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sukiipjs · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ MATT NSFW ABC’S

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a- aftercare (how are they like after sex?)

always makes sure that you’re alright and asks if you need anything a million times then cuddles you or just lays in bed with you watching some random videos/shows, whatever. just wants to be close to you after.

b- body part (what’s their favorite body part of yours? + favorite part of their own body?)

he loves your lips, he looooves staring at them, kissing you, feeling them on him, anything. he just loves your lips. (and your tits, always staring and always hurts his face in them when hugging you LMAO.)

he loves his arm and hands, mostly cause of his tattoos. plus he loves when you play with his fingers, or when he uses his fingers on you. 😸

c- cum (anything to do with cum.)

loves cumming inside you, huge breeding kink tbh. he also loves when you cum on his fingers, he just loves giving you pleasure and knowing he did.

d- dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves being vulnerable during sex (sometimes) like when you tape his mouth shut, blindfold him, just anything to feel like you’re in full control.

e- experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

around two or so bodies but definitely knows what he’s doing and knows how to make you feel the best you can and what you like. (definitely prioritizes your pleasure over his.)

f- favorite position (what is their favorite position?)

looooves cowgirl, seeing your tits bounce and always loves seeing your face while fucking. also loves missionary tbh.

g- goofy (are they serious during sex? etc.)

likes to make jokes and show his humor, wants to make sure you’re all okay and comfortable with everything.

h- hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc. + how he likes you.)

likes to keep himself clean, but not bald 💀 for you he doesn’t mind, but honestly doesn’t like it clean shaven, likes to have the texture tbh.

i- intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect?)

loves intimacy in it all and in general, one of the many reasons why he loves missionary. loves to look at you, kiss you, hear all the noises you make, and loves whispering in your ear small praises.

j- jack off (masturbation headcannon)

likes to watch either the wholesome home made porn or the super cliche shit like step mom stuff. 💀 but after watching some likes to use his imagination until he finishes.

k- kink (what kink or kinks do they have?)

like i said, breeding kink for sure. but also definitely praise, just loves hearing how good he’s making you feel, or how good he’s doing when you’re pleasuring him.

l- location (where is their favorite place to do it?)

bedroom, doesn’t really like public stuff but doesn’t mind car sex if it’s not somewhere super out there where people could easily see.

m- motivations (what turns when on during sex?)

loves when you send him nudes or voice messages and if you do it while he’s out he’ll immediately go and drive to you.

n- no (what’s something they wouldn’t do/turn offs?)

anything that breaks skin or anything that could hurt you more than it should. into choking and tough stuff like that but like no knifes, or stuff that’s purposefully trying to really do damage yk?? + not a big fan of anal tbh.

o- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving, etc?)

he LOVES LOOOOVES eating pussy, he literally goes feral and loves focusing on every little thing to make you feel the best and loves hearing every sound you make. but also loves when you suck him off and overstimulate him tbh.

p- pace (are they fast and rough/soft and sensual?)

tends to go slower at first but then starts hammering your shit until your moaning so much he has to shut you up LMAO.

q- quickies (what are their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

likes to take his time with everything so not a fan but he/you are really pent up or whatever, sure or if y’all are at a friends house or public he’ll sneak you into the bathroom or something.

r- risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

loves trying new things with you and is willing and open to almost anything if you are too and it makes you both happy.

s- stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

loves when you overstimulate him and keep going after he cums but usually just one round tbh.

t- toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he would 100% use a vibrator on you. for him, i don’t think he’d use toys unless you want to try the vibrator on him. 🤧 (he loves when you make him moan your name and makes him squirm.)

u- unfair (how much they like to tease?)

he doesn’t always tease but he does like to but honestly likes it even more when you tease him.

v- volume (how loud are they during sex? what sounds do they make etc.)

makes the most unimaginable sounds, omg. moans and whimpers sooo much, so vocal. he loves to make out with you as you tease him, making him moan into your mouth. AHH.

w- wildcard (a random head cannon)

loves when you mark him up and scratch at his back or arms and loves when you leave a bunch of hickeys on him.

y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not higher than yours but will go anytime you need/want. but you do know how to get him super horny, any touch could just set him off.

z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

depends on what time it is, if it was earlier in the day he’ll lay for a little then continue with his day. if it was later then he’d fall asleep a few minutes after you do while he holds you in his arms. always makes sure you’re okay before though and makes sure you get anything you need.

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moxiemozze · 2 months

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BroZone designs + trollsona doodle

Some Headcanons vvv :D

John Dory:

• he’s aroace

• he should be grey but is basically repressing his depression so he has grey splotches in some areas, he tries to keep it hidden from his brothers but he also doesn’t like seeing it

•tells a different story every time you ask about a scar you never know which one is real

•got his first grey hair at 15 because of stress and got two more when he was 17 a week before the band broke up

• #1 OCD haver

•ambidextrous

•thought all his brothers were dead

Bruce:

•transgender, he thought he was a lesbian for a while, turns out he likes girls but not when he’s one

•him and brandy are t4t

• Beach Rock and Pop, like Elvis style music I forget the name

•I know his kids have canon names but I think he named them after drinks besides Bruce Jr.

•used to be a terrible cook

•Bruce has a tail but it’s very short and hidden by his hair

Clay:

•Aromantic

•he’s in a platonic relationship with Viva

•he has a huge scar on his chest from the burgen escape but hides it with his sweater romper

•has had a cataracts since birth (just like me fr) and had these huge nerd glasses as a kid but didn’t wear them anymore once the band got popular

Floyd:

•MLM and trans

•PopPunk

•Saw JD at a bar once in his early 20’s, blinked and he was gone. He didn’t drink for the rest of the night

•has gone grey multiple times, but because he wasn’t grey as long as Branch his mood doesn’t affect his colors but it did affect his ears

•has severe joint pain in his wrist and his leg, needs a cane to walk around on good days

• has the same hair texture as Clay but straightens it

•says he thinks his hair is cool now

Branch:

•transgender and bi

•Pop but loves every style of music

•looks the most like his mom

•didn’t take care of his hair when grey had to learn how to take care of it with Poppy

•he did his top surgery himself and that’s why it looks so botched

•he had a crush on creek for about a week then decided to hate him after seeing him being his typical asshole self

•has so many nicknames from poppy and his brothers, his secret favorite is twig

Branch color variants

I almost forgot to add the obligatory creek hate photo

#trolls band together #trolls fanart #trolls john dory #trolls bruce #trolls branch #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls creek #trolls sona

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ivystoryweaver · 7 months

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im so interested in what u think the moon boys would be like as dads???

Ohhhhh, this is gonna hurt my heart. In a good way. I have a lot of feelings about Moon Dads and I've not yet written fics about it so yeah...

I'm gonna jump right in with Marc.

I think if Marc had a child, he would be all in: attentive, tender, affectionate.

I don't actually believe Marc would be afraid of parenting. I know that can be a popular hc/fic plot and I totally understand why, and love reading those.

But I think Marc would be one of those people that would try to do the opposite of what was done to him. Example: his parents were married and that went well... (sarcasm)

Yet Marc got married. He and Layla were together for years and, according to her, had "adventures together", meaning they worked as a (likely successful) team. Marc bailed on Layla once his mom passed and he could no longer control or hide his disassociations (plus Khonshu's threats for Layla to be his next avatar).

