out the headline. "Litriya Shrine? This year the Bitch-Queen Cannibal orders her Tirnasday take-away from Litriya Shrine, hm?"

"NO!" corrected Matty from below. Quigley heard him rattle the ladder as he began to climb. "That is not how you say it, Mr Adelier! You say it: The twin sacrifice this year will march in a beautiful procession from Litriya Shrine, and go to Queen Sonorie for Tirnasday, and the world will have good fortune until next feast day!"

Duane chortled drily. "Someone do report to the Silver Eel it is nearly out of time to menace the country; Cutter must not have a subscription."

"Providing the sacrifice to the Queen is a heck of an honour," said Jivi, following Matty up onto Uaid's central platform. He turned to rummage in his pack before realising, with a jolt: "Litriya Shrine! Isn't that where we're going?"

Matty gasped and grabbed his arm. "I wonder if we'll meet the twin!"

"Meet the meat!" mocked Duane. Quigley wondered if the man that had murdered him ever thought back on the deed fondly. "I hope that we do. I will speak God's words to the poor wretch and tell them there is another way."

"You will NOT," hissed the Plat, finally folding the paper. He put himself nose to nose with the bastard - or would have, if a nose were yet extant. "You will not embarrass me at this shrine. I need the facility there to mend Uaid and unless you would like me to press you into his broken fucking leg like a wad of fucking chewing gum, you will keep your rotten yawp well shut until it's done."

"SOUR!" barked Duane, not retracting a word nor an inch, "What cloud is this you shrink beneath this day, hethllot?"

Jivi blinked at the Alds, and offered: "That's just Quigley." Matty shook his head and plunked down on the floor.

"No, Papa is vexed 'beyond all light and life' because Uaid is dirty."

Giving the Plat a gentle shove that rocked him back into his seat, Duane stood magnanimously, spreading his fleshless arms. "I did not realise you were so particular! Let us have a harrowing out then. Put the brute over onto the bank for a scrubbing and a scouring. And I say, methinks our caravan far enough from civilisation that a large Core Leech of our more… fragrant passengers will not overly offend friend khert."

From the dark underneath, Sette wailed: "Don't Core Leech me, ya freaks!"

Jivi leaned over the railing. "He means the trash, you trash! I knew you knew that you stink! How do you even stand it when you have a magic smelling nose! Take a bath!"

"I'm assertin' dominence o'er the atmosphere. There ain't one inch of this construct that I ain't put me mark on."

Duane pressed his fingertips together with some concern. "Sette, have you urinated on the walls?"

Little girl cackling bounced around like bats in the blackness. "Figure it out, Materials Master!"

Matty laughed, and Quigley felt a little better. He liked when Matty laughed. But then the zombie slapped his knee, and between that undead contact and the thought of Sharteshanian piss on half his possessions, he wished suddenly and desperately to bathe. He had always been a tidy sort, sensitive to smells and clutter. Vienne had never called him neurotic to his face, but they had fought whenever her forge gubbins intruded upon the rest of the house. Matty knew that, too. He should have been keeping Uaid tidier.

Thinking about it, now Quigley was cross again. He looked away from Duane's questing gaze. The zombie didn't let him. "You must forgive me," he said, leaning into his field of view, "I, of course, can smell nothing. Do I, myself, offend also? Shall I also Core Leech my-"

"Aye," Quigley affirmed. Matty grabbed at the zombie's hands to stop him wiping himself from existence.

"No, Mr Adelier! Only your clothes! And maybe the old crusts and wrappers and fuzzy parts of Uaid's bum crack!"

Duane smiled at him kindly. "'Twould have to be only those, young master. The rest of me is well-warded and cannot possibly create an odour. But I do forget my clothing, and these have been strange days spent among strange - and apparently odoriferous - substances. With all humility, I apologise if I am the cause of anyone's distemper."

The zombie bowed his hooded head and Quigley could not dismiss the sincerity of the gesture.

It wasn't much, but he felt a little better. Matty threw his arms around his neck and wasn't immediately shrugged off.

"Papa, if we're going to stop, let's picnic! I'll make food and everyone can swim in the river while Mr Adelier cleans Uaid!" Matty dove for the sack of provisions Iori had gifted them in Ethelmik. "UAAAAID! <Find a grassy bank! No bugs!>"

Sette's brown and bedraggled mop popped up through the floor. "S'gonna be sammiches again? Why couldn't that large woman pack us any pies? Pies don't go stale but all the bread's gone hard as Jivi's head."

