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wolfstarlibrarian · 3 years

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Hi librarian, I hope you're doing well. I'm super grateful for your blog and your recs always get me through whatever I've got going on. I was wondering if you have a list for meet-ugly fics, they're my favorites

Hello friend! Your sweet asks always make this Librarian smile, and hopefully this list of fics will return the favor. There are…a lot of fics in this category so there are even more fics below the cut. Happy reading!

💞 Wolfstar Meet Uglies 😅

St-rain-gly Familiar by Judeyjude

prompt: Remus is having a terrible day. To top it all off, when he gets caught in a sudden downpour his umbrella refuses to open. Luckily for Remus, a black haired stranger comes to his rescue. The rescuing doesn't go quite as planned...

Smoke Signals by @kattlupin

Sirius Black, the reluctant God of Black Island, has his world turned upside down. Not by the smoldering volcano that has come back to life and is threatening to blow its top and destroy them all at any moment, but by the islands mysterious, surfing, pot smoking inhabitant, Remus Lupin.

The "Sweetest, Kindest Person" by @kittycargo

Lily's friend Remus comes to the dental office where Sirius works to have his wisdom teeth removed.

Strangers on a Plane by @halictus-writer

Sirius is planning on reading during his short flight. But his seatmate is rather handsome, if not a little standoffish. They're both short on tact today.

Operation Puppy Love by @goodboylupin

After a long string of failures, Sirius must take on the mantle of Man's Best Friend to help James win over one Lily Evans. As a treat for his good deeds, he meets the man of his dreams.

The Social Penetration Theory by @catewip

When Remus Lupin gets distracted by his insanely attractive new classmate, technology rebels and chaos ensues.

Fine Motor Skills by @my-coming-of-age-novel

Sirius Black's car needs work—again. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin is amused to see his favorite customer back at his mechanic's shop. An ode to classic "tattoo artist meets florist" fics, this "mechanic meets bookstore owner" one subverts the trope so the exact opposite marauder that you would expect to own each shop does.

To Fall for/on the Northern Line by @ptarmiganlettercarrier

What happens when the only other guy on the train trips over you? Well... if you're Sirius Black, maybe you start to flirt. And maybe, just maybe, he flirts back.

Tom Jones (A Love Story) by @wook77

The story in which Remus is a street musician, Sirius is a self-important banker that spends more on his coat than Remus makes in a month, James is James and Peter likes Tom Jones.

Hogwarts Bouncy Castle of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

To many, Sirius in a bouncy castle may spell disaster, but to Remus it is where he has found true love.

Swipe Left for Safety by @remywrites5

His finger hesitated over a picture of someone who absolutely couldn’t be real. He had long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders and grey eyes that Remus thought must have been either contact lenses or photoshopped. High cheekbones and sinful lips the man looked like a model. Remus was not about to get catfished by a picture that was probably of someone famous that he just didn’t recognize. Besides, what kind of a name was Sirius anyway? It was obviously fake. He swiped left. Not today, Satan. “Hard pass on that guy, huh?” Someone said from above Remus. “Ouch.”

Huckleberry by @wolfywordweaver

One dusty morning in a small town in the middle of the Wild West a gunfight brings the best gunslinger of the Greyback Boys face-to-face with the legendary Black Grim. Who's got the fastest hands in the West?

Chance Meetings, Therapeutically by @halictus-writer

Sirius is getting himself through post-divorce life when he re-meets the husband of the man his husband was cheating on him with.

Be Nice to the Wait Staff by wannnabesuper

Inspired by the instagram @overheardbumble: "I ended the date early because he was rude to the waiter." "Ugh, I hate that." "I know...But I ended up going home with the waiter, so it was worth it."

Headband by diiiangelo

When Remus finally agreed to go watch a soccer game with Lily, he didn’t know that the most gorgeous man he had ever seen would be playing. He also definitely didn’t count on said man kicking the ball right at his head.

Something Beautiful -orphaned account

When Remus Lupin's ex talks him into a drunken tattoo mistake, he goes to his friend and co-worker Lily for help. Luckily her husband's best mate is a tattoo artist who can help with the cover up. Unfortunately for Remus, the tattoo in in a rather compromising area, and he'll have to get over his embarrassment. Luckily for him, Sirius Black is just the man for the job.

Customers Only by Judeyjude

"Dragging her eyes back to Sirius, the hostess pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the sign on the podium that read: Restroom for Customers Only." A charming stranger saves Sirius Black from a sticky situation when little Harry's on the verge of wetting himself.

The London Underground Book of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

The cardinal rule of the London Underground is to never, ever make eye contact. It is a rule that, among many others, Sirius tends to follow despite his otherwise rebellious, non-rule-following nature. So the first time he makes eye contact with a human being in the subway comes as much of a shock to him as anyone else. Especially when he's unable to look away.

False accusations -orphaned account

It's December 1981 and Sirius has his hands full with Harry, when one afternoon he receives an unexpected visit from Child Protection Services.

On Behalf of the Souls -orphaned account

When Remus gets into an unwitting row with a couple of drunk men at the pub, the last thing he expects is for the gorgeous person at the end of the bar to come to his rescue. But the Universe seems to be interested in seeing them together, as Sirius Black finds something he likes very much about Remus Lupin, and aims to keep him.

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x remus #wolfstar fic recs #hp fanfic #hp fanfic recs #meet ugly #get together

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gruviafan-forever · 3 years

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A/N: Hello everyone, Happy Gruvia Week to you. I didn't expect that I would be writing contents for this year's event too. But I'm really happy to be writing stories about my favourite anime couples.

Hopefully, everyone likes it. This year the prompts were very similar to previous years. It had me in fix how to write content without making it a repetitive fashion.

Finally got an idea and tried to merge all those 7 prompts into a storyline. Hopefully, it convinces you all.

Thank you for reading and spending your time here.

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Main Pairing: GRUVIA

Summary:- Celebrity Gray x General Public Juvia, Modern AU

Words:- 2K

Currently, Fairy Tail Agency has arranged for a press meet to officially declare the facts of the new movie in which two of their most famous actors are going to be a part.

Gray Fullbuster, 25 years, tv artist turned actor and Lucy Heartfilia, 24 years, model turned actress, has signed up for this movie which is under the production of Straussl Inc.

As the reporters who out various questions regarding the details of this upcoming venture and some related to their personal life.

"So, Mr Fullbuster, tell us about how you feel knowing that you have been nominated for 3 categories of awards this year?"

One of the reporters asked and was ready to note Gray's response.

"I'm sure that I will receive the awards for best actor and handsome face. Also, my last movie 'Icy Days' has been nominated for the best movie of the year. But not sure about the 'Gem of the decade' award."

Gray confidently answered and smiled which made the female reporters squeal.

Lucy interrupted, "Not to ruin Gray's fantasy but my movie 'Starry Night At Stella' was a blockbuster hit. Myself and my co-actor Natsu Dragneel were praised by critics for our performance. So, Gray, don't forget that even we are on the race too." Lucy smiled which made everyone chuckle after hearing her opinions.

"Sure Lucy... All the best to you and Natsu" Gray told and looked at his manager, Erza Scarlet, who also happens to be Natsu's manager, to know when this press meet is going to end.

"Another 10 minutes" Erza gestured by hand signals.

Suddenly, one of the reporters from Magnolia Times shot down a question that took Gray off guard.

"Recently, there was a photo of Mr Fullbuster with a child in his arms. Who does that child happen to be? And is it true that you are having an illicit affair with someone, Mr Fullbuster?" That reporter smirked.

Gray remained indifferent and calmly answered him while his team members and staff panicked.

"Everyone in Fiore knows that it was a piece of fake news. In today's era of modern technology, it is easy to photoshop one's picture with anything and anyone, Mr Invel.

Even my agency owner, Mr Makarov Dreyer and my manager, Ms Scarlet have clarified about it. So, don't go digging the old hoax rumours."

Gray stood up and thanked everyone for their time and presence before dashing off to the exit where Lucy followed him back.

It was Erza and the production team who bid a farewell to the reporters before joining the actors in their cabin.

Once Erza reached Gray's cabin, she saw him tossing his coat and tie around the room while Lucy stood silently.

"Gray, I think you should disclose your relationship before it gets exposed in a bad way," Erza said calmly and patted his back.

"That's what I was thinking, Erza. I can't continue to hide this big news about my life for a long time from my fans. I will reveal this during the awards function." Gray looked determined and hoped that his fans would take it on a positive note.

"They will surely accept your relationship status just like how they received mine and Natsu's." Lucy encouraged him and patted his arms which seemed to make him calm down.

"Gray, tomorrow you have your day off then, on Wednesday, we will be going to Phoenix Mall for a fan meet up event where other actors of our agency will join us." Erza informed him and handed the invitation.

From the invitation, it was clear that this mall was quite near to his apartment complex. Moreover, it was arranged by Mr Makarov himself so there was no way of turning it down.

"Fine, I will get ready for this. Just send the car near the children's park no need to come in front of the complex." He informed Erza and thanked them both for their words of motive before he left them.

After half an hour, Gray reached the children's park and put on his disguise, cooling glass, mask and a cap to conceal his identity while he was dressed up in a simple t-shirt and jeans.

"Max, tomorrow's your day off. Pick me up here at 9 am on Wednesday. Bye."

"Yes, Mr Fullbuster. Bye, and Good night" The driver left him while Gray made his way towards his home.

The apartment complex in which he lived was one of the expensive housing in Magnolia. The higher the floor level, the higher is the cost and the higher is the security.

Till the 11th floor, the general public who did high order jobs lived while the next 10 floors were occupied by celebrities of various fields.

One of the perks of this housing agency was that their identity remains secret, not even their neighbours know about them until and unless the involved party discloses it.

Once Gray reached the 17th floor, which had two apartments where one was still vacant.

As he hit the doorbell of his apartment, Gray could hear voices coming from inside which brought a smile on his face.

The door opened and his eyes met the gorgeous lady who welcomed him with a beautiful smile that captivated him.

"Welcome home, Gray-sama"

"I'm home, Juvia," Gray said and got inside.

Soon, he removed the disguise and leaned forward to kiss her lips which she reciprocated back.

Once they broke off the kiss, Juvia hugged him and whispered, "I missed you, Gray-sama."

"Even, I missed you, Juvia. It's been a week since I last saw you and…." Before he could finish, both of them felt someone hugging their legs.

And it was none their 3-year-old daughter, Yuki Fullbuster, who resembled her mother but had father's hair and eye colour and his sharp nose.

"Papa"

Seeing his daughter's smile was enough for him to get distracted from his wife, then, have his undivided attention on his little munchkin.

Gray raised Yuki in his arms and kissed her cheeks and forehead who did the same to her papa.

"Yuki missed you, papa."

"Even, papa missed you, darling. Were you a good girl during papa's absence?" Gray asked her as they moved towards the living room.

Gray let her down who ran up to a table and tried to fetch her drawing notebook.

Juvia made her husband sit down and inquired him about his work as he looked tired and kinda depressed.

Gray convinced her everything was fine and told her about the press meet excluding the details of the rumours.

It had been 4 years since Gray started his acting career starting as an ad shoot model to tv artists then to movie star.

Gray, Natsu and Erza were childhood friends who did their schooling from the same institution till college.

It was during the 3rd year, Gray and Natsu got scouted to act as models for a tv commercial which they accepted readily as of then they needed some kind of part-time jobs to meet their ends.

Even, Erza thought that it was a good opportunity for them to succeed as the agency, Fairy Tail, was well known throughout Fiore and persuaded them to take up the offer.

Once, their commercials began to reach people mainly because of their handsome features and physique especially Gray got popular among the female fans.

It was during this time that Gray and Natsu had to move out of the college dorm so that they could work freely without time restrictions.

