#vc trimming

[zorogabesarts]

Eepy little dood

[dmc4]

Posting this here once again instead of my OC's sideblog (will rb it there), but I was tagged by @devilbrakers!! Ummm... tagging @plaguery @blueeyestwinburstdragon @c0rpseductor @seventimesround @3lectro-heart @over--heaven OR steal this from me and @ me! Please don't feel pressured to do this!

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

It's Ripley Time

“I don’t mind the rain.” Their mouth hung open as if to say more. A single drop of rain grazed their lips. They blinked once and their jaw shut. Nothing else came to them. Nothing that felt “natural,” by any means. Their gaze shot to the side as they angled themself away. “… It makes a nice sound.”

"Hmmm, no thank you. Good bye."

"I know Nero. If he didn't want you around, he would have blatantly told you—in his words—to 'fuck off.' The fact he hasn't says more than you know."

"The tödlein are beholden to their nature—as we all are—but they won't go against my commands."

“I don’t understand this… meal implication. I don’t eat.”

"Are you not entertaining the offer because you think I'll give you an easy win as I'm smaller than you, or are you worried you'll be bested by someone under half your weight?"

"Before I met you, I didn't think myself capable of regarding anyone as a 'friend.' Let alone be regarded as one in return. Truth be told, I'm rather glad to be proven wrong."

"Lately, I've been really getting into drinking water."

“Not to doubt your ability, but if things take a bad turn… I’m incapable of healing you. My magic doesn’t give, only take.”

"Sorry to say this, but just shy of physically throwing me out, you're not going to chase me off so easily."

"I cannot see anyone being fond of a half-living corpse such as myself in such a way. It's too much to hope for."

“… I’m not sure why you’re so keen on keeping a reaper’s company. Most would rather not keep death around longer than needed,”

"The motorcycle is inherently a sexual vehicle."

“I believe that’s Fáfnir. I’ve heard rumors describing it as a great wyrm with insatiable greed,” -- “but if you ask me, it’s just a worm.”

"… Anyway, he's dead. Not that you need me to confirm it,"

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @cantillat!

Sonia hadn't thought for a second that he was there on business. Shirou might have changed greatly since their high school days, since the time he spent keeping house and looking after the likes of Miss Fujimura and Rin. But to be enjoying a place of luxurious depravity like Monaco? That was something she could never believe: there was no one here in need of his rescuing.

Herself included, despite the fatigue she kept carefully hidden behind curled lashes and a pale pink smile. "You don't look out of place," She assured him, quickly looking him up and down. It needed to be quick: for one, she was sure they were being watched by someone who recognized one or both of them, and two, she didn't trust herself to linger. She'd never seen him like this: jeans and a t-shirt, a school uniform, even naked from the navel up. But never truly polished, having left all semblance of boyhood behind. Right alongside his red hair and the last of his optimism.

The former didn't bother her. The latter, she'd spent some time thinking about ever since she left The Maldives. Something she never directly asked Hilda about when she saw her, but trusted that when she inquired after her work and the Edelfelt family, she'd let something slip if something had happened to Shirou Emiya. Her twin sister, Luviagelita, had been planning her wedding to him since the day they met in university: if magecraft school counted as university. Surely the family kept tabs on him, the best anyone could anyway. "Most of the patrons here, as long as they are well-dressed, tend to look quite aloof until they find something that sparks their interest. A high-stakes game, usually."

Or someone that sparked their interest. She'd left that part conveniently unsaid, especially as he'd complimented her dress. And despite being a princess who was complimented nearly every day on her appearance, Sonia's cheeks still matched the color of her lipstick as she smoothed down the front of the dusky silver skirt festooned with sparkling beads. "Thank you," She replied, her voice mimicked her smile: gentle, but pleased. "I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, though: it's important to support recycled items, especially during meetings related to climate change. Though among all of the black and jewel tones here, I imagine I'm the one who looks out of place." Even if she didn't bear a crown, she still glittered inside and out. There were no dark gowns, complete with darker looks and the intent of gambling an amount that could keep dozens, if not hundreds, of families healthy. That was more commonly the dress code among those she knew who ducked into the Monte Carlo: grateful for the unlimited betting options in the private room. Equally grateful that photography was banned throughout the casino, to protect their guests' dignity (if they managed to leave with some of it intact).

