#the color spectrum is over 2 hours

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

people saying the new hozier album is too long (1 hour) would never survive listening to the dear hunter

[astralnymphh]

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate before reading. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this. DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

jackson!ellie who makes the first move? kiss–wise. cause okay— we've got the scene from the actual game where dina locks in that first kiss, a drunken whim, and whatnot, but what about ellie doing so? allow me to conjure a picture up; that freckled, mellow–eyed portrait leveled to your face, her lips pinched to a demure crease— tense enough on the corners to hollow her dimples, the fat auburn worms above her eyes tweaking alongside a nod to your wisping words that enlighten her very eager brain right now, arms slack to wrap your waist and frisky warm upon the sacral of your spine with palms overlaid, waddling in a legato and sluggish manner to each pace of song. your lips are consistently ashift, lacing over every honeyed vowel that kept this silly little girl christened ellie— too attentive. eyes unto your lips, pupils enlarge and bedim all color to her organ–throbbing crush on you, a feeling, fennels and columbines a manifestation inside her flattered eyes watching you speak, "y'know, i just think that everybody on patrol is a dumb cunt, n' can't shoot for shit. maria needs to reassign." and, my. how words of curses and a rigid, shit–talking nature blow from your throat like a damn aria, on and on rambling, contract some balled sensation in ellie's gut to burst open a thousand angels serenading— their feathers a silken uncomfortableness in her guts. how it pushed her, made her spine shiver, made her face slowly tilt in, made her brows flinch sunken into the sea of her skin, and a little voice compelled her when you spoke, "totally should assign you and i—" mmmph. two mouths sealed as one. ellie, who was already a magnet, reached voice to voice and consumed the trails of your speech, flesh chapped yet somewhat plump and velvety of a 'sorry' she could not push into vocals rolled over the knoll of yours, pursing her top lip inside as her mouth steals your bottom one, an ample pressure on your inner–cheek that smushes her cute button nose as it pokes, and releases when she departs your consumption of that sudden kiss. her face lingers, still slanted, eyes darting across your face maddenly for any ounce of a reaction written in flesh, unsure on whether to sanction you some breathing room or to mention boldly about it— but you're too damn pretty to fleet away, so she decides to act somewhere balanced upon that spectrum gently, "did i do okay?" not 'was that okay?' nor 'fuck, m'sorry.' but those foolproof words, yet the look of a lost puppy was most pitiful on her features. you chuckle dry, and her palms flock to your waist— gripping, narrowing the answer out of you so timid, you have to chuckle the reply out as well, "more than okay," and you soften, bored of the blurry, obnoxious string lights a mere background to her big head, "very okay, williams." and shut the scene to nothing, pulling her rosy heat on your lips, once more.

sorry gays, idk what came over me. fluffy hours

(gif from nramvv on pinterest)

[jadeddangel]

if you do poly stuff could I get a Lute x reader x Adam

I 100% DO POLY STUFF OMFG I SIMP FOR THEM SO BAD

Lute x reader x Adam

Headcannons and blurbs

warnings: hints of smut here and there but mostly toothrotting fluff

If you are under the age of 18 or legal age, please don't interact

Adam may not always treat you and lute the best but there's never really a doubt from either of you

Adam does his best to spend time equally but unfortunately with lute being his second in command he's constantly working with her

The moment one of their masks comes off when they get home on the other hand they're both yours for as Ling as they can be

Adam and lute had been gone all day, between planning the exterminations and dealing with having to train new exterminators they were wiped. You had worked as a secretary for Sera and Emily, so you were usually home pretty late. Adam and Lute picked up some pizza on the way home and were just waiting. Emily had been running you ragged having you play with her, color for hours, climb through a play place that she insisted on having for the younger sould and unfortunately she hadn't really taken into account that you needed to eat, so all day you had been starving. You were finally allowed to go home after heaven started to get dark to allow souls to rest. You were trugging up the stairs of your building going straight to your shared loft. You stepped into the loft, kicking your shoes off and hanging your bag, taking notice to the 2 masks already at the door. "Guys, I'm home!" You called out weakly as you stepped into the living room. They were sitting together on the couch cuddled up together while watching a movie. Lute took notice to you first and moved so she was standing on her knees on the couch as she waved you over. You gave her a weak smile as you leaned down and gave her a sweet kiss putting your hand on the side of her head as she immediately pulled you down more letting the kiss start to get heated as she pushed her tongue into her mouth. At this point, Adam took notice of you being back due to the happy little hums and heavy breaths that he was hearing next to him, Adam cleared his throat, trying to bring attention back to him. Lute pulled away before kissing your nose playfully. You laughed a bit before looking over at Adam. Adam gave you a small smile "Well hi there, sugar tits.. where's my kiss, huh? A kiss for your favorite boy?" Adam teased

It was often like this calm and sweet, and aside from Adam's minor sexist and misogynistic moments here and there

Lute always called him on his shit though

The only time your routine ever changed was the week after the exterminations

That was when mating season started, due to most of the angels being bird or animal based, which caused heaven to basically shut down

You, Adam, and lute just stayed in your apartment making a nest out of pillows and blankets

It was also one of the only times Adam took over cooking, insisting that you needed rest for later activities

Now, when it comes down to sex, Adam refuses to bottom, and so does lute (but not as harshly), leaving you between a rock and a hard place when you try to top

They're definitely big on restraints ,breeding, and marking. They just have to let anyone and everyone know who you belong to

Lute is rather quiet ob the vocal spectrum, and Adam only lets out curses and heavy breathes

Adam literally sucks at aftercare. He'll waste all of his energy focusing on fucking you silly that he's usually passed out by the end of it

Now, don't get lute wrong she loves you and loves to take care of you, but she isn't the best at aftercare either.

Lute will get you in a nice warm bath, maybe put warm compresses and massage on places that hurt and then will just put on a show in the background

Lute usually pays more attention to cleaning you up rather than Adam, she just takes a damp rag and just wipes him down

Cuddles are a must between the 2 of them

I mean it, they're so scared of losing you that they cling to you for dear life the moment you get home

[delta-orionis]

People tend to get Very Upset upon learning that a lot of things in space don't look the way they do in photos (most nebulae viewed through a telescope appear gray or pale green, for example). I think it's important to emphasize that the objects in photos are being captured by cameras, not human eyes, which perceive light in a very different way.

Many telescopes (like JWST) capture light invisible to human eyes, so colors in the visible spectrum are assigned to the image so that it can be perceptible to humans. Pictures of things like nebulae and galaxies also tend to have extremely long exposures (they can range from minutes to hours to even days), while the human eye has an exposure time of less than a fraction of a second, and thus perceives color differently.

Re: Neptune not being as blue as we originally thought, those iconic pictures of Neptune and Uranus were taken more than 30 years ago by Voyager 2- no other flybys have occurred since. Those photos were processed three decades ago using three-decade-old techniques, so of course processing them with more modern techniques would end up being more accurate. If (and when) spacecraft with more modern equipment get close enough to take new pictures, they will probably be closer to true color. (source) (source)

I personally think the revelation that Neptune and Uranus are very similar in color is kind of nice. They're already about the same size, and they tend to get thought of like twins. Uranus also gets a lot of flack because its name sounds funny in English (and most people mispronounce it anyways). I'm anthropomorphizing them, I know, but people tend to view them as more boring than the other planets and that makes me sad. They don't deserve the hate.

TLDR: If perceived by the human eye from close up, many things in space would look very boring. I think it's nice that telescopes help us see things that we wouldn't be able to otherwise. Ramble over, lol

[deoidesign]

do you have any tips on color harmony and the colors of the rainbow? I'm trying to draw a 10 color rainbow but I'm struggling to make the colors match and any color system like RYB, RGB, CMYK or Munsell doesn't work (Usually green doesn't go well with the transition to blue or purple and yellow get stronger shades than other nearby colors)

Color harmony is a really complicated subject, so definitely remember to be patient with yourself.

Colors are significantly affected by how they interact with each other. A red next to orange will look different than a red next to green, which will look different next to blue... etc.

This is really important when it comes to making a color palette, because the colors you use WILL play with eachother, so you have to be sure they're playing nice.

This piece, for example, is entirely red. It's all the exact same hue, but the value and saturation makes the colors still distinct from eachother.

When making a rainbow, especially with 10 distinct steps, you have a lot of potential with your colors.

Personally I use HSB/HSV sliders when I'm illustrating. Hue, Saturation, and Black/Value. This lets me be as precise as possible when I'm selecting my colors.

I'll be explaining everything with these terms! (Hue, Saturation, and Value)

1: These colors vary only on hue 2: These colors vary on hue and saturation 3: These colors vary on the hue and value

You can see how much each of these will affect the colors and how they look next to eachother. Manipulating these factors can give you a lot of control over your palette.

Now, I'm varying which color is the "focus" of the palette. I'm also modifying every aspect of HSB to make them play nice.

4: This palette has a lot more yellows and oranges than the rest, and barely any/no blues 5: This palette is an even spread, 5 colors are warm and 5 are cool. 6: This palette focuses mostly on green 7: this palette focuses more on the purple and blue side of the spectrum.