That's when Gray meets Juvia for the first time in his life. She was his neighbour whom he thought lived her boyfriend but it turned out to be her best friend, Gajeel Redfox, vocalist of Phantom Bands, an upcoming band.

Gray rarely started any kind of conversation with anyone. It was with the help of Natsu that they befriended Juvia and to date, Gray was thankful to his friend.

Until the moment he met Juvia, Gray was never keen on love or relationships.

But to him, Juvia was way different from the girls he had met in his college. She was modest and shy but a kind person with a large helping tendency.

Gray knew her personality and beauty had beguiled his attention and wanting to know more about her made him fall for her head over heels.

Of course, they would exchange greetings whenever they met while leaving the house together. Slowly they deepened their connection and exchanged numbers.

Due to her friendly nature, Juvia would invite Gray and Natsu over to her place for small weekend parties which she would arrange for Gajeel to relieve his stress.

At first, he was reluctant to invade a party meant for Gajeel but the latter happily welcomed them.

That way, they got acquainted exchanged their work details and stress with each other.

It was after a few months of that weekend party that Gray had offered Juvia a dinner date which she accepted after a week of thinking.

By this time, Gray gained quite a lot of recognition. The reason he called her out on a dinner date was to reveal that he has signed up as the main lead for a tv drama which was produced by a well-known production house.

Juvia was elated and congratulated and wished him luck. It was during that time Gray confessed his love for her and waited for her answer.

To his surprise, Juvia readily accepted him. He still remembers her words from that time,

"Gray-sama, even I feel the same for you. I was afraid to convey my feelings to you as each day our world was getting apart. I was determined to tell you today after dinner.

But to my surprise, I never expected even you would feel the same. I love you, Gray-sama."

After hearing her say those golden words, Gray got hold of her hand and kissed it lightly and asked Juvia to be his girlfriend which she agreed.

Once they reached their respective place, Gray kissed her lips and shared a hug before calling off that night.

The next day, both of them informed their friends about their relationship. Erza and Natsu were supportive.

But Gajeel was reluctant he wanted to tell Juvia how difficult it would be for her to date a celebrity.

She has to remain under the shadows. Moreover, if words go out then obsessive fans might harm her and she would be constantly under paparazzi's scrutiny if Gray's facing bad times.

But Juvia was ready to face any difficulties and wanted to support her boyfriend in his career.

Once the family had their dinner together, Gray tugged his daughter in her bed before planting a kiss on her forehead and wished her good night.

Juvia was washing the dishes when Gray snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her neck which made Juvia squeak.

Gray turned off the tap and turned his wife so that she could face him.

"Juvia, tomorrow's my day off. Even the night is still young. Moreover, I missed my wife…" He leaned forward and kissed her lips which made her moan against his lips.

"Gray-sama…."

"Juvia…." Both of their eyes were clouded with lust and decided to continue their passionate night inside their bedroom.

After an hour, both was them were under the blankets, Gray had his arm around his wife and hummed in her ears as she talked about her day with Yuki.

Juvia could sense her husband's hold around her waist getting tight. He did only when he felt insecure or paranoid.

Juvia turned around to face him who kept looking at her. She cupped his face with both of her hands which startled him.

"Gray-sama, what's on your mind? Spill it out. Don't go huddling up those stressful thoughts within you. Share it with your wife. I will help you lessen those burdens." Juvia conveyed her thoughts and smiled at him.

"This is what I'm beguiled about you, Juvia. You can easily find out my conflicting thoughts just by sensing my actions. I'm really lucky to have you as my soulmate, dear." Gray said earnestly and kissed her forehead which made Juvia feel special.

Then slowly Gray disclosed his fears about how the world will perceive his relationship and worried that this shouldn't cause any harm to either Juvia and Yuki especially.

After hearing his fears, Juvia cradled her husband and patted his back just like how she does it for her daughter whenever she has nightmares.

Gray seemed to relax from this action. Juvia assured him that nothing terrible is going to happen and just hope everything turns out well.

Suddenly Gray raised his head and questioned her, "What if things repeat? And this time to our Yuki."

Juvia's eyes grew wide, but she can't show her fear, at least, not in front of her husband for now, who himself was feeling paranoid.

"I'm sure nothing will happen. Let's have faith in ourselves and your fans, Gray-sama.

I'm just worried that your fan number might get reduced once you reveal your married status." Juvia voiced her concern.

This time it was Gray's turn to convince her, "Nah! Just like you said let's hope for the best. I love you and Yuki. Remember that, okay"

Gray smiled and kissed her lips, "Juvia, you are still warm. Wanna continue from where we left?" He teased her.

It seemed her Gray-sama was back to normal for now.

A/N: Sorry for posting it bit late. Hope I will be able to update for the rest of the event.

#gruvia #gruvia week #gruvia family #gruvia week 2021

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bunsblr · 3 years

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Tu... torial? Pt. 5.

Final part of my tutorial! This is a little all over the place, because that’s how I am in this stage of editing. Also I didn’t proofread this...

Open this in dashboard for best view of the screenshots.

Disclaimer: I have no formal training for any kind of graphics stuff, I work in an office as a receptionist - I serve coffee for a living. I am absolutely self taught and while I consider myself pretty comfortable with photoshop, that doesn’t mean that there isn’t about a gazillion of other things that can be done that I have no idea about. There are people far superior than me in the Sims community. This is just how I do it, with techniques I have picked up through the years. Some things I go over in these will be pretty basic, some things a little more unorthodox. Disclaimer 2: My edits take time. This is what I do to relax, one edit takes several hours for me. Sometimes days :))) Disclaimer 3: My photoshop is in Swedish, which is my first language. I tried my best to find the English translations for every step that I do.

Tools used: The Sims 4, Adobe Photoshop 2020, One by Wacom Pen Tablet (very basic and unfancy).

It´s hair time baby! I very much enjoy drawing hair on sims. I make a new empty layer on top of my base Sim layer.

This is where having a drawing tablet makes a huge difference. We need the brush to be sensitive to pressure to get the effect of hair strands. I chose a hard brush, small small size (how small depends on the picture size of course, but I usually land somewhere 6-9 px)

I pick up a color from the hair, I usually starts with a medium light color.

I start by drawing strands around any tips of the hair so they don't look quite so solid. I do this part with both short and long hairs. Hot lazy tip: straight unlayered hairs is the absolute easiest. This is a layered hair so I start with the bottom and work my way up. I pick up different colors from the hair as I go along, to add dept.

Continuing up in the hair and add strands to the pointy bits.

When I feel like the pointy bits have been softened I select one of my hair brushes. I use these ones by Para Vine.

I start painting "around" the hair with one of the lighter colors picked up from the hair, changing the direction of the brush every once in a while for a more natural result.

After this the hair is looking a little fuzzy, so I'm going to go back with my small harder brush to fill these parts out.

I don't add a lot of them, just small bits here and there for filling.

This is a little overkill but... now we have some of that "squary" thing going on in the hair as well that are still showing through our painted layer. Now we could paint over these, but painting can actually be overdone and I wan't to keep the hair recognizeable because the creator put a lot of work into it! So I go into liquify and smooth over any wonky lines still showing, just slightly.

A comparison of before and after hair. Still recognizeable, but softer.

This is our result so far. We've come a long way, but we're not done.

At this point (or actually sometimes sooner) I add an adjustment Curves layer, this will not end up in the finished image, this is just to give me an idea of what the image might look like with more contrast (which we will add later). I keep this at the very top of the layer panel and turn this on and off as I go. Very important to have it turned off if we are going to eyedrop a color and use that to paint, since it would pick up the wrong hue if we have it turned on.

Now I still want the front of my sim to be a little darker to fit my lighting, but I don't want to go over with any more shadow. So I duplicate my Sim layer, and go to Layer -> Adjustments -> Curves. This will only change the active layer, as opposed to creating an adjustment layer down in the Layer panel that will change all layers below it. I drag the curve down a bit to make my new Sim layer darker.

I add a layer mask to my new Sim layer, and bucket fill it with black color so the new layer gets hidden.

I chose an absolutely HUGE soft brush, with medium opacity, and starts painting white on the areas where I want the new darker layer to be showing. And blend by going back with black where the line is to harsh.

Time to add some highlights. I create a new empty layer between my two Sim layers, and add a clipping mask by holding Alt and hovering on the line between the new layer and my bottom sim layer, until the little square with the arrow symbol comes up and then click. This will make whatever I do on my new highlight layer, only show up on the areas where the layer underneath is filled.

Time to paint. I disable the curve adjustment layer for this. I choose a bright color, in this case a light pink because I didn't want a contrasting color for this picture. I go with a big soft brush around the edges where I want my highlight to hit. In this case, the arm, the hand, the arch of the back and the calf. I didn't add anything to the face in this picture because I didn't like the way it looked, but usually a little highlight to one of the cheeks is just *chef's kiss*

And somewhere around here I got really stuck and really struggled to follow with this tutorial. I felt the picture was lacking something and I tried several different things. I added light rays, tried creating different light sources, there was a moon at some point. But I ended up with just a simple additional gradient shadow down in the right corner (on a new layer down in the Background layer group). Life changing…

And then I didn't like the pink highlight on the skin (sigh, this is how I work, but it’s not recommended to be this indecisive) so I removed that and added a more beige-yellowee highlight instead. And forgot to take a picture after the highlight was added....

And now I go into nitpicking mode. I add a new empty layer on top of my Sim layer, I add it under the highlight layer so it automatically takes on the clipping mask of the Sim layer, I name it Clean-up Crew and go in to refine anything slightly wonky. Picking up colors with the eyedrop tool and going over flaws with a tiny brush.

When I fixed this little light area on the back of her head I left the Clean-up Crew layer and went to my Hair layer instead, because I still have that separate and it's above all the other layers.

I thought my sim was a little too far down in the picture so I moved her up by selecting my whole Sim layer group and the layer on which I have her ground shadow, chosing the move tool and pushing them up. This will move all the layers in the Sim layer group as well as the ground shadow layer equally.

I'm telling y'all, nitpicking mode could go on forever. Added more strands to the bangs.

Noticed a little pointy part on the calf, so I wen't into Liquify on the base Sim layer and smoothed that out. Since the highlight layer has a Clipping Mask corresponding to the Sim layer, the highlight stayed in place.

I duplicate my Sim layer group once more, and merge the layers within this group. So now the Hair, Highlight and Clean-up Crew is all merged onto the Sim layer. I hide the previous Sim groups.

With my new Sim layer selected, I go to Image -> Adjustments -> Hue/Saturation. I want to make my Sim a little less bright so it will match the background a bit better.

I drag down the Saturation and Brightness slider a bit until I like what I see. After this I save my whole image as a PNG-file because from now on I want to edit the whole picture but still want to keep this psd-file as it is for anxiety purposes. Important: I disable my curves layer before saving this as a picture, I don’t want that brought with me into the next steps because I will be adding new curves there.

I open my new saved PNG-file. I go to Filter -> Convert for Smart filters. This will allow us to go back and change any filters we add to this layer. I go to Filter -> Camera Raw Filter and for some reason this window opens up humongus. I start by dragging down the temperature. How much depends on the picture, usually more if it's nighttime.

I pull up the Whites a bit for a cleaner look.

Now I add a Curve Adjustment Layer. Now you can add Contrast in the Camera Raw Filter as well, but I prefer the curve layer because I like to control the different levels. This way I can make my darkest parts a little brighter, giving just a little washed out flair to it all.

I select my background layer again and go to Filter -> Noise -> Add Noise and choose a level that I think looks good. This just brings the picture together a bit more. Also vintage vibes :)))

I add my frame (because it´s my aestethic and I think it looks cool on tumblr) by resizing my workspace and adding a filled white layer underneath the background layer.