Point being: Marc did get married and seemed pretty successful at it, for the most part.

Marc is in charge of bath time. This includes little toy boats, fish that squirt water, bubbles. He's going to wash their hair, or whatever hair needs they have, depending on race and hair types. If it is a hair type he isn't as familiar with, he is going to be talking to his partner, looking up vids, whatever it takes. Touch is going to be so important to him. He is the dad who will know how to do french braids or styles for textured hair.

He's never going to react in anger. If he is angry, he's going to hand the reins to Steven or sometimes Jake (if he is able, it's obviously not a parlor trick), or he will just say to his little one, "Daddy is going to take a time out. I'll be back in a minute and we can have a talk." The idea of putting himself in time out is so endearing to his child that they end up calming from whatever misbehavior they were attempting, wanting to join him in the corner for time out, touching a plushie or reading a book in his lap.

They learn very young that their father's expressions can be stern but his hands are safe. They will not want to disappoint him.

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Steven can converse naturally with children, this we see in the first episode. Steven's open, engaging nature is great for children. His own childlike wonder will shine in fatherhood. He was also able to quickly redirect the behavior of the girl who was littering at the museum. So a spunky child in a doctor's office waiting room will be easily wrangled by a distracting toy, quick game or wonderful story.

Steven is your go-to guy for bedtime stories. With a young child, Steven will share how wondrous the world around them is. He'll always have a anecdote or a fun fact for tweens or teens.

He will offer choices. "Do you want to put on 'jammies now or after a story?" "Do you want to help Dad set the table or feed the cat?" Steven has lacked agency in his life, so he is going to give it to his child. He will teach them to speak up for their needs.

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Jake is going to be such a little shit as a dad. I'm sorry but there is no nicer way to say it lol. Jake's used to operating in the background and he's a night owl. He's the fun dad. He's the "don't tell mom" dad (or don't tell dad, dad). Kid wants stay up 15 extra minutes? It's Jake that's gonna sneak them some of the popcorn he popped after they were supposed to be asleep. As a partner, you'd find your little one on Jake's knee in the most comfy chair, watching the Yankees play baseball.

You give them The Look™ and they know they are busted. They exchange guilty glances and then Jake starts repeating words in Spanish. Baseball, Popcorn, very good! If you are already all Spanish speakers then Jake pretends to be practicing in both Spanish and English.

Either way, he and his little twin, with their adorable curls, give you shit eating grins.

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an-architect-of-words · 3 months

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We need to talk about Tartt’s character descriptions

More Donna Tartt praise.

She writes human physical descriptions in the most genuine and true-to-life ways. I didn’t even realize how many books do not go into the actual nuance of human appearances until I read TSH and Goldfinch.

I think most books kind of categorize people as pretty, ugly, or plain then lean into what generally makes people pretty, ugly, or plain plus hair and eye colors. I love how Tartt’s books make characters appear how the majority of people really do: an assortment of specific details. There’s Boris’s bitten nails and how Henry is big and square but does not carry himself as if he is. Bunny is a once-muscled guy (now more chubby) whose naturally good looks are starting to get a little sloppy. His nose is also a bit small/sharp for his face shape. Camilla is pretty, and we hear about her thick ankles and the way her curls rest at her temples. Francis is nice-looking because he carries and styles himself well, but we hear that those things compensate for his kind of beaky nose and boney angles.

Pippa is another great example! Theo describes her looks as tender and precious. She comes across as very cute in a homely way. But we hear that her eyes look “naked” because her lashes are so pale (I can imagine this so well!) and that her nose is long. Her cheeks are thin. Theo notes these things, and thinks she’s pretty anyway; he assumes he must have some personal affinity for her and is given a wake-up call when Everett also finds these traits cute.

OH actually let me squeeze in Mr. Barbour here. Because lol???

His eyes were a queer unstable gray and his hair was pure white, which made him seem older than he was until you noticed that his face was young and pink — boyish, even. His ruddy cheeks and his long, old-fashioned nose, in combination with the prematurely white hair, gave him the amiable look of a lesser founding father, some minor member of the Continental Congress teleported to the twenty-first century.

This is so specific and so easy to see. It stuck out to me when I read it, and my mom mentioned it to me when she read it. She said she was really hit by Andy’s dad’s description and thought it was funny but did a really good job delivering an image.

It’s just so real and gets at how normal people actually are: not always pretty in a “safe” way. Tartt has the guts to give you a description of an actual unique, textured person and say “This is nice.” Or, in Bunny’s case, give someone who is basically handsome but not necessarily pleasant-looking. Theres so much nuance, and it’s honest.

It kind of made me rethink how I write human descriptions. There are “safe” things to point out that become a little insubstantial if you combine too many of them: “The pretty girl has glossy hair and curves and bright blue eyes.” And then there’s going into actual shapes and the way people carry themselves and how some features look against others. It honestly just makes the characters really pop and they’re easy to envision.

#Kitsey and Charles are the only ones who seem kind of straight-forwardly attractive #Donna Tartt is SO observant about people #she nails how people actually act and feel #and how they actually look #I can imagine that she could actually see her characters in her head while writing them #it’s all so charming #the secret history #donna tartt #tsh #bunny corcoran #henry winter #francis abernathy #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #pippa blackwell

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project-sekai-facts · 5 months

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the way i only JUST realized that in An's "The Overflowing Feelings" card behind her isn't An's reflection no that is NAGI.....

and im pretty sure there is a bunch more symbolism in it because like. i think nagi is wearing a hospital gown in that card instead of her regular clothes but it is kinda hard to tell

sometimes i see an ask and think "i could make this so much worse" and this is one of those times.

that's not a reflection, that is straight up ghost Nagi. if you notice the grunge texture is actually overlaid over the entire illustration, not just behind the fence. it's not a mirror, it's a fence that separates the living (an) and the dead (nagi). i also like how everything except Nagi on the dead side is blurry even the plants that are right next to her. i can't give an actual explanation because annoyingly this set didn't get a blog post, but my personal interpretation of this is that it's meant to show how Nagi is still close to An even after she's gone (personally I like to connect it to An carrying her memory of Nagi in her heart becase she's clutching her shirt over her heart, but i think you could interpret it as Nagi watching over An from the spirit world too if you want).

i think it could be a hospital gown based on general appearance and the way it ties at the back, but as you said it's hard to tell. it would make some sense though since she died in hospital. but it could just be a generic black dress, since it doesn't look like the hospital clothes she wore in the story. also if you look closely you'll notice her lineart in in a white-grey color which makes her look more ghostly than An.

Also notice how all the other pillars have the red flowers on them (the ones from the gekokujo jacket). I believe these are gerberas, which are sometimes used as funeral flowers. i.e the flowers placed on the other pillars are to say goodbye, but she's actually right there with An.

i think i can still make this worse.

contrast with An's card from Vivid Old Tale. y'know, the one all about her relationship with Nagi and the first time they actually implied that Nagi's dead (they subtly hint at it in BFBY but it was far more obvious in VOT).

This set actually did get a blog post so I can go on about the symbolism. The cards in this set were based on the theme of "warmth and nostalgia", which heavily connects to the event being about An looking back at her childhood and time spent with Nagi, and how much she loves her home.