"Eat your putrid canned fish," Jivi shot back, "More for us. You don't friggin' know what hard is 'til you've had nothin' but hardtack for two weeks, landsman."

"I'd never be stoopid enough t'be in that situation," answered the Sharte with supreme smarm, "UAAAID! Find a stoppin' point near a town and I'll go nick us some proper food!"

"Like you robbed that chapel yesterday?" hissed Quigley, grabbing at her hair. He missed, of course, but then Sette turned and did the oddest thing. Deep into her voluminous britches she punched her right hand, and from the depths there she produced a small and sealed jar of pickled and peppered quail eggs.

"AYE. Like I robbed that chapel yesterday and came up with these pickled abominotions I know Plats love. Here."

Quigley caught the sparkling wee jar deftly. Ooh, Main Noire brand, from Valyne. He hadn't even seen the brand in years, with its gold foil label and curling vliegeng logo. Shrewd eyes darted to the Sharte. "What's the catch?"

"Givin' me flesh protector and me a ride, ain'tcha? Just stop castin' murder looks at everyone; makes me homesick."

Jivi gave the jar a once-over, then jutted his chin out.

"Whatcha brought me?"

"Look here-" Sette reached into her shirt and Jivi crowded forward to see. He was thrown off-balance when she suddenly hooked a naked foot into the back of his knee and shoved him hard in the chest. Arms wheeling for purchase, he fell back, towards the edge of the platform, but found nothing to grab but his attacker. Sette called him everything but a gentleman and they both toppled down into darkness. A splash reported their landing, then the sputtering jabber of a Crescian and a Sharte trying to outcurse each other.

"How much of that is piss down there?" asked Quigley, popping the seal on the eggs and laughing and laughing. Matty ooh'd and reached for one. Quigley felt a little better.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 26, 26 juin 1870, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Fladry, 27. Faubg. Poissonnière. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Costume de faye brun-havane, composé d'une jupe ronde, garnie d'un haut volant froncé, surmonté d'une ruche double, laquelle est séparée du volant par deux rubans de velours brun. Tunique plate devant, fendue sur les côtés fendus sont repliés en guise de revers. Corsage avec ceinture à basques, garni comme la tunique.

Havana-brown faye costume, consisting of a round skirt, trimmed with a gathered ruffle top, topped with a double ruffle, which is separated from the ruffle by two brown velvet ribbons. Flat tunic in front, slit on the slit sides are folded over as a lapel. Bodice with peplum belt, trimmed like the tunic.

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Robe courte en foulard gris avec bords dentelés, et de distance en distance crevés bleus. La longueur de cette robe ronde est complétée par un large volant de foulard bleu plissé à plis plats, fixé sous le bord dentelé de la robe grise. Tunique grise, doublée sur son bord inférieur de foulard bleu et repliée sur les côtés en dessus, de façon à laisser voir la bordure dont le contour est orné d'une ruche bleue; le côté replié est fixé sous un nœud-éventail fait en foulard bleu. Gilet à basques en foulard bleu; casaque ajustée grise, ouverte sur le gilet, avec volant et épaulettes à crevés bleus; ceinture bleue.

Short dress in gray foulard with jagged edges, and at intervals blue slashes. The length of this round dress is complemented by a wide ruffle of pleated blue foulard with flat pleats, attached under the jagged edge of the gray dress. Gray tunic, lined on its lower edge with blue foulard and folded on the sides above, so as to reveal the border whose outline is decorated with a blue ruffle; the folded side is fixed under a fan bow made from blue foulard. Blue foulard peplum vest; gray fitted coat, open over the vest, with blue slashed frill and epaulettes; blue belt.

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Petite fille de huit ans. Robe en foulard pourpre garnie d'un volant; corselet sans manches avec rubans pourpres noués sur les épaules par-dessus le corsage montant, fait en mousseline blanche avec manches longues. Tunique de mousseline blanche, relevée sur les côtés par des rubans pourpres; ceinture de même ruban.

Eight-year-old little girl's dress. Purple foulard dress trimmed with a ruffle; Sleeveless corselet with purple ribbons tied on the shoulders over the high bodice, made in white chiffon with long sleeves. White muslin tunic, raised on the sides with purple ribbons; belt of the same ribbon.

