#which means I can only layer one photo at a time so each time I have to make it a new photo

[bisexualpercyjacksons]

pjo tv show episode 5 alignment:

#percy and annabeth mighttttt be switched but grover as gaslight is undeniable #grover lying through his teeth captivated me I was like sweetie WHAT are you doing #annabeth said either help me or leave to a GOD amongst other things which is why she deserves girlboss #percy gatekeeps everyone (but himself) from sacrificing themselves which is as always true to character #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #character alignment #a god buys us cheeseburgers #like no one has posted content yet so I’m making something and going to bed #mine #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #humor #no one bully me on the image sizes I’m on my phone at midnight using photoshop without an account #which means I can only layer one photo at a time so each time I have to make it a new photo #I’m bullying myself don’t worry

[foreveralbon]

“remember that night?” - ms47

pairing: mick schumacher x ex!reader

in which they spend one last night together

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: none, lazy writing towards the middle i’m sorry

song: remember that night? by sara kays

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you don’t know how long it took to get over him the first time, but you remember how hard it was. sleepless nights spent crying and reading old text messages, sad songs made as a soundtrack for each of your memories, endless rants to your friends about how you were so good together and you don’t know what went wrong.

eventually, you found it was easier to just forget about him than to patch up the hole shaped like him in your heart. it worked - you hadn’t thought of him in the weeks since you finally deleted all his photos and messages from your phone. 

his contact was the one thing you didn’t delete though, but even then, when your phone starts ringing on a quiet tuesday night, you never would’ve expected it to be him. 

you start to reach for your phone to mute the call, then pause, waiting to see if it would keep ringing. then the buzzing stops, and it’s just his name sitting as a missed call in your notifications. you contemplate messaging him to see if everything is okay, but quickly decide against it. 

but maybe it’s the sight of the blue heart still next to his name, or the sudden longing you feel at the realisation you were so close to hearing his voice again after so long that it strikes something in your chest and compels you to pick up your phone and dial back his number. 

it rings once, twice, and you’re already anticipating his voice after the third ring. he’s never let it ring more than three times when it comes to you. 

“liebling?” his voice is raspy, like it how it used to be when he was close to falling asleep or had just woken up. the sound of your old nickname masked in the voice you once so ardently loved makes you grip your phone tighter in both hands as you try to stop yourself from saying something stupid. “y/n? are you there?”

“hi, mick,” you finally breathe out. 

“hi. i didn’t think you’d answer.” and you must be imagining it but as his voice starts to clear, you can hear the underlying hints of a smile in his tone. 

“is everything okay?”

“yes. i just… i mean you can hang up if you want.” then he falters. “no, actually. can i pick you up?”

“like… now?” it’s almost 11pm, and while you’re nowhere close to sleeping, it’s sure as hell not a time you go out. 

“yes.”

“you’re in town?”

“yes,” he repeats. 

“why?”

“because why not?” 

you’re tempted to say yes, even though seeing him again would just unravel all the effort you put into getting over him. but he’s always had that effect on you, where because of him, you make stupid decisions. the first was falling in love with him. the next? 

“yeah,” you say quickly before you can take it back. 

there’s rustling on his side of the call as he makes his way around the house. “i’ll be there in thirty minutes. dress warm, it’s going to rain out.”

you’re about to thank him for the tip when he hangs up, leaving you alone to wonder what the fuck you just got yourself into. just then, it starts to pour. 

—

his car pulls up in front of your house forty minutes later. the driver’s door slams as he gets out, rounding the car to open your door for you. 

��hi.”

“hey,” he grins at you, jacket and beanie engulfing his large frame. he gives you a quick side hug and even through all your layers, every nerve in your body is set off at his touch. 

he waits for you to get in the car and you realise that he put on the seat warmer for you, just how you liked it when it was cold out. 

the gesture warms your body and face. you hadn’t thought he’d remember that about you, but that was only one thing to add to tonight’s list of surprises. 

he’s quiet when he gets in, starts up the car and drives away from the curb, before asking, “how’ve you been?”

“i’m good. i got laid off a while ago, but i start a new job on friday. what about you? i heard you’re a reserve driver for mercedes now?”

he glances over at you, raises a brow. “you still keep up with formula one?”

“i like the drama,” you shrug.

he whistles lowly. “drive to survive fan over here, guys. tell me, what’s drs?”

“no,” you say softly. “someone i used to care about recommended it to me.”

and even though you said used to, he suppresses a smile at the fact that you’ve kept something from your relationship close to you. 

you make small talk for a while - how’s his mother, father? is angie doing well? how’s the past seven months fared you? you fire questions back and forth between each other and for a while, there’s a semblance of normality in whatever is going on between you. 

soon, he notices the way you shiver slightly despite him having run the heater. 

“are you cold? here, take my beanie.” he tugs his beanie off his head before giving it to you to put on. you take it gratefully, slipping it on. 

you both fall silent for a second, and just as you open your mouth to ask him what the hell you’re doing here, he’s blurting out, “why did you call me back?”

you freeze. that hadn’t been what you were expecting. but you reckon if there’s a time for honesty, it’s now. “because i missed you.”

you catch the way he throws his head back in relief, a grin spreading across his face. “why did you call in the first place?” you ask. 

“because i missed you.” he states simply. truthfully. 

it’s like a weight has been taken off your chest at your admission. in that little moment, with him by your side, you feel content. happier than you’ve been in a long time. it’s a brave move when he nudges his hand against yours, but you accept it quickly, placing your palm over his. 

you look out the window as he drives, headlights casting shadows over the rainy streets. through the dim lighting you can make out the familiar scenery. 

the long winding road brings back memories of singing karaoke in the car, conversations with no meaning and driving around with no place to be and nowhere you wanted to go, so long as you were with each other.  

you recognise the path he’s taking - towards the small observation point that overlooks the whole town. you know he’s going to swing by the 24 hour ice cream shop on the way there, and there when you realise he’s taking you out for a night of old traditions. 

the car rolls to the stop and then he pats your thigh with an i’ll be back, running out into the rain to the store before you can even remind him of your order. you doubt he’s forgotten. and in his absence, you can’t help but smile to yourself at his kind words and sweeter gestures, despite knowing better. despite knowing that going with him was stupid and risky and chances are, when you leave him in the morning, you’re going to leave with a broken heart. 

your thoughts are cut off by mick sliding back into his seat, a cup of chocolate chip ice cream in one hand, a cone of strawberry in the other. 

“strawberry, please,” you say and he hands you the cone, watches you take it then wrinkle your nose before grabbing at the choc chip. 

his laughter rings through the car, clear through the pounding rain and you’re sure you’ve never heard something more joyful than in that moment. “you’re so predictable.” 

mick drives you to the lookout so you can watch the views as you eat. you sit in silence at the top, “strawberries & cigarettes” by troye sivan playing softly from the radio. the town is quiet below you too, lit by the starry night sky, only a few stray lights on in the odd night owls’ home. it’s peaceful and calm, and you’re content with mick and for moment all feels right, despite everything about your night being completely wrong. 

and when you’re both done, he turns you, brows furrowing as he realises something. 

his hand cups your chin, guiding you to look at him. “you’ve got a little…” he mutters, thumb gently swiping the ice cream from the corner of your mouth. 

“thank you,” you whisper. his gaze flicks across your face - from your eyes to your mouth then back again. you find yourself mimicking his actions and there’s an intense panging in your chest when your eyes meet his again. 

“i want you back.” 

your heart plummets - those were the words you’d been dreading to hear. “mick, don’t say that. don’t do that to me.”

he rears back at the sudden sharpness of your tone, and you see the exact moment he begins to disassociate, his composure breaking and demeanour falling. “but i do, i’ve always-”

“mick, can you please not?” you beg. you reach up to hold his face so that his gaze is focused solely on you. “what we had, mick, it was good. but when we ended, it hurt me, because losing you felt like losing air. yes, i miss you but missing you is different to still wanting you. i can’t afford to want you again because it might just kill me this time.”

“liebling-”

“this, right now, is good. so can we please keep it just like this? nothing more.”

it’s as though the light in his eyes dim at your words and he just nods, before turning away and turning the ignition on. his voice is hoarse when he says, “it’s way too late. let me take you back home.”

an apology is at the tip of your tongue - if you take back what you said, what would change between you two? you didn’t want to go back to what you used to be, you just wanted him. but wanting him again is impossible. you don’t know what to do; you just want him to stop frowning. so you reach out for his hand, and he lets your fingers find home in his palm before closing his fist around yours. 

“mick, we’re okay,” you reassure. “but we can’t do this again.” 

he nods again, swallowing deeply. “i understand.” 

and you leave it at that. 

the ride home is silent and tense but not awkward. things are never awkward with mick. he parks in your driveway before getting out of the car to open your door. you step out of the car with a thank you and stop in front of him. it’s still raining heavily, so he goes to pull the beanie he gave you further down your head, but stops halfway to rest his palms on your cheeks. 

“can i have a hug?” 

and with mick’s hands cradling your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, deep blue eyes staring into yours, you have no choice but to nod, and he practically falls into your hold, arms dropping to wrap around your waist and keep himself steady. “nothing more.”

“then i just need this,” he mumbles into your neck. but you know it’s more than that, so you just hold him. you feel his body loosen as he relaxes, breaths evening out. he emanates warmth and goodness and-

“it’s getting late,” he groans, tearing himself off you. “i have to go.” 

you don’t want him to, you’d much rather stay wrapped up in this moment forever. wrapped up in him forever. but you know better so you just nod. “okay. okay.”

he leans forward as though to kiss you, but you flatten a hand to his chest. “mick…” you warn lowly. 

his eyes soften before he whispers an apology and presses a light, barely there kiss to your cheek. he moves to reach behind you and get your things, then hesitates for a second. 

and then his lips are crashing to yours in a desperate kiss, and he’s telling you every i’m sorry, i love you, it’s okay through it. it’s frantic and passionate and everything you’ve loved about him since you first met him. so you grip onto his jacket, pressing into his body as much as you possibly can, savouring the moment because you know you’re never going to have another like it.

he pulls away first, resting his forehead on yours, before handing you your things, even going so far as to tugging your jacket tighter around your body. so my girl doesn’t get sick. 

even though you’re just in your driveway, two steps away from warmth, you’d stay standing in the pouring rain just to keep his hands on you longer. 