I resize my picture (Image -> Image Size) because we don't need it to be huge.

And they I just fine tune the Filters and Curves until the end of time :’)))

And that is that my friends! That’s the end of the tutorial! I hope you could follow somewheat and that someone found it useful. Thank you for reading and never be afraid of contacting me if you have any questions :) I’m very friendly.

#ts4 edit #tutorial

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schattengerissen · 3 years

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...the crystal indicated Dorian had activated his side. "Kai?" he sounded slightly breathless.

"Right here," I answered. "Did I drag you away from something?"

"No, I just got in. I attended a play tonight."

"What sort of a play?"

"It is a comic romp in which, due to an unfortunate mishap, a Laetan family becomes reluctant host to an irascible, overbearing, self-centered Magister who proceeds to turn their lives upside-down in a variety of outrageous ways. It was actually quite good. If it's still playing the next time you're up, I'll take you."

"That'll be sooner than you think," I said.

"You've decided to take my advice and- oh, wait. You talked to Cassandra today, didn't you? Are you allowed to tell me details or do we need to play twenty questions?" His voice sounded oddly muffled.

"What are you doing? You sound like you're talking through a sock."

"Sorry, amatus. The theatre insists on at least semi-formal attire. I was removing a few layers of finery that would give you fits if someone suggested you wear it. I, on the other hand, looked grand."

"You always do. Who'd you go with?"

"Maevaris. She's the one that talked me into it."

"I insisted on it," Maevaris's voice rang out, getting louder as she stepped closer to the crystal, "He's been moping ever since you left. Hi, Kai!"

"Hey, Mae!" I answered, completing our silly rhyming greeting, "Really? Moping? Tell me more."

"Alas, Mae can't give you any clearly exaggerated details because she has things to do and you need to tell me about your meeting," Dorian interjected.

"He's just afraid I'll embarrass him — which I would — but he's sadly right about my having things to do," Mae said. "Come see me when you're here next and I'll tell you everything." -- from TRAITOR on AO3

Render designed in Daz3D, postwork in Photoshop

#digital art #fan fiction by schattenriss #dorian/trevelyan #dorian pavus #maevaris tilani #writing #long fic #3D render #commissions open #dragon age #fanart #dragon age series

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shanaraharlyah · 2 years

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I posted 1,194 times in 2021

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#got a bunch of green in his belts/boots that i will have to mix or else decide on a trip to the warhammer store for more miniature paints

My Top Posts in 2021

Never Gonna Be Alone part 2

“Oh, You've gotta live every single day, Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Don't let it slip away, Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun Every single day, May be our only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Tomorrow never comes

Time, is going by, so much faster than I, And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you.

You're never gonna be alone! From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall, When all hope is gone I know that you can carry on We're gonna take the world on I'll hold you 'till the hurt is gone ”

~Chad Kroeger & Mutt Lange

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Part 2 of my Dragon Age Inquisition Trespasser fic snippet below cut for possible spoilers. Takes place during the time skip between cutscenes at the end of the DLC.

Dorian Pavus x Kartaelin Lavellan

@14daysdalovers Prompt: Breathless Kisses

Image setup and Rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15. Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

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Part 1

From behind the pair, two sets of footfalls rushed toward them, one heavy, the other fleet, and The Iron Bull and Sera soon came around into view.

"Hey, Boss. Looks like you made it in time."

"Hi, Bull, he was here for me, he never needed our help. He tipped us off in order to save the South from the Qunari attacks and to get me here, to save me."

"Shite!" exclaimed Sera as she came around in front of the pair sitting on the ground. "What happened to your arm? Dorian, how can you hold it against you like that!?" Her face scrunched up aghast at the sight of it.

Dorian raised an eyebrow at the crude elf, "That's where you draw the line, is it? You'll hand someone a glass of piss to drink for shits and giggles, but you can't abide the touch of a friend's ghastly wound!?"

"I'll have to remember that one," Sera giggled with a grin on her face, "but no, that's not what I meant, and you know it. Ugh! Frustrating people are... frustrating!"

"It's alright, Sera," interjected Kartaelin, always the calming voice amongst his friends. "You don't have to touch it. Solas removed it to stop the anchor from killing me."

"Double shite," replied Sera. "So... you're okay now, yeah? It still doesn't look like it's good, is all. So, what's next?"

"We need to get him back to Orlais, and to a proper healer," answered Dorian.

"Can you walk, Boss?" Bull asked.

"I think so. The anchor is no longer wracking my body, there's just a throbbing and occasional pain when I move my arm. It's odd, there's a distinct sensation that it's all still there, but then I remember..." Kartaelin moved to get up, but the Tevinter would have none of it.

"You're in shock, I can't have you falling down the stairs and cracking your skull on the pavement on our way out of here. Can you imagine, walking into the Winter Palace, 'Where is the Inquisitor?', 'Oh, we allowed him to lead us back after having his arm amputated, and gee, well, he fell down the stairs and into the abyss. Can you believe it!' Leliana and Josephine will have all of our heads after the effort they've put into saving this organization. So, no, I'll carry you. Bull, can you gather his things?" Dorian sighed, “Sometimes I feel like I should be in the one in charge."

The Iron Bull nodded and gathered the Inquisitor's belongings.

"I like it when you take charge," said Kartaelin huskily, the familiar lopsided grin that had been absent these last few days finally returning to his face.

Knowing where this was headed, Bull ushered Sera toward the stairs amidst loud protests. As much as he'd also like to stick around and enjoy the show, he knew they needed to get back to the Exalted Council and the healers at the palace, and the only way to hurry the two love birds along was to leave them behind.

"Festis bei umo canavarum!" exclaimed the mage, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes. "Is this really the time or place for this? ...You're just lucky that I love you so much."

"I am," Kartaelin replied coyly, wrapping his hand in his lover’s leather collar and pulling him closer to him. He craned his neck until his lips met Dorian's and he peppered him with soft kisses. It was the least he could do after worrying him so terribly. They'd both feared his impending doom on account of the mark, and Dorian took it especially hard. He'd put up a wall around his heart a long time ago to prevent himself from being hurt by anyone, but the Inquisitor had broken right through, and the thought of him being taken from him so soon tore him up inside.

Slowing his ministrations to one final passionate kiss and savoring the moment, Kartaelin pressed his forehead to Dorian's. "I'm sorry I worried you so much, ma vhenan. I never wished to cause you hurt."

"I know, amatus. I just... I couldn't bear to lose you like this," Dorian replied, choking up again. "The thought of the one bright spot in my life being ripped away by ancient elven magic, just..."

The Inquisitor reached up to cup Dorian’s face with his hand, tenderly caressing his cheek with his thumb. "It's alright, Dorian, I'm safe now. Solas has bought us time, but we have more work to do. We should get back to the council. I'll fill you in on the way." He leaned in for one more kiss before the Tevinter could reply, taking his breath away.

Pulling back slowly, his lip caught playfully by the Inquisitor, Dorian gently gathered the elf into his arms. "You are right of course, but what's all this 'bought us time' business?" With a grunt he stood, the Inquisitor held tightly against his chest, "You are heavier than you look. Eating too many of those fancy tea cakes Solas likes so much?"

Kartaelin let out a hearty laugh, "I suppose there's no chance of you changing your mind about letting me walk out of here under my own power then?"

"Not a chance," Dorian smiled, heading back toward the stairs and the exit.

"Well, we could ask Bull to carry me if I'm too heavy for you," Kartaelin smirked.

"Truly? This is how you treat me after the moment we've just shared!? I should drop you right where we stand," Dorian replied in mock irritation.

"And what would the others say?" Kartaelin teased.

"They'd agree with me, you little shit!" countered the mage. "Then they'd come back to get you anyway.... Remind me again, why is it that I love you?"

"This IS why you love me," Kartaelin sassed.

Dorian sighed, "Well, you're not wrong. Tell me, were you always this antagonizing?"

"It's just for you. You bring out the best in me, Dorian," the elf responded. "Or the worst, depends on how you look at it. Either way, you wouldn't want it any other way."

"Maker, what did I do to deserve this!?" Dorian mused in exasperation.

Kartaelin just smiled. Pressing his injured arm against his own chest, the Inquisitor placed his hand over Dorian's heart and rested his head against his shoulder.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you tonight," the Tevinter mage muttered under his breath.

"I look forward to it," Kartaelin quipped, nuzzling the jaw of the man he adored.

"Of course, you do," Dorian breathed. He still worried about the ‘bought time’ remark, but he trusted the elf wouldn’t keep him in the dark for long. He had to accept that right here, right now he was holding his amatus in his arms and they were both alive and safe for the moment.

37 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 01:18:20 GMT

So, it’s literally been 7 years since I drew anything seriously. x.X There were a couple Dragon Age Inquisition and a few other unfinished sketches since then, but everything else has been 3D renders. This one is another illustration for the fic I’ve been writing which I’ll post below. As far as pencils go, this is done. Now I’m just debating on whether I should print it on bristol/watercolor paper and paint it. I don’t think I’d have the patience to ink and paint it in photoshop, but you never know.

Anyway, the fic follows the previous two parts I posted and takes place at the end of Trespasser. It starts after they arrive back at the Winter Palace and the Inquisitor has seen the healer for treatment.

Pairing: Dorian x Lavellan

@14daysdalovers prompt: Promises

Word Count: 3124

Dorian Pavus and Dragon Age Copyright Bioware and EA

Kartaelin Copyright Courtney Leibig

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“Would you mind accompanying me back to my room, Dorian? There’s something you may wish to see.”

“Is this like that time in your quarters?” Dorian smirked, following behind the Inquisitor.

Kartaelin laughed, “Not quite. Not yet, at least. We still need to return to the council and I need to change first. I…,” He hesitated, ashamed to ask, “was hoping you might help me with that.”

The mage was a bit thrown by the question. Normally he’d take it in jest assuming it was a sort of foreplay the elf had in mind, but the request this time was much more serious and somber. “Of course, Amatus, it would be my pleasure,” he replied with a smile, coming up beside him and squeezing his hand.

Kartaelin turned his head to look at him and offered a halfhearted smile, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Dorian inquired, “So, what is it you have to show me in your quarters? Is it some one of a kind tome or trinket our Spymaster acquired for you? Hmm?”

Entering the palace and turning toward the guest wing, the elf flashed a teasing grin, “You’ll just have to wait and see. We’re almost there anyway.”

The pair climbed the flight of stairs and turned the corner. Approaching a door at the end of the hall, Kartaelin began to dig through a belt pouch and produced a key which he handed to the Tevinter. “Go ahead, open it,” he coaxed, gesturing to the door.

The mage looked at him, one brow raised. “What!?” exclaimed the elf, “It’s not going to bite you.”

“Now you’re making me even more suspicious,” Dorian replied.

Kartaelin chuckled, “I assure you, there’s nothing to be wary of.”

“Famous last words,” the mage answered, looking at the elf dubiously. The Inquisitor slapped his hand to his face and shook his head. Dorian grinned and turned back to unlock the door. Opening it, he stepped inside to find a large luxury suite. Not quite as lavish as the estates back home, but fairly impressive for the south. Ahead of him were two semicircular couches arranged around a low table for entertaining guests. The room was ringed with high windows, all open, overlooking the gardens, with a central door that led onto a balcony. The windows were hung with curtains that could be drawn when needed for extra privacy, though the room’s position on the upper floor would afford them much already. To his right, there was a ceramic bath recessed into a raised stone platform. Beneath the platform, was set a fireplace for heating the water. A hot tub! Dorian had never seen one outside of Tevinter palatial homes. To the left stood a fireplace and chaise piled with luxurious blankets, and beyond that another door, likely leading to the bedroom. How in the world had the Inquisitor procured such a suite? It was certainly a testament to how far the Inquisition had come over these past 3 years.

