#~feel free to skip lol

[mortalfollies]

9 Favourite Albums - Choose 9 & then tag 9 people! Or you can do nine singles or EPs, whatever lol.

Tagging @cactus-bag @catsafari25 @labyrinthal @sleeeepy-demon @retourne-toi-eurydice @belladonnafey @scorpius-rising @cry4judas @atuans @nicey-sandokan @evyes no obligations feel free 2 ignore

Albums listed (and me rambling) under the cut

TIME - ELO: my mum's favourite album that i first Properly listened to when i was 13. it's just the best sci-fi concept album ever....i love you jeff!!

13 Tales of Love & Revenge - The Pierces: sexy indie duo, most known for the song Secret, which isn't even in the top 5 of the best songs of the album. a treasure from when i was 11, and just figuring out i like girls.

Greatest Hits - The Eagles: again, my mum's interests becoming my own. it was really hard to pick between this and Long Road Out of Eden, but ultimately the greatest hits r that for a reason.

Laurel Hell - Mitski: my fave mitski album, heat lightning is underappreciated!!! and yeah just. its about solitude. recognition but not in the way you wanted or expected. emotional rollercoaster. im not eloquent enough to describe it and mitski does it better in under 2 minutes anyway.

Strange Trails - Lord Huron: again another hard toss between this and long lost but st wins out purely bc the transitions rule, and meet me in the woods + the yawning grave make me crazyyyy. so happy i got to hear those live in jan. lord huron is like what if a cowboy was also a ghost. thats the only way i can describe it.

Electra Heart - Marina and the Diamonds: i am not immune to music i heard at 12 years old. shame she's never made anything as good as this again.

Are We Having Fun Yet? - Black/Colin Vearncombe: another one of mum's. She found this guy when someone at Sanity was playing the album over the store speakers. loved it ever since, and introduced it to me. wistful ballads, jazzy touches, a little bit sexy.

Coyote Stories - The Crane Wives: this was a 2016-18 discovery maybe? i just know i was in school. im into folk indie i cant help it.

Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier: shout out to afro-elf for posting about movement n the whole ep, which is what spurred me to actually try this dude's music. and now i love him. but wasteland baby is immaculate: no skips, he roars in some songs and is as gentle as drizzle in others.

#i just thought this might be fun #Um also i thought i would tag ppl i don’t usually tag. hi. feel free to ignore this whole thing xx #u can just send me a thumbs down emoji or smth to opt out of me ever tagging u in anything again i wont be offended #i personally picked no-skip albums #ones that just missed the cut: ungodly hour - chloe x halle transcendental youth - tmg travelling wilbury's vol 1 purple rain - prince and #and the very best of the bee gees roy orbison tom petty fleetwood mac etc. oh and 1 fob album lol. #but these albums. these ARE me. essential #If you've read this far...you've unlocked a key 🔑 #key to my heart!! lmao ok bye

[reds-skull]

Revenant Side Stories:

Story I: Konchar

[Main Fic] [AO3]

I am back! Still drowning in uni work... but I wanted to get this out of my brain first.

I had a few ideas for oneshots for Revenant AU, from the POV of other characters, expanding on events detailed in the main fic and leading to part 2.

At this point it's obvious I'm going to write part 2 (I have too many nice ideas for it haha), but I think I'll do the new AU first, since it will probably be shorter and I'm excited about it rn. While doing that, I'll add more side stories. I already got a few ideas, but if you want to see someone specific, you can suggest them!

Now, let's get to Konchar's story...

Four soldiers lay motionless on the cracked pavement of Verdansk, the British flag on their tacvest almost blending with their blood.

Konchar wipes his brow. The air is much warmer here than he remembered. It’s been only a few months since he left, since he deserted his country for an ultranationalist Russian. He breathes in deeply, the settling dust from the short battle coating his lungs.

It was far too easy to kill the Brits. None of them were Revenants, and so all they had were guns and bullets. Those stopped working on him since he died.

Konchar examines his surroundings, looking for the fifth. He remembers well what Makarov has told him, the words etched in his mind with burning fear.

“Go to Verdansk. An SAS Squad has been tasked with bringing you in, but they do not know your revenant status.” The man held Konchar close, an almost gentle touch to the way he clasped his neck and pulled him closer, if not for his next words.

“One of them will be a revenant, and he will try to kill you. You must kill him first, Kirill. It is imperative for our goal that the British revenant is dead.” The hand on his neck tightens, and Konchar’s gaze fleets to Makarov’s eyes, their flat and dead quality sucking the air out of him.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Commander.”

Konchar pushes off the ground, looking back at the broken bodies he left behind one last time. They’re but a necessary sacrifice for a greater good, he tells himself. He has no doubts anymore, not since he began working under the Revenant of Fate himself.

Makarov knows best.

He searches methodically, the area not unfamiliar to him. This part of the city is mostly abandoned, underfunded construction projects left unfinished after one of the many economical collapses in Kastovia sunk its claws into his country. They have suffered far too long, with the world turning a blind eye.

As per Makarov’s orders, other Konni group soldiers wired a huge amount of explosives in one of the many crumbling buildings, a trap that Konchar initially thought failed when he heard the detonation going off while he was fighting the Brits.

