#tricky phase 3

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Hello there! I came across your blog and enjoyed reading your post about the Overblot Squad Plushie Parts. I was wondering if you would consider writing a Part 3 where the Squad discovers that their plushies have been stolen. It turns out that the culprits are their Vice Dorm Wardens - either Kalim (since Jamil is Vice Dorm Warden) or Ace (since Trey wouldn't do that). I'm curious to know how the Overblot Boys would react to this situation. Have a pleasant day/night!

SUMMARY: Someone took the Overblot Squad’s plushies! How do they react?

WARNINGS: T*cked in Riddle’s section, sorry if Malleus’ wasn’t that good, writing his was really tricky.

COMMENTS: Hehehehe as soon as I read this my immediate reaction was “oh they’re screwed.” 

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here.

He. Is. Ticked. ALL of Heartslabyul is on lockdown until he finds whichever culprit was bold enough to steal something from him! And stealing something that his beloved made from him? Heads are going to roll.

Riddle literally stops people from leaving Heartslabyul and searches every room himself. He, unsurprisingly, finds plenty of contraband, but doesn’t find his beloved plushy anywhere. He’s almost in tears. He really doesn’t want to tell you he lost it, but all hope seems to be lost-

That is, until Ace hands back the plushy with a sheepish apology. He explains that he had to drop something off in Riddle’s room and accidentally knocked the toy into the trash can. He stole it to clean it and was gonna sneak it back. He didn’t think Riddle would notice that quickly!

Ace still loses his head, but only for a week instead of a month, since he had good intentions. Riddle remains snippy at Ace for months afterwards, though.

Walking into his room, Leona realises that something is wrong. You - or at least, the plush you made for him - is missing. He spends around an hour searching his room for it and ends up being extremely irritated when all traces of it are gone. He doesn’t want to admit to his dorm members that he actually misses it, so he tries to sleep without it for a couple of days.

This makes him even more irritated.

Eventually, he wears himself down enough to ask Ruggie what had happened to it. Ruggie groans and explains that the smell of you coming from the plush and accessories was waaay too much for any normal beastman, and that he (along with other Savannaclaw members) had gotten fed up with it and hidden them.

Leona offers Ruggie 2,000 thaumarks to return them. Ruggie doesn’t think twice. 

Azul is sobbing ALL DAY. He is INCONSOLABLE. Octavinelle is getting embarrassed at the fact that their dorm leader - the best and brightest among them - is an uncontrollable mess over the fact that his toy is missing. But what can he do? That’s his best friend, gone! He’s looked everywhere and he can’t find it! What will his Angelfish say? He can’t bear to imagine the look on your face when he tells you he lost it!

He literally pays people to help him find the toy, yet no matter how much money he throws at them and no matter how hard they look, it’s just gone. It’s almost like someone stole it… no, he can’t think like that. If someone really did steal it, he’d probably never get it back! He just wants to hide in an octopus pot.

The Tweels are torn between thinking it’s hilarious and wanting Azul to shut up already. Eventually, Jade returns the plush, explaining that he thought it was fascinating and wanted to study it closer, yet didn’t think Azul would agree. (He also wanted to see Azul’s reaction to his favourite plushy being missing.) Azul is in TEARS of RELIEF and hugging that plushy. He refuses to let it out of his sight anymore. It will go with him (almost) everywhere. Floyd thinks the whole situation is hilarious and will NOT stop teasing him about it.

Jamil at first doesn’t seem like he’s phased. However, those who know him notice the ticks; the muscles in his face twitching with annoyance whenever he’s asked to do anything and the sarcastic comments he often thinks and not says become mutters under his breath instead. He becomes a lot more aggressive in his tasks - forgoing the typical, painstaking care he usually takes for finishing his tasks quickly and shutting everyone out.

He remains this way for several days. People start to get vibes from him and avoid him, which annoys him even more. He just can’t get it out of his head. Why is he so annoyed? Is it because every time he thinks of the missing doll, he thinks of you, upset at him for losing it (whether you actually are or not)? …maybe. He won’t let himself admit it either way. 

A couple of days later, Jamil finds the doll - sitting on Kalim’s bed. He’s immediately interrogating Kalim. Kalim happily explains that in trying to help out Jamil, he decided to try and help clean his room. He knows that the doll means a lot to Jamil, so he wanted to get it cleaned for him! Jamil appreciates it but he’s also this close to losing his temper. Please, just, next time, tell him first, okay? sheesh.

Vil is going to lose his mind. His doll has gone missing. He cannot find it anywhere. He’s already torn apart his room at least three times and called every single studio he’s done a photoshoot in or acted for in the past two months, asking if anyone had seen it. Yet no traces have been found. He has a headache. 

On top of that, Rook has been acting particularly frustrating recently - constantly checking up on his mood and popping out of the most random places. It’s almost as though the universe has coordinated this on purpose.

Wait.

Upon confronting Rook, Vil finds out that his theory was correct; Rook did in fact steal the plush. Apparently, he’d “wanted to see the beauty of Vil’s yearning for the precious thing his beloved made for him,” and so he’d hidden it for a while. Vil’s this close to shaking him by the shoulders, but at least he’s got the plush back.

Pookie? Pookie is missing! Uh oh, that ain’t good. He’s gotta find him, quick. The gacha banners are about to change and he already pre-farmed the mats needed for the character he wants. How’s he supposed to hit those 0.6% odds while without the Little Guy?

He’s tearing apart his room, trying to find the skrunkly before server reset. There’s no way he would’ve taken the toy outside to touch grass, right??? So it’s gotta be in here. Except it’s nowhere to be found. 

He’s about to give in to some totally cringe behaviour - going and looking for it outside - when Ortho shows up, holding the marketable plushie. Idia is snatching it from Ortho and spinning it around the room before flopping on his bed, before realising how cringe he just was. At least he can do his gacha rolls now?

(Ortho’s really confused. He just took it to wash. Did he do something wrong-? Oh well, as long as his brother’s happy now)

As soon as Malleus discovers the plush toy is missing, the rain starts. As he continues to look and ask around for it and doesn’t find it, the rain gets worse. Eventually, NRC has a full-blown hurricane on its hands. 

The weather stays like this for a good two days. Classes have been cancelled as asking students to walk across campus in that much of a downpour would lead to a school-wide riot. And Malleus is still sulking in the corner about his missing plushie.

That is, until a sheepish Lilia surprises Malleus with the plush. He explains that it must’ve fallen in with the laundry and gone through the wash. Since the weather has been so erratic lately, it had to go through the dryer too rather than be dried by the sun, which is why no one noticed where it was for so long.

The rain instantly clears. Malleus hugs his plush and decides to take her to visit you. All is right in the world again. 

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

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[pinkpigtailsprincess]

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Advice Column Issue No.1 ; How to deal with fake friends while balancing school life 🎀🧁

Hii Dolls!!!⭐️ This is officially the first issue of my Brand new segment The Advice Column!!!! and i chose the topic fake friends bc as someone who’s had an alarming amount of fake friends in the past i can definitely give endless advice in this topic and its a collab with the @honeytonedhottie !! bc i thought she could also give so really good advice!!🎀⭐️

Are you struggling with keeping up in your studies? worried if your friends are talking behind ur back? Stressed? Feeling like school and socials are just to much??? DONT WORRY!! Dolly n Honey are gonna save the day!! 🎀⭐️

Section 1 ; Honey!!🍯

how to balance ur school and social life (in bullet points) !! 🎀🧁

- make a list of priorities and stick to it like its a handbook

- practice saying no to events and saying no to excessive studying, the key is to find an equilibrium

- combine social and academic events

- make sure to use ur time wisely and do whats important first, so that then u can have loads of time for ur social life!

Section 2 ; Dolly! 🎀

No.1 ; Stand up for yourself!! ⭐️

if ur so called “friend” is constantly make smart remarks about you,scrutinizing you for the smallest thing,being passive aggressive or really just trying to hurt your feelings always stand up for yourself and never let insult like that because that shows that you have no self respect and then they’re gonna just keep doing it set clear boundaries and don’t be a doormat never let this person/people walk all over you , if you didn’t appreciate something they said don’t take shit from them address and make sure it never happens again

No.2 ; spotting a secretly fake friend⭐️!

now there’s obviously “friends” that you can spot from a mile away that they’re definitely toxic but theres also a certain type of friend that could be the sweetest to ur face but secretly talk shit behind ur back and its honestly not that hard to spot one of these “friends” so here are some characteristics of ‘the secretly fake friend’

- never sticks up for you

- constantly lying

- at time can be very passive aggressive

- will tell you that someone was talking about you and not defend you at all

- will make you feel like a bad friend even if they’re wrong in the situation

- if you’ve ever confronted them on their behavior and they say they’re sorry but then repeats the same actions

- lets their other friends talk shit about you

- HUGE VICTIM COMPLEX!

these kinds of fake friends are tricky bc you really can’t spot them at first and then it can be harder to cut them off which brings me to my next point

No.3 CUT THEM OFF !!⭐️

listen i know its hard to let go of these people at first im mean I’ve had to do it multiple times but i swear it gets sooo much easier to not have these people in ur life its way better to have no friends than a bunch of friends thats secretly hate you don’t stay caught up on toxic people like this its a waste of ur own peace and well being , block them,stop following them,stop talking to them have NOTHING to do with these people/person

No.5 ; Ur not special !!

now this title is a bit alarming but what i mean by that is if you have a friend that’s constantly talks down about people for no reason whether it be their friends or someone they know and im not talking about the standard gossip talk bc tbh everyone gossips but im talking about like drags them through the mud calls them mean names and purposefully spreads rumors about other people they’ll do it to do you as well ur not special i doesn’t matter what this person is telling you they’ll talk about any and everyone it doesn’t matter people like this do not care

No.4 ; Being Un-phased !! ⭐️

now after you cut them off either gonna

A. make it seem like they’re innocent and have been nothing but nice to you and try and make you feel bad

B. Act like theirs beef when in reality theres not they just want a reason to start a problem

C. to the standard mean girl remarks side eyes,whispers,random pointing and slightly laughing, or even in some cases talk loudly about you but indirectly

now in any of these situations never let it bother you show no reaction these kinds of people feed off ur fear of them shows no reaction when it comes to things like this and you can also do it back side eye them back,give them weird looks back now im definitely not saying be just like them but play their game don’t let disrespect like this slide and i know how hard it can be especially since these are people ir support be close with but i promise making friends that actually care about you is WORLDS BETTER!!! you’ll have such a peace of mind and being able to make friend that actually care about you is such a freeing feeling!!!!