If you're finding you're struggling well with green transitioning to blue and purple, then you can just have some more greens to make it feel smoother.

When manipulating all three sliders, you can make rainbows that are entirely tinted to a certain hue. This can get you really cohesive palettes.

8: tinted yellow 9: tinted blue/green 10: tinted pink/purple

When your palette is like this, you'll find that putting in a contrasting color will pop significantly more.

(These contrasting colors are pulled from the original fully saturated rainbow that I put together, #1. Notice how different the colors look here than they did in their original palette!)

You can use this effect as you please or avoid it as much as you like!

As always with art more information is key to making your decisions.

Exercises I suggest to understand color theory better:

Making pieces without using specific colors (try to make something look "Green" without using green)

Make a cool toned rainbow and a warm toned rainbow (every color has a cool and a warm variant) and draw something with each of them (one drawing cool, the same drawing warm)

Use red for shadows and green for light, and then draw the same thing with green for shadows and red for light (or any 2 opposite colors

Copy art and photography that has colors you like, but DON'T color pick until you're done to see how close you were (don't post pieces where you copied someone else's work without explicitly saying you did so, it's for study)

Paint from life

Take some colored pieces of paper and shine lights on them and watch how the light reflects off of the paper onto different objects

Here's some studies I did for one of my classes in school. They're old, I can't paint traditionally anymore without pain. But what I learned was still important whether or not the art is old!

I also suggest keeping these timed, All of these were under 1 hour (traditional) or under a half hour (digital). The more practice you get, the better!

And, if you can practice in different media (I understand it can be expensive, take up a lot of space, or even be painful), I personally find that each media has different pros and cons and forcing yourself to work within the limitations of a particular medium will teach you a lot!

(digital still lifes)

(gouache studies)

(Acrylic studies)

(digital copies)

I hope something in here helps!

Good luck!

[laurellynnleake]

🚨 June 6th 2024: USA COVID Alert 🚨

SARS-CoV-2 rates are rising across the USA, especially in the West - mask up to protect yourself and your loved ones.

Remember, the US government is now actively hiding COVID data across Turtle Island, hospitals are rarely testing or masking, and death certificates do NOT list COVID-related complications like heart attacks and strokes. That means we have to rely on public wastewater data (measuring viruses in sewer water), and even that's being suppressed, and everything's on a 2 week delay. So when the numbers we CAN see go up (like the current official 430,000 infections per day), that's just the tip of the iceberg...Right now wastewater numbers are about TWICE AS HIGH AS THEY WERE LAST JUNE, before the US declared the pandemic over.

These graphs are from wastewaterscan.org and Iowacovid19tracker.org. They collect a lot of local and national data too - look up your own area!

SARS-COV-2 aerosols hang in the air like smoke, and can infect you hours after the contagious person's gone. Keep yourself safe by wearing a well-fitting respirator mask (like N95s or KN95s) whenever you're in CROWDED and COVERED areas, and when CLOSE to people (that includes outside pride events, protest rallies, backyard cookouts, etc). Whenever possible, keep indoors air moving by opening windows, and improve air quality with HEPA air filters (ex. DIY Corsi-Rosenthal box fans).

If you're sick: https://tinyurl.com/currentlysick

Mask database: https://tinyurl.com/maskdb

Air filtration resources: https://cleanaircrew.org/

How To Talk To Your Loved Ones About COVID: COVID.tips

You do NOT want to get COVID-19 if you can avoid it - the initial infection can be nasty, and the long-term effects brutally disabling. Wearing a mask is the quickest and easiest way to break the chain of transmission, and to stand in solidarity with marginalized people fighting to survive across the globe.

Spread the word and take care of each other out there!

[ID 1: Screenshot of IowaCovid19Tracker on June 7th, showing a map of SARS-CoV-2 viral activity in the USA for the last week of May 2024. Hawai'i is blue with the highest "Excessive cases", followed by Wyoming and Utah (red, "Substantial"). New Mexico, Nevada, Florida, Arkansas, Montana, Missouri, Maryland, California, Washington, and Texas are all orange, meaning "Moderate" cases. Most of the Northeast and Alaska are yellow, or "Low", with the remaining states green, or "Minimal." ID 2: Screenshot of WasteWaterScan.org tracker showing data for all sites averaged together as a single line graph. The line starts at late March 2024 to early June, at around 275 parts per million (SARS-CoV-2 nucleic acids found in wastewater samples). It slowly decreases to about 125 per mill by April 21st, then slopes upward jaggedly until it spikes to around 375 at the end of May. ID 3: A screenshot of the WasteWaterScan.org tracker showing data for all sites stacked on top of each other in a line graph, with the lower end of the spectrum having so many blue lines so as to appear almost as a solid color. The graph shows late April to early June, and has the most lines around 200 parts per million, but a good handful of lines extend up to 2400 parts per million. Below the line chart, a historical chart shows a longer view, with peaks in the winter of 2023 and 2024. Looking at the last month or two on that scale, there appears to be an uptick starting in mid May that is about twice as high as the same time in 2023.

[taisgf]

hc. how i imagine the yj girls in relationships. part 2 (pre-crash shauna, jackie, a little bit of laura lee, others in part 1 here.)

A/N: sorry that these are small, i was lowkey shooting blanks.. omitted misty cause i don't like her. almost done with a post crash version for all the girls! peep that tomorrow (i think). fem!reader, nsfw references, but nothing crazy. mention of alc. ooc, possibly? not proofread coz i have a life and stuff to do..

SHAUNA

𓇼 Shauna would be a lover that sits on both ends of the spectrum. At times she's definitely fun loving and playful, teasing you and spending hours laughing or talking shit about some unsuspecting pedestrian from the passenger seat of her car while you blare her music. However, she's also a slower paced, more tender and sensual partner at times. Shauna would be the type to just admire you, gaze upon your form as you nap in her room- or watch you with a soft gaze as you ramble to her about god knows what. She's definitely the kind of girl that's both mature and domestic while also being able to maintain that youthful fun with her girlfriend.

𓇼 No doubt in my mind that music would be a large point of interest within your relationship with Shauna. Having a similar taste in music would just make her love you that little bit more. Driving home with her, windows down screaming your lungs out to some song you both love (Something by Smashing Pumpkins definitely. Am I projecting? Maybe..) would be a very, very common occurrence for you two. On top of that, concert dates are her absolute favorite.

𓇼 Imagine Shauna in the dim lighting of some bar, a musician you both adore playing as you dance with her. Seeing her exited, happy face as she sings along. Maybe colored lighting would illuminate her brown eyes, the eyes filled with love as they dart between you and the artist performing.

𓇼 Study dates in coffee shops or at either of your houses are a must, too. Helping Shauna with her college applications, reassuring her as she freaks out over everything needing to be perfect before she mails her essay off. Celebrating passing whatever exam together by grabbing dinner at some shitty diner she loves, and letting Shauna get her fill of dessert back home in bed (It's you. You're dessert).

𓇼 On that topic, I feel like Shauna's more of a soft, sensual kind of girl in bed compared to other yellowjackets. She would come home, exhausted and tired, and the best thing you can do for her in that moment is slide your head between her plush thighs and gently work your tongue on her until she's forgotten all about her bad day.

𓇼Shauna's undefeated in terms of aftercare, too. Her favorite is showering together, I think- gently massaging each other, washing each other's backs and raking hands through wet hair. Hushed voices dripping in adoration as you giggle and share kisses under the water before curling into each other in bed after.

𓇼 I get the idea that Shauna's pretty sentimental, too. Any small gifts from you, especially handmade, are going straight on her shelf where she can see them. A little bracelet, hand drawn card or custom burnt CD (Tape mix? I'm too young lmao) would mean the world to Shauna. She most definitely writes about you in her journal, too. If you're lucky, maybe she'll let you look?

𓇼 However, Shauna's relationship and closeness with Jackie could interfere with your relationship a little. I can imagine many occasions where Shauna would mindlessly invite Jackie to your hangouts, or let her third wheel on dates which could prove awkward and uncomfortable especially if you're not close. You might even end up being the third wheel to them sometimes, when Shauna and Jackie get immersed in whatever gossip.

𓇼 However, after seeing how uncomfortable or awkward Jackie's presence could be to you then I'm sure Shauna would be more clear with her boundaries with Jackie.

JACKIE

𓇼 Jackie would be a very passionate and intense lover, no doubt. Fast paced and passionate dates, being tangled up in the school drama, sneaking through windows and into parties, tiptoeing around parents, hookups in cars hours away from Wiskayok? All occurrences that would definitely come with having Jackie Taylor as a girlfriend.

𓇼 You'd better be okay with Jackie constantly playing dress up with you, too. Coordinating matching outfits for parties, letting her do your makeup before every event, (Queue that one viral wlw picture of the girls doing each other's makeup. That's you and Jackie.) and spending hours shopping, rating clothes she'll probably never buy. She'd totally steal your clothes- you’d arrive to pick her up for a date just to be met with of your hoodies staring back at you. She'd giggle, kiss your cheek with a sweet "well you don't mind, right?"

