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dreamylittlesugarcube · 9 months

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Clickbait

Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing?

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo.

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi.

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time.

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’.

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with.

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not.

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you:

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked.

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again.

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal.

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path.

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions.

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late.

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap.

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.”

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into.

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future.

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else.

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted.

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.”

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup.

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant.

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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Thanks for reading Clickbait! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to leave me a meme or GIF in the comments. How would you react if this were you? Inquiring minds must know!

XOXO,

Emmy

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perplexingluciddreams · 3 months

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Hi! if is okay , can you please show what is in daily life folder ? trying to make my own but ended up just doing ADLs and wonder if there is something I am missing . Thanks!

Yes, I can show! First thing to understand, is how these two right side columns work in Supercore. When you click a folder there, most of them only changes the cells on those two columns (excluding a few, OR unless there is another link within there, to open up to a full-screen folder).

Here is how it looks at the home grid:

[Image description: Two right hand columns in Supercore 50. Full of cyan colour folders with symbols, black colour text label, and a black cut off top right corner. Order from left to right and top to bottom; daily life, leisure, chat, my news, position, places, time, feelings, topics, education, messages, spelling. End ID.]

For daily life + leisure folders, it opens to more folders within. I will put pictures, so you can see!

This is the first layer within "daily life" folder:

[Image description: More two columns of cyan folders. From left to right and top to bottom; toilet, AAC, eat & drink, accessibility, comfort, emergency, scheduling, medical, going places, travel, sleeping. The bottom right corner is a link to more. End ID.]

And this is what shows when you press "more":

[Image description: Left to right and top to bottom; dating, shopping, eating out, cooking, washing, learning, dressing, blank, job, blank, banking, blank. End ID.]

I cannot show within every single folder, but I will give examples. And if you want to see a specific one, just ask!

Here is the "sleeping" folder:

[Image description: Sleeping folder with the words; time, alarm, read, book, night, dream, pillow, hug, sleep, tired, bed. In the top right corner, there is a "phrases" folder. End ID.]

And here is inside the "phrases" folder. There is a separate phrases folder for each separate topic, with different phrases. (But some phrases is in every/almost every folder, because they are common. Like, "I need help" for example).

[Image description: Phrases folder from within the sleeping folder. It has common phrases such as "I need help", "I can do it", "I don't know". And also specific phrases relating to sleep, such as "I need to set an alarm", "please reposition me", and "good night". End ID.]

And here is the AAC folder, which I edited myself to have words I will actually use, relating to this topic. I will probably continue to edit the words inside these folders, because there is some spaces taken by words that I can easily find quickly in other places.

[Image description: Similar to the sleep folder, there is the phrases folder on the top right. The buttons are; AAC, device, word, Supercore 50, Grid 3, keyboard, sign, communicate, understand, communication, speech. End ID.]

The phrase list for the AAC folder is similar, with some same common phrases. And other specific phrases such as, "The word is not on my device", "Please add it to my device", etc.

It is quite complicated to explain every single part of how these right side columns work, but there is videos on Smartbox YouTube account that shows a lot about Supercore 50, if you want to see more! And I am happy to show more specific things, if you ask 😊👍🏻

#anon ask #ezra talk aac #aac #aac device #aacdevice #aac user #supercore 50 #grid 3 #image #described #snapshots of my life

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chososdiscordkitten · 2 months

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PLEASE GIVE ME SMUT WRUTING TIPS..GOJO BREEDING KINK MADE ME WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR MYSELF. (EVEVN IF U DONT LIKE GS BREEDING KINK, ITS ONE OF UR BWSTS) PLEASE GIVE ME DIALOGUE WRITING HELP. HELPPPPP DONT LEAVE ME HELPLESS

UHHHH smut writing tips... hmmm. (yapping below the cut)

this may sound very wrong and not pc BUT, ive been reading smut for years. Since I was like 10, ive read countless different writing styles, and millions of words of pure filth.

And as I read them I developed a taste of what I like and don't like- I write in a way as though I am reading to the reader- you/your/yours, because I don't like y/n or I don't like using third person pov nor first person.

What I do- is I think of the scene, picture it and if I can't get a body part- or a hand placement correct, I go look at porn videos or hentai- whatever. Not because i derive like arousal from it- but I truly use it as a form of studying. (im asexual)

I also use shows, movies and songs for inspo- certain lyrics I can picture on x character I write down.

I find it helpful to use a physical notebook for my ideas, there are times I don't have access to my computer so actual paper helps.

And as for dialogue, I try to keep a mix of x characters physical state while they speak, an example;

("blah blah blah" she said, and he said "blah blah" and then-) ive never liked this specific kind of writing so I include the way their eyebrows furrow- or the way their nose crinkles after saying something.

with smut I think its helpful for the reader to picture the way x characters face churns, a trembling bottom lip, dilated pupils, it helps make everything seem more intimate and inclusive for the reader.

And when it comes to describing the way something feels- if its something small like a trailing touch- I take a second and do what im writing about onto myself-

example; if im writing about a gripping hand on a hip- ill press the tips of my fingers onto my thigh to see the way the skin indents and how it feels? (embarrassing)

One thing ive learned- just because you write it with a specific image in mind- doesn't mean people will be able to see it the way you do unless you provide details.

usually when im doing laundry or at work a specific sentence pops into my head that id picture x character saying.

Let's use gojo for example, in my head when I think of his dialogue I think of playful, sweet, but with kinda mean undertones. Because in the anime/manga he keeps a playful tone while saying some very mean things.

once ive finished a very rough first draft- I spell check everything and read it outloud to myself- I say the dialogue in the tone I pictured while writing to be sure it sounds correct. and if it doesn't I brainstorm different phrases or words. (use of different words is soo important.)

And once ive corrected any words that don't fit together- or changing certain things that make me squint- I feed it into Siri nd have it read it to me outloud while I follow the sentences.

I do this 3-4 times till the whole thing sounds correct and how I mean for it to be read.

And I do one final skim once I paste the story onto Tumblr.

it's a tedious process, I know, there's times where im on my 4th reread and it seems boring or uninteresting- but only because ive reread it a million times and combed through it carefully.

There are times where I think my writing sucks because it seems over processed it and it's not entertaining- but!!! I proceed regardless.

And remember- you shouldn't write for the likes of other people, write for yourself and to your likings.

The masses shouldn't tell you what you should enjoy writing, pls don't take this as rules or as like a demanding thing- this is just my personal experience and the way I like to do things.

Writing should be a fun hobby and something you do to get the filth out of your mind, nd im not a very big writer on here, so don't listen to me too much

thank u for the question :>>> (I know how it feels to reach out for some help anon, im happy you enjoy my writing enough to ask me this, ily)

#jjk #⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ten speaks୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆#jjk x reader #writing #⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨10 asks୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

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americasass81 · 4 months

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Amid The Winter Snow

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Mostly just fluff, but please do take note of the Use of Alcohol, Loss of Consciousness, Dubious Consensual Sex, Edging, Overstimulation, Mild Kidnapping. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for Navy & Roo's @the-slumberparty Naughty or Nice Challenge. The prompts I used from the Nice List were 20:- "You're never going to get rid of me.” and 8:- "You're going to spoil the surprise." Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this fun challenge.

Author’s Note 2:- The inspiration for this piece originally came from the following video link https://youtube.com/shorts/DahCSXJc8U0?si=dpcp8kuAJfLRTSrP sent to me by the delightful @dangertoozmanykids101 , who along with @lokislastlove and @caffiend-queen have somehow managed to get me thinking that Loki may not actually be so bad after all.

Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- A trip to Tony Stark’s Annual Christmas Party lands you with a future you never dared imagine.

Pairings:- Loki x Female Reader

Total Word Count:- 6,157

Waking up snuggled under warm blankets and supported by a mountain of pillows, your eyes adjusting to the shimmering winter wonderland outside the window caught you totally by surprise as this was not the view from your bedroom. Hell sitting up reluctantly and finally focusing on your surroundings this wasn't even your bedroom. Adorned in exposed wooden beams that rested atop the most beautiful log walls you had only ever dreamed about, the massive mahogany sleigh bed currently holding you in its embrace in the middle of the room complemented the rustic furnishings perfectly and told you without a shadow of a doubt that you had somehow left the city far behind you.

Pulling your gaze back to the bed now, the puckering on your left side also showed undeniable evidence of someone else's presence and as your fingers reached out to touch the ruffled pillows your mind tried to recall just how exactly you had ended up here. But there was only one way to do that. Metaphorically leaving the room behind and the uneasy feeling of comfort and home it instilled within you, your mind took flight through memory's flow as images of your last known activity appeared before your eyes like windows into a life you barely remembered living.