He’s once again proven wrong, to ever question Makarov’s insight. Perhaps the bombs have taken care of the revenant for him. Still, he must confirm the kill.

The ruins are still burning when Konchar reaches the building, and he squints at the bright flames. No one can survive that, unless they have a supernatural immunity.

A trail in the dry earth catches his attention. Brown-red blood mixed with the dirt, tilling through like someone dragged themselves away from the devastation. Konchar flexes his hands, feeling the broken concrete answer to him and follow his will.

He walks along the path, winding around broken walls, until he finds a man, and he freezes.

The man has yet to notice him. Laying on the ground, he grasps at the cracked asphalt with torn fingernails, heaving and shaking. Seems like he didn’t have an immunity after all, perhaps a healing power of sorts.

It matters not. Won’t save the revenant now.

Konchar almost takes pity on the man, and decides to pull out his pistol. He barely uses guns anymore, but he kept this for sentimentality, of all things. It reminds him of a time when he still belonged with living beings.

He takes a step closer, and the man sharply turns. Bright blue eyes, bloodshot and open wide, stare at him. 

“You… you did this?”

Konchar tilts his head, “the explosion? One of my colleagues.”

The man lowers his gaze to Konchar’s pistol, “and… my squad?”

The safety clicks off, “Mine.”

The soldier stares down the barrel for a single moment, before lunging at Konchar with a growl.

“YOU FUCKIN’-”

Konchar shoots his head. The body crashes back down. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

His gut churns. Something feels… wrong. How did the soldier know his squad was dead?

He sighs, turning to leave. He can ponder it over on the flight back, for now, he still has to extract and relay to Makarov that the revenant is dead.

Ribbons appear out of thin air and bind him in place. Konchar frowns at them. If they’re here, that means his Reaper-

“Not dead not dead not dead NOT DEAD.”

Konchar barely swings around before the ribbons pull him forward, and from the edge of his vision he can see…

The revenant, hands bursting with fire.

An animalistic scream tears through the air, and for the first time since he was alive, Konchar feels unadulterated horror.

Konchar grasps at the concrete chunks he trailed behind him, flinging them at the rage-full soldier. 

The man sneers, clawing his way through them, hands leaving charred remains as they explode the ruins to dust. Konchar has to scramble back when they swipe at him, barely getting out of their way. 

The air around them burns, each inhale he takes scorches his throat. In the back of his head, Konchar knows he can win this fight. This man is no different to the tanks, the jet fighters, the armies he felled.

And yet, his body screams at him to run away. Just please, run far away.

But Makarov rings through his memories, and Konchar remembers he is a soldier, the most powerful revenant of the East.

And this man cannot be allowed to live.

Konchar drags his arms forward, bringing with him an avalanche of iron and stone and dirt, burying the unnatural flame of this hellish revenant.

But the soldier continues to burn, shatter, decimate all in his path.

That is fine. They’re in a forest of buildings. Konchar has enough ammunition to destroy dozens of revenants the likes of him.

He cannot lose this fight.

His arms burn. Not from fire but from his own powers. Pain shoots through his veins in a spidery web, in a way that would paralyze a weaker man.

Konchar started losing confidence as the minutes trickled by, as the world around him looked less and less like the city he used to know, and more like hell. And if this is hell, the revenant in front of him must be the devil himself, reigning over the broken land.

Konchar throws another building at him, only for the soldier to wave it aside as if it was nothing. The explosions blind him momentarily, and then they’re back at it, Konchar walking backwards, throwing anything he could get a grasp on, and the soldier stepping closer, eradicating and destroying.

They have moved far enough that they’re close to the inhabited parts of Verdansk. If this goes on…

Konchar cannot imagine this man stopping after he wins against him. If Konchar dies, who says he won’t continue? Who says he won’t turn the entire city to his own hellscape?

No, this is an uncontrolled force, a rabid dog. He must be put down.

Yet, Konchar feels his power waning. No one else would stand a chance against this revenant. He needs to finish this, now.

Feeling at the closest building, he knows what he must do. Even if it pains him greatly to inflict this on his own people. Konchar prays they understand, in the life after this, why he had to. Why this is the lesser of evils.

Konchar snarls and drags a spasming hand, lifting a residential building, feeling the hundreds of beating hearts race within as they yell.

He screams at the revenant, “IF YOU DON’T STOP THIS, I’LL KILL ALL OF THEM!” his face twists, voice cracking, “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LET HUNDREDS OF INNOCENT CIVILIANS DIE, DO YOU?!”

The world slows for a heartbeat, as the revenant stills. 

For a heartbeat, Konchar feels victorious.

And in the next, the revenant charges at him, an inhuman shriek breaking through his throat.

Konchar, on instinct, blocks the monster with the building.

He feels dozens of bodies break in an instance, wails suffocated by ruin, living beings silenced and cut short.

Wide eyes, Konchar can only stare as this… beast tears through human lives as if they were dirt under his feet, uncaring of their pleas.

“You… You… Monster…..” he mutters.

Something within Konchar breaks. What he’s fighting against can’t be reasoned with. This is not a soldier with honor, a revenant with a reason, a man with faith.

This, this is a horror. Destruction personified, the darkest pit of human nature.

He grabs another building, desperation boiling over as Konchar swings another set of people to certain doom. He silently begs any Reaper watching for an answer, a way to defeat this demon.

