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wolfes · 11 months

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NEW EDITOR 101: A GUIDE FOR GIFMAKERS by v @shangs

Hi friends! I know I said I would do this way back in April/May when this change was announced but I've been massively busy lately so thank you all for being patient with me :)

Based on the results of this poll, I will be trying my level best to help make a guide for gifmakers to best deal with any problems that have been present with the new editor. However, it's worth noting that I have personally not experienced any of these problems myself and I have no record of any problems from other people that I could send to staff and get guidance on, so for some of these issues I will unfortunately be a broken record.

That being said, I have been using the new editor for a few months now and it hasn't been too bad. So don't be discouraged by the new editor if you still love to make gifs and share them. You may need to adapt a bit, but it's doable!

This is meant to be comprehensive and will be explanation and image heavy. Full guide under the cut.

CONTENTS:

What is the new editor?

Steps to take before posting

Making a post

Troubleshooting

01. WHAT IS THE NEW EDITOR?

Some of you may be asking yourselves what the point of the new editor even is and why it's being implemented in the first place when we already had a (mostly) functional editor. My very limited understanding of it as a CS student is app compatibility and flexibility. I'm not totally clear on the details nor am I 100% certain this is the case, but NPF posts (basically, posts made with the "new editor") first started with the mobile app. I'm unsure if the different post types were simply too unwieldy to transfer to the app - having to make a whole bunch of post types when with the new editor you can now have posts with any elements you want without the rigidity of a set post type - or if it was simply not able to be implemented, but the apps have always used NPF. The majority of Tumblr users are coming from the mobile apps. Then it became a case of having the legacy editor for the web users (which were fewer in number) and the new NPF editor for everyone else. That takes resources to keep around and it's pretty inefficient. Naturally the older editor that was used by less people was going to get the axe, especially since you couldn't tell on mobile that there was even a difference between NPF or legacy posts.

So now here we are and the posts are NPF. This means they're in "Neue Post Format." Basically, every post you make is by default a text post, containing "blocks" of other media - as gifmakers we will primarily be dealing with photos.

I understand that it's frustrating to many to see "our gifs are now rendered as text posts" and ask WHY it's happening when photos should logically be rendered as photo posts - but the fact is, there's now no real delineation between a "text post" and a "photo post." The reason NPF posts are now "text posts" is because that's how they are rendered for desktop themes, not because everyone is going to see your post as text and your gifs are going to be compressed into the quality of a potato (though I know some have seen this issue - more on that later.)

02. STEPS TO TAKE BEFORE POSTING

The long and short of it is that you may have to update your theme. More detail here for those who are interested, but check that your theme supports "new editor posts" or "NPF posts" AND that this is true for original posts (you can read more about why in this ask and, although this may be a bit time-consuming, test it out on your blog). I can say with certainty that my second theme Cygnus supports original NPF posts. This is NOT true of my first theme, though.

You can try to add the NPF Fix by @glenthemes to your own theme (beware if you don't know HTML/CSS) or try this tip by @burningblake for original posts.

Feel free to add theme makers with fully NPF-compatible themes in the notes! I have been happily using my own theme so I can't say to what degree others' themes are NPF-friendly.

03. MAKING A POST

If you're sticking around to post on the new editor and you have trouble ordering your gifs around, here's a little guide on how to post.

If I click on "Photo" from web and open up the editor, here's how it looks:

I went ahead and added three full-width gifs and the editor put them in like so:

You'll most likely also have to order your gifs around in the way you want them. You can go ahead and hover over your gifs to see the button to orient them (the four dots in the top left corner) and the button for an image description (the three dots in the bottom right corner). I've attached images of all three below:

If you hold the orientation button, move your gif around until you see the blue line that shows where your gif will end up in the spot that you want it. For example, I wanted to move the second gif below the first one, so I oriented it so that the blue line would show the marker between the two gifs:

Now my gifs are oriented nicely! Of course, this is a simpler layout, but the principles still hold.

If you save your gifs as a draft and reopen them or you just notice a large gap like this in between your gifs when you're in the editor, don't worry.

This will not show up in dash view or on a desktop theme that supports original NPF posts. For example, this is how the gifs' gap (without modification) looked in my desktop theme:

With your gifs ordered, the final step is to add alt text. You can read more about alt text and why you should use it here. (Feel free to ignore the sections about the captions on the legacy editor since it is no longer relevant. It's also unnecessary to clearly mark descriptions if they're not in the caption of your post because they will clearly show up under "ALT" on Tumblr.)

If you click the three dots in the bottom right corner as seen above, and click "update image description:"

You can add the description you like and click "update." Your photos' alt text will show up under the "ALT" bubble on Tumblr. This is generally a good practice to get into to make your content more accessible, so I hope you guys will consider using alt text regularly :)

Also, I've noticed that in the editor, if you go back and edit something it will take some time to show up. You may have to refresh the page or load it again after some time, but your edits should be there. I would not go back and edit posts again if you see your posts haven't shown up. I also advise against editing your posts on mobile because it's easier to make a mistake.

And there you go, you've successfully made a post with the new editor!

04. TROUBLESHOOTING

I'm sure you've all been waiting for this. Unfortunately I am probably going to be extremely unhelpful if the editor hasn't been refined in the last few months for those experiencing issues. I'm going to go in the categories that I listed out in my original poll, but keep in mind that I haven't personally seen any of these issues on my end so I haven't been able to contact staff with any evidence that this happened other than my poll.

Dashboard view quality issues: I haven't noticed this issue. I'm not sure if this has been fixed since the original poll was posted. If you're experiencing this issue, this is not something I know how to fix so I would contact staff with screenshots of the issue.

Desktop theme side padding: As noted before, this is a theme issue. If you change themes to something that is NPF-compatible with original posts, there shouldn't be any more issues here.

Small gifs on mobile: In my experience this was happening regardless of what editor was used; it's a bug that seems to have been fixed since this poll was created. If you're still experiencing it, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I would advise contacting staff.

New editor doesn't accept gifs of size 9.8MB < x < 10MB: I haven't experienced this issue so I would say the only workaround would be to either trim the size of your gif so that it is under 9.8MB or whatever threshold seems to be the cutoff or contact staff (I am so sorry for constantly having to suggest this 😭 unfortunately there's no trick I can offer because the new editor has been taking all my gifs just fine)

Logistical issues ordering gifsets: I hope this guide has been able to answer the majority of questions and shed some light on some of the more buggy behaviors of the new editor, but if you have any more specific questions you can feel free to shoot me an ask!

HTML issues / colored text: Unfortunately it seems colored text may be deprecated entirely? This could be for accessibility purposes because I believe screen readers would read out every single letter of gradient text in captions which I imagine can get quite frustrating for users of this technology. I recommend just using the normal rich text editor. If you want small text, you can highlight and click the <s> button!

Other: If it seems like something I may be able to answer, please feel free to ask me. Otherwise... hound staff 😭

Here's where you can hound staff, btw. If you're having major issues I would advise you guys to submit support tickets. That way if there are any widespread bugs, staff will hopefully be able to fix them.

I hope this guide was helpful to you guys in dealing with the new editor, and happy giffing <3

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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I am IN LOVE with your writing! I’m a dedicated reader! 💓💓 thanks for taking the time to do it!

Hear me out. Reader pulls a 24 hour shift in the local clinic on a busy day and we get a protective worried din?

He would also be busy but he would definitely pull reader out and make her take a nap AT LEAST. 😂 anyway, I just thought that would be cute to think about.

I hope you have a wonderful day and keep up the good work!

[a/n: anybody wanna guess how many times it took me to try and post this b/c tumblr wanted to keep glitching and destroying it?? FUCKING FOUR. lord, im gonna go scream in a pillow. anyways, thanks anon for the great idea! also pls consider this my apology for the cliffhanger that i am so sorry (but not really) for.]

'A FRESH START' DELETED SCENE

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: reader overworks herself, mentions of injuries (burns specifically) but not in great detail

Word Count: 1,934

Summary: Everyone needs a break, and Din is hell bent on ensuring you don't skip yours.

#MID 17: TAKE A BREAK, DOC

[so not between chapters, but a scene within one of the time breaks in chapter 17.]

"be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but take care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that's you." -unknown

Trying to get the emergency clinic established was not easy. You agreed to the job, and Karga had given you free reign. The High Magistrate was essentially allowing you to run the clinic as you saw fit. Which in part was fantastic because it gave you incredible freedom, but it was also your worst nightmare. All your training had taught you was how to handle the medical aspect of an office. The business and organization side was a whole other issue. Especially because the people of Nevarro were not understanding that this was for emergencies only.

“My ankle hurts.”

“Alright, when did this start? When did you get hurt?”

“I twisted it while jogging three years ago.”

“You⏤ Wait, what?”