Reminders!!! 🎀🍯

- they’re opinions don’t matter

- these people are no above you in any way shape or form

- stress is normal don’t let it get to you !!

- you deserve much better friends

- it normal to feel sad after cutting them off

- this person/these people don’t deserve you!!!

- you got thiss!!!

#2sweet2eat🎀🧁 #manifesting #The Advice Column with dolly 🎀⭐️ #dolly #advice #it girl #itgirl #dream girl #self care #self improvement #that girl #wonyoungism #girl blogger #girl blog aesthetic #girly aesthetic #girl blogging #dollygirl #dollcore

[txtmetonight]

For Him ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ Chan is quite puzzling. But you're determined to break his walls.

pairing *. * Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Harry Potter AU

warnings *. Crude language (just one word lol)

call duration⋆ ★ 1.4k

a/n*. * I'm back in my hp phases lol and while I'm doing that, I'm pushing my chan wolf agenda yay

You suppose you’ve always known about Chan’s mysterious life. And then again, you suppose you always loved him since you were eleven, just as you placed your eyes on him onto the Hogwarts Express. But he is a tricky person to figure out and someone who doesn’t want to be broken down into pieces and given to another to be investigated upon.

Yet he still lets you do so in the very manner as you sit next to him with a full glory on your lips.

You used to wonder why you were the only one that he would let get close, but now as you stare at him with big eyes that hold much adoration, you’ve come to realize how grateful you are.

Chan is puzzling but god he’s a sweetheart when it comes down to it, always a gentleman and always with gentle love beating in his heart for anyone and everyone. Though he reckons that his organ is a little more honeyed for you though, not that he would ever admit it.

For he lives in the shadows of his past and present, and through a fear that he believes in will conjure into reality. And so, he hides a part of himself from you. You despise it very much from the bottom of your heart. You really do. You want to be his but he’s holding himself back and it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

The first time you chipped away a little deeper than he wanted to show, was when you were fed up with the white lies that slipped through his teeth.

When he excused his absences for something so abnormal you thought he was mental almost. Every once a month he left you alone with your thoughts over something so trivial or something extreme–just an explanation that made your head spin. So, you had the bright idea to follow him.

Everyone knows of the curfew set in place every night, yet he seemed to have a justification for doing so…why?

Your footsteps were quiet when against the floor and you held your breath, hiding amongst the dark and following the footsteps in the moonlight that shone brightly. It was a full moon.

You’ve known the castle like it was the back of your hand, 3 years since coming and the footsteps you’ve marked were etched in the back of your mind. And you very quickly realized where Chan was going–to the whomping willow. Your lips shivered to cry out to him, to ask him what he was doing but you clap your hands over your mouth when he starts to violently shake against the wind. He collapses. And the clouds reveal the luminous light in the sky.

Before your eyes, his hair shrinks back into his skull, and his body changes. You both see the same things, yet he feels it with pure disgust and embarrassment when his bones grow and rip underneath his skin.

But your perception is different because when he looks into the reflection of the deepest lake and sees a monster staring back at him, you see Chan. Not just a werewolf, but Chan, your lover. And you know that for sure when your nerves tingle with endearment as you stare at him in awe. He’s quite magnificent, you can note when he turns back to escape into the woods.

The second time you cracked it even more was 2 years later when O.W.L’s took over your brain, alongside Chan. Every single night, since that fateful day, you’ve found yourself stalking over the gardens to watch him on the full moon.

But you don’t dare to tell him that; you want him to feel like he has the right to tell you when he has gotten over his fear. Then so, you’ve trained yourself to go blind-eyed every moment except for that night. You suppose you could be selfish.

Chan is lonely. He carries a deep burden in his heart, and it aches to be released, not on its own but in the hands of another where they can sing a lullaby to soothe the pain. And you knew that it was going to be in front of you, but it left a sense of a hole in your heart when you saw him cry. You still sing to him, though.

“Hey Channie, what’s wrong?” You ask, wiping away the peals that streak down his cheeks. His face is flushed red, and he sniffles miserably. He doesn’t say anything, so you move in a little closer to place your hand over his heart, lips just ghosting over fingers at where it lies.

“I feel like, there’s something wrong with me.”

You look up to look at him, but he’s already staring at you with deep fondness in your eyes, you think that you’re going to tear up too. But you don’t. You question instead. “And why is that pretty boy?”

“Oh, I wish you would stop calling me that” He weakly chuckles. “But…I dunno why. I just–just know that there is something wrong with me. Like definite, for sure. And I hate it. It hurts, I suppose. I think it’s puncturing my brain.”

Chan sobs the last word before you grab his jaw and pull him, so your forehead gently tapped against his. Both pairs of eyes close and you realize how much your love runs deep for him. Again, where he feels nothing is where you’re encased in everything for him. For him.

The 3rd time is now, just after a year. You think. You hope his stone wall will shatter soon to let you in.

When the night is young, and the moon rises, you watch with curious intent as Chan drinks out of a gauntlet and shivers with grimace before the potion's professor with great urgency pushes him towards the hills that envelop around the school.

You follow him and it brings you great Deja vu that wraps around your stomach. Yet this time, rather than just breaking the mere school rules, you’re breaking the law by becoming an unregistered Animagus. Perhaps you’re a dunderhead, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You want to keep him company.

When the willow ceases its chaos, you slip past the hole near the trunk. Howls and whimpers echo but you don’t pay any attention. The shrieking shack is known for its ghostly activities but not for the true trauma that happens within the wooden boards. How Chan is in great pain because he is in love with someone whom he can’t have. Just because of himself and who he truly is; a bloodthirsty creature.

Yet he’s truly Chan when you strut your way into the broken-down living room, It’s truly Chan when he doesn’t attack you, and he growls against the moonlight. And it truly Chan when nudges you with his nose for a sense of doting that he craves.

You give it to him and lie on the floor, where he joins you. Your ear is near his pulse, and you feel it thrum alive against you, beating harder and harder. The thick wall is about to crumble, you reckon.

When it comes time for dawn to rise, Chan is Chan again, so you painfully twist back into who you are. Where the hardwood floor lies, instead is your boy, who scoops you on top of him. His eyes are glistening with tears and his lips quiver. Your fingers begin to tangle themselves into curls, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Neither of you have tried to get up yet.

“How long have you known?”

“Since 3rd year. You’re very handsome has anyone told you that?”

He turns pink but shakes his head no. You kiss him once more.

“Turning into an animagus…why would you do that for me. Go through all the trouble. You don’t have to.” He speaks. He starts to cry now.

As for his question, you decide that you don’t have anything else to offer but the truth. “I love you, Channie.”

He scoffs, “Am I not a monster? I could tear you…you apart if I got too out of control. I’m sick in the head and outside of it, do you not understand? You deserve better.”

You tug at his hair which results in a wince, but you move up closer to his lips, just where they hover above them. His breathing stills and he thinks that you’re a complete stunner in his eyes. You think the same if not more.

“And who is to say that except for myself. You’re not a monster, you’re just Chan who can’t eat spicy food. And I’m (Y/n) who’s been in love with you since the very fucking beginning.”

And then you kiss him hard, expressing unsaid emotions into that kiss, starting to tear up when he reciprocates, his fingers gripping your waist making you feel dizzy. When you two pull apart, Chan chuckles as he wipes away a stray tear.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts me. I love you too.”

You’ve completely broken in.

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[ancientgoddessofegypt]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT. 13 DIVINE FEMININE - ART OF TRANSFORMATION

So I want to get into the signs, houses, and aspects that express a form of transformation that isn't recognized thru them majority of the time. Scorpio placements will be one of the energies I get into, however it isn't the only one that has this gift down pack.

All placements have different forms of healing & transformation. I'm just highlighting the observations I've been getting from each sign listed thus far.

Aries Rising/Virgo Placements - > These two energies have an ability to let go of their environments, circumstances and going deep into the mind to let things happen. What I mean is, both these placements are strictly head first in a lot of what they do and this can be a pretty tricky battle. The way they transform is through the heart, and the body and the mind follows suit after. At some point in their reality, they will have to let the mind go, in order to form the life they wish to live for themselves more openly.

For aries however, this isn't typically their issue. Their issue lies in always moving with their head, and not being strategic like their Virgo pals. Moves made first without thinking doesn't teach them anything and once they learn to allow the mind to form a new way of doing things this is where they challenge themselves and create a new persona.