Sunflowers obviously tie in to that warmth, but they also symbolise positivity, happiness, and hope (the color yellow does as well).

Also this part of the interview:

The people she loves have seen her grow up and smile compared to when she was a kid and crying after running away. Now while people she loves who have watched her grow up could be her mom or dad, or even Taiga, considering the untrained card...

The person she's smiling at is Nagi.

And that's what makes the LUTF set so fucked up because just LOOK there's so much contrast between them. Sunflowers representing VBS' hope compared to the despair in the LUTF set caused by their defeat to Taiga. The bright colors next to greyscale (and red), how cold the LUTF set is next to the VOT set. An holding flowers in both but in one they're flowers symbolising joy and in one they're flowers symbolising grief.

The fact that the POV in An's VOT card is probably Nagi watching her all grown up vs Nagi being dead and separated from An in her LUTF card, not to mention that Nagi is no watching her (but was she ever really with An in the VOT card in the first place?). An crying in both untraineds but in one she's being comforted by Nagi and in one she's crying because Nagi is gone.

this card fucks me up.

#they should bring back mafuyu's medium powers with ghost nagi /j #asks #mod talks

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profectua · 4 months

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Isagi: Back when he was younger, he had a phase where he would do the dab whenever he scored a goal. It could be completely outdated too and people would cringe at him LMAO. Might’ve also done fortnite dance (he doesn’t even play fortnite). His teammates try to go over and celebrate but he randomly breaks into the orange justice (he can’t even do it properly) so they end up just standing there like 🧍. Let him have his moment I guess???

Bachira: He was one of those kids that played with insects outside or something (speaking from experience) 😭. You’d catch him playing outside and there were 3 worms, each with different names. He probably gave them sad backstories too. The neighbors thought he was weird as hell. If someone pointed it out, he’d be like “Stop being rude to them! They’re my friends!” And he’d actually look pissed off, exactly like this emoji 😠. If he comes back to the same spot only to find that they aren’t there, he’ll come home crying 😭 🙏 Please help him.

Chigiri: He’s canonically a moody guy…I feel like he ‘decides’ his mood for the day ykyk 😭. If it’s a clear sky, sunny day, he’ll choose to be happy but if he wakes up and it’s raining, he decides that he’s gonna be angry. Always ends up breaking character though. If he's laughing and suddenly remembers that he's supposed to be angry, he’ll immediately put on a blank expression again like 😐 and the people around him think they did something wrong LMAOO. Like??? What happened bro???

Kunigami: His go-to pose for photos is the thumbs up or the peace sign and HE LOOKS SO STIFF. He’s just there like 🙂 ✌️. He looks so awkward pls 😭. His little sister is trying so hard not to laugh and he’s just like ???? What's so funny?? If he’s accidentally photo-bombing and realises too late, he’ll strike that EXACT POSE until someone tells him to move cus his brain couldn’t process it ITS SO SAD 😭

Nagi: Once, when he was younger, he tried doing one of those free robux application things where you play a bunch of games for robux and he thought it was legit because some youtuber did it. His parents were like “Seishiro what are you even doing” and he was like “I’m grinding robux mom, you wouldn’t understand” Like Nagi…don’t even get your hopes up 😬. Long story short, it didn’t work and he ended up with some virus on his ipad. He woke his parents up at 3am and was like “um…I think I got hacked ☹️” His parents WERE NOT pleased 😭

Reo: Had a little rebellious phase where he only used cringey Gen Z slang. In front of his parents too and they’d stare at him like 😨. “Zamn ngl this food is bussin’ fr goated no cap,” said young Reo, at a luxurious 5-star restaurant. His mom almost choked on her food. Probably got side-eyed by the waiter too. He didn’t even realise that it wasn’t cool until he found out that NOBODY actually says all that 😭.

Barou: When he’s eating other people's food or eating at a restaurant, he judges it like he’s Gordan Ramsey or something??? Imagine he’s at someone's house for dinner and then when they’re eating he has this whole routine. First he sniffs, feels the texture, then he examines with his eyes, and finally starts eating. You’ll tell if he likes it or not from his expressions 💀 He’ll start interrogating too LMAO. He’d be like “What kind of spice is this?” “How much salt did you add?” HE’S NOT PLAYING YALL.

Rin: Took elementary dodgeball SERIOUSLY. He’d yell at his teammates. Losing? Not on his watch. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?! IT’S DODGE BALL NOT GET HIT IN THE FACE BALL YOU LOSER!”. If he ever lost a game in PE, he’d start crying and throwing a fit, all while blaming his teammates. He would act like an angel if Sae was there though LMAO.

Hiori: He tries to re-enact cool moves from video games. Like if there's a character that has a cool playstyle he’ll literally hop out of his gaming chair just to swing a spatula around 😭. He got the sound effects goin on too, you can hear little pews and booms. Or if there’s a specific voice line from the final boss that he thinks sounds cool he’ll say it out loud (sometimes his parents hear and they think that he’s lost it not that they care though.)

Karasu: He had a huge chess.com phase, probably in middle school. But he was that one kid that goes ‘I wasn’t even trying tho lol’ when he lost (behind the screen he is SCREAMING in rage). ALSO He’s the type to be super expressive (kinda like Barou) 😭. You’ll know when he’s judging you cus’ his face will go 😬 😲 ☹️ 😧 🤔 in that order 💀. He could say something but his expressions reveal all there is.

Yukimiya: When he first got his glasses, he probably forgot them a lot LOL. Like he’d show up to football practice without them and one of his teammates would go “Yo where’s your glasses, Yukki?” and he’d be like…oh yeah. There was probably one point where he thought his eyesight was getting better. He woke up one morning and just decided that he suddenly felt like he had good vision again. It was all in his head 💀.

Otoya: He once tried hitting on a girl when her boyfriend WAS RIGHT THERE and he didn’t even notice. Let’s just say he ran for his life. His older sister has a video recording of it and uses it as blackmail. Worst of all he genuinely thought he could've ‘stolen’ her from him 😭 LIKE OTOYA NO. 😭

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months

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[4:28 pm]

“Just trust me. I’ve watched my mom make these a million times. I could make them with my eyes closed, even while sleeping!” Haechan had reassured. And you went along, following his directions, setting the heat on the oven, getting out the trays and the appliances to start making the cookie dough.

“So we need, one stick of butter and 2 cups of sugar first,” he mumbled to himself, plopping in a cold stick of butter and the full 2 cups of sugar into the mixing bowl. The mixer turned on and immediately started throwing around the hard stick of butter and flinging sugar out of the mixing bowl. “Huh, it never does this at my mom’s.”

“Are you sure the butter didn’t need to be melted or room temperature at least?” You ask cautiously.

“Hush! I need to melt the butter. I’m so smart,” he tells himself with a smug smile while he plops the butter into a bowl. Haechan throws it into the microwave uncovered for entirely too long, leaving behind butter splattered throughout the inside of the microwave.

The mixer turns on again while you clean up the greasy mess, “Now we add 3 eggs, four and a half tablespoons of vanilla, and slowly add in the flour and salt mixture.”

You watch in a mix of apprehension and intrigue while he adds only one cup of flour to the batter and begins mixing on high speed.