How, how could he win?! How else could he fight, how do you put out this never-ending fire?!

Tears start tracking down his face, his chin wobbles as he hears screams choke and die. He can’t do this anymore. He can’t lead any more lives to slaughter. His body is tired, he is tired.

And so, Konchar lets go.

The revenant rushes forward, path no longer blocked, and Konchar feels a strange calm washing over him.

As the monster sends its burning palm to his head, Konchar is almost glad that it will be over soon. 

At least, he can rest. He won’t have to live in the same world as this beast.

Perhaps there is some humanity left to him, as Konchar’s heart twists. No, he won’t have to share a world with him, but everyone else will. And what kind of world can this devil bring, if not one of total chaos?

No. He can’t die here, to this demon. The world’s fate is on his shoulders, he MUST kill him.

“You can’t you can’t YOU CAN’T” a voice echos in his mind.

He begs, “Reaper… please. Lend me more power, let me defeat him. For the sake of the world!”

“I care not for it I care not for them I CANNOT HELP YOU.”

“Please-”

“Our deal Kirill OUR DEAL IS DONE.” his Reaper screams, “DEATH HAS COME. WE HAVE NO EARS FOR YOU NOW.”

“NO! REAPER!!!-”

As fingers curl around his skull, Konchar can feel his powers leaving him, the gift he received being pulled away.

And he remembers distant words, a false prophecy. Makarov is never wrong. It was not this revenant that was destined to die here, he realizes.

As fire brightens his vision, Konchar shuts his eyes.

And he curses, Makarov and Reapers and this monster, for letting him die.

As his skin breaks, and flames lick his bones, Konchar exhales.

And he mourns the world.

That it has to live with this man.

His head hurts, is the first coherent thought Soap can remember. It’s a sharp sort of pain, as if someone is scraping at it from the inside.

He blinks around, confused. Ruins and flames surround him. Where is he?

As Soap takes a step forward, his boots hit something. He looks down and jumps back when he understands what it is.

The body is so mangled, Soap didn’t register it at first, limbs thrown in odd angles, and its head…

Gone.

“What…” Soap mutters, automatically bringing a hand up to brush at his hair before stilling.

His breathing picks up when he watches fire dance around his fingertips, yet it doesn’t burn him. 

A moth, radiant and otherworldly, lands on his outstretched hand, and Soap instantly remembers.

Bombs, explosion, Reaper. His squad, dead, him, reborn for the sake of revenge. Konchar, the bullet, and-

“No…” Soap blinks, turning around, hyperventilating.

The world stares back, broken and bleeding. In the cracks and rubble, in the remains, a message is carved for him.

“This is your doing. This? Is your fault.”

“No…!”

The flames on his hands grow bigger, twin lights of the inferno around him.

“NO!”

Soap yells, but no one answers. There is no one left to answer.

He begs and cries. He pleads to the Reapers. 

“Please…not this… I didn’t… want this…..”

But his calls are left unheard.

In the hours to come, a squad will come find Soap, as they search for the missing team.

They will find no one else, nothing else but a terrible cradle, made of debris and dust, of innocent blood and splintered bones.

The birthing place of the Revenant of Destruction.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod soap #john soap mactavish #kirill konchar bogomolov #revenant au #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #this wont make sense unless you've read the main fic! #so if you dont feel like reading like 68k words feel free to skip this one lol #kirill my beloathed... if only you didnt listen to makarov man #this was fun to write bc i got to show how soap's enemies view him #a horrible monster :)

[darkerthanblack-666]

Jere's inspirational quotes, but one word in each of them is changed to "dick"

I'll play my own dicks. I don't know yet what they are, but I'll play them.

~ Jere Pöyhönen

Remember, if you follow me on ig or somewhere else, don't fucking take it so seriously. If you haven't noticed, I'm not taking dick so seriously

~ Jere Pöyhönen

You're holding that fucking dick in your hand all the time, throw it to hell

~ Jere Pöyhönen

New dick, new me, new yes.

~ Jere Pöyhönen

original versions here

#käärijä #I did that for lols #and skipped one because it had that word already #feel free to add more lol

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favorite color(s): Red, purple, but I like all colors

favorite flavor(s): I have a huge sweet tooth, so I'd say chocolate and also fruity flavors like bananas and strawberries.

favorite music: Honestly, I think I can say that I listen mostly everything. I've come to the conclusion that I don't really care about the genre, if I like a song, I like it and that's about it. And that's why my playlist is a mess, especially when I put it on shuffle lmao

favorite movie(s): It's so hard to pick, there are so many good ones! But I recently watched Tokyo Godfathers, that one automatically jumped in my top favourites. I also really liked Grave of Fireflies (even though it's quite a heavy movie), Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, The Handmaiden (let's go lesbians, let's go), Perfect Blue, Everything Everywhere All At Once, The Jigsaw franchise (and honestly, I think the 10th movie might be my favourite), The Fear Street Trilogy, Coraline, What We Do In The Shadows, Train To Busan