Scorpio Placements deal with transformation a lot differently. It is an everyday cycle, not something they can shut up. Unlike their friends the virgos and aries, they can shut this down through their minds and can easily suppress things quicker. Scorpios, unfortunately cannot get the same. Because they feel everything. And I mean everything. And internally, they know whats the spiritual reason as to why they are the way they are so their pain/trauma is justified. The art of transformation for these cats is to look into that mirror into the void and explore the rage, warmth, the things that matter and the things that don't and letting it shape them. They have the wounds to impact others with healing methods if they just listen to themselves. The way they transform is through the psyche, the unconscious realms. Their doing shadow work without all the journaling or magic. It just comes to them.

Pisces/Neptune Placements are constantly shapeshifting. Their form of transforming is strictly from the ethereal realm, and it finds its way through physical activity or thru the imagination. Their world is constantly shifting and changing and in most cases you can find it through their clothing style, the way they express themselves and even thru their perspective. All 3 of the things I mention in conjunction all align together when something mentally changes them, since they are ruled by the subconscious/unconscious part of their brain more then their peers.

Moon/Cancer placements have a dark side that at some point of their life they shift into. Most never see this to be a real thing until well... something or someone changes them to that direction. This transformation is almost inevitable. They have to learn the darkside of their emotions or else it'll literally hurt them in the end. They must go down the dark depths of their soul to conquer the hidden array of demons that they kept under their beds so long ago. Skeletons in their closet is an understatement, its not the type that we are normally use to seeing from this group. You wouldn't believe their like that.

On the brighter side, this shows that these people are multidimensional and not just the sweet loving nurturing breed of individuals they normally keep you accustomed to. When they get to this phase, they aren't for the weak. So get use to it when the get their because they'll balance out both personalities for the better.

Libra Placements - Have a mental transformation they embark in throughout their life. Their perspectives change them in a way that forms a fair yet equal link to other humans as they're prone to be more selfish in the beginning. The heart is also where they transform, and it is through love they really can make a difference. Everything is prone to mental physics first, then the heart leads the way. Their not use to showing all their skin, but usually when they do its because something or someone made them bare their heart, for better or for worse. If it gets worse, than they'll start being the ones to play you for your heart. If best, they'll learn to share that love in all ways as their charm lights up even more. For individuals who are normally private, their vulnerabilities is what sheds away the old demons and become aware of their souls embarking on ways compassion could heal them and others around them.

Virgos have to live a little, that's simple. Normally the picture perfect group, they have to focus on the heart and the body and NOT what the mind is telling them. They can't live in those rose colored glasses they made themselves. They gotta let things around them be as it may, and they can join the circus if they like. Being more open to things outside of their comfort zone challenges their old self, while creating a new one. Something shifts inside of their body before that transformation really starts to hit. Their the rulers of the maiden-mother-crone phase. Psychological something changes them during certain points in their life weakening they old self and making new beginnings form with experience. They are connected to the kundalini and the serpent mind. More to come on this seperately.

#astrology thoughts #astrology #astrology theories #tropical astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #astro notes #astro thoughts

[cal-kestis]

HOW TO: Make an Animated Google Search Overlay

A few people have asked how I did the effect in my pinned post and this set. So, in this tutorial, I’ll show you how to do this typing animation and give you a download to a template I made for the overlay! Disclaimer: This tutorial uses Video Timeline and assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop.

PHASE 1: THE BASE GIF

I’m not going to show how I made this gif, but if you need any tips on basic gif-making, I have my full gif tutorial here. Instead, here are some tips for making a gif with this effect:

1.1 – Make your gif 540px width, especially if you’re using my template. My gif is 540x400. 1.2 – Use more frames. If you have a lot of characters in your search bar text, you’ll want to make a longer gif (i.e. one with more frames). The gif I made above was only 50-ish frames, so I doubled them and reversed the duplicates so it would play like a boomerang. That gif is a total of 98 frames 😅 1.3 – Have a “feature color” aka choose one color to make pop and make it the same as the overlay. Also, lots of contrast is especially ideal when you have an overlay set to Difference/Exclusion. (Check out the color tutorials on @usergif​​ if you need help making your colors pop!)

PHASE 2: THE OVERLAY

2.1 – Download my template if you’re doing this layout I made this template myself, so all I ask is that you don’t claim it as your own and that you give me proper credit if you decide to use it! Get the PSD with the transparent background here!

2.2 – Download the font Karla (optional) The font I used for the search bar is Karla, a Google Font. It’s not THE Google Font, but I like the way it looks — which is more important to me than accuracy for this part. Here’s the Google Font link. 2.3 – Import the overlay You can either drag the whole folder onto your gif from tab to tab or right-click the folder, select Duplicate Group, and select your gif as the destination document. Just make sure this overlay group is above your base gif! 2.4 – Set the overlay blending options If you’re using my .psd, all the settings are already in place! If not, to get the metallic color effect, simply set the overlay to Difference:

Then, add a gradient overlay that matches your base gif feature color. Here are my settings:

PHASE 3: THE TYPING ANIMATION

*Anakin Skywalker voice* This is where the tedious stuff fun begins...

 3.1 – Add your full text Create a text layer with the full text you want in the search bar! Here are my text settings: — Font: Karla Bold — Size: 26 pt — Letter Spacing: 25 

3.2 – Create a layer mask This is how we’re going to create the typing effect without typing a new layer each time. You can add a layer mask to your text layer, use the Marquee tool to create a box around all but the first letter of your text, then fill the box with black to erase it. Now, all you can see is the first letter ‘t’

Btw the reason we wouldn’t use keyframes for something like this is because we want each letter to appear in a flash, not with a smooth, sliding reveal like a fade transition. 3.3 – UNLINK THE LAYER MASK This is super important so you can freely move the layer mask with each letter. Just click that chain so it disappears!

3.4 – Trim the text clip SEVERAL times When I say several times... I’m not joking lmao:

Btw, you can click these images to view them at full size and zoom! Now, this part is a little tricky for me to break down into steps, but here are some key tips: TIP A – Trim, Move Layer Mask, Repeat To make it as easy as possible on yourself, the best method is this: — Start with your original text layer (pre-trim) with the layer mask only exposing 1 letter — Move the playhead (red vertical line with the blue arrow) to the spot you want to trim (see Tip B) and click the scissor icon to split the clip — On the copied layer, move the layer mask (white box in the layer panel) to the right to expose another letter. Make sure your layer mask is unlinked (See Step 3.3)! You can see my layer mask moving by the dotted lines in the gif below. — Move the playhead the same amount of spaces as before and trim again: you should now have the original trimmed clip (first letter) and a second trimmed clip (second letter) — Repeat until you’ve done all the letters AND the spaces

TIP B – Make your trimmed clips about 0.03 seconds long. I’ve found this works well for me, especially because I’m working in Video Timeline. It reduces the amount of duplicate frames I get because, for whatever reason, Timeline pauses every 0.03 seconds (at least for me when I click the forward button). In the section above the pink line (image below), you can see I started with my full text clip. Then, under the pink line, you can see how I used the scissor/trim tool to clip them each to a duration of 00:03.

↑ Note: That screenshot is zoomed into the Timeline 100%. The other screenshots are zoomed out which is why the clips look bigger here. TIP C – Your text shouldn’t start at the very beginning. Give yourself some space to let the cursor blink a few times, just like when you pause while typing on a computer. Where you start your typing animation is up to you! In the image below, you can see the first small purple block starts about 1.06 seconds into the gif:

TIP D – Backspace I’m sure you’ve probably figured this out already, but to get the backspace effect I have in my gif, you just move the layer mask to the left to cover the letters you want to “delete.” Then once they appear “deleted,” just edit your next text layer clip with the new word you want to replace it with! (In my gif, I deleted “nik” and replaced it with “@sith-maul.”) Here’s what the gif looks like without the blinking cursor animation:

Now that’s all explained, you basically do a similar thing with the blinking cursor! But no layer masks are involved :)

PHASE 4: THE TEXT CURSOR ANIMATION

4.1 – Create a text layer with just a vertical line like this one → | I’m using the same Karla typeface as before, but thinner. Here are the settings: — Font: Karla ExtraLight — Size: 26 pt

4.2 – Trim, Move, Repeat (Letter Version) This step will be super easy because each cursor clip that follows a letter will be the exact same duration as the letters you’ve already done: 0.03 seconds long. Take a look:

For each letter you reveal, move the text cursor so it’s slightly to the right of the letter, like this:

Do this for all the letters and even the spaces! 4.3 – Trim, Move, Repeat (Blinking Version) This type of text cursor is slightly different because: — These clips are “slower.” The reason is that the Letter Version cursor goes too fast for the Blinking Version. So I doubled the duration of the blinking cursor to 0.06 seconds! — There are spaces between these clips that are the same duration as the clips themselves: 0.06 seconds. — This text cursor starts at the very beginning of the gif and continues after the text is finished “typing,” directly after the last Letter Version cursor. Just add however many blinking cursors you want to the beginning and end of your gif, skipping over the parts where you already did the Letter Version! Here’s how it looks in the Timeline at the beginning of my gif:

Here’s how it looks in the Timeline at the end of my gif (note: it continues directly after the last Letter Version cursor):

Here’s how the blinking cursor would look at the same speed (0.03) as the letter version:

Here’s how the blinking cursor looks at double the duration (0.06):

PHASE 5: EXPORT

That’s it!! Just convert from Timeline back to Frames and export your gif! As always, I recommend checking your frames when you convert from Video Timeline back to Frame Animation — just in case you may have gotten any duplicate frames. Again, if you want to know more about that process, my full gif tutorial is here! And ta-da, here’s the final gif!