“Is this..?” Dorian began, but the Inquisitor, who’d walked past him into the room a moment before cut him off.

“The suite with the wyvern down bed? It is indeed. After you’d mentioned it in the courtyard, I’d asked Josephine if she could procure one for us for the night.”

“You are an absolutely magnificent creature, Amatus! You know that don’t you!?” the mage exclaimed, sliding his arms around the Inquisitors waist and nuzzling the back of his ear. Kartaelin leaned back into the embrace. The heat of Dorian’s breath on his neck and the feel of his body pressed against him distracted the elf from his obligations, and they stood there preoccupied with one another for a long moment, until the memory of his responsibility came back to him.

Kartaelin sighed and turned around to face his lover, slowly taking a step back and taking the mage’s hand in his, as Dorian’s other hand trailed down the elf’s body to alight on his hip. “As much as I wish the rest of this evening was ours alone, we still have business to attend to before we can retire here for the night. Come, help me dress for the council,” he said nodding toward the room at the other side of the suite. He turned and made his way across the room to the bedroom. His formal wear was laid out on the bed where he’d left it before they’d headed through the eluvian.

Dorian followed him in and, sitting down on the edge of the bed, he untied the belt of the skirt and began to loosen the bindings of the elf’s corset. While the mage worked, the gravity of his injury finally set down on the Inquisitors shoulders, and a situation that normally would have led to arousal and playfulness instead led him to a spiral of despair. He could barely undress himself with just one hand, how would he ever get past all those damned belts that Dorian typically wore? Would the mage truly still want him now that he was broken, or would he let the distance be a balm allowing him to break it off more easily? The elf, who had been such a strong leader for the Inquisition and the glue binding it together, was now filled with doubt and uneasiness about the future. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from breaking down in the presence of the man he loved.

It started with a soft sob that lightly shook his body, but the perceptive Tevinter noticed immediately and looked up from the task at hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. He pulled open the corset and let it fall to the ground before placing his hands on the elf’s waist to steady him. Kartaelin could hold back the floodgates no longer and collapsed into Dorian’s loving arms. He cried into the mage’s shoulder, his arm slung around his neck. Dorian pulled him close and slowly, rhythmically rubbed his back in an attempt to console him. “Where did this come from, Amatus?” he whispered soothingly into the elf’s ear, but the Inquisitor was unable to respond, as he was lost in fear and doubt. All the Tevinter could do was hold him tight and offer calming words.

“It’s going to be alright, Taelin. We’ve made it this far thanks to your leadership. You can tell me anything. I’m here for you, always.” It was distressing to see the elf like this. Through everything they’d encountered, his strength had remained a constant, bolstering and guiding everyone around him. Even when the anchor was tearing him apart, he’d done his best to shield them all from his pain so as not to worry them. But Dorian did worry, and it hurt when he realized Kartaelin hadn’t allowed him to share that burden, even if there was little he could do. “Tell me, what can I do to help, Amatus?”

As the Inquisitor finally regained some measure of control over his emotions, he looked up into Dorian’s eyes, “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through, Dorian. I can’t even dress myself. How am I going to survive? I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. And you’re leaving me for Tevinter tomorrow. I don’t even know when I’ll see you again.” His tears continued to fall, streaming down his face and soaking his leather armor.

Dorian brought one hand around to wipe the tears away and smiled affectionately at the elf. “I was saving this until the council was over and I’d spoken with our advisors, but, from the look of things, you need to hear it now. I’ve decided to delay my return to Tevinter temporarily,” he paused watching for his companion’s reaction. The elf’s eyes widened in surprise, though still rimmed with tears. “I can’t stay indefinitely, but I won’t just leave you like this. We’ll work through this together, Amatus. I do love you, you know, and I have confidence in your ability to convalesce.” Kartaelin nodded, a halfhearted smile crossing his face.

This man will be the death of me yet, Dorian thought as he tenderly wiped away the tears from his companion’s eyes again. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, he answered himself.

“After the council, I’ll have a raven sent to Maeveris to inform her that I’ll be returning in a months time and asking that she keep me apprised of the situation in Tevinter.” He paused to allow the Inquisitor a chance to respond. “Does this help?”

Kartaelin let out a shaky sigh and readjusted into a less precarious position on the mage’s lap. “Dorian, thank you,” he said, reaching up to caress the Tevinter’s cheek. “I… I was just overwhelmed by everything that’s happened. I guess the realization of what I’d lost and what I was about to lose finally hit me all at once.”

“You’re not losing me, Taelin, I’m just going to be further away, that’s all, and the sending crystal will help with that. You know we both have work we must do, and I can’t do what I must without returning to Tevinter. I wish there was another way, but we’ll make it work. Besides, no one will be able to stop you, anyway when you decide you need to see my beautiful face and you charge into Tevinter on your white horse,” he said with a smirk as he curled the ends of his mustache in his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

The Inquisitor’s signature grin returned to his face and he replied in a husky voice, “You’re right. Nothing will stop me when I come for what’s mine.” He gripped the mage’s collar and pulled him closer, while wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Ooo, possessive are we?” Dorian purred. “My how the tables have turned. A magister, slave to a strapping young elf. Scandalous! What will they say?”

“It will be Mother Giselle all over again. You know how that ended,” he replied, reaching up to run his fingers through Dorian's short hair and pressing his forehead to his lover’s.

The Tevinter chuckled, “Yes, well, that might not work quite as well for us in my homeland. It’s not ordinarily that easy to intimidate one's detractors in Tevinter, nor to ignore them. I live there. I know. It’s cutthroat. Commendable effort though, Amatus.” He planted a tender kiss on the elf’s cheek before moving on to nuzzle his ear. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, helping you change for the conclusion of the Exalted Council. Come, lift your arms so I can help you with the top. The sooner this is done, the sooner we can pick up where we left off,” he said with a wink. The Inquisitor was clearly disappointed, but Dorian knew he would thank him after this was over, in more ways than one.

Unwrapping himself from Dorian, Kartaelin slid back off of his lap and raised his arms so the mage could undo the unnervingly warm leather cuirass. Tossing it aside onto the bed, the Tevinter took a moment to admire the toned, lean body of his lover, absently tracing a scar that ran down his chest. “Dorian,” the elf interrupted, bringing him back from his reverie.

“Right,” he replied, sitting back down on the bed, “boots next.” He bent down to unbuckle the straps allowing the soft leather to fold down, making it easy for the Inquisitor to step out of them. While Dorian undid his boots, Kartaelin went to work on untying his breeches, he would need as much practice as he could get and this was a simple start. Gently tugging the lace released the knot and as Dorian finished with his boots, the loosened breeches slid to the ground and the elf stepped back out of them. Dorian caught him by the hips and pulled him back toward him, placing a kiss on his lower abs then wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Dorian,” the Inquisitor repeated. He truly enjoyed his love’s attention and wished it could continue, but he knew the longer they dallied, the higher the tension at the council and the more pressure on Josephine and Leliana who were trying to keep the peace in his absence.

Looking up at the man he adored, he acknowledged, “I know, Amatus. This day has just been too much. I’ll be glad when it’s settled and we can get back to some semblance of normalcy, though what that might look like I’ve no idea.”

“You’ll get no argument from me, ma vhenan. Let's just get this over with so our evening can begin.” He smiled down at Dorian and stroked the back of his head.

The mage smiled back at him and handed him the trousers that were laid out next to him on the bed, “Here, see if you can handle this. You’re going to need a pin for the sleeve of the jacket, so let me see what I have in my bags.”

“You can check my things as well, Dorian,” responded the elf as he sat on the bed next to him and began pulling on the trousers. The button closures were a bit tricky with just one hand, but he managed without too much trouble. As he picked up the jacket and pulled it over his injured arm, Dorian placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can help with that.”

Kartaelin looked over at the mage while he slid his right arm into the other sleeve. “Yes, please. I may be able to get the buttons, but I need your help with the sash and this,” he said, gingerly waving his left arm, the half empty sleeve flapping around with each movement.

“Before we button it, let me deal with the sleeve. I found this to pin it with,” Dorian answered, placing a small metal brooch into the Inquisitor’s hand, and going to work on folding the sleeve. The elf turned it over in his hand examining the intricate metalwork and small inset stones, the craftsmanship was superb. There was something familiar about the design. Where had he seen it before? His thought was interrupted by his companion, “Does this feel okay, Amatus? I don’t wish to pin it too tightly.”

The Inquisitor pulled the jacket closed to make sure Dorian had left enough slack for him to be comfortable. “This is fine, Dorian, but this brooch… is it…?”

The mage cut him off, motioning for him to hand it over, “Yes. I had it fashioned after the Pavus Birthright, my birthright, for you. The craftsman completed it just in time for my return for the council. I… was planning to give it to you before I left for Tevinter.”

Kartaelin’s eyes widened as he handed it back, “Dorian, are you…?”

“Proposing?” Dorian finished the other man’s thought. “How astute of you. Think of it as a promise. A promise that I remain loyal to you, no matter how many miles lie between us. A promise that we will be together again whenever it is safe to do so. And a reminder that you are mine and I think about you daily. It is not a ring, and it is not marriage, but it is what I can safely offer you right now. I love you, Amatus.” He reached over, tilting the elf’s chin up slightly and softly stroking the short, stiff hairs of his beard, before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Kartaelin reached for him, alighting his hand on the Tevinter’s upper arm, one of the few places he could have contact with him through the set of armor he wore. He squeezed his triceps reassuringly while the kiss lingered. When they’d come up for air, the elf breathed, “Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

Dorian smiled, “I know, Amatus.” Sitting back, he opened the brooch and passed the pin through the fabric of the coat sleeve, hooking it into the closure and doing his best to straighten it. When he was satisfied, he moved on to buttoning the jacket. Kartaelin just watched the handsome mage work, admiring his beauty, grace and kindness, things he’d rarely encountered in a human before becoming a part of the Inquisition. To be fair, even now, it was still a rarity. Dorian reached for the sash and shook it out. “Stand, please,” he ordered while getting up himself.

The Inquisitor obeyed and lifted his arms to allow the mage to work. A smile spread across his face, “Wait until Cassandra finds out.”

Without missing a beat Dorian countered, “What? That you’ve enslaved a Tevinter magister to do everything for you, including change your small clothes?”

The elf burst out into a hearty laugh. “She already knows that!” he exclaimed with a mischievous grin. “No, about the promise, the brooch. Varric had her all riled up before the council, telling her that you would propose to me today. She was giddy, but concerned for me. She won’t even be able to take it.”

“Ah,” the mage replied, tying off the sash and kneeling to help the Inquisitor with his boots. He motioned for him to sit again, “She is a sweet girl beneath that rough and hardened exterior. But perhaps you should wait until after the council to inform her. She’ll want to gossip with you for hours and get all the juicy details. By the time you’re done, there won’t be an Inquisition left to save.”

Kartaelin chuckled, “You’re right, it doesn’t have to be tonight. I’ll inform her in the morning, it will give us something to gossip about over breakfast.”

Dorian shook his head as he moved to get up, “I swear, sometimes the two of you are like little school girls. What am I going to do with you?”

“Indulge me,” the elf replied, getting up and leaning against his love’s chest.

“You know I do,” cooed the mage. He gestured to the bed, “Glove. It’s the last thing, then you need to get to the council, and I need to change. Can you imagine? Me, walking into the council in ancient elven armor?”

The Inquisitor grinned, moving to pick up the glove and handing it to Dorian, “It suits you, being that you are ‘slave’ to an elf.”

Dorian groaned while sliding the glove onto Kartaelin’s hand, “You really are too much sometimes. Now go, get this over with so we can indulge a little.”