[lorelaisdiary]

I was curious,

Could I get a Larry Johnson x Reader (could be plat or romantic) where Reader, after being shamed upon by Travis, feels insecure about herself (specifically stomach or arms?)

- yours truly, slash j.

Content warnings: bullying, reader is insecure, reader is a female, it’s mentioned that reader has a period, explicit language, it’s never specified whether reader and Larry are together or not so it’s up to you to decide, and characters may be ooc because I haven’t played Sally Face in a long time

Larry Johnson X Female! Reader - The Comfort of Having Someone

Summary: After being shamed by Travis, you try to ditch school without any of your friends noticing. Unfortunately, Larry knew what game you were trying to play and played it better than you did.

Author’s note: I was so excited to get this. This is my first ever request and I couldn’t be happier that it’s about Larry!:) I do want to apologize because it took me so long to write this. Just remember, your body is beautiful!!💛

“You should stop eating. If you don’t, people might start to think you’re eating for two.” Travis’s comment made you look down at your stomach. You slowly pushed the plate of food in front of you away.

Travis walked away from the table you were sitting at and you only noticed your friend group heading towards your table when Chug sat across from you. “Here. Do you want this?” You were already sliding your plate across the table towards the chubby boy and smiled at him as he gobbled the food down. Maple sat down beside him and everyone else filed in as they found their places at the table.

“Were you not hungry?” Ashley asked as she watched you closely. Something had been up with you for a while and she wanted to ask but didn’t want to hurt or offend you by mentioning the changes that had been happening.

“I ate before and I’m not hungry right now.” You softly replied with a smile on your face. You ignored the pain in your stomach as you swallowed your desire to eat. It would all be worth it once you lost that weight. It would all be worth it when everyone stopped making fun of you for your stomach, your arms, your thighs, your body in general.

You smile awkwardly at your friends as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. It was a subconscious movement but Ashley and Todd noticed it. Todd reached a hand out and gently placed it on your back.

Ashley reached out to move your hair from your eyes. You shook your head and the hair moved but Ashley still moved it for you as it had fallen almost immediately back into place. “You know, I think you should eat something else. Maybe like a bag of chips?” Ashley gently tried to coax you into eating something and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think I should. I don’t want my stomach to hurt.” Tension began rising at the table as your hand gripped the edge of your hoodie. Todd kept his hand on your back and gently patted it as Larry and Sal stared at you.

You pulled away from the table and heard Todd’s hand hit something as you grabbed your bag from the floor. You just wanted to leave and not be bothered with any of it anymore.

You found yourself hiding in the girls bathroom and felt somewhat proud of yourself. You would only be able to deal with one person at a time and so only Ashley would come to find you. You had closed and locked yourself into the third stall and held your breath when the door to the bathroom opened.

“R/n?” That was Larry’s voice. You were curious as to how he even managed to sneak past the teachers that usually guarded the bathrooms during the lunch hour. You closed your eyes for a moment and held your breath. You didn’t think Larry would’ve come into the women’s bathroom but you also didn’t think he would go and steal that stop sign that was in front of the police station. Maybe you needed to stop having faith in Larry and his ability to make decisions.

Not that your decision making was any better. You helped him almost steal a car at one point in time. It was Lisa’s but in the end, he managed to ask for the keys instead of just grabbing them. You stayed silent and lifted your feet off the ground. Larry had been smoking earlier that morning so you knew there was a high change he would completely overlook you.

You kept quiet and waited for him to leave. He would once he realized you weren’t in the bathroom. You heard the bathroom door close and you let a breath out as you smiled to yourself. You were at least smart enough to keep yourself hidden in the stall.

When you finally decided to exit, you had made a mental note of the window that was in the bathroom. You could probably fit out of it and when you did get out of the school, you’d immediately go home to find your bed. You silently opened the stall and squeezed out, feeling excitement fill your body when you seen the bathroom empty.

You could just go home and do whatever you felt like without having the judgement of anyone else. You were tired of Travis and on top for Travis, you were tired of your friends. They judged you for whatever you did in response to the constant bullying.

Your bag was draped across your shoulder and felt heavy as you looked at the window above the sinks. You could climb up onto the porcelain sink and then go out the window. You lifted yourself up onto the sink and pushed the window open. You threw your bag out the window and followed after it, groaning when you hit the ground.

You hurried away from the school and frowned when you felt genuine sadness fill you. You usually weren’t very sensitive and made sure to keep your emotions hidden. It wasn’t everyday that someone could manage to upset you.

