#beforetimes

[toneyowen]

The beforetimes <-

The duringtimes <-

The endtimes <-

The afterparty <-

#beforetimes #duringtimes #endtimes #afterparty #collage #scrap #ai generated teledildonics

[nisiverum]

Realizing this time circa 2019 I was simultaneously crying my eyes out all over the city whilst still proving my badassery to myself in Paris and there is nothing more that I want to do but go back and re-experience that place with drier eyes; buuut in the meantime just a photo dump from the #beforetimes 🌞 that are slowly creeping back to us • • • #arewethereyet #backtosociety #intothethickofit #girlsinglasses #adventurousstorytellers #radstorytellers #pursuitofportraits #selfcare #loveyourself #shotoniphone #vsco #vscocam #vscoedits #2019throwback #livemusic #nostalgia #imissmyfriends #starterpack #photodump #rosebowl #prosoccer #onelovefestival #reggaefest #longbeach #sublime #sublimewithrome ❤️💛💚 #onelovecalifest #santabarbara (at Long Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeafgxAOCBV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#beforetimes #arewethereyet #backtosociety #intothethickofit #girlsinglasses #adventurousstorytellers #radstorytellers #pursuitofportraits #selfcare #loveyourself #shotoniphone #vsco #vscocam #vscoedits #2019throwback #livemusic #nostalgia #imissmyfriends #starterpack #photodump #rosebowl #prosoccer #onelovefestival #reggaefest #longbeach #sublime #sublimewithrome #onelovecalifest #santabarbara

[wolfywolfy]

Made some camp/casual outfits for Prim! One is more of the default Tav camp clothes and the other is a personalized outfit for her. I loved working on it, it's inspired by butterflies and also has motifs of her past which is another design I will share... eventually

Closeups under the cut!

#wolfy draws #prim #primrose #tav #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #oogabooga mommy milkers #how long until you all realize shes a wolf in sheep's clothing? hmm #but yeah her butterfly design is a very similar silhouette to an outfit she wore before she secluded herself away from society #back from the beforetimes 🤭 #the rest youll learn about later (hopefully)

[kiwipineappleparasol]

More of These AU design things, I originally was going to draw Several members of the cast in this style, but I Gave Up on it (unsurprisingly) Extras Below (as Usual):

+ a Vector Scribble. I didn't actually Intentionally Change anything about him lmao

#sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #cream the rabbit #amy rose #vector the crocodile #sonic au #the kiwi scribbling zone #Don't think I ever have drawn Vector properly Or at least Not anytime in the last 5 years . It would've been in the dreaded Beforetimes #I was mildly surprised by the amount of people Who've also come up with the Red Bandana for Sonic . Makes sense though

[drawbauchery]

People hate Teruteru because he doesn't stay long enough to grow as a character. If Fuyuhiko died in Chapter 1 or 2 people would despise him too. He was AWFUL before becoming the mom friend chapter 3 onwards. My personal least favorite of SDR2 is Mikan because she's incredibly annoying most of the time but the fandom sees her as untouchable because of her trauma, ESPECIALLY on Reddit. Name one Danganronpa character.that DOESN'T have trauma?

i'd seen trial 3 before ever playing the game so i knew fuyu would change (didn't know WHY 8'D) so i didn't really experience the full scope of how.....horrible he was glksnd but he super was. i read a fic where peko actually outlived him and he was pretty realistically insufferable.

still, i do think teru is very pleasant sometimes but in my brain it's a toss-up on whether or not he would've been annoying if he'd been around longer. and it's true about mikan...interesting characters, lotsa double standards, eh

#jay-reid #asks #me seeing trial 3 fuyu with an eyepatch in the beforetimes: hm #me seeing fuyu in the beginning of the game with both eyes: ......OH FUCK--

[finn-m-corvex]

Sounding Sea

Annabel Lee - Edgar Allan Poe

Words: 1.8k

TWs: depression, heavy angst, self-punishment, suicidal thoughts, Jay is not in a good place in this everybody

Summary: uhhhh basically Jay angst paired with one of my favorite Poe poems and I'm really proud of it.