“Don’t forget, it was you who suggested it,” the elf replied with a wink. He turned and started for the door, Dorian following behind.

“Yes, yes, blame it on the mage,” the Tevinter sassed, knowing full well it was his comments that got him that remark.

38 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 01:33:43 GMT

We are currently this far into our current run watching Dragon Ball.

41 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 23:31:03 GMT

Magister Dorian Pavus

The lovely @tessa1972 asked me about my Dorian test renders and since I haven't finished anything I have planned for Magister Dorian yet, I decided to do a portrait of him. Hope you guys like it!

Setup and rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15 Public Build Beta.

Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

67 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 22:07:27 GMT

Trying out a few different hairs on magister Dorian. Just test renders so ignore all the hair clipping through his coat. XD

123 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 23:03:59 GMT

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#looks like dorian is everybody's favorite #kinda wild a wip got more likes/reblogs than any finished works though #my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post

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What the fuck is "femininity", anyway? Pt. 2

I was watching a video a few months ago about Evangelical Christians complaining about what they perceived as androgyny - women wearing pants and not having long hair, men not going fishing or wearing beards - and then said something to the effect of "These people are straying from God's design!"

I suppose the Bible does have some parts that can be construed as saying that women should have long hair, men should have short hair, and they should both look different and do different things. However, wearing certain clothes or hairstyles, or doing the majority of tasks don't have a biological component. If men were naturally, biologically, by-God supposed to have short hair, it should grow to be an inch long and stop, right? I've seen some Christians rebut the "only men can wear pants" argument on the basis that the stereotypical Christian man wouldn't like, nor properly fit into a pair of women's pants. I would take that a step further, because I think it's hilarious, and say that if women wearing pants were a 100%, by-God biological impossibility, they would have one leg, or be like nagas or mermaids and it would be physically impossible to make pants for them.

Another example: musical instruments are assigned gender stereotypes for some fucking reason. A friend from middle school said she wanted to play the trumpet, but was given a clarinet because it was a "feminine" instrument. Conversely, I've seen boys who started school band on a flute or clarinet either switch instruments, or quit band altogether. Perhaps small hands make it easier to play the piccolo, and it's less annoying for a strong person to carry around a tuba, upright bass, or bari sax, but there's no reason for the player's genitals to enter the equation. During the 18th century, the acceptability of an instrument for women was based on whether the player had to spread their legs to play it. Pianos, violins/violas, and flutes were allowed, but a cello was indecent. I'm not sure, then, how harps became stereotyped as "feminine instruments" when they're both gigantic and require the player to straddle them...but here I am trying to make sense of nonsense again...

Finally - and this is the big one - there is the downright schizophrenic relationship some male communities have with female attractiveness and things women do, or have done to them, to change how they look in pictures and videos.

I feel I must preface the rest of this point with something: "men" and "women" are not hive minds, and it's important to not strawman half the population based on a conglomeration of the worst representatives you have experienced. If you go outside, in real life, and think about the couples you see, it becomes very obvious that the majority of men you will see are attracted to women who aren't skinny blondes with big boobs/asses and the majority of women you see are attracted to men who aren't 6-/7-figure earners. People who seem to express that they are totally alone and perpetually shit-on by a world of "Chads" and "Staceys" feels like the same type of mindset school kids have, where they obsess over not being included by the popular kids while they're befriended and included just fine by kids they actually have more in common with. It's not a healthy mindset to have, but excusable in school kids because kids are immature by nature and they mostly grow out of it; however, to be an adult and still think like this is a good sign to get help.

I'm talking primarily about the incel community and perhaps some of the groups that this mentality spills into.

A post was going around several years ago and I think the photos were taken from a clickbait which was taken from a makeup artist's portfolio. The MUA might actually have been Goar Avetisyan (https://www.goaronline.com/courses) but the before and after pictures resembled the ones on the link above -- one with absolutely no makeup or hair styling, and then the other with full glam, special occasion makeup and styled hair, a wig, extensions, etc. The way it was presented was "LOOK! HERE'S PROOF W*MEN AREN'T ACTUALLY HOT! WAKE UP SHEEPLE! THEY'RE LYING TO YOU! ILLUMINATI EXPOSED!!!!"

I can see why they're mad, because the dishonesty surrounding makeup, but especially photoshop, plastic surgery, posing, and airbrushing can get toxic. I'm old enough to remember the old-fashioned mindset where women were supposed to hide their "beauty secrets". Don't apply makeup in public, keep your roots touched up so nobody knows they're dyed, and if you have any treatments or surgery always deny having them. Wear your makeup to bed, then wake up early and fix it before your guy sees you.

I couldn't imagine how awful I would feel if I had Instagram or TikTok when I was growing up. I had enough moments of feeling frustrated because I didn't naturally look how other people looked, and I didn't realize that people in TV and movies were wearing makeup, that magazine ads were photoshopped, etc. Just being an extremely average-looking human being with no concept of basic grooming, comparing myself to other kids at school was hard enough without the rapist-run media adding another layer of bullshit.

When I realized the layers of lies, it was like...how long have I been wasting my time and money on this totally made-up problem? How much did I actually improve my life and happiness chasing it? Or, did it actually make me more miserable? How much could I have accomplished if I put the same amount of angst into a different pursuit -- instead of fixing my face, I could have been fixing my art...When it comes to pursuing an unattainable ideal, there is no end to the horror.

So, I suppose, when a group of men (...boys, whatever) realize that "hot women" are a spook, and the the ethereal creature they've been told by society to put on a pedestal is actually not far removed from them, and it shits and farts, it seems very reasonable to feel angry and like you've been taken for a ride by "the system". It can be easy to blame women for this, and hate them. And it's probably easy to get stuck here.

Instead of being perpetually angry, they have to mourn the death of this ethereal spook-woman, and move on with an acceptance of reality as it is. Women, too, have to kill and mourn the spook-woman as part of self-acceptance.

One positive evolution of the makeup fandom is that while the makeup has gotten more intense and elaborate, makeup tutorials have demystified makeup. When tutorials started to become popular, there was a lot of "Excuse my eye-circles, excuse my pimple, excuse my skin, excuse my hair, excuse my lighting, excuse my room, excuse my, excuse my, excuse, excuse, excexcexcexCEXEXEXEXEXEX- *boom*" and thankfully someone eventually came along ($10 says it was a drag queen) and said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, NOBODY CARES," and eventually the makeup fandom became okay with letting a bare face be a bare face. You wear the makeup, you don't wear the makeup. It doesn't matter. It's just a hobby.

To refer back to my original point, the confusion of makeup (something culturally feminine) with biological femininity has really fucked up both men and women. Everyone is better off extracting the two from one another, and it seems like many people are in the process of doing that. It helps women hate themselves less, and it helps men humanize women and have better relationships.

However, the image of the spook-woman, "10/10 model" is so ingrained in some parts of the culture, as the apex of the vertex of femininity, that despite complaints about how makeup is a lie, discarding that in favor of just a healthy, bare-faced woman feels like embracing post-modernity and a slippery slope to embracing ugliness as beauty. I think the lack of exaggerated femininity that spook-woman makeup provides feels threatening because the woman's face looks more masculine in a purely relative sense. The exaggerated femininity of the spook-woman, as it is for the Evangelical Christians who follow strict gender roles, provides additional separation between the sexes which serves to reassure men who are A) preoccupied with their level of masculinity and B) hyper-aware of their standing toward the bottom of this hierarchy of masculinity. I think the entire hierarchy benefits from them being placated by more separation from women, because if the bottom whatever percent of men are too dissatisfied with their standing, they may start punching upwards or wanting to attack the hierarchy itself. The men at the top don't want that because of the benefits they receive for being at the top.

MGTOW and the incel movement really kicked off after Gamergate, and intensified with subsequent "waves" of feminism. The discontent men direct their frustration at women, but they also direct their frustration at the men not troubled by what women do. There's suddenly a lot of interest in whether you're an alpha, a beta, a gamma, omega, a sigma, a ligma male, etc. and which one is the better type of male to be. There's a lot of hatred for "Chads" and I see a lot of jealousy directed toward men who are married and have families, usually in the form of "She's just gonna divorce you, take half your shit, and then manipulate your kids to hate you. You'll see...you'll realize you should have spent your whole life banging whores."

This all seems like the result of the ol' spending money we don't have to buy things we don't need to impress people we don't like. This is undoubtedly the idealist in me, men and women would be better off to cut each other some slack. We could see one another as fellow tragic, flawed individuals instead of fleshlights and ATMs, escape the Matrix and spit in the faces of our rapist, media elite overlords.

#femininity #performative femininity #mgtow #mass media #makeup #spooks #traditional gender roles #women don't exist #gender roles are a spook #hollywood rapists #jordan peterson #stop putting women on pedestals

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actress4him · 3 years

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Whumpay Day 25 -

Goodbye | Amnesia | Alt. Prompt: Not believed

This was inspired by this post by @spookyboywhump ! (Idk if you’re okay with lady whump, so please lmk if you want the tag removed) Another one I got attached to, so you can expect more of it sometime in the future.

I was having a hard time deciding if I covered everything that needed to be tagged, so please let me know if I missed any!

Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity whump, referenced stress positions, referenced noncon suspension, noncon touch (non-sexual), implied torture, mild alcohol consumption, mild dissociation

It’s exactly like a scene from a movie. Light glitters off of champagne glasses and diamond jewelry, servers weave expertly through the mingling crowd with silver trays of hors d'oeuvres. All the men are dressed sharply in tuxes, the ladies shimmering in designer gowns.

Her own gown probably costs more than she’s made in her entire life, and it’s completely stunning. Midnight blue, mermaid cut. More revealing than she would have liked with its plunging neckline, especially in the present company.

If she had been here by choice, she would have been in total awe. As it is, she’s barely breathing, and the bright lights and overwhelming cloud of perfume and cologne are making the room spin. The hand on her back never leaves, burning through the fabric and into her skin.

He wants her to smile. He wants her to act like she’s enjoying herself, to make small talk with all of these filthy rich patrons and sip her champagne and act the part that he’s created for her.

But she can’t. Every time she moves, her dress chafes across the scrapes and cuts marring her skin, and her quivering muscles make it difficult to continue standing around, walking a few steps, and standing some more without stumbling.

Besides the fact that she wants to shrink into the floor, away from all of the stares, and never be seen by anyone again.

It’s her that everyone is here to see. Her portraits, that is. The ones that line the walls of the gallery, that she can’t seem to get away from, no matter which way she turns. There’s one looming over the shoulder of the older gentleman speaking to them, and she can’t stop staring at the way pain is twisting her features.

Can’t they see it? Can’t anyone in this room see that she’s not modeling, she’s being tortured?

Sure, the Photoshop job is phenomenal. There’s no trace of the bruises that were painting her cheekbone and jaw at the time, just like you can’t see the one around her eye now, thanks to the magic of makeup.

But she thought, surely, someone would look at all these photos of her in various, sometimes excruciating stress positions, and at the very least stop and consider the possibility that she doesn’t want this.

People only see what they want to see, her Mama once said. The thought of Mama brings tears to her eyes, and she looks away quickly, trying to hide them before he can see. She can’t think about how much she misses her parents, not right now.

Instead, she focuses on yet another photo. She’s suspended in this one, hanging upside down with her wrists tied to her ankles so that her back arches unnaturally, ribbons of blood red fabric wrapped just so around her body, standing out starkly against her skin and the white background. One strip encircles her throat, like a collar, then winds upwards to become an elegant gag.

It’s artistically stunning. She hates that it’s true. The patrons here might have questionable taste in photography subjects, but they do know talent when they see it.

“Hello.”

She had become so entranced with the photo that she missed the young man who had approached her. She also, somehow, missed the moment when Whumper’s hand finally left her back.