Honorable mentions: I think Gremlins is starting to grow on me, especially the second movie because I love that the production team didn't take it all too seriously, I do like when some movies are self-aware how silly they actually are. Also shoutout to The Sadness. Am I ever going to watch that movie ever again? Probably not, it was a very disturbing movie. But this is not your usual zombie movie, if I can even call it a zombie movie, which surprised me? Like, it definitely does have those elements of the apocalyptic zombie genre but turned it completely over its head by making the infected actually aware of the things they're doing but not being able to stop it. Again, it is a disturbing movie, it's not for everybody. I personally don't see myself watching it twice. Plus, finding out that the director has said something like that he wanted to focus more on the "fun and the gore" other than anything else in a Q&A did sound quite sussy to me given the heavy topics and the ways the movie could be interpreted. Idk, as philology and literature major it just keeps getting confirmed to me that most, if not all works of art, no matter in what form, have something to say and they deeply reflect the time in which they were created, and there's always the subjectivity of the viewer who interprets it in their own way (like hell, even the superheroes in movies these days most likely take a whole lot of inspiration from Greek mythology, if you really think about it). Some people have mentioned that the director might have answered the way that he did as to not stir up controversy since it was at a festival, but I can't say for sure, I wasn't there to see the interview myself and this is already getting really long so I will stop now, you can make your own conclusions.

favorite series: Courage the cowardly dog, The Scooby-Doo franchise, Are You Afraid Of The Dark (I'm talking about the 90's series, I haven't watched the 2019 revival). Do I remember anything from them? Kind of, it's been a very long time since I've watched them. I kind of want to rewatch them because of it. But they sparked my interest in all things spooky when I was a kid so I feel like they deserve a place here. Some of my other favourites include: The Untamed, Serial Experiments Lain, Steins;Gate, Semantic Error, Another, My Roommate is a Detective, Wellington Paranormal, What We Do In The Shadows, Hellbound and Sweet Home (I do recommend reading the webtoons of those two, though), Death Parade, The Silent Sea, Color Rush, Squid Game, My Beautiful Man, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, Alice on Borderland, My Name, Yellowjackets, Theatre of Darkness: Yamishibai

last song: Ruler Of My Heart by BL8M & Rubyeye & Unknown (Till The End) by AKUGETSU (Alien Stage OSTs) (tw for blood and a bit of gory imagery in the MVs for anyone who wants to check them out). Also can I also just talk about the 1st Anniversary Remixes of those two songs too!!! (here and here, audio only). Just *cheff's kiss*, I love those songs so much, I want to eat them. The story all these animations is quite interesting, the animations themselves are very well done too. How can I describe it. The story kind of takes that deadly game trope (like, let's say in the Hunger Games and Alice in Borderland), but make it about people being forced to be in a singing competition against each other to survive and they are being judged by aliens. From what I know, I could be wrong, the main way of storytelling is through the MVs on the VIVINOS YT channel so it does require a bit to analyze (there is a bit of a additional info on the official website and on the wiki, I'm sure), so if any of that sound interest you, I would recommend checking it out

last series: Choco Milk Shake

last movie: The Cat Returns

currently reading: So Long, And Thank for All The Fish from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books. I'm so happy of how much progress I've done on reading those books compiled in one huge book, I'm halfway through the series now. And honestly I want to read it for as long as I can because I really enjoy it, it's so fun, I love the absurd situation the main characters fall into while the big question of the meaning of life, the Universe and everything looms over them. This would definitely go in one of my top books I've read I'm sure.

And I also have to mention the webtoons that I'm reading because I love them very much too: Hand Jumper, The Blind Prince, Lore Olympus, Zombie X Slasher (I don't know in what kind of direction this one would go, but so far so good!), Everything is Fine, Flawed Almighty, Homesick (I love love LOVE this one! The art style and everything is great), Never Ending Darling (I know that it's gonna end in like 2 days officially once the last episode is available to read for free, but damn, what a ride this was. The concept of this webtoon is terrifying), Omniscient Reader, My S-Class Hunters, ZOMGAN (also quite an interesting and honestly refreshing way of making a story about zombies), Nocturne and The Guy Upstairs

And special highlight to: There Are No Demons. This webtoon? An absolute nightmare fuel. I find it very interesting that the artist Nemo Nullus makes 3D models first and then draws over them. I wasn't so sure how to feel like it when I first saw it, this was the first time I've seen anything like it on webtoon, but I quickly grew to like this art style, the kind of weird realism and uncanny valley really add to the stories. And the stories themselves are very scary because these are things that could actually happen, and have most likely happened in real life too, especially that first story with the stalker. This webtoon has made me feel things no other horror/thriller webtoon has made me feel, I feel like I want to crawl out of my own body when I'm reading it, really.

currently watching: Nothing in particular, just random YT videos. I do have some shows to catch up on that I already mentioned here.

currently working on: Mostly focusing on studying a bit more for my exam on monday. But once I'm done I'll be back to doing more stuff here, hopefully ❤️

#long post cw #//this got long so i'm putting it under the cut #//thought that since I started to ramble as usual might as well give a long list of my favourites lol #//no i'm being serious this turned very long like jesus christ when and how did this get so long jhbgggbfh #//so feel free to skip this #misc; ooc #misc; dash games

[liturgusakrattorum]

more stuff from the runes au, finally got the chance to update the tortuga crew's designs :D here's the link to their overview doc if you wanna learn more about their roles!