(The photo I'm referencing. This shit rocked lesbian Pinterest for a hot second)

𓇼 Jackie would be the type of girl to pick all her subjects and formulate her whole timetable around you and your subjects. Trying to sit next to you, always be near you. She'd die if she didn't get lunch scheduled with you and Shauna. This could lead to her whining and clinging to your arm when she eventually struggles in said subjects, though- which would lead to tutoring and study dates. Chances are hardly anything would get done, unfortunately.

𓇼 Jackie would be the type of girl to use the sweetest, sappiest, most old-married-couplest nicknames known to man. Sweetheart. Honey. Pumpkin. Snookums. Teddy Bear. Bug. Sweet Cheeks. Sunshine. I could go for hours. She'd probably say them with a baby voice and a pout sometimes, too.

𓇼 No other Yellowjacket loves PDA as much as Jackie Taylor loves PDA. This girl always has to have a hand on you somehow or she'll die. She'll be spotted holding hands with you in the hallways, making your feet touch under a table in class, clinging to you and dragging you into the locker room or tackling you in a hug after not seeing you for a while (a few hours). Her love languages go without saying; physical touch and quality time. Did I mention she's totally a pillow princess, too? After years of sleeping with guys and finally being with a woman who can make her finish, I can't imagine she'd want to do anything but relax and let you do your thing.

𓇼 Best believe Jackie's dragging you along to Rutgers, too. That, or at least applying to a school nearby. She'd also drag you to each of her soccer games, making a point of giving you her jersey and finding you an up-close seat. Her gaze would pan to you as the game played out, just to make sure that her girl's watching.

𓇼 What I can imagine causing discomfort or problems between you two would be the fact that Jackie can crave male validation at times- that and the fact that she's every guy at Wiskayok's wet dream. You'd better not be the jealous type, because seeing Jackie drunk giggling with some guy at a party would probably happen more than once. You would have to try and ignore the stares she gets from guys as you're together in the quad at school, too.

𓇼 However, if it did cause problems Jackie would work on shutting guys down quicker and working to overcome any need for male validation she has. What you think means far much to her, anyway.

𓇼 SMALL BONUS: Jackie and a cheerleader girlfriend would be so adorable! Imagine cheering for the yellowjackets during the game to qualify for nationals, and Jackie being immediately running to you after the win. Honestly, this goes for all of the yellowjackets, though. Such a cute dynamic. Also also, Jackie would love herself a masc. Just saying.

BONUS: LAURA LEE

𓇼 Since you'd be in a queer relationship with Laura Lee, I feel like she'd be reluctant to really acknowledge that you're girlfriends. Even if you kiss, and hold each other, even say "I love you", she'd be hesitant to solidify or confirm your romance on the grounds of her religion. Hence, you'd be in a sort of official-but-not-official-situationship. Good luck, babe! Gigi Perez 'Sailor Song' or whatever.

𓇼 By no means would Laura Lee push her religion on you, but seeing you join her and her family in prayer at dinner or tag along to the odd mass or two would really mean the world to her.

𓇼 She's definitely the type to make you little trinkets, too. A small beaded bracelet, necklace or something knitted. Laura Lee would be a baker, too. Catch her discreetly dropping some cookies or a slice of cake into your locker, or wearing a sweet smile as she hands you a gift she baked herself wrapped in cellophane and tied with a bow.

𓇼 This girl is always, always complimenting you. Be it your appearance, your marks at school, your performance in any hobbies or school events. She's your greatest supporter.

𓇼 You'd give Laura Lee an outlet to let loose a bit, too. Maybe she'll have a drink, say a few curse words. She might freak a little, but seeing your chuckling face after would make her relax. You'd just have to work on winning her family over- which I'm sure wouldn't be impossible.

[n3wstxd]

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄/𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

warnings: none! just pure fluff!

i should make a part 2 to this w smut but idk… anyways enjoy!

Dave’s been eyeing Metallica’s new bassist—a cheery, expressive guy that has a smile that could end wars. The guy’s not only got amazing talent on the bass, but he’s got looks that kill, too. In fact, that’s the whole reason why he’d been keeping tabs on the auburnette.

Dave had reached out to a mutual friend, Jacob, asking for Jason’s number under the pretext that he’d forgotten it when Jason “gave it to him” a few days ago. The guy was baited on and easily handed over Jason’s number. 

Now the hardest part came. 

Calling Jason up. 

The phone rings once. Twice. And then he’s sent to voicemail. “Hey, it’s Jason. I’m busy right now, leave a message after the beep!” Jason’s usual upbeat tone evident in the message. After the beep, Dave tapped his finger against the leather sofa, beginning to speak. 

“Hey, uhh…it’s Dave Mustaine. Call me back when you’re free. I wanna talk.”

And then he puts down the phone, nervous and standing, pacing the room eagerly as he waits. His plan was simple. Talk, invite Jason out, sugar him up and invite him into his bed. He speculated that Jason was into guys—the way he went starry-eyed when a pretty guy gave him an ounce of attention, even when they’re just fans.

His blue eyes would light up, attentive and fixated. Scanning for details, carefully tucked into the confines of his mind. He’d nod and smile and sign their merch, before he’d be forced to move on to the next fan. 

“Jason’s gonna call back,” Dave muttered, a hint of nervous anticipation lacing his tone as he paced back and forth across the room. The leather couch creaked slightly under the weight of his restless pacing, and he ran a hand through his hair, already imagining the possibilities of the upcoming conversation.

“He’s gotta call back. He just has to.”

He paused to glance at the phone sitting innocently on the wall, as if staring at it would somehow summon a call from Jason. But the phone remained silent, taunting him with its lack of sound.

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an hour as Dave continued his restless pacing. His heart was fluttering erratically, betraying his anxiety as he repeatedly checked the phone for any sign of a missed call.

"He’s taking his sweet time," Dave muttered, a mixture of impatience and worry coloring his tone. 

He resumed his pacing, the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor blending with the faint hum of the air conditioner and adding to the growing tension in the room. Each passing moment seemed to amplify his unease.

A hundred seconds pass by like a hundred seasons, waiting for something, anything, from that pretty little bassist that he’s so enraptured by. And he’s so sure god is real now, because his phone rings, and Jason’s on the other line. 

“Hey man, it’s Jason. I’m surprised you called me. You wanted to talk?” Dave’s heart flutters at Jason’s soft tone, not as spunky and energetic as before. 

“Hey. Thanks for calling back. Um…I was wondering if you’d like to go to a bar with me and Jacob? Have some drinks and whatever.” That’s a lie—Jacob’s not coming and Dave’ll make sure of it. He squeezes his eyes shut as the call goes silent. He’ll become a monk, he swears, if Jason says yes. 

“Uh..yeah, sure. When?” The ginger nearly let out a victory cheer, but he reminds him that Jason’s on the other line. 

“10?” He offers, and Jason happily snatches up the bait. “Okay, sounds good! See you then.”

When the line cuts Dave drops the phone and lets out the loudest shout of excitement he’s ever made. 10PM seems too far away, but the reward he’ll get outweighs the hours of wait.

Jason, meanwhile, is happily humming to himself as he works on his bass lines, unaware of Dave’s plan. While he does think Dave’s a pretty guy, very eye-catching, what would he do with a guy like him? He’s far too plain for someone like Dave, they’re opposite ends of the spectrum! 

So he shoves his thoughts down and reminds himself it’s just a friendly meeting with a mutual friend and Dave. It’s just drinking with someone you barely know. Easy, right?

Jason finds it’s not so easy when he enters the bar, a knot in his throat as he scans the room for Jacob’s signature blonde mullet. He doesn’t see him, but spots a fiery mane of curls by a booth, and a somewhat familiar face to match. 

He saunters over, heart beating a mile a minute as he sits across from Dave. Maybe Jacob was just late. Hopefully he wasn’t left alone with Dave. He always liked to take his time, that man…

Dave can feel his heart stutter in his ribcage as he sees Jason waltz over, his auburn curls bouncing with each step, springy coils so full of life.

“Hey, Dave.” It’s so much more awkward to speak face to face with him than over the phone.

Dave looked up from his drink as Jason approached, a smile spreading across his face as he watched the younger man's curls bouncing with every movement.

"Hey, Jason."

Dave returned the greeting, his fingers drumming anxiously against the tabletop. He could feel the tension in the air thicken between them, making the conversation feel more difficult than it should have been. He took a small sip of his drink, trying to appear casual.

"I'm glad you could come."

“Good to see you. Where’s Jacob?”

Dave's smile faded slightly as Jason inquired about Jacob's whereabouts. He'd been expecting this question, of course. He shifted in his seat, feigning casualness.

"Jacob couldn’t make it tonight," he said, taking another small sip of his drink to buy himself time to think. "He got caught up with some things. But I didn't want to cancel on you so I figured we could hang out anyway."

Jason’s peachy lips form a frown, but it’s gone the next second. “It’s fine. Just don’t have any conversation starters, haha…” 

This is so awkward..

Dave chuckled softly at Jason's comment, trying to ease the tension. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes conversations just happen and sometimes..." he trailed off, pausing to run a hand through his hair. "Sometimes they don't."