Shimmering in a dress of frosted blue that reminded you of something out of the movie Frozen, dancing in Tony Stark's arms was most definitely the stuff of dreams. But here it was actually happening, as was the rest of the night that accompanied it. Starting with the laughter, celebrity guests, entertainment and glorious food that Stark's parties were renowned for, there was also the aforementioned dancing as well as a host of holiday themed party games designed it seemed to get each participant to drink more alcohol than was healthy for them and help the spirit of the season make them do things they wouldn't normally do.

And still within the revelry there were also quite magical moments to expand one's knowledge and learn of others seasonal experiences. Talking with Steve and Bucky for example, you got to hear about what Christmas was like for them in an America that currently seemed so far removed from this one. Where families and neighbors actually took time to spend with each other rather than wasting their time on the latest fad or gadget that all the television stations told them they just had to have. While later sipping drinks with Nat after she found you in a corner nursing your tired and aching feet, the difference in traditions of a Russian Orthodox Christmas were laid out before you in a story that had you hearing snippets of her Russian accent that only came out on very rare occasions like this one.

Then of course there were the family guests discussing all the ways to trick their little ones into believing in Santa for one more year, while no Stark party would be complete without Thor passing around some Asgardian mead to those he deemed worthy, namely two super soldiers and next it was his turn to impart his tales of Yule celebrations and Odin riding across the night sky to visit the people in their homes. Yet some vital piece of information was still missing. Hidden somewhere within the memories of this wondrous evening, a sinister element had hijacked your celebration and landed you at your current location. But who or what could that be?

Drawing back slightly now from these prominent memories and focusing instead on the wider scenes within the Tower's environment, you didn't need the flashes of green catching your attention every now and then however to finally discover the root cause of your current predicament. Not when the man of the hour was now standing in the doorway naked as the day he was born.

Shrieking now at his sudden appearance as it, and his unclothed figure, drew you back to the room where your waking form had first alerted you to your abduction, even superhero parties and copious amounts of alcohol in no way prepared you for this revelation. Which is why your next response found you scrambling deeper into the bed as your hands fisted the covers and dragged them over your head just in time to hide the smirk that graced his features as your own embarrassment took hold.

This has to be a dream or perhaps a nightmare. But he wasn't having any of it.

Moving into the room now and climbing up onto the bed as most children tended to do with their parents, your form still hidden beneath the covers felt his weight as your mind silently questioned how he had moved you here without the Avengers stopping him and more importantly, what he planned to do with you. But you were not yet willing to give voice to these particular questions with the result being having to deal with the villain before you, so you remained quiet and still in the hopes of waiting out his attention. That is until part of the covers were snatched back and an even bigger shock replaced any that had come before.

Watching now as Loki released the covers from your upper body and lay back down on what you accepted had to be his side of the bed, his naked form so close to you might have been enough of a cause for alarm if not for your own equally unclothed body laying on the bed right before your eyes. It seemed he had been busy in the time you had lost to sleep. Which now that you actually thought about it, you didn't quite know how much time that was and a quick glance around the room to reveal an utter lack of clothing indicated only one person here had the answer.

And it wasn't you. Which now left you little choice but to engage the man beside you in conversation.

Watching you all this time now in return and fascination as if he could somehow read your thoughts, Loki would have given all he had to ask how you were feeling and what you were thinking but he knew this was something you would have to work through on your own. Especially given how things had gone down. Thankfully though the god of mischief wouldn't have to wait long however until you gave up exploring what had gone before and finally put both of you out of your misery. "Loki, what in the everloving hell is going on here? Where are we and why have you kidnapped me?" you asked, fearing his answer yet still more concerned with the fact that neither one of you seemed to be wearing anything.

But then again perhaps clothes should have been the least of your concerns with what the silver tongued devil was about to reveal. Reminding you in every little detail about Stark's party two days previously and how after one dance you had promised to be his forever, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose to stave off the migraine you could feel building with every word he uttered, a flash of memory whisked you back in time once more to confirm all that he had just told you.

Back at the Tower and having just walked away from Thor to grab yet another drink, turning back from the bar to the party had that same flash of green fully in your vision now as Loki stood talking to Eric Selvig while directly across from them a distracted Hawkeye glared daggers at the god it seemed he would never quite forgive for the ordeal he had been put through. Not that you could blame him. Still though as your eyes took in his immaculate appearance, you had to admit there was just something so mysterious about Loki. Which may in part be the thinking behind what you did next. The other part most definitely being the alcohol so easily accessible to all who required it.

Placing the glass to your lips and emptying the contents in one go, you quickly ordered another and just as swiftly disposed of this too before standing straight, walking the short distance between the two of you and ignoring his company, cleared your throat to get the god's attention. And what attention it was. The full force of it thrust upon you now almost rendered you speechless but thankfully the alcohol in your system took over as you knew it would and propelled you onwards. "Loki you seem to be trying to grab my attention all night so I figured one of us better man up and ask the other to dance. What do you say, are you up to the task?"

Taking in your appearance now with a clearly defined look of amusement on his handsome face, he excused himself from Selvig's company before taking you by the elbow to a quiet corner to ascertain just how willing you appeared to be. "Tell me pet, even though I am more than up to the task of occupying a wench such as you, what makes you think I actually want to? You don't exactly strike me as anything other than a lowly mortal. Hardly worth my time really," he continued but couldn't think of much else to say when you dropped to your knees and licked his bulge through his pants before rising back up and turning your back on him to walk away.

Not that you made it very far however.

Shooting out his arm to grab your wrist just in time should you somehow vanish, Loki pulled you back against his body in the same instance a curtain of magic shot up around your location and hid your interactions from prying eyes. "Well, well, well pet consider me interested. But now that you have my attention, how do you plan to keep it?" he asked as his hands moved down your dress and rested against your hips before drawing your ass back to feel the glorious package your lips had just now awakened from its slumber.

Grinding yourself against him very slowly now as the alcohol in your system destroyed all your usual shyness and awkwardness, you snaked your arm up towards his neck before grabbing his shoulder, turning your body towards his and finally giving voice to your inner desires. "Dance with me like I asked and if you're any good I promise to be yours forever."

Delighting now in this uninhibited, playful side of you as you then leaned closer and nipped at his chin with your teeth, many many dances and numerous glasses of alcohol later you soon found the party winding down as Loki once again moved both of you to the same corner that had kicked off this whole affair. Yet neither of you still seemed ready for the night to be over.

Sitting you on a couch next as your body finally succumbed to all the enjoyment the evening had to offer, the god of mischief contemplated what to do with you next until you went ahead and solved the problem for him. Reaching out and somehow managing to successfully grab hold of the waist of his pants, you pulled him towards you and toppling sideways on the couch, shocked him even more as your fingers made short work of removing the belt confining your prize. Placing your hand through the opening next and coming in contact with warm flesh, you would have taken a moment to revel in satisfaction at the gasp you heard above you, but you weren't afforded that opportunity.

Pulling away and straightening to his full impressive height, Loki now reached out and pulled you too into a standing position before placing his lips gently against your forehead and uttering words that you had never heard before and probably never would again, for it was then that darkness claimed you. Looking at your unconscious form now as he held you close and marveled at your beauty, another part of him silently screamed at what he had just done. After all you were the one making all the moves and yet his mother's voice kept whispering that none of this was right. That he was a better man than this.

Well, this you too would soon find out.

Returning back to the present now with still no recollection of what had happened in between, yet at last acknowledging that waking up naked in a strange man's bed was never a good sign, you let your mind guide you to the obvious conclusion and turned the full force of your anger on the god responsible for what you assumed had happened.

Pounding your fists against his chest now as you verbally berated him for kidnapping you, stripping you and having sex with you when you were in no condition to either accept or decline his advances, all the fight suddenly left you when he simply reminded you once again of your behavior at the party and the promise you had made.

"Oh for heaven's sake you imbecile, who knows how many drinks I'd had at that point. You can't honestly think I was serious?" you now replied before tossing yourself back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling in total shock at all that had transpired. But it seemed there was an even bigger shock yet to come.

Straightening himself out now beside you in the bed yet remaining a respectful distance from you, Loki waited for your breathing to relax before he finally spoke. Promising you on his mother's honor that he had not harmed you in any way, you were about to argue that the evidence against him didn't look good until he pointed out a tiny fact your shocked and agitated state had somehow totally overlooked ... you weren't completely naked after all.