In order for this to work the way it needed to, you’d have to focus on actual emergencies only. Alone you would never be able to handle the patient load that would come with servicing an entire city. Plus, you really didn’t want to. The amount of time it would take to even attempt that was insane, and Din needed your help with Grogu.

So, the plan would be to establish that this clinic was emergencies only, emphasize it to everyone who walked in the door, but for today you’d manage all the small, routine problems.

Just for today.

By lunch time, you had already seen 47 patients. None of which were emergent. In fact, the biggest injury was a young man who had dropped a glass plate at home and accidentally cut his hand. He needed four stitches.

“Aayla?”

“Four more in the waiting room, doctor!” Aayla called out without even having to be asked the question. She was a gift from the Maker today. Already, you had decided to try training her more in depth medically and hire someone else to work the front desk. “You also have a guest.

“What?” You breathed, barely able to catch her words.

Aayla didn’t need to repeat herself because that was the moment Din swept into the room with the same confident strut he naturally seemed to have. At the sight of him, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as your lips curled up into a smile.

“What is going on?” Din asked as he drifted closer to you. There were still two patients sitting on cots waiting for you to finish with them, but Din commandeered your attention by settling his hand on your lower back and staring down at you. Even through the helmet you could feel his concerned gaze. “Why are you so busy? I thought you were hired for emergencies only.”

“I was, but apparently nobody told all of Nevarro that.”

Din stiffened. “Did Karga⏤”

“No. I don’t think he tricked me into this or that this was on purpose.” You said quickly. “And everyone who comes in, I’m telling them that from now on it’s emergencies only.”

“But today?”

“Today, I am seeing every Nevarro citizen.” You chuckled. “You want a check up, Mando?”

“Ner kar’ta,” Din shook his head, “Have you taken any breaks at all?” You shot him a sheepish smile. “Come. Let’s get lunch.”

“I can’t. I’ll just get further behind.” You mumbled. Din looked like he was ready to argue with you. In fact, his hands even drifted to his hips as his head tilted. You had seen him take on the same stance before lecturing Grogu. You wrapped your hands around his forearm and gave him the most reassuring smile you could muster. “It’s fine. I’m just sorry I’m bailing on you for lunch.” He sighed. “You poor thing, now you’ll have to spend more time with Mayfeld.”

Din huffed and you chuckled. Aayla called out that more people were filling the space, and for a second you thought the Mandalorian Marshal was considering sending everybody home just so you could have a moment for lunch. You squeezed his forearm.

“Fine.” Din grumbled.

“Also, I know this won’t help my argument or convince you of anything, but,” You scrunched your nose with a small wince, “Do you think you can pick up Grogu today?”

Din seemed taken aback based on his voice alone, “How long do you plan on staying?”

You knew his question was one more focused on the concern of you staying here for too long versus him being upset that you couldn’t get Grogu. When you shot him another sheepish smile he just grumbled under his breath in Mando’a. Din caught you off guard by leaning forward to lightly rest his forehead against yours for a second.

“This conversation isn’t over.” Din said simply and you just chuckled in response.

He squeezed your hand once before leaving and you were forced to return to the patients you had. Ten minutes passed at the most, you got two patients out with Aayla’s help, when Din’s heavy footfalls returned. You glanced over your shoulder to see he was holding a bag of food. He crossed the space to set the bag in your hands and you peered in to see it was your favorite sandwich from the local shop. Your eyes glanced back up at him with a grin. The warmth of being seen and known settling in your chest.

“Eat.” Din said firmly.

“Thank you.” You replied. “I’ll eat it as soon as⏤”

“No.” He interrupted. A tilt to his head and a challenge in his voice. “I’m not leaving until I watch you take a few bites. At the least.”

You rolled your eyes, in good nature, and handed him the bag so you could wash your hands in the sink off to the side. On your way back to Din, you asked Aayla to bandage one patient’s knee and get imaging of another patient’s hand. Din had already pulled out your sandwich to set on the desk you had brought into the corner. Before you could reach for it, Din pointed to the desk chair. With a chuckle you dropped down into the seat, the first time you were off your feet all morning, and only then did Din push the sandwich toward you.

“Thanks.” You said after your first bite. More sincere than your last. Din was leaning against the desk beside you. Close enough that your arm could press against his thigh if you moved it over even an inch. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Apparently, I did.” Din chuckled. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have eaten at all.”

You couldn't argue. Instead, you just shook your head, “Not gonna lie, I always did have a bad habit of getting caught up in my work.”

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“Doctor, can you take a look at this?” Aayla called out.

You quickly took one last, large bite of your sandwich before standing. Din pushed off the desk to tower over you again. He nodded. “I’ll pick up Grogu, but if you’re not home by 5 I’m coming back to drag you home.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You teased.

Din leaned over to lightly tap his forehead against yours and you chuckled. He reached over to pick up your sandwich and held it up towards you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn’t budge. Rolling your eyes, you leaned over and took another bite. Holding a hand over your mouth, tucking the food into your cheek, you spoke. “Happy?”

“Yes. Be careful. Message me if you need anything.”

You watched him leave with a bemused smile.

Never before had you been so acutely aware of the saying ‘when it rains, it pours’. Today had already been stressful and busy so it would make sense that at 4:25 in the afternoon an actual emergency rolled in. Nothing to test and stretch your skills like having to handle a trauma case after a full day of working. There had been an incident, on the other side of this world deep in the lava plains, where a group of smugglers got a bit too close to a river of lava with their weapons and nearly blew one another sky high.

The least injured of the three had flown them in. She had some superficial burns all along her left side. Then the other two had third degree burns that required some serious fluid replacement. You didn’t stop working, barely paused to take a breath, until all three were stable and resting comfortably. Only then did you drop down into your desk’s chair and rest your head on your arms with a sigh.

About twenty minutes later, a pair of hands settled on your shoulders, squeezing in comfort, and you would’ve been startled if you didn’t recognize the creak of Din’s leather with the comforting smell of his flight suit’s detergent and the polish used on his beskar.

“What time is it?” You groaned.

“8:42.”

“You’re nearly four hours late.”

Din squeezed your shoulders once more before letting a hand settle on the back of your neck. You found the weight of it grounded you. “I got here at 4:50. Saw you were busy with something important. Left then came back.” His thumb caressed your skin, and you pushed your head up to glance at him. Din had the hand not on your neck resting on the desk. “You alright?”

“Just tired.” You mumbled and rubbed your face with one hand. “Grogu?”

“He’s with Peli. Missed you at dinner though.” Din replied. “He acts up when you’re not around.”

“No, no. He’s a perfect angel, always.”

Din snorted at that, and the sound made you chuckle. You glanced over at the cots that held the three smugglers who slept soundly. All their vitals still stable. Din’s hand slipped down to rub your upper back soothingly. “You coming home?”

“I can’t. Not until the emergency shuttle gets here to pick those three up.” You sighed. “They have to be at a facility with a higher level of care than just me.”

“‘Just you’ saved their lives.”

“You know what I mean.” You shrugged. “You should go though.” Din tilted his head. “There’s no telling how long it’ll take for the ship to get here. I already sent Aayla home. I’m just babysitting right now. You should pick up Grogu and head home. Get some sleep.”

Din shook his head as if it were the stupidest thing you had ever said. He gently wrapped his hand around your upper arm and pulled you up from your seat. You let him drag you along to the fourth cot in the room which was currently empty. “You sleep. I’ll babysit.”

“Din…”

He lightly pushed down on your shoulders until you were seated on the cot. You stared up at him in question, but he just shook his head. “If something changes with their status I’ll wake you.” Din pushed you down a little further so you were laying down. The moment your body hit the relatively soft bed you felt yourself sink into it with exhaustion. Din went to walk, but you grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the cot as well.

“You can babysit while laying down, can’t you?”

“My armor isn’t gonna be much of a pillow.”

“Neither is this cot.”

Din chuckled and dropped down to lay beside you. You rested your head on his chest, the cool metal of the beskar biting into your warm cheek, and just sighed. It hadn’t occurred to you how tired you truly were until now. Din had an arm wrapped around you so he could grasp your shoulder with his hand and use his thumb to trace patterns there.

“Take a break, doc.” Din hummed. “I got you.”

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rhetthammersmithhorror · 10 months

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Is this a rant? This feels like a rant. Please pardon any bad grammar.

Tumblr glitch and my archive isn't showing up —

My usually empty message box had two messages (lacking any introduction or greeting) from the same person demanding to know why I'd turned my archive off. This person proudly displays their 80,000+ instagram following next to their name.

They'd followed me in the last 24 hours, obviously just to dm.

I'd never heard of this person so I checked out their Insta. It's loaded with my gifs (turned into bad looking pixelated videos). There's no mention of my tumblr (Rhett Hammersmith's International Haus of Horrors — Hammersmith Horror for brevity).

This happens a lot on other platforms and sometimes tumblr. It's just the way it is.