The sound of chatter and clinking glasses fill the momentary pause, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Dave clears his throat, his eyes scanning over Jason's features, taking in the way the dim light casts shadows across his face and how his hair looks almost luminous.

Dave's fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt as he gathers his thoughts, trying to think of something, anything, to say. 

"So...um, how's the new gig with Metallica going?" he finally blurts out, his eyes fixed on the table in front of them. It's a generic question and a boring one at that, but it's the only thing he can think of at the moment.

“It’s good..in certain aspects.” Jason’s silvery blue eyes look down at his hands, and Dave can tell there’s something that’s wrong.

Dave notices the change in Jason's demeanor, sensing that there's something on the younger man's mind. He tilts his head slightly, his expression turning serious.

"What do you mean, in certain aspects?" he asks gently, hoping to encourage Jason to open up even slightly.

“The guys are…not the nicest.” He scratches his nape awkwardly, still unwilling to make eye contact with Dave. Dave knew the Metallica guys were douches, but to someone as nice as Jason?

Dave's eyebrows furrow at Jason's confession. He was aware of Lars and James not being nice to the bassist after Cliff’s passing, but still, hearing that they were treating someone as sweet as Jason badly stirred up a mixture of anger and protectiveness within him.

"They're giving you trouble?" he asked, his tone sharp. He reached forward, gently placing a hand on Jason's wrist in a comforting gesture.

Jason’s heart jumps, but his face remains passive. He’s sure his pale cheeks are reddening, and for the first time since he sat down, they lock eyes. Dave’s hazel eyes are deep and inviting, and he just wants to fall into their warmth forever.

“It’s nothing bad. Just some pranks, trashing my hotel room and whatever.”

Dave's gaze softened as he met Jason's eyes, noticing the way the younger man's cheeks were flushed. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction at the small victory.

"Pranks? That sounds like them," Dave muttered, a hint of disdain in his tone. He gently squeezed Jason's wrist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the man’s skin.

"You shouldn’t have to deal with that bullshit. It's not right."

He relishes as Jason flushed further, his lips pouty in a frozen quiver, and he’s sure Jason interested in him. Otherwise, he’d have pulled his hand away, right?

Dave notices the way Jason's lips pout, his expression almost vulnerable, and it only amplifies his earlier determination to get the man in his bed. He leans forward, his hand on Jason's wrist shifting to a more intimate position, loosely gripping the man’s hand instead.

"Jason...I know this might sound cheesy, but...you deserve better than the bullshit they're putting you through. You're good. Too good to be treated like crap like that."

Jason laughs nervously, keeping his hand under Dave’s warm palm. His cheeks get redder and redder, and the ginger can’t help but watch how pretty he looks, even when all flustered. “It’s not a big deal—”

Dave cuts him off gently, his eyes fixed intently on the man's face. The sight of a flustered Jason is captivating, and Dave finds himself wishing he could make him even more red.

"Yes, it is. They shouldn’t be treating you like that. It's unacceptable." He leans even further forward, his free hand reaching up to brush stray curls away from Jason's face, his touch soft and gentle.

The hitch in Jason’s breath is audible and the bassist is sure Dave isn’t doing this out of friendliness. No friend would tuck hair behind his ear with such genuine affection. No way.

Dave is fully aware that his affection is beyond the realm of simple friendship. He studies Jason's reaction, noticing the hitch in the younger man's breath and the way he swallows hard. It fuels his determination to get the bassist alone.

He continues to lightly caress Jason’s curls, the soft strands of hair slipping through his fingers like silk. His thumb then moves to brush against Jason's cheek, a feather-like touch, barely there but deliberate and intimate.

Jason’s hypnotised by Dave, everything in the background fading out like it was some cheesy romance movie. But he swears there’s a spark between them because Dave’s eyes have such a genuine look of affection.

Dave is fully immersed in the moment as well. Every little reaction of Jason's is like a drug, fueling his growing sense of infatuation with the bassist. The dim lights of the bar cast a romantic glow over them both, as if the outside world doesn’t exist anymore.

"You're beautiful," Dave mutters as his thumb traces over Jason's lower lip, watching the way the man's lashes flutter in response.

“Thanks.” The auburnette says breathily, his face a tomato. 

Dave can’t help but smile as he watches Jason’s face flush an even deeper shade of scarlet. The sight is both adorable and seductive, and Dave finds himself wanting to see how flustered he can make him.

He doesn’t remove his hand from the man’s face, instead continuing to caress his skin gently. “You don’t hear that enough, do you?” he asks, his voice a low murmur.

He laughs, eyes crinkling as his signature smile spreads across his lips. His curls bounce as he tilts his head “Not as much as I’d like to.” 

Dave's heart flutters at the sound of Jason's laughter and the sight of his smile. He can't help but be enamored with the way the man's locks move with his movement, adding to his unassuming boyish charm. 

"That's a crime in my opinion." Dave replies, his tone a mix of playful and serious. "Such a pretty thing like you should be showered in compliments every day." His thumb drifts from Jason's cheek to lightly brush over his lip again, the action subtle and sensual.

“I wouldn’t mind if they came from you.” The bassist teases, emboldened by their mutual attraction.

The corner of Dave’s lips twitch as he hears Jason's words, the man's confident response pleasantly surprising him. He didn’t expect such a straightforward answer, but he’s certainly enjoying it.

"Oh yeah?” he purrs, leaning in slightly. His hazel eyes are fixed on Jason’s face, watching his every move. His hand moves down to the man’s neck, his thumb grazing over the sensitive skin there. "You’d let me shower you with compliments, pretty boy? You know, you should let me take you home instead."

“I think both would suffice..” He offers, and Jason feels like a teenager all over again, falling in love with this handsome ginger who’s somehow the first person to call him pretty.

A sly smile graces Dave’s lips at Jason’s words, the ginger’s confidence only increasing further. He’s enjoying this newfound flirtation, and the way Jason’s responding is exactly what he’d hoped for.

“Now, look at you, being all cheeky.” he mutters, his hand moving from the man’s neck to ghost over his shoulder, the skin there so warm and so inviting. “I like that.” 

He leans in even closer, his voice low and sultry. “You’d let me take you to my place then?”

“If you insist.”

A sly smile plays on Dave’s lips as Jason agrees, the hint of submission in his voice only serving to arouse Dave further. He moves his free hand to rest on the man’s thigh, his fingers lightly gripping the denim-covered muscle, giving a light squeeze.

“Let’s get out of here yeah?” He suggests, his gaze not leaving Jason’s flushed face. 

“My place isn’t far from here.”

[letomills]

The "requests are paused until I'm done with the current ones" thing was wishful thinking (a bit like the closing statements in my last yt video 🤓) and I am once again thoroughly overwhelmed with everything.

Requests are firmly closed until further notice. I said yes to the FtM hairs for anon and the Tiggerypum tunics & iamliz13 alpha dresses for children & toddlers for the other anon (I did get the links you sent to the meshes), so I still intend to complete both.

A novel's worth of life updates under the cut (content warning for struggle with bipolar type 2, including questionable choices which should not be taken as advice).

Well over a year ago I shared that my mother was going through a really bad bipolar type 2 depression episode (looking back, mention of it in that post was very euphemistic, I must have been hopeful). The reason why I didn't give any updates after a while is that there is no satisfactory narrative that I could easily spin into words. She's not all better, she hasn't died or lost her mind for good, things have just been evolving at a snail's pace through a whole spectrum of very bleak colors. She's not fully hospitalized anymore, she lives at home with my brother and me, with day hospitalisation activities several times a week. The myriad psychiatrists that she's seen have not been able to find the "right" treatment for her, but hey, after lithium sent her into such a state of confusion that we thought she might stay mentally disabled for the rest of her life, at least now we know that's not an option. A couple days ago her psychiatrist prescribed a new antipsychotic to replace the one she'd been taking. She started the transition, and today confusion started showing its terrifying face again so she's not taking that pill tonight, or to be honest ever again unless her psychiatrist somehow manages to convince us otherwise (she'll report her symptoms and get counsel at the hospital tomorrow). Her cognition is already impaired, her short-term memory and ability to focus especially. She can't live alone, I keep and manage her pillboxes, make sure she's eating right and the stove is off, that sort of stuff. But at least, until the introduction of this new drug, she'd made considerable gains compared to when she was at her worst last winter. No way we're going back to that again.

On a more positive note, about a month and a half ago I started work at a grocery delivery place just up the street (yes that's what I'm doing with my degree in Mandarin and my master's in English-French translation studies). It's intense physically, kinda stressful, and not very well paid, but I think I like it and the people are very nice. What scares me is that my trial period ends in about 2 weeks and I'm not entirely sure that they'll want to keep me, considering I've made several mistakes and they don't seem to think that I work quite fast enough (I know I said the people were very nice, they are, that's just the job). They keep saying the work load is gonna get crazier starting in September. The way they're saying it may suggest that they do envision me as still working there in September, but maybe they're trying to push me to work faster now and if I can't prove that I'm able to they won't keep me? Well I'm already doing my best, even if sometimes I end up finding myself crying over clients' items because my brain isn't able to focus anymore and I'm messing up and wasting time.