You found yourself blindly walking down the concrete road and you tried to hide your excitement behind your blank face. You knew that you would be home and there was no telling what you would do once you got into the house. You could sleep, drink, smoke, literally anything you wanted to and there wouldn’t be a single person there to judge you.

You knew that you would most likely fall asleep once you got home but it was fun to think

You felt the wind blow a little harder and frowned at the realization that the weather probably wasn’t going to stay sunny.

“R/n?” Larry was somehow behind you. You turned around and stared at him with a look of pure shock.

“What the fuck?” You questioned as he laughed quietly.

“Yeah, I know you and I knew you would be trying to leave the situation instead of facing it.” Larry looked like he was disappointed in you which was ironic coming from him.

“You don’t know that. How do you know I didn’t start my period or maybe I got sick?” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the road. Larry just stared at you with the look Lisa would give when she caught y’all smoking together.

“R/n, everyone has noticed it. You haven’t been eating even when it’s just us, you don’t eat. I think Sal got you to eat a pack of crackers Saturday night. What’s wrong?” Larry wasn’t one to get mushy and make something about his emotions but apparently he could get mushy when it came to you and your eating habits.

“I… don’t think it’s any of your business what is going on with me. You should focus on yourself.” You turned away from Larry and kept walking down the road. You didn’t mean to be rude but you also didn’t think it was any of Larry’s business.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and quickened your pace as you just wanted to take a nap. You didn’t want Larry or any of the rest of them to question you or make you feel worse than Travis did.

You caught sight of the apartments and it made you feel slight comfort. That meant that you would be able to just lay in the comfort of your own room without the worries of Travis or literally anyone bothering you. You were real big on the not being bothered.

You stepped into the apartment building and was quick to step into the elevator. You watched the light in the elevator flicker as it came to a stop on your floor. The doors opened and you made a run for it, knowing Larry probably went to go get your friends.

He would bring them to the apartments and then… well, you didn’t know what would happen then. You locked your front door and went to lay on the couch, your eyes immediately closing once your body was on the couch.

You felt someone shake you aggressively and you swung your hand out, hitting something. You opened your eyes completely and sat up, confused. Your mom didn’t get off until ten that night and there was no way you just smacked her.

Larry was standing in front of you with a grimace on his face. “Didn’t expect you to hit me but man, you need to talk to me. I can help.” You stared blankly at Larry, a feeling of irritation building. Why did he care so much? It wasn’t like he understood what you were going through.

“Larry, please leave. I’m not in the mood to argue with you.” You whispered out as you stood up from the couch. “How the hell did you even get in here?” You stared at Larry with confusion as he held up the key that you gave him when the two of you became close friends. “Oh.” You whispered out.

Larry wrapped his arms around you and not even a few moments later, you were sobbing. Your face was shoved into his shoulder as you made sure he wouldn’t be able to see your face. Larry moved the two of you to the couch and you curled up on his lap.

You knew there was a possibility that you would get a noise complaint from the neighbor and Larry would end up going over there in the heat of the moment to confront them like he always did. “I just can’t do it anymore. I’m tired.” You sobbed out into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You just wanted any form of comfort you could get even if it was physical touch.

“He is always making comments about my body and it’s been building up. God, I know I’m gross. I know I’m fat and my body looks disgusting but that doesn’t mean I need to constantly hear about how everyone finds me revolting.” You pulled away as Larry’s hand wrapped around your waist. His fingers had touched your stomach and you hated it.

“R/n, you’re not revolting. I’ve seen your stomach and your body in all it’s glory.” Larry made a small joke as he wrapped an arm around your waist. He wanted you to see yourself how he seen you. “I think you’re really pretty.” Larry softly spoke, hoping he wouldn’t scare you.

“I have stretch marks on my fucking body, Larry. Look at my body. Travis is right. He is handsome. He doesn’t have stretch marks and his arms don’t unnecessarily move when he does anything.” Your tears had stopped falling as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“R/n… your body is normal. I have stretch marks from when I got taller. It just means your body grew which is normal, okay? And, your arms are normal too. Unless you constantly work on your arms, they’re going to be soft and move. It’s apart of being human.” Larry looked confused for a moment before he just nodded along with what he had said. You stared at him from across the room and the look on your face made him laugh.

