#sorry that this is kinda a trojan horse of a post. come in with the promise of beef ref and get blasted with me thinking

[gemharvest]

wyd!Boyfriend (Beef) Reference Sheet

Extra info will be under a cut to spare y'alls dashboards, but here the guy is. The Beef Bastard. For anyone who desires to draw him.

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Design Notes:

Palette is flexible; can be drawn in this palette, with canon BF's palette, or given a custom palette. Colored lines are not a requisite, but if you do pure black lines while using the ref's palette, please keep everything using that color the same color (ie; his piercing, opt. nail color, sweater on Christmas outfit, etc).

Shirt does not have to be tucked! I mostly drew it like that just to have the belt visible; up to you if you want to draw it half-tucked or untucked. idc

Shading colors are optional, I just have them there because I like using them; I personally still draw the shade in on his hat/ hair, but that's just how I like doing it. His hair base can be either color tbh it doesn't matter much to me, I just have it marked as the lighter color bc that's what feels right to me personally.

Would have a square face shape & brown eyes when not as stylized as the ref. I do not have a specific eye color picked out, as I do not see myself drawing it, but anything works as long as it's a darker brown.

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His playlist is at the end of this post (both Spotify and YouTube versions), but if you just want to hear his sample songs, here are links (+ 2 honorable mentions):

(fw + eyestrain) WHOKILLEDXIX - Kismet

Marina - Are You Satisfied?

(fw + insect & xray clips) Will Wood - Cicada Days

Twenty One Pilots - Fake You Out

100 gecs - 745 sticky

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Base Info:

Cisgender bisexual (he/him); polyamorous.

Has: ADHD with RSD; anger issues that usually come out to “protect” himself (can be to “protect” others as well, tho); an inferiority complex that makes him highly competitive & masks as a superiority complex.

Astraphobic (fear of thunder & lightning) as well as having a fear of abandonment. Other than that, he’s comically fearless; acting on impulse rather than any sense.

Has a bad acne problem; some on his face, but the worst of it is on his back.

Wears loose clothes, and kinda just throws on whatever he finds first. (Which tends to be his usual outfit.)

Slightly chubby, but his clothes make it harder to tell.

Street-smart, in spite of his general stupidity. Able to hold himself pretty well in a fight, as long as he’s thinking clearly.

Fairly strong as well, though he doesn’t make an active effort to work out. Stupids his way into being able to lift shit, I guess.

Shaves his face (prefers the look) but doesn’t bother with the rest of his body. 👍

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Headcanons:

(there is a lot here, I do not blame you if you don't read all of these 🙏)

Stims with a lot of repetitive hand movements (shaking, snapping motion w/o sound, opening and closing); beeps are sometimes vocal stims as well.

Would benefit from chewlery dear god, but would also need high strength ones. Maybe one day someone will get him a chew stim.

Enjoys high energy & loud music. Obviously a rap fan, but would enjoy breakcore/ speedcore/ hyperpop and similar genres, as well as things like YTPMVs or stupid mashups.

His beeping is not a language, as is the same in canon, though it generally has enough of a rhythm to it that people can get the gist of the intended words the longer they're around him.

95% of the time he speaks in beeps, and if he needs to relay info to someone who doesn't understand it, he'll write his words down (as long as it's an option).

Not comfortable speaking regularly, but can do it if the situation calls for it. Takes a lot to get to that point though, and was way less confident in his words when he was younger.

His beeping can also be a vocal stim, as mentioned previously, which can throw conversation off. Beeps will also lose their proper rhythm if he's upset/ super excited and etc., making them harder to understand.

Loves small animals, rats being a particular example, and is also fascinated by insects.

Usually just ignores insects, but picks up a catch & release habit w/ ones that get inside from GF.

When they get a shared apartment, he's the one who spends the most time in it, usually alone and working on music. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed by missing his partners being around, but manages it well knowing they'll be back soon.

Likes involving his partners with his music. Most of his album covers are art by GF, and will ask Pico for input on mixing or just general thoughts on how it sounds. Will sometimes get them to do vocals as well (takes a lot of coaxing for Pico to agree, so GF features more often than he will).

Usually prefers his nails unpainted, but will let GF paint them to match with her and/ or Pico.

Before Pico entered their relationship, he had his nails painted more frequently to match her. Went down in frequency because Pico really likes it & it became something the two do together. BF is not excluded, he’s just more indifferent about it whereas Pico and GF actively like painted nails.

Prefers black above all, then blue, but also enjoys red or green for his partners.

HUGE issue with picking at acne/ scabs. Has tons of little scars from doing it.

Clingy as shiiiittt to those he’s close to. Will not be the first to let go of a hug and will be content to cling to someone for hours; need to take care of his body be damned.

Related; he has issues wanting to stay up to work on projects instead of get proper sleep, but is pretty easily convinced to go to bed if his partners are around. Because cuddle time babyyyyyy.

Can’t cook for shit. Is like a Sim with 0 cooking skill and insanely bad luck. Best dude can do is make a sandwich/ salad/ anything that doesn’t require the oven or stove, and even then he sticks to simple things because he wants to do other shit.

Relied a lot on fast food/ pre-made meals when on his own. Once moved in with his partners, Pico cooks a lot of the meals & eventually is able to teach BF and GF enough of the basics to where they can prep stuff on days he’s gone.

BF is way slower to take to cooking than GF is; ADHD partially at fault (not finding it “worth it” = not going out of his way to cook still = learns way slower, which also makes it more frustrating). He gets it eventually tho it’s Okay.