Emotional control has been harder because I unilaterally made the decision to taper off my antidepressant. Now before you facepalm, let me flood you with all of my best questionable arguments: • I do have an appointment with my psychiatrist, the earliest date I could get was October 1st (and I may have to postpone, depending on my work hours that day which I don't know yet). • I was already on the lowest dose that you can be on. • I tapered off very slowly. • I recently talked about it with the nurse that I saw for the mandatory medical visit I had to go to because I got the new job (idk if you have that outside of France). Naturally she was alarmed that I'd been weaning myself off on my own and she convinced me to see my GP asap and not change my medication without at least his input (which yes, I know). • the reasons I did it despite knowing that it's inadvisable are: 1) obviously I haven't been feeling depressed for a while or I wouldn't have done it, 2) the amount of endorphin-producing physical exercise I get from the new job felt like it could maybe do the trick so it was worth a try, 3) seeing how much my mom's medication has messed up her cognition over the years is scary. She's been taking way higher doses of antidepressants than me, along with other stuff, over a way longer period of time, but still. I don't want to be on it if it's not strictly necessary, so I wanted to try off. • I'm still taking my antipsychotic religiously and have no intention to stop that (I can't anyway or I won't be able to sleep and I'll definitely lose the job).

My plan with the antidepressant was to space out the doses and eventually get off it entirely for several weeks before reassessing, but after seeing that nurse, I started upping again to one dose every other day. I will admit, I was having suicidal thoughts after several days off, and now it's gone. Maybe I should find having suicidal thoughts more alarming than I do, the nurse's phrasing when she asked if I did - something that could translate to "no suicidals thoughts, riiight?" - was a good reminder that suicidal thoughts are really bad to have oh no. Of course I said no, why would I want her to interfere (leave me to make decisions for my own self thank you). Anyway, the appointment with my GP is in two days. He's gonna be useless on psych stuff but I guess getting his unqualified, predictable input is the responsible thing to do in polite society. More relevantly, the nurse also told me to go see him because my blood pressure is a bit low, or at least it was at 9/6 when she saw me, so I need to have it retaken and see what's up with that if anything.

And so yes, I have a ton of CC plans as always, I am positively drowning. Beside the two requests I mentioned above the cut, one of which I need to do a lot of learning for, I picked up work on Celestialspritz's beta Vincent skins and started converting afbodykimono for the usual roaster of breasted body shapes, like I did with afbodyqipao here and would like to do with more Happy Holiday Stuff outfits in the future. Although I told myself that I would stick to the body shapes that I've already done stuff for, I now also want to make a set of clothes for Lady Apple. I also have an idea about a set of scrawny body shapes for TU-EU inspired by Mrs Crumplebottom's body shape. I know Melodie9's slim family exists but to be honest those shapes creep me out and I want to see if I can do something less uncanny (it may end up looking too similar to the Androgyny body shapes, or to Faerie Gal, or it may not pan out at all, so don't hold your breath). I also want to do a ton of hairs in FakeBlood's palette + Naberius (tbh I'm still not 100% sure if I like Timebomb or Naberius more for my aliens, I need to figure that out once and for all). And of course I want to do more FtM & MtF hair conversions once I know how to do it well enough. There's a billion smaller projects I'd like to insert in between those, outfit conversions for one or a couple body shapes, repurposing of older meshes, a set of nude "outfits" for all the body shapes I do, etc.

[spiteful--art]

Divine Beasts PT. 2 - Imposter + SAGAU (Crossover)

Synopsis: You bond with your team, fighting alongside them as you explore Liyue. Meanwhile, some people have a discussion about the Divine Creator and the Deceiver.

Notes: Violence, attempted hilichurlian, no human dies but they get seriously injured Taglist: @the-2nd-random-kid, @vvyeislazzy, @mulandi, @okamiroxas, @depressed-bitchy-demon Genre: General Crossover, 2.29k words (Also, new linebreaks!)

You don’t know how many hours have slipped by ever since your Honchkrow took flight. You didn’t mind it, though. As a child, you’ve dreamt of this moment many times, hitching a ride on a Pokemon and soaring through the skies. Though the circumstances leading up to this moment were less than pleasant, you didn’t let that dampen your experience. Not when the ground seemed to small below you, not when you marvel at how the scenery changes before your very eyes. However, you weren’t about to let your Honchkrow just turn into a 5-hour flight. “Honchkrow, let’s rest over there.” Honchkrow caws at you before descending to the ground. You get off of the large crows, patting his beak. “Good job, buddy. You can take a rest.”

Deciding against putting him in his orb form, you figured you might as well bring out the rest of your team. Removing the rest of the colorful orbs from your belt, you threw them high into the air. Bright lights fill your vision, all in an array of colors. Shielding your eyes from the spectrum of color, you lower your arms when your companions stopped shining bright.

You see them. All six of your Pokemon standing right before you. The first to reach you is your Jolteon, tackling you to the ground and fervently licking your face. “Ahaha! Jolty, I’m happy to see you too! Down boy, down!” The eeveelution calms himself, panting as he settled onto your lap. The sweet scent that approached you made obvious who the fourth member of your team is. Your Roserade bows before you, making you giggle. “Rade, elegant as ever.”

The final two members, a Floatzel riding on a Bastiodon, soon walk over to you. The Bastiodon rumbles as you placed a hand on its head while your Floatzel happily squeaks at you. Meanwhile, Infernape and Honchkrow seem to have designated themselves as look out duty, the large black bird flying into the sky as Infernape scans the area with distrustful eyes.

Right… The other four don’t know about your situation yet.

Thankfully, wherever Honchkrow took you had no sign of civilization as far as you can see. Judging by the general surroundings, you think you landed somewhere between Mondstadt and Liyue. Unless you encounter any Treasure Hoarders or Fatui agents, you should be able to roam around without any difficulty. Hell, maybe you’ll encounter another friendly hilichurl tribe? You still don’t know how or why they managed to bring your Pokemon team to life, but with your powerful friends, you won’t be having an issue in self-defense should the previous tribe prove to be an outlier.

“So listen guys,” Your voice catches your Pokemon’s attention, though Infernape stands ever vigilant. “We’re in a pretty bad spot as of now. I don’t know why, but the people of Mondstadt were out for blood, and if my gut is correct I’m gonna have a bad time at Liyue.” You say. Initially you were unsure if your Pokemon can grasp what you are going to say, but seeing your Floatzel look concerned reassures you that your meaning is coming across. “So here’s what I’m thinking-“

You use your staff to draw on the ground. “Since the hilichurls back there have decided to aid me, it’ll probably be a good idea to learn their language.” You say, drawing a crude samachurl with a smiley face. “However, since I’m being hunted, it’s going to be difficult to get my hands on hilichurlian books. But I think I have a solution…”

While you brief your team on the plan, two Mondstadters sit in tense silence.

Kaeya sits across from Lisa, the Librarian staring at him with an unreadable expression.

Ironically, it’s Kaeya who breaks the ice.

“You’ve read the reports, have you?” Kaeya asked, his arms crossed as he looks at Lisa. She lets out a sigh, procuring an envelope from her satchel, sliding it to Kaeya.

“It’s certainly hard to believe, that’s for sure. An imposter of the Divine Creator, a strange ape-like beast wielding the power of Pyro… If Jean hadn’t gone out to apprehend the Charlatan herself, I would have thought one of the knights had a wild night out.”

Kaeya tsked, throwing the envelope back at Lisa, who catches it between her fingers. “Don’t you think it’s strange?” Seeing the mage’s raised eyebrow, Kaeya continued. “First, the Almighty Creator descends to Teyvat, and suddenly everyone becomes a zealot. I don’t mean to speak ill of her, but seeing Eula become so fired up about impressing the Creator… Something’s fishy.”

Lisa looks away. “You’ll get in trouble for saying that, you know.”

“But who’s going to tell?” Kaeya pressed. Lisa says nothing, tracing the rim of her teacup. “Besides, Jean never acted like this religious. I know the Anemo Archon watches over us all, but…

“I know. I thought she was just excited about Creator’s descent, but it’s been a week. It has gotten to the point where Barbara confided with me her concerns.”

Kaeya frowns. “It appears I’m not alone as I thought.”

Lisa returns his expression. “That Charlatan person… I don’t think this whole hunt is necessary. Identity theft may be a serious crime, but they didn’t even claim to be a god.”

“Exactly.” Kaeya leans forward. “Everything has to do with the Creator, if that’s who they truly are. “

Lisa doesn’t say anything, then pulls out a scroll. “This parchment I found. It’s been stuffed in the pages of a bestiary.”

She unrolls the length, laying it down on the table for Kaeya to see.

Etched on the parchment was a drawing depicting the Almighty Creator gesturing to a monstrous creature. It was serpentine in structure, black tendrils sprouting from its body as it roars at the Creator. Meanwhile, surrounding the Creator were beasts less monstrous than the serpent. Standing among them was an ape-like creature whose head is aflame.

The two Mondstadters look at each other.

“…I don’t suppose Barbara would be opposed to joining another meeting of ours?”

“…Floatzel, Rain Dance!”