Reaching out and eventually taking your hand in his, he guided both of your hands down your trembling body and under the remainder of the covers so your senses could actually acknowledge what you were finally experiencing now that calmness had replaced hysteria and his words had told you that you had actually slept in your panties. But there was also so much more.

Releasing your hand now and giving you a few moments to feel around and convince yourself that this was not a dream, another set of muttered words left his lips and smoke rose from the fire and magically took human form before your very eyes. Coalescing now into shapes that resembled Loki with you unconscious in his arms, you watched transfixed as the male smoke cloud sat the female on the bed, removed her dress and tucked her into bed before floating through the door to your left and reforming back again some moments later. Standing then on Loki's side of the bed as the female cloud slept on oblivious to any of this taking place, it next lay down beside her and pulling her close, drifted off to sleep before the whole scene disappeared back into the fire.

So that's what Loki claimed had happened. Both of you had simply slept, you safe and warm in his arms. But how could you know this was true? Beside you lay the god of mischief after all. The very same trickster who had called forth an alien army that tore New York apart. And yet as your fingers played with the fabric of your panties and your mind reminded you that the twins preferred it when you didn't wear a bra, a deeper dive into your feelings brought a startling revelation to the surface ... you didn't feel any different.

Oh sure, you had consumed a fair amount of alcohol at the party and it seemed that alone had been responsible for you sleeping away a whole twenty-four hours, but other than that everything else felt fine. In truth, you felt great. Mentally cataloging all your extremities, from your head to your toes you felt better rested than you had in a very long time. Your panties, as all the evidence showed, were not only still intact but also appeared to be as clean as when you had first put them on and if Loki had violated you, then he must have done one hell of a job covering it up because not a single inch of you showed any signs of an assault. Hell even your memory couldn't conjure up any feelings or memories of terror of any kind. There was only peace. Sweet and blessed in a way you couldn't even imagine.

And yet one thing kept you from totally accepting that all of this was real ... your panties were as clean as when you had put them on. But how could that be? Had you really slept straight through twenty-four hours without even needing to use the bathroom? Could such a thing even happen? You knew from previous experience that your relationship with alcohol was intimately linked with numerous night time visits to the toilet, so this alone had to be evidence that Loki was somehow tampering with your memories, right? Embedding a false sense of reality and security to make himself look like a hero instead of the villain everyone knew him to be.

But how to prove it? Thinking just a few minutes more, you finally had enough with the doubts and so decided to just ask him straight out. And his answer here too totally surprised you.

"I helped you use the facilities pet," he answered simply, "and might I just say that while your ability to consume alcohol would rival that of any Asgardian, it really does play havoc with your motor functions," he finished with a smirk as the memory of your chin and arms resting on the bed filled your vision now while your lower body languishing on the floor sprang to life before your very eyes.

You now remembered this clearly and you didn't need the rest of the memory to recall waking the dark haired god from his slumber to help you up and escort you to the bathroom or all that came after. The embarrassment alone was more than enough to confirm that this was no magical illusion. He had indeed been your knight and revealed a part of himself it seemed no one else knew existed. He actually wasn't truly evil.

Armed with this new knowledge now and confirming with him that he had indeed helped you twice more with your personal issues as well as making you a light meal when your stomach finally returned to your body, you now relaxed back fully into the bed before asking what his plans were now. Something Loki was only all too happy to discuss with you.

"Well pet, if you're feeling up to it, I thought we might get dressed and explore some of the area you'll now be calling home. After all, there is the promise you made to a god and as a result you're never going to get rid of me," he confirmed before rising from the bed and holding out his hand to you.

Looking at it and him now and thinking of all that had occurred for you to end up here, as well as the frightening things that could have but never happened, you finally released an exasperated sigh as you reluctantly acknowledged he was giving you a choice. Not a terribly enticing one, but one all the same. After all you had in your drunken state promised to be his forever and being how old he was and the customs his kind were probably used to, it's no wonder he took you at your word. But he also could have taken you. Just like he could now simply reach out, pull you from the bed and magically force his will upon you.

Yet this he wasn't doing. Still standing there silently as you thought through how you wanted to proceed, it seemed you needed no coaxing at all however when mere seconds later your hand appeared in his and a surprisingly gentle tug later had you kneeling before him on the bed as his arms now wrapped around you and held you close a few moments longer before he then completed the movement and brought you fully upright to stand on the floor beside him.

Leading you away from the bed then, while magically extinguishing the fire along the way, a trip through the other door within these walls and a wardrobe the size of your own bedroom appeared before you. Divided up into two distinct halves, Loki left you to explore all the outfits that appeared to be yours before swiftly joining you fully clothed in winter gear that not only looked completely functional, but also made you want to reach out and snuggle deep against his impressive frame.

Shaking this particular thought from your mind however as his intense gaze told you he was trying unsuccessfully to figure you out, a more focused inspection now of your own clothing section soon had you dressed in a green outfit that somehow complimented his red one perfectly. Smiling at you and your choice now, Loki took your hand in his once more and leading you from the wardrobe back through the bedroom, both of you walked through the main door to stand in a glorious hall flooded with light from the double doors leading outside to the balcony he informed you wrapped around to the room you had just left.

Leading you away from there then through the hallway towards the front of the house, his soothing voice added the fact that upstairs consisted of four more reasonably sized bedrooms and a beautiful bathroom that he suspected would draw you in the minute you laid eyes upon it. But all that it seemed would have to wait.

Moving down the wooden stairs next into the open plan living room, the fireplace here too caught your eye straight away and suddenly without thinking, images of you, Loki and a bunch of little ones reading Christmas tales in front of it sprang into existence in a way that took your breath away. It looked and felt so real. Realizing now that Loki had still been talking about the layout here while you had been distracted, you quickly pivoted back to the present and smiled and nodded in return as if you had been paying attention all along. And it seemed you pulled it off.

Continuing on now towards the front door as if you had been hanging on his every word all along, stepping outside and sitting into Loki's waiting car revealed the drive to the main road lined with trees that glowed in soft white lights that made the whole place look and feel like a magical wonderland. But it was nothing more than a simple light display to the wondrous spectacle that greeted you later once Loki had walked you through the local village and treated you to all the little festive activities that brought out a joy in him you rarely saw in adults anymore. It was something almost childlike and it totally fascinated you as the walking racked up and the spirit of the town drew you in the same way it seemed to call to him.

Driving back home then with all your little shopping trinkets and parking the car back where you started, heading towards the front door of the cabin your progress was stopped abruptly as Loki reached out once more to take your hand and this time smiled in a way that lit up his whole face as he now led you down a path on the far side of the beautiful building.

Telling you to watch your step carefully now as the snow here lay thicker and undisturbed upon the ground while rocky outcroppings created an unsteady and meandering path, placing his hand occasionally on the small of your back when he worried the conditions might upset your footing brought an ease you never imagined you'd feel around someone like him. But then again, he had been surprising you nonstop since your alcohol fueled steps first brought you to him. And now was no exception when your destination at last came into view.

Finally reaching the end of the path as it opened out towards a massive clearing, your walking stopped and your breath hitched at the sight laid out before you as there simply were no words to accurately describe what your eyes were seeing. Taking in the sight of the solitary tree lit up and seemingly growing in the middle of this frozen wasteland, you would have wondered how there was even power out here to bring light to such a scene until your companion moving closer reminded you that he was capable of just about anything.

Taking your hand now and leading you towards a low rock formation, a blanket materializing out of thin air for you to sit on actually brought a smile to your face when you obliged and Loki proceeded to continue to flaunt his magic to produce a beautiful pair of skates for both of you to wear. Lacing these up then as Loki did the same beside you, your mind once more began to focus on the sheer beauty all around you until the man who had brought you here shattered the silence and spoke once more. "Well pet, what do you think? I knew by your attitude at Stark's party that this was a place lacking your presence. You're the final piece of the puzzle to make this place magical."

Cutting off your retort now before you had a chance to vocalize it and ruin any image he had concocted for this moment, Loki continued on to explain what made this particular spot so spectacularly special. Pointing out the obvious that this was normally a lake while also not indulging your questions as to how this single tree thrived here, he did however admit that the effect you saw before you was all his doing. Which you totally accepted when you finally took to the ice and discovered the tree you thought that thrived in the absence of all other life was actually a construct of Loki's magical abilities.

Standing back where you started as if giving you a chance to discover the wonder of this oasis on your own, placing one foot tentatively in front of the other at first proved a little bit unsettling, for Loki had been serious. Taking your eyes off your surroundings now and actually staring down to where your feet held you up, you couldn't remember ever seeing anything so spectacular or terrifying in your young life. And something told you you never would again.