“I’m sorry, but you look like you’re in disbelief.” Larry looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen before. Larry got off of the couch and wrapped his arms around you again. His chin was resting on your head and within a moment, you had forgotten about what Travis said.

You slapped Larry away and he looked at you with shock on his face. “Hey, who said all that shit to you, anyways?” You thought for a moment. If you told him the truth, he would try to fight Travis and you didn’t want that but if you didn’t tell him the truth, he would call you out on your bullshit.

“Travis but you can’t do anything to him! He don’t mean it.” You automatically latched onto Larry to prevent him from going to fight Travis. You knew if Larry didn’t fight Travis that day, he’d do it at school and get suspended or even expelled. He always was the impulsive one out of everyone.

“I knew that little fucker would start on you someday. I just didn’t think he’d leave Sal alone long enough to do it.” Larry grumbled as he sat down on your couch. You smiled nervously at him as you sat beside him.

“It doesn’t matter. Usually, I wouldn’t take it seriously but you know, I’ve heard it so much lately that I just feel like it’s true.” You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at Larry with a small smile. You wanted him to know that you could take it but it just built up. You wouldn’t have mentioned it any other time because you would be able to handle it then.

“Still, if I catch the little bitch making fun of you or your body again, I’ll fuck him up.” Larry made you laugh. Something about the situation was funny to you and you didn’t know what it was.

“Just leave him alone. It doesn’t matter.” You whispered out from beside Larry.

“It does though. You were just sobbing about how ugly you feel because of him and now, apparently you’re okay? I find that hard to believe.” Larry wasn’t a genius but he did know when something was up with you.

“Yeah. I think I’m okay now.” You commented as you moved to lay down on the couch. “This happens all the time. I’ll cry and feel terrible and then I feel better and it’s like, a cycle.” You murmured out as you closed your eyes.

“That’s… not normal.” Larry looked at you with a small frown before you gently kicked him in his stomach.

“I swear it doesn’t matter. It just hurt for a bit.” You whispered out quietly. You didn’t want to say anything else because if you did, Larry would make a good point.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I am telling Sal, though.” Larry looked at you with a small smile and that small smile made you feel internal panic.

“No, don’t tell Sal. He’s already got enough to worry about.” You pouted as you glared at Larry.

“Only if you let me punch Travis.” Larry commented as he began trying to fish something out of his pocket.

“Dude, no.” You sat up and crossed your arms. You were internally grateful that Larry was arguing with you as it calmed you. It made you feel so much better about the situation that had occurred.

Majority of the night was spent with the two of you bickering about what Larry would do to Travis the next day and cuddling. It was a relief that you didn’t have to think about what Travis said anymore. You knew Larry would fix the situation even if he had to do something you considered drastic. And with that, the two of you kept arguing even when you both thought you were done arguing.

[boxheadpaint]

i sink in and out of myself with no warning and can either go near silent in messages or not shut tha hell up ever. This makes me mysterious but moreso annoying and difficult to work with. so what i need at this point is a boat i can take out to sea so therell at least be some good reason for it. sorry i went quiet inexplicably for multiple weeks again, i was isolated on the waves again.

did some cleaning in the living room yesterday, was going pretty alright til i bashed my bad swollen toe so hard i screeched myself hoarse. but i am trying to be happy with what i did manage to do, as the table is visible again and a lot of old mail is thrown out. i also hacked my partners old 3ds (could not find my own) which was fun- taking the sd card out of a 'new 3ds' model is so troublesome though. i dont have high hopes at this point for my plat save's survival but gotta try.

have been getting vinny to curl up in bed with me. its easier said than done because its at that time of night he once again gets silly, though once i can carefully get him next to me he can remain still and happy. just gotta be careful about hands, as he will rush them for petting and slash or playing. hes growing pretty well but his eyes stay Hyuge

need to do doctor shit. dont want to but got to. the usual, also heart monitor at the end of the month. i just wanna see bunnies, man

3/9/2024, 1% per six hours

[little-red-fool]

Ok, have some basic wf tips with some questions regarding socialization at the bottom:

-Best early game warframes are Rhino and literally every Warframe you can get from the Tenno Lab of a Clan Dojo. You can check guides to see how each frame is built, but i can also give you an overview directly if any warframe specifically catches your eye.

-Level up your damage mods and elemental damage mods. They will get you through with your weapons.