“i’ll see you around, yeah?” his hand is warm in yours when he holds it for the last time, tightening his fingers as though it would meld your bodies together and you’d never have to be separated again. and then mick is pulling away from you one last time, his face unreadable, and his smile never quite reaching his eyes. 

the rain starts to come down harder, soaking you cold to the bone, and you turn around, making a beeline for your front door. you’d never say it out loud but you’re glad it rained - it’s the only thing that keeps you from running right back into his arms. 

it’s harder to move on from him this time. 

months later, no matter how hard you try, that night never slips from your memory. you can recall every brush of his fingertips against yours, the calloused pad of his thumb on your skin, and the heavy weight of his hand on your thigh when you two finally became comfortable again in each other’s presence. the way his voice changed and his laughter erupted whenever you smiled at him is engraved into your brain, and you’re sure the way he kissed you became your lifeline.  

most of all, you remember the way his face fell when you pushed him away again, his dejected sigh as he accepted your decision, blue eyes electric with so many words left unspoken as you turned away one last time. 

but the one thing you desperately try to forget is the way he lingered in the driveway, waiting for you to come back. 

—

author’s note: thank youuuu @disneyprincemuke i don’t know how i feel about this but i hope i didnt disappoint

#liyah writes #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher imagine #f1 x reader

[criminalskies]

hello hello icon, love your writing, hope your doing good today!! 🩷

if you're taking requests do you think you could write something that gives "my big fat greek wedding" where the reader is bringing hotch over to meet their family and while reader has been warning him that their family is kinda crazy it's not til the night of, that hotch really gets it because hes just watching reader get more overwhelmed throughout the night while they drag him through all the introductions and dodge every plate of food and little mean comments from cousins. I just feel like he'd be so good about pulling reader away for a sec and comforting them through the loving chaos that is a huge and wild family and being like "yeah still love you tho". also like change whatever you want, do whatever bestie xx

Hi lovely anon! I must apologise rq for this taking me A CENTURY to write. I hope you're still there to read this <3 Aaron hotchner x GN!Reader. 5.4k words. warnings: mentions of testicular injury. your aunt is kiiiiiiind of a pervert, but just longing stares. No copping a feel. mentions of alcohol. that should be it! please enjoy!

Since working at the BAU, you have tried awfully hard to keep your biological family and your work family separate. You’ve successfully intercepted every one of your aunt’s offerings to surprise you with food at your office (and three to five of your younger cousins in-tow). You’ve successfully kept your loving parents from appearing at the doors of the BAU with over exaggerations of just how classified and gruesome your work is, no civilians past the front doors of Quantico, etc. You thank all the layers of misrepresentation of FBI work in the media for getting away with that one. 

It’s been hard work, ten months of intercepting family group texts and abating their offers to bring you food with pictures of your home-cooked meals sent no less than three times a day. You’ve had to recycle a lot of the same photos to cover up your habit of buying takeout after a long day, but they don’t seem to have noticed. So far, it’s all been worth it. You’ve successfully convinced your coworkers that you’re a perfectly normal FBI agent with a perfectly normal family. It’s even worked on the one person you have most hoped to impress, your boss. SSA Aaron Hotchner. It has been even harder work convincing your family to steer clear of your apartment whenever he’s over and the biggest effort of all has been getting out of your family’s weekly Sunday Dinner. Which is in reality a twelve hour event. You’ve only had a few lazy Sunday dates with Aaron, but they have been some of your favorites. Shed of his suit and tie, you see him let loose of all his usual restraint. You see him relax, and that’s something you wouldn’t trade for anything. So you can take all the quips from your mother, aunts, cousins, nephews and grandfather as long as you have to, to keep your little bubble from bursting. 

Aaron seems to believe you have a peaceful, quiet life. You’ve tried very hard to stage your apartment to look like the kind of place someone can read in airy silence on their days off. You want to create that space for your boyfriend, one where he doesn’t have to be ‘bossman’ or ‘SSA’ or even ‘dad’.  He can just be Aaron. 

Of course, you know each time you’ve been vacuuming or watering your plants, only to hear the agitated scraping of keys in your door, as the heavy footsteps of your nieces and nephews come clambering down the hall to your apartment. Your space quickly floods with the hustle and bustle of your loud, overbearing family. You know one of these days they’ll waltz in uninvited and find you and Aaron curled up in bed, probably giving the poor man a heart attack in the process. 

Which is why you’ve decided, after six months together, you know how lucky you’ve been to not be the unsuspecting victims of a thirty person ‘pop-in’. So you’re going to quit while you’re ahead. This illusion is getting exceedingly tiring to uphold and you really suspect your boyfriend, the expert profiler, must have lost his touch if he hasn’t realized there’s more to you than meets the eye. 

You’re just going to have to sit poor, sweet, unsuspecting Aaron down Saturday night and ask him about joining you to your family’s place for Sunday dinner. You feel bad for giving him such short notice, but really it is better this way. The less time you have to warn your mother that you’re bringing your boyfriend over, the better. Although, it might take longer than just Sunday to get said boyfriend up to speed. 

Saturday night arrives and you’ve been acting completely off. You’ve been so focused on trying to plan your warning speech for Aaron that you spaced out during dinner three times, only realizing when you would notice your boyfriend’s signature head tilt and drawn brows staring back at you across the table. You completely missed him reaching across to hold your hand, and you missed him asking you about coming to Jack’s soccer game Thursday night. The third time, when you’re staring right through Aaron’s shirt as he was filling you in on the interdepartmental FBI gossip, he knows something must be seriously wrong with you tonight to not want to hear about an SSA and a section chief getting caught in a supply closet at the gala for the Seattle field office. 

“Okay, that’s it.” Aaron huffs, moving your plate and his from the table to the kitchen counter before he comes to pull your chair back from the table, squatting opposite you now until he’s at your eye level, taking you gently by the shoulders. “What is the matter, angel? You’ve been staring straight through me.” You feel guilt wash over you as you see the concern in Aaron’s eyes, searching yours for any signs of distress.

“Oh- I’m sorry bear I’ve just. I just have something I have to ask you about. But, here, we should go sit down.” You grab Aaron by the hand, pulling him to his feet as you rise from your chair. You see a flash of terror across his face before he can reel in his expression, once again giving you his signature stare that means he’s listening. “No! Don’t stress, it’s nothing awful, just, complicated. Really.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly as you lead him to the couch. He breathes a sigh of relief at hearing you’re not about to break up with him or tell him you’ve fallen in love with his brother or anything drastic. 

You sit cross-legged on the couch as Aaron settles into the corner, turned towards you to give you his full attention, his hand still nestled in yours. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose, out through your mouth before you spit it out. “I want you to meet my family.” 

Aaron’s dimples appear as his face begins pulling into the most unexpected smile and he laughs a puff of air through his nose at your admission. 

“That’s it? That’s the thing that had you giving me a thousand yard stare all night?” He asks, unable to conceal his incredulous look. 

“Yeah. That’s just the start of this whole speech. There’s a dinner tomorrow at my parent’s place. But it’s no small event, Aaron. My family is kind of a lot, in every way imaginable or otherwise.” Now it’s Aaron who tries reassuring you, shifting you to melt against his side on the couch as his arm wraps around your tense shoulders. 

“Angel, if they played any part in making you who you are, I would love to meet them.” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple now. 

“Okay. Well, for my own safety of mind I’m going to issue you some forewarnings so you’re at least prepared for some of the insanity. You ready?” You turn to look him in the eyes as you ask him. 

“I’m ready, love.” You admire his bravery, really. You know he’s a seasoned FBI agent having worked in Seattle, Quantico, coming face to face with serial killers and people who would have turned his face into some kind of mask or couch upholstery if they had the chance. Still, you can’t help but worry at how badly he seems to be underestimating this situation.

You pull out a framed family tree from the back of your home study, watching the blood slowly drain from Aaron’s face when he realizes there are close to 65 names being mentioned as people who will be at dinner tomorrow to meet him. You warn him in particular about your uncles Ronnie and Tommy. You know how they treat new partners in this family. Ronnie will challenge Aaron to a friendly little wrestling match, hoping to pin him in thirty seconds and make sure he knows he’s not the toughest guy around. Meanwhile, Tommy is trying to talk Aaron out of wrestling Ronnie, to see how easily coerced your poor boyfriend may be. These are crucial moments for Aaron to demonstrate that he’s not macho to a fault, nor is he easy to intimidate. 

Next, your Aunt Rita. She will eat him whole if she’s given the chance, you know how little self control she has around any man you bring home, let alone one that’s tall dark and handsome, and an FBI agent at that. You warn him not to hold Rita’s hand, no matter how many times she tries to offer it, because she has a grip like gorilla glue and won’t let him go again. If he ever starts to dance tomorrow night. He is to move away from her at. All. costs. She will shamelessly grind on his thigh after just a few drinks. 

You warn him about your grandmama, how she thinks she’s twenty years younger and can still go up and down the stairs on her own. If he sees her dawdling away, just take her elbow and guide her back. You have no doubts about Aaron here, though, knowing he’s ever the gentleman and would never let his guard down, allowing your 98 year old great grandmother to wander out of the house’s side gate or into the dog’s kennel alone. 

Lastly. Your second cousins. There’s the quadruplets, who you think should really be kept on leads, there’s Charlie, who’s genuinely known to bite strangers, Angie, who is smart as a whip and will do everything in her power to make your new boyfriend feel stupid. There’s Davie and Ruby, who like pulling off ‘pranks’, only they seem to be mistaken that the crucial element of a prank is that it’s deceptive AND funny. See, they think slipping a little roast beef into a stranger’s back pocket is the height of comedy. They’re especially into using tripwires or pretending to be floating around face-down in the pool for someone to dive in and rescue them. 

By the end of your long list of precautionary tales, Aaron feels like he’s studying for the bar exam, he’s memorized the names of almost all your immediate relatives, and the rest he’ll have to figure out as he goes.  He knows which aunts will be offended by him not taking a heaped portion of their provided dishes, and he knows which uncles will try to feed him enough beers to take down a moose. He’s as ready as he can be, and the more he focuses on what you’re telling him, the more you start to recognise the look in his eye, it’s the same look you always see whenever he’s about to enter a maximum security prison. Knowing that inmates will try to belittle him or lure him towards them, knowing he’s like a bucket of chum floating just out of reach of shark infested waters. But surely if he’s survived every one of those encounters before, your family won’t be the thing to break him… right? 

The two of you settle down that night to watch a movie, and you are especially doting to your beautiful kindhearted boyfriend, trying to make sure he’ll remember how lovely and caring you are to him, even if he’s soon to realize you were essentially raised by a pack of wolves. When you offer to make him a cup of tea for the fourth time, he sighs and drags your lying form over his on the couch, essentially caging you in his arms.