So I explain to this individual that it takes time to select frames from a two minute sequence and condense them into a two second sequence. It's a skill—a useless skill—that I've developed over the years.

It's not as simple as just "recording the screen".

I like to make gifs with a beginning, middle, and end. Or, if possible, a nice seamless loop. I'll make several versions until the timing is just right. I sometimes combine elements from two unrelated scenes to create a new scene. I also color correct the frames, tweak the contrast, and sharpen the details, etc.

You get the picture.

But it's not just about the creation of gifs. I have to hunt the films down, buy dvds, watch the films, do the research, etc.

Some of these movies are truly terrible. You have no idea the amount of agony that's endured while trying to extract a bit of art from them.

Just kidding — I honestly love "terrible" movies.

So anyway, this person was none too happy when asked if they just wanted access to my archive for content. They angrily called me a stalker (the irony was lost on them) and stated they're a professional video maker who uses $300 software!

A whole $300?! Wow! They must really be a pro!

So yeah, I make these gifs out of a love for weird little movies. People like the content and they share it. That's what it's about. But, would it hurt them, would they lose followers, if they gave the original content creators a little credit?

I've made gifs for years and have never asked for anything but a little credit. Is that really too much to ask?

Oh well.

C’est la vie, I guess.

Thanks for reading all this.

Rhett

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the-arcade-doctor · 5 months

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[[ STOP KOSA ]]

[[ RULES ]]

[[ GAMES AND GAME RULES ]] [[ PRIZE CORNER ]]

Some context: Text Doctors are a collection of Tumblr-based RP blogs featuring plague doctors made out of ASCII symbols with their own unique lore, they're mostly variants of the first one to don the title, Doctor Screech, a eldritch monster who hails from the abyss and landed in a world of violet occupied by walking fungal-infected-corpses and other such nasties.

HEY YOU! ARE YOU BORED? WHO AM I KIDDING, YOU FOUND THIS BLOG SO OF COURSE YOU ARE, LUCKILY FOR YOU, THIS IS AN BLOG FOR THE MOST… INTERESTING PLACE ON THE WEB!

WELCOME, LADIES, GENTS, AND EVERYONE ELSE TO

A PLACE OF INTRIGUE AND DANGER, MYSTERY AND WONDER! WHERE GAMES FEEL ALMOST ALIVE AND THE OWNER IS OVERJOYED TO MEET NEW FRIENDS!

ARCADE SCHEDULE

OPEN - 9:00 OR 11:00 AM

CLOSE 11:00 PM AFTER HOURS - 12:00 PM TO 6:00 AM MORE INFO BELOW, ENJOY YOUR STAY!

ENTRY #1: THE DENIZENS J:\\ THE MAKER \\\\

>> Jay. a 5’8, 17 (now 18) year old boy (when he feels like) with tan skin, wearing a black hoodie with a green “87” on it, grey sweatpants, and black shoes, under his hood lies a led visor displaying green animated eyes. He runs an arcade, overseen by a plague doctor suit made out of keyboard symbols, it has a parasitic relationship with his soul that enhances his ego. he runs an arcade as a front to gain more power to cut the strings of fate the gods have cast upon him.

[ jay speaks like this. ]

Jay, he found his way into a mysterious world occupied by a lone plague doctor, a beast who wore a mask of violet, the first ever "text doctor", at least, that's what he called himself, the plague doctor made out of... ASCII symbols? His name was Screech (@the-text-doctor), they got to know each other, the beast was wiser, older, had a family and most of all? POWER. Jay eventually stumbled onto a stray portal, and found a dimension with a lone arcade in it. It was empty, abandoned. It was quiet at first. Then the trials began with new technology Jay founded. His suit. A green, distorted form of the plague doctor made of symbols he met from days before. it was a beast forever crying emerald tears.. It took over the dimension. Slowly at first, but then rapidly, the floors turned black, the walls turned a dark shade of green, the arcade grew, seemingly floating. It was all falling into place. J:\\ THE SUIT \\\\ A green plague doctor made out of ASCII symbols, slashes make up his limbs and torso, and tear streaks fall down his mask. His left arm is corrupted heavily, with claws made of black triangles. He also has one corrupted wing made out of corrupted textures and glitch artifacts, on his chest lies a dark green mantle with two mirroring "J"s. His belt is made of square brackets and equal signs. This suit was made a host of the place it is now known for, but also to fight, and fight it does, it would be unwise to pick a fight with it in it's unnatural habitat.

thanks to @just-hyper-active for jotette's neck fluff [ J:\\ JOTA SPEAKS LIKE THIS. ] [ ♀J:\\ JOTETTE SPEAKS LIKE THIS. ]

The suit, when worn, made him agitated, angry, violent, egotistical, envious, and any other sense of the words, so much so that it took over his very soul, encasing it in a green hue, and wings, ever since, everyone wanted that exotic, digitized soul for themselves. The Jotette side grade makes Jay feels as if he's the prettiest thing on two legs, still as pyschopathic.

It was perfect for what he needed. He's been researching other worlds for a while, so they were next, but until then? He needed somewhere to cover up his research... the arcade would do just fine. He'd get to lounge around all day, and work on gaining more strength by night. Eventually, he opened the arcade, and attracted quite a crowd. He didn't feel much for them, just lambs to the slaughter, he thought. but eventually he grew fond of some of his visitors, some he loved seeing, some less so. his power grew... but he needed more. He eventually found other worlds, more creatures like his suit, “text doctors” as he calls them, more forms to take, more things to assimilate into his growing matrix of code and hate. J:\\ THE LESSER GODS \\\ In the world of digital evils known only by "EXEs", there lie creatures who couldn't get their hands on the vessels everybody knows them for, Sonic, Mario, Pac-Man, the like. These creatures have been festering inside unknown and uncared for video games, i.e one-off titles or edutainment games. They all think the ranks of Sonic.EXE have it too easy since they have more recognizable vessels, so they've decided to form in gangs of sorts, Jay has felt pity for them, and built a refuge for some of them called Circuitboard City. ENTRY #2: THE DIMENSION, THE BOARDER BETWEEN THE PHYSICAL AND DIGITAL REALMS

J:\\ OUTSIDE \\\\ A vast, black expanse, adorned with grid-patterned green lines and shrouded mountains that conceal Circuitboard City. Green floating stairs serve as the arcade entrance, the space under the arcade leading to an underground subway entry point for access to Circuitboard City.

J:\\ SUBWAY \\\\ The Subway, a dark green and somewhat dirty underground passage, links the arcade to the wonders of Circuitboard City, some Lesser Gods have taken refuge here as opposed to Circuitboard City.

J:\\ CIRCUITBOARD CITY \\\\

helped by @just-hyper-active The cyber-city sprawls beyond the mountains, initially visible like a distant skybox. However, the true nature of this place is revealed when you journey there through the Subway, unlocking Circuitboard City in it's fullest. Jay shelters Lesser Gods amidst the skyscrapers, surrounded by advertisements for JOTA's Arcade.

J:\\ ARCADE INTERIOR \\\\ Inside the arcade, a surreal extension of JOTA's twisted yet whimsical persona unfolds with moving wall patterns and nonsensical floors. Rows of cabinets, a prize corner, and a maintenance room entrance mark the journey. As one ascends towards JOTA's office, the rooms defy Euclidean logic, with unconventional door placements, and other such glitchy mishaps.

J:\\ HALLWAY \\\\ A simple hallway stretching to both the left and right of the office. J:\\ MYSTICS ROOM \\\\ A room where Jay's been studying various deities and other such creatures, such as Zalgo, Screech, and more. This room is to the left of the office hallway.

J:\\ JOTA'S OFFICE \\\\ JOTA's office, a dark green room adorned with silver accents. A faux bird rug lies in the center, and a dark green desk bears a lunatic's scribbles. Nearby stands a simple polygon statue of a pixelated emerald-textured plague doctor. Wall sketches depict a green heart with expansive wings and stylized plague doctors drawn from simple lines and shapes. Above, a mounted skull with a "GAME OVER - JOTAPHOBIA" plaque completes the room.

J:\\ JAY'S BEDROOM \\\\ Jay's bedroom, features a beanbag bed, the sole Sega Genesis in the arcade ever since a run-in with Sonic.EXE himself, Sonic posters, and invisible ink-laden posters of the other text doctors, the Cade Crew, and Jay himself. The dark green room houses a simple stand with drawers, holding obscure games, and a basic TV. This room is to the right of the office hallway.