And that’s it! I really hope this makes sense because I’m not really sure it does 😅 But if you have any specific questions, my ask box and DMs are open! <3 Also, check out these gorgeous recreations of this effect from @steverobin​​ (Keke Palmer set) and @jakeyp​​ (Jake Peralta set)!

#gif tutorial #completeresources #allresources #userelio #userannalise #usershreyu #useryoshi #useralison #uservalentina #userkosmos #usernums #tuserkay #userk8 #tuserabbie #uservivaldi #userstar #usersole #resource* #gfx* #google* #this tutorial is long overdue oops lol

[rreskk]

Im a huge fan of all your writings, your page is my all time favourite on Tumblr and I jus noticed you’ve taken requests and was wondering if you can write some smut of Trevor x his Therapist or Doctor

I fucking love this idea! Sorry it took long, I've been having a brain-rotting phase about my OC :)

Summary: Your favourite client has become more... Of a "friend."

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Therapist Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1265

AUGUST, 26TH – 1985

You’ll see grieved people hover in and out of your office with a suicidal tendencies, more likely than never. You’d also have people who’ve been through wars, people who have slept with family members, confessed murderers, suicidal drug-addicts, sociopathic teenagers, depressed elderly ladies, wealthy white men, menopausal women, schizophrenics, sexually confused religious men, teenage dirtbags; the list going on and on and on and on. Your folders only stack up with every unstable being paying brain-surgeon bucks to talk about how crappy life is. Some stories you wept alongside them, some you had to give them the cold-shoulder, some you had to refuse service. All in which was based in the memo when you began working within the professionality.

However, there was this one man with mountains of issues and emotional depth, some criminal, some traumatic, some petty; but he interested you greatly. A so-called trainee pilot for the Airforce. Personal record was fresh, great skill in flying, physically active, single, citizen of Canada. However, he was referred after his team had identified slight dangers in his emotional intelligence and anger management. He was once called “a fucking pyscho” by his referral, which had caused some mishap of violence. Nonetheless, the front page had suggested he was aggressive when “provoked”.

The first session was tricky, as predicted from his difficulties on concealing emotional bondage. But as the sessions became a regular occurrence, he slowly loosened up. Only recently had he talked about his childhood. Through painful cries and many times of walking out of the office eruptively, in which he returns hours later to continue, believing you are “the only person who cares” – his words exactly when you question his behaviour.

Unconsciously, you both grew close. After a good few weeks of working along side him, Trevor had named every person in his life; mother, father, brother, past lovers, past friends, etc… He trusted you with this information, and when he spoke freely about them, his eyes would stare into yours with tensity. He self-indulged in the eye-contact. You understood that it was his way of seeing your internal reactions and thoughts. Trevor’s constantly assessing you like you are with him, and whether it was meant to happen, it fell into this hole of deep relation. He relied on you. Extremely clingy. His sessions would extend from an hour to 3 or 4. It had gotten to the point where you with drawled other patience, just so you could invite him in again. Your managers assumed he needed more focus, so they allowed. But was it about focus?

No.

It was something more personal than that. A transference. Therapist and patient romance. Forbidden touches of his hands against your thighs turned into extreme penetration in your office. From the desk to the sofa, from the floor to your bathroom. At some point, he had been everywhere with you. Trying to overcome this situation was flawed, and every-time you tried to give him this professional support, it turned into a lustful beg of his fingers and filthy tongue.

“Fuck – “ You panted when he crawled over you on the sofa-bed, his penis frantically searching for the entrance as he used his tongue to leave trails of his saliva against your jawline. Whereas the moments prior to this, he was talking about the lack of love given from his mother, and he instead admitted that the maternal need had been transferred onto you. Trevor struggled to explain his insane attraction to how “caring” you are, forgetting that it was your profession. But the way you’d reassure and rub his back – it always gave him a reason to go home and relieve that naughty arousal. And every session, he’s excited for this specific reason.

“I tried to book a session last week,” He murmured darkly as his cock injected into your pussy, “The prick downstairs told me you were busy – with what?” His voice crackled a bit at the pleasure of having your warmth surrounding his erection.

Holding onto his shoulders, you breathed out a shaky moan, his name staining the tip of your tongue. The question went ignored until you found the capacity to give him the deserved answer.

“I had training.” You could barely say.

Trevor huffed in jealousy, his hips finding a steady pace as he gripped your hips to line up the act of penetration. Despite the angry frown plastered on his face, you knew he was enjoying himself. The way his tongue curled up between his lips, the concentration dilating his pupils. You had analysed his behaviour from day 1, so it became an easy job to predict his overall mood.

“I’m more important…” He breathed softly and ushered you to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I know…”

“I fucking love how loose you are,” Trevor desperately kissed your quivering lips before breaking away to increase the speed and groaning your name. “Oh… Oh, fuck. Yes. Mmm…”

The clock was ticking and when he was occupying your cunt, eyes began to fall upon the ticks and the toks. You’ve mentioned before this that a patient was planned to arrive within the next hour, so the nerves were beginning to boil your blood. The last thing you’d want is to be caught; especially with one of your most dangerous clients who’s supposed to have “professional” support. 

“Look at me.” He soon begged when noticing your lack of attention. His hands fell onto your breasts and gave them a loving squeeze, continuing the thrusting.

“I ought to…” It was hard to be vocal, so you tried a little harder, “I ought to prepare for the next – “

Trevor whimpered angrily and fucked you harder than before. His hands gripped onto your breasts, teeth grinding. He repetitively shook his head and silenced you from saying anything more.

“No, no, no!” He pled. His temper starting to spark.

You grasped his wrists, moaning out of pure bliss. This encouraged him to thrust a little faster, his shaggy mullet falling into different directions and flows. For a young pilot, he was especially rugged and quite ill-looking, but it made this more exciting. You were fucking an ill client… That was such an exciting experience, but why? The psychology was hard to work out, even for you. So his witchery could be blameful, the way his mouth casted spells on you.

“Please – “ You moaned and closed your eyes.

“Look at me!” Trevor whined again, his hands cradling your face as you both came close. He winced. The sluggish rock of his hips slapped against yours for the last time before he pulled out, cock ejaculating white fluids upon your stomach. “Oooohhh… Fuck!” Your patient ecstatically exaggerated.

You too had came. To refrain noise, it became a squeal of pure lust. When his warm semen painted your stomach, your fingers instantly rummaged through your clit, feeling how much cum he made you squirt. And with a moan, you felt him take charge of the inspection and licked up the white strands with his tongue. Trevor brushed your pussy and slurped up your taste with a puppy glimpse in his eyes. He looked at you when licking, begging to be praised.

“Fuck… Yes – “ Then the door knocked.

With quick motion, you threw on your shirt and zipped up your skirt as he groaned. Trevor wiped his mouth and gave your cheek a last kiss before throwing on a shirt and walking out. You noticed on the way out, he had gave your next client the meanest look to man-kind.

And the next week; that client had never returned.

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips/you #trevor philips headcanons #trevorphilips #my fanfic #my fanfic writing #my fanfiction #grandtheftauto5 #grandtheftauto #requests #thank you!

[class1akids]

Did bakugou get a spotlight in the public? I also don’t think he got everything he wanted as his victory wasn’t perfect and AFO is still around so it’s not really a victory since he defeated the old worn down body

He definitely did get a spotlight. Compare the "public watching" Shoto vs Bakugou vs Deku:

Shoto: the only people who care are the remedial kids, Can't-ya-see kun, the control room and some random lady on the Philippines

Bakugou:

Whole world watching, people cheering, tearful reactions

Deku:

A whole room watches him struggle silently, nobody having faith in him

I feel like there is clearly a framing that puts Bakugou in the spotlight in a way it doesn't with the other two.

As for getting everything he wanted:

He got a huge power-boost, making his No 1 dreams within reach

He got praise, recognition from All Might and got to save him - it was literally his dying wish

His resurrection was not tainted by Edgeshot's death

Yes, maybe his victory is not "perfect" because Deku will have to win too for AFO to fully disappear, but (1) that's not really Bakugou's fight, but rather Deku's/everyone's, Bakugou did his part and more and (2) compared to Deku, Ochako and Shoto, he definitely got a way more straightforward win.

It does make me wonder what his role will be in Phase 3 of the fight - it's a tricky balance.

#c1a asks

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi all! I've decided that since it'll likely be at least a couple of months before I can get the next update out, that'd I'd do short weekly progress reports to let you know how things are going!

These reports will be pretty informal. I don't like to do word count, since it can get tricky with all the different paths, some of which are just variants of another. So instead, I decided to do estimated percentages of how much is done. You'll see what I mean below.

Next Update (Chapter 3):

Intro Scene (if not on music fest route): 100%

Music Fest Routes (Solo, V, and Amara): 85%

Club Pyre Path: 5% (mostly just in outline phase, some written)

August Part 2 Electric Boogaloo: 0% (not started)

Avoid Death (Eventually?): 0% (not started)

Work Time! (End of Chapter): 0% (short outline, not started)

As you can see, there's still quite a lot left to do. I blame the music festival for that entirely, it's become somewhat of a beast in my drafts. Why did I think adding so many paths was a good idea?? Oh well, I'm committed now lol.

And as for those of you not on the music fest path, you'll actually get the option to go too! Just for fun the day before you're meant to scope out the club, and with not nearly as much content as the main fest path. Still worth checking out tho!

That about sums it up! But, of course, if you have any questions, feel free to drop an ask! Thank you!