“So, why couldn’t your mom make the cookies this year?” You ask over the sound of the mixer.

He rolls his eyes, “They decided to go on a tropical vacation this year for Christmas and I’m upholding tradition. She sent me the recipe, but I already know what I’m doing.”

You know he doesn’t know what he’s doing. The mixture is looking far too loose and wet compared to the cookies his mom has made every year during the holidays. You also know that for the last two Christmases you’ve been dating Haechan, he has been nowhere near the kitchen while the cookies are being made because his official job is “taste tester.” A job, his mother had told you last year, that was given to him so he would stop eating the cookie dough before it was baked. You just knew this batch of cookies was going to be bad.

“Usually my mom rolls these out so we can decorate, but I say that’s too much work. I’ll do some regular circles and only do a few with the cookie cutters,” he tells you while he pours the cookie dough out onto the un-floured counter top. That’s going to be a pain to scrape up.

The dough really looks more like a dense cake batter. There’s too much egg and not enough flour, you think he even added milk for some reason. You had tried earlier to show him another recipe and give input while he pulled out the ingredients but he told you he knew, and you just gave up.

To no one’s surprise the cookie cutter cookies did not keep their shape and all the cookies had spread from being too wet. The end result was a thin, crispy disc of… ingredients that looked nothing like his mom’s cookies.

“So… I suppose I did need the recipe,” Haechan smiles sheepishly, staring at the sheet tray of “cookies.”

You look at him incredulously, “Do you really think so? This one has egg shell in it, they’re all flat and nearly burnt. Are you sure you’ve watched your mom do this a million times?”

“Yeah… I lied about that. I’ve definitely eaten them about a million times, but watching her make them makes me hungry so I come back to give them a taste test. I figured it couldn’t be too hard,” he shrugs.

“She sent us the recipe earlier! All you had to do was look at the recipe!”

He waves you off, and reaches for a “cookie.” “I’m going to let my baking do all the talking,” he says before taking a bite. You watch his eyes widen at the unexpected crunchy texture. He crunches on the cookie and swallows with a grimace. “Delicious.”

You sigh deeply, “Clean up your mess while I write down the recipe.”

Haechan salutes while mumbling about how the “cookie” was stuck to his teeth and tasted like salty egg. You roll your eyes, transcribing the recipe onto a piece of paper. A recipe with more flour than sugar, no salt, one egg, and not half a bottle of vanilla extract.

Once the mess is cleaned up, you start measuring out the ingredients, “This time you’re listening to me. I don’t want to hear a peep from you about what I’m doing wrong. Got it?”

He nods at you and begins following your directions. He lowers the temperature on the oven, lines the baking sheets with parchment paper, and sprinkles flour onto the counter. This time making the cookies goes by much more smoothly and looks like what cookie making is supposed to look like.

You sit side by side on the floor in front of the oven as the cookies bake. You watch them slowly rise and spread just slightly, looking almost identical to the cookies Haechan’s mom makes every year.

“Thank you for making them for me,” he tells you softly, pulling your hand into his lap after pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

You lay your head on his shoulder, eyes locked on the glass of the oven, “Thanks for including me in your tradition.”

tagging! @nct127balls

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 11 months

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Okay so I need people are who are diagnosed as autistic to help me out here

I been suspecting for a long time (like around a year, maybe more idk) than I might be autistic, and I did research (genuinely, not just taking some Internet quiz and self-diagnosing based on it) and I want to know if there’s a genuine chance I might be autistic, or if I have a wrong view on autism (basically, if I’m wrong about it and what it means to be autistic).

Some things than happen to me than I’ve seen also happen to a big amount of autistic people

-Problems with food since very little. Not based on taste, but texture. Eating something with the wrong texture is just horrible.

-Always felt different from my peers, never quite fitting in because I didn’t know how to interact with them. As if they knew exactly what to do and I was just flying blind. I heard people say than they felt as if everyone was born with a book of rules, meanwhile they had to learn from watching everyone else already know them, and I think that’s the best way for me to explain it.

-Intense interests on stuff, really intense. Like, is all I can think about day and night, I relate everything to it in some way or another, I know everything about it down to the smallest detail, some might call me obsessed and I wouldn’t deny it. Reminds me of the way people with autism describe their hiperfixations.

-People thought I was “gifted” as a kid, and said than I was a kid with the mind of an adult. I’m no genius, I was just interested on different stuff than other kids. I was the first one to learn to read and I never stopped. I basically lived in the library as a kid. I have a vivid memory of when I must have been like 10 and saying than my favorite thing in the world was reading and some friends looking at me like I was crazy. I’m mentioning this not because people who are autistic are “gifted”, but more because I heard they are usually interested in different stuff than their peers (doesn’t have to be more mature, it can be more immature stuff too, I think. Goes hand in hand with feeling different from everyone). Continuing on books, I also always had a higher reading level than the rest of my class. I was “a pleasure to have in class but should speak out more” kid.

-Looking back they were obviously bullying me, but I thought than they were laughing with me, not at me.

-I can’t hear the tone of my voice?? For some reason?? Sometimes I speak too loudly or too quietly or my mom says I’m being rude for “talking back” but in my head my voice is the same level and uses the same tone. So if I’m ever rude I probably don’t notice (I hate being rude to people).

-I read about overstimulation and under stimulation and it perfectly described the way I feel a lot of time. Specially overstimulation.

-If talking about something I really enjoy (hiperfixations?) I can’t be still. I’ll probably smile and fidget with something and the mere mention of it or anything regarding it outside of online spaces makes me want to scream out of excitement. Like, a really abnormal reaction to it, I believe.

-I prefer to be home on my own than outside (specially if there’s lots of people around). I don’t know if it’s hard for me to see how people are feelings, given than I learnt to notice when people don’t want me somewhere (eventually you get used to it) but sometimes when people are being nice to me I’m completely unable to see if they’re being genuine or not. An example, I was forced to spend a week sharing a room with this pair of really popular girls because of a school trip, and they were nice to me, starting conversations and stuff. So because they seemed nice, I thought they were nice. But at the end of the week I approached them and they gave me the dirtiest look and I realize they weren’t actually being genuine, they were just kind of being forced to be nice to me.

-I hate changes of routine, everyday I have the same routine and if someone wants it to change (go somewhere and do something together) they have to tell me at least a day in advance. Unless I really like them, I will feel uneasy to change my routine because it makes me feel as if I was messing everything up.

-I don’t know if it has anything to do with this, but I’m adding it just in case. I hated physical touch as a kid. Up until some years ago, I couldn’t stand it. Also don’t know if it’s related, but I always had trouble sleeping, I heard that might be a symptom but I don’t know.

-I went to a speech therapist as a kid because I couldn’t pronounce the letter s and I pronounced it as z, sometimes it still comes out. I heard problems in speech might be related but I doubt it, just adding just in case.

-I have a big sense of justice. For example everyone in my class cheats on their exams (they don’t even hide it, is more, they brag about it), and that has always upset me. Not because they can copy while I actually study, but because cheating is wrong. That’s not how it works. Why are they breaking the rules. Or for example they bring their phones to school (not nearly as bad as cheating) which is forbidden, and I don’t understand why they do that. It’s forbidden, so why?

-I notice patterns in almost everything, I also focus more on the little details than the big picture, which leads to both overthinking but also better results.