J:\\ JOTA'S THRONE \\\\ On the main floor, JOTA's throne, a giant green chair, stands amidst corrupted textures and computer parts, adorned with a "GAME OVER" banner. J:\\ SUIT JUNGLE \\\\ Behind the curtains of the throne room lies the enigmatic Suit Jungle, featuring towering, unreachable arcade cabinets and one of them stands far above the rest, displaying myriad copies of JOTA's suit, glaring at whoever roams by, amid twisted metal trees and digital leaves, static falls like water and error messages are the closest thing to clouds, more copies of the suit are found crawling around, acting as birds, glitching green messages, seemingly written by Jay himself adorn the place's floors and walls.

the voices I have for all of my anons unless said otherwise: https://tts.cyzon.us EXE

Jay first encountered Sonic.EXE, also known as "X," during an event called Incident X. This voidspawn manifested itself as Sonic and attempted to claim Jay's soul. The encounter took place fashionably late at JOTA's arcade, following the Halloween EXE Takeover in 2023. Since then, X has been engaging in periodic battles with Jay's suit.

X derives pleasure from toying with human souls, leaving Jay concerned about how long he can keep the entity amused before facing potential death. In the aftermath of the incident, Jay discovered the existence of other entities similar to X, collectively referred to as The Lesser Gods or The X Underlings.

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weixuldo · 11 months

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Enigma// ch 17

anakin x reader

a/n: so this one is solely focused on Anakin and there is no y/n action lol. I also wanted to say Ik pregnancy and babies are a hot topic rn and I really don’t want to get political on here, but I will say I refer to it as the “thing” and “it” sometimes; more as a joke thing, casue I think that’s how this anakin’s inner dialogue would go. ALSO I AM NOT A FERTILITY SPECIALIST SO THAT SECTION IS NOT MEDICALLY ACCURATE LOLOLOL

NSFW

Anakin goes to the clinic to get to the bottom of the situation.

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mentions of pregnancy, arguments, mentions of alcoholism, mention of adoption/abort--n (idk if they sensor stuff on tumblr), self pity

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Anakin scored an appointment at the fertility clinic for the next day (luckily he didn't have to wait long for the high steak results). Ahsoka drove him home quietly and thanked him for asking for the test.

Before she left she made sure he wasn’t going to go back to the bottle- even if he was anxious.

He agreed, but Maker… it was hard.

The next morning he got ready to get an answer to a question that could change the trajectory of, not only his relationship, but also his life.

The check in was quick and soon he was led to the back for privacy.

He sat himself in the dark room that allowed for his sample to be taken; the television exclusively played adult videos and there were a plethora of explicit magazines to speed up the process.

He was a little nervous, he hadn’t touched himself in a long time. The stiff feeling of his mechanical hands never really worked for him, but he needed to try.

His blue eyes wandered towards the television as he slipped his hand beneath his waistband; he shut his eyes and let out a small moan as he closed each individual digit around his member.

The television portrayed a few girls having an orgy with a well endowed guy; it was really over the top and totally overdone. Anakin was getting turned off by the excessive noises, so he opted to turn off the TV.

He slumped back in his chair with a frustrated sigh; he needed this test to be done so he could have peace of mind… but how was he going to get a sample in these circumstances? He already didn’t love the sensation of his false hand on his dick.

He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander… and as much as he hated to admit it, it seemed that you still were the only thing that could get him that riled up; so instead of utilizing any of the resources in the room, he visualized you.

He imagined your exquisite breathy moans and sighs as he would trace all along your beautiful body. He imagined your reactions when he would eat you out just right, how you would gasp and your thighs would tense in his metallic grasp.

He was pulsing.

He kept his mind racing as he plunged his hand down his pants to retain his strained dick once more.

As soon as his digits managed to get a hold on it, he began to roll his hips into his fist.

A shudder ran through his body when his fist touched the base of his cock.

The sensation was odd, it wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t terrible either. He tried to relax and just focus on cumming; he imagined more scenarios of you and him, which actually helped him quite a bit.

The longer he thrusted his hips back and forth, the quicker he felt his climax coming; with a particularly forceful thrust, he knew he was about to cum. He scrambled for the specimen cup and angled his dick to the entrance.

His chest heaved as he reached his high. To push him over the edge, he imagined you riding his dick with your hands in his hair; the way you would arch your back as you used his shoulders to steady yourself, you would toss your head back in ecstasy and he would lean in to mark up your neck with his teeth-

His hips stuttered and he let out a breathy “f-fuck” and jerked forward with a groan.

Quickly, he coated the inside of the sample container with his warm cum.

He placed the container on the table beside him and leaned back with a sigh; he didn’t realize how much he was sweating from that- but to be fair, he hadn’t really masturbated with his prosthetic before. Of course, he tried, but it never did it for him.

But now- now he had you to imagine and if you were on his mind, he would be able to cum.

“Maker” he exhaled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He sat in the shaded room for a while, coming down from his high and grappled with his incoming thoughts.

He used to be able to watch porn and get off by rolling his hips into his bed or a pillow, but now that wasn’t getting him hard….

Only you were.

Why was that?

He was angry with you- he had no positive emotions towards you at the moment, so why were you still on his mind?

Was it solely the lust of your intimacy that he missed or did he miss you?

No.

No way, he couldn’t- after everything?

Well, now he wasn’t too sure he even had grounds to be angry, that's why he was at this clinic, right?

What a mess.

The realization suddenly hit him- no matter the result of this test; if he was viable or not, his heart would take a hit.

If he couldn’t have kids that would mean that you not only cheated, but lied to him about the baby being his.

But…

If he could have kids, he would have been a complete asshole towards you for no reason. All of his yelling and the awful things he said to and about you would have been completely uncalled for and he may never get you back.

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The drive back to his place was weird- it was the middle of the day and he just went to a random building and jerked off… what the fuck?

As he drove he couldn't shake an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach; never had he felt so nauseous after cumming, but then again, this time his whole life was in the balance.

Once he got home he went to the fridge to grab a beer (out of habit), but he stopped himself when he saw the sodas he had been working on before he relapsed.

Maybe he should get back on track, after all he only relapsed for an evening- maybe he could just go back to the soda?

He grabbed one of the fizzy beverages, chugged it, and then flopped onto his bed to stare at the wall.

Now all there was to do was wait for the results.

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The next morning he woke with a jolt as his phone blared next to him with his familiar ringtone. He groaned because the noise woke him from his sleep, but then he realized what the call was; it was his results.

He groaned and sat himself up with his right arm (the only prosthetic he was currently wearing). His heart raced as he leaned against the headboard of his bed and picked up the phone.

With an anxious breath, he answered the call.

“Hello?” he asked

Hello, Is this Mr. Skywalker?

“Yea, that’s me,” he answered.

Wonderful! We have the results from your fertility test, they came in this morning. Would you like me to relay your information through text or email?

He sighed. If the information was sent to him, he would just spend the rest of the day avoiding opening the message; he needed someone to just rip off the bandage.

“Could you just tell me?” he asked.

The person on the other end off the phone seemed caught off guard and paused before answering

Oh- I guess I could, most patients usually like to have their results opened privately-

“Ok, could you tell me then?” he butted in, he was growing impatient and wanted to get it over with.

Of course sir, your sperm came back conclusive- having a fertility rate of 79

“What does that mean exactly?”

It means that your sperm has a chance at fertilizing a healthy egg 79% of the time, which means that you are viable.

“Is that a normal amount? Is it likely that I can get someone pregnant?” he inquired, he needed to make sure he really understood the information that was coming at him.

Yes sir, your chances are lower than average but after looking at your files, that would be expected. But just because your chances are lower does not mean you can't; depending on the frequency and measures you take while engaging in intercourse can determine the probability of having a child. Do you have any more questions?

“Sorry, if this is TMI, but I just want to understand…”

No worries, sir

“My girlfriend and I have been having sex alot..” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

Are you asking if I think it’s possible that you could have a child?

“Yes?”

The person on the other end sighed and asked

Well that depends whether or not you have been using protection and if she is on birth control, there are many factors-

“She’s not on birth control and we don’t use a condom- we thought I couldn’t…”

I see. Well then it is very possible that you will have a child in the future, Mr.Skywalker

Anakin felt his chest swell with pride- he could have a child.

Any more questions sir?

“No, thank you so much,” he responded.

Of course and congratulations.

He sat his phone beside him on the bed and let out a stunned laugh; after all these years, his fertility was back- he could have kids.

You popped into his mind and his smile grew even larger, the thought of you growing his child inside of you made him feel dizzy with love.

You were having a baby.

He was going to be a dad.

Soon his smile faded and his feelings of joy turned sour. This was the scenario where he was the one who fucked up… Now he had to deal with the consequences of his behavior.

A part of him wanted to call you right then and there but how could he? After shouting at you, verbally degrading you, accusing you of cheating?

He couldn't just waltz right back into your world now after weeks of silence.

But not only that- he didn’t even know what you were going to do; were you going to keep it? Were you going to abort it? Were you going to put it up for adoption?

Just then he realized he knew nothing about the pregnancy other than the fact that you were pregnant because he refused to listen.

Fuck.

He slumped back into his bed and rolled over on his side. Even if you were keeping the thing, who’s to say you would even want him to be a part of its life? And even if you allowed him to be, how would he be able to be around you but not have you?