Dark clouds form above the Treasure Hoarders’ heads as you whacked your staff across a Pugilist’s face. Currently, you’re being accosted by a quartet of Treasure Hoarders looking to bring you to the Liyue Qixing. Unluckily for them, your Floatzel and Jolteon took issue with this, and have teamed up to take them out.

“Gah- You think a little rain can stop us?” A Treasure Gravedigger mocked, winding to swing his shovel before you pointed your finger at him.

“Jolty! Sic’ em with Thunder Fang!”

The combination of Floatzel’s rain, the electricity surging through his arm, and Jolteon’s canines sinking into his arm causes the large Gravedigger to scream in agony. Pretty soon, the big guy falls to the ground unconscious. An arrow bounces off the Light Screen set up earlier in the battle, and the Marksman takes a big gulp when Jolteon and Floatzel immediately turn their attention to him. “H-He did it!” Cried the Marksman, shoving his crossbow to the Scout.

“H-Hey, what’s wrong with you?!”

The sea weasel doesn’t wait to for your command, fangs glowing a bright blue as she bites into the thigh of the Archer, while your Jolteon follows with another Thunder Fang. The two are frozen and shocked, and thoroughly out cold. You have managed to fend off the Pugilist you were fighting, taking advantage of his shock by slamming your staff on his head. Panting, you survey your surroundings. The bodies of four Treasure Hoarders lay on the wet field, leftover electricity crackling across two. You took in a deep breath to calm your heart.

“Good job, you two,” You say, taking out two berries and throwing them to your Pokemon. “Seems like moves work a little differently in Teyvat…”

After the rain clears, you task Infernape to take the Treasure Hoarders to a safer location, but not without nabbing a few things from the thugs. You decide to take the hat off of the Gravedigger, figuring it would help disguise you.

Stealing done and over with, you recall your Floatzel and Jolteon as your Honchkrow descends to your side, cawing at you. “Oh? You found something?” Honchkrow confirms, letting you hitch a ride on his back. The two of you landed in another hilichurl camp and are immediately greeted by a pair of excited shooters. You allow them to guide you inside as Honchkrow rests on the watchtower. A Geo samachurl greets you, bowing its head in reverence. Though the action worries you, you’re grateful that the Hilichurl camp from before isn’t an outlier.

Once again, you are sat on a file of fur as the hilichurls dance in your presence. The samachurl from earlier comes back with a mitachurl. The mitachurl holds something wrapped in cloth, gentle as a mitachurl could be.

“Kuzi Unu, mimi mani Tiga muhe.”

From your limited knowledge of hilichurlian, you hazard a guess that they want to give you something Geo-related. You’re not entirely sure what that entails, but you hold your arms towards the mitachurl as it places the item in your hands.

Your heart sinks when you see just what the bundle holds.

The Earth Plate emits a soft brown glow in your arms, then a bright light flashes for a brief moment.

When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate.

The implications that are settling in your brain are not good ones. The samachurls giving you these wondrous items, and this one calling you a Great God…

It appears that your journey has only just begun.

Laying your palm flat on the Plate, you whisper the engraving. The Plate breaks apart, the power of Ground enveloping you. Suddenly, your feet began to cramp. Quicky discarding your worn shoes, you gasp. Where there was once human flesh, there was soil. The hilichurls cheered at the spectacle while you poked your new soil-legs. They felt like soil, but at the same time you still felt them.

Before you could think to do anything, you suddenly stiffen up as images of fuzzy static flashed through your mind. Standing up, you stomped your feet on the bare ground.

“Millelith! Yaya ika!” You cry out in broken hilichurlian. Thankfully, the message comes across, the tribe immediately going on the defensive as a Millelith group storm into the camp.

“So the news is true. Disgusting. The fact that they associate with the hilichurl pests is bad enough… Men! Kill all hilichurls, don’t let that Pretender escape!”

Not wanting to stand idly by, you quickly summon your Bastiodon. “Bastiodon! Dig!”

Your Bastiodon roars as it dives into the ground, disrupting the Millelith’s attack formation. Men in armor cry out in alarm as they are suddenly launched into the air by an irate dinosaur as you assist in the fight yourself. Meanwhile, Honchkrow acts as aerial support, sending Air Cutters towards any Millelith that finds themselves up in the air.

“Hyah!” You stomped on the ground, a spike of the earth jutting up and hitting a soldier square in the jaw as you swung your staff at another. The squad attempting to ambush you during the scuffle was swiftly taken out by your Bastiodon using Heavy Slam. You quickly run to defend a hilichurl about to have its life taken away, slamming your foot on the ground to create a chunk of earth. A swift punch to the chunk sends it speeding towards the soldiers attacking the hilichurl, knocking them unconscious. You wince at the concussions you may have caused.

The mitachurls do their best to fend off the Millelith soldiers surrounding them, but as soon as one of their shields broke, the soldiers switched their strategy. The mitachurl with a missing shield soon found himself trying to shake off the numerous soldiers jabbing and slashing their spears at him while the other tries to reach his comrade, kept away by the millelith’s spears.

It’s then did you look over and see the shield-less mitachurl fall over did your vision turned red.

“...You're certain of this?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“…I see. This is a most troubling development. This power unleashed by the Pretender, you said it was as powerful as Rex Lapis himself.”

“Yes, my lady. My men are still recovering from the injuries the Pretender gave us, not to mention the beasts that disrupted our strategies… Thank the Almighty Creator none a single life was lost.”

“This has been an enlightening conversation. You are free to go.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

“…” “I don’t suppose we are thinking the same thing.”

“After the information that’s been revealed today, I think it would be in our best interests that our thoughts align.”

“Then you agree that this Pretender is more than they seem to be?”

“…Yes.”

“…”

“…Good answer. Perhaps we may be able to solve the mystery that’s been plaguing our reality with that ‘Pretender’s’ help…

“And find out who the Creator really is.”

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Headcanons for Butters?

got asked for butters twice so giving him priority >:3

tw: abuse

this is canon: his parents fucking suck

and they progressively get worse as he grows up

at 11-12 starts trying to revel

small things only, like wearing small stuff he likes or hanging out with his friends for longer than what he's allowed to

he slowly changes his style to goth (~13yo)

and the goths adopt him, for a period of a few months in which he becomes real hardcore

but he grows tired of being sad all the time

then his style evolves into something closer to punk? he's not trying to fit into any aesthetic tho, just what's more comfortable/cooler (~14yo)

like, still dark and all but doesn't mind adding extra colors :)

back to his parents, this causes a shit ton of trouble with them

they beat him up and grounded him one day when he returned home at 2am reeking cigarrete (he was hanging out with the goth kids)

(that happened more often but this time his parents were even angrier than usual) (also he was 13 idk if yall got it but anyway)

then they locked him up in his room, as in literally locked him up

he stayed there sobbing for a couple hours but then he got fed up

he climbed out his window and ran to kenny's house

cuz he was panicking and had no idea of who else he could turn to

he told kenny what happened and so kenny let butters stay at his for as long as he wanted

since then butters almost doesn't spend any time at his parents' house

instead he sleeps at a friend's, mostly kenny, stan, and craig

jimmy and kyle would offer too but their parents wouldn't approve and/or would tell the stotchs

at 14 he got his ears pierced by kenny

they looked fucking awesome (slay)

obviously leaving home caused him sm mental issues

he has breakdowns real often, his friends have grown used to help him out with these

he can't stand loud noises for the life of him

has autism (diagnosed), C-PTSD and bipolar-2 (undiagnosed)

his hair is always dyed funky bright colors ✨

his favs are magenta and purple

he even convinced kenny to let him dye highlights on his own :)

he also wears silly little trinkets everywhere

he has big black boots (with huge platforms slay) and they're full of stickers and tiny charms

and he loves wearing fishnets :)

he wears eyeliner all the time! he makes it look so pretty istg

he has the scar from the shuriken incident + is basically blind on that eye, but he doesn't mind it anymore

he has a great relationship with all the boys at school!

besides cartman, butters learnt what he did to him and so now he hates him

he's tryna fix what he did to girls too, his relationship with them is slowly improving

him and heidi rant about cartman's bs to each other quite often

they're sorta besties

butter's best friend is definitely kenny but heidi is the one he's closest to at least out of the girls

at school he's mid at everything

he enjoys more artsy classes because they're more fun tho :)

he likes painting and writing

he's been questioning his gender for a while, currently he goes by all pronouns to try them out (I'm only using he/him here to not make it confusing TwT)

he's pansexual :3

and possibly asexual? or some kid of ace-spec probably

he still goes out as chaos from time to time

kenny, clyde and him are actually the only ones who still go out as their supersonas

he and kenny bond with craig over their shared autism :3

it's a huge spectrum and they're each at one completely different point of it, but they still relate to each other and they like that :D

he does know how to swear, but he doesn't do it

besides on special occassions :)

whenever he swears everyone around him is so shocked

"wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN CURSE"

butters loves this XD

i think that's it! not counting his parents he's having a great time :)

[shortcakelou]

🌈 Color Spectrum Legacy Challenge

Each generation is defined by a color from the spectrum, and this color influences their lifestyle, personality, passions, career goals, relationships, and even home decor. Sims must incorporate their color into their clothing, hair, home, and/or objects while achieving goals that align with the meaning of their color.