“Sorry if I’m being too forward by approaching you. You’ve been surrounded by adoring fans all evening, and I didn’t want to miss my chance to say how much I admire your work. You are absolutely gorgeous.”

She glances over her shoulder. Whumper is only a few feet away, but it’s the most alone she’s been and probably will be.

Turning back to the young man, she takes a small step closer. “Please, he’s holding me against my will.”

“So I’ve noticed.” He chuckles, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. “He hasn’t let you leave his side the whole night. A little possessive, isn’t he?”

Closing her eyes, she inhales deeply. This man is both rich and dense. “Yes, but...that’s not what I mean. I need help. I don’t work for Whumper, I’m his prisoner! None of these photos were taken by my consent. Please.”

The look that comes over his face is at first shocked, and she holds her breath, not wanting to feel relieved quite yet. That doesn’t stop her from despairing when it morphs into amusement, his lips parting in a cocky smile.

“I’m not sure what game you’re trying to play here, but Whumper and my family go back a long way. I know exactly what kind of man he is, so you’re not going to fool me.”

She can’t give up yet, this may be her only chance. “No, please, I -”

A firm hand plants itself on her back once again, fingers wrapping her waist just so in order to dig into the bruise hiding there. She winces involuntarily, gritting her teeth against the tears that sting her eyes. She was so close. So close to getting help.

“What’s going on over here?”

The stupid rich man laughs again, raising his glass. “I believe your model here may have had a bit too much to drink. She’s got some odd ideas in her head.”

“Is that so?” The fingers dig in harder. “Well, then, darling, perhaps we should cut you off for tonight.”

She doesn’t fight as the glass is slipped out of her hand. She hasn’t been drinking it, anyway, and her body and mind have gone numb, the rest of the conversation happening around her without her hearing it. She’ll pay for the risk she took later, she knows.

So much pain awaiting her, and nothing to even show for it.

#whumpay2021 #whump #whump writing #lady whump #lady whumpee #stress position tw #suspension #nonconsensual touching tw #implied torture tw #alcohol tw #dissociation tw #captivity whump #whump photography #fancy party #whump fic #original fiction #drabble

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Covenant: Tech Guy

Reid Garwin x Reader

Word Count: 3,826

Summary: After renting a laptop from your campus library, you run into a download problem. A call to Library Tech Services for help introduces you to Tech Guy. Good at his job, but with questionable people skills, you learn to work with him. It certainly helps that he has an attractive voice.

This was not good, not good at all. It was less than an hour to midnight, the sun long since having set, and time seemed to pas faster, not slower, the later it got.

Now, you considered yourself to be pretty good with technology, perhaps not a computer genius but good enough to be able to troubleshoot most of your problems. It was pure bad luck that the night your capabilities failed was the night before you had an assignment due in Graphic Design.

Your own laptop had been ruined after an accident in the library had left the screen nothing more than a web of shattered fragments, but thankfully the library also carried laptops for checkout which saved you from having to fork out money that you didn’t have to buy a new one. You thought that checking out a laptop would be a quick fix to your problem, but you underestimated how high their demand was.

The librarian you spoke with at the circulation desk put you on a waiting list much to your disappointment and you left the building empty handed, unsure when one would become available.

The answer was six days later, the night before you had something due.

When they left a voicemail on your cell phone around seven o’clock to tell you that it was ready for pick-up, you immediately hopped on a bus bound for the library. The anxiety should have been somewhat alleviated because you could actually start to work on it now but when you got back to your dorm room and opened it up, another problem presented itself: the program you needed wasn’t installed.

Bad luck 1 – You 0.

Every time you tried to install it a message would pop up prompting you to enter an admin username and password in order to start the process. You had never seen that message before and innocently tried your own username and password. When that didn’t work, you tried three more times just to be sure.

Next stop was the internet, everyone’s favorite place to ask questions. You ran a quick search describing the problem and read through a couple of chat room threads. Disappointingly, nothing really applied to the situation at hand.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have spent so much time trying to fix it because all that came of it was a lot of wasted time and you still hadn’t installed the program. You really didn’t want to take another trip to the library tonight if you could help it.

Frustrated and stuck you opened up the library’s webpage to see if there were any answers to be found. They didn’t but you did find the phone number for Library Tech Services, which was miraculously open even this late in the night.

Punching in the numbers you dialed and waited for someone to answer and when they did, it was short and to the point. “Library Tech.”

“Umm, hi… my name is y/n and I’m having an issue installing a program on my laptop rental.”

“Hmm. What’s the problem?” Again, not much to go on but the you could admit that tech guy’s voice sounded attractive.

“Well. I clicked on the install button, but as soon as I did a message telling me that I needed admin permission to continue flashed on my screen.”

“Did you try your university username and password?”

“Yes.”

“Did you double check that you typed everything correctly?”

“Yes.”

“Did you try Google?”

“Of course, I did,” you answered with exasperation. He snickered and you felt your hackles rise. You called the number to get helped, not to get laughed at. Attractive voice be damned.

“I promise I exhausted every trick I know, I’m not stupid. But I do have something to finish tonight so if you can help me out here, that’d be great.”

For a split second you felt bad for being short with him but the aggravation was quick to return. He was the one providing terrible customer service… why should you feel bad calling him out on it?

He must’ve gotten the hint because he cleared his throat and started being serious. “The library puts restrictions on its laptops because they don’t want people downloading stuff willy nilly. What do you need to install?”

“Just Adobe Illustrator.”

You heard him typing on a keyboard in the background. “Sounds okay to me. I’ll just give you the admin credentials so you don’t have to make a trip over here tonight.”

You started to say thanks until you processed the end of that sentence. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Normally we require people to come in person to fill out a form. Once the request is approved, a person is supposed to enter in the admin stuff, but I’m going to give it out over the phone to save you some time.”

His words left you speechless. You had no idea there was a whole process to do something so simple as install a program; you should’ve asked more questions before you walked out with it. It was a good thing to remember for next time. And the earlier guilt returned, too. He was being so nice now, bending the rules so you didn’t have to make another trek on the bus, which was quite frankly a gamble after dark.

You thanked him profusely, the tension draining from your shoulders. Once you told him the laptops id number and he was able to confirm that it was rented out to your account, he shared the username and password with you.

With baited breath, you typed in exactly what he told you to and couldn’t help the happy noise that escaped you when it worked. It was impossible that tech guy saw your chair dance through the phone but he laughed again, making you question if he somehow knew anyway.

“Thanks, you’re a life saver!”

He cleared his throat and said “Glad to be of service.” Then he hung up without another word.

You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at it blankly. What the heck was that about? Thinking back on the conversation left you feeling very confused but you threw yourself into getting your images drawn up on Illustrator and soon lost yourself in the work.

You ended up staying up late well past your normal bedtime but the deadline was enough motivation for you to push through the drowsiness and yawns. Around 3:30 you finally finished and emailed it to the professor so you wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning.

Sleep came easy that night and you vaguely remembered dreaming about tech guy’s voice which was utterly ridiculous. He hadn’t even mentioned his name, for goodness sakes! Plus, he was so hard to read, bouncing between jerk and nice on a whim. Nope. You were not going to stoop to finding out who he was. Not a chance.

After yesterday’s incident, your first course of the new day was to go grab a cup of coffee. You weren’t an easy riser on a good day, even less so after being up until the wee hours of the morning and caffeine was going to be essential for powering you through your classes.

Your go-to place was a campus coffee shop two blocks down from your dorm. It was still winter but you found that as long as you bundled up, the walk over went quickly and the cold air worked wonders for organizing your thoughts. But the real reason it was your favorite was not its closeness, it wasn’t even for the coffee; it was because of the heavenly pastries they made daily. The croissants, the eclairs, the danishes… they were all excellent. None was above their banana chocolate chip muffins.

A little bell chimed as you opened the door and the blast of heat from inside the shop felt nice against your chilled cheeks. The familiar worker at the register looked up and smiled when they saw you. “Hey, y/n! Should I start working on your cappuccino order?”

“Yes, please!” You approached the counter, removing your gloves to make it easier to take out your card from your wallet. A gleaming dessert case also caught your eye and you tried to glance over discreetly. As subtle as you tried to be, the cashier knew you too well after serving you for the past couple of years.

“Oh, sorry. We’re out those again.”

“Again?” you questioned sorrowfully.

He gave you a sympathetic shrug. “They’re very popular, they always go fast.”

It used to be that you could get your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin whenever you wanted one but the secret must’ve gotten out to the rest of campus because you’d struck out for the past weeks. With a dramatic sigh, you settled for a chocolate croissant. It was no muffin but it was something to tide over your stomach until lunch.

“You know,” you started conspiratorially, “How can someone be so talented yet stupid simultaneously? If that no-good-baker bothered to make more of them knowing how fast they sell, this wouldn’t happen.”

You had never actually met the baker that was the source of the yummy pastries. In fact, you’d never even seen him and only knew that he was good at what he did and that he never came out to the front of the shop. There was really no reason why you ragged on him that morning other than you had major plans for that muffin that now had to be put on hold.

The cashier chuckled as he rang you up and looked back at the door to the kitchen for a moment. “I’ll pass along the message.” He slipped the croissant in a brown paper bag and handed it, along with the travel coffee cup, over to you. “Have a good day. See you next time.”

You accepted it with a “You, too,” and were out the door to catch the next bus to your class.

***

Later that week, you ran into a familiar problem with the laptop. This time you needed to add Photoshop but figured that it shouldn’t be an issue now that you knew the password. So when you typed in the exact same thing as last time and the computer told you it was incorrect, you dragged a hand down your face and groaned. Well, you weren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Swiveling around in your chair you grabbed your phone and called the Tech Services line again. The only thing that would make this even better would be if tech guy answered again, that’s how your luck was going that week. And sure enough, “Library Tech Services.”

You refrained from groaning again. Out loud anyway. “Hi, it’s y/n again. I was the one who called about the admin credentials Monday night?”

“What’s up?”

“I’m trying to install Photoshop right now and it’s telling me the username/password is incorrect, which is impossible because it’s what I used the last time.”

“Right. We had to change the password for our monthly maintenance, it’s a security thing.”

“You’re kidding,” you said surprise coloring your voice. “Any chance you can share the new one with me?”

“Technically, I wasn’t supposed to give that to you last time.”

It was time to turn on the charm and convince him like you managed to previously. As you pleaded with him to do you this favor he interrupted you.

“How bad do you need it?”

What was wrong with you that hearing him say that put your mind in the gutter? He definitely hadn’t meant it that way when he said it! He was much chattier this time around so you were able to appreciate his voice better and his voice just did it for you.

You cleared your throat. “It’s not an emergency this time, no impending next-day deadlines, but I do want to get working on this new assignment…”

“Okay, okay. You’re lucky I like you.” That was news to you because you didn’t get that vibe based on the last call. It was nice to hear though. Some clicks sounded from the other end of the line and you waited silently for a few moments before he was ready to say the new password.

“Whew, we’re good to go,” you updated him as the Photoshop installation started. Another moment of silence passed.

Finally, he said a quick, “Good.”

You weren’t caught off guard when you heard the click that signaled he had hung up. Unlike the last call, he hadn’t seemed rude and he did mention that he liked you. Maybe he was just an awkward sort of guy, despite his killer voice. That might explain why he worked an IT job, weren’t those kinds of guys supposed to have terrible people skills?

You worked with Photoshop for a bit and when you reached a good stopping point, you got ready for bed. That night you laid awake for a while, unable to drift off to sleep. Instead, you replayed the conversation with tech guy over and over in your mind.

He was very helpful when he wasn’t giving an attitude and he this was the second time he had bent the rules for you. That pesky word ‘like’ kept rattling in your brain and you started to wonder if that nice voice belonged to a nice face. Furthermore, was there a chance that he found your voice attractive as well?