Gonna go ahead and tag @giftofjay because you said you would really enjoy reading something like this so this is for you! Consider it a gift for being awesome! Sorry it's not happier lol

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

It hadn't really been that long, and Jay knew it. Yet with every day that passed it felt like he aged by ten years. He had only been at the lighthouse for a week, and yet his bones ached as if he had run a marathon nonstop, creaking and cracking with every swell of the insufferable tide outside. Every day he would force himself to walk up and down the wooden stairs in an endless chain of filling a bucket with saltwater, only to dump it back out over the lip of the opening. Self-loathing would fill him whenever the bucket was topped by the waves; he tried in vain to pretend that it went away once he was finished pouring it back out. His body begged him for a break, a reprieve in its arduous task, but Jay never gave in.

No punishment would ever be enough for the weight of his sin: letting her go.

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

How could he have been so foolish? So selfish? Of course Nya would want something more for herself than to be a hapless trophy wife on display. He had acted so childishly, and for what? Because she wanted to be her own person? What kind of thing was that to throw a temper tantrum over? That's all that he was, a loud and annoying child, and he had been too arrogant to accept it.

Nadakhan had called him a child.

The bucket was almost tossed over the side as Jay aggressively shook the water out. The bitterness never went away, no matter how many times he emptied the stupid, slimy pail.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

That love burned in his chest so brightly that it would've scorched even Kai's fire. Jay knew that if he could carry it in his hands they would burn instantly, and still he would hold onto it for the rest of his life. Even then, the Departed Realm would be hard-pressed to try and take it from him as he moved into the afterlife. He knew that Nya wouldn't be there to greet him.

Love was never enough, was it?

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And humanity despised what they knew they couldn't have. Jealousy was a disease; one that had gotten her killed the first time, and it was all his fault.

The bucket tipped over again.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

He remembered what it was like falling through the portal, reaching up to grab her hand in a fruitless attempt to pull her through. She smiled at him, for what he thought might be one last time, deliberately putting herself out of his reach.

The wind had whooshed past his ears, whistling its song of sorrow and blame as he tumbled farther and farther down. Jay knew that Nya wouldn't last long against all of those pirates, and he knew that the despair would hurt more than any broken bones from the fall he would have when he finally came out on the other side.

Why was it always him?

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

Operation: Land Ho had somehow been the most successful and disastrous thing he had ever pulled off in his life. As a rescue mission for Nya it had gone terribly awry before they had even left the ground, but at least he had managed to get his brothers and master back in one piece.

They weren't enough. He wasn't enough.

Everywhere he had looked things were falling, hurtling towards his home. The one he was supposed to protect with his life. And yet all he could think of was her, shielding her fragile body from the debris as it rained down around them, and Jay was sure that they would crash and burn in a fiery comet. The church where the djinn and Nya had been wed lay in ruins only a few hundred yards behind him, and yet the shadow of its remains loomed over Jay, almost as if reminded him that its parts may very well build their tomb when the island finally hit the ground.

The seawater was cold as it sloshed around his bare ankles, and yet he was too numb to start shivering. He bent over for the umpteenth time that day, tilting the bucket and letting it completely fill before beginning the large trek up the stairs. His back twinged in protest, but Jay ignored it like he had ignored most things since he had arrived here.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

It was the only explanation he could think of for why destiny still had it out for him, for them, even after they had done the impossible. The wish was supposed to fix it, fix everything, fix him.

And it had, until everything fell apart.

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

None of them could've prepared for Wojira and Kalmaar. They had been blindsided every step of the way, fumbled every advantage they had gained, and Jay could only watch helplessly as Nya floundered for some semblance of control in the situation.

He had worked his hardest to be there for her, to take some of the burden off of her shoulders. And it wasn't enough.

Why wasn't he ever enough?

Another bucket of water poured down the side. It splashed against the gray brick of the walls, turning it to a dark Marengo from its original slate. Jay couldn't stop himself from smashing the bucket against the wall with a scream, throwing it out into the open sea when it did nothing more than crack.

It floated to the surface but started to fill with water, the fluid rushing in through the crack he had given it, and Jay watched as the bucket sank beneath the waves.