The challenge spans 10 generations, each embodying a different color with unique characteristics and missions.

General Rules:

Each generation has its own dominant color that influences all aspects of their life: appearance, relationships, passions, and life choices.

Sims must complete specific career and skill objectives related to their color before moving on to the next generation.

The heir Sim must retain a major element from the previous generation in their life (a skill, object, or trait).

The house must evolve over generations, adding decorative elements or rooms that reflect each generation's color.

Children born in each generation must have at least one clothing item or hairstyle reflecting their parent's color until they become adults.

Generation 1 – Red 🔥

Color: Red (Passion, Energy, Ambition)

Story:

The founder of this lineage comes from a modest background but possesses an unquenchable inner flame. Their life is marked by a quest for success, competition, and strong emotions. Known for being impulsive, they follow their passions in love and work. Every decision is driven by the desire to dominate, be the best, and live life to the fullest.

Career: A competitive career such as business, sports, or politics is the primary goal.

Objectives: Marry out of intense passion after a tumultuous relationship. The house must be decorated in shades of red, symbolizing power and energy.

Generation 2 – Orange 🍊

Color: Orange (Creativity, Warmth, Adventure)

Story:

The child of the founder feels the need to distance themselves from their parent's relentless ambitions. Growing up, they discover a passion for art and personal expression. More interested in travel, adventure, and creativity than competition, this generation explores the world to find inspiration in all things vibrant and colorful.

Career: Artist, musician, photographer, or a creative soul.

Objectives: Travel often and organize artistic events. The house should be a vibrant mix of creativity, featuring orange elements.

Generation 3 – Yellow 🌟

Color: Yellow (Joy, Knowledge, Optimism)

Story:

This child grows up with an insatiable curiosity about everything around them. Fascinated by the world and how it works, they spend hours exploring, learning, and asking questions. Always optimistic, this generation believes that knowledge is the key to improving life and the world.

Career: Scientist, teacher, or inventor.

Objectives: Reach the top of an intellectual career and develop friendships with at least five Sims. The house should include a dedicated study or innovation space decorated in yellow.

Generation 4 – Green 🌿

Color: Green (Nature, Stability, Serenity)

Story:

The child of the previous generation is deeply connected to nature. Tired of modern urban life, they seek to escape screens and gadgets to return to their roots. Cultivating the land, raising animals, and living in harmony with the environment becomes their way of life.

Career: Gardener, eco-activist, or farmer.

Objectives: Create a self-sustaining garden and bond with animals. The house should be a natural refuge, filled with plants and green elements.

Generation 5 – Blue 💧

Color: Blue (Wisdom, Sadness, Tranquility)

Story:

This generation is marked by deep introspection and heightened sensitivity. Very introverted, they find peace in solitude and contemplation. Fascinated by the mysteries of existence, they spend long hours writing, meditating, or reflecting. They carry a silent melancholy, often hidden behind a calm demeanor.

Career: Writer, philosopher, or fisherman.

Objectives: Write at least three books on profound topics and create a calming and soothing space in the home with blue elements like aquariums or fountains.

Generation 6 – Purple 🔮

Color: Purple (Mystery, Power, Spiritual Ambition)

Story:

This generation is surrounded by an air of mystery from birth. Sensitive to energies and invisible forces, they develop an interest in the occult and the spiritual. Exploring worlds beyond what is visible, this generation seeks to uncover the secrets of the universe and understand the mysteries of life and death.

Career: Medium, witch, or occult scientist.

Objectives: Reach the peak of a mystical career and build a secret room dedicated to spiritual practices. The house must be adorned with mystical and purple objects, such as candles and crystals.

Generation 7 – Black ⚫

Color: Black (Power, Rebellion, Transformation)

Story:

This generation rejects the spiritual side of their ancestors to focus on control and power. Naturally rebellious, they disregard rules and embrace a darker lifestyle. Manipulative, charismatic, and ambitious, they do not hesitate to use unconventional means to achieve their goals.

Career: Criminal, corrupt lawyer, or politician.

Objectives: Reach the top of a power-focused career while creating passionate and destructive relationships. The house must reflect this dark and elegant side with black, gothic, or modern elements.

Generation 8 – White 🤍

Color: White (Purity, Change, Awakening)

Story:

The child of the black generation seeks to restore balance within the family. Aspiring for peace and purity, they decide to live a life of simplicity, away from turmoil and intrigue. This generation dedicates itself to helping others, well-being, and altruism, seeking to ease conflicts and heal the wounds left by the past.

Career: Wellness, care, or charity work.

Objectives: Reach the maximum level in a wellness or helping skill and transform the house into a bright, airy, and white space. Social interactions should be filled with kindness and compassion.

Generation 9 – Pink 💖

Color: Pink (Love, Romance, Tenderness)

Story:

After a life dedicated to peace and well-being, this generation is overwhelmed by the desire for love and romance. Driven by a quest for tenderness, they experience passionate love stories throughout their life, but only find true union with one special person. This generation is marked by tender gestures, affectionate relationships, and a deep desire to create cherished memories.

Career: Charisma, modeling, or relationship-focused career.

Objectives: Have multiple romantic relationships throughout life but only marry once for true love. The house must be decorated with soft, romantic elements in pink and floral patterns.

Generation 10 – Multicolored 🌈

Color: Multicolored (Freedom, Diversity, Heritage)

Story:

This final generation embodies the entire family legacy. Inspired by the previous generations, they merge all teachings to create a life where every color of the family is celebrated. With a great open-mindedness, this Sim embraces diversity, creativity, and freedom. Their home becomes a multicolored space, where each room honors a color from the past generations.

Career: Any career as long as they reach the top.

Objectives: Create a home that honors each generation with differently colored rooms, host parties to celebrate diversity, and create an unforgettable family legacy.

[the-larxist-manifesto]

GameGirl28 ~ Alone in the dark: The new nightmare

Check out that dramatic box art! It evokes such deep mystery and fear of the hazy unknown... that you truly cannot believe that a game on the GameBoy is capable of delivering on this promise. Were you right?!

~Well, were ya?!~

Yes. Allow me to explain.

The basic premise of this game is a fixed-camera survival horror a la classic Resident evil, focusing on ammo and health management, pursuing the killer of your best friend, and searching the reclusive Shadow Island environments for clues. Of course, the mission convolutes when you discover supernatural, undead forces riddle the places that you traverse—forests and ruins and laboratories that you investigate to eventually catch the true culprit. Sounds like a fairly promising story. The problem is... well... this game is on the GameBoy. You can imagine that dynamic interactions with the environment, combat with monsters, and a strong horror atmosphere would pose quite a challenge to a developer on a dot matrix screen the size of your watch.

I am disappointed to report that THQ Nordic did not quite live up to the challenge. When you encounter a zombie or a spider or, actually, ANY kind of enemy, you are transported to the exact same top-down combat screen. Here, you are expected to maneuver your heroic Carnby to spam the shoot button; and when five shots somehow isn't enough, he turns around so sluggishly that you end up taking damage from the back. There are three different weapons to choose from... they each have different ammo and deal slightly different damage, but otherwise there is no difference in fire rate or effectiveness. So the resource management is a bit superficial, too. The combat feels so much like a cheesy arcade game with no suspense or horror at all that I dreaded every single encounter... not the good kind of dread, in this case. -.-

This is a shame because, to be honest, there was one aspect of the game that impressed me and I continuously looked forward to (and was probably the only thing keeping me going through this three-hour excursion).

~The visuals~

When it was revealed that GB games were coming to NSO in that fateful Nintendo Direct, Alone in the dark immediately caught my eye as a game I wanted to play. You might argue that it was THIS GAME ALONE that motivated me to even attempt this challenge; to see what the GameBoy is truly made of.

Take a look at this.

THIS GAME LOOKS REALLY GOOD WTF?!???! I mean, yeah, it's a little crunchy because of the resolution. But are you seeing what I'm seeing?? Fully 3D environments to explore. Painted with the complete spectrum of the GBC color palette. Dynamic camera angles that set the mood for every scene. I caught just a glimpse of this visual style in the trailers and knew that I may have underestimated the capabilities of this console.

Of course, this excitement was quickly cut short by the sluggish controls and monotonous gameplay loop. In a way, I judged a book by its cover two times in a row. First when I thought all GameBoy games had to look ugly and primitive. Then again when I thought a good-looking game also meant a fun game to play.

~Conclusion~

By the end of the 2 hours and 37 minutes I spent on this game, I still felt somewhat enriched by the experience. The graphical feat accomplished here isn't to be disregarded; props to the developers for that. However, I also enjoyed almost none of the gameplay. It was either really boring and quiet moments of figuring out which background object to press A on to move the story forward, or these sudden combat sequences that forced me to reset over and over again as Carnby was devoured alive by beasts that his little legs couldn't outrun. The dialogue and story, by the way, were quite shallow. Dialogue in GB games show a pattern of suffering from the limitations of text legibility and memory. I hope a future GB game will prove to me one day that a competent story can actually be told on this thing.