“Angel. You have to stop.” Aaron says, in a matter-of-fact way that makes you believe you have no choice in the matter. “Stop apologizing to me for something that hasn’t even happened yet. However crazy, however loud, however boisterous or blunt your family is, I will leave there loving you just as much. Probably even more, given the way things have been trending lately. Okay?” He moves a hand to your cheek now, caressing it as his soft eyes try to reason with your worried ones, he looks so perfect under the warm lamplight. He has been the perfect boyfriend so far. Maybe, just maybe, he can handle your family and everything that comes with it. 

“Okay, bear.” You close your eyes, burying your face in his chest and letting his steady heartbeat lure your own racing heart back into a healthy rhythm, as his hand finds its home against the crown of your head. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You spent the next day like you’ve spent most Sundays of your life, preparing enough food to sink the titanic. Okay, poor example. Enough food to feed your entire clan, perhaps. Aaron is nothing short of adorable as he swans around helping you, it is very nice not doing this alone, you have to admit. Having him chop and prepare the extra vegetables while you’re able to watch the sauce in the pot so for once you don’t end up with half of the flavor firmly stuck to the base, having to strain out the lumps right before you go to leave. Aaron even insists that he has all the bases covered, ushering you into your bedroom to please shower and get dressed so you’re not late. It occurs to you then that not only is he not scared of your family, he actually wants to make a good impression on them. 

The two of you make it into the car, only six foil trays of food and a tart for dessert in hand, with time to spare. Aaron parks the car just down the street and turns off the engine, turning to see you chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you insist you’re sweating due to the piping hot lasagne in your lap, nothing to do with nerves. A large  hand reaches over the console to gently take your own, bringing it towards his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“It’s all going to be okay, sweetheart. Really.” He says, bringing your hand back into the space between you both, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

“I know. You can handle serial killers and talking down people with bombs strapped to their chests. I’m sure my cousin's threats of throwing whipped cream at you from off the top balcony will pale in comparison.” You breathe out. “Let’s go, love.”

The two of you have barely made it through the front gate before you’re met with two familiar faces, your second cousins ‘guarding’ the front door with waterguns aimed at Aaron and yourself. 

“Password!” Davie barks.

“Davie. Ruby. You guys keep getting taller, huh?” You try buttering them up while you think of what a five and seven year old would consider a worthy password for your family home. 

“Really? Ya think so? Ruby asks with a bright smile, more gaps than there are teeth showing. You know she’s not the mastermind of their evil plans, it’s Davie that has to coerce her into helping him.

“Oh boy, do I!” You add, laying it on thick while Davie approaches Aaron, his brows drawn tightly together. 

“You’re new. He’s new?” He turns to you, pointing at Aaron with a rather displeased look in his tiny face. 

“Davie, meet Aaron. Aaron is my boyfriend.” You say puling your intertwined hands into view of the little ones, where Ruby responds with a vehement “ewwwwww!”

“COOTIES!” Davie yells, the two of them running back around the side of the house, of course off to tell their parents the news off this imminent cooties outbreak.

“That was a fantastic start. So far I’ve gotten one very passionate ‘ewwwwww!’ “ Aaron chuckles, squeezing your hand before he picks up the trays of food once more, carrying on into the house. 

You can hear the rabble from the back rooms of the house bouncing around and echoing out of the open door, your mother’s uncontrollable laughter cutting through the cacophony as Aaron’s dimple appears on his cheek. She sounds just like you when you give off a real, genuine laugh. One that bubbles out of you, throwing your head back and grabbing at your stomach as tears spring from your eyes. Aaron loves that sound. You don’t see him beaming at you from the corner of your eye line. 

You made it not quite three feet into the hallway before Aunt Rita’s speed walking towards you both, margarita in hand already threatening to spill and dinner has not yet begun. 

“Here’s our happy couple!” she all but yells, turning her head to announce “I found em!” back down the hall as she moves to engulf you in a hug. “Y/N, it’s been so long!” Rita holds you, trapped there in the hug as she’s no doubt raking her eyes over Aaron’s form behind you. 

“Aunty, I only saw you two Sundays ago.” You remind her politely, knowing that in this household that qualifies as half a lifetime. 

“I know, baby, faaar too long.” She finally releases you from her grasp as you quickly step back, half-blocking Aaron from her reach. 

“This is my boyfriend, Aaron.” You wrap a hand around his arm, holding onto him like a lifeline as you pray Rita will find it in herself to leave him alone. 

“The FBI Agent!! Woooooow, sugar, we’ve been hearing so much about you lately. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mister F-B-I.” Rita moves her glass to her other hand, offering her wrist to Aaron as she bats her eyelashes. Shameless woman. Luckily, Aaron being a perfect gentleman, well versed in abating old ladies, he takes her hand rather briskly, placing a barely there kiss on her hand and relinquishing it back to her. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, ma’am.” Aaron offers a tight lipped smile, careful to keep his dimple levels in check. You warned him that one of your exes was practically pulled by his cheek to meet the rest of the family when Rita spotted his dimple on show. 

“MA’AM?! Ugh, now you’re just making me feel ancient, Sugar. Please. Call me Rita.” She shoves Aaron’s chest, her hand lingering a moment longer than you’d really like it to, but your boyfriend has enough humility to ‘stumble’ back slightly at the push. 

“Of course, Rita. My mistake.” Poor Aaron’s hands must be burning holding the tin foil trays in his palm this long, luckily Rita moves out of the way, standing to the side and most definitely eyeing your boyfriend’s ass as he walks away, you walk behind him, shielding him from her wandering eyes. You feel terrible that he’s been here all of two minutes and he’s already been ewwwww’ed at and now treated like a piece of meat. Heaven help you. 

“Y/N! Come here, my baby!” Your mother swans out of the kitchen, your breath catches at the sight of her apron, a curvy bikini model body drawn over the fabric, with a KISS THE COOK! Tattoo and lipstick marks all over the model’s skin. Classy. Very classy. Your mother plants a sticky lipglossed kiss on each of your cheeks, hugging tightly around your neck before turning to Aaron. She takes the trays from his scalding hands and places them on the counter before opening her arms to him with a smile. “This must be Aaron! I’m Y/M/N.” She pulls him into a tight hug, his tall frame bending down to get his arms around her shoulders as his cheeks receive two somehow equally sticky kisses. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs Y/L/N. I’ve heard so much about y-” Aaron’s cut off by a football flying between his face and your mother’s and colliding with the refrigerator. You all turn just in time to see your uncles all whiz around, suddenly very focused on the patch of dead grass in the back corner of the yard. 

“Boys! Excuse me Aaron, we’ll pick this up again.” Your mother saunters out of the back door, waving a meat tenderiser in the air, you choose not to hear the string of expletives currently gracing the ears of everyone in a three mile radius. Instead, turning to greet your other, better behaved aunties and older cousins all gathered in the kitchen, a pasta-making train formed by seven pairs of hands. You’re informed that your folding skills are needed to finish off the agnolotti. 

You’re eternally grateful to your two eldest cousins, who offer to get Aaron a drink and secure him a seat in the corner of the dining room, far from Rita who keeps walking by sucking cherries from the punch between her teeth as she eyes your boyfriend. He seems to be blissfully pretending he can’t see her, instead engaging most of your cousins in conversations about what exactly profiling even is. You hear the usual wave of ‘wow’s and ‘ahh’s washing over the building crowd when Aaron is able to tell that your uncle Scooter is planning to move to the coast and retire this year. 

Once dinner is finally ready and being served on the porch, you and Aaron are able to grab some plates, only to find that the last seats left are right between your two most testy uncles. You sit Aaron next to Tommy, hoping he can withstand the mental games, instead of Vinnie’s prodding at his masculinity. From what you hear, it sounds like Aaron is able to effectively corner Tommy, using his own logic against him without sounding too callous about it. You smile to yourself while you dig into your potato salad, how you’ve managed to get this lucky with Aaron, you’ll never know. 

Before dinner is over, however, your dad comes walking, suitcase in hand around the side of the house, having returned from his work trip overseas, the crowd erupts with a cheer when he reveals he has brought home as much spiced rum from the duty free stores at the airport as he could legally purchase at once. Scooter races inside to bring out some tumblers of ice for all those old enough to drink. Aaron stays seated at your side while you hug your father hello, and start a fond conversation with him. Aaron’s always heard you talk fondly of your dad, a calm voice in a sea of abrupt, booming family members. 

He sees you gesturing towards him, smiling warmly while you talk with your father and Aaron’s never been much of a lip reader, but he does see your dad pull you into another big hug after he asks something with the word happy. A fluttery feeling spreads through Aaron’s chest as he watches you, thinking about how happy he is with you, as well. 

His bubble of warmth is quickly burst when Vinnie marches up to Aaron, a hand slapping down over his clothed shoulder as he asks why he’s not drinking any rum. 

“You some kind of mormon or something? Or an addict?” Vinnie asks, not very delicately. 

“No. Neither.” Aaron keeps his tone friendly and measured. Vinnie wants an argument, wants a fight. He’s not going to give it to him. 

“Come get a drink with me, then. Ay Ay Ron.” Vinnie pulls him by his sleeve as Aaron carefully discards his plate on his seat, checking the dogs are safely secured away from all the food.

You turn, seeing Aaron’s interrogation-proofed stare as Vinnie pours at least four standard drinks into the glass, offering it to him with a smirk. Aaron takes it with a thank you, ever so polite. He’s hoping to pour some of it out, you’re sure. But Vinnie is refusing to take his eyes off of the man as Tommy rounds Aaron’s other shoulder, an equally evil smirk on his face. Your cousins call everyone’s attention to the lawn by the side of the house, announcing they’ll be playing a football game in five minutes! 

“So down your desserts and get your game faces on!” one of the quadruplets booms, you never can tell which one is which. Not that it tends to matter since they mostly move in a huddle. Your younger cousins and second cousins all erupt into cheers and chants, running to grab one last slice of cake and ice cream before their game starts. Your dad goes off to greet the rest of your siblings and you cross the lawn, growling children whizzing past your legs as you try not to kick any of them over. You meet Aaron, putting yourself between him and Vinnie, seeing Aaron’s nervous sipping of his drink has left him with just one finger of rum left in the tall glass. Oh dear. You’re glad he can hold his liquor as his arm wraps around your waist, holding onto you like a lifeline as Tommy continues his rant about how government workers are overpaid for their work and the FBI has more coverups than it has investigations these days. 

Luckily, your father cuts his brothers incessant yammering off, holding out a hand to shake Aaron’s, asking if he can pick his profiling brain for a moment about something. You see Aaron release a tiny breath of relief, following your father into the house. You take the opportunity now to smack each of your uncles on the shoulders. 

“Please behave, you two. I like this one. Please, you’ll have a hundred more chances to interrogate him if you don’t scare him off tonight. Just, tone it down. I know asking you to stop is pointless. But please. As your favorite brother’s favorite child, I’m begging.” You plead with them both to stop just short of sending Aaron barreling into his shell he wears at work. You don’t want him being in his unsub-defense mode every time he walks into your home. You’re met with two grunts of acknowledgement, and you set off in search of some better company. 