Can be kinda an ass to those he doesn’t know, though more because he’s not thinking about it than actually being malicious. Though if he realizes he’s coming off rude he doesn’t quiiiiteee care. This behavior bites him in the ass w/ how he thinks about himself but whatever he’s not thinking in the moment.

Can sometimes be hostile when first meeting people, though usually isn’t too bad.

(RGBFverse exclusive, he is super hostile to the other BFs out of confusion, and then lashes out to keep himself from getting close, because he assumes he will be let down if he does. This later feeds into a fear that, after he becomes calm around them, none of them really like him, because why would they, after how he acted?)

Has spirals related to his inferiority complex where he begins lashing out at others to push them away, because he feels they’re going to leave anyways. These don’t happen often, but it’s really hard for him to pull himself out of it when they do. Feels he’s wearing others’ patience thin, but he appreciates those who stick through it nonetheless.

List subject to change, most likely w/ new additions as I remember things I forgot, or just clarifying anything I may have worded poorly.

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3 songs didn't make it to the Spotify playlist because they aren't up on there. Otherwise, both have the same songs & are ordered the same.

[evanthenerd83]

Blood And Ink: The First Two

So, I just logged back onto Tumblr and discovered that many of you guys and girls and ghouls are still confused about the posts. The ones with weird text and distorted pictures. A few of you guys have even noticed bold letters in some of my recent stories. And I know that you might be confused as to why I never addressed them. Well, I’ll get to them in a later update.

You might have guessed that the Thing made them. You’d be correct. I had no part in posting them.

I’ll just recap the whole series of events for those who haven’t visited my blog.

Something has been leaving me notes and changing pictures and trying to get my attention for two weeks now. At first, I thought that it was just a hacker or a troll; an asshole who was trying to get a reaction out of me. Somebody could have stolen my password. Or maybe a computer virus. It seemed plausible since my laptop’s security program expired in September. But when I tried to install anti-malware, the scan didn’t find anything. No Trojan Horse. No signs of outside intrusion.

I still don’t know what it is exactly. Many of its notes are quite informational. Expositional even. It always writes in the first person and keeps re-using certain words or phrases.

It also seems to know me a great deal, like on a personal level.

Anyway, I should really be explaining how everything started and actually showing you the notes themselves. Sorry for rambling.

I found the first note on November 26th when I was finishing up the first draft of a story. The story was titled “I’ll Know” and turned out to be a real rock. Difficult to get through. You can read the final product here and on Reddit. The story itself doesn’t matter as much as what I was doing at the time. I saved it onto my laptop’s hard drive and went to check on a poem. I started to read down the list of text documents, but stopped at the second entry.

It was a new document, simply titled “Hello There”. My satisfaction from writing became confusion, so I scrolled over to view its information. It had been created a minute before I had saved the story. It wasn’t that big of a document either. I clicked on it.

Here is the full text:

“Hello?

Can you read me?

Of course you can. You do have eyes, after all.

Sorry for being stupid. I’m kinda new to this. I guess you have all the experience. You’ve been the one writing.

I haven’t written to you before.

I’ve only prayed.

But you already know that. You’ve been listening to me for a while now. You had to be. How else could I be here?

Come to think of it, I don’t know how I’m even writing this without you.

Hey. That reminds me.

Can you please write again?”

Yes. I was confused. Mainly due to the fact that I didn’t remember writing it. But as I read it over and over again, it became clear to me that I must have forgotten about it. I already have a terrible memory when it comes to school and names and it sounded like one of my stories. Some meta elements mixed with a narrator who is either mentally unstable or a paranormal entity. I’ve certainly entertained the idea in the past.

Not that I’ve actually shown them to anyone. Never came out right.

I didn’t delete it if that’s what you’re wondering. I just shrugged it off and forgot about the fact that it had been created as I was writing a story. I wish I hadn’t.

A week passed. Once again, writer’s block struck. I had school and other things to worry about (You should already know this if you have been following any of my previous updates on this blog or on Twitter). The typical stuff. An unit test in Economics. I hadn’t started working on the unit vocabulary when I should have. And it didn’t help that my school put on a play, The Wedding Singer, and I had to usher. Not to mention the fact that I had to work at a recreation center again. I didn’t have time to actually sit down and write.

Even when I did have some free time, as work was cancelled over the weekend thanks to a snowstorm, I wasted my time by watching YouTube. Procrastination kept me from doing anything. Until that Sunday.

I forced myself to sit down and open up notepad. I needed to write something for you guys and girls and ghouls after a week of silence. It wasn’t easy to face that blank sheet of paper though. If I don’t write for a long period of time, then my ability to write degrades. Words slip through my fingers and I can’t really settle on a way to start a story. The quality of my stories suffer.

But as I was staring at my laptop screen, I decided to check on “I’ll Know”.

And as I clicked on the “open” tab and moved the cursor to slid down the scroller, I saw another document. The second note. It was titled “I’m Sorry”. It was created on December 1st. Last Friday. My heart skipped a beat when I read that. I hadn’t used my laptop in days.

I bit my lip and opened it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I know that you were busy and probably wouldn’t have been able to read my note. Let alone respond. God. I’m so stupid.

I really am sorry. You must be angry at me. That’s why you’ve been ignoring me, isn’t it?

I can wait.”

My confusion returned and this time, I couldn’t rationalize it away. I hadn’t written this one and forgotten about it. I couldn’t have.

I stared at the screen for a couple of minutes.

And then, I shook my head, turned off my laptop, and stuffed it underneath my bed.