#wild kratts #wk runes au #martin kratt #chris kratt #aviva corcovado #koki wild kratts #jimmy z #fic coming. soon? idk LOL #now that the designs are out of the way i can sit down n start writing #ik what my weekend plans are lul #feel free to send asks about this au if you wanna my minds goin nuts with ideas djkdhfkf #skip's art

[pokikirapoki]

Iori Birthday Month: Day 24

#iori yagami #kof #the king of fighters #fanart #pokibook #repost #this was my 2022 bday pic of him! #ONE MORE DAY #THEN I WILL BE FREE (lying) #oh yeah pretend i didn’t skip day 23 lol #honestly y’all didn’t miss much it was just a screenshot of my cringe writing #ionno i may write smth too for his bday #i’ll see how i feel

[apollo-cackling]

I'd ask what my super identifiable writing/texting quirks are but. I mean it's the run on sentences isn't it. run on sentences which began as a stylistic flourish but then got its roots into me like some freakish invasive plant and now it's hard for me to excise them even when I try

that and the chopping off of articles/subjects at the beginning of a sentence's what I'd assume to be the two most noticeable ones?

#feel free to tell me/send me asks about ones I haven't mentioned though lol #my rambles #the momentum between the 1.5th and 2nd sentences feels weird. it's skipping a beat. missing a sentence

[catzgam3rz]

Okay wait drawing Dinosaurs is really fun someone send me some Dinos/Prehistoric Creatures to draw I wanna do more >:0

#if anyone sends great blue heron as an answer I WILL be attacking you /j #also feel free to get as specific as you want I wanna practice since theres a lot of variance between body types :0 #also any marine reptiles suggested may be skipped because i am scared of them and dont want to subject myself to reference pictures /gen lo #rambles #art requests #eh kinda lol #prehistoric

[dykemerrilll]

so tempted to skip invaders from mars i absolutely cannot do another two hours of the worst american accents known to man but i HATE skipping anything

#dw #big finish listen #giving it a little tag #so ppl can block it as well lol ik doctor who is a uniquely irritating piece of media #i feel like i shouldnt skip it cause its one of the free ones on spotify but i guess i can just come back to it #but theyre so bad. seriously. #ais.dw

[tj-crochets]

hi there tj! i love the things you make and ive been thinking about making a little-ish plushie in a shape of a lizard/gecko...about 12 inches long? i was wondering if you have a pattern for a simple (and not wriggle-shaped) one? and if not, do you have a pattern rec for a plushie making beginner? thanks so much!

ask part two: just remembered after i hit sent: im looking for a sewing pattern and ive seen you mention making a polypellet lizard? i'd be interested in that! sorry for the double asks! you're great! Hi! Thank you so much! I...am not sure if I have a simple lizard/gecko pattern, but I do have some options for you. I've made patterns for a gecko and a crocodile/lizard, but they might count as wriggle-shaped? I mean the gecko probably does, the crocodile might not. The rest got long, so it's behind a read more

As for pattern recs, the only lizard/gecko patterns I know aren't very simple, but they are by CholyKnight so I think a particularly determined beginner could probably make one? Honestly I wouldn't recommend that pattern as a very first plushie pattern, though. She does have a slightly simpler lizard pattern option, but a non-wriggle-shaped basic lizard plushie pattern is extremely easy to make at a small scale, so if you have any interest in pattern making or drawing at all I'd recommend making your own pattern. To make your own basic lizard pattern*, you're going to need three things: a pen or pencil, something to help you measure 1/4 inch, and paper. First, draw your lizard, not including the arms or legs. When you're satisfied with your lizard outline, add a 1/4 seam allowance** and cut it out. Then, design your lizard legs. For your first pattern, I'd recommend something like the leg patterns on my juggling toads, which are basically little roundish legs, and the pattern essentially looks like a large U with a straight line across the top. You can make the legs more complex if you want to, but I think the simple legs will work and they are easier for a new plushie maker. You can also make the front and back legs different patterns, or you can use the same pattern for both. Once you're satisfied with your lizard leg pattern(s), add the seam allowance and cut them out. The downside of making your own lizard pattern is that you won't have any instructions to follow, but I can help with that! Take your pattern to your fabric, and either pin it in place and cut around it, or trace around it, remove it, and cut using the traced lines as a guide. You're going to need two of the body pattern piece, with one mirrored. That means you'll cut one out with the side of the pattern you drew on face up, and one with it face down. You'll also need two pieces for each leg, with one of them being the mirror of the other. Once you have all the fabric pieces cut out, sew the legs first. Sew around the outside edges (the U shape), leaving the flat line across the top unsewn. Once you've done that, flip the leg right side out (through that opening you left unsewn) so the seam is hidden on the inside. Lightly stuff the legs with polyfil, fabric scraps, polypellets, or something like that as you go. Once you have all the legs sewn, put the fabric that will be the top of the lizard right side up in front of you and line up the legs around it until you are happy with the placement, then baste them in place**. Once you have the legs basted in place, take the fabric that will be for the bottom half of the lizard body and put it right side down over the lizard-top-half-and-legs you just made. Pin or clip that lizard sandwich together, making especially sure to pin the layers where the legs are basted so they don't move around. Sew around the outside edge of the lizard, leaving an opening for turning at least an inch and a half long but ideally closer to two inches long. That opening should not be on the lizard's head, and will probably end up either on the side of the belly between the front and back legs on one side or on the tail. Flip the lizard right side out. If you are using safety eyes, add them now. Stuff the lizard with polyfil/polypellets/scraps, then hand sew closed the opening for turning. If you did not use safety eyes, applique on the eyes now. Enjoy your adorable new lizard, and tag me when you post it if you're willing! I'd love to see it! *for use with stretch fabric, this probably won't work with non-stretch fabric **let me know if you want me to go over this step in more detail