-Each weapon has either a higher crit chance or a higher status chance. Build either a full crit build for a weapon or a status build with elemental mods (best are viral, corrosive against grineer, heat and slash) depending on which stat is higher for your weapon. (Btw, you normally get weapons by buying their blueprints from the market for credits, yes for credits not plat, then building it wih the right materials. Same for Warframes, but you need to craft their components first which drop from their own places before you can craft the blueprint for the warframe itself)

-Experiment, get slots from Nightwave or by buying them with plat (if you still have starter plat remaining), and stick with weapons you enjoy using the most rather than whats meta or good. You can get an Mk-1 strun (a very bad weapon for all but the very early game) to kill level 100+ enemies, so meta is a suggestion. (Also, theres a set of mk-1 weapons you can buy for credits which are slightly worse versions of the same weapon without the mk-1 prefix. They serve as intro weapons and consider buying them, but remember to sell them if you need slots/get their base counterpart or a better weapon)

-Progress through the starchart at your own pace. All Warframe content since 2022 and probably forever will be locked behind the New War quest. Do not fret over this, Warframe is not made to be rushed. Play at your pace, everything can be earned.

-Prime gear is not necessary to do good in Warframe, it is a bonus

-If youre confused by the story, thats normal

-if you ever get stuck, the wiki is your friend (but i am also available, being a veteran of the game)

So, yea, that should be all you need to know to get started. Now, onto questions regarfing your interaction with the community:

1. How much do you usually interact with other fandoms youre in?

2. Do you even wish to be a part of the Waframe fandom?

3. Do you prefer to stay at a distance or would you like to interact a bit more? (Asking cause if its the latter, I can offer to be your training wheels considering the sheer number of people in the warframe community im actively friends with).

Ok, thats about all of the questions i can think of right now, but heres one more thing:

Warframe is a game filled to the brim with customization and fashion. It is an oc creator's wet dream. So just saying, if you like making ocs like your blog suggest you do, you will not wanna miss out on the later content in Warframe, trust me. As a proud owner of a bunch of ocs made over the course of multiple years...I would know

Ahh thank you so much this will probably help me a lot! (genuinely had no clue what I was doing in game lmao) I’ll have a look into these when I next log on because I’ll most likely need to change and upgrade stuff like mods, and I’ll try to acquire more Warframes since Excalibur’s the only one I’ve got right now. Also you’re 100% right about the OCs when I saw the amount of customisation options I was so excited lol

In terms of interacting with fandoms whilst I’d like to be able to be more social in the future I’m mostly just a casual observer at the moment, the extent of my interaction is usually just drawing and reblogging fanart, occasionally coming up with theories if I’m really invested in the story but that’s about as much as I interact most of the time and I’ll probably be like that for a while longer knowing me.

That being said I really appreciate the offer and I’m very grateful for the help you’ve given me, thank you so much! :)

[0minimity]

+ some more. Slash plat

awwg :33 squishing you. eyeing that + some more of yours. <333

[the-rookinator-3000]

i luv u too cookie!

I sure do love gayr the gayget guy

me too . isnt she beautiful

[stars-around-scars-collective]

hello beautful and amazing moot that I don't really talk to but love you lots so much slash plat<3<3<3<3

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (don't gotta answer if ya'll don't want to!!)

Awh you are so sweet

Worlds Smallest Violin by AJR

Mine/Yours by Wilbur Soot

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Alligator Skin Boots by McCafferty

The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer

-Wil🚬🧨

@anon-h3art @nightdivided @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @bugs05 @thesleepysystem @bb-bugspot @normalalter @clinging-to-a-dream @blitzosicedcoffee @sinnlos-star

[neopronouns]

flag id: a flag with 4 stripes. in order, they are light orange, dark faded cyan, light grey, and black. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

plataesthetic: an orientation in which aesthetic attraction is experienced the same as or indistinguishable from platonic attraction

[pt: plataesthetic: an orientation in which aesthetic attraction is experienced the same as or indistinguishable from platonic attraction. end pt]

for anon! this flag is based on the original platoni- flag (which, based on its color meanings, is intended as a platoniromantic flag), my platonisexual flag, and the shades of yellow and pink often used to represent platonic and aesthetic attraction. the term 'platoniaesthetic' can also mean something else, so i'm only using the plat- prefix here!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

[buffporcupine]

WHAT DOES SLASH PLAT MEANS...

SLASH PLATONIC SO I MEAN WHAT I SSID IN A PLATINIC WAY