Jay wanted to sink with it.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

There was a reason he kept spare buckets lined up against the other wall, already reaching for another to continue his penance. The stone was fractured from where Jay had slammed the metal, next to three other small gaps formed by the same action. Stepping down the stairs, ignoring the jolts his heavy footfalls sent up his legs, Jay finally let his mind wander away from his never-ending torment. He had heard a story once from Misako about a man forever doomed to push a boulder up a hill, only for it to fall back down every time.

Was his punishment any better than the man's because he wasn't bound to it? Or was he worse off because he never chose to stop?

Even love couldn't overcome every obstacle, it seemed.

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

Nya's face stared at him from the canvas as he made his final journey for the day, dumping the last load of seawater onto the rocks below. The sun had sunk behind the horizon hours ago, Jay navigating the way through the moonlight alone, as if he hadn't already memorized the route like the back of his hand.

Or hers.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

He put his bucket down next to the still-made bed. He hadn't spent a single night in it. The moonlight washed over him as he lifted his face to the sky, taking a deep breath of the salty air before descending down the trapdoor. All of the light disappeared, and Jay made his way in near-complete darkness. His ninja sense told him just how close the edge was, how close he was to slipping and falling.

A small part of him whispered about what it might feel like, to slip and fall and crack his head open on the stone floor below; a large texture difference from the splintering wood under his bare feet. Maybe then he wouldn't dream of her anymore.

But Jay knew he would never let her go, no matter how many pieces he was in.

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

Sometimes he swore that the ocean stared back at him whenever he was out here. Perhaps it was Nya watching him from afar, curious about the ragged man who insisted on staying outside and sleeping on the shore when he had a perfectly good and warm bed inside.

Jay laid down on the beach, feeling the sand make its way into his hair and every crevice of his clothing. It wasn't long before he felt the water wash over him, chilling him to the bone, and yet he couldn't bring himself to move.

Part of him wanted to go out farther, far enough to where he would be gasping for air with every wave that passed over his head.

Reaching out with a shaking hand, he scooped up some of the wet sand, bringing it closer to himself in a small pile. The water he had tried to hold on his first day of being here had fallen through his fingers, bringing tears to his eyes, but the sand had enough integrity to stay together long enough for the liquid to soak his hands.

And Jay cried as the waves washed away the pile, his sobs shaking his body as he gathered more of the material in a futile attempt to keep Nya close to him. No one was around to hear him scream in anguish every time the tide would surge forward and tear her away from him, and no matter how much Jay curled his body around the sand to protect it-

The ocean washed it away every time.

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #tara tag #ninjago fanfiction #edgar allan poe #jay walker #jay ninjago #lego ninjago #the beforetimes

[ex-textura]

Disliking something that has become wildly accepted fanon can be so annoying sometimes lol. Like I used to be indifferent to it but now that I can't get away from it I'm starting to...hate? it? Why am I like this??

#im being vague on purpose #i don't want to shit on anyone's fun #but i long for the beforetimes

[mythilas]

Area slugcat released into neighbours' backyards; results are mixed

bonus

#cw gore #just to be safe #rain world #rain world downpour #spearmaster #really enjoyed seeing moon in the beforetimes™ #spearmaster is by far the most broken imo #it's free spear estate #my art #artists on tumblr #art

[x-manager]

I could not tell you who's who

#lobotomy corporation #project moon #lobotomy corp spoilers #ayin lobcorp #carmen lobcorp #the beforetimes

[queenlua]

what’s with the weird proliferation of online “clothing stores” that are mega-optimized to advertise on {facebook/instagram/pinboard/whatever}, and have designs that indeed look VERY cute and appealing...

...but whenever you click through, it’s SO sus (weird spelling/grammar errors throughout the website, alarmingly little information about the company itself, models clearly had some of the clothing just photoshopped onto them, googling turns up complaints of shit that takes months to ship and doesn’t even remotely fit, etc)

so then it’s like ok i guess sketchy rando online companies are not the place to buy clothes, but then if you walk into any fucking department store / mall / etc post-2020 it’s just The Blandest Designs Ever in a space that’s faintly depressing

so like, uh, how do clothes happen nowadays?  surely fashion still happens somewhere???  how do???