-I need people to speak to me separately. Having a conversation with two people at the same time feels like a nightmare.

-I need people to tell me things, if they want me to do them. If you made something for me to eat, don’t just put it on the table, tell me it’s for me. Otherwise I won’t touch it out of fear it’s not mine. When given instructions, I need them to be clear and detailed. All people my age are doing stuff like going to parties, drinking alcohol, meanwhile I never think of doing it and also, never knew I could do it? When did the change between going to the park to hang out without our parents for the first time and going to a party with alcohol around lots of strangers happened? Why did no one told me? How does everyone just know when to change and grow up? Why don’t I?

-Something I also noticed is than every fictional character I related to had various autism symptoms (said by people on the fandoms who are actually autistic).

#autistic spectrum #autism #autistic women #???#mental health

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friendship-ditch · 1 month

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You healed me

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Katniss takes it upon herself to nurse you back to health after you experience a traumatizing accident.

Warnings/Notes: None really, just the general trauma, injuries and protective Katniss--Also, this was actually 2 separate requests that asked the same thing and I think that’s hilarious, thank you guys <3

Word Count: 3324

“Y/N?”

You turned onto your side in bed, staring blankly at the wall. The textured paint was peeling at the corner, but hardly anyone ever stayed in the guest room, so it didn’t really matter.

“Y/N..?”

Katniss’s gentle voice called as she nudged the door open. She exhaled a soft sigh when she saw that you were still in bed. Quietly, she padded across the floor and set a tray down on the nightstand.

The mattress indented as she sat down beside you and you felt her hand caress your side gently.

“How are you feeling?” Katniss murmured. She tugged you gently so you were laying on your back, being careful not to move your foot. Over her shoulder, you could feel the concerned eyes of her sister Primrose following your every move.

“I just want to sleep…” You grumbled, trying to turn away but Katniss held you still.

Her hand slipped beneath your back as she sat you up. Her lips pressed gently into the side of your head and she let you lean into her, fearing you’d collapse without her support.

“You have to eat something.”

“..’m not hungry.”

“We picked you some berries.” Prim spoke softly as she set the bowl in your lap.

You heaved a sigh and glanced down at the ceramic dish full of blackberries. You weren’t hungry, you hadn’t been for about a week now, and you doubted you ever would be. The thought of the juicy berries grazing your tongue made you want to gag, but you knew neither of the girls would let you off easy, so you bit back a protest and slowly bit into one.

“Mom and Prim think that you could try walking today.” Katniss combed a hand through your hair. Careful fingers picked the knots in your hair, as she’d done everyday, but no amount of brushing could make a dent in the layer of grease and dirt that had settled on your scalp.

Katniss had bathed you once since the accident, but you couldn’t even remember it. You didn’t want to leave bed, much less clean off. Sealing yourself away and rotting seemed almost perfect.

“It hurts too much…” You shook your head as you swallowed down the whole berry, trying your best not to make a face or complain.

Prim pulled the covers back and ran her hand down your leg, slowly approaching the tight bandages around your foot. When you let out a sharp whine, she stopped.

“It’s not too swollen.” She observed, pulling back some of the bandages and peering at the wound.

A pain filled squeak escaped your lips and Katniss pulled you into a gentle embrace. You buried your face into her chest and held your breath as the young girl did her daily check up.

Every day, she’d tell you that your foot was looking better, but you could only feel as if it was getting worse. There was no infection and your nearly broken foot was healing with ease, as were the other burns and bruises, but to you, the idea of ever getting better seemed so far away.

“Stop…” You whimpered, pulling your foot away. “Don’t touch it.”

Prim’s lips formed a thin line and she looked between you and Katniss who was cradling you into her chest. Katniss must’ve mouthed something to her because soon Prim nodded and stepped back.

Once she left, Katniss gently rewrapped your foot with both bandages and ice. Then she pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“You really don’t want to try walking?” She asked you softly, picking the tray back up.

“No…”

“Alright.” She nodded. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You laid back down on your side and listened as Katniss left, the door shutting quietly behind her.

From in the hall, you could hear the two of them talking.

“She has to get up and walk. She’s not going to get any better if she keeps laying down.” Primrose said in a hushed, but worried voice. “Katniss, you have to try… please.”

“I know it’s hard.. and it really hurts to see her this way, but I don't know what to do.” Katniss responded sadly. “Her body is healing but her mind isn’t.”

“You have to help it heal, she can’t do this alone, and she can’t just keep wasting away. By the time her foot fully heals she’ll be too weak to walk.”

“I mean… What do you expect, Prim? She won’t even talk about what happened. Gale says the mine has been closed the whole week, they’re still cleaning out the bodies, there hasn’t been an explosion like that since…”

“Just think about what Mom would’ve done if Dad made it out, ask her if you have to. But you have to do something.”

The last thing you heard was Katniss sigh again, and then a soft, incoherent murmur as the two girls walked back downstairs.

It was a few minutes until Katniss came back up. She slipped her shoes and her jacket off as she laid down in bed beside you and curled around you. Your body was limp in her arms and she tucked your face into her neck for a while, just holding you.

“You can tell me what happened, you know…” Katniss whispered, her breath hot against the side of your face. “I know it wasn’t your fault, everyone does… Y/n, I just want to help you.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You grumbled and tried to turn away but she held you in place.

“Okay.” With the touch of silk, she brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek gently. “But I’ll be right here, if you ever want to.”

With most of your days being slept away, you weren’t too alarmed when you woke up to find it dark out. The real thing that scared you wasn’t your horrible nightmare either, no… despite your racing heart and dizzy head, the real horror was that the bed was empty beside you.

“Katniss..?” You croaked out. You never indulged her in the truth of your nightmares but she always held you after one, and she always came running when you called.

But nobody came.

Slowly, you sat up, tears stinging your eyes and your lungs feeling like sponges, soaking in air but it was never enough. You couldn’t help but start to cry as the images in your head broke down your barrier.

It was a few seconds later that footsteps came rushing down the hallway and soon a small hand was on your back. You hardly even noticed, too caught up in the sudden panic attack that was tearing away your ability to breathe.

Through the fierce noises in your head and over the sound of your sobs, you could faintly hear Prim calling out for her mother and for Katniss. Another set of hands gently grabbed your shoulders and you could see Mrs Everdeen speaking to you but it was as if you’d gone deaf, a horrible ringing filling your ears.

The woman just sat beside you and rubbed your back until Katniss eventually showed up and you collapsed into her arms. Her dark hair was soaked and she was in a robe, her body smelling of soap and shampoo.

By the time you managed to calm down enough to hear again, Katniss was holding you in her lap and rocking you side to side. She was humming softly and embracing you like it was the end of the world, her thumb brushing hot tears from your flushed cheeks.

“Hey…” she murmured as she noticed you were finally coming to. A small smile of relief spread across her face and she kissed the top of your head. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You slowly nodded as you clung to her like a raft out at sea. It took you a few more minutes of deep breathing before your voice finally returned to your sore throat.