***

Sunday morning on a college campus seemed like a smart time to visit the coffee given that most of campus wasn’t up yet, which increased the chances of you getting your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin. Maybe even two or three if you were honest, to make up for the past several failed attempts.

The sun hadn’t been up long when you opened the door, the little jingling bell announcing your presence. A barrage of delicious aromas caressed your nose and to your extreme delight, one of the scents you detected was a banana-chocolate combination.

You walked up to the counter and the cashier smiled as he told you good morning.

“So… can I get three banana chocolate chip muffins?”

He merely smiled and started working on your cappuccino. “Of course. Reid just finished them so they still in the kitchen, piping hot.”

Reid must be the baker that was responsible for the muffins as well as responsible for never making enough. “Finally! This is a long time coming for me.”

“I passed him your message, I think he took it to heart.” He handed over the drink and turned to go to the kitchen. “I’ll be back with the muffins.”

He pushed the door open and for a split second you caught a glimpse of a side profile belonging to a blonde guy. He was too far away to distinctly make out any facial features but he had nice shoulders framed by his black tee and obvious blonde hair that was hard to miss. He looked cute to you, at least from a distance.

Those two details were the only things you took note of before the door closed, effectively blocking you from more staring. Too bad. It was totally ridiculous to think about but tech guy’s voice would be a good combination with baker guy’s looks.

You picked at the lid of the coffee cup while you waited for the rest of your order already anticipating how they would taste. Your plan was to only eat one this morning and to ration the rest, but you were honest enough with yourself to know that you might enter a feeding frenzy and have all three finished by lunch.

When the door opened up again your eyes searched for the seemingly cute baker but there was no sign of him. There wasn’t a chance to get down about it, however, because a smile lit up your face as soon as you saw the medium sized brown paper bag that held the muffins.

“Reid says these are especially for you,” the cashier said as he lifted the bag over the register.

You were quick to raise your hands to take it from him and made sure to thank him as you left, not questioning why Reid, a person you’d never met, would make a comment like that, figuring that he was referring to how you complained that the muffins were always sold out.

The morning air was especially cold as you trekked back to your dorm, your breath condensing into a fleeting, frozen cloud around your face and the only thing keeping your hands warm was the cappuccino you held between gloved hands. Still, the trip to the coffee shop was definitely worth it and you were hoping that it was a good omen to start the day off with.

***

Perhaps you were still experiencing the high of the morning victory at the coffee shop, but later on that night while you were working on homework once again, you started thinking about tech guy again. There wasn’t any need to call him; you now had both Illustrator and Photoshop on the laptop and there wasn’t anything else that you needed to install.

Still, you debated calling him. Not because you needed to but because you wanted to. Which was weird, even to you, but you had missed him the past couple of days, bad people skills and all. After the second call, you felt even more confident that he wasn’t as condescending a guy as you had first thought him to be. And you wouldn’t mind getting to know that awkward version of him better.

The hard part was you literally knew nothing about him other than he worked the night shift at the library. You didn’t have a name, a face, not even a work schedule to confirm whether he was working tonight or not. Reid must’ve been serious when he told the cashier those muffins were made especially for you because there had to have been a secret dose of recklessness mixed in there. How else would you explain this strange, and potentially creepy, call you were about to make?

The dial tone rang and you took a deep breath, not sure how this would turn out. On the fifth ring, someone finally picked up. “Library Tech Services.”

You laughed in relief. Tech guy was the on the other end of the phone. “Hey.”

“Hey, y/n. Having another crisis?” On one hand you felt a little embarrassed that you no longer had to say your name for him to recognize your voice but on the other, the possibility that he enjoyed talking with you, too.

“It may come as a surprise but I can get through a day without having a tech issue that needs solving.”

“Oh, really?”

“I swear.” You crossed your heart even though he couldn’t see you.

“Well, what do you want then?”

Time to be brave. “Actually, I called for you.”

“I would hope so, I’m the only who works this shift meaning I’m your only option.”

“No, um, I meant I wanted to tell you thanks for helping me out with installing that stuff on the laptop. You were a lifesaver.”

“I try.”

“Seriously! I definitely would’ve missed one graphic design deadline, potentially two if you hadn’t come to the rescue.”

That seemed to get his attention. “Is that your major? Graphic Design?”

“Yep. Don’t I give off bumbling artist vibes?”

“Hmm you seem pretty confident to me but there’s nothing wrong with that. My grandma was—” He started that sentence but abruptly cut off and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you saying I remind you of your grandma?”

“Shit,” he grumbled. “My friends told me to stop bringing her up when talking to hot people.”

“Don’t sweat it, she sounds like she was awesome so I’m honored. But back to the part where I’m hot… do you really think so?”

“Obviously. Do you think I hand out library secrets to every person who calls? Your voice is strong and you sound super smart so I tried my best to be cool with you.”

“Okay but future tip: hanging up on people and not telling them your name is rude, not cool.”

His embarrassment was tangible through the phone and you let him sweat momentarily before speaking. “Luckily for you, I like dorks such as yourself and am willing to look past it as long as I get your name.”

“It’s Reid. Reid Garwin,” he rushed to say.

Now that was interesting. You fell back on your bed, your brain trying to make connections. The name while not super common, wasn’t rare either and what were the chances that you met two of them on the same day. If Reid with the nice body and tech guy, er, Reid with the nice voice were one in the same, you wouldn’t be upset. Quite the contrary.

“Reid as in Reid who bakes my favorite sugar fixes on campus?”

“One in the same. You seen me there before?”

“Only once,” you reveal. “When I went to pick up some muffins this today.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Wait. Are you saying that you’re that customer who called me stupid the other day?”

“…Maybe.”

“They don’t let me out front cause I’m ‘too much’ for people but rest assured that the door isn’t that thick. I feel like an idiot for not recognizing that it was you though.”

The revelation that Reid was baking a tech hero, a winning mix by the way, thrilled you all the way from your head to your toes. At the moment you didn’t even care that he heard you calling him names at the coffee shop although you were sure the mortification would set in later.

“Would you like to go out sometime—”

“You do want to go out with me sometime—”

The two of you spoke at the same time and when you realized that the other had read your mind, you both giggled.

“After you,” you assured him.

“Shit, would you like to go out sometime? There’s a restaurant downtown that’s really good and I promise not to bring up grandma Garwin again.”

The plan was to pretend to think about it but your excitement overrode your brain and you said, “Deal as long as you promise to tell me more about her, not less.”

He started to answer you but stopped suddenly and you could vaguely hear him getting scolded by someone, reminding you that technically he was still on the clock.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, “The librarian on duty told me to stop flirting and get back to work. Stop by the coffee shop tomorrow though and we can talk more.”

You said your good-byes and rolled around your bed, the comforter thoroughly rumpled by the time you stopped. It seemed that your luck may be turning around for the better.

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Thanks for reading my most self-indulgent piece to date. Also my longest! Reid may consider himself to be mister cool, but he is also an awkward bean who would make a great tech guy. It's also my first time experimenting with moodboards, let me know what you think :)

#the covenant #reid garwin #reid garwin x reader #imagines

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mimines · 3 years

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Watching Jennifer's body for the first time

Hi Amanda

She's in Rehab ?

Oh shit she kicked the doctor

AND SPIT ON HER

Shit the doctor is spitting blood

They took her to a secluded room

Did she kill someone?

Did she kill Jennifer?

Oooh story starts now

Deep hole :3

Giving me my babysitter's a vampire vibes

Ewwww noooo who's drawing blood out of their arm

And who's perspective is this

Is this Jennifer?

HELLO MEGAN

Wtf that scared me

They were close

They're gorgeous

Cute couple

They have BFF necklaces

Chip's cute

IS THAT CHRIS PATT

The band's here

Her first victim ?

Hello Titty, I like that

Wait she can hear them ? Is she far from them or not ?

Does she like her ? Why did she remove her hand ?

What's happening? There is fire !!!

SAY SOMETHING WHY DOES NO ONE SEE IT

Too late loves

RUN PEOPLE

Kill this asshole

Is she acting or is she really shocked?

Wipe that smile off his face

Ooooh Chip is cuuute again

No one's in front of the door

BEHIND HER

WHO OPENS THE DORR WITHOUT CHECKING ANYWAY

Please no jump scare

TAKE SOMETHING AS A WEAPON WITH YOU

Hell no somethings behind the door right

No nothing

The house remind us me a little of the Geller house

Who stays indoors with the lights off

Oh shit shes here covered in blood

Yay ?

Uhm ? Explanation Miss ?

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SCREECH

Ewwwwwwwwwww what is that

THATS MOVING AND SHE'S STILL SMILING AND LAUGHING

NO HONEY RUN OUT OF YOUR HOME NOT THE PHONE

Well that's hot

She didn't bite her right ?

She ran away

Please no burned corpses

The rumors started already

Oh so they're childhood friends

So she's acting like nothing happened ?

The indian died btw ?

Oh shit 8 students died plus other people

What happened to the teacher's hand

She's telling Chip ?? Welp he's a goner

Oooh Collin's cute too

Chip's jealouuuuuuus

Found her new victim. He's still mourning over his loss 😭😭

Look at the baby deer 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AND BUNNIES

AND FOOOOOOX AND RACCOOOOON

Oh 😳

OH 😳

Oh shit OH SHIT OH SHIT

The teacher thinks he's letting his anger and sadness out 😭😭😭

LOOK AT THE FERRET

Wait that band didn't die ? Then who's blood was it ?

Oh he didn't die :(

Shit the teacher will find the body

He'll think it's the animals ?

OH FUCK EWWWW

Can deer eat meat ?

Oh hey Megan. Taking a dip after a murder

Oooh is it that scene where she burns her tongue

That's heartless Jenn

Well that's a feisty child

OH HERE IS THE SCENE

Yeah honey Chip's off limits

Oooh you can see that Jennifer's the only happy one thanks to the colors

Oooh will the band come back and she'll finally kill that idiot

Yeah that fangirl annoys me

Jennifer looks tired = new murder coming soon

NOOOOO NOT COLLIN

COLLIN PLEASE NO

DONT ASK HER OUT

Oh no is she gonna accept because the other said he's cool

Yeah he's a goner

Oh don't try to flirt with Chip

Is this how people initiate it ? It looks awkward especially to film

Here's our victim

Why are the street lights dim

What's with that face

Is it not her house ?

Yeah he's dead

You should RUN

IF YOU SEE A GOUSE LIKE THAT RUUUUUN

That condom looks like candy

So it's not her house

Thought only her room was fixed or smth

The stereotypes

OH SHIT

So Amanda knows something's happening

She's drinking the blood like it's from a river

She's attacking Amanda now ?

GO TO THE POLICE AMANDA NOT MOMMY

I feel bad for Amanda's vocal cords

I'm NoT gOiNg To BiTe YoU

SHE KISSED HER AND AMANDA'S RECIPROCATING IT

Miss ma'am you have a boyfriend

We'll finally know what happened

They're a cult ?

Are they the ones who made her like that?

So she WAS normal

They're gonna throw her in the hole?

Humm ... my laptop just tuned off and on by itself. Another thing like this and I'm sprinting tf out of here

Oh no no no no no no no

Why didn't you kill them when you "Woke up"

Are they your masters or smth ?

So it was HER blood

SHE KILLED THE INDIAN BOY

Same Collin' parents, same

Hey Chip

Awwww he's taking his sister ?

Collin's friends annoy me

.... Where are you going Chip ?

Oh no Chip ...

THE BITCH STOP LYING

He's best boi :(

Ugh this band again

DONT TOUCH HIM

SAVE YOUR MAN AMANDA

Oh no she bit him :(

THAT'S RIGHT AMANDA

But it's too late no ? He already lost lots of blood

She's flying now

You are insecure baby

THAT'S RIGHT CHIP

Wait where's that scene from Halsey's song ?