Something that she too now was thankful for. In spite of herself, Sonia's eyes lit up at his proposition: in eagerness, in a silent 'thank you' for switching exclusively to Japanese, even if it wouldn't solve every problem at hand. "It isn't too bold," She replied, glancing quickly over his shoulder. The young, presumably Novosonian, woman still looked rather starstruck: and while she couldn't take a photo (especially as an employee), that didn't stop her thumbs from flying across her mobile. Sonia gritted her teeth behind her smile, wondering what would be worse: the media getting wind of the Princess of Novoselic having a possible lover, or her family finding out.

Because, she realized with a sinking feeling in her stomach, that was precisely how a tip about her, in the Monte Carlo after the evening's official events had ended, chatting amiably with someone tall, dark, and handsome would look. Especially if it appeared that they already knew one another. Even if it wasn't the case at all: it was how it looked. Appearances, often even more than laws and regulations themselves, held more power over her life than anything else.

"It's just that I'd prefer to visit one of the bars on the quieter floors," She explained, stressing the last two words. She meant the floors that mostly contained the private rooms: if she was correct, it would be several hours yet until those games took a break, and no one would bat an eye if she took up residence on one of the velvet-upholstered stools or a low table for the sake of privacy until then. Sometimes, being a princess did come with perks. "I believe one of the wait staff is Novosonian, if not some of the patrons themselves. And I really don't wish to be the morning's breaking news. Would you mind escorting me to the bar upstairs?"

[sharkfinx]

< @foxcurse​ | cont’d >

            Divorce? They did marry too early in their lives. Due the circumstances of the shinobi’s world, soldiers from Kirigakure weren’t allowed to do it until they retired. Thankfully, or otherwise divorces were a bit harsh on that side. Until death tear us apart had the literal meaning.

            Kids hating their own father?— Give it a few years and they will understand. Moody teenagers would be angry at anything possible, his experience with a certain Uchiha taught him that. Only with the last complaint a knot formed at the throat, quickly letting all the papers fall from his hand, standing up abruptly from the chair as his glasses slide out from the hurry. 

“... Ichiraku’s..?” He asked in a sorrowful voice. That’s not something he would joke about, as he pushed the frame of his glasses back to the place. A man could lose his family, friends, money—but when they lose their appetite? That was the end. “Things were easier when all you had to do was worry about the end of the world, nee. Naruto kun.” One thing Kisame had to admit to himself, there’s nothing that he could say to help soothe those wounds. Feelings aren’t his strong point. He takes a step around the table, closer to the window where Naruto stood where he could look at his profile sideways. Leaning in, branding his cold sharp signature smile.

            “I wish he died already, nee. ~" He’s plain, simple and dry. “If he died…. I could just be "Well, it happens" and move on with my life.. but seeing him that way bothers me. Sad, alone, suffering things by himself like a fool! Instead of staying here. Where he could get all the help and support of his friends. Irks me..” He unlocked the window’s stoppers, sliding them open so the cold evening wind could enter and erase the stuffy mood from that place.

             “Unlike me;  all of you have soft hearts. If anything like that happens I’m sure you would feel guilty about not meeting them at least once. “I could have done something!” wouldn’t be like that? If anything happens, at least you did your part toward Sasuke kun. One less thing to be guilty of.” The secretary stepped over the window’s frame, untying his own tie as well letting go of the first buttons of his shirt to be able to move better.

             “As you wish. I'm thankful for your agreement. Ah....... I need more details on Hinata sama.” He threw his tie over the desk, staking a step outside. “You knoooooow, Naruto kun. In Kiri we all love to adopt kids—all the good part of raising them without all the bother of having relationships before. ” Kisame giggled, jumping immediately after looking over his shoulder.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Just finished the first draft of my diaporama for my presentation on the 20th. It's called Queerbaiting, or: I am so tired, and in it I talk about how OFMD is great and queerbaiting sucks

[b0ttl3gr33n]

my hair is so short rn ive got to kms

[blissfulanguish]

my  muse  accidentally  biting  yours  too  hard,  drawing  blood (shrike is bitey and overstimulated today hehe) / @butchersbird

He's accustomed to pain, has learned to deafen the silent screams of his nerves alight with invisible white hot needles- all singing in wordless agony. Managed to disassociate from the visceral, deep-rooted animal impulse to make himself small and unnoticeable, still and passive, mind abandoning the body at will.