#redo; rewind if #if game #interactive fiction #progress report

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my least favorite parts of how JRO wrote Optimus is that he wanted so badly to continue his dark and gritty world building making the Autobots problematic, but evidently couldn't reconcile this with Optimus being a Heroic Paragon, so instead he leaned way too hard into "oh Prowl was the one who did this and it was behind Optimus' back" which if anything I think makes Optimus look worse, not better. Because then it's like, okay I know Optimus trusted Prowl a lot as his friend but you CANNOT TELL ME that over the course of 4 million years, Optimus as the leader of the Autobot army who literally would have access to 99.9% of all the records they produce, would never notice or question where some of these odd/inconsistent details were pointing. It just seems really inconsistent with how a real military would actually function, especially regarding Optimus' character, who is incredibly thorough and responsible and wouldn't neglect to keep up with all the details of his army.

Hell, Optimus knows who the Wreckers are and had them on call for tricky operations when he needed them (Stormbringer) so he's literally not at all ignorant of/averse to the use of special wartime units composed of dubious individuals. He's the fucking commander of an entire army, of course he knows that War Is Hell (TM) and no one's hands are clean. That's not even getting into all the stuff he got up to in phase 2/3, I mean everything from the annexation of Earth to OP breaking humans out of prison against Council orders shows that Optimus is no stranger to immoral and/or unlawful means.

It also leads to a lot of annoying fanon where people write Optimus (sometimes unintentionally, sometimes not) as like some sort of ignorant fool who's unaware of the machinations of his own army or has some sort of naiveté of "b-but we can't use bad tactics against the enemy! I would never condone the use of morally gray means in war!" No, IDW Optimus knows perfectly well all of the bullshit he's enacted/condoned for the sake of trying to win the war. Some stuff is definitely out of character for him and was only machinated because of Prowl, but I think this fandom REALLY underestimates Optimus' personal agency/responsibility as the commander of a whole ass army and ESPECIALLY underestimates Optimus' capacity to condone morally gray Bullshit Of War while still being a good person individually as well as, comparatively, the lesser evil compared to Megatron/the Decepticons.

Anyways what I'm saying is JRO may be a good writer but he's really hesitant to make Optimus morally gray and does some asspulls sometimes to justify most of the bad things the Autobots did as "Optimus just didn't know," and since the majority of the IDW1 fandom only reads JRO's stuff they go running with this premise of ignorant/uninformed Optimus when there's evidence elsewhere in canon to show that Optimus is, in fact, very highly aware of the bullshit he's allowed "for the greater good" and the only stuff he was "unaware of" was the stuff he would literally never agree to the ethics of, like bombing innocent neutrals disguised as Decepticons to get them to join the Autobots.

#squiggposting #idw op love #i feel like part of the issue is that for a franchise whose entire premise is war #i feel like a lot of this fanbase. hasnt actually read a lot about war (fictional or nonfictional) #bc a lot of ppl here really seem to struggle with reconciling OP as a good person and OP #as a war leader who had bad things happen under his rule #and bc they dont know much about war in fiction or IRL they treat this as like. one extreme or the other? #when like if ur someone whos read a lot of war literature it's very easy to comprehend both of these as being true #like idk i think the 'OP was ignorant' defense isnt even how being a commander works #but it's also a cop out to make OP less interesting/morally gray than he could be #like idk how to explain that war is an inherently corrupt/immoral institution where in pretty much all of history #the act of waging war in itself is a moral compromise. war is literally about killing more of the other side than they do you #you are treating human life (and society and gov and the environment) as tools for victory #no matter how righteous your cause is or if you follow rules of engagement you literally are going to do bad things #so like this idea the fanbase seems to have where they like. want OP to be sheltered/ignorant of these realities #is SO not how reality works and wouldnt ever be in character for like 99% of optimi #i'm still trying to pull together my thoughts on this sorry the tags are so incoherent

[akatsuki-shin]

So I found this around, can I ask for Gojo/ Geto?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

Wow some of these questions are real tricky 😂 Because in my head, they actually often think of the same thing, but Gojo may express his thoughts in words or action, but Geto may keep it to himself or express it in such a subtle way that other people don't notice.

But I'll do my best. Let's see...

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Gojo :3 But sometimes Geto will give him forehead kissies to when he wants to spoil him

Gets jealous the most: Geto, but since Gojo's jealousy is much more visible to other people, they often think it's Gojo because Geto is so quiet about it that people don't know he feels jealous until it becomes too much for him to hide

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Geto because Gojo is canonically a lightweight (I think he will avoid drinking as much as he can because he is aware of this, but maybe in a slice of life universe, there will be some occasions where he can't avoid drinking)

Takes care of on sick days: Gojo strikes me as someone who doesn't get sick often so he may be the one taking care of Geto (though when it's Geto's turn to take care of him, he does it better than any mom or auntie Gojo has ever known lol)

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: That menace named Gojo Satoru will definitely drag Geto into the water before they end up in a water splashing war

Gives unprompted massages: Gojo because I believe his love language comes more from actions that you can immediately see and notice rather than the subtle ones

Drives/rides shotgun: Young Master Gojo Satoru must have a lot of cars at home so he drives and Geto has the exclusive privilege of sitting next to him

Brings the other lunch at work: MOMMY GETO WILL DEFINITELY MAKE AND BRING SATORU HIS LUNCH OKAY

Has the better parental relationship: This one is pretty hard to answer because we know next to nothing about Geto's parents in canon :')) But considering how he could kill them without batting an eye simply for being non-sorcerers, I think Gojo probably has better relationship with his parents because he doesn't seem to have huge family issues (even though I'm sure being the strongest has been a burden for him since a young age)

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Kinky is Gojo Satoru's middle name so yeah, him

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Gojo lmao

Still cries watching Titanic: Geto because I think emotional scenes will affect him more than Gojo

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Gojo is the one who excitedly suggests the idea; Geto displays a disinterested face but he secretly likes it

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: I...don't really understand this question, sorry, but if it's about who gives expensive gifts, I'm pretty sure it will be Gojo and his unlimited money works

Makes the other eat breakfast: Geto will go out of his way handfeeding Gojo if he needs to and Gojo's temper tantrum won't phase him

Remembers anniversaries: Geto of course <3

Brings up having kids: Geto thinks of it first but doesn't say it until one day, Gojo suddenly brings up the topic, surprising him

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #呪術廻戦 #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #五夏 #GoGe

[gudvina]

How about a fic where Hayffie gets into a really big fight, one of the worst they’ve had and refuse to speak to each other, so they use Katniss and Peeta to communicate

What winter brings.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, happy ending!!!!

you can also read this on AO3! <3

Fall was slowly fading into winter and District Twelve, still in the rebuilding phase, was showing its signs. It wasn’t yet time for snow, but it would be soon. The windows looked frosted, and the land was slowly baring itself of anything that wasn’t weeds. As Peeta tried to dust a cabinet, he thought Haymitch’s house was also going through its kind of winter.

It had been almost a month since Effie had left. She’d been living in Twelve for a year and a half before then and had brought new life to a house whose only decorations were bottles of booze and old furniture. Everything seemed to be going well. That is, until the fight.

Fights weren’t unusual for the two, quite the opposite. They bickered and disagreed over just about anything, sometimes doing it on purpose to irritate the other. It was a dance, one he suspected they’d danced for a long time.

It was a surprise when, one fateful morning, they woke up to find Effie had left. Haymitch didn’t explain much, just that they had a fight and Effie had left for good.

“Don’t wait for her, she’s back where she belongs” he’d said drunkenly, his voice laced with anger.

When Effie called to check on them and give them her new number, she hadn’t said much either, preferring to stray away from the subject. Her voice had reverted to that cheerful artificial tone that she used when she wasn’t alright, but Peeta couldn’t do much from Twelve.

The nature of the big fight wasn’t the only mystery, because Effie wasn’t in the Capitol, unlike Haymitch seemed to think, and she didn’t seem inclined to tell them her whereabouts.

And maybe it was a good idea, given how badly Haymitch had taken her departure. The tough guy act could only do so long when he relapsed into the worst aspects of his alcoholism, and often Peeta and Katniss had to pretend not to see him cry himself to sleep on the couch; he refused the bed, he said he smelled of Capitol.

She called twice a week, sometimes thrice, to check on them. Haymitch had often asked if he could talk to her, but the one time Peeta had suggested it she had refused, so the man had to do with listening to her on voiceover.

That’s when he should have known it was a bad idea.

It started with an innocent inquiry from her about his health, or a few questions Haymitch tasked him and Katniss with to know where she was. It seemed sweet at first, amusing even, but when Haymitch asked them to call her or went to their house at the hour she called the situation became their problem too.

Not that they minded the invasion, after all, it only happened in a selected timeframe and lasted as long as the calls did. No, the issue was having to play messengers for two grown adults with a serious lack of communication skills. It was a tricky situation that didn’t seem to find a solution.

Peeta was just about to get started with the chairs when he heard the door open. Katniss had left that morning for the woods, taking advantage of the last days she could forage and hunt without a heavy coat of snow and ice tempering with her activity.

He stood up and walked to the main hall, but his happiness was a little squashed by the sight of Haymitch with her. He looked at Katniss who was holding a few carcasses, and saw her roll her eyes.

“Oh, hi Haymitch?”

“Hello, boy, I… y’know, I fixed that leaking faucet and repainted that old wardrobe so…”

“He wanted us to call Effie, so we’d tell her” Katniss cut him off, taking off her gloves and walking towards the phone stand. She dialled the number, putting the phone on speaker and waiting for her to answer.

“Why don’t you try and call her to tell her yourself?” Peeta asked, even though he was aware of what the answer would be.

“I don’t have her number”.

Good ole excuse.