The football game starts up fair enough, two teams of kids playing only semi-gently against their relatives. The score is 3-2 when Aaron and your father emerge from the den, your dad’s arm around the man's shoulder, dragging him with a smile on his face to get some more rum. Luckily, your dad has the civility to let him pour his own drink, however he pleases. They find a spot in the crowd, watching the game as Aaron settles into your side, eyes searching yours to find you doing the same. You both have a shy laugh and turn to watch the game, happy to see that the other is okay. 

You engage in some more quiet conversation in your corner of the field until Davie gets a little overexcited, kicking the ball far too hard after he scored his touchdown and you watch in slow motion as poor sweet Aaron is barely able to remove his hand from yours before the wad of leather and lace collides brutally with his crotch, and his knees buckle, hands coming to hold his crown jewels as he bites his lips hard to hold in a loud cry. It takes every ounce of self control in his body to keep himself even partially upright, wanting very badly to curl into the fetal position to nurse his burning balls. 

“Oh my god! Aaron, are you okay?!” He manages a weak nod, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he manually forces himself to continue breathing. “I’m gonna get you some ice! Wait there! Or, well. I’ll be back!” You turn towards the kitchen, where you spy Davie’s toothy grin, receiving a crisp $20 bill from Vinnie. You are so going to pour that man’s precious rum down his favorite shirt the moment Aaron is able to breathe naturally again. You rush to grab some ice, filling a zip-loc bag and sprinting back out to where Rita is sitting, holding Aaron’s hand tightly in hers, fanning him with her hand-fan as the redness in his neck only spreads upwards towards his ears. 

You stand before him, holding his face in your hand as you place the bag of ice in his hand. He can freeze his own nuts, you’re sure he doesn’t need you dropping the rock hard ice into his lap. He finally opens his eyes, looking up at you with a rather strained look on his face. You bend down to place a kiss on his forehead, silently thanking him for being the most patient man on the face of the earth. 

Rita luckily has the grace to leave you two alone now, freeing up the seat next to Aaron which you take, brushing his hair back from where it now sticks to his forehead. 

“Thank you for being the best boyfriend in the world. I am so, so, so sorry this is such a mess I… Aaron?” His brows draw closer and closer as you’re talking, his eyes focused on the darkness beside the house as you try to trace his line of sight. Without a word, he springs up, ice falling to the grass as he runs around the house, looking like he really ought to have his torch and gun out, this is his ‘calculated emergencies only’ run. You trot after him, rounding the corner of the house just in time to see him catch your grandmama by her shoulders before she steps into the busy street, cars whizzing past as she blinks at your boyfriend, and he turns her on her feet to come back around the house. 

You take her by the shoulders as Aaron locks the gate this time, and you feel your eyes welling with tears at how wonderful a man you’ve found. One that will chase your great grandmother without hesitation, not a thought spared for his already tenderized family jewels which are no doubt screaming at him to sit back down. You come face to face with most of your extended family, who all ran after you both to see what all the commotion was about, and your mother rushes over to take your grandmama into her arms, thanking Aaron profusely as she turns to take the matriarch of the family to bed. 

You take your moment, as the family all turn around, following the pair back into the house. You wrap your arms tightly around Aaron, breathing a shaky breath as his arms wrap around you just as tight. You move yourself up to give him a kiss, body pressed against his as he responds with a whimper in the back of his throat and you jump back, realizing you’d pinned his poor traumatized package between you. 

“Sorry! Sorry.” He cuts you off with a bruising kiss, bodies now a safe distance apart as he takes his chance to kiss you the way he’s wanted to for over an hour now. Ever since he spoke to your dad, and learned just how highly you’d been speaking of your beloved boyfriend all these months. 

“Don’t be sorry, angel. I love you, your big, crazy family and all. I love all of you. So, please, stop apologizing, because I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” He thumbs the tear from your eyes, whether they’re from the adrenaline of almost seeing your beloved grandmother struck by a car, or from the tenderness of this moment, he isn’t sure. But either way, he’s handled serial killers, rapists, arsonists, shooters, bombers, and now your cousin Davie’s sharp left kick. He will handle everything life throws at him from now on, with an extra spring in his step. Because he has you. Yes, that includes the people who created you.

“That being said, I really need to lie down. I had like, four standards in half an hour and although I know you’d love me ball-less, I would really like it if they don’t fall off just yet.” You sniffle a laugh, moving an arm around his waist as you promise to lead him to your childhood bedroom. He can look at every ugly yearbook photo he wants to. He’s even earned the right to read your atrocious love notes you wrote to a celebrity when you were seventeen and convinced he was in love with you. This only seems a fair trade for his black and blue balls he’ll have to waddle into the office with, tomorrow.

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#rome's writing #rome's reqs #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #hotch fanfic #hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst

[perfectionistkilling-me]

Hazbin Hotel Paperwork

An observation about fandom that I have never been able to unsee is that "Original Media is usually taking place during a disruption from the main characters Day-to-day life. Meanwhile a lot of fanfiction takes place in the downtime. Meaning unsuspecting fanfic writers have to come up with what these characters actually do in their boring adult jobs. Often with little experience in what these jobs are like. The end result is a lot of fanfiction starting with our main characters staying late in the office doing miscellaneous, unexplained paperwork"

So, with that in mind. Here are a bunch of miscellaneous paperwork/paperwork adjacent tasks for each Hazbin Hotel Character.

Charlie

Property Taxes. There is no way property tax doesn't exist in hell.

Planning group therapy sessions. Probably with several behavioural psych books and self help books and So So many sticky notes and highlighters.

Generally freaking out surrounded by crayons, loose paper, several bulletin boards and red string.

Vaggie

Planning and reviewing training regimens. Looking for where she can improve.

Maintaining her weapons. Also maintaining any other weapons in the hotel because poorly maintained weapons are a safety hazard and under absolutely no circumstances is she letting Niffty or Alastor do it.

Being a soundboard for Charlie's planning, and probably consoling her about property taxes.

Alastor

Actually doing the taxes when Charlie gives up. Also every other bill payment. He is the accountant.

Managing whatever weird network of smugglers and killers required to get a whole forest and a deer into his room. This probably required a lot of weird phone calls.

General tinkering. Everyone knows old technology is a fickle mistress. Alastor absolutely has at least one radio that has to be poked, prodded and shaken to work just right.

Angel Dust

Probably has the most actual paperwork.

Reviewing filming schedules, scene requirements and special requests.

Learning lines. Script writing in Porn Studios is also most often done by the director or whoever says yes. Considering Val has maybe 3 braincells and shit eyesight. Angel has probably written a script or two as well.

Making marketing content for upcoming projects. Filming whatever hells version of Cameo is. (Cumeo?)

Husker

Bar inventory and orders. Date and Time labels on the perishables. Please imagine him with his clipboard right in his face and brow furrowed.

Sealing anything sugary in about 10 layers of cling film. (Do you want hellants. This is how you get hell ants.)

Cutting limes, longing for the days when he had barbacks. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey and then going back to cutting limes.

Sir Pentious

Drawing diagrams of inventions. Having a long drawn out internal debate about whether he needs to make a specific part custom or if he can just order the part. Vocalising this conundrum to the Egg Bois only to be met with "Fingers are just Toes with delusions of grandeur"

Looking at a perfectly functional small scale prototype. Looking at a full scale version of the same prototype, built to the exact same specifications, wondering why it doesn't work. Looking back at the small scale prototype, holding it lovingly, asking it why it's brother doesn't work.

Honestly, just document any weird shit you see your engineer friend do and it's probably Sir Pentious.

Niffty

I was going to say Niffty does not have paperwork, Niffty has an ongoing war against dirt and roaches in which she is a valiant soldier. But thats too easy.

She is Alastor's paper shredder.

Updating her scrapbook of bad boys with photos, hair, teeth and occasionally other. . .things.

#hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #Angel Dust #hazbin hotel husk #Niffty #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[snugglebug-92]

Ethan Edward x Reader

NSFW content ahead 18+

It’s Sunday night which means everyone is packed into the sophomore house to watch a movie. You walk into the room handing Dylan and Luke water before taking your spot on Ethan's lap in the recliner. You sit down and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. He tucks his chin into your shoulder as he tries to blow his bangs out of his face.

“Baby you need some help?” you question as you turn to face him.

“Maybe. I shouldn’t have gotten these dumb bangs,” he says, shaking his head.

“You look, cute baby. Really embracing your Albertan roots with the mullet,” you say cupping his face. You brush his bangs out of his eyes and smile at him.

“I think you are the only one of the girlfriends who actually likes one of the boy's mullets,” he says, bopping his nose against yours. You smile at him before turning back to the movie. About halfway through you feel Ethan start to place kisses on your neck. At first, it is innocent but then he gets to your sweet spot and starts sucking. You lean into him and look around to see if any of the boys are paying attention. 

“Eddy, I think we should go upstairs,” you whisper trying not to moan.

“Baby they are all way too into the movie to pay attention to us,” he says. Fine, he wants to tease me. I'll tease him. I slowly roll my hips back into his lap before shifting a few more times to get comfortable again. He moves me on his lap and I can tell my plan is working. Every few seconds he has to shift to prevent me from putting my full weight on his hard-on. He continues to suck a hickey in my neck while I grind against him. Eventually, he has enough and he stops sucking at your neck.

“Hey, guys we are gonna head upstairs. I’m getting pretty tired and I know both Y/N and I were up late last night partying after the win. See you tomorrow,” Ethan says as he pushes you up off his lap but still in front of him to hide the damage. The guys give you various versions of goodnight before the two of you head upstairs to his room.

“So you couldn’t take a little teasing huh?” Ethan looks at you shaking his head. 

“It’s not like you could either,” you say as he backs you into his door. He plants his lips against yours as he locks the door. He takes his shirt off before planting his lips back on yours. He places his hands around your waist moving one lower to grab your ass. You gasp and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You put both of your hands in his hair and gently tug at the locks eliciting a log groan from him as he pulls away from you. He moves his other hand around your thighs pulling you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as the two of you make out on your way to his bed. He sets you down and takes your shirt off only to stare at the lace on your chest.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” you smirk at the boy.

“Wait really?” he questions shocked.

“If that's what you want baby,” you smile looking up at him. He fishes his phone out of his pocket while you decide to take your pants off to reveal the matching set you were thankful you decided to wear tonight. You lean up and he takes a photo before you repose pushing your boobs together. You reach behind to take off your bra and he drops his phone.