Being fully conscious, present in the here and now is almost overwhelming to his senses. Their actions are hardly illicit, but achingly intimate and extremely inappropriate given their surroundings. For a moment Legato can almost feel the chill of icy blues staring down in abject judgment of his sacrilege. The hairs at the back of his neck stand on end in response to a phantom presence, the oppressive weight of His gaze settling unpleasantly in somewhere in his gut.

His hand slid down the length of Shrike's calf, fingers tracing the shapes of his ankle, pressing into the bony landmarks and divots of thin flesh before wordlessly hiking the hem of black dress slacks higher.

A sudden and unexpected bite to his collarbone and a thin rivulet of blood tracked down his sternum, Legato making no sound nor reaction aside his the inky blackness of his pupils dilating slowly- irises of gold thinning into twin halos.

The brunette beneath him spooked like a startled hare, both apologetic and slightly fearful.

"O' gentle heart ever present in blessed sacrament, pray deliver mercy upon the lost souls of my fellows. Be not severe in your judgments, but let drops of your precious blood fall upon the devouring flames," he murmurs against the shell of the other's ear, low and sweet as though in confession.

At least he was (somewhat) preserving the sanctity of Holy Communion.

Probably.

[ebonyforged]

@kansaisdragon​: [ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders ( Alternatively, consider: his huge-ass jacket ) || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 (accepting!)

     Heavy, warm clothes have never been a staple of her wardrobe, for many reasons. When she’s traveling, heavy coats and scarves are far too bulky to bring along. She has to travel light, or at times with nothing at all. Even if she had the means to bring such things with her, they are just far too obstructive. Mundus’s demon hordes have no regard for whether or not one is unfairly bogged down by their attire; being able to move around freely is a must when Limbo is only a hair’s breadth away.

     And, well. . . perhaps aesthetics play a part too. Why hide such a lovely figure beneath anything but a sleek, fitted coat? Or tonight, considering she had business to attend to before meeting with Ryuji that required a discreet touch, none at all. During the day, between her activities and the mild weather, it had been manageable, but now she finds herself involuntarily shivering every other minute while they walk down the street together.

     Her teeth have just begone to chatter in the midst of her sentence when a warm, heavy feeling comes over her. It settles on her shoulders first, then spreads down along her back. She’d been so engrossed in trying to hide such a basic weakness that she didn’t notice Ryuji shrugging off his coat and moving closer to wrap it around her shoulders. The remnant heat from his body is instantly soothing against her skin beneath the silk button-up that she’s wearing. The stark contrast has Ebony tense up initially before she stops mid-stride to look up at him. She must look ridiculous, swimming in the garment as she is, but it’s pleasant.

     “I can’t tell if you were just raised well, or if you’re warming up to me.” she’s smug, incredibly so, lips curled up into a sly smile that reaches her eyes. Perhaps it’s because it has been some time since she’s been on the receiving end of such gestures, but the warmth seems to make its way to her face, too. “For a dragon you sure are soft — and warm. You’re setting a dangerous precedent, I’ll start expecting this kind of behavior from you from now on.”

[boo-gutzz]

Etho doodle for a request I got!

Also??? New vita carnis vids yall??? Elder Trimmings??

Ily VC AU Scott and ur ugly little pet. They're everything to me. Dw Jimmy will come around and warm up to Princess eventually

[bubblegum-blackwood]

VC Characters Body Hair Headcanons:

Lestat: Sparse chest, belly, pit, leg, and pubic hair, all blonde

Louis: He doesn’t have full-on chest hair, but maybe a few strays gathered around each nipple. But his pits and bush are glorious, and his leg hair is very noticeable against how pale his skin is

Armand: No chest hair, but he does have some nice auburn on his legs. Of course, he also has pits and pubes ✨

Daniel: About as sparse as Lestat, although since he’s paler and his hair is a few shades darker, it’s a bit more noticeable. He also has a bit more hair on his stomach