Frozen solid with not a single speck of snow in sight, the combination of being able to look down three or four meters through the crystal clear ice and see exactly what was on the bottom would have been an experience at the best of times, but for you what made the whole experience even more amazing was that because of the lake's location up in the mountains, it's bottom was totally devoid of any vegetation and the colors of the rocks reflected in the frozen liquid was an awe inspiring experience. And this was just the magic beneath your feet.

At last moving forwards now and nearing the tree as Loki too joined you at last, its lights reflected off the ice coupled with the night stars glistening like a dome in the heavens above actually had you thinking how small and insignificant you felt amid a scene like this until the mischievous god whom it seemed had made all this possible took your hand in his once again and this time simply let his actions do all the talking and take your mind off the reality of where you now stood. For a little while at least.

Moving with you now to music that seemed to flow from within and fuel him with a grace and poise he hadn't displayed back at Stark's party, the rocks visible through the crystal clear waters beneath your feet that normally gave life to this whole region and currently held the tree in its frozen embrace reminded you of all those tales you had heard from Thor about Yggdrasil and you had to wonder briefly if that was Loki's plan. But at this moment it didn't seem to matter.

In fact nothing really mattered. Not the chill on your face as he continued to glide and weave both of you across the ice. Not the reminder that in a drunken stupor you had all but handed yourself over to an actual god to do with as he pleased. And certainly not the fact that you had no idea whatsoever if the ice beneath your feet would even continue to hold as Loki simply took your mind away from all the vastness around you and compressed your focus to just being in the moment. A moment you quickly discovered you never wanted to end.

But end it did when you suddenly found his movements slowly guiding both of you back to the blanket on the rock as your body huddled closer against his. It seemed in all the wonder and excitement he had overloaded your system with, time had steadily marched on and night's chill had settled more upon you and your location now. And yet Loki still seemed to have your needs forefront in his mind. Picking up the blanket and wrapping it and his arms securely around your smaller frame, a flash of green light later and the lake disappeared to return you where you started.

Back at the cabin now, still basking in the afterglow of the afternoon's activity and the beauty hidden up at the lake, untying your boots to glimpse Loki stripping off as he too entered the bedroom brought a whole new beauty to your world that you had been too shocked to admire earlier that morning. For there was no denying the man was built. Lacking for sure in the muscular physique of his brother Thor, the muscles he did display definitely confirmed a man who knew how to look after himself. And it wasn't the only part of him that was impressive.

Caught up now in staring as each new article of clothing joined his ever growing pile of discarded material, it wasn't until he stood before you and stretched your chin to look up at him that you realized your eyes had been laser focused on one muscle in particular. And now you had been found out.

"Well now pet, I've danced with you through the night, taken you skating on a frozen lake adorned in shimmering lights, even taken you shopping in a Christmas village. Is there any other activity perhaps you'd like us to try before I reintroduce you to my talents in the kitchen?" he asked as your teeth worried at your bottom lip before his thumb swiped across it and freed it from your torment.

Shaking your head in response however as your body now began to feel the effects of all the cold weather exposure and yet also doubting your intentions or his, Loki somehow seemed to once again hone in on your procrastinations and decided that allowing you to wallow and ruminate on what lay ahead was not now in either of your best interests. Standing you up therefore while skillfully and swiftly removing the rest of your outfit for you, the warm waters of the shower hitting your skin moments later somehow proved only slightly more welcoming than the tender touches currently waking up all the nerve endings along your rapidly heating flesh.

It seemed his talents were truly magical.

Grabbing hold of the body wash and covering your body in a generous amount, his fingers lathering it up and massaging every knot out of your frame soon had you moaning softly and grinding back against him until his hands traveled down to your hips and moved you away from his package, while still keeping his talented fingers from where you needed them most. And it was truly becoming frustrating. So frustrating in fact, that the threats, swearing and hair pulling it brought out of you turned him on even more to the point where all that was now left for him to do was utter some more smug words as his teasing intensified.

"Easy there pet, you're going to spoil the surprise," he taunted now before turning you to face him again as your back met the tiles behind you and created a nice contrast to the heat currently consuming you from all his delicate touches. Touches it seemed that weren't about to end anytime soon. Standing at arm's length from you now while moving his hands back up your body, pulling just enough on each nipple, one with teeth and one with fingers, had you gasping loudly and reaching out to hold him closer again but it seemed he wasn't yet ready to give in.

Dropping to his knees next and winking up at you before burying his dark head between your thighs and suckling on your honeypot, it appeared he wanted more of your nectar, fire and unfettered swearing before he was even willing to think about letting you come. Or at least that’s what you thought. Edging you over and over and over again for what felt like hours until your legs gave out and his name now fell from your lips like a prayer, his glorious purpose was finally revealed to you as he stood up and one powerful, yet unexpected thrust upwards from his package had wave after wave of electrical pulses shooting skywards from your joining and assaulting your overstimulated body in a way you swore you would never recover from.

Tightening your legs around his waist now as your walls held onto his shaft for dear life, the strength housed within his lithe frame blew your mind once again as Loki decided enough time had passed and somehow began to finally move within you. Pounding up into your flower now as the moisture dripping on the tiles moved you down to meet his every jerk, thrust after thrust had more sensations overloading your system until you and Loki finally came together in a series of earth shattering orgasms that left you feeling like nothing but a pile of clay to be reshaped into his ideal mate.

And perhaps that was his true intention all along for as darkness claimed you once more it was the next phase of this adventure that would reveal the final facet of the god you were just beginning to develop feelings for.

Waking back up in the sleigh bed again some unknown time later to the warmth of the fire and the fabulous smell of freshly cooked food permeating throughout the room, a quick examination of your body told you that this situation was starting to become a regular occurrence while at the same time there were still no signs of any lasting effects. In fact, if you were perfectly honest, the only lasting effect was currently coiled comfortably against your back while his left leg made its weight known just below your hip.

And still you had to admit if only to yourself that the day you had shared with him and the sense of home his presence seemed to offer you was something you could most definitely get used to.

Ignoring this thought now however as your stomach at last began to feel the effects of the thorough workout Loki had put you through, throwing back the covers to leave the bed and see what delights your host has prepared were suddenly halted as the god in question chose this same moment to let his vulnerability appear.

"Please pet, say it again. Repeat your promise," he beseeched as he turned you towards him now so you could see how much he wanted this and he in turn could gauge the sincerity in your reply.

"I'm yours Loki, til both of our hearts stop beating," you answered and kissing each other in this moment, you knew the words were true and both of you had at last found the soul destined to complete you.

Delighting in your answer now and at last feeling secure in the knowledge that everything he secretly wanted was finally his, Loki grudgingly untangled himself from you and leaving the bed, loaded up a tray with generous helpings of food you recognized, as well as some you didn't, before walking it back towards you, lovingly feeding it to you and then reminding you once more of all the pleasure that would now define your future as his one and only love.

#theslumberparty #naughty or nice challenge #loki x reader

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sagau-fruit-bowl · 2 years

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Chapter 11 perhaps. Sorry this one came out late, I took a bit of break because I needed one and breaks will probably become more common. I got those first ten chapters out and now I can relax for a bit.

On another note, I have a tentative idea for a main party of Razor, Kaeya, Bennet and Xingqiu. I do really like that team from what I've played and my research so that might end up being the canon main team that [Name] played. At the very least, Razor will be canon (Sincerely, a Razor main.)

Masterlist here!

Now then! Onto my very very self indulgent chapter.

TW!! for derealization, injury, implied panic attacks and implied dissociation. I don't think it's as bad as I'm making it out to be but better safe than sorry.

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The stars in Teyvat were fascinating to stare at, each constellation unknown and simply an array of lights, likely with their own unique story.

Maybe that particularly bright star to the south was of a world Aether had seen, one he had explored and made memories in. Maybe that really dim one in the west had goddesses and glowing magical triangles like a certain video game franchise.

No one knows, least of all [Name]. The sun had begun to rise but it was early enough that the stars were still visible as the sunrise made its way over the mountains.

They weren't sure how long they had been walking but upon reaching Springvale, they realized they had got farther than expected or planned and vaguely wondered if they should have left a note, however upon finding themselves glancing over towards the Wolvendom Woods, their thoughts of Aether left their mind as they smiled as walked quickly towards the treeline.

Wolvendom was a beautiful place, one they knew well from searching for Wolfhook for Razor's ascension, he was part of their main team after all.

They had spent hours building every character in their main party and at least one hour on every character they got, honestly it was worrying and probably signaled they need therapy but Hey, if they weren't planning on it before, this 'dream' as they call it will definitely make them get it, provided they can find a therapist.