“I… I thought… You were gone…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Katniss shook her head, voice a little hoarse as if she’d been crying too. “I was taking a shower, I didn’t think you’d wake up, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize…” You rasped weakly. “I should… I should be stronger, I–”

“No, Y/N, don’t go there.” Katniss hushed you with a gentle finger to your lips. “You’ve been through something awful, and you’re allowed to get upset, okay?” Her voice cracked and you realized she was once more on the verge of tears. “It’s okay…”

“Okay…” You nodded softly in response, not wanting to make her cry again.

Katniss nodded too and kissed your head once more. She continued to just rock you for a while until she was sure neither of you would cry, then she spoke.

“The same nightmare?”

“Yeah…” You shuddered, the visions still clear in your mind, though they were fading.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You slowly looked up at her. A part of you did, it would feel so good to tell someone this, to know you weren’t alone, but the thought of speaking about it made your throat almost close up and you shook your head.

Katniss stroked your hair gently and suddenly you became aware of how… gross you were. You whimpered and tried to break out of her arms but she frowned and held you close. “Y/N… what is it?”

“I’m so gross.” You whined softly, feeling overwhelmed by everything once more. Everything felt heavy, dirty…

This drew a soft chuckle out of Katniss, though it was quickly cut off as she turned your face to look at her. She traced your cheek with her finger.

“Do you want to take a bath? I’ll sit with you.”

“P-please…”

It’s a good thing Katniss is as strong as she is. From years of wielding bows and carrying game, her upper body and arms were strong enough to pick up a deer alone.

She scooped you up and carried you down the hallway to the bathroom where she sat you on the rug as she began to fill the tub. Once it was full of warm, sweet smelling water, she gently undressed you and then placed you in it.

The warmth of the liquid felt so good on your stiff muscles and you let out a soft noise of content, relaxing in the bathtub. Why had you put this off for so long? It seemed silly now…

Once you got settled, Katniss draped a cloth over your eyes so she could dampen your hair. She poured some shampoo into her hands and then began to massage it into your scalp, slowly but surely breaking through that thick barrier that had been building up over the past week.

After the first rinse, she spoke.

“I can use a different shampoo, if you want.” Katniss murmured. She patted your shoulder gently as you sat in the tub, staring away from her. “We’ve got…” she began rifling through the cabinet. “Strawberry scented, mm.. Citrus scented… I think that was a gift from Effie..”

You shook your head, slowly looking over at her as you hugged your knees to your chest. “What’s the one you use…?”

“This one.” Katniss picked up a bottle. It was green and worn from being reused and refilled. “It’s not really anything… just something I’ve been using from the Hob since I was a kid.”

She held it out for you to smell and you smiled a little as the scent filled your nostrils. It smelled just like her, soothing you even more.

“I want that one.”

Katniss seemed a little surprised at first, and then she smiled. “Alright.”

With a gentle touch, she shampooed your hair once more and washed all of the grease out. After that, she raked the same type of conditioner in and brushed it out for you.

You let her wash your face without complaint, but it was when she started to wash your body that a nervous pit began to grow in your stomach. You shied away from her touch.

“Y/N, what is it?” Katniss frowned, worried she’d done something wrong. “If the cloth is too rough I can find something softer… Is the water cold?”

“No, no, it’s not that…” You shook your head. “I just… I’m a mess. I have so many scars and bruises now.. You don’t want to see that.”

Surprisingly, this made Katniss chuckle softly. She shook her head and moved to sit on the edge of the tub. “I don’t mind.” Her voice was gentle, understanding even. “Y/N, I had more scars than I could count… The Capitol got rid of them, but I still feel them sometimes…” Then she paused. “I just don’t want you to think I’m going to judge you, because I’m not. But… if you don’t want my help, I won’t touch you.”

You hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. “N-no… it’s okay.”

Katniss smiled a little and sat there quietly as you returned to her reach. She washed your body as tenderly as she could, finally removing the layers of dirt and grit that had been plaguing you. It wasn’t a significant change but you couldn’t lie that you didn’t feel a lot better.

Once she finished, Katniss rinsed your hair out once more, then she drained and refilled the tub with new water so that you could lounge and relax in fresh water.

“Do you want to be alone?” Katniss asked softly as she dipped her fingers into the water to make sure the temperature was okay.

You shook your head. “Please stay.”

You didn’t have to ask twice. Katniss settled down beside the tub with a book and started to read out loud to you, a hobby she’d picked up that she realized calmed the both of you down quite well.

She was so invested in the story that she hadn’t realized you were crying until you let out a soft sob. The book shut instantly and she was at your side.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Katniss’s voice was full of worry, fearing the worst, another breakdown perhaps.

You shook your head as you stared down at the water, salty tears dribbling down your face and splashing into the tub. “Nothing.”

“You’re crying, somethings wrong.”

Another soft sob bubbled up in your throat and you tucked your chin into your chest. “Can I tell you about my nightmares…?”

“Of course, love, of course…” Katniss didn’t notice the pet name slipping out, as cheesy as it was. She slowly sat down on the edge of the tub and dipped her feet in the water so she could pull you into her. Your damp hair and body soaked her shirt as you buried your face into her stomach, and then heaved a sigh.

“Every night I dream that… I’m back in the mines.” Even just saying the word made you feel sick. You clutched onto her shirt with wet, pruned fingers. “I-I’m down with everyone… and then.. Then something goes wrong and it blows up again.”

There it was, the cause of all of this pain and fear and trauma. They still hadn’t exactly found out who or what had caused the explosion, but it left few survivors, including you by some miracle. You were left far too wounded to keep working, which upset your family, and soon you found your new home with the Everdeens, who had more riches than they knew what to do with.

At first, you wished you’d died with them all as the survivors' guilt was horrifically strong. Then as you noticed how Katniss trembled softly at your words and held you tighter, you were suddenly glad that you were alive because she couldn’t bear to lose you.

“And… and it just hurts so badly… I can’t see anything and all I can hear is the ringing and crying and groaning and…” You trailed off before you could break down again, just leaning into her even more.

Katniss’s arms slipped around you and she rested her chin on top of your head, feeling your shoulders heave with silent, broken cries. She soothed you with gentle hushes and soft murmurs of comforting words until you fell silent into her arms.

You were exhausted… all you wanted to do was lay back in bed. And as Katniss gently tilted your head up to clean your face, she could read you like a book.

She helped you out of the tub, dried you off, did your hair, and then slid you into some of her pajamas. Then she carried you back to bed like you weighed nothing more than a feather, and you fell asleep, safely curled in her warm embrace.

The next day, when Katniss and Prim came to visit you again, you reluctantly agreed to try to stand.

Both girls slid your arms over their shoulders and slowly holsted you up to your feet. You slowly stood, feeling quite uneasy and weak.

Gingerly, you placed your foot down on the ground and braced yourself for the shocking wave of pain, but it never came. You opened your eyes and looked down. Your foot, still as beaten and battered as it was, wasn’t nearly as bad as you expected.

“Good, good.” Katniss smiled warmly at you and held your hand tight. She pointed to Prim who was a few steps away. “Do you think you can walk towards her?”

“I’ll try…”

It took a few minutes, but soon you were able to walk around the room, with Katniss’s help, of course. And after a while you were starting to get the hang of moving again, until Prim accidentally tripped you and you all fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

Things got a little easier after that. Katniss coaxed you out of bed most days and helped you walk around the house until you could hobble pretty well on your own. She was almost always with you, soothing you from your nightmares, being a strong shoulder for you to lean on, and even sharing some of her trauma so you could feel closer to her.