He hated himself.

He hated himself so much and understood why you would probably never want him in your life again.

After all, you deserved so much better.

You deserve someone who would never say those things to you, not in a million years. You deserve someone young and whole.

Not him.

He was almost twice your age, an alcoholic, and disabled. Why did you even want him in the first place?

He needed a drink. No, wait…what he needed was to stop drinking.

But Maker, he felt like shit and didn’t want to feel that way any longer. He wanted to feel the burn of the alc as it traveled through his system, he wanted the hazy feeling he got after a few bottles.

And he would have gotten a bottle, if he had his legs on; but since the call had woken him up- he hadn’t already put on his other prosthetics.

So he didn’t get a drink, instead he curled up and started to cry.

He wasn’t strong, he was just as scared about the future as you. He was terrified- what was going to happen? Literally everything was up in the air.

He eventually hastily put on his legs so he could go to the bathroom and while he was up he grabbed a six pack that was in the back of his fridge. He knew if he started drinking he didn’t know when he would stop- but he couldn’t handle his emotions.

He brought his wheelchair to the bedside, settled into his sheets, and took his legs off.

The clink of the bottle cap popping gave him a feeling of relief, he had been itching for a drink. He pressed the cool glass to his lips but paused- did he really want to keep doing this?

He lowered the bottle and bit his lower lip; he didn’t want to keep doing this, but he just couldn’t stop.

He wasn’t strong enough alone…and he was alone because of his actions. Tears brimmed at the corners of his blue eyes; as much as he tried to change…This is who he was.

And he hated himself for it.

Begrudgingly, he tilted the bottle back and shut his eyes, the cool burn felt like bliss as he downed the bottle.

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Anakin’s phone buzzed with that familiar ringtone that he hadn’t heard in what felt like ages.

It was you.

The phone rang and vibrated mere inches from him; he reached for the device and held it in his mechanical hand, the buzzing sending vibrations all the way up to his actual arm.

He could literally feel your call and yet he didn’t answer, he just let it buzz.

Eventually you stopped and soon he got a notification of a voicemail from you. He might as well listen to it.

He pressed the play button as he pondered over why he didn’t just answer the damn phone when you were calling.

“Hey Anakin-” your recording greeted.

He sighed when he heard your sweet-sweet voice, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders just by hearing you again.

“I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I just want to let you know- I’m keeping the baby… It’s ok if you don’t want to be involved”

Soon his happiness plummeted back to a feeling of self loathing when he processed what you said.

He looked at the screen with glassy eyes; of course he wanted to be involved.

Maker, he wanted to be with and raise the child with you- together.

But even though he knew what he wanted, he couldn’t bring himself to respond to you.

He couldn't face you,

not yet.

Instead he clicked his screen off and rolled onto his other side and squeezed his eyes shut as more tears began to flow.

He was single handedly ruining his own life.

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a/n: so anakin is entering a depression and sorry that this chapter was angsty… (it’s only gonna get worse oops) but i hope you are enjoying so far!! next chapter will probably b shorter though!)

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gojosattoru · 2 years

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★ GOJOSATTORU'S 10TH ANNIVERSARY ★

❤ MY TOP 10 FAVORITE ANIME/MANGA ❤ This is a bit late, but what it counts is the thought. xD It's my 10th anniversary and I decided to celebrate with a post of my top ten fav anime/manga and to thank you all who have been with me all these years!! who accompanied me through good, bad, fun and exciting times!! A huge THANK YOU! This place is very special to me. It's where I have grown as a person, as a graphic maker, seen so many wonderful creations who inspired me all this time and kept me going, and where I've made so many amazing friendships!! You beautiful human beings who always helped, sent me your love and support all the time, thank you!! I am always thinking of you and sending you all my love and support!! I hope I have done the same for everyone! May you all have a happy and blessed life, and I hope to stay on Tumblr for as long as I can hehe. Thank you, you amazing and talented cuties! I love you with all my heart guys! I wish you a lovely week! THANK YOU!

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trumpetnista · 2 months

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ANOTHER 1000 POSTS!

217K and counting! Thank you to all 2,792 of you guys (plus everyone in my activity chart area…) for following, enjoying, and tolerating LiveLoveWRITE for all of these years (as of 5 January 2023, it’s been 13 years since I joined Tumblr! Wow!) down various fandom rabbit holes, through The Great Tumblr Purge of December 2018 (which didn’t work properly to nobody’s surprise. JUST DELETE THE PORN BOTS, PEDOPHILES, AND THE NAZIS, YOU IMBECILES! PROBLEM SOLVED FOREVER.), through the latest change of owners (I give it 6 months to a year before they give up on their “investment” and leave with their tail tucked between their legs…) and my ongoing evolution into a color blog.

I would also like to give a very special shout-out to The Walking Dead/Richonne/Carnid folks who have welcomed me with open arms into their post apocalyptic world (what’s left of it after all the absolutely EXCELLENT writing…), the GOTHAMITES who have welcomed me as a lifelong citizen (the show may be over now but Gotham will always be my home!), and as always, mad love to all of the Gladiators who still follow me despite the show (mercifully!) being over and those who keep enjoying my mashups on here and my ongoing efforts at clever (usually not, but it’s funny 9 times out of 10…) live and before/after the show commentary on Twitter for both old and new fandoms. The acceptance from everyone makes things infinitely more fun around here! Here’s my favorite owls and some other appropriate pics and here’s to at least a thousand more!

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justagalwhowrites · 10 months

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 33: Stay

Din helps you recover from your time in the hands of the syndicate. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-32 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :) Smutty smutty smut. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 3.1K

You were only vaguely aware of Din lifting you from your seat in the transport. The last dose of the old Imperial drug had finally started to fade, your pain easing to something that seemed… if not tolerable than at least expected.

“Maker, Mando!” Peli’s voice was surprisingly clear and close. “What happened? You said you needed a medic, not a clean up crew…”

“Syndicate grabbed her,” Mando said quickly. “Had her for more than a day…”

“Thanks for the gardulla,” you managed, opening your eyes enough to see her. Everything was vaguely fuzzy. “Tried to use it to interrogate me… helped that I knew what to expect…”

You closed your eyes again. Now that you could get close to sleep, it was all you wanted to do.

“No, she stays with me,” Din’s voice was oddly forceful, snapping you out of wherever your mind had managed to drift to.

“It’s not going to be pleasant…” A voice you didn’t recognize was talking. Your eyes were so heavy but you fought to open them anyway. You were on the Razor Crest, in Din’s quarters. He was there beside a man you didn’t recognize. His face looked like it probably always had a frown.

“Not leaving her.”

You reached for Din, his arms crossed over his chest. The other man noticed you first.

“She’s conscious?”

Din’s head turned toward you and he dropped to his knees beside you, one hand taking yours, the other going to delicately brush your hair back from your face..

“Need to put her under…” the other man said.

“Cyare.”

You were unconscious for longer then.

When you woke, it took you a moment to realize you weren’t dreaming, or that your mind hadn’t fully fractured and you were still in the hands of the syndicate.

You were in your room on Tatooine.

It had been cleaned up, even from the last time you’d been in here with Din and the kid. There was no longer a fine layer of sand and dust on every surface. There were gauzy curtains on the windows, dappling the light and helping to keep the room cooler. You held up the arm that had been stripped of skin. It was whole again. You eased up to look down at your stomach and almost jumped, the Mandalorian in a chair near the foot of your bed. His legs were stretched out in front of him, his arms crossed in front of him.

“Cyare,” he said. You smiled, falling back down onto your bed. “I was starting to worry.”

“Only starting?” Your mouth was dry. “Course, you’ve had to put me back together three times now, probably getting pretty used to that…”

You lifted your head to look at him again before that seemed like too much work.

“You’re too far away,” you said. You heard him move and felt the bed shift as he sat down by your waist. You could see him now. You smiled. “Better.”

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

You thought for a moment. Physically, you felt… almost fine. Your body was tired but didn’t hurt. Moving sounded like a monumental proposition but you certain that would fade quickly.

Mentally… that was different.

“Tired,” you said eventually, not wanting to try to explain it right then. You weren’t sure if you ever wanted to explain it. “You brought me here.”

He watched you, his head slightly cocked.

“I thought someplace familiar would be best,” he said. “You need to rest. Recover.”

You lifted your head and looked around.

“Where’s the kid?” You asked, frowning.

“With Peli,” he said. “She’s watching him for me so you can take some time. She loves it. I let him see you after the medic had completed his work. He was worried, too.”

“He made it to you OK then?” You asked. “Even with the caves?”

“You got him to me,” he nodded. “What you did… it was smart.”

That made you smile. Your face didn’t hurt anymore.

“I tried to clean up here,” he said. “Now the we know what happened to your parents. Make it a place you might want to stay for a few days. Peli can easily reach me if there’s a problem with the kid…”

Your eyes searched him, as though you could read the expression below his helmet.