See, just because [Name] spent a long time in Wolvendom doesn't mean they're smart in it, in fact, [Name] is apparently really good at getting themselves in really bad situations.

They weren't sure what they were expecting when they remembered Hilichurls were along the path but apparently they thought they'd be able to sneak past unnoticed, something they couldn't even do outside of this dream.

However the opposite of what [Name] expected when the Hilichurls saw them. They were honestly expecting to wake up from pure fear. The creatures moved over to them slowly and peacefully before doing this weird worship like motion that [Name] had seen them do in idle animations before, which explains where their brain got the image.

[Name] also didn't think their impulse control was the best but to be honest, they thought it was better than patting a Hilichurl on the head to feel its fur, but hey, they've been learning lots of new things about their apparently very very unintelligent brain.

What brought them out of this self deprecating inner spiral was the sound of growling from the woods behind them. [Name] wasn't sure if it was a wolf or a human but they couldn't say they were keen on finding out and it did not sound pleased.

They could have sworn their heart nearly lunge into their throat as they simply took off running. Whatever was behind them moved as well but [Name] didn't bother looked as they simply ran, their foot moving as fast as they could go.

A strange reaction for a very strange dream.

Dream.

They yelled in panic as they tripped falling into a bush full of wolf hooks. The hooks at the end of the bury burrowing into their skin but not a drop of normal blood.

Pain shot all through their body as the fall, horribly, suffocatingly real.

The liquid flowing from their cuts was not proper blood. It's metallic sheen was visible in every hint of light however otherwise it was seethrough, the leaves and branches seemed to strain themselves to reach every drop that freely flowed from their hands, arms, legs and other miscellaneous body parts.

It stung, the Wolfhook making itself known in every available way, feeling as though it was pulling itself deepened into their body. Stung was too kind of a word, it burned, it felt their arms had been cut open and was crudely being sewn back together with knives.

The pain was inescapable, this wasn't a dream. They couldn't wake up but every second they stayed, the pain only multiplied in on itself.

This wasn't a dream. None of this was dreaming but what else could it fucking be? [Name] asked again and again to empty air what it could be, their heart beating against their chest and their lungs tightening, a suffocating pressure placing itself on their already burning chest.

This had to be a dream but it couldn't be. It's too vivid, too lifelike, too fucking painful. What else could it be, they had no clue.

It felt real but it was a game, it wasn't real. It couldn't be, it wouldn't be. They'd wake up, now. They had places to be, friends to visit and message, books to read and emails to reply to, they needed to wake up, they wanted to go home now.

The mental connection to the world around them began to dull as the pain reached a climax and began its descent in level and they retreated into their mind, attempting to pull at any scraps that could explain this.

What brought them back to attention was the smell of food. There was meat and something more that they couldn't quite tell.

It took a moment for their vision to zero in once more and they jolted at the sight. They were no longer in a bush of Wolfhook, instead sitting in Hilichurl camp with not a Hilichurl in sight.

Instead, there was Razor. His brown hood sitting on his head but not limiting their view of his face. He sat, eyebrows furrowed at the cooking pot in front of him as he seemed to be making something. [Name] didn't want to make him stop.

However it was unavoidable, they glanced down to where their cuts had been, only to find faint silvery purple lines across their skin, that definitely was not normal, however the movement alerted Razor that they were back to focus.

He gave them a smile that caused their heart to begin to melt before speaking. "Food almost done. I help Guide now."

[Name] nearly wanted to cry.

This wasn't a dream, maybe that would be okay.

Guide huh? That's a cool title and if it helps to encourage people, surely it wouldn't be wrong to take it. Maybe they could make friends.

I actually wrote the thing! It took me a while but it happened!

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Part 12

Please enjoy! Feel free to like/reblog/comment/send in an ask or send in a request!

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#genshin x reader #sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin sagau #genshin self aware au #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin #The Guide

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the-bumbling-furby · 5 months

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heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby

[pt: heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby /end pt]

first off: i do not condone any hate towards the 2023 Furby or the people who like it! the Furby fandom is all about embracing weirdness, and the reaction to the newest Furby shouldn’t be any different

out of respect for those who like the new Furbys, all of my negative opinions will be kept under the cut

i also will not be adding image descriptions as i don’t have the energy right now, so please feel free to add them on

that being said, let’s get into it!

things i like:

[pt: things i like /end pt]

the color palette

while it can definitely be a little bit overstimulating, i really enjoy all of the new Furby color palettes! they’re bright and fun while also not being too busy. i think that the colors work well together and look really neat

the lights

i honestly really liked the lights, especially how they glow through the ears! they look super neat and add a nice touch of personality. the range of colors as well as the transitions between were a pleasant surprise

customizability

the possibilities for customization of these Furbys are honesty impressive, and even in the few months they’ve been out i’ve seen so many cool 2023 customs! unlike the boom and connect (no shade to them), the eyes are fully able to be painted while still working. i honestly can’t wait until we get to see some oddbody and longified versions of these guys

[source 1] [source 2] [source 3]

the homage to 1998 Furby in the packaging

i'm not sure how many people actually noticed this as i haven’t seen it mentioned yet, but on the interior packaging there’s a gen 1 Furby on the shelf in 2023 Furby’s room! i thought that it was a super sweet touch and it made me smile as i was opening up my own 2023 Furby :)

no app!

it was honestly super relieving for me that there’s no app for the newest Furby. the apps for the boom and connect were great ideas, but they were very finicky and then got discontinued after the generation ended. i’m personally glad that the 2023 Furby can do everything on it’s own with no app add-ons

things i didn’t like (under cut):

[pt: things i didn’t like (under cut) /end pt]

the voice

honestly the voice gave me such a headache. i can’t quite put my finger on it, but the pitch combined with the quality of the voice just made it super hard to listen to. i know this is a personal thing, but it really made me enjoy this Furby a lot less than i could have. here’s a video of my 2023 Furby, if you haven’t heard one:

lack of animation/life

while the mechanics were pretty well done, i think that there was a severe lack of depth or life in how the 2023 Furby moves and looks. i won’t talk about the beak since everyone already has, but the lack of a moving beak is one of the many contributors to the overall lack of animation. with how many times Furby has been rebooted, i personally think that the (artificial) life of Furby has been deprived more and more

stereotypically gendered marketing

while i don’t like gender stereotypes, it’s very clear that Hasbro had a target audience for this new Furby. with both the language and design of the 2023 Furby, it is less enjoyable and socially acceptable for young boys to have. while i wish this weren’t the case, this kind of rigid and targeted marketing is unfortunately something that needs to be considered

repetitive and very little evolution

while each of the other generations had something that varied their interactions, i felt that this one had a lot less of that. with the 1998's learning of english, the 2005's range of emotions, the 2012's different personalities, and the 2016's different personalities and reactions to things, i felt like there was something missing in the 2023 Furby. The actions felt repetitive, and the occasional song addition wasn't enough to keep me really interested. the repetition started to get on my nerves a bit and i ended up turning my Furby off

thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby!

[pt: thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby! /end pt]

#2023 furby #furby 2023 #my post #furby #furby fandom #furblr #furby community #long post #undescribed

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urlocalnightmare · 1 year

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How to make a gif + sharpening

Gifs are part of the Tumblr experience and you may want to learn how to do them.

If that is the case, here is a tutorial, showing all the tricks I learned in the past years.

Contents

Software needed

Videos

The process.

Software needed

Windows or Mac OS

Gom Player [download]

Photoshop (I use Photoshop CC 2018, but you can really use any version as long as it has the timeline option).

Talking about Photoshop. You should buy it - but for educational purposes, I can tell you that if you google, you can find many many tutorials on how to install it.

Here is the link to one & [another one]

Overall, I suggest you to google for tumblr tutorials - there are plenty.

Videos

To make HQ gifs you may want to get the scene you want to gif in the highest quality possible.

On Youtube there are a lot of 4K and 1080p videos (especially music videos)

If you are looking for a film or a TV show I am sure you know there are some websites that provide you with 1080p quality files (look for Bluray Rips, they have the best quality).

The process

Now for the fun part. Before starting I want to give you a little cheat sheet on Tumblr’s post dimensions (useful if you want to have really HQ gifs) [here].

Here is the gif I’m gonna make with you today:

It has no filter: just some sharpening.

STEP ONE: SCREENCAPPING

Run Gom Player and open the video you want to get the screencaps from.

See that little button there? You have to press it. It is called Control Panel.