About a week later, Katniss decided to take you outside.

Spring was coming and it was a bit warmer out. You each shed your jackets on the porch and then strolled around the Victors Village.

When you started to feel a bit tired and uneasy, Katniss sat you down on a log near the edge of the woods and sat beside you. She took your hands into hers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.” You whispered softly, your forehead pressing into the soft skin of her cheek.

Katniss ran her fingers through the ends of your hair and made a soft noise. “I would never give up on you.” She murmured softly.

“Even if it’s hopeless? What if I never get completely better or.. or I still have nightmares?”

With a shake of her head, Katniss pulled you into her. “I’m not losing another loved one to the mines.” She murmured protectively, as if she alone could shield you from the world.

A small, relieved smile spread across your lips and you nodded softly. “I wouldn’t have healed without you.”

“You healed me, it’s only right that I do the same.”

You each exchanged a grin, and then a gentle kiss. Katniss let you lay her head on your shoulder and she moved her hand to gently rub your back and the two of you watched the sunset together, finally feeling like things were going to be okay.

Later, Katniss brought you back home, and you had dinner at the table for the first time in weeks. The Everdeens were your family now, they cared about you just as you cared about them. And you wouldn’t rather have it any other way.

#the hunger games #catching fire #the mockingjay #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #x reader

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sugar-omi · 5 months

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I gots to know how Cove would react to their child being the spitting image of him - hair and all

Fluff, headcanons/drabble, readers gender not mentioned

he's already in ruins because he's very excited but also very nervous to be a dad

so seeing the kid come out with his hair color and his eyes, his heart is aching

there's still features of you in them, maybe their skintone or the kid has your nose or the shape of your eyes, or your hair type/a mixture of both of your hair types n texture

but they look so much like cove that his head spins sometimes because he finds it so surreal, even more so with such similarity

as they grow up.... omfg

he feels like he's looking at himself sometimes and thinks "is this what dad/mom went through...?" when the kid gets into trouble or does something cove did or would've done at that age

your families even say the same

omfg cliff is kinda having war flashbacks if your kid is chaotic or shy or blunt like cove was..

definitely slips up n calls the kid cove

I think you've all done it at least once, it takes awhile to get used to 2 seafoam green heads bouncing around the house

i think it's even more of a hit to his heart if you have a boy too

he sees himself in him n he's already nervous n scared if this is your first kid, so something about his son looking like him makes his heart ache

feels like he has a chance to protect n love his child self

but also I love girl dads bc they look like their heart is swelling bc they're so happy n girl dads just look so happy okay

omfg cove calling his daughter his princess.... stop it rn

takes pride in doing her hair n dressing her up n having tea parties

until she says or does some shit he would've done n then he's like "oh yeah. that's my spawn..."

either way, cove just swells w pride n happiness whenever someone points out your kid looks like him

cries a bit if the kid goes "I look just like daddy!!!"

omg cove n your kid having the same haircut... so him n the kid with long pigtails or the same fringe

yeah it's very surreal to have a little copy of him running around, n he's very happy when someone points it out

also I already know you can't resist the 2 of them giving you those big ol eyes... they control the house honestly

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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sirfrogsworth · 6 months

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I'm still restoring old photos for Katrina's mom's present and I ran into an interesting problem. Some of the older photos have a weird texture that is obscuring the details in their face. It's not something I can easily clone out. And any type of traditional blurring will destroy said detail in the face.

I was puzzled about how to solve this issue. But then I had the idea to use professional face smoothing or "frequency separation" software that is often used to get that perfect porcelain skin on Cosmo covers.

The software actually has legit ethical uses. Modern cameras can capture more detail than the human eye can perceive. When you are standing next to someone, you typically don't notice their pores or vellus hairs. But in a 50 megapixel photo, those features can stick out like a sore thumb. And so you can selectively dial back that detail so it isn't distracting and still giving a realistic representation of the person's face.

But, like that Cosmo cover, the software can also obliterate pores and perfectly normal aspects of skin, like wrinkles and creases and texture. When overdone it can easily roam into that unethical uncanny valley that makes people think they need surgeries and peels to achieve the same fictional skin they see on celebrities in magazines.

Tools are funny that way.

In any case, I thought this software might be the answer to my little restoration problem. But it's expensive and I could only get a 15 day trial. So I gotta finish these photos before it turns back into a pumpkin.

Thankfully, it totally worked!

Well, I think it did.

I'm worried maybe he looks like an Instagram influencer, but I am pretty happy with the results.

He might be a little smoother than I'd like, but that texture would have stuck out like a sore thumb when we print. And I think the compromise is worth it.

Plus, that was my only idea to address the issue.

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I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah

#working tag for this ->#the kiln #honestly if u had any tips for writing #i'd love to hear..#i was insulted once on my writing and never wrote again HADHSFHF #oh and also emo smoking #that is somethng i want to draw more of

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your oc! I was tagged by @matchalovertrait and @simmenycricket. thank you so much! since we're days away from starting his generation, i'm going to be doing this with Reuben in mind.

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Contrary to popular belief, Reuben is not scared of death and is actually quite fascinated by it. He is fearful though of his own mind and how it's wired to undervalue his own life and reality. He's so hyper-aware of how life is so fleeting and arbitrary that it's pushed him toward understanding the concept of mortality (and exploring the possibility that immortality might be out there in some other supernatural realm). So, to answer the question without getting too deep into it, Reuben's big fear is his own brain.

Do they have any pet peeves? People who say "no offense" because they almost always mean full offense.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His phone, a record player, a dusty old book.

What do they notice first in a person? Reuben notices body language and eye contact first. He is very intuitive and can glean how comfortable people are in a situation, and he usually finds the least comfortable looking person and tries to keep them company.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Emotional pain? 8/10. Physical pain? he may be a rancher's son, but he's a baby -- 4/10.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Under pressure, Reuben goes into flight and retreat and hide out in his room mode. But recent events involving an ex-boyfriend who shall not be named have made him more resilient. He's got a little more fight in him now than he did as a teenager.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He grew up mostly raised by his mom, but his dad has always been present in his life. He'd say he's close to both of them. While he was in high school, his parents had a surprise pregnancy so he has a much, much younger brother.

What animal represents them best? A cat for the introspection and for being deeply perceptive. Or a humpback whale -- for the introversion and the appreciation for music.

What is a smell that they dislike? Reuben doesn't really like floral scents like lilies or carnations because they remind him too much of childhood memories of accompanying his mom to the funeral home.

Have they broken any bones? One time, he climbed the windmill at their ranch and he fell and broke his arm. And no broken bones, but he did get a nasty bruise on his behind after he fell off Maple.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Some would say softboi; others would say babygirl.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Night owl, which is exactly why he needs to get out of the ranch and its squealing-goat wake up calls.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Growing up with a professional chef as his mom opened Reuben's palate to a lot of good food. He's always been an easy eater, but a flavor he hates is liver. He can't stand the texture! As for a flavor he loves, it's garlic!

Do they have any hobbies? Playing the piano and reading vampire tomes and fantasy novels. He also swam in high school although he was no star athlete like his mom was.