“What aren’t you saying, Din?” You asked gently. He reached out and cupped your cheek.

“I can’t keep almost losing you, Cyare,” he said softly. “I don’t know that I can… survive that.”

You shifted in the bed, giving him room beside you. He cautiously stretched out, facing you. You smiled a little, reaching out and tracing the contours of his helmet before you gently tugged his forehead to yours.

“Couldn’t survive losing you, either,” you said softly, closing your eyes again. Being awake was too hard. It was much easier to just give in. He gently pulled you closer.

“Cyare.”

The day felt oddly long, even with all the sleep. You woke up again a few hours later, securely in Din’s arms. It was hot. You didn’t care. His hands were in your hair, keeping a steady rhythm as he held you close. He’d released the seal on his helmet. You could hear him breathing. It was a comfort. You pressed yourself closer to him.

You tried to piece together the last few days, at least from your end. It was harder than you expected, the events with the drugs and the more extreme torture feeling almost entirely separate from anything else, like the existed in a reality all their own. Putting together memories from there with memories from just before you were grabbed was like trying to fit together pieces from two separate puzzles. It didn’t work.

As he held you, you remembered something from just before you’d sent the pod away.

“Did you listen to the message?” You asked quietly.

He paused.

“I did.”

You pressed your face into his chest plate.

“You shouldn’t…” you paused. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to take any of it seriously… I thought I might be about to die, so I was saying things that…”

“Cyare,” he cut you off. “Don’t apologize for it.”

You adjusted in his arms, biting your lip. You weren’t really expecting him to say it back but still, you’d kind of hoped.

He stayed in bed with you most of the day as you faded in and out of consciousness, trying to put together just what happened with the syndicate. You wondered how much you actually remembered, how much was locked away in parts of your head that existed only in that place.

“Cyare.”

He kept saying it, the word he said meant beloved. You weren’t sure if he was saying it for you or for himself.

“Should eat something.”

“Hmm,” you replied. Forming a real word sounded too difficult.

“I have something for you,” he said. You pulled your face enough from his chest to look up at him, frowning. “Have to eat first.”

“You’re demanding.”

“My hunt, Cyare,” he said. “You get to listen to me.”

You smiled a little.

“You do like when I listen.”

Din had brought ahrisa to the house, something you’d grown to love when you’ lived on Tatooine, but sitting away from him made you weirdly uncomfortable. You weren’t quite sure why. Not touching him made your stomach tie in knots.

“You said you have something for me,” you said, trying to ignore the twisting feeling in you. He nodded once. “Is it something I can kill someone with?”

“That would take a lot of creativity,” he said. “Though if anyone could figure it out, I’m sure it’s you.”

“Now I’m intrigued,” you quirked a brow at him.

He led you outside, making you frown, really at a loss now. But set up alongside the house was an easel with a canvas and paint. The suns were starting to set behind the dunes, the light shifting across the sand.

“Din,” you breathed.

“You should be able to make things, if you want to,” he said. “You are more than what they made you.”

You threw your arms around his neck with such force he had to catch you to keep you from ending up on your ass in the sand. He held you close for a moment and you tried to hold onto the feeling of being in his arms, making sure to remember it, trying to press it into the different pieces of your mind.

He sat in the sand and tugged you onto his lap, the short easel the perfect hight when you could use his lap as a backrest.

You’d never painted anything before. There was a lot of trying to figure things out using trial and error, but, by the time the light was gone and there was nothing but the glint of stars overhead, you’d at least gotten the dunes painted. You smiled at the canvas for a moment. You’d never made something just for the sake of making it. It had always had an ulterior purpose, some role to fulfill. This existed only because you wanted it to.

Din helped you into bed and you pressed yourself against him, your leg over his hip, rocking your core over him. He held you close, cupping your face.

“Cyare,” his voice sounded strained. “You’re recovering…”

“So?” You managed.

“Not going to hurt you.”

You groaned.

“But I need you,” you dropped your forehead to his chest plate. He removed his glove and slipped his hand into your pants, making you gasp. “Then I will take care of you.”

His fingers were delicate against your folds, gently pressing into your clit, easing into your entrance, moving in a slow and steady pace that built your orgasm slowly. You held him close, rocking your hips against his hand. You came with a strangled moan before going limp and he held you tighter as you fell asleep.

The next day was similar. You were stronger but didn’t want to do much beyond just be in the same space as Din, a desire he seemed happy to oblige. At dusk, you painted again, sitting with your back against his chest, his arms around you. You finished it that day. It was sloppy and uncertain and you were already planning to look up information on painting and techniques on your data pad, maybe pic up other data drives with more specific information the next time you were at a market…

You pressed yourself back against him, your fingers reaching up and slipping into the narrow space that existed between his helmet and the collar of his flight suit when he didn’t have the seal engaged. You traced his skin, making him gasp, and he slipped his ungloved hand over you again, sinking his fingers deep inside you until you came apart around him.

The third day, your mind was starting to feel more… complete. You could put together what happened, connect the dots. Din was in the caves. The syndicate showed up. You took out as many as you could but got pinned down. You got the child to him with a message that asked him to not come for you. The syndicate took you. They hurt you. Din saved you.

You’d seen the pod with him. He’d taken the child into the palace to get you, put himself and the baby at risk. For you.

The thought made your chest ache. If anything had happened to them… You had to protect them. Even if it was from yourself.

“I think I should stay on Tatooine.”

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Din froze, watching you from across the table. He wasn’t even breathing.

“Is that what you want?” He asked eventually. He was desperate for the answer to be no. He was trying to picture life without you and he couldn’t breathe. You belonged with him, with his child, you belonged together.

He started thinking of ways he could stay here, on Tatooine with you, if this was where you wanted to be. He could stay here if you were here.

You took a deep breath.

“You had the kid, Din,” you said quietly. “He was safe. You were safe. I asked you to leave me and…”

“I couldn’t leave you,” he said. “Not going to just leave you…”

“I know,” you said. “And that’s why I should stay. It’s what’s safest for you and for him.”

He was quiet for a moment, his stomach in knots.

“But it’s not what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you said. “You and your son…”

“Do you think we could leave you behind for anything less than what you wanted?” He asked. “That we wouldn’t try to stay with you?”

“You left me before,” you looked down at the table, your arms crossed. “It was fine. You can do it again. If it will keep him safe? You can do it again.”

“I never left you, Cyare.”

“Din.” Your eyes met his across the table, full of aching longing. “I can’t let you keep putting yourself at risk for me… This will be different than Dantooine…”

“I never left you,” he said it again. “Not really.”

You watched him from across the table. You didn’t understand.

“Wait.”

He got up and went outside, into the Crest. In his quarters, in one of the storage panels, were the letters of yours he’d kept from Aidla’s place. He got them and went back inside. You were still at the table. He set the letters in front of you.

You frowned, opening the first one. It took you a moment to recognize it, he could tell, but once you did, you opened each one, like you were checking to make sure they were real.

“Where…” you breathed, looking up at him.

“I stayed away from you for three months, Cyare,” he said. “That’s the longest I lasted. Three months.”

“Din…”

“I…” his voice broke. He’d never said it to you. He’d never said it to anyone. Never wanted to. Never thought he would need to. “I loved you too much to stay away from you. I kept coming back for you. Aidla would show me the letters when I came every few weeks. She said you were happy, that your life was peaceful and quiet so I never went to find you. But I couldn’t stay away from you, Cyare. I kept coming back to you, just to… I’ll always keep coming back to you.

“If you truly want to stay on Tatooine, then we will stay on Tatooine,” he said. “I can find work here. We can live here. If this is what you want…”

“I want you,” you cut him off. “I want to live my life with you, I want to be on the Crest or Nevarro or wherever the hell else you go, that’s where I want to be and…”

He stood up then, taking your hand and pulling you along behind him to your bedroom.

It was dark, only some spots lighter than others in the starlit darkness.

“Cyare,” he said quietly, gently taking your shirt off. With the help of his helmet, he could see you, the parts of you with new skin, the parts of you he longed to hold.

“Din,” you breathed, cautiously removing his gloves, like you were waiting for him to stop you. He didn’t. His hands slipped over your skin, taking you in, until he reached your breasts. You gasped as your hands moved to remove his pauldrons. He didn’t stop you then, either. Or when you went for his chest plate. He helped you unzip the flight suit and slide it to the ground and he slid your pants down your body so you were bare, too.

He stepped up to you, so your skin was flush against his, and carefully, slowly, guided your hands to his helmet. You froze.

“Din,” you whispered. “It’s… this is different than the ship, I… It’s dark but I can see some and…”

“Want you this way,” he said, his hands still on your wrists, holding your hands against the helmet.

You took a deep breath and searched behind the mask for his eyes, giving him one last chance to stop you. He didn’t take it.