Once you pressed on it, a pop-up window should load + make sure to click on the Video bar, and the Advanced Capture option:

These are my options:

Now, play the video and press the Burst Capture: once you’re done, press that same button again to stop the process.

Now, the designated folder where you saved the screencaps should have all of the saved frames.

STEP TWO: PHOTOSHOP

On Photoshop go to File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack

This window will pop up:

Click on Browse… and select your screencap folder, and select now all the frames of the scene you want to gif, you’ll get something like this:

Now press OK and let Photoshop do its job.

Before starting, make sure the timeline is on (it’s on if it has a tiny check next to it - see the picture below):

Now, your timeline should be visible at the bottom of your screen. Please select the Create Frame Animation option:

Once you’re done, click on the burger menu on top left (see image above):

Click on Make frames from layers

Click again on that menu

Now on Reverse frames

For the last time click on the menu

Select all frames.

Now all of your frames should be selected. Right click on one of those frames where you read “0 sec.”:

Select Other… and write 0.05 (or 0,05 - it's the same tho, for example, my version of Photoshop supports as decimal symbol the comma instead of the full stop!) and confirm.

STEP THREE: CROPPING

Ok, now cropping is really delicate. First, select the crop tool and on the top bar use the Ratio option, like this:

Now, really pick whatever ratio you want (mine is 5:4), and using the handles cut out the black portions of the scene - nothing more. Then confirm.

Go to Image > Image size and write the width based on the cheat sheet I linked above (if the little chain symbol is selected, the height will automatically adjust!) -> These are my options:

Note: if your resolution is different than 96, don’t change it - leave the number you have.

Confirm.

STEP FOUR: CREATING THE SMART OBJECT AND SHARPENING

Now, on the timeline, select the first frame, and on the bottom left there is this symbol you may want to click:

Select all the layers, right click and select Convert to Smart Object

Select the newly made smart object and go on the Filter > Sharpen menu and pick Smart Sharpen: these are my options

Press OK and then redo it (the smart object has to be sharpened twice).

STEP FIVE: SAVING

File > Export > Save for web

Make sure the looping setting is on Forever - click on save and you’re done!

[list of other tutorials here]

#urlocalnightmare:tutorials

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funnywormz · 1 year

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putting some red dwarf headcanons below the cut bc im feeling kinda crappy and just wanna talk abt them.

please keep in mind that these are my readings of the characters and im in no way trying to claim these things are canon or the "correct" way of interpreting them, this is just how i see them personally. a lot of this is just rlly self-indulgent and involves me Projecting. if you don't agree with me on any/all of these, that's fine, i don't expect anyone to be on board with all of them tbh, just pls be nice to be abt it im sensitive

also just a warning. this post got very long bc i have a Lot to say lol

lister

gender: trans man, he/they

sexuality: bisexual

other: adhd (inattentive type), depression, amputee with prosthetic arm

notes: i headcanon lister as a trans man bc im trans masc myself and i find it very comforting to see him that way. it also fits in well with some aspects of canon, like his pregnancy in season 2. he's also just trans masc swag personified lol.

the bisexual headcanon seems to be shared by a lot of ppl in the fandom, and it's personally the way i see him. i think he has a definite preference for women but is still occasionally attracted to men, and (i am pretending that one scene in series 7 doesn't exist here lol 😒) i don't think he'd be repressed abt it at all. he's horny and not afraid to act on it

in terms of the neurodivergent stuff, i think adhd-i fits with his personality pretty well. i think that combined with his tendency to be depressed makes it hard for him to stay motivated and focused, and often means that he doesn't rlly take care of himself or his personal hygiene and seeks out short-term sources of pleasure like food, video games, alcohol and sex to keep himself happy, but can't rlly focus on long term goals. being the last human alive stuck in deep space definitely doesn't help. often his "laziness" is a result of his lack of energy and motivation rather than being an intentional thing. some days he just spend all of his time curled up on his bunk sleeping bc he can't find the drive to do anything else. he doesn't rlly WANT to be that way, he wants to have fun and actually do things, but it doesn't always happen and he has some rlly bad days at times.

with the prosthetic arm, personally i think they should've given him a prosthetic and had a proper character arc around him learning to cope with a disability back in season 7/8, rather than playing it off as a joke and immediately retconning it. i haven't rlly done much planning for this one yet but i just know i want it to be a thing. i think he would probably have a dope looking robot arm or something bc there's no way he'd just go for a boring generic arm if he had the choice imo. he would love to deck it out and customise it and put stickers all over it despite kryten telling him not to hehe

rimmer

gender: mostly cis man but maybe with a little hint of nonbinary-ness in there that he unfortunately refuses to acknowledge. he/him

sexuality: h for homosexual BABEY!!!!!!

other: autism, adhd (hyperactive), panic disorder, generalised anxiety disorder

notes: i think that it's quite possible that rimmer could have a little bit of gender stuff going on. when he projects his own insecurities abt gender and sexuality onto ace he specifically makes jabs abt ace probably wearing women's clothes in secret multiple times, which is equally as telling as his sniping abt ace being gay.

i also do headcanon rimmer as gay, but deeply, deeply repressed about it. he pursues women and kinda forces himself to believe he's attracted to them, but it's out of his desire to meet his own stupid arbitrary expectations of what he "should" be like, rather than out of any genuine attraction. ik a lot of ppl see him as bi, which is perfectly valid! but personally his pursuits of women read to me as something he does bc he feels he needs to do it to complete his image rather than something he does out of any real desire. he's also got enough internalised homophobia that it'd probably take decades of therapy to make him be normal abt it lol. rimmer wants to be the kind of man that he thinks will receive respect and will meet the expectations his family put on him as a child, and having a wife and children was always part of that image for him. he never really stopped to consider if that's something he actually wanted. i think he becomes more accepting of his own queerness as time goes on, but it does take time.

the neurodivergent stuff should be pretty self explanatory but im gonna rant abt it anyways. as an autistic person myself, i find rimmer very relatable. there are multiple scenes in the series where jokes and sarcasm go over his head completely, and countless times where he misreads body language and doesn't seem to get what kind of behaviour is appropriate for certain situations. he just seems to struggle with social interaction and bonding/making friends in general. he has intense interests that others don't rlly understand, like telegraph poles, risk, cars, morris dancing, etc. he gets pleasure out of organising and sorting things to a degree that seems pedantic to others, and seems genuinely confused when lister doesn't share his enthusiasm for cataloguing the ship's food stocks as a fun saturday night activity. he seems to enjoy routines and predictability, and gets upset when unexpected things happen. he also tends to get obsessive about small details rather than focusing on the big picture.

in terms of hyperactive adhd, it seems to me that rimmer often has a hard time slowing down and relaxing, and seems to need to be constantly on the go and doing things and generally fussing about. he also is self aware abt the fact that he has a hard time being quiet, and needs to talk more and at a faster pace than most other people, especially when he's nervous or distracted. as well as this, he often stims by rocking back and forth and jiggling his leg up and down (this also fits with the autism hc). he also has a tendency to procrastinate and seems to have a hard time studying, despite his attempts to convince people otherwise. it often comes up in the series that he'll get hyperfixated on doing something a bit arbitrary, like making an impeccable study timetable/schedule, or tidying, or sorting things into perfect order, rather than actually STUDYING, which is part of why he continuously fails his engineering exam.

the panic and anxiety disorder thing should be pretty self explanatory too. rimmer is clearly a worrier and has multiple panic attacks in the actual series. he seems to spend most of his time in a highly strung state of near panic, to the point where it interferes with his physical health. the way the canon narrative handles his anxiety, and his neurodivergent traits in general, is often a bit shitty lol, but it seems clear to me that he suffers from anxiety and panic attacks. kryten mentions that he's at a higher risk for those kinds of disorders due to genetics, but i also think that his childhood trauma and subsequent lifestyle (deathstyle??) definitely haven't helped him get any calmer lol

the cat

gender: trans man, he/him

sexuality: bisexual aromantic

other: autism

notes: most of these are more of a "because i said so" situation rather than things with canon evidence lol but still. esp the trans man one. i don't think the cat rlly has much of a concept of his own gender at all tbh, he just decided one day he was more comfortable as a man and stopped thinking abt it after that lol. i see the cat as bisexual bc i don't think he'd rlly give a fuck abt gender as long as ppl are hot and well presented, and i think he's aromantic bc throughout the series he doesn't seem to show much interest in a committed romantic relationship with anyone. when he does show interest in people, it reads more as purely sexual attraction to me than any desire to settle down or have an actual relationship.