Marius: Canon says at least his face and chest were shaved but in my heart he has a happy trail 😔

Thorne: The thickest, most luscious you’ve ever seen. On his chest, on his back, on his arms, on his legs ~ everywhere

Santino: Just slightly less hairy than Thorne, but it’s very dark and coarse

Quinn: He has some bush and leg hair, but I don’t really see him as being very hairy anywhere else. Stubbornly ignoring the canon lack of pit hair, though

Nicki: The usual, pits, pubes, and legs, and I think he’d have some nice curling chest hair, but not much in the way of belly/back/ass

Mael: Completely smooth, like a little baby dolphin 🐬

Jesse: In my heart she’s a legs and pits unshaven kinda girl, absolutely glorious bush, with a little bit of tummy hair too, cuz it’s natural and she can’t be bothered to change it. Even though her head, arm, and leg hair is red, I imagine her pit and pubic hair, and her eyebrows and eyelashes, to be black

Maharet and Mekare: all red hair, kind of soft and fine, not a whole lot except on their lower legs and armpits. I think that especially more toward the modern day Maharet might shave at least her pits and also possibly her pubes, but Mekare is too far gone to give a fuck lmfao. Not that either of them have much to worry about anyway

Seth: That is one bald motherfucker 😔 I mean if we’re going by how he actually would have lived as an ancient Egyptian he should be completely hairless but I do like to imagine him with some hair on his head at least, idk about anywhere else though

Fareed: Can’t remember if he is described as having a beard or not but I picture him with one, and also a lot of armpit, chest, and leg hair. I think he maybe trimmed his belly and pubic hair, but he’s got this one really long hair on his ass that Seth is absolutely enamoured with 🥰

Khayman: Like Seth, as an ancient Egyptian theoretically he shaved his whole body, but I imagine him with a natural head of hair and actually some chest hair as well

Pandora: Her pit and leg hair is kind of light and fine, not super noticeable from farther away, but she’s got the darkest, most beautiful bush you’ve ever seen

Bianca: Super soft and fine and very light blonde, pits and pubes fully intact

Gabrielle: Some greying blonde leg and tummy hair, and her pits and pubes are thicker, curlier, and more coarse, black but greying

Rose: something about her gives me the vibes that she would like, trim her pubes into the shape of a heart or some shit 🤣 and also she shaves her leg and pit hair so upon being made a vampire she was mostly smooth

[thatesqcrush]

Inaugural Sparks

David (A Murder at the End of the World) x reader.

AN: I know nothing about Raúl’s character so forgive me for any mischaracterizations. I just really wanted to write something for this character and couldn’t wait until the 14th.

Rating: NSFW for 🌶️🌶️

You stood poised in front of a rustic bar, your heart fluttering with the anticipation of your first date with David Alvarez. The autumn air is crisp, causing a soft blush to bloom on your cheeks. You are clad in a cozy, burnt-orange sweaterdress that complements the fall foliage. Your eyes, full of hope and curiosity, are as vibrant as the setting sun. Your fingers nervously played with the cuff of your sleeve, a silent testament to the excitement and uncertainty of the impending encounter. The scent of fallen leaves and the distant sound of laughter from the bar added to the atmosphere of anticipation.

In many ways this was a blind date. But it also wasn’t.

It was a date in the making through mutual friends, Andy Ronson, and his wife Lee, who showed you off to David on his phone and vice versa with him to you. It might have been just a picture, but the attraction was instantaneous.

And this date took weeks in the making thanks to conflicting work schedules. David was an Argentine venture capitalist who happened to be on the top ten Midas list for Forbes. While VCs only invested in 2–3 companies a year, the rest of his time was spent platonically courting entrepreneurs. Suffice it to say, he was loaded. But truthfully, you were well off as well and your work had kept you just as busy.

You and David had been texting and calling for weeks now. Some of the communications were purely innocent, while others were downright filthy. Finally, after so many nights of teasing and eluding, of shared pictures that showed little but promised much more, you were going to be meeting face to face. You had a feeling that this evening held the promise of something special.