He released your wrists and you slowly eased the helmet over his head and set it down on the small table nearby.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. He could see that you were in front of him, some areas of deeper shadow on your face than others. But he couldn’t make out distinguishing features. He gently took your face in his hands and brought his lips to your own.

He was certain that he could get drink on your kiss. It was strong, heady. It made his knees weak, the intimacy of it. You slowly, cautiously, draped your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. He tugged you closer to him, cradling you to his body, as he moved the two of you to your bed. He lay you down below him, crawling up your body while his lips were still on yours.

He brought one hand down to your slit, already wet and warm with want. He traced you, kissing down your throat to your breasts as he did. He sucked one nipple into your mouth as he sank his fingers into your slick heat. He moved to the other nipple and added another finger as he did.

“Can I…” you panted for breath. “Can I touch you?”

He knew what you were asking.

“I’m yours, Cyare,” he breathed. “You can touch me wherever you want.”

Your hands moved to his face, tracing his cheeks and his nose and his brow.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed. “I knew you were before but…”

He kissed you and your fingers went to his hair as he took some of the wetness from inside you and spread it over himself. He sank into you as your lips were pressed against his, moaning against you as your body opened to him, holding him inside of you.

He took you slowly and softly, your hips pressing back against him as he kissed you again and again and again. He got lost in your body, on being a part of you even if it was just for a little while.

“Din,” your voice was strangled from pleasure, his lips against your throat, as your orgasm built. “Din… I… I love you…”

He felt you come apart around him and he pressed deep inside you, following you over the edge.

“I love you, Cyare,” he breathed. “I love you.”

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #smut fic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #the mandalorian #slow burn #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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gatheredfates · 21 days

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I thought I might start using this graphic for the updates, too! At least until I get bored of it and end up creating another. 🌊 We love eye-catching visuals in this house.

Anyway, sorry for the delay with this update! Last weekend was insane, putting it lightly, and I only really feel like I have started to return to capacity now. I appreciate your patience!

As of 04/27, I have added the following resources (in no particular order) to Sea's Community Compendium for FFXIV Creatives:

LARGE SCALE

XIV TODO — honestly, huge thanks to whoever submitted this resource because I didn't know it existed! This is another set of tools and tailored checklists for XIV that help you track encounters, content completion, dailies and more! It's also extremely alt-friendly for those of us who have more characters than sense.

FREE COMPANY / COMMUNITY FOCUSED

THE VIERAN MAFIA — do you like suave Noir-themed bars framed by mystery and intrigue? How about a bit of organised crime? This Free Company is for you! (They're also hiring, if you're interested. Get in touch with @fjotla-vithir!)

MISC

FFXIV BUFF AND DEBUFF MAKER — if you have ever thought a screenshot of yours would be made funnier by a buff/debuff but you don't have access to photo editing software, @fortunafavore has you covered with this simple tool!

XKIT REWRITTEN — The most up-to-date iteration of the original XKit tool, XKit Rewritten provides a series of enhancement tools for Tumblr's web-based interface including accessibility tools, anti-capitalism bocks and recommendation tweaks.

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here, send me an ask with the relevant information contained on the Compendium, or join my Discord at SEAFLOOR (21+ only)!

As a reminder, the answer to the question of "Is my resource/community applicable to the Compendium?" is almost always a resounding yes. I want to know what's out there. I want to feature your project!

However, for the sake of clarity, I'll pop the FAQ from this post below in a read more for you to check out if you're worried. ✨

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #crystal rp #crystal roleplay #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea's community compendium #ok DONE now i don't feel guilty for letting this lapse #also me: knows full well irl happens #me again: and??? get on with it #SDKJGHSDF

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Hello! I love your gifs! How do you make yours so clear and high quality/What's your process? <3

Hi!! Thank you so much!! I've never really had to explain out my process to anyone and I don't know how much detail you need, but I'll try my best and try to be as thorough as possible just in case!!

For my D:BH gifs, the process starts out with recording my own game play. I have a gaming computer that already had the GeForce Experience app downloaded, so I use that to record my game play. It records at 1920 × 1080p, 60 frames per second, so the files can get... rather large 😅 The video of my playthrough of the Russian Roulette chapter (~11 minutes long) was just under 4 GB. So its not light...

From there, I figure out what in particular I want to gif (for the timestamp roulette series, I let a random number generator figure out whereabouts I'm looking). Once I know that, I open up VLC and use it to isolate that particular shot + a little more on either end.

After I have the shot(s) I want to gif isolated, I open up Photoshop. I use "File" > "Import" > "Video Frames to Layers" and choose the video I want. You can do this straight from the video of your playthough, but I find that the shorter the video is, the easier it is to work with in this step. I trim my video more, to about a click or two outside of the specific shot I want. Like so:

From there I delete any extraneous frames from the "timeline" section that comes up.

Then is cropping: my go-to crop uses the "W x H x Resolution" option - I put 540 px in the first box, 300 px in the second and leave the third blank.

After that, I have an action in Photoshop that does the next steps for me (to make things quicker), but what it does is sets the frame rate (which will have to be done again after saving the gif because Photoshop hates everyone apparently), converts all the layers into a single object, and sharpens the gif. I've only been gif-ing for about a year and a half, and before that I had exactly zero experience with Photoshop at all, so all the numbers from these steps are still the same as the numbers I pulled from the tutorial I used when trying to figure everything out. For those, you can look at this absolutely AMAZING tutorial, by hayaosmiyazaki, specifically steps 7. gif speed and 8. sharpening.

From there, I start adjusting the colors. From what I've noticed, I seem to do a good bit less color adjustment than some, or maybe even most, other gif makers. It's honestly all about personal preference, so play around with it and find what you like! I personally like to stick as close as possible to the original colors, while still brightening the image up enough to make it clearer and more legible. So, for a majority of my gifs, I only apply an "Exposure" layer, a "Brightness/Contrast" layer, and a "Hue/Saturation" layer (from the "Layer" > "New Adjustment Layer" menu.) The numbers here change dependent upon the lighting in the shot.

For example, here's a before and after of this shot I just did so I could type this out and make sure I got every step 😅 For this one, I did Exposure +1.0 (no change to Offset or Gamma Correction), Brightness +20, Contrast +10, and Saturation +5 (no change to Hue or Lightness).

Once I'm satisfied with my coloring, I go to "File" > "Export" > "Save for Web (Legacy)". I watch the gif there to make sure it looks how I want, maybe go back and do a few tweaks to the coloring if I'm not quite happy, check the file size and then save it!

Tumblr's maximum file size is 10MB so if your gif is over that, you won't be able to use it on tumblr - in order to fix that, you may have to delete a few more frames. Or you can crop it to so there's less pixels in the "Save for Web" pop-up by changing the numbers in the "Image Size" section

And now, once I have my gif named and saved. I go back to "File" > "Open" and open up that gif. From there, I go to the little three lines icon in the top right corner of my "Timeline" section, click "Select All Frames" and then click the three dots on one of the frames and change the frame delay. For my DBH gifs, I do 0.02 seconds cause it looks best to me. Depending on how many frames per second your recording software does/what you personally like speed wise, this may be different for you. This is also different for gifs from live action or other media (for those, I prefer 0.05 seconds - it looks the most realistic to me.)

Then, I just save again, overriding the file from before I changed the speed, and voila! That's my process!

I hope this helps; if you have any more questions, my ask box is always open!! And again, thank you so so much 🥰 I'm so glad you like my gifs!!

#so yeah that's the process #gif making #phoenixspencer gifs

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bratshaws · 4 months

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through the hourglass 349. brb x oc

a/n: uwu once again tumblr cut it short. n i c e i love this (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He checks his phone early in the morning, he left Bea in the room so she could sleep in alongside the kids. He sipped his coffee while leaning his lower back against the counter, sans shirt with his sweatpants on. “Email I’m gonna reply later,spam,spam,ohh, discount? Nice.” he chuckles as he stars it.

It was Sunday and Bea’s family asked them to join for lunch, since it was the first time in a while that all the Schiavoni kids were together. He knew they still had time, so he didn’t have to worry about that. Jolene lies by his feet, the pittie was quietly snoring while her pups were inside the twins’ and Nicole’s room, keeping him company that morning.

The last email he saw was the confirmation about his promotion. So…next week. He inhales, rereading the email over and over before he arches his brows, ‘Damn.” he whispers, the little anxiety bug crawling up inside his stomach, “Next week…my promotion is next week Jojo.” the dog huffs in reply.

Rooster sat there for a moment, contemplating the upcoming changes. The weight of the promotion settled on his shoulders,and he exhales again. Jolene, sensing his mood, nudged her head against his leg, offering a comforting presence.

"Yeah, girl," Rooster mumbled, absentmindedly stroking Jolene's fur. "Next week is gonna be a big one."