“I feel like I’m wearing too many layers,” he says, taking his sweatpants off. You move to straddle his hips and slowly start grinding down on him. You place your lips on his and slowly start to kiss him. You press down to create more friction which causes the both of you to moan. He takes the chance to slip his tongue back into your mouth. The two of you continue to grind and make out just happy to finally be alone with each other. You are so caught up in the moment that you barely notice Ethan suddenly pull off you.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep this up baby,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s okay handsome. I’ll grab a condom and then I’ll ride you okay,” you question as you reach over to his nightstand.

“Yeah, baby that’s fine. Shit wait don’t,” he starts but you already have them in your hand.

“Are these handcuffs?” you question even though it’s quite obvious what they are.

“Um yeah. Bords kinda jokingly gave them to me last year. I just put them in there because I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he says scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s okay. I just didn’t think you were really into that type of stuff so I never said anything either,” you shrug.

“So would you want to maybe,” he asks, unsure what to even say. All you do is nod and stick your hands out in front of you. He grabs the key before unlocking the cuff and placing it around your left wrist. He unlocks the right cuff before threading it through his headboard and closing it on your right wrist.

“Is this okay?” he questions cupping your face.

“Yes, this is okay now please fuck me E,” you moan out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. He leaves a trail of hickeys from your collarbone to your belly button. He then pulls your panties down before running a finger through your folds to spread out your wetness.

“Fuck Ethan,” you moan out arching your back.

“That feels good huh baby,” he says as he takes off his boxers before rolling the condom on. He slides his tips between your folds causing both of you to moan. He searches your face for any sign of discomfort before slowly sliding in. Once he’s all the way in he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to his size before pulling out only to thrust right back in. He starts to slowly thrust in and out while you continue to adjust. Once he knows you are fully adjusted he picks up the pace causing both of you to moan. He wraps a hand around your throat while the other is placed on your hip. Your wrists strain against the cuffs as you yearn to dig your nails into Ethan's arms and back. As Ethan continuously pounds into you your eyes roll into the back of your eyes. You feel yourself start to get close.

“Fuck Eth I’m close,” you moan out.

“Yeah baby me too.” he grits out as he drops his hand from your throat to your clit. He circles the nub which causes you to moan out. He places his lips on yours to help drown out your moaning as he continues to pound into you. Soon your whole body is shaking as you come down from your high. Ethan pulls out before taking off the condom and throwing it away. He slips his boxers and sweats on before going to grab you a washcloth. You blackout for a few seconds while Ethan is gone but wake up when you feel something warm between your legs.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he smiles at you.

“Hi. Do you think you could unlock these?” you ask, shaking your wrists.

“Shit baby I forgot,” he says as he unlocks them, “there you go.”

“Thank you, ” you say as he gently grabs your wrists, placing a kiss on each one before giving you one of his shirts to sleep in. He crawls into bed beside you wrapping an arm around your waist before the both of you fall asleep for the night.

#ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards

[granulesofsand]

Hi, I’ve got a question if you don’t mind answering

I’m just…. Really confused. Because our system has changed and grown so much that we realized that we were a polyfrag system since our experiences perfectly match it, but recently uh. Our gatekeeper found a whole like … sidesystem?? It’s the only term that makes sense because it’s completely separate from the “main” system even with layers and stuff it’s a whole other headspave I guess, and it turns out they have some pyramid heirarchy with themes for each tier and a lot more detail we don’t know about.

My partner got extremely concerned and told me to ask about this because … wtf there can’t be any possible way we’ve gone through ramcoa, it just doesn’t make sense ???? Like yeah I’m shaking as I type this but it doesn’t make sense we barely ‘unlocked’ past sa trauma and even then we doubt that (despite alter patterns)

I’ve got no idea what this is or who to ask since I’m not in any form of therapy and can’t get any professional help, thank you for your time in advance

-🔪

Sidesystems

Sidesystems, as in separate group of alters or multiple systems in one body, can happen to anymany. If it’s more comfortable to explore without the fear of programming, that might be better for your system right now.

Programmed or Not

Anything that happens in programmed systems can happen in nonprogrammed systems. The only difference is external control, which leads to a higher concentration of less common features. The term sidesystem in programming means the same thing, but with external control.

Some symptoms are indicative of particular traumas; flashbacks of being drugged might come with body memories of that experience, clips of cloaks or butchered animals tend to belong to RA.

But even those can be explained away, psychosomatic presentations of passive influence or detailed descriptions and photos of events.

The structuring is unusual, but not impossible. The themes are the same. Memories will be your best indicator, but those will take time and trust to get to.

For some lists of programming (mind control) and other abuse symptoms, explore https://drive.google.com/drive/mobile/folders/1FqT248H1e6w9P2zWheTnaMXsrvT-ZqzJ/19U3sNkCGBLTuks1ITbm8QhcPlfif5k84?usp=drive_link&sort=13&direction=a from the Legion System.

Support for Healing

You don’t necessarily need a therapist during the initial stages, but we would recommend a support friend or significant other who will learn alongside you and sit with you as you go.

It’s good to have a page of hotlines you can call, and on that list add safe people for unaware system members. Carrying a phone or keeping a calendar is also helpful. Some of the newly discovered ones may be less informed or have trauma surrounding particular dates.

Supporting Your System

If you are trusted with trauma details, you should do your best to sit with the keeper like your support people would for you. Educate yourself and provide care for them, keeping in mind you may be the first in a long time (or ever) to receive this knowledge.

Some common programming environments are high-control groups, and that can mean anything from a small cult meeting in a basement to a multinational trafficking ring. You don’t have to piece together any of that now, but you cannot perpetuate the cycle of shame on your systemmates.

No matter where you come from, abuse is awful. You might come up with recollections of forced perpetration or loss, and it is crucial that you remember it was not your fault. No one is responsible for the abuse done onto them.

You should take time to sort out your own feelings and work through the consequences of knowing. You should not be blaming anyone inside. You have the opportunity to give what these selves always needed and never got. Often, you’re giving love.

Healing Both

The basics of deprogramming are the same as healing from most maltreatment; getting through everything together. You all played a role in your survival, and now you have the chance to live.

So regardless of what this ends up being, try for compassion first. You might have more steps to take, but compassion comes first and last. You can do it. Living well takes practice, but I promise you can do it.

#did osdd #osddid #ramcoa #tw ramcoa #ramcoa programming #sidesystem

[crispfencer]

Hello! Here's my blogpost about what it was like as an audience member on Saturday Night Takeaway!

Three tiers of audience members:

Participants

These people hang out in The Broadcaster (the pub the guy from episode one got whisked out of) and mosey on down to get entry whenever they feel like it. They also get to watch the rehearsal. I have no idea how to become a participant but I have a feeling some of it is casted?? They were a very diverse bunch, whereas only three people out of the 200 in my queue weren't white. These people get wristbands and have their photos taken for the audience cam, and get directed to the aisle seats if they're going to be chosen for something later.

Priority

These people paid for the £30 a year Audiencestore subscription, meaning they get more or less guaranteed entry. There was about 50 of them and they got whisked through security hours before us, and then just stood behind a barrier for the same amount of time as us lol

General

The trenches!! I stood in the cold for about 5 hours with no real guarantee that I'd get in. About 50 or so at the front of the queue were allowed to join priority but after that it was a waiting game. The guy who runs the queue said our role is basically to fill seats for the participants who don't turn up, and then to fill the comp seats when they don't get used (eg if busted had 20 tickets to give away to friends, family etc and only 5 turn up, General will fill the remaining 15 seats.) He said once the allocation of seats is filled by participation and priority tickets, he can get anywhere between 4 and 100 of us in. As he learnt more about which comps had been used, he slowly culled the back end of the queue. We all prayed he wouldn't get to us lol.

I got there at 14:30~ and was let into the studio at around 18:45. Some experienced queue goers had brought picnics and hot food, which I will definitely be doing next time!

The studio:

When I entered I felt like I was at Disneyland or something! The air had this magical haze about it, which I soon discovered was because they pump smoke into the room to make the lighting look nicer lol. If you're looking onto the audience from the stage, we all came in from the left, and the crew and vans and stuff all came in from the right (the staircase doors at the top are just for ant and dec to spring out of lol, they lead to a brick wall). There's an upper layer which had a few junior looking people operating some..... spots I think?

There's another blue booth on the opposite end to the star guest announcer one which I can only assume is for some tech direction stuff.

The warmup:

We were made to do all sorts of warmups like dancing, karaoke and stuff. The clip of the audience all waving used during the 'after the break' inserts was recorded here. We were also told the rules (no rude gestures if the camera goes to you, never stop smiling, laugh a lot) which are pretty similar to other shows. The unique instruction was to not 'grab or hug ant and dec' when they decend the steps, but we were allowed to high five etc. During each ad break we were also schooled on any call and response lines (ring my bell, Stephen, etc). After this he 'brought the boys out' and we all went wildcrazy, obvs. Then the main cast all took a big end of series photo together.

When dec was walking up the stairs to get into position a woman in the audience grabbed him and said something like 'I went to school with you'???? it was really fucking awkward because he sort of blanked and everyone else our column was just sort of staring. Such a weird place to accost him for a reunion, he handled it with grace but it was rude as hell imo.

The guy in charge told us to turn off our phones and not take any photos, but I set mine to silent and audio recorded the whole show lol.

I hardly noticed when we actually went live, since we were so busy doing all these other tasks it still felt like a rehearsal. Made me way less nervous than I was in the queue!

The show:

You saw this so I won't go into much! Ant and Dec were only slightly amplified to us, so we had to stop cheering to hear what they were saying. They both looked insanely beautiful. They also looked tiny.

During the happiest minute the presenters would stay for a little bit longer with the person they rewarded, to say congrats etc. I think Andi Peters and Fleur took the most time and Mulhern took the least lol.

Whenever they go to someone at home the autocue says DEC (SKYPE) which I found funny

With regards to improvising around the autocue script, Mulhern did it the most, then Andi > Dec > Ant > Fleur > Rob > Jordan. Overall Jordan looked very shy and out of his depth lol, I wanted to tell him he was doing great

Ant didn't seem to enjoy watching himself on screen at all, and would generally grimace/look away. Dec would laugh at the things he himself said LOL

During the ad breaks Ant and Dec would run off to have five minutes backstage with each other. When they didn't, they'd stand around together while talking to the director and others

At one point where we in the studio thought we weren't live, they shared a private joke and kissed each other on each cheek. I thought I'd imagined it but somehow @quicklyandrogynousfox-blog caught it!!