#look some of my forever 21 / charlotte russe / vanity clothing is getting Up There In Years #and i'd like to spice up my style. slightly. #last time i had this thought i did Stitch Fix a few times #results were Okay-ish but kinda overpriced #anyway. i'm no fashionista but i don't remember this being so hard in the beforetimes? lol

[thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl]

Me in 2021: "That's it! I've had it! I'm never going back to publishing! I have been burned enough times! It's never gonna love me back! I'm done!"

Me in 2023, eyeing some remote senior managing editor roles: "....I mean, we can all change, right? If they paid me an absurd* amount of money? And I got to work from home?"

(*absurd by publishing standards, mere pennies by your MBA bro standards)

#help I'm in an absuive relationship with the publishing industry and a toxic relationship with the theatre industry #okay that's a lie theatre and I were on a break in the beforetimes because 80 hour weeks were killing me and i recognized it everyone clap #but i hadn't really considered the forced shift to remote might have brought more ME jobs to the remote sphere #idk I've only had 1 interview in months of job searching for front end dev work #and goddamnit it all to hell but i do miss editing #allison's work life

[xaykwolf]

Also...honestly, yeah I could see today’s youth storming the beaches of Normandy. The fuckers (mostly affectionate) have had active shooter drills their entire lives, I’m sure they’re already primed for the trauma of the US goddamn military.

#Xayk Yaps #I Didn't Have Active Shooter Drills Until Middle School So IDK If I Can Feel Counted In It #Except For The Stock ''Millennial Remembering The Beforetimes'' Trauma That Comes With Sudden Drastic Changes #But That's Apples To Oranges Y'know? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[disembowel-me]

#it me #feel free to rb or even edit or whatever ya want with this picture :) i like it a lot #from late 2019 or early 2020 #aahhh the beforetimes #420

[sysig]

Splenda (Patreon)

#Doodles #Splendorman #Slenderman #So fun fact about me: I was actually big into the Slender Family back in the day #I mean like before joining the internet as a contributing member back in the day lol #I made a small handful of Slender art but I don't think I've ever posted any of it - shifting interests y'know #There was one artist in particular I really liked who made Slender art that was all very soft and light #Unfortunately tho I can't find any of their posts anymore #Either I followed their work exclusively before joining DA myself and therefore didn't fave anything #Or - and what looks more likely - their content has been purged :( #Dunno if it was them or what but the only place I can find their art is on Pinterest and obvs I can't find their username there #Splendor was always my favourite tho I love his whimsicality #I'm still feeling kind of nostalgic so I decided to go looking for inspiration in the way way back beforetimes lol #He's fun to draw ♪ Love me a suit with tails and a bowtie! Very cute #The polka dots were a fun experiment in editing lol #They're very goofy hehe ♪ I like them #It was funny drawing a fully dark mouth as well! But he's most often portrayed with abyss-like holes in his face lol #I really should see if I can find some of my old Slender art - I had some silly crackships and I remember drawing him in German class #Taking a bubble bath if I remember right?? It's been a while lol

[tonyglowheart]

Update: I have cleared out/consolidated my (pretty dusty actually) master bag of bags (not to be confused with later new bag of bags that spawn when too many bags spontaneously congregate). Oh we're moving moving, huh

#personal #the last part is a joke lol #but wow did I have a lot of old bags there #I had an Aaron Brothers bag. a couple reusable shipping bags. and a bunch of odd sized misc bags that are going to go in the recycling #some of the individual clothing bags like what stores ship indiv clothing items in- maybe can be reused for like fabric and stuff #but yeah this is too many lol #most of them are Target bags and they actually compressed down smaller than expected #I have a bunch of unused produce bags and those soft pastic bags from the beforetimes

[epersonae]

hot tip for spicy writing

if you get self-conscious about writing An Smut, let me recommend one weird trick™️- change your font to a weird handwriting font and then make it small. (in GDocs, your best bet is Caveat)

#I started doing this in the beforetimes when I wrote in coffeeshops #and then realized it was useful in other ways lol #my writing #shared this with some friends recently :D