Despite the unusual time, Effie answered almost right away. Her sweet voice rang on the phone as she greeted Katniss, and Haymitch, beckoned by the sound, quickly sat as close to the stand as he could.

“Hi Effie, I’m sorry for the early hour but I’ve just come back from hunting, and Peeta is busy cleaning, so I thought I’d give you a call!”.

“Oh, dear, don’t worry, I so miss talking to you! How’s everything going? Did they manage to restore the shop?”

“No, they’re still stuck to the foundations”.

“Oh, I so hope they get to rebuild it, I remember it was one of the few shops that truly stood out before the war”. As Effie spoke, Haymitch made a hand movement to Katniss, which made her roll her eyes even more than before. He still wanted to know where she was, and he clung to any hint he could gather from the calls.

“How’s it going where you are?” Katniss asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

“Oh, it’s awfully rainy in here, but it’s good, otherwise”.

Not much.

“Do you have to walk a lot?”

“Oh, yes, it’s customary to walk, even though it’s quite a big place. People don’t seem to travel as much”.

“Hm… well, I hope it won’t rain, then. Here it’s quite cold, and if it’s like that there as well getting caught under the rain is no fun”.

That got Effie into a rant about raincoats, and how they don’t do much when the place is already humid.; her bones felt the effects and her hair was always frizzy. She talked and talked but, apart from these tiny details about the climate, she did not indicate where she was staying in the slightest. She was good. Years of being an escort must have taught her well how to be vague.

The conversation soon turned to other questions about the District, but Haymitch was itching for Katniss to tell her about the leaking faucet and the wardrobe. It made him smile to see him wait patiently, and in silence, for Katniss to slip that in.

“Imagine, even Haymitch is preparing for winter. He fixed the leaking faucet and repainted that ugly wardrobe”.

“Good for him, dear. I am glad he has finally done it, I had to beg him! Maybe I was the problem” Effie answered, barely able to contain the hurt in her high-pitched voice, and he saw Haymitch’s shoulders slump. Whatever that fight had been about, it clearly was his fault. After a moment she began speaking again.

“Please, could you please remind him to check the study’s windows? I fear this winter might be colder and they are not insulated enough”.

“I will, though you could remind him yourself”.

It was a cruel suggestion, and Peeta glared at Katniss. Despite Haymitch’s clear guilt, she wasn’t convinced it was entirely his fault. She accused him often of taking part in a conflict that had nothing to do with them, but since she vouched for Haymitch he didn’t see why he couldn’t do the same with Effie.

“I would, but since he didn’t listen the other times, I don’t know why this time it’d be different” the escort act was dropped, but it returned just as it had vanished “Darling girl, I am so sorry, but I need to be somewhere now. I miss you all, please give Peeta a big hug for me. Don’t forget to pester Haymitch about those windows, please”.

“I won’t, have fun Effie”.

“Thank you, you too! Bye-bye!”

The call ended, leaving only silence in their living room. Haymitch had perked up when she repeated his name, but it would be a lie if the call didn’t leave a bitter taste in everyone’s mouth. This is why he was the one leading the conversations, Peeta thought.

“She said it’s humid, that it’s a big place” Katniss offered “It could be District 7”.

“You think Johanna took her in?” Haymitch sighed, knowing that if that was the case it was already a lost cause. Unless Effie willingly came back on her own, Johanna would never let him close. Not even with the best intentions.

“Could be” Katniss shrugged and then looked at him as if to ask what he thought.

“Good luck with getting Effie back, if she got her. Especially if she listened to this sham of a call”. He hated having to reproach them, but it wasn’t a lie.

“I will go and fix the windows” Haymitch got up with a sigh and left, clearly dejected. It wasn’t easy to see him like that. He could see he missed her, that her departure had left a big hole in his life. While they’d never admitted the nature of their relationship, Peeta knew better than that. He’d always known there was more than the eye met.

Katniss sighed, sitting on the armchair in front of him.

“Please, spare me, I didn’t mean to hurt her”. She was defensive, aware of the mistake she’d made, and Peeta sighed. It was true, he knew it wasn’t her intention, but that didn’t change things.

“I know you didn’t, but still… we have to understand what happened, ending the conversation like this is not going to help”.

“You also told him to call her”.

“Yes, but I don’t think he’s the one who needs coddling right now”. Silence fell again between them until Katniss spoke again.

“Let’s try and call Johanna”.

“Even if Effie’s with her she’s just going to deny it, Katniss”.

“There must be something we can do…” Effie’s departure had also taken a toll on them. While Katniss always put a front of irritation at her constant fussing, she was missing her as much as he was. District Twelve wasn’t very joyous these days, but she’d managed to make everything better. Her absence was felt.

“We’ll think of something” he whispered, deep in thought.

***

Haymitch’s situation wasn’t getting any better. When Effie was there, he’d reduced his alcohol intake without even noticing. Now, not even the finest liquor could drown the sorrow he felt at her loss. When he got really drunk they’d find him at the old hovercraft station, or they’d catch him staring at the bedroom he had abandoned since she’d left.

It was time to do something about it. Katniss couldn’t call Johanna without risking a serious fight, and Peeta had no intention of having to mediate two conflicts at once, so the task befell on him. He called, waiting for an answer.

“Who’s this?”

“Hi, Johanna, it’s Peeta”.

“Well, well, I was wondering when you were gonna call. It’s taken y’all an eternity”.

“So she’s there with you?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

“Of course she is, where the fuck do you think she’d go? To Annie’s? She doesn’t want to burden anyone, least of all a single mother who has enough on her plate already”.

He nodded in understanding. Only he understood, or at least had an idea, of the relationship that bound Effie with Johanna. It was a relationship born during their imprisonment, but it had also grown past that, finding a place in the free world they lived in now.

“Haymitch thought initially she was in the Capitol, with her family”.

“What family?! Effie has no family but us” Johanna snapped.

“He knows, but he was angr-“.

“That bastard was angry? Really? Of course, he was, angry Effie wasn’t stupid enough to be his kept woman all his life! Did he even tell you what happened?” he could hear Johanna getting worked up. It wouldn’t take much for her to spit it out.

“No, that was exactly why I called”.

“One day she woke up from her fairytale bullshit and asked him what they were, because y’know, they were living together and shit, but he just didn’t answer. She’s not stupid, so she pressed him a little about it. Turns out he answered that they were what they were, and then added that they should have never been anything in the first place. Come on, try to justify him!”.

“What?”.

“When Effie showed up at my door she was in tears, and she’s been inconsolable ever since. I’m so fucking tired of listening to her sobbing for an ugly old man, imagine having to explain to a one-night-stand why a woman who’s not your mother but acts like your mother cries all night in that weird Capitol way. I’ll tell you, it’s not fun”.

And he could imagine it. The whole situation was a mess, and now he realized why Effie didn’t tell them anything. She didn’t want him to have to feel obligated in front of them to do right by her, so her decision to leave appeared to be the best choice. If she just removed herself from the equation she wouldn’t be a problem. Wouldn’t be a burden.

“He’s been miserable since she left, Johanna”.

“Yes, because he can’t get laid anymore”.

“No, Jo, he truly isn’t alright without her. I think this is more of a case of him being a terrible communicator. I wouldn’t tell you he loves her if I didn’t think it, but I do, because I can see it. He needs her, and you can’t tell me she’s alright without him”. He heard only silence on the other line, and for a moment he feared she had hung up, but then she spoke.

“I trust you when it comes to her, certainly more than I do Katniss. What is your plan?”

“Well… we could get them on the phone without them knowing it’s each other calling”.

“I’m not having her call him, Peeta. He doesn’t deserve it”.

“No, no, I will call and then tell him it’s Plutarch, you will just need to answer and tell her it’s me. If it doesn’t work…”

“It’s gonna need to work, or else I swear to go I’ll come to gut him myself”.

He chuckled at her words, but a part of him feared she wasn’t joking too much. He truly hoped it would work.

***

Another brush stroke, and finally Johanna’s wooden doll would be over. She’d carved it herself, and Effie knew it was more for her sake than her own, but it was a good pastime and it stopped her from crying all day. She’d already coloured a dog, a star and a fish. Johanna made fun of the amount of glitter she used, but when she was done with them even she had to recognize they were pretty.

It was a nice evening in Seven. The Victor’s Village was often fogged, covered by an expanse of trees, but that day it seemed a little sunny and the cold didn’t bite too hard yet. She took advantage of the slightly warmer weather to open the window, and air out the room she’d been occupying.

She was incredibly grateful for her help, but it didn’t make the situation any less humiliating. She was a grown woman, staying in a 23 years old’s house, after being rejected by the man she loved. She’d honestly thought this time things would be different, that maybe they’d finally become something. It was a mistake. She was stupid, and she couldn’t bear imposing on him any longer.

“Effie, come down, Peeta is on the phone” Johanna’s yelling interrupted her thoughts, and she was glad. It was incredibly rude to yell from one room to the other, but she’d lost hope with the girl, so she just walked downstairs towards the phone.

“Come on, it’s not like he has the whole day, don’t be your usual Capitol bitch self” Johanna playfully shoved the phone in her hands and fled the room before she could reprimand her. She rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

“Hello Peeta, dear. How are you?”

“It’s me”.

That voice. She would have recognized it anywhere. It tugged at her very heart and pulled pieces of her away, leaving her bleeding.

“I fixed the windows, you were right. They weren’t insulated”.

“Good for you�� she answered, her eyes prickling with tears. She felt like a child, pouting on the phone.

“No, I mean… Fuck, Effie, I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”.

“Oh, you know. You know and I… I want to talk, sweetheart”.

His voice was raw, and she could sense he’d been forced to not drink for that call. How was he spending his days?