They seemed to stand a lot closer when off camera which made me go insane

At the end when Busted (!!!!) were setting up, Mulhern strode up to them and started chatting. Jordan kind of milled about behind him like he wanted to join in, but after a few false starts he just sort of stared at his feet 😭 ily jordan

(I didn't realise Busted were British, sorry guys)

Ant and Dec came back at the end to say that tonight was their favourite episode! Afterwards a few words were said about Paul O'Grady, because a lot of the crew had worked with him over the years and were finding the news hard.

Other bits and peices/my own diseased analysis:

Dec was very dec-like lol, when ant quickly moved into position at the top of the steps, Dec stopped to wave and shake everyone's hands like he was the queen or something. He loves giving and receiving attention lol, ant was much more reserved

Stephen's behaviour correlated with what others who've met him irl have said, in that he's basically two different people. His TV persona is very loud and comic but literally as soon as the camera is off him (like in the happiest minute) he goes super shy and looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Fleur is a laugh, I like Fleur

Rob seemed quite scared of how enthusiastic the audience were

During the undercover both ant and dec laughed whenever rylan would say something vaguely diva-ish. Ant didn't laugh as much as dec did, who really got the giggles.

I think that's it! Thanks/sorry for reading so much.

#fruity little smoothie #cris is talking tag

[ejfurbish]

hi, i adore your customs so much! ^^ i've been having trouble finding clear eye chips that fit 1998 furbies properly (14mm ones weren't thick enough and fell off even with glue). i was wondering where you got your eye chips from, or if you have a different process

Hello! Thank you so much! That means a lot ❤️!

Unfortunately almost every glass eye chips I have found online have had some issues. 🫠🫠🫠 So there isn't a "perfect" purchase out there. They are either over priced, came broken, or were too thick where the eyelids couldn't shut.

However, these were the best and closest options on Amazon I could find, they are the closest size (they're a little small but it's not noticeable) and most weren't too thick, but it only is for about 20 of them/purchase and that's if all of them are the right height;

With glass bead replacements I always make sure to place the glass beads into the sockets before gluing just to make sure that they fit and aren't too thick. Typically though you can tell just by looking at them and I recommend always doing this even with the above link, because each piece is a different size and some may be a lil' too big!

But honestly? Sometimes I don't want to bother using glass ones because like you had said they are hard to stay glued in. So what you can also do is soak the original eyecaps in some acetone! I soak mine for a few hours, take them out, and with a Qtip I lightly brush off the paint. Once the Qtip isn't releasing anymore of the paint you put it back in the acetone and wait. It takes some time and I learned there's about 4 layers of paint to go through. Then once it's all clear you just wash it with soap and water and let air dry. They should be clear and have some of the line engravings in them still which can make a cool eye texture for the furby! This also will reduce waste! So I highly recommend doing this method as well if the eyes weren't damaged by removal!

I did this method for my Succubus Furby Aggie and I absolutely love the line engravings;

And as for glue I am still figuring out the best method! I know that either glue you use you should always seal the eye design with something. Either clear spray paint finish or mod podge just to make sure that the design won't be damaged by the glue from the eyechip (Because no air can go between it so this sometimes causes the eye design to bleed and it makes for a mess under the eyechips).

Modpodge works great to attach the eyechip to the eye sockets however I have had better luck with either Super Glue GEL or Hot Glue for gluing the eye chips to the eye pattern! Hot glue it just hard to not make a mess with and you have to be fast or it'll dry and be too thick. I always place a small drop in the center of the eye design and then quickly put the eye chip ontop and push it down. This spreads the glue across the pattern for a clearer look. But be careful to not burn yourself and if you are using glass chips they also can get really hot. Also air bubbles can be your enemy so make sure there are enough glue sticks that won't cause it to sputter out and make air bubbles!

But realistically. My fav is still Super Glue Gel. It just gives a smoother look and dries quickly without moisture. So for me personally I do the following method;

Mod podge to seal the design -> Let Dry -> Super Glue Gel drop on design and then press eye chip onto it -> Let it dry over night -> Mod podge/Super Glue whole eye chip w/ design into sockets. -> Let cure for a day -> Use alcohol to clean off any clouding on top of eyechip that may occur from the super glue.

I hope this helps!!!!

#furby #i will not apologize for posting about furbys #furby talk #custom furby #asks #furby custom #fueby turorial

[eve-be-sleep-deprived]

How do you get such nice shots in captura? I wanna get better at it could you share some tips? Been trying to figure it out but I admit I'm not the most knowledgeable in photography etc.

Well.... It's a bit of a complicated process and it relies very very much on personal preference. Much like with any type of art there are different styles that each individual artist will gravitate toward. I can only show you how I do things, so I'd recommend asking other Captura folks on here about their own styles to see where our processes and preferences differ.

I'll also include some extremely helpful videos at the bottom, they go extremely in depth as to best practices and technical exploits.

Alright, lets get started with the background stuff... the tools! ReShade: Shader injection, a MUST if you want to take dynamic and customized captura without using a program like Photoshop to do everything in post.

SRWE: Simple Runtime Window Editor.... the god among programs... It's an upscaler, allowing you to increase the resolution of the game beyond the bounds of your monitor. It's how I was able to get 15K panoramas at one point in time.

Any image editing software. Since I rely mainly on compositing to get the lighting I do, I need something to overlay and mesh the images with. I use GIMP cuz it's free, but even Microsoft Paint will work as soon as it add the ability to layer images.

Those are the tools... what about the tactics?

Well, I generally prefer moodier shots with the Warframe being the central focus (though, that's also the side effect of me cropping the image). Just a note! Moody doesn't mean dark, moody is the enigmatic space between dark and light where there is more dark than light... but there's still a good amount of light to be had. Occasionally you can have overexposure in a moody shot even.

Important to note, the overall exposure level of the environment, even is the scene lighting is low, will effect how brightly your Warframe can be lit. Both the Scene Light and Exposure sliders need to be fine-tuned otherwise you won't be able to light your Warframe at all.

Now, for shot composition I prefer low angles with either a cluttered but familiar/recognizable background, or a simple but abstract background. The Subject, be it a Warframe, an enemy, or an NPC, reside in the center with their feet out of shot.

Like so:

Each of these shots also demonstrate well the way I like to pose my subjects: Symmetry and.... not... not symmetry. The official term for this is Contrapposto, which is Italian for Counterpoise. Basically, even though the Wisp is sedentary, her body is still giving off the impression of movement based on how her waist is curving and hips are tilted, forming a loose 'S' shape. There's a handful of animation sets, Khora (Urushu) Noble, Mesa Noble, and Wisp Noble are excellent for this.

Some examples:

But... what about the lighting? This is where things get technical. So, the standard Captura's three-point lighting system is generally inadequate at properly lighting the entire Warframe. This is where compositing enters the picture, in a very literal sense. Each of these shots, shown above, are composites of between two and four separate images, each with different lighting angles. I actually have an example I made for an earlier explanation made already (thank goodness)

Getting the different lighting angles is really simple, just rotate the 3-way lighting without moving the camera. Then you overlay them in some photo editing software and just start going layer by layer, erasing bits of the topmost layer to reveal your desired highlights or shadows from the shot underneath.

Don't feel obligated to do this compositing process though! Sometimes the 3-way lighting works perfectly well for a shot or environment, don't feel obligated to complicate this process.

And this segues in nicely to the final part of the shot-making process, post-processing and fog layers.

Now, fog layers are important to the overall appearance and vibe of my Captura. They add texture the image that the game doesn't impart naturally, removing large swathes of solid color from the background and foreground. An added bonus is that the added texture makes the image look somewhat better (imo) when compressed, or when viewed at lower resolutions.

The same image with and without Fog

This shot contains two individual fog layers, one in the foreground, washing out the foliage, giving the general uniformity of it texture and implied depth, it also serves to cover up the manual blurring I did (poorly) around his legs. Then there's the background Fog, which is the deeper blue you see in the sky. It adds a more dynamic air to the generally dour set of greys. And, again, the fog is just something I personally like to add, even if it doesn't serve a practical purpose in a shot. No shade if someone feels the fog ruins the shot, I almost always keep a fog-free version about.

After the fog is added, blended, and blurred slightly, I will apply a few gentle blurring filters to remove any jarring or jagged pixelation from the shot, giving the Frame a somewhat smoother appearance and reducing the file-size dramatically.

That's just how I do it though, it's not a particularly popular style, but it's how I do it and how I love to do it! :3 Remember to ask around, I'm sure there's lotsa Captura Artists out there willing to explain their methods and processes.

Helpful vids! How to Captura by Vash Cowaii Hotsampling in Warframe for High Res Shots by PurpleFlurp

good luck, and happy snapping!

#warframe #captura #warframe tag #warframe captura #sorry for writing an essay... sometimes I don't know when to shut up #-_-

[aroacewitch04]

I just watched the Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir movie and I have a lot of thoughts about it (Spoilers below!! Be warned!!)

I want to focus on both the positives and the negatives of the movie so let's start with the Meh:

The movie was good but it felt like it was lacking something. And what it lacked was more screentime for Adrien (At least that's what I think). The movie felt like it was just a Ladybug movie instead of a Ladybug AND Chat Noir one.

Adrien's characterization felt different from the show, he was more of a mysterious loner type, with his Chat Noir alter-ego being more ego-centric. While I don't really mind this characterization for him, I just think that maybe they should've shown us more of him and what I mean by that is the kind aspect of his character (Something the movie failed to show since only Marinette being chosen to be Ladybug was given justification, meanwhile Adrien was only chosen to be Chat Noir for no good reason other than a ring randomly appearing in his room.) His character felt more selfish because of the movie's failure to show us more of his character. If I'm honest, the one thing the show did better than the movie was showing Adrien's kindness.

The movie also focused more on Ladynoir bond and there were barely any scenes that showed us their relationship with each other as Adrien and Marinette. If their relationship as Marinette and Adrien was explored more, the reveal at the end probably wouldn't have felt...How do I put this...Underwhelming.

Hawkmoth's characterization, I don't mind either. I actually liked it, which is something I'll expand on later, but I failed to understand how his powers in this movie worked. He just keeps people locked in his evil villain basement to akumatize?? And it's never addressed again. The ending also doesn't show what happens to him after he surrenders. We don't know where he is or what happened, so I'm guessing they're trying to set up for a sequel.

The movie also failed to give justice to Ladybug's power which is creation...Ladybug never uses her lucky charm to fix Paris and all the destruction is left for the civilians to clean up...Ladybug's power is literally CREATION while Chat Noir is destruction. They're supposed to be each other's halves. How can you only show destruction but not creation??

I wasn't really a fan of the musical aspect of the movie but I did like the visuals in every song.

Lastly, the pacing felt messy and there were some parts where I had my eyebrow raised because I was so confused on what was going on.

For the positives:

The visuals and animation were stunning. SOMEONE GIVE THOSE ANIMATORS A RAISE.