You checked the time on your watch before re-applying your lipstick. Then drawing a deep breath in, you made your way into the dimly lit bar, poised, head raised in confidence. As you made your way in, you realized that David was already at the bar. He is sitting, facing the door with one leg hooked through the legs of the stool. He wore a crisp white button down, the top two buttons open, accentuating his tanned skin. There was a glint of a gold chain from the overhead lights. His hair - a distinguished mix of salt and pepper - was perfectly coiffed and accompanied with a neatly trimmed beard.

You could tell he was striving for casualness but there remained a tension in the way he sat, a restlessness you could sense in your gut - as if he preferred to pace and prowl the room while he waited. He exuded sophistication - but there was an air of rugged charm which added to his already distinguished features.

One broad palm cradled a tumbler full of brown liquor. He swirled the drink close to the rim, allowed it to settle and then raised it to his perfectly pink lips. You paused mid-stride, drinking him in. His eyes snapped up, meeting yours and the air cracked with a magnetic pull.

Unbeknownst to you, David had already spotted you outside, bathed in the early evening light, a vision in your sweater dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. He couldn’t believe his luck.

David’s intense gaze held for a moment before he lowered his, dragging along the curves of your dress. His lips twitched in a smile at the hint of skin between the hemline of your dress and the thigh highs that you wore.

You felt desire shoot down your belly, creating a warm pool between your thighs. The smoldering look in his green eyes caused your nipples to harden and pucker against the fabric, eager to show off for him, already seeking his touch. The tip of his tongue emerged to dance along his bottom lip. For a moment, you imagine what it must be like to sink your hands into his beard as you kiss him.

Pictures did not do him justice. He was without a doubt, the most fucking handsome man you had ever had the pleasure of looking at. You take in the width of his broad shoulders, down his chest. You finally continue your journey until you are standing face to face with him.

You get a whiff of spice from his aftershave. Your blood fizzes in response and your pussy is now throbbing in tandem with your heartbeat. More slickness gathers between your thighs and you know he would be pleased when he found out you weren’t wearing any underwear.

He shifted in his seat, causing you to smile. The two of you had not even touched, but you could already tell that he was growing hard, the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants. You ached to have him fill you, fucking you hard as your pussy milked him for all that he was worth.

Pleasantries are exchanged and as you sit next to him, you order a shot of tequila with a lime. David watched you with intense fascination as you slammed the shot back. You bit into the lime, sucking out every last drop of citrus, igniting an electric shock that sent shivers down David’s spine and right to his aching cock.

The night continued over a shared bottle of red wine as you each shared stories about work and life. David mentioned he was planning on attending an upcoming exclusive retreat at Andy’s high-tech hotel, located in the snowiest reaches of Iceland.

But as the evening deepened, so did the connection between the two of you. The chemistry was undeniable, and it only grew as the two of you shared more personal tales, vulnerabilities laid bare.

When the idea of dessert was floated to the two of you by the bartender, you took the opportunity to reach for David’s thigh.

“I am not hungry for dessert.” You felt as if you were almost vibrating with desire.

David’s fingers traced a path along your hand, causing your breath to hitch. “There is something about you that I can’t resist.”

You gave him a victorious smile. You changed to standing and planted yourself in between his legs. You leaned to his ear.

“Finish your drink and pay the man.” You finished with a nip to his ear causing David to groan.

The pupils of his eyes are dilated and you are pleased as punch watching him swallow the remainder of his drink before slamming the glass along the bartop. He reached for his wallet and dropped a few hundred dollar bills, more than enough to cover the tab and then some. “Keep the change.”

Finally, you found yourselves beneath the canopy of bar, waiting for an Uber to arrive. David pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. You let out a moan as his tongue licked hotly into your mouth. The world around you both faded away as the two of you surrendered to the intensity of the attraction.

The kiss deepened, and the sparks that had been building all night ignited into a passionate, all-consuming flame.

FIN.

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[epicocat]

I realized i haven’t been giving any GunplUpdates to the, like, 3 people that care, so I’ll just do a quick review of the nine kits I’ve built since the Zeong

Real Grade Sazabi

Probably one of the best RG kits I’ve built so far, at least in recent memory. It’s big, it’s articulate, it’s detailed, I love it!