Anyway, playing this game was maybe a half hour's worth of exploring these gorgeously creepy 3D paintings of a spooky-ooky mansion, and the rest of the time wading through overly simplistic gameplay drivel.

Recommend? No X

[lanayru-the-water-god]

Even immortals have their limits

Days after waking up from recharging, an exhausted Lanayru passes out in Cordelia’s arms.

(Lanayru is ~900 years old)

Word count: 562

Over her several centuries of life in the Water Goddess’s Realm, the second Dweller has made a realization: that the balance between selfish and selfless lies on a spectrum.

On one extreme are those who only care for themselves, satisfying their own personal gains yet shutting down the calls of those in need. And on the other end…more than just the kind-hearted beings of the world, so focused on assisting others that they completely neglect their own needs, jeopardizing their physical and mental health.

Lanayru, her mother in creation, belongs to the latter group.

“Your Grace, please come inside.” She knocks on the elegant glass doors that separate her from the Goddess, out on the small terrace with blue magic swirling around her. “You’ve been at this too long, please.”

After thirty-five days of unconsciousness, Lanayru’s state is less than ideal; she is still very weak, yet none of the Dwellers could stop her from working. For hours she has stood here, using her magic, draining physical energy so the mortals regain what was lost in her absence. The job is far too tedious to complete in one day, let alone one session.

“Lanayru.”

Dweller 2 grabs on the handle and pulls the right-hand door open, snapping her fingers in an attempt to get her mother’s attention.

“You need to stop. This can wait.”

Another wisp of blue magic blows through the air, expanding into nothingness. “With this’ere power, I…I’ve’ r’stor’d your w’t’r to…to…its natural form.” The Goddess’s mumbles are slow and slurred, and the last few words seem to have taken more effort.

Cordelia knocks loudly on the glass. “Lanayru.”

“Huh?” She slowly turns around to face the Dweller. “Oh…you need som’th’n?”

Good grief. Since their morning encounter, Lanayru’s appearance has worsened even further. Dark, puffy circles are gathered under her eyes, the color in her cheeks from the day before is once again gone, her beautiful long hair is a tangled mess. Her skirts and jewelry are identical to the ones she woke up in; she hasn’t bothered to change. She barely looks at Cordelia before her eyelids droop, and slowly she pries them back open.

“That’s it, Your Grace.” Cordelia’s voice is firm and scolding. “I now forbid you from doing anything until you have gotten some rest.”

“B-but…I need to…”

“No buts, Lanayru. Look, you’re barely conscious! You can’t help anyone in this state, please…come inside. Now.”

Reluctantly, the Water Goddess obeys, taking the few steps needed to walk through the door. Cordelia slams it shut behind them. If only there were a way for her to lock it…

Why does she do this to herself?

“I’ll fetch someone to get you some water, once you’re in bed,” she explains. “And food as well. You need both to regain your strength, and-“

Lanayru’s head suddenly lolls forward, and Cordelia instinctively reaches her arms out to grab her. “Woah there, you okay?”

“….’m fine,” she mutters, although the Dweller knows it’s a lie. With a groan, she lifts her head just enough to meet her gaze with Cordelia’s. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused.

“You are not fine. Here, walk with me to your bed.”

“Mmmmhhh...I…I think ‘m gonna…”

Before Dweller 2 can respond, the Goddess falls limp in her arms, eyes slipping closed.

“Lanayru!!”

Only the silence of the room follows.

[doublegoblin]

Get To Know My OC (Andrea time)

Thank ya to the ever cool @asterhaze for the tag (wasn't popping up for a notif but I did see my little name in your bunches of people)

I've done this for Alex and Dave (I think lol) so this time I'll be filling this one out for the lovely Andrea; second in command to Alex and honestly the one who helps keep them sane. Let's go!

Are you named after anyone? 

To be perfectly honest; maybe? I don't often talk about it, but, back when I first came here, back when I had those memories still; there was just something about that name that stuck to me. I'm not sure if it was that portion of me's name, someone we liked, or like...whatever else. I still really like it, and it feels like it suits me. Though if I was looking for a change I'd probably go with something like a Rebecca or Sally. Best friends before I started working for the large and looming. Like they still are my best friends...I think? We chat every once in a while but what with work and all...I'm sorry, that wasn't part of the question!

When was the last time you cried? 

Saw a really cute bunch of Dreamers hanging out on the park benches before coming here so uh...I'll let you put those pieces together.

Do you use sarcasm? 

Depends on who I'm around. Most of the other co-workers are fine but uh, boss and big boss? Yeah, nah, it'd turn into one of those moments where you try and make a joke but then that other person makes it out into a whole big lecture. Alex I think would be more likely to tolerate if not understand it, I mean they've tried their hand at it before anyway. Dave on the otherhand...good luck explaining the nuance of that kind of thing to a god. I swear, you'd have a better chance trying to convince him to change the uniform mandate.

Do you have kids? 

Mostly the new batch of newbies that stumble in. Unless you mean the other part of me? Then I have no freakin' idea!

What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

How well they can take a little ribbing. Most people are pretty chill and even tag along. But some, hooo boy, they throw a giant fit! "Oh give it back!" this "How did you even get ahold of it?" that. Bunch of killjoys.

 What’s your eye color? 

So! The shade I'm going with now is like a mix of a soft lavender with an undercut of hazel! When I get bored of it I'm sure I'll change. I love lavender though! Oh my gosh it has to be one of the best colors of the visible spectrum! I haven't tried ultraviolet though...ya know what, think I got a new style to try out.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings? 

Every waking moment here is a nightmare of horrors and corporate smothering...so happy endings are nice!

Any special talents? 

I can throw a knife reeeeeally good. Like, really good. Care to see?

Where were you born? 

Skip

What are your hobbies? 

Oh man don't put me on the spot like this! Uhm...wow mind is a complete blank. I promise I'm not boring! I just...uh...well...I like to go for walks? Do crosswords? Uhm...ugh! I hate these kinds of question so skip!

Do you have any pets? 

Oh my god! *she rummages around in her pocket and pulls out a heavily creased photo* This is Piere! *unfolding the photo you are greeted with the chittering maw of some kind of furry cephalopod * He is the sweetest little Mawlite! He's about three cycle old so still just a hatchling! Now despite his sweet looks he can be such a little rascal! Why recently-*for roughly the next 2-3 hours she enthusiastically goes over every small detail of her pet, the words all blurring together at some point*

What sports do you play/have played? 

Uuuuhm, look I'll be honest with you. If I'm not out working I would much rather set my happy ass down on the couch and snuggle my wittle baby~ But, I was pretty okay at archery.

Favorite subject in school? 

If there is anyone out there who liked anything about onboarding or those stupid preliminary classes I wou-you know what no, I know at least one person. Let me level with ya, I have forgotten most of the nitty-gritty so we'll just skip this question also.

Dream job? 

Despite my bitching, I couldn't think of a better department to work in. Well...maybe the Wildlife sector but then I'd have to deal with that manager and wouldn't have as much time to be home and all that jazz. Though, I would get a sick kit. Knowing Dave though this will be going onto an official record so I'll just say I'm happy where I am.

Tags!: @stanrendipity @lola-theshowgrl @tailoroffates @tisiphonewolfe (Idk how many you have done for these!) @gummybugg @moonluringfrost @mysticstarlightduck

[molagboop]

Out of curiosity, what is your favorite Samus design? Personally I like the Dread Suit and the Fusion Zero Suit. She just looked so ethereal in that game.

The Dread suits are definitely at the top when it comes to power suit design: the color choice and the inclusion of white in all three of the base upgrade designs complemented the orange and purple of Varia/Gravity seamlessly. Smooth design: they really look like a suit of armor that acts like a second skin.

The Metroid suit was particularly creative: the carapace look was sick. Love all the little grooves, ridges, spikes, and bumps. The mottling on the shell also gives it a good visual feel, it ties the look together and gives us a pleasing variation in color so the hard shell isn't just one shade of green.

The Light and Dark suits from the Prime series were also pretty cool, though, and I really dig what the base Fusion suit brought to the table. That organic look with the gelatinous blue tissue wrapping over the altered portions? Peak concept, cool aesthetic, and a look that flowed perfectly into Dread's base powersuit design.

As for suitless designs: I really liked her characterization and sense of style in the Fusion and Zero Mission end screens.

Left: Zero Mission Normal, 100%, under 2 hours

Right: Fusion, 100%, over two hours

Her hair is really cool in the Fusion endings, and several of Zero Mission's endings give us a look into Samus wearing the outfit casually rather than just posing for an ending screen. I appreciate that.

Now I'm thinking I should probably do something like a tier list. I don't think Samus has ever had a "bad" suit design, though there are definitely some that are better than others. Like "that's an odd choice/aesthetic, but it doesn't offend my sensibilities". For instance, a lot of people hate the Watermelon suit from Fusion, but I don't find it horrifically offensive, if that makes sense? Like it's on the lower end of the spectrum, but it's not "F" tier. I don't think Samus has had an F-tier suit so far (at least one that I can remember).