As he sipped his coffee, he allowed his thoughts to wander. The promotion seemed so far away a few days ago, he doesn’t know what happened…well, no, he knew what happened, time went by…but in reality, he was…still getting used to all this. He didn’t know why he was nervous.

The sound of footsteps approached, and Rooster looked up to see Beatrice, her hair tousled from sleep, wearing a cozy sweater and leggings. Her eyes held a warmth that made Rooster's heart skip a beat.

"Morning," she greeted,rubbing her eyes and shuffling closer to him so she could press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Hmmm…you made us coffee?”

"Morning, gorgeous," Rooster replied with a smile, pointing to the coffee maker "Yep, got the coffee brewing. Figured we could use a little morning boost. Spoil you a bit.”

Beatrice smiled, appreciating the gesture as she leans against his shoulder. " As if you don’t do it already…thank you,you–” she yawns “You're the best, Roos." She closes her eyes for a second, crossing her arms, “...I’m all sore.”

“Oh?”

“My ankle is good though, but my whole body is like,” and she flexes her hand, “Pulsating.”

Rooster chuckled, running his fingers through Beatrice's tousled hair. "Well, you did give it your all on the court yesterday. A bit of soreness is a small price to pay for the victory, don't you think?"

She grinned,painfully so "Yeah…totally worth it. But it was so much fun playing again."

Rooster nodded, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But if the soreness gets too much, we can always arrange for a relaxing massage.”

“Roos.”

“An innocent one.”

She huffs a laugh, playfully swatting his bare chest, “Don’t tempt me….mama wants us to go there for lunch, if we do that, we might never leave. And you know how they are if we don’t show up.”

Rooster chuckled, "Well, if it involves good food and some pampering, who could resist? I'm in. Just warn them, though, I might indulge a bit too much and fall into a food coma."

She laughs softly, looking up at him with those big green eyes “You know she'll pack some leftovers for us to take home."

"Your mother’s leftovers are like treasures."

“And she loves to pamper you.”

His cheeks darkened as he smiles, “Well,” he shrugs, ‘She did give me you,so I don’t mind.”

Beatrice chuckled at his response, her eyes sparkling with affection with her cheeks turning pink. "You are too sweet,but let's try to not keep her waiting. I can practically hear my siblings complaining about how we're always late."

Rooster smirked, "Fashionably late is our trademark. Can't disappoint the fans." he says, “Also, Michael, is complaining about our lateness? Your brother?”

She laughs as she pours herself some coffee,petting Jolene on the way, “Listen, we both know Mike is…” and she makes a face trying to find the words, “Just like that. You know his brain starts waking up after ten o’clock.”

Rooster wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her closer. "Hmmm…true,” he props his chin on her shoulder. “...so my promotion ceremony is next week,”

She seemed more alert this time, stopping mixing the sugar in her mug, “Oh?”

“Yeah, got the confirmation email this morning. It's happening next week. And, umm, they want me to prepare a little speech. Nothing fancy, just a few words."

Her eyes gleamed with pride. "A speech? Oh, you'll do great. What are you thinking of saying?"

Rooster scratched the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips. "Well, I…don’t know.” he answers honestly, returning his arm around her waist as she sips her coffee, “I should’ ve thought of something…”

Beatrice turned in his embrace, facing him with a small smile. "Aw baby?"

Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. It's just...I want it to be meaningful, you know? Not too formal, not too casual. Just...me."

She reached up, cupping his cheek affectionately. "Roos, whatever you say will be perfect. Just speak from the heart.” she shrugs “That's what people want to hear."

He nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. "You always know the right things to say, don't you?"

Beatrice grinned, "Just trying to be the supportive wife you deserve."

Rooster leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it."

She hummed happily, closing her eyes "So, any idea what you're going to wear for the ceremony?" Beatrice asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Rooster raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying my uniform isn't stylish enough?"

She playfully swatted his chest again. "Oh, no. The uniform is perfect. I was just thinking about your 'after' look. You know, for the celebration."

Rooster frowns “....my uniform?”

“Honey.”

Beatrice gave him a patient look. "Roos, it's not that I don't appreciate the uniform, you know I love,” and she clears her throat, her body warming up, “L-Love the uniform. It's just... I thought maybe you'd want to change into something more casual and comfortable after the ceremony. You know, for the celebration with friends and family."

He tried very hard to hide his smile, “Come again?”

She shuddered, oh,him and his innuendos “What?”

“...you said something about me in uniform.” he smirks, “Care to clarify?”

Beatrice blushed, realizing the unintentional double entendre in her words. "Roos, don't get all cheeky on me. You-you know what I meant."

Rooster smirked, lowering his gaze to her lips and then slowly leaning closer. "Oh, I know exactly what you meant, gorgeous. Just trying to keep you on your toes."

"You're impossible."

"That's why you love me."

“It is one of the reasons.’ she smiles, “But,really, do what makes you feel comfortable, we still have a whole week to plan everything.” she cups his cheeks, “Okay?”

“...okay.” he smiles, “Okay,gorgeous.”

Beatrice leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Roos. Now, let's focus on the rest of the day. Um,” she rubs her eyes, “We still have two hours before lunch at my parents and the kids are still asleep.”

–

“Aaaaaah! My babies!!”

Beatrice barely had the time to say hi before her mother picked Nicole from her hold, her father standing a few feet behind as Bea and Rooster stood on the front porch. Claudia kissed Nicole’s cheeks over and over, whispering in Italian before putting the oldest Bradshaw child down and focusing her attention on the twins inside the carriers, “Oh,oh, they look so big.” she whispers, sniffling, “Oh,come on in,come on in the two of you.”

Beatrice and Rooster followed Claudia inside, stepping into the familiar warmth of the Schiavoni family home. The aroma of Italian spices wafted through the air, and both of them couldn’t help but inhale deeply

As they entered the living room, Beatrice's father, finally took the time to say something since his wife was just being all over the place. "It's good to see you both," he said, giving Rooster a firm handshake. "And who do we have here?" he added, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the carriers.

Rooster held the twins with a proud smile. "They are both wide awake.” And Aurora was the most talkative already, “They woke up seconds before we left.”

Claudia squealed in delight, "Oh, Bea, why didn't you tell us you were bringing the grandkids?!"

“Mamma,why wouldn’t I?”

Claudia sniffled again,”You know what I mean! Oh I have to prepare everything for them!”

“Mamma.”

"Leave her,tesoro,” Rafael says, “Your mom will never stop unless you let her do it.” and he picks Nicole up from the floor, the sound of voices outside getting louder, “Most of them are here. They brought the kids too.”

“Yeah?” Bea asks,following her father, “I’m glad…how are you papa?”

Rafael smiled, a warmth in his eyes. "I'm doing well, tesoro. Just enjoying the peace and quiet, you know how it is."

Beatrice nodded, her gaze flickering to the familiar surroundings of her childhood home. "Yeah, I missed this place. Did you guys paint the walls again?”

Rafael chuckled, "Michael’s idea, it was peeling off and..you know how my back is now.”

Claudia, in the meantime, was bustling around the kitchen, preparing some snacks and treats for everyone. The familiar clinking of pots and pans, the scent of delicious Italian dishes, and the sound of animated conversations filled the air.

Rooster, standing by her side, observed the lively scene with a smile. "Your family always knows how to throw a warm welcome, Bea."

She nodded, "They sure do. Mamma doesn't know the meaning of a small gathering." she says, “We’re the only ones here,right papa?”

“Hm?”

“No one else is coming,right?”

Are any of her shitty cousins coming?

Rafael blinked at her, then smiled, “Only us.” and she immediately relaxed, “Sabrina will arrive later, only Michael and Leo are here right now-” he pauses, hearing shouting from the outside, “They are playing truco.”

“Truco?” Rooster asks,not helping himself, “What’s that?”

Rafael chuckled, leading them towards the backyard where the voices grew louder. "Truco is a traditional card game we love to play. It's a bit like poker, but with a lot more shouting and gesturing."

“MOTHER FUCKER!”

Rafael gestured to Leonardo who was smugly looking at a fuming Michael, “See?” they sat across each other, while Hannah and Cynthia were busy talking amongst themselves. Nicole rushed over to Bianca and Éowyn once she noticed her cousins and Beatrice waved at her sisters’ in law.

"Truco is serious business in this family," Beatrice explained, a playful smile on her face. "It's a mix of strategy, bluffing, and a whole lot of drama."

Rooster chuckled, settling into the chair. "Sounds intense. I'm ready for the show."

“Brad should join,” Michael says, “Come on man, you can help me out.”

“I never played it.”

Michael grinned, gesturing to the empty chair next to him. "No worries, Brad. I'll teach you the ropes. It's all in good fun."

Rooster exchanged a glance with Beatrice, who nodded with an encouraging smile. "Go ahead, Roos. I’ll be right here.” she says softly, “I’ll talk to the girls a bit.”

#im happy yall are still here #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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