“Haven’t you said enough?”

“No, I’ve only said stupid things, princess. Let my pride take over, not thinking about the consequences, and I’ve pushed you away. I… Life without you is fucking bleak, Effie. Not even the booze helps”.

Hot tears streamed down her face, and she fought the urge to just give in to his pleas. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, make sure he was alright, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being to him nothing more than a woman he shared a bed with. Before the war it was alright, she wouldn’t dare to hope, but now it was over. She wasn’t asking to marry, she just wanted their relationship to be acknowledged. His words cut her deeply.

“I am sorry, you will get used to it”.

“No, don’t say that. Listen, I understand if you’re over with me. I wanted to ask you a chance, but if you’re done I get it. Lord knows why you’ve kept by my side after everything I did to you. I just… you deserve a good life, Effie. I’m sorry. I will leave you alone, I promise, but… can you listen to me a little? I will not get used to it. I will regret every day of my life not giving you what you need. Not telling you what I truly feel for you, not showing you like any other man would if he had a chance with you. I will miss you until I’m no longer here, and it will fucking break me” his voice was strained, and she sensed he was trying not to cry “Just… I hope you get what you want. I hope you get the husband you deserve, a man who can make you happy. I hope you get the children, the dog, the house with the garden and everything I can’t give to you. I never deserved you, Effie. I never will”.

She didn’t know what to answer, her heart was now completely broken so she just hung up, bursting into tears. Is that what he truly thought? That she wanted a house with a garden, children, and a dog? That she wanted anything other than him?

Johanna burst into the room.

“What the fuck happened? Peeta said he was going to tell you everything!”

“He thinks I want a husband, that I want children… but I already have you all, why would I need that? I don’t want any of that, I never wanted any of that. I just wanted him”. The last part was said weakly, between sobs, and she felt her body shake due to how much she was crying.

Johanna looked at her like she was crazy, but then exploded in a hearty laugh. It wasn’t very nice, but it stopped her tears a little.

“God, woman, you dream this big!” she pinched her thumb and index close, leaving a small space between them.

“Hey!”

“Listen, I don’t know what he told you, but Peeta said he truly cares and has spent the last month talking to you through him and Katniss, hoping that fixing his house will get you back home. As much as I’d like to keep you here to scare all the people I fuck, I can see you’re miserable and even Annie has been pestering me about trying to convince you to go back”.

“Oh, no, this should have never gotten to Annie”.

“She’s quite worried. Now, if this gets to Enobaria she might just end up with her fangs on Haymitch’s neck, and I really don’t want to think you’d want anyone to die of alcohol poisoning. You have two options; you can either stay here and be miserable forever painting pieces of wood I’m getting tired of carving, or you will go back and finally get back that old man you like so much. It’s your choice, I don’t care either way”.

Effie knew what she meant, with the last part. Johanna would have never kicked her out and was not opposed to having her there. If her mood had improved being there, she would have even objected to her leaving, but the truth was that, without him, she also wasn’t alright.

She didn’t sleep well without his warmth, his arms around her and his beard tickling her neck. She missed bickering with him, telling him to shave, pretending to be shocked by how inappropriate he was sometimes. But most of all she missed him. Him and everything that made him who he was.

“Will you help me pack?” she batted her eyelashes at her, even though she knew she looked like a mess. Her cheeks were still wet and her eyes were probably puffed due to the incessant crying.

“Nah, I don’t even want to touch that glitter shit you put on my work”.

“It’s very pretty, come on!”.

“Whatever, I’m still not helping” she laughed and Effie felt her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

***

It was night, and Haymitch sat in his armchair nursing a drink. The house was silent like it had been for a month now, and he thought that maybe it served him right. It was only normal, everything was going too well, he just had to fuck it up, didn’t he?

Losing Effie hadn’t been in his plans, especially after the war. After everything they went through, they finally had a chance at the real thing, and it was great. Being able to wake up with her not just once a year but every day, was amazing.

But then she had asked him what they were, and for some reason, it threw him off. He knew he wasn’t the ideal option for her, not even close to a good one. And the pressure of having to define something so precious to him, coupled with the feeling of his inadequacy, caused him to revert to his defensive ways.

When he saw the flash of hurt in her face, he knew he’d just messed up. She went to sleep in the guestroom, taking a bit of her clothes with her. He’d imagined she would move there for a while, and then he’d have time to explain himself, make it better. The next morning, he woke up and knocked on her door, hoping to find her awake. He didn’t find her at all. She’d left.

After his Games, the loss of everything he’d cared about, the losses of the Quarter Quell and the war, he didn’t think anything could ever hurt him as much again. He hadn’t considered losing Effie. After her rescue, he’d promised himself he’d never let her out of his sight again, but she’d taken the choice away from him and just left. Fled in the middle of the night.

And she was right. He’d handled her natural questions horribly and had even told her they should have never even started their relationship. Which wasn’t false, per se. If he hadn’t been for him she would have gotten married to a Capitol man, maybe would have felt the joy of becoming a mother, and maybe now she’d be happy.

He’d lost her, and now there was nothing else that could be done.

He raised his arm to get a sip of his drink, but the sound of the bell rang through the house. He’d told the kids he didn’t want to be bothered, that he needed to be alone, but maybe they were too worried. It didn’t matter, it was irritating anyway.

He got up and walked up to the room. Whoever was behind it kept ringing the bell, and he rolled his eyes. Who the hell was it?

“I get it, I get it, who is-“ he’d opened the door just a little, and his jaw dropped when he saw who it was. Her eyes were teary, her hair was covered by a green scarf and she was wearing a brown trench coat that looked heavy on her shoulder. District Seven’s specialty.

“Effie?” his voice almost broke.

“Am I still welcome?”

Tearing up he just held her close, not caring about the cold or the fact that the first flakes of snow were already falling from the starless sky. She held him just as tightly, burying her face on his shoulder. It was such a simple embrace, but he thanked whatever entity had sent her back to him.

“I am so sorry” he let out, his breath ragged by the emotions he was withholding.

“No, I am. I reacted without thinking, only focusing on my feelings”. Her voice, her smell… she was perfect.

“You had every right to, you deserve so much better than some-“

“Don’t. I don’t want better, I don’t want anything… I want you. I don’t need children, we already have our children, and as for the house with the garden; I love it here, I love the stupid geese that follow you around. But I’d love anywhere, as long as it’s with you”.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve it, but his chest was exploding, joy spread through him, and he kissed her senselessly, holding her closer. What did he do to deserve her? He would never know.

“I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me, sweetheart. I… I love you, just… give me a chance. Please?” Her lips were on his again, a chaste, sweet kiss.

“Let’s get inside, my love. I need to see the wardrobe for myself” she flashed him a grin.

“I painted only the outside” he mumbled under his breath, smirking.

“Oh, no you did not! I told you to paint the inside” she said, her voice finally filling the hallway. He closed the door behind him and held her close from behind.

“Well, I forgot!”

“Haymitch!”

He laughed and claimed her lips again, loosening her scarf to free her hair. He thought that if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

***

Peeta woke up the next morning, finding Katniss clinging to him. He kissed her forehead and extricated himself from her embrace to get up and look out the window. He found that it had snowed, and he was surprised to find his house still warm.

Some movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, so he looked towards Haymitch’s house. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he smiled when he saw Effie and Haymitch sit on their porch, sharing a cup of warm tea. They spoke and laughed together as if their fight had ever happened, cuddled close to each other.

Winter had finally begun.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #thg series #<3 #hope you like this one!

[convex-solos]

hi. time to talk about some of my general takes on convex, the vex and vex magic because i need to share my ramblings with the world (beware this might be. kinda long.)

The Vex

i guess i should start with the vex? yes. so basically vexes are a hivemind: sometimes i just refer to them as The Vex because they are a single entity to me. vexes are hedonistic, they are greedy and vicious creatures who only seek satisfaction for their own needs.

they’re bloodthirsty, sadistic, power-hungry and they thrive in chaos. vexes need an evoker, or at least someone to leach onto, to be bid to the physical world. they can possess people and only have complete loyalty to themselves and their evoker, no one else.

they are driven by their desires and are very volatile, moody and can be quite frivolous sometimes. dealing with them is tricky, they’re easy to anger.

ConVex

scar and cub have precise motivations for making a deal with the vex and become the convex.

cub is kind of like marlow’s dr. faustus, who in order to have access to all existing knowledge he makes a deal with the devil. yeah that’s cub. he’s a magician in the renaissance sense of the word, he sees the world as something ruled by laws that he can understand AND bend to his will.

as of scar, he joins first and foremost because of cub, he’d follow him to the end of the world (and vice versa). but that’s not the only reason, because the vex promises scar that his life, already very precarious, will be sustained by vex magic and as long as he’s bound to them he will not die. he accepts of course but there’s a catch: scar’s life is entirely in the vex’s hands (why else would he be so loyal to them?). the vex have control over cub’s life as well, but that bond is a lot less constricting than scar’s.

they also both have a penchant for violence and pranks. so it all works in their favor (if you don’t count the dubiously consensual possession in S5). in exchange for their bodies (literally) and their unquestioned loyalty they will have unlimited access to vex magic and become vexes themselves. so yeah they accept.

i also have this idea in my head that turning into a vex hurt A LOT because their dna (code??) was completely rewritten. so it’s gory and not pretty. they also ate each other’s hearts at some point because of freaky cult-ish vex rituals i guess.

scar and cub are soulbound after becoming vexes. since they were originally humans they now both have a physical and incorporeal form and they bound each other to the physical plane.

the vex took scar’s right eye and cub’s left one and replaced those with Their eyes to stake a claim on them and to bind them to the hivemind forever. yeah it’s a cult i cannot stress this enough. once a vex, always a vex.

it takes a while for them to get used to being possessed (they never remember much) but it’s evident that after S6 they become fully in control of their powers and magic (the masks aren’t necessary for magic anymore). i like to believe that it’s because they have proven their loyalty so now they can be more independent from the hivemind, but the line between the vex’s will and their own becomes progressively blurrier.