i think he's autistic but it isn't always picked up bc his special interest is fashion, which isn't perceived to be a "typical" special interest. he seems very particular abt textures and colours, and puts meticulous effort into his wardrobe and often only wants to talk abt clothes even when ppl want to talk to him abt something else. to tie in with that, he doesn't seem great at reading social cues and often makes faux pas and accidentally insults others without realising it. he seems to generally have a hard time with empathy and understanding that others might not always share his interests and priorities

kryten

gender: nonbinary, any pronouns but generally uses he/him and is fine with this

sexuality: aroace

other: autism (again)

notes: ik that robots being nonbinary and aroace and autistic can be an unfortunate and frustrating stereotype sometimes, but it's just hard for me to see kryten any other way 😅. anyways, although im not aro or ace, i AM autistic and nonbinary and i think robots rule and i adore kryten so WHATEVER!!!! take it up with my nonexistent lawyer or something idc

in terms of being nb, kryten seems to only have the vaguest idea of what gender actually is, and i doubt that he really identifies as particularly male or female. he's most used to being perceived as male, but i don't think he really identifies with manhood. he seemed actively repulsed by male reproductive organs when he was briefly human, which makes me think that if he was human he'd probably suffer from gender dysphoria if he had to live in an amab body, but likewise he seems to have mixed feelings abt being perceived as a woman in season 8. in truth, i think he fits somewhere in the middle.

i see kryten as aroace bc he just never rlly seems to express any interest in sex or romance, even seeming confused by both concepts at different points. he IS a deeply loving and passionate and affectionate person at times imo, but it's always platonic i think. he just doesn't strike me as someone who would get any enjoyment or fulfilment out of having sex or being in a romantic relationship.

the autistic hc should once again be pretty obvious. he has a hard time reading social cues a lot of the time, and enjoys repetitive tasks that other ppl find boring, like ironing etc. he also just generally does and says things that strike others as eccentric without meaning to come across that way and jokes often go right over his head. he's autistic to me. ik that a lot of this is tied up with him being a mechanoid, but im autistic and i love kryten so im claiming him fuck you

kochanski

gender: trans woman, she/her

sexuality: lesbian

other: autism, generalised anxiety disorder

notes: ive seen a few ppl hc kochanski as a trans woman and i rlly warmed up to it. it also makes sense that lister would get a crush on her if he knew she was trans and they had "two of the only trans ppl on the dwarf" solidarity, like i can imagine it being part of why he came to like her tbh.

ik kochanski's statement abt her dave being gay and them just pretending to be in a relationship was immediately dismissed by lister and she didn't argue abt it, but i like to personally believe it's true. i think for a long time she struggled with internalised homophobia and didn't mind getting attention from men, esp bc it validated her gender as well. but in my headcanon it was always uncomfortable for her and never felt right, hence why she broke up with her lister before the accident (although the breakup was also in part due to her lister's struggles with his sexuality as well). much like with rimmer, i think kochanski had high expectations of herself and felt anxious for others to see her as a "real woman", and for a long time it was hard for her to reconcile being a lesbian with those expectations. but she gets there eventually.

at first i was on the fence abt headcanoning kochanski as being autistic, but i decided to do it. she's better at masking than rimmer is, but it still shows through in her very particular sensory preferences and attachment to comfort items and occasional misreading of social situations. likewise with generalised anxiety, i think she has a tendency to get anxious and worry abt things that other ppl might not care abt, and becomes stressed pretty easily. she tries her best to hide it, but she likes to be in control of a situation and know what all of the likely outcomes are, and when she can't have that level of control she finds it deeply upsetting and destabilising. she likes to have predictability and routine and takes comfort in familiar objects and sensations even when those things might seem silly or irrelevant to others.

holly

gender: nonbinary (imagine all of the computer related puns she could make abt this lol he would love it), any pronouns

sexuality: bisexual

other: n/a

notes: holly is so nonbinary to me. it's basically canon already considering that they switch back and forth between male and female presentation multiple times. i don't think gender means a hell of a lot to holly but she enjoys messing around with it and trying out new things. my personal headcanon is that she prefers presenting in more of a feminine way but the default presentation he's programmed with is masculine and she can't rlly be bothered changing it a lot of the time bc she doesn't rlly give a smeg.

likewise i think holly is attracted to men and women and everyone else. i don't think he feels sexual or romantic attraction that often but it definitely happens. they only ever really feel attraction to other ai though and aren't into organic beings in that way, and bc he hardly ever gets to encounter other ai her romantic life is kinda nonexistent lol.

i think holly probably has some Brain Stuff going on but idk what exactly so ive left that blank for now. if i come up with anything i will probably edit this later

OK THAT'S IT FOR NOW sorry this post is long as fuck. hope you guys enjoyed reading me ramble on abt the silly little fellows

#i dont think im gonna put this in the main tags bc im scared of ppl making fun of me for these 😔#like i said it's very self indulgent i dont expect ppl to agree with me or even understand. but i just needed to go on a ramble #pls be nice

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ramadoodles · 6 months

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I feel like you'd have an informed and dynamic perspective of this so I'd like to know your take on "gaze" in media and film. For example, there's a lot of discourse circulating about "white" gaze and "colonial" gaze and questions about "lesbian" and "gay" gazes in terms of how art and people are seen/treated from their perspective.

But what do these gazes really look like in terms of how characters are portrayed or how certain topics are narrated through image and film?

Oh, man. Well, first of all I'm quite honored that I seem to come across as cultured enough to have a coherent take on this. I hadn't heard of the lesbian and gay gazes before, but I'll certainly take a stab at understanding it. (For everyone else- this is a long rambling post with no images, sorry about the scrolltime)

So to start with, let's take this to first principles- how can we define gaze?

I'd say that when a piece of media assumes a gaze, it decides that a person carrying that gaze is holding the camera. So the camera is imbued with the biases of that person. e.g. If an artist took a video of a sunflower, he might focus on the interplay of light among the petals. A biologist, on the other hand, would zoom into the center and identify the spiral of tiny florets.

If we expand this concept to male gaze- that can be explained as the camera being held by a man, and it being imbued with male biases. It’s not strictly related to female objectification- it's a way to explain a limited male view, where the rest of the characters exist mainly to serve him, his interests, and his storyline.

So when the male gaze focuses on women, it shows women as passive, vapid, or oversexualized. They function secondarily to the primary male characters and/or focus their attention on pleasing these men or competing with other women to get male affection.

Male gaze also overvalues male tasks and devalues traditionally female tasks.

And hence, female gaze would assume that a woman is holding the camera, and thus show what she is focusing on- often it does that by focusing on a male body (aka George of the Jungle) or it focuses on the feelings of the female protagonist around a complex event, rather than the actual event itself. Someone else has written an amazing article about this concept here.

Now if we were to define gay gaze, as a separate from general male gaze- I suppose there would be much more objectification of men. The only really good reference I have for this is a reddit comment (by a gay man!) about the "gay pandering" of a famous actor, and how his scenes were shot with a gay lens compared to his costar, whose scenes were shot with a straight female perspective. Essentially Gay Gaze Actor was shot from left to right, and shots of him were cut from the thigh up to emphasize his curves and musculature, in comparison to the costar who got more vertical shots highlighting his height. (If you've seen SOTY, go check it out and see if you notice any of this!) It's super interesting but the whole thing sadly got deleted, so I can't link it here.

I still have to search about lesbian gaze, sorry! I ran out of time but I'll update here tomorrow.

There is nothing negative about the male gaze, if taken on its own. If you're a person, you're imbued with biases; ergo there's a gaze for every classification of person. The reason why the male gaze stands out so much is because it's all-pervasive, to a level where the male gaze has influenced the gazes that we have. As a result, and perhaps I'm going out on a limb here, but even when a piece of media is female-produced, it sometimes has a lot of male-gazey nudity which is shown to be empowering for these women, as they can reclaim their own bodies. The fact that their bodies need reclaiming is, I would argue, the impact that the male gaze still has on feminist media.

In case you want to learn more film theory, I'd advise turning to youtubers like Filmento, Closer Look and Cinema Therapy, since they're where I had gotten most of my previous knowledge from.

#asks #film theory

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not happy to learn you deal with chronic pain, but i have to say, thank you for mentioning it. i want to live a life like yours, but am often afraid i won't be able to b/c of my health issues (basically, migraines every day). it's hard not to despair sometimes. but it gives me a lot of hope to see women like you who are making it work, even when it's tough.

Oh no, I'm so sorry about the migraines! I only had two of those in my life and it was some of my worst moments, it's awful you have to deal with that :(.