High Grade Gundam NT-1, AKA Gundam Alex

This one was certainly an older kit. It builds the same as any other HG RX clone, and absolutely needs panel lining with all the molded details (good thing I picked up a pen recently). However, despite all its limitations, the HG Gundam Alex turned out better than I expected, and poses quite nicely!

I’m not at all biased because we have the same name :P

High Grade Mobile Doll May (Gundam Base Color)

This is probably my first official step into the Mecha Masume genre of model kits, but not my first girlpla (I’ve built the Figure Rise Sulleta Mercury the Artery Gear Fusion Guard Spider Feidy kit [highly recommend] before either of them). I doubt I‘ll end up buying anything more scandalous than this, I really don’t care for the half naked robot girls of Frame Arm Girls or Megami Device.

That all being said, this was a really fun kit! It was my first run with waterslide decals, and I think they turned out… mostly ok. The articulation is really good, the sculpting is well detailed (especially in the areas meant for other fans) and I just like kits that come with stands.

I will say, i do not and will not understand the appeal of battle stilettos (it’s hard to see in the pic but her feet are basically pointed straight down in the heels she’s wearing)

Sakura’s Edge

Another of my few non Bandai kits, Sakura comes from the Armored Puppet line of kits from Number 57. It’s another 1/24th scale kit, which means she is very very smol. Her most stand out feature is her third giant buster-arm, capable of wielding a sword twice her height. The bright pink, gold, and white go really well together, and she just looks really nice! Unfortunately her armor is more of an afterthought from the creators, as some parts need to be filed and trimmed excessively to get them to fit (I was in a VC with a friend, he can testify I was almost brought down by the shoes), and other parts just sit loose, ready to pop right off after the slightest tap, touch, or pinch.

30 Minute Missions Spinatia (Commando Type)

This kit was my intro to 30MM and I wish I bought more of them sooner! It was a cheap impulse purchase from a “local” hobby store I was checking out and it was a really enjoyable experience! It was simple and relatively fast (I failed the mission, it took me an hour), but using all the extra parts and mixing and matching equipment was so fun to play around with and experiment with what looks cool, something I hope to see more of as I build more Hexa Gear kits. In the meantime though, I have a 30 Minute Custom to plan >:3c

Transparent SD Gundam and Char’s Zaku II

I dont own many SD kits, and I think these are some more I’ll snag more of as I shop around. They’re simple and cute! They’re both Cross Silhouettes, but only the Zaku came with the CS frame, so the Gundam is just really squat and even more chibi in comparison. Overall not much to write home about, but still fun!

High Grade Gundam Maxter

The only red white and blue I’ll ever stand for

That being said, this was a really great kit! It’s a shame it’s P-Bandai limited, along with Gundam Rose. It absolutely needs panel lining for its literal abs of steel and face, but it still looks quite nice. It’s very articulate and it was hard to pick just one photo that truly sums up the insanity of Gundam Maxter, perfectly captured in gunpla form. It comes with everything seen in the picture, along with its flying surfboard shield, guns, and an effect part for its bursting machinegun punch. It is such a great kit, and comes with enough ham to justify its $30 price tag, despite the fact that Maxter is in fact very small.

High Grade Messer F-01

I love The messer’s design. It feels like a true successor to the Zaku series of suits. I know canonically it’s built off of the Sazabi, but it’s design is 100% Zaku. It’s got that respirator like mouthpiece, and the spiky asymmetric shoulder armor. Is just so cool! And did I mention this things size yet? It, like it’s predecessor are big boys, snd both stand almost as tall as many master grade gunpla in my collection. Overall an amazing kit!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Im kind of surprised that we got Armand's backstory in this ep??? And it was pretty much the whole thing, not trimmed. Im just along for the ride but maybe the Marius truthers are right lol

Marius truthers?^^ Which means... what? :)

I mean, this is the VC. A lot of the backstories are fucking horrific. Lestat's is, too! Maharet and Mekare were raped ceremonially. Marius was kidnapped to be sacrificed!

... I don't mean to belittle it here, but I am not surprised this show is going full in, and this is only one of the backstories.

They will put their fingers into wounds.

But there are no clear cut villains in these books and there are none in the show. Oh, there's blame, and hate, and fucked up stuff. But none of them are just "evil".