I think Adrien wearing earphones a lot gives some kind of depth to his character, and I admire how he stands up to his father near the climax despite his father trying to reach out to him. I also loved the scene with him listening to careless whisper after Ladybug's rejection while his father causes the goddamn apocalypse. It was hilarious and it added a new layer to his character which is him being an absolute dork.

The adrienette was lacking but I do like how Marinette is able to have a full conversation with him without having her nervousness and clumsiness around him being exaggerated. I like that Adrien is able to open up to her about his mother even though the scene was just a short part of a montage that focused more on their hero identities. It may be short but it did tell us that he trusts her enough to confide in her.

Gabriel Agreste's younger photo with Emilie had me hollering. LIKE THEY DID THIS MAN NO JUSTICE LMFAOO. I do like that he's more sympathetic and caring towards Adrien and immediately gave up when he realized he was hurting his son the whole time. In the show he would've just thrown his son and continued on with stealing the ring instead of surrendering. In the movie it's made more clear that he's doing this all of this out of grief for his dead wife and his neglectful behavior towards Adrien was only a result of it. Even if he's a shit father, he still cares and even tries to reach out to his son, something Hawkmoth in the show would never do.

The chemistry between Ladybug and Chat Noir was also great. I really REALLY LOVED the banter between them both and I find it endearing that Chat Noir calls Ladybug 'Watermelon' instead of the usual 'My Lady'. Ladybug jokingly calling him 'Fleabag' in response was the cherry on top of their dynamic as Ladynoir. The play fighting between them made me like their dynamic more since it was cute. It really felt like they were close friends who've grown comfortable with each other.

So yeah, that's all my thoughts on the movie. I don't know why I wasted so much time typing this, maybe it's because I wasn't really satisfied with it but it did have some good to it. All in all, if I were to rate it out of 10, I'd give it a 6.5/10.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug awakening #miraculous ladybug movie #mlb movie spoilers #ml movie spoilers #miraculous awakening #ml spoilers #movie review #miraculous movie #miraculous movie spoilers

[myragewillendworlds]

Long random rant, but: I can't stand when people parade thoughts around as "progressive" that are actually completely fucking discriminatory.

Just saw a woman unironically state (once again, nothing new here) that all men are dangerous, and all men are responsible for all acts of violence that the minority commits against women. For some reason, these statements were held up as the 'good' way of thinking, while the man who replied to point out that, maybe, it's insane to think of half the planet's population as inherently dangerous for no good reason at all, gets branded as an "incel".

People will try to make this language less sexist by saying "cishet men" instead, even though that only adds layers of discrimination. What makes you think you can tell cisgender men from transgender men, or bisexual/gay men from straight men so easily? I thought only TERFs were arrogant and transphobic enough to uphold the belief that there is such an instantly visible difference, but the self-proclaimed "progressives" who think themselves the warriors of morality are no less transphobic with their continued othering of transgender men. I've lost count of the amount of times I've seen people call transgender people "cis" for disagreeing with them – or simply not being able to tell.

"B-But the cishet male socialization!" Because you know what each individual was raised like? Every single woman was raised to be submissive and demure, every single man was raised to be a raging narcissist? You don't know how people are raised, what shaped them, what they've learned and been through. Childhood abuse, neglect, bullying and many other adverse childhood experiences are astronomically rampant, and affect everyone differently. You have no way to state that, just because someone was born with a penis, they were raised Exactly Like This to become Exactly Like That.

Lastly…….the fucking whining about the "patriarchy". No one whines more about living in a patriarchy than well-off, privileged Western women. Talk to a woman from Iran or Afghanistan and then shut the fuck up about your "oppression" or how having a creep in your social media inbox means you live in a "rape culture". Yes, there is such a thing as a patriarchy in some parts of the world – but you aren't living in it, which is why you get to be a raging sexist cunt on the internet under a profile with your real name and photo and experience not only no consequences for it, but actively have people around you admire you for it.

#making (false) assumptions about people = manipulating and fabricating narratives in your favor #get some fucking therapy if you think that's normal

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

We're down to the last hour of LGBT+ Pride Month! Even if it's down to the wire, though, we're not done yet! It's time for our very last:

Clive Update: Pride Edition!!!!

(Brought to you by the Naranja-Uva GSU! Even if McDonphan's pride logo goes away tomorrow, we're here all year, spreading more rainbows than a Ho-oh after a rainstorm!)

Today's guest is... hey, Penny, who did you schedule? ...Penny?

Uhuhu... Ahahahaha-ha! We're flipping the script today, folks! Witness the true might of Team Star's founder, Cassiopeia-- No, with all seriousness, who did you schedule. ...YOU, dummy! Get over here! Huh- wha-- Today's very special guest is... Clive. Coincidentally, I could only get this old photo of Director Clavell for today. Sorry, "bro".

Penny, this is vexation, why are we-- You got to interview me, I'm getting even. Was the fanfiction not enough? That wasn't getting even! You're the worst! That was me sharing true literature with you! Geez, you really don't get anything, old man... I suppose there was something literary underneath it all... Though I pegged you as more of a "tech whiz", as it were. I mean, o-obviously I'm a tech genius. Duh. But Team Star's founder has complexity! Layers! Like an onion! (Not that you'd even get that cringe old reference...) Such "anime protagonist" energy. I applaud you. ...Ugh, okay, I'm just starting the interview! You're worse than my dad... What does Pride mean to you, "Cool Kid Clive"? ...As you said in your interview, Penny, "Pride" is something that has evolved drastically since I was once young. Huuuuh? I thought you were, like, super young and hip-- Ah, apologies, Penny. I appear to have switched places with Clive at some point. ...I was staring at you the whole time. Spiritual channeling. It's one of Clive's hobbies. What, did you go and kick the bucket while I wasn't looking or something? Who's out here channeling the living-- Okay, okay, we can drop the kayfabe for one interview. Is that acceptable? Heh. Penny wins again~* Why did your glasses start shining when you pushed them up...? Arceus, you confuse me at times. Regardless... As I was saying, Pride is something that has evolved drastically even over the past several decades. I wish desperately I had the online resources available at one's fingertips as a teen that you all do now. And such a supportive environment, as well. I suppose that is part of my desire to understand and share space with all of you youth! The rebels of this age shine just as bright, if not brighter, than those of my age. Even if they don't wear pompadours, or call things "bodacious", or listen to their music on Walkmons... and more and more, you all do not have to hide your difference from the norm! How wonderful a world. And I hope, with all of my heart, I can support each and every one of my students in bringing about such a world. That would be a most great treasure. Clavell... that's so... I don't know what to say... Wait, ohmigosh, did you have a boyfriend????? I do not trust the way in which you asked that question, but yes...? Oh my ARC, tell me everything. Absolutely not. Wow, Clavell, I can't believe you're denying a request of an LGBTQ student during Pride Month. Real progressive of you. I--what does this have to do with anything??? Uh--everything? Duh. I'm trying to understand the experiences of my LGBT elders! Fine. Fine. One day. Yessssss. That aside... this Pride Month has been lovely, everyone! Tomorrow, we break ground on our new elevators, in a quite wonderfully convenient coincidence with Disability Pride Month! See you soon!

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #clivespiration #suggestive #//in by the bell lmao.

[the-enzyme]

Because I am not an obsessive nut job, I repainted my 1:6 scale 3D artist resin-cast Leon S. Kennedy head sculpt for the millionth time! Here’s how he’s looking so far. I thought I was done, after a few hours of work over the weekend (3-day-for-a-few-hours-each, to be precise). He still needs to be sealed with a few layers of MSC matte and a single one of gloss in between, then have his eyes glossed and “domed.” 

I felt like I was happy with how he looked while I was working on him. I tried really hard to match him to his DAMtoys LSK2R body, which is grey-toned, as are all 1:6 action figure bodies. But his rubbery upper torso is painted to be sunburned-red, so that was a challenge. Mentally more than anything, I kept wanting to make him golden tanned, because that’s what Leon appears to be (or might just be me), in OGRE4. However, that’s not even remotely close to the body’s coloring. >_>;; I might tone down the reds on his cheeks, just so he doesn’t look like he’s flushed or wearing blush, my worst nightmare! DX The reds are not so harsh IRl, but until I become a master photographer, I have to attempt not making my toys look like they might be wearing make up (I am not a fan of the look).

I am not planning on displaying him nude, so there’s no reason to actually match him to the body. Yet, I have no clue when I’ll get to sew his default (OG) RE4 5.11 tactical shirt for him. So, I’ll probably be taking photos of him shirtless for a whole while longer, and that’ll mean that he’ll look crappier with crap paint apps and worse off, not matching his “default” body. Until I decide to get another floating DAMtoys nude body, and see if I like the coloring better. I am tempted to steal my current repainted Ken’s body, because that’s a bit less of an eyestrain (fake) tanned color -- at least, he doesn’t appear to be heavily sunburned. I don’t know how 1:6 action figure developers decide on painting flesh tones on their grey-toned plastic bodies, but the ones I own so far, are questionable at best. DX

I still feel like I suck at painting these, but I am still enjoying learning how to do it properly. Despite also feeling like the more I learn, the less I do a reasonably decent job at it. T__T;; I also feel like I might have to mod this head, even if I kind of refuse to, because I only own this one head, and I don’t want to regret it afterward. There’s just no helping that many things weren’t sculpted accurately, particularly the eyes and eye-area, since that is a major feature that makes a character look like themselves. However, there’s also the eyebrows, and the length of the face, the mouth, and the least off the hair. I can’t change much of the length of the face, without losing proportions of the head as a whole, but I am tempted to sand the eyebrows off, because they are so wrong and placed so much higher than Leon’s, at any angle from which you can look at him from in the game (or FMV), it’s not even funny. The more I “learn,” about painting 1:6 heads, the more frustrating it is to look at him (without wanting to mod the dickens out of him!!). >_<;;

#LeonSKennedy #LeonKennedy #LeonScottKennedy #WIP #Repaint #DollRepaint #FigureRepaint #ToyCustomization #RE4 #ResidentEvil4 #OGRE #OGRE4 #Biohazard4 #VideoGameCharacter #Fanart #3DSculpted #ArtistCast #Onesixth #1:6 #ActionFigure #HeadSculpt #3DHeadSculpt

[cliffburton]

ex. for the most part remants of the vessel by faetooth sounds like photos and quick videos on top of each other in a layering way, actually let me list it

(iii) moribund is the intro to saturn devouring his son, sdhs makes me feel far too many things so i'm gonna write that down later.