Boom, surprise birthday party!How do they react to surprises? He would be so appreciative to the person who threw the party (either his mom or his best friend, Winona). He would probably hate being the centre of attention though. But he'll put on a brave face and try his best to make sure everyone is having a good time.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes, and I think more now that he's gotten older. He likes to layer silver necklaces. He's also thinking of getting some piercings... and perhaps some ink? Who knows.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Legible but messy. A little bit like his handwriting stopped improving in the 3rd grade.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Existential sadness and teenage angst.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Comfy, breathable cotton. Brushed plaid shirts. A vintage leather jacket.

What kind of accent do they have? Chestnut Ridge is in the southwest and people from that area typically don't have a strong southern accent like those from Willow Creek. That being said, compared to almost everywhere else, people from C.R. have a slight twang and a touch of that southern drawl. Reuben will probably say he doesn't have an accent, but someone from the city will definitely say he does.

I tag @wrixie, @dustbon, @natolesims, @druidberries, and @stefsimz. Please feel free to ignore 😊

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idontknowreallywhy · 10 days

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Resurface 21 - Rely

What went before.

How do you prove you are who you say you are?

With a little dose of DINKY EARTH&SKY STORYTIME.

I agonised over the flashback being from Virgil’s POV rather than Scott who is supposed to be the one telling the story… but Virg very much took front and centre (is about time tbh cos it’s HIS story after all and Scotty keeps muscling in). So yeah it might be a jarring shift, hope you’ll forgive me if so and enjoy the mini earth & sky antics anyway xx

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“Prove it.”

“I… what?”

“Prove you’re not Dad just trying to talk me down off the roof again so Scott has to leave without me.”

Scott’s blood was now red ice-slushie and his heart seemed to be struggling to pump it where it was needed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to let his brother down again. Was it even possible to logic him out of this? Probably not. But, now they were here, he had to try. He had to fix whatever it was that had prompted his brother’s fractured psyche to replace him with… a better version? His mind raced.

“Uh… ok. Ok! How about you ask me something Dad wouldn’t know.”

Virgil silently consulted to his left again, his eyebrows raising with a sudden idea. His head snapped back around and his eyes narrowed on Scott before he raised one finger to his own face and slowly drew a short line along the bottom of his jaw towards his chin. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Scott had already unconsciously mimicked the action, tracing the marginally firmer texture of the almost invisible scar he carried there. A slight wash of relief ran through him as he realised he could answer this one very easily but their father could not have.

“Well it certainly wasn’t an argument with a barbed wire fence like we told Mom and Dad…”

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“The math works, Virgil! The lift from the drones will be just enough to support the two of us into a glide then the wings will do the rest.”

Virgil eyed Scott’s pride and joy with a bucketload of awe mixed with a few shovelfuls of suspicion.

The flying machine’s body was the old carbon fibre kayak, consigned to the garage long ago when their attempt to navigate the nearby stream in midsummer left it slightly… holey… in places. The two of them had manhandled it on to the roof via the internal ladder in the middle of the night about three weeks ago. The swarm of eight small tricopter-drones Scott had requested for his birthday were attached (four across the front, one each wing and two to the back) with lots of complicated-looking knots Virgil hadn’t learnt at Rescue Scouts yet but his brother had practised for hours to perfect.

The main event - the wings themselves - were an ingenious combination of fishing poles, some chicken wire fencing Scott had liberated from behind the shed and a patchwork of pieces of an old parachute Mom had stashed away for a rainy (or last minute fancy dress costume) day.

It did look impressive but also maybe a little more… home made… than Virgil had pictured when Scott had explained his Big Idea.

“I’m not sure your math is the same as real life, Scotty…”

“Sure it is! In high school you do real life math - it’s called physics and its all about balancing up forces with down forces. I checked my calculations with my physics teacher last week. She thought it was brilliant. It will work.”

“Did she know you were planning to do it in real life though?”

“Of course not, 11 year olds aren’t meant to be able to fly. It’d cause a fuss.”

“Hmm.” Virgil scratched his head and tried to figure out why the flying machine made him uneasy. It wasn’t just that the stitching of the parachute to the mesh was somewhat wobblier than Virgil had drawn in the neat plan they’d sketched together. nor was it the fact he could see daylight through some of the gashes in the boat.

“Did your sums include using duct tape?” Scotty had for sure used a lot. A lot of a lot.

“It’s really strong. Ever tried to unstick it from something? Impossible! Nothing unsticks what duct tape says should be stuck.”

“Ok.” Virgil’s voice was small because it was being squashed by big feelings. Some excited and proud ones. Quite a lot more scared ones. And some guilty ones.

And some deep misgivings about whatever “physics” was.

Since leaving them to go to High School Scott’s brain had been full of so many clever new things and he was so confident and excited. Virgil felt bad for not trusting him. After all, Scotty always made the crazy ideas work and then his eyes would twinkle with the annoying “told you so”. They always came out ok because Scotty wouldn’t let Virgil get hurt.

His big brother suddenly crouched down to look him in the eye. His eyes were soft behind the sparkle.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared Virgie. 11 years olds aren’t supposed to fly so I guess 9 year olds are even more… uh… not supposed to fly. It won’t matter, you could just watch instead and…” he frowned in thought “I would just need a weight about the same as you to strap to the seat behind… so the math still works. Hmm, maybe a rock or something…”

Scott trailed off and looked around them as if expecting to find a ideal Virgil-sized boulder just waiting there on the rooftop. Virgil hoped he wasn’t going to have to help carry one up the ladder.

Except, no. Of course he wasn’t. Scotty wasn’t going flying with a rock. Not while Virgil was around. His brother could always rely on him to always be right there at his side. He gave himself a little shake, put his hands on his hips and pulled what he thought might be a strong, reliable face:

“You need a wingman. That’s gotta be me. It can’t be a rock, that’s just silly!”

Scott beamed with obvious relief. “Alright short stuff, if you’re sure?”

Virgil was developing a talent for deadly glares and directed his best scowl at the lanky beanpole towering over him. His brother just seemed amused rather than appropriately terrified.

“I’m not that short Scott. I’m nearly as tall as Mom.”

“Yeah well Mom’s teeny. Dad calls her his Li’l Lightning Bolt cos…”

“She’s not! She told me we are the normal ones and you and Dad are secretly Sasquatches hiding from the FBI!”

Scott’s chirpy cackle was loud and long and Virgil glowed with pleasure at making him laugh, even if it hadn’t been his own joke originally. Then a little pang of worry hit him.

“Do you think they are alright?”

Scott squeezed his shoulder. “Of course they are, I promise. Baby Gordon just needs a bit of looking after at hospital because he’s even teenier than you...” Virgil gave him his best killer glare “… and Mom and Dad are just keeping him company. She’s alright Virgie.”

“Yeah.” Another squeeze then his brother stood up tall and together they surveyed the view.

Scott checked his new watch then licked his finger and put it up in the air. His very serious and important expression was a bit spoiled by his tongue sticking out to the side as he concentrated on working out the wind direction but Virgil suppressed the giggle. This was Scotty’s big moment.

“Alright, if we are gonna do this it needs to be now. Wind’s good and Grandma and Grandpa will be back with Johnny in about 20 minutes.”

“Aye aye Captain Scott!”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #resurface fic #earth&sky #earth and sky #wee!tracys

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