You'll need more than a tampon for that baby

Where are you going ?

And Chip ?

Noooo Chip :(

Stop being cute when you're dying

HE'S GONE 😭😭😭😭😭

Again I feel bad for Amanda's vocal cords

Please don't tell me they'll blame her

Her pic with Jennifer looks photoshopped

There are 14mins left, is she gonna take revenge?

Oh it's the scene from the beginning

She can smell her no ?

What if it was an illusion ?

SHE BIT HER

Everything was in the necklace ... ?

Stop being dramatic she's falling on the bed

Stabbed her

Oh no she caught her

Was she human ?

Did she imagine everything ?

SO SHE BECAME AN ALMOST DEMON

What are you gonna do outside anyways ?

Oh everything they threw in the hole came here

KILL THE BAND

Is she gonna follow Jennifer's footsteps ?

Ugh a pervert ?

Yup she's going for the band !!!

She's here babyy

HA HE GOT STABBED WITH THE SAME KNIFE HE BUTCHERED JENNIFER WITH

But where is the scene from Haley's song :((

Final note : 8/10

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Do you have any advice on how to start an rp blog? I feel like there's so much to do and so many specific things, it looks intimidating, but I really want to get into it (and your blog seems like a safe space to ask as a baby in the matter)

Hi! Thanks you for asking and for trusting. I do admit that rping on tumblr can look daunting and there is a series of things that are considered “etiquette” that might not be obvious for newcomers. And the only way to learn is to ask, right? As I’m not sure if you would like something more specific or a step-by-step, I’m going to go through the whole process.

note: this is a repost from an ask in a more reblog-friendly format

1. Setting up the blog

You might want to make a new e-mail account for each blog you want. I recommend making a gmail/google account, so you may be able to use other services and associate them with your blog. I’ll go into more details in a minute.

Some people would rather have a personal blog and then making the RP blog as a side-blog. Or a “hub” blog and many side-blogs so they have everything centralized. The downside is that you can’t follow people with side-blogs, only the main – and some rpers are a little suspicious of personal blogs, so if you intend to go this route it might be a good idea to state somewhere in your blog that you have a RP blog.

Tip : It isn’t said too often, but I recommend saving your blog’s e-mail and password somewhere, maybe a flashdrive or even google drive. This way, if something happens you will be able to retrieve your account.

When picking the URL, for a very long time tumblr had problems tagging URLs with a hyphen ( - ). I’m not sure if it has been fixed or if there are still some issues, so I recommend only using letters and maybe numbers. Other than that, pick anything that sounds nice to you!

Themes are nice, but not entirely necessary. Not everybody has photoshop skills and all that. Some people do have commissioned themes, but if you want to try your hand at it my first stop is usually @theme-hunter or @sheathemes . They reblog many themes from many creators, so there are always many options that might suit your needs. Some creators offer very newcomer-friendly themes that you can configure a lot of things without much hassle but some might require basic HTML knowledge – a few creators have guides on how to properly set up their themes and are willing to and answer questions, so don’t be afraid to contact them! You can also send me an ask, I’m not a specialist but I can certainly help walk you through the basics.

Tip: @glenthemes have very good themes and a basic installation guide here.

When fiddling with the options, try to pick colors that have nice contrast and are easy to read. If you are bad at picking colors or have problems in finding the code for them, I recommend trying this link. There is also this one that auto-generate palettes.

Tip : If you mess with your theme, remember there is the Theme Recovery.

Tip: If you use Chrome or Firefox you can set up different profiles and associate each with a different blog, so you don’t need to log out from any of your accounts.

There are two pages that I recommend having: one is an about your muse. If they are an OC, it is always a good idea to have at least some information out there to make things easier. If they are from a canon source, not everybody is familiar with the material so it might be a good idea to state. For example, if you are going to roleplay as Altria/Arturia, it is a good idea to have a “RP blog for Saber (Altria Pendragon) from FGO/FSN “ somewhere visible. The other page that is a good idea having is a rules/guidelines page. This one can be a little intimidating, but it is usually a way to communicate important things. For example: are you comfortable writing violence? Do you have any personal triggers? There is something you absolutely won’t write? There are things you may figure out along the way and it is absolutely ok to fine-tune this session every now and then. Some people also credit source for their icons and graphics in general in their rule/guideline page.

If you are using the tumblr default themes, when you create a new page you can turn on the option to show a link to the page. If you are using a custom theme, most of the time you will have to link it manually.

Oh, and if you are planning to do a multimuse, it might be a good idea to list which muses you have. The same goes for a hub blog; list the muses and link to the pages.

Icons aren’t necessary but are considered commonplace. You can find some icons I’ve done here but there are plenty of other sources. If you want to do your own icons, keep in mind to don’t make them too big, as a courtesy to your mutuals.

Tip: Anything larger than 300 pixels will be stretched to fit the post. As of today ( 4/29/2021 ) the posts are currently 540 pixels wide. This can be useful as making banners for your blog.

Tumblr allow users to “pin” posts. This mean that they will always visible if you access your blog, even on dash/mobile. You can use this to set up a post with basic links for mobile users or something else. For example, if you are out on vacations and won’t be able to do replies, you can pin a hiatus notice and then remove the pin once you are back.

2. Introducing yourself

Time to officially join the fun! (insert a “Hi, Zuko here” joke) Don’t worry if you don’t have a fancy promo graphic or anything, most people make their initial introduction with a simple post.

(as you can see, I’m not very good at saying ‘hi’)

Try to introduce yourself in a few lines, but make sure to state which muse you RP as. Some people also like adding their pen name/alias and establishing a brand. Follow as many people as you want that reblogged or liked your post, and tumblr is going to start recommending other blogs that are related to the tags you use normally or have any relation to the people you follow. You can put as many tags as you want, but tumblr will disregard more than 6 tags in their system. Try tags like “<fandom> rp” and “<fandom> roleplay” along with the media, such as “movie” “video game”, “anime” and so on.

It might also be a good idea to follow a few RP memes blogs. They often have options to break the ice, like one-liners that your mutual can send you.

Tip: Don’t forget to turn on the asks and the anon

3. Practical advice

Alright, now that you have a few mutuals, it is time to get to some general tips:

Tumblr can be a little “iffy”, and a great quality of life extension for RPers and navigation in general is installing the New Xkit extension. They offer a number of options to enhance your tumblr experience, but the ones I consider essential are the “editable reblogs”, “quick tags” and “blacklist”. Get it for Chrome or Firefox.

As a rule of thumb I recommend writing your RPs using Google Docs before posting or replying. By doing this you can do some spell check and if your browser crashes for any reason you can easily recover your work. You can also use Word, Open Office, or any text editor you feel like.

Because I’m a bit of a perfectionist, I also have Grammarly ( Chrome / Firefox ) installed for an extra layer of spell/grammar check. There is a subscription option, but the free one works perfectly fine.

To make things easier to locate, always tag the URL of your RP partner when doing a reply. There are other useful things you can tag, such as open starters, memes, and such.

Risking being obvious here, but when you are not interacting as your character it might be a good idea to tag as “ooc” or “out of character”.

Some people like making google docs with basic info and other useful stuff for easier access on mobile. It is a recent trend, it might be easier to edit as opposed to going through tumblr page editor and dealing with the HTML. You can find some templates here and here.

Tumblr’s activity can be unreliable, so don’t be afraid of contacting your partner to see if they have gotten your reply after a few weeks. However, some people also enjoy using the RP Thread Tracker in order to be on top of things. It might be a good idea to check it out.

Because of Tumblr shadowbanning and shenanigans, it isn’t unusual for people to have NSFW sideblogs (sometimes referred as ‘sin blogs’). If you want to write smut, it might be a good idea to consider making one.

Some people don’t like replying to asks, as Tumblr won’t let you remove the initial ask. It has become common to see people making new posts to reply to asks. This is a simple example:

As you can see, I used the mention to have the RP partner notified then I copied and pasted their question on my post and used the quote to indicate it. You can also have fancy graphics, like a line to separate the contents, just do whatever you feel like with the formatting or keep it simple.

To make sure your partner got the answer, I recommend copying the link to the post and pasting on the ask and then replying it privately. An example sent to my rp blog:

4. Basic Etiquette

Ok, this is a little subjective most of the time but here are a few things that are considered universal courtesy.

Never reblog someone else’s headcanons. If you enjoy it, maybe it should politely contact the author and ask if it is ok to write something based on their original idea but you should never downright copy or lift something from another creator. It is considered rude, or even theft in some cases.

Don’t reblog threads you are not involved with. It is ok to leave a like, but never reblog. This is because Tumblr can mess up the notifications and disrupt the flow of the RP.

Don’t copy other people’s graphics. It is very rude and sometimes they commission (aka: paid) for it.

Trim your posts. What does that mean? Every time you reblog with a reply, the post tends to get longer and longer, and it can cluster your and your mutuals’ dashes. This is why the New X-Kit’s “editable reblogs” is an almost must-have tool. If for some reason you can’t install X-Kit (if you are on mobile for example), then remove the previous post or ask your partner to trim for you.

Never take control of your RP partner’s muse. This is called “godmodding” and it is heavily frowned upon. It is ok to control your muse and the possible NPCs that you inserted, but never seize someone else’s character. Likewise, it can also be very upsetting if you use what people call “meta-gaming”, applying knowledge that your muse shouldn’t know about the other. For example, let’s say your RP partner’s muse is a vampire, but they have never disclosed that information to your muse, who also doesn’t have an excuse to know that (for example, being a vampire hunter) so it can be quite jarring sometimes. When in doubt, contact your partner.

This should go without saying, but RPing sexual themes with users under the age of 18 are illegal. It doesn’t matter if the age of consent in your location is lower, once you join Tumblr you are abiding by their user guidelines and the law of the state they are located in. If you are an adult, don’t engage minors with these topics, maybe a fade to black would be a better option. If you are a minor, don’t insist or you might cause a lot of legal problems for others.

Try to tag anything triggering. Violence, gore, NSFW. Both Tumblr and the New Xkit have options to block keywords.

When picking PSDs or graphics for your blog, you should avoid templates that change the color of the skin of POCs muses and try to pick the right race/ethnicity of the muse you are going to RP as. I won’t go through a lot of details, as it is a rather lengthy subject in an already lengthy conversation but keep this in the back of your mind.

Some RPers don’t like when you reblog memes from them without sending anything. Try to always reblog from a source or to interact with the person you are reblogging from, it can be rather disheartening to be seen as a meme source rather than a RP blog. This isn’t a rule and some people don’t mind, but it is always a good idea to try to do this.

This might be more of a pet peeve of mine than proper etiquette, but it is ok to use small font. What is not ok is use small font + underscript. Some people have disabilities that might make it harder for them to read it, so it might be a good idea to refrain from using it. Maybe if you feel like doing something fancier every now and then, but I wouldn’t recommend making this a habit.

Mun and Muse are different entities. Remember that it isn’t because a muse does something (especially a villain one) that the mun condones something. Never assume anything about the mun, when in doubt talk to them.

Be mindful of your partners and treat them the way you would like to be treated.

As a rule of thumb, always talk to your RP partner. It is only fun as long both of you are enjoying it.

5. Closing Words

This got longer than I expected.

Despite all of that, don’t be too worried about not being very good at first. I assure you that you will get better with time, so don’t be afraid of experimenting as long you feel comfortable. And don’t be afraid of saying “no” if something bothers you.

My inbox is always open to questions and ideas, so feel free to contact me anytime!

I would also ask my followers: there is advice I missed/overlooked? Anything you would like someone have told you when you first started? Add your thoughts so I can update this.

Happy RPing!

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