[disturbnot]

— ALL IS VIOLENT, ALL IS BRIGHT

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▸ hiiii. i'm shan. nice to meet you :) and if you're an old follower coming back? (kurtis conner vc) ✨ what's up, how's it going? it's very good to see you again, i hope you're doing well! ✨ ▸ nobody under the age of 21, please. i'm in my 30s, i have no business with teenagers. here's £5, go see a skibidi. ▸ no weirdos in general. or bigots or whatever. but i feel like that goes without saying these days. and please don't steal my stuff! all art on this blog is by me for the purpose of this general project and this blog only. ▸ otherwise, i like to believe i'm a pretty candid and easy-going person (well, besides the auDHD. i'm just a silly little guy); i'm not too easily bothered by things and i don't have any personal triggers, but i will always let you know if any kind of issue pops up :) ▸ general warnings apply for dark and mature content; there will probably be themes of (or at least allusions to) death, immortality, alcoholism/addiction, unreality, natural disasters, blood and violence, etc. i will tag things to the best of my ability, but if you need something specific tagged, just let me know. ▸ there will be occasional and tame nsfw here, usually on sundays. ash is nearly 40 and he looks and acts it; he's more like an oc simply sharing ash's name atp. anything zesty will be appropriately tagged and tucked under a readmore. ▸ i post ooc often but also tend to delete it afterward, so it's usually only ever temporary clutter on the dash. it's my blog anyway. i get to do the yapping. and i try not to take any of this stuff too seriously. i truly am out here just Saying Things.

INTERACTING

▸ this is a mutuals only blog; meaning i will only write and interact with mutual followers. i do tend to follow first if i find a blog i like, but if you don't want to follow back, i will usually unfollow after a couple of days to keep my dash trim! i also tend to be slow and selective with follow backs, in part because i am wary of overloading myself with too many potential ideas and friends at once; it's hard to split focus between too many people with all this golden retriever energy. ▸ i am SLOW. i work 42hrs a week, have my own place to maintain, unmedicated adhd, anemia, and a dear dad with alzheimer's i help take care of. i love rp, but it's not my be-all and end-all (despite the fact i still keep winding up here!) ▸ i am out of practice. it's been a very long time since i've been able to write prose consistently and i am a little rusty with things. your patience will sow interesting rewards, i hope. ▸ i'm usually juggling many convo threads and lose messages easily—double messaging is okay if you think i've missed something! ▸ i like others' ooc posts a lot; like a friendly nod so folks know i've seen them. if this isn't cool with you, let me know! ▸ i am very flexible when it comes to establishing crossovers and au verses! ash currently has verses for star trek, the boys, supernatural, RGG, fandomless, and other verses you can read more about here. ▸ i love shipping, but it's not the total focus of the blog; the chemistry and vibe has to be right, and ash is not always the easiest muse in the world to ship with, i will warn you in advance. still ... pspspspsps dare you to try your luck! (muses aged 25+ only!)

WISHLIST

watch this space :)c

[strange-calathea]

OH WOW THAT WAS SO MUCH NEW INFORMATION :D IM GONNA GO BACK AND STUDY IT LATER (also look into each news report to get a better idea of the publics view on the vc creatures)

[spoilers vv]

So I'm thinking it's definitely a hive mind if all the trimmings reacted to the sounds

And also LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE JUST LITTLE GUYS !!!! :(

[gimletagain]

gimlet, i need to know where you think the $10 million went. I'm assuming the hermes blanket fund but why would you ever release something like this

I think it’s interesting that they put out an impact report that’s light on real numbers in advance of the 990. (By interesting, I mean it’s a planned diversion from the scrutiny and criticism that even neutral charity watchdogs will call them out on. $13m in funds and they only gave $3m out? Bad, unless they are restricted grants made to be part of multi-year commitments or earmarked for things like capital campaigns, which makes no sense since they’re not building out any facilities.)

the $10m came from an anonymous donor via the Silicon Valley community foundation. If I had to guess it comes from Benioff. Multiple connection points, the most notable being one of the VCs backing BetterUp through Salesforce ventures. More pathetically he’s such a Hollywood starf*cker that he invites Matthew McConaughy and will.I.am to salesforce meetings. Activist investors are looking to start trimming the company. Good luck.