#ask away #traineecryptid #lizard pattern links #I have not shared either my gecko pattern or my crocodile pattern yet #but I can! the description of how to make a lizard pattern is exactly how I made the crocodile pattern #please feel free to ask follow up questions I did my best to clarify as I went #but I suspect I've been sewing and designing long enough I might've skipped some detail that might've been helpful #I will not be offended by follow up questions and appreciate them because they help me learn how to explain patterns better #(idk if that is a reassurance helpful to you in particular but I know some people have social anxiety) #(and that offline I've been told I can be intimidating to people with social anxiety) #(so like...I am trying to get in the habit of giving assurances like that? idk if they are helpful or not but I am trying lol)

[m-an-u]

Okay so there’s this thing I’ve started doing where I draw one scene from every movie I watch this year (or atleast I’m trying to) and I’ll post stuff I’ve watched

Here’s one from aftersun <3

#feel free to ignore them if you want me posting them here is for posterity really #I’ll have to see if I can keep it up though bc I’ll prob only be able to draw on weekends I can’t take everything to college #or maybe I’ll try in college and try to speed up my drawing skills dunno #thing with college is 😭 there’s always friends with gossip over at your room lol #Aftersun was beautiful btw. u gotta be in the mood to watch but truly amazing #and I’m skipping the sketch for every single one it slows me down too much plus good practice ig lol #my art

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Attention Followers: Which Ship is Next?

Vote for which pairing you'd like StarlingChild4 to write smut, fluff, etc for!! If you have any specific requests, my inbox is open (and anon is on, if you're shy!)

These are some of my favorite pairings that I have never had the chance to let them shine (or sin, hehehe) in their own oneshots.

Soooooo which one do y'all want??? 👀👀👀

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MirSan, from Inuyasha

Tomoe/Nanami, from Kamisama Kiss

Victor/Yuuri, from Yuri on Ice

Ren/Kyoko, from Skip-Beat!

Yusuke/Keiko, from Yu Yu Hakusho

Vote in the comments or reblogs!! 💖

#Starling ramblings #anime and manga #Inuyasha #MirSan #Kamisama Kiss #Kamisama Hajimemashita #Tomoe x Nanami #Yuri on Ice #Victuuri #Skip Beat! #Ren x Kyoko #Kyoko x Ren #Yu Yu Hakusho #Yusuke x Keiko #StarlingChild4 #I'm on a writing streak and been writing for a lot of anime fandoms #feel free to request prompts for a pairing! #(and honestly???? feel free to request prompts even if a ship doesn't 'win' or for another ship entirely) #worse case scenario I politely decline; best case scenario I get to write some smooots (or fluff depending on how I feel lol)

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

hey lee :) since you've mentioned your new journal it got me wondering if you have a specific way of journaling? like a format or theme or anything you focus on in particular when writing? i have trouble with journaling because it always turns into me just writing all my really negative thoughts which isn't very helpful lol

i put literally EVERYTHING in my journal which is probably why i go through them so fast!!! its a lot of lists (because i love lists-- grocery, to do, attributes of an effective story on familial cannibalism, etc), general thought spreads which are kind of like moodboards for a concept (involves quotes, key words, etc, with themes and motifs underlined/circled in different colors of pen), and just general entries about what i did that day-- very stream of consciousness, as i try and turn my brain off while i write and like not really think about it (reveals a surprising amount of subconscious thoughts!!!). the most important thing is that a journal does not actually have to be specifically about you-- you can just write about things you think are cool or a conversation you had or a beloved interest!!! and even MORE importantly is that it doesnt have to be beautiful so go nuts

#id say only like 10% of my journals are me actually talking about how i feel lol i also dont like to think about it!!! #so i will literally just write about whatevers grabbing my interest that moment. but yeah i think to much self reflective journalling is #actually really bad for most people so literally whatever brings u joy <3<3<3 id also try to actively be as positive and kind to yourself as #possible while writing!!! its only a cycle if you cant push yourself out of it and youd be surprised at how much you can push yourself thru #ANYWAYS. good luck keep it ugly keep it sloppy feel free to skip days it doesnt ever have to be perfect <3<3<3 #joel! #hollyws #asks

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

biggest pet peeve is when i show someone my art and they decide to give their own input like “oh if i were you i would change this” and “i think you should’ve done this or that” like. who asked? i’m showing it to you because i’m proud of it idc if you think it’s trash because i “should’ve put more detail into the this aspect so that blah blah blah” don’t care + didn’t ask