Vex Magic

ohhh vex magic is fun to talk about. so.

cub stated that vex magic it’s inherently powerful, as it’s stronger the more you believe in it. it’s pure, raw energy that only chosen ones can control and manipulate to their will (e.g. convex).

scar and cub’s wings are illusions (unless they need to fly obviously) but if you try to touch them you will quite literally get electrocuted. they can phase through walls and can turn into actual vexes (tiny little guys <3). they have cold blood, which is blue, fangs, claws and their skin has a kind of ashy undertone.

scar is more magically inclined than cub, but the latter makes it up in physical prowess and fighting skills, they perfectly balance each other in battle.

vex magic is addicting, it tastes sweet and scar and cub are naturally attracted to it. all shiny objects, especially diamonds and crystals, have a very similar taste to it so that’s why scar is so fond of eating them (cub eats them too but he does it when he thinks no one is looking). the same goes for cake of course.

vex magic also works like poison: they can influence their “preys” with it and basically paralyze and then kill them. it’s overall a very versatile magic that can be used for anything and everything if they try hard enough.

so yeahhh these are some of my major headcanons/views on my favorite little guys, feel free to ask about them though i’d love to talk about this more :)

#convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #hermitcraft #tw cannibalism #why are you as a man following another man into a cult ???????

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Following the back-and-forth on the "reads the encyclopaedia for fun/listens to songs on repeat types of neurodivergents", I thought it might be reasonable to share my opinions.

Part 1

Here is a link to a very good explanation of the DSM5 diagnostic criteria for autism. (I am using autism as an example of neurodivergence. It is not the only type of neurodivergence.)

Criterion B-3: "Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus".

I would argue that reading the encyclopaedia for fun as a child is atypical. I don't think it's a particularly common behaviour. It's not entirely unheard of in neurotypical children, but I think more-than-usual interest in non-fiction at a young age does fit well with this criterion.

Likewise, listening to the same song on repeat for a while can be seen in neurotypical children. Kids have phases of these things. But, if that type of repetitive behaviour persists, it is one of the signs that doctors use (as well as lots of other things!) to diagnose autism.

Which leads me on to...

Part 2

The original post said something like: "Were you a 'reads the encyclopaedia for fun' neurodivergent kid or a 'listens to the same song on repeat until you die' neurodivergent kid?"

To me, that reads as if OOP is addressing an audience that they expect to be neurodivergent adults. Those are the people they are trying to reach with the post. By definition, those people were once neurodivergent kids.

If someone expressed these behaviours as a child, then grew up to discover they are neurodivergent, I don't think it's unreasonable to suggest the two things might be connected (for those individuals).

The behaviours described here for comedy don't have to be exclusive to neurodivergent people. They also don't have to be shared by all neurodivergent people. I think a good faith reading of the post would recognise that OOP isn't saying either of those things. Instead, I would hazard a guess that they are trying to feel a sense of community by sharing (presumably) part of their own life with like-minded people.

Part 3

To also take a good faith reading of the people that were unhappy with the original post... It can be tricky to navigate what a text post really means without further context.

I don't have any more context than the original image, and I'm not sure that my reading is correct. It could be that OOP is truly misinformed and thinks that those two things could be used as a basis for diagnosing neurodivergence. In that case, they are wrong and it may be helpful to use reposts of the original to educate.

If that was how I had intuitively interpreted the post, I'm sure I would have been frustrated, or even angry too. But, I still don't think it was appropriate to make out that everyone who interacted with the post positively was an idiot for doing so.

Part 4

I also realise that this post is extremely long, very wordy and likely won't make anything better...

But I'm also neurodivergent and can't won't help myself lol

I hope everyone reading this feels a little more seen, maybe? I'm trying to see you, at least.

#submission #discourse #neurodivergent

[lookinghalfacorpse]

How many works do you have on Ao3?

12 total.

2. What is your word count?

146,611!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write only dsmp at the moment, but i've also posted naruto and devilman.

4. What are your top 5 fics? (stats)

in the wild all lessons last

the trees deny themselves nothing

pandora's vault prisoner symptoms

veteri-mycosis

awakening

5. Do you always respond to comments? Why or why not?

i don't respond to comments unless there's a specific question for me (ie "is it okay if i make fanart of this"). i read every comment and they make my day, i just never know what to say and i get too stressed over it!! i also don't like how the author's comments will skew the overall comment count.

6. Angstiest ending for a fic?

that would be veteri-mycosis.

7. First Fic with a Happy Ending?

my very first fic, technicality, has a happy ending. so do most of the sasodei fics besides long roads.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! i might've seen someone vaguepost about itwall but it was so vague it was hard to tell.

9. Do you write smut?

i've tried to write it before, but have never posted! i'm actually not the best at it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

nah

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

12. Ever had a fic translated?

no, but it seems pretty cool

13. Ever co-written?

i have not! but most of my fics are brainstormed with @3nderm1te. they had the most input on veteri-mycosis.

14. Favorite ship?

c!doomsdaytrio!

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

man. i want to keep adding to prisoner symptoms, and i will if i can ever find the inspiration, but it hasn't hit in a while. after a time, the symptoms pile on each other and it's hard to think of scenes that separate them out.

16. Writing strengths?

i'm very comfortable in my "voice" as a writer and can make it Work For Me.

17. Writing weaknesses?

my emotional scenes fall flat. consistently. and although i'm decent at plotwork for short-to-mid sized pieces, it's difficult for me to make a coherent plotline for longer pieces.

18. Thoughts on dialog in another language in a fic?

i think there are ways to do it where it will still make sense for non-speakers or not fully interrupt the reader's experience, but it's tricky.

19. First fandom you have written for?

naruto! my sasodei phase was long, dude.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

tough question! i think itwall is my Ultimate Baby, and the fic i think back on the most fondly. i also think that awakening is my objective Best fic.

Thanks @morgueofstories for tagging me :) i always forget who actually posts to ao3 and don't want to tag someone who doesn't, so consider yourself tagged if you want to do this.

#god i hope i didn't mess up these links #ty for tagging me this was fun!

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes Master Post

Here it is! Years of chaos in one spot! Technically this isn’t all the posts but everything I think is really important, worth mentioning, or pretty helpful. They are in chronological order! I want to give the hugest thank you to @danurso for already having a file with all the story chapter links for me to grab! I wouldn’t have made this post any time soon without them.

I would like to add that I started writing this near the end of Volume 6 and had the vast majority of the structure all done as V7 Ep1 aired. In other words, certain concepts and people are around before canon said “Haha, screw you.” One last thing, in the actual chapters, the writing style changes further in. Like I said, I’ve been writing this for 4 years.

synopsis

welcome to Remnant after Salem’s defeat and our heroes have moved forward in their lives! Take a look into an au focusing on Jaune and Weiss’s kids, alongside children of other friends, enemies, and rivals alike as they face a new terrifying force while handling the struggles of growing up alongside some of Remant’s greatest Heroes.

The lore/context

Not So Kept Secret

You’re Enough

New Norm

Equal Shares

Namesake

New Look

Well?

Say Goodbye

Cold Veins and Promises

Dog Days and Resolutions

Freezing Point

Dynamics in a nutshell

Division

Sweet Sadness

Red Carpet

Say So

Not Enough

Twin Snowflakes

0 - Prologue

1 - Cold Training

2 - Warming Up

3- Checkup

4- Checkup pt2

5- Support

6- A Slow Morning

7- People

8- It’s Tricky

9- Phased

10- Expedited Exam pt1

11- Expedited Exam pt2

12- A Guest

13- A Guest pt2

14- Getting Ready

15- Foreign Princess

16- Royal Court

17- Alone Time

18- A Better Day

19- Skill, Sickness, and Skirts

20- Choice Words

21- Ice Breaker

22- Ground Zero

23- Struggling

24- Date Night

25- Date Night pt2

26/1- Preparation

26/2- Preparation (second half)

27- Hill Climbing

28- Connections

29- Coward

30- Little Moments

31- Final Days

32- Show Time

33- Show Stealers

34- Full Swing

35- Major Upset

36- Morale

37- Cunning Plays

38- Knights Battle

39- Stepping Up

40- Growing Pains

41- Pieces at Play

42- Then the World Stood Still

43- Final Warmth

44- Miracles and Memories

45- A Book by its Cover

46- Weathering the Storm

47- Who Are You?

48- Winter Wonderland

49- Adjustment

50- Face Off!

51- You vs Us

52- Final Encore

Finale- A New Tune

Post story- Recovery

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when did you first start drawing

oooh this is a tricky question to answer, since my family all tells me ive been drawing my whole life!! i've had phases drawing more/less often at different points in my life, but have been a lot more focused on it in the last 2-3 years, which is also around when i started drawing furries (which i hadn't really done at all beforehand funnily enough)

i can dig through some of the files on my computer, though, and find a few examples of digital art over the years, before this i did a lot of stuff on paper or on my ipad, which i dont have much access to anymore

one from each year, in order, from 2018-2023

#zilluask #art progress #art over the years #artist #furry artist #art retrospective #i always like an excuse to look back on my older work hehe