(i) naissance as the intro to echolalia is like slow brush strokes to build a layer for the song, i find the division tasteful

echolalia is the one with the fuller photos and the movements are chaotic on the chorus and ending but steady and even square like (like a square falling down) for the rest of the track. oh also the end feels like a circle maze like the echo from being driven insane. it also feels very golden/brown which i guess is what they intended

la sorcière sounds very very witchy there's black smoke since the beginning of the song and it keeps building up til it suffocates you, and it's only released when the song ends and the rain walks you to the next song, the shapes are usually sharp and the movement feels symmetrical for the most part except for some flashing images. i've seen some minutes of belladonna of sadness and they captured not really the colors or art style of it (don't think they were going for it either) but they 100% capture the pain and the psychedelic ish changes of the film. i think this is a VERY purple track, ofc, it's witchy with some reds (esp on the intro), some few silver daggers and some very loose gold, but maybe that's just me projecting my personal fave colors LOL.

she cast a shadow has that typical dragging movement of doom and it's nicely contrasted with shiny textures of the guitar intro and that section before the "all her wrath..." section, a lot less sharp, it also feels very very horizontal, related to that dragging feeling. sometimes it feels like it's crushing something.

then there's (ii) limbo which is really the resolution to she cast a shadow, and i think it's a similar situation to it with some changes. first, it feels like it's underwater, like it's drowning, at some point i can see hairs flowing in water and it also makes me think of art nouveau hair. it sounds very dark cyan + bright red (dk if it's red with a blue undertone or yellow undertone tho i'm however leaning to yellowish). it also kinda reminds me of a cosmic horror feel with the whole cosmos-deep sea relationship

remains feels like a movie at moments, light colors used in a heavy way, i like it, it's desaturated at times but i mean it in a good way, and it can be hard to make a track with desaturated colors sound to this good. it feels rosey sometimes but it's also very gray. movement feels concave and the texture is ash-like. not very discernible but i love that there's mystery to it, like the colors in a black and white photo, up to interpretation. very floaty too but not in a levitating way nor in a cloud way, more like in a fabric way, or like sand in the wind. some fog to it but it's not really heavy. oh and i love the bass line at the beginning. dragging down, it's more on the vertical movement side, but there's some crazy diagonals here and these.

discarnate !!!!!!! more on the average doom end of things but I think that's precisely what makes it stand out on the album. thundering, and fleshy, very flesh-like. it also reminds me of the moon. very silver, then. scythe-like def. rough texture def. but that's a given i feel. def rainy too. OH ALSO the ending riff makes me think of the bridge riff in sabbath bloody sabbath

strange ways,,,,,,,, also somewhat film-like, like a 70s artistic interpretation of some romance story, ig that exists but i'm not in the mood to look it up. sharper and clearer than remains, orangey tbh, but in a somber way. early morning golden hour on a cloudy day maybe. regretful. sunny in a very sad way but not in the way that makes me dissociate. sunny in a way i haven't seen the sun.

#incantations

[alligatorjesie]

So today I thought I would do something different than my normal posts that consist of furry reylo porn or yelling at antis to get the fuck out of the tags to show off some of my plants.

Because there are fewer things I love more than reylo or being furry trash and that’s plants.

This is a terrarium I put together about a month ago after finding this wonderful glass jar at an antique market. I think they were asking 15ish bucks for it and the only work I had to do was apply a few coats of polyurethane to the bottom of the lid so moisture wouldn’t fuck up the wood.

They’re incredibly simple to put together. Everything you’d need to make one is generally laying around your house already. The biggest concern is the dirt itself since it could be harboring bacteria or pests that can be a headache at best or completely destroy all your hard work at worst. It’s a good idea to sterilize it but that shit is as simple as putting it into bakeware and cooking it. I use the baking method in an oven but you can also use a microwave so I’ve been told.

Both processes require you add enough water to make sure the materials are damp but not soaking wet since the steaming is a huge part of the sterilization process.

Originally I had some wood features inside the terrarium along with a nice little mushroom shelf for the air plant to sit on but my sterilization process for wood needs some work. The dirt sterilized fine but whatever fungus is in the wood I collected couldn’t be stopped with boiling or baking since a week after installing it they started to grow a fine hairlike fungus that aggressively coated everything it touched. Currently the air plant is just sitting on some rocks I put in there while I troubleshoot that issue.

The elf thyme and strawberry begonia are both plants I have in regular pots up in the attic so I just took cuttings and planted them.

All of my moss is collected locally, some of it from my own yard and I encourage it’s growth anywhere I feel it might flourish. Maybe one day with enough love and care my yard will consist entirely of violets, clover, and thick luxurious moss.

My partner feeds into my plant lust far too often and bought me the jewel orchid as a gift which I am forever grateful for. Photos do not do this plant justice. It almost looks like someone brushed gold sparkle mica powder delicately into the veins and the sunlight makes it glimmer like the skin of a killer Bella.

The long plant that I may or may not have correctly identified as an inch plant/wandering jew was gifted to me as a very small cutting so I had no idea how tall it would get so quickly. Like I said I only put this terrarium together a few weeks ago and the cuttings were level to the dirt layer. It’s probably not going to stay in here as it’s trying desperately to crawl out of the terrarium and honestly would probably look nicer in a hanging pot.

Neat textures on the leaves though.

Now the smaller glass terrarium was put together about a year ago and is very well established. I call it my baby terrarium because it’s filled with babies from some of my other plants.

The air plant in this terrarium is around 5 years old now, so hardly a baby anymore but she’s still a baby to me. That reddish color she’s getting on the tips of her leaves means she’s reaching maturity and will soon flower and make pups of her own. Air plants don’t require pollination to make pups so if your patient enough your air plants will give you babies.

This terrarium is made up of my orchid’s baby that took quite the effort to produce, which is a fun story for another day.

And a baby from one of the air plants.

Originally when I pulled this baby off the momma I paired it with a small chunk of wood I had collected from a morel mushroom hunt that had a neat moss growing on it in a open jar. Besides general maintenance and care I didn’t separate the two from each other for weeks at a time and in good bromeliad fashion the pup grew aerial roots she immediately used to anchor herself to the bark chunk. I cannot separate them without damaging the anchors not that I would ever have a reason to.

The roots on these plants don’t serve a parasitical purpose. They are legit just there to allow them to anchor into the tree crotches (lol crotch) so they don’t get blown to the ground during storms. Most air plants grow on host trees in the wild without the need for dirt. If you ever find yourself in the southern parts of North America/northern parts of South America look for them hanging out on tree branches and you may find a few growing wild in their natural habitats.

It does make the watering process quite comical since I can’t remove the wood and moss bit I have to chuck the whole thing into a jug of water for a few minutes. The moss doesn’t seem to mind.

We do this once a week, with spritzing from a spray bottle in between those waterings. Along with my gentle affirmation that they are both good babies are they’re growing so well.

And that concludes this long post about some of my plants. For now.

Meow if you’ll excuse me I must return to my other passions which is reylo and furry dongs.

#My plants #plantblr #terrarium #Air plants #orchids #jewel orchid #moss

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“Self Care 2022″ - self-shot on Google Pixel

I was so thrilled to find out that this piece I sent off to the Tucson Erotic Arts Show got a home. It’s always an incredible feeling to know someone resonated with your art so much that they wanted to take it home with them - and every piece you make has part of you, your soul in it. But it’s especially touching when the piece they take home means so much to you on so many levels.

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In the TEAS piece, I only included two photos from this 3 photo set I took in my humble apartment’s bathroom (the 2nd and 3rd photo from the set of three in this post), but I had originally intended on framing all 3 (and I still might, so keep an eye out for that). But each photo tells a different part of the story:

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After a long day of being human - working, running errands, feeling overworked and overwhelmed, I drew myself a bath. But not one of those “ahh, yes, I am luxuriating” baths. More like the kind of bath you take when you just want to melt the whole day off of you. The kind of bath where you sink deep into the tub and just feel your existence, suspended in time and small waves. No real thoughts or concerns passing through your mind...just existing. I took deep heavy sighs; I let the water wash over me. I sank to the bottom and felt my weight, along with the weight of everything else hanging over me...

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And as this feeling permeated my bathroom, I felt the need to capture it. Because the feeling is so universal, isn’t it? That feeling of shedding your skin at the end of a long day or the feeling of trying to find and reclaim time for yourself in a world constantly demanding your performance and attention. But we never really see those moments - we assume people have them, but usually, all we see is someone before and after those moments come and pass. But I wanted to share that moment via these photos - a reminder that  it’s normal to feel them/you aren’t the only one who does.

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So I grabbed my phone, paused the moody jam I had been playing, and set up my timer to capture my feelings in the moment. You know artists: every kind of moment or emotion is ripe for creating with or from. And whatever you create doesn’t have to be made with the most expensive, highest quality materials or dramatic set-ups and planning....sometimes spontaneously seeing or feeling a moment and using what you have can make a piece that speaks volumes. I think the fact that these were taken on my phone add another layer of realness and genuineness, which I didn’t think about or realize until later.

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Not too long ago, someone asked me the question, “When did you decide you were just going to take dope photos with your tatas out?” And I had a chuckle before explaining that a lot of the time, when I appear nu.de or partially nu.de in photos, it isn’t just for a sexual gaze. I think that’s part of the importance of art spaces that allow for artists to use their bodies to tell stories or just be themselves. Because there is more to the naked body than just sex.

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A lot of the time, my nudity speaks to the  strength or vulnerability of the subject I’m portraying. And in “Self-Care 2022″, vulnerability was the main theme in more ways than one. These were photos of me feeling, exactly what they portray: A worn-out, tired, overwhelmed individual doing their best to “self-care” their worries away. As important as self-care is, it can be hard for some of us to actually engage in it. Or when we do, we aren’t necessarily doing it joyfully as much as we’re doing it as a last resort. “I don’t know man. I’m overwhelmed as hell. Guess I’ll just...take a bath.” 

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Along with that emotional vulnerability, these photos are also real photos of *me*: Jessie Lovejoy, the person, not just a character she created. They’re photos of a real artist in a real moment, in a real place, feeling real things. And as I said previously, it means a lot any time someone chooses to take your work home with them. But this piece in particular is the closest I’ve come to showing who I “really am” on camera and is genuinely a piece of my soul behind a couple planes of glass. So I’m honored, am grateful, and give all my love to the person who saw something in this piece and resonated with it, maybe even saw themselves in it - so much so, they decided they needed it in their home. 

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Thank you for seeing me, understanding me, and validating me and the feelings I had that created this piece. And as always, thank you to TEAS for allowing me to share pieces of myself with your gallery. And if you want to see this photo unscribbled and all that, head to my Gallery/Dance Site to see it raw and in all its grumpy glory.

#creatives #Black artists #vulnerability #mental health #art #digital photography #camera photo #self care