#just something that aggregates me #esp bc this person (older sibling) seems to believe that they have more authority over it bc they’re older #like. dude. i know you *used to* draw but i literally have more experience since you dropped it years ago #plus they have a bit of a complex where they think that ‘more realistic’ = better #like. that’s not how the world works i can draw cartoons as much as i wish and i’ll still have skill #just bc some of my art doesn’t looks as realistic as you’d like doesn’t mean that it’s bad #like some of my more cartoon-ish work will have hours of work composing and formatting the style #esp when i’m feeling meticulous about line work #going off a bit on this person ig. they’re not that bad. the whole ‘realistic = better’ thing is v low key but i can tell #it stems from growing up together and both of us drawing #so there was always a bit of competition to be better and the difference is that i always get what i want and will work for it #like drawing in all of my free time. obsessively really. you do not want to know how many old sketchbooks i have #and they don’t put effort into things like i do. even though they think they’re a bit superior they drew less than half the time i did #though if we’re being honest i think it’s an extension of their inferiority complex which stems from the fact that i’m younger #but was always better at things than them (school mostly. like. started college at 15/16ish and skipped sooo many grades) #and bc of that i was more praised/more highly regarded (when i wasn’t acting batshit and being a menace) #though tbh they’re probably a more stable person than me u don’t have to choose artistic realism to be better #only one of us will be able to survive in the real world and it isn’t me lol #sorry for like. analyzing my sibling’s behavior in the tags. my bad #but tbh i could write essays dissecting their behavior. they’re easy to read to me. everything about them is easy to figure out

[nny11writes]

Long rambly thing that spilled out on accident today. It's about self worth, and personal image, and writer's block, and probably a lot of other things too.

I'm definitely not in a great place today, but I promise I'm alright.

Sometimes I don't know what to write. It's hard to know if I'm making the right choice. People don't seem to like it. The things I love the most. Or if they do it feels fleeting and uncaring in a way. I wish that I could care less about it the way I used to. I miss the days when I would read every username on my kudo emails. I miss when I cared less about the optics of my stories doing well. I miss caring less about the dumb things. Because I've only come to care more and more about my writing and th eworlds I'm building. It's the shame and sham of becoming a better writer. Eventually you aren't writing just for you, you are genuinely writing for others and trying to gauge if what you wrote is enjoyable for most people. I like to spread joy and enjoyment and the lightness that comes with heavyness passing. I like to see the a-ha moments that people have when I write about something more obscure. I like that I've actively helped many people with my writing. I like that people have discovered they are ace or trans or nuerodivergent thanks to what I've written.

It's not a thankless job.

But sometimes I'm ungrateful all the same.

And doesn't that feel bad? To have a gift and a skill, something I had some natural talent for that I've honed over twenty years of writing into something much more engaging and impressive and enjoyable. Many people hate their writing, and I am grateful to not be one of them. I think I write well. I am just sometimes ungrateful for the love I've been shown and I think that's okay. It feels shitty. But I think it's okay.

Have I invested too much of myself into my writing? Should I stop for a while again? I took a multi year break once, I didn't read or write anything really during it. I had no fandom. Do I need that again? I don't think so, the idea makes me feel sad and icky. Not guilty though, which I think is also important.

Why have I invested so much into others expressing their feelings to me? Why do I now feel like I demand it?

It's easier to write when people interact, absolutely. When people actually respond to each chapter I post with long meandering comments that become threads it's inspiring to write more! Am I demanding response because I'm struggling to write? Or is it the other way around?

I don't know.

Writer's block is stranage that way, and mine has rarely been a block on all writing. So there's also that guilt and frustration that the things I can write don't always seem to be favored by others.

I used to only post stories one at a time, and I always finished them. Now I have so many unfinished stories that haunt me. Is that the problem? The tell tale hearts that beat not under my floorboards but inside my own chest? I'm haunted by myself, everyone is haunted by themselves, but god mine has become a poltergist rattling the chairs. Slamming the keys and jamming the buttons. Finish me, finish me, finish me. I want to. I promise I want to. But when I hold those old works once more in my hands it's like I'm holding a sickly baby. I can't explain why they feel bad, I can't explain why I feel bad. I can only try to rock and rock and rock them to sleep once more because the medicine won't fucking take.

I wish I wasn't this way. But I am. (Isn't that the way this always goes? I wish I wasn't me when my ribs split open and salt water pours out, but I can't stop who I am. Maybe that's why I hang around every loss like a ghost. Cliche as it is now I have to make up for the fact that it's me and I am not very good at doing that)

I miss who I was just six years ago with my writing. Not the level or the style, just the caring about the bullshit being about zero. I've never made it big as a fandom writer and I think it would kill me if I did. I crave the numbers going up, the dopamine hit of besting my own high score. I'm self competitive and I think I just didn't expect writing to become my newest war zone.

I've never been someone to force myself to write something I'm not feeling. But maybe I should. Maybe I need to now. It might be time for me to suck it up buttercup and get it fucking done and dusted. Maybe without the unfinished ones whispering to me at night I can sleep and wake refreshed for once. Maybe without the unfinished ones I would think more fondly of them, instead of cringe when I remember how much or how little there is left to go.

I'm a people pleaser, and it's honestly my worst trait.

I want to write for me again.

I just don't know how when I keep digging up the bodies to hold “one last time”.

Writing is fun. I still enjoy it. I enjoy talking about it when someone is brave enough to do the thing I can't and reaches out. I like bouncing ideas and theories and building new worlds with others. I can't stand the idea of a group where that's the point though. I'm fickle like that. Picky. I don't think it's a bad thing, but I don't know how to move forward alone either. Writing IS still fun, and I desperately enjoy it.

I just wish I enjoyed having posted it too. Not as a quick etherial high but as a slow sleepy morning. I don't know that I know how anymore.

I guess I'm at a platue looking up to the next step, and I just can't seem to find the handholds to haul myself up.

It's weird to say I'm lonely, but I guess I am a little bit. If you squint and tilt your head. And as I write this I think I'm making a connection. There's something with my anxiety and there's something with my depression. There's something with my job and my other hobby which is ballooning in wonderful and terrifying ways. There's a lot going on and I'm just me, and I can't escape being me no matter how much I enjoy the escape.

Fucking writers block. An absolute ass slap.

Should I post this? This long weird meandering thing? I meant to write a fic today, and tried to let my hands do the talking and this spilled out. I feel like a woman fated to die because I caughed delicately into a silken square and a few cherry drops were caught by the camera. This wasn't supposed to go this way. But I wonder if anyone would find it interesting. Or relateable. God I hope no one finds it relatable because this is miserable, but if they do I don't want them to feel lonely and alone.

If I post it I won't look it over. It will be full of all my errors and misspellings and grammar mistakes. I won't re-write it three or four times the way I often do for things that feel important.

That's the thing with me and writing and not posting. I used to do that. I wrote a LOT of fics that have never been posted start to finish just to get them out. I don't want to post them, that wasn't the point of them. It was to lance something. Something undesireable to me and in the way of what I wanted.

Is it enough that I've written the feelings out? Is it ever /enough/ for me anymore?

I don't feel delicate and rubbed raw, but it is vulnerable. I've always been just myself, not a persona online. But this might be a look too much. Like a horror movie where you see the monster too early and the mystery is gone. Takes the bite out, you know? I'm not entierly saying I'm a monster (I am but who isn't? Monsters don't have to be evil or villains, sometimes we just are.) but I hope you understand what I mean.

Sometimes it's just me standing on stage, waiting for the audience to respond only to meet a defining silence. I tap the mic, ”Hello, is this thing on?“ and I squint into the lights tryign to make out if anyone is still in their seats.

And when I'm lucky, someone calls back to me and the dissapointment that what I poured a bit of myself into that didn't land crushes me for a moment.

I'm still learning to pick myself up after that. I'm tired of being resillent, but this is one time and place and thing I want to be more resilient for. To once again hear the call back and instead of feel bad to smile.

Anyhow.

The counter says I'm over 1500 words into my “was supposed to be a fic not me info dumping and waxing semi-poetic about writers block and external validation in fandom” thing.

It's enough for now, I'll spin my wheels otherwise and I do hate doing that.

Ah well.

Back to the cutting room floor and the grave sides and the bedsides and the stories I haven't finished but gave too much of me to bear. But not today. I think this is enough writing for today.

#personal #complaining about writing #maybe a little deeper than that tag implies #idk y'all the vibe is just fucking weird today #everything feel a little unreal and like there's lightning under my skin #so definitely not a good day lol #but also not a bad one just blah and kinda gross #anyhow feel free to skip this post if you want

[thomine]

What do you think are the biggest influences on your writing? -Mimikyu

i like this question! it really got me thinking. thanks @andromeda-nova-writing <3

dreamology by lucy keating was probably the first ever book i read twice and i pulled an all-nighter to read it a second time immediately after i finished it. i wouldn't say the book's writing is amazing, nor would i praise the romance, but i was hooked. the problem presented in the story was unrealistic, but as an avid dreamer myself, i was curious to know where this problem led the protagonists, because, in a sense, reading about the protagonists’ journey resulted in some sort of… catharsis.

it has been years since i read that book (i never touched it after returning it to the library) and the plot is fuzzy, but i won't forget the feeling it spurred. i guess that was the seed that grew the philosophy in me that stories had more impact than pure wish-fulfilment and fantasizing. that has been my core for… most of the stories i tell on this blog, and i hope the vibes reach across to my readers!

as for writing style, or how i write, i'm not quite sure. there was no writer whose style particularly stood out to me. (although writing style is probably not something i focus on hence my indifference…) since writing has grown to be very personal to me, the way i write is just… influenced by many things. by what i read on tumblr, the news, my homework, etc… i take it all in and spit them out in garbled paragraphs.

i feel like… the biggest thing that impacts my style is the rules i have when writing. like head hopping for example. it's something i try to avoid. or the rule to minimise repeating words (unless absolutely necessary or to prove a point or it is a noun). these rules come from books i read about writing.

#sloth mail #andromeda nova writing #i heard donna tart was good & i have the goldfinch for free since like. june. but i hvnt started reading it #took 3 months to read a book (which i skipped some parts btw) so like i don't read a lot right now #i use my free time to read & write fanfiction idk if i should be proud of that LOL #i feel im not picky when it comes to writing style #except once a (published) author head hops i'm out of there LOL. and also if there is too much purple prose #i'm too dumb to understand purple prose so it just confuses then frustrates me HAHAHA #long post #i fear my close friends irl can recognise me from this post alone bc i could not shut up abt the book HAHAH