I'm able to do what I do with chronic pain because it's very do-it-when-you-feel-like-it based, I only have to do real-life work 2 days a week, the rest of the time I'm either in bed, or outside. I can do gardening because it's no-dig gardening, which takes way less effort and in the future, I hope to have raised beds which are also great for people who struggle with pain!

DIY stuff can all be done out of bed, I've been doing most of the vegetable cutting, basketry, sewing, and all kinds of projects right there in my pillow armchair. I also manage cooking by just wrapping the entire boiling pot in towels and a blanket, and then I can walk away from it and forget it, and it will keep cooking for half an hour. After the initial preparation, it takes no effort to actually cook something.

Most of the stuff I do is without strict deadlines, with no rules of how I'm supposed to do it, so yeah it gives way to all kinds of adjustments so a person with a disability could also do it!

I am a bit worried that I'm giving off a false image of my life, the reality is that I'm in bed most of the time, watching educational videos and tutorials, and I just have to get up to do work, gardening, cooking, and to water my plants. I post every time I do make something, so it might seem like I'm always into doing things! But no, I'm resting.

I feel like it's the capitalistic lifestyle that allows for no disabilities, when you're out in nature you can pretty much do as you please, the only important things are that you have shelter and that you manage to prepare food for the winter during the summer. If you can't do something otherwise, you just go by without it! Only food and shelter are essential, the rest can wait.

#chronic pain #living in nature #migraines #ask

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poohwhin · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 (𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥. 𝟒 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

I’m putting them under the cut not only because they might be long but also so those who don’t care abt this can scroll. SKSK. (and also because I’ll be using images)

also if you wanna see my “real time” reactions i have a thought dump post.

anyways i’m not a theorist or someone smart enough to analyse anything i just have a lotta thoughts.

To start, I really enjoy the inclusion of the creation story from the bible— and how it confirms that Gabriel’s been here from the START. Man honestly said “if you want something done, hit it at the source.” And ofc we have the signature forbidden fruit event, and Eve becoming painfully aware of “the man in the sky.” Tbh I just love any edition with Gabriel because he’s literally the root of everyone’s problems so I want more of him.

I also really love the background that we get for Thatcher, and the BPS crew. Thatcher’s life after Ruth’s death, the melancholy and SADNESS he’s feeling— all the while alternates are invading his home as well as impersonating him. As for the BPS crew, i love how they were just a couple of high school kids who formed a club, yet were not prepared for the actual demons adam was exposing them to. (and come to find out that Adam may be an alternate himself? or SOME OTHER ENTITY? ever since the age of 4?? man)

let me spin back to thatcher real quick because his letter to ruth had me SOBBING. and CRYING. he was so scared, and that got her killed. and even his alternate is taunting him (with his face i might add) like “alive or dead you serve no purpose.” god.

Adam’s memorial video for Jonah was so goofy but also the edited in(?) scenes were pretty inch resting. I’m intrigued about the drawing of the preacher?? the messenger?? im a fake fan i barely know these alternate names. but i wanna know who drew that and what they wrote beside it. Also Adam my sweet boy adding “rate 5 stars and subscribe” was FOUL.

Anyways on to my most jarring experience from this video because I am. FLOORED. Face studio. Face Studio 2. Where the hell is the first one, and how the hell did alternates learn to code.

they’re sitting at their little desktops kicking their feet and twirling their stolen hair as pick which face mask to put on.

but then it transitions to footage of lynn’s home with an alternates face speaking on screen. and if i heard everything correctly, it was like:

“a thriving society of followers of the true saviour. his entangled (?) limbs danced around my bedroom. i held my breath. and waited for it to stop. i was too scared.”

but it glitched out after that, plus i could barely make anything out. anyways i think this is cryptic is cool.

then the moment that everyone and their MOTHER was talking about is dave’s encounter with gabriel 🫶this entity literally SPLIT THE HEAVEN’S AND DAVE’S MENTAL STABILITY IN HALF. (rip dave. i’ll box alex logan paul style and avenge you /j )

he just wants to talk about his car’s extended warranty <3

i hate the fact that this mf is stanley. why couldnt stanley have just been a silly little rubber band man. nah but i love how, even though the previous images were just a photoshop choice alex made for scare factor; i love the thought that his face looks different each time you see him being a result of his “contorted flesh and broken bones.” but please somebody get this man a friend so he stops stealing people’s children.

also his conversation with Adam really has me thinking more than i’d like to admit. and has me wondering if adam is already an alternate, and if he is: how long has he been one? it’d be interesting if a drastic change like that was happening to the children the intruder abducts (unless its an adam specific thing). but then his images being shown at the end make me question that. SKSKS.

i dont even KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS. HGGGGGGG. and adam’s photos presumably to be uploaded onto Face Studio being shown right afterwards? man.

an already cataclysmic situation is about to become an intergalactic problem 🫶

also;

remembrance. the action of remembering something. the action of remembering the dead, especially in a ceremony. a memory or recollection.

correspondence. a close similarity, connection, or equivalence. communication by exchanging letters with

malignance. the quality of being malign. (evil in nature or effect; malevolent.)

these three words appeared in pretty distinct spots so i think thats cool. i love alex’s usages of SAT words SKSKSSK

ANYWAYS. THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. i really enjoyed Vol. 4, and was glad to get some more information on the world Alex’s creating <3 (as well as the buildup to the climax?) anyways ty for coming to my rambling. 🫶

#; poo talk #; tmc rant #mandela catalogue

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「 personal youtube channel ⇛ self defense for charity 」

the video begins with jinyoung in an empty studio, clad in gym clothes brand babylon of course. with his hands clasped neatly in front of himself and shoulders set back, the male opens up with his signature line. “what’s up gym rats?”

“today’s video will be a bit special as we’re helping out at a local community center to give self-defense classes to kids from low-income families because learning how to hold your ground in today’s society is important and one shouldn’t forget that kindness never equals weakness.” with a firm nod he releases his hands only to clap them together once more.

“so in addition to donating for this facility to remain running smoothly, I wished to extend part of my time to personally offer my help and received this opportunity in return. shall we see if the kids will end up eating me alive,” he jests before motioning for the camera to follow him. “lets go.”

the video itself is a compilation of jinyoung introducing the kids to some basic moves, a medley of the most recent releases of groups under LGC playing as background music as various scenes of him interacting with the kids and helping them execute the moves are seen. they vary from serious scenes to him lifting the kids as they hang off his arms or just flat down being tackled by all of them with boney limps digging into his joints while he simply smiles and laughs along.

only when the final scene concludes does the music fade out as he gives his closing speech to the kids. “remember to be grateful and kind always. only use your strength and resolve for your own wellbeing and that of those weaker than you, never to intentionally harm other individuals. practice what you preach and always treat the person you’re facing how you wish to be treated in return. as long as you remain in peace with your own conscience, nothing will shake your foundation. i wish you all well.” with a final bow that is mirrored by the kids the class is dismissed and the scene cuts back to him closing out the video, looking definitely a lot more rumpled up than when he started.

“kids are our future. they have so much to offer if we as a society allow them to. it’s important to nurture them with the necessities they need to grow to astonishing individuals, so I was truly fortunate and glad to have been giving this opportunity. if you have a penny to spare the link to the center and other organizations such as this one is linked in the description below. please consider donating some of your money and / or time to help keep a smile on these kids’ faces. thank you for watching everyone, i wish you all well,” he repeats with a final bow and wave, smiling into the lens as the image fades to black.

#solo: snapshot;#lgc:personalchannel #yt: muljjingi's gym

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Domaystic day 2: A stash of...

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle

Rating: T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893625/chapters/118179598#workskin

"So… It's been a couple weeks. How are things going with Tom?" Hermione casually inquired. Her video bounced erratically until she set her tablet down on the bedside table.

Ron laughed, voice staticky over the speaker. "Yeah, does he ever leave his room?"

"Of course he leaves his room," Hermione scolded. "I meet with him in the library once a week."

"I have calc two with him," Harry offered, pretending to misunderstand Ron's question, "so that's at least twice a week."

"I never see him," Ron grumbled.

"Aw! Is ickle Ronniekins sad?" One of the twins teased.

"You don't even know who we're talking about!"

"He sure is, Forge," the other twin answered, gleefully ignoring Ron.

Harry wished Ron's camera worked. It was always hilarious when the twins got hold of people's phones.

"But why, Gred?"

"Can you guys get the fuck out of my room?!"

"His room, he says," a twin chuckled.

The other joined in. "Pretty sure his name isn't on the lease."

"Guys-"

"Now, who is this mysterious dreamboat little Ronny is so despondent to have missed?"

"Fred! That's not-!"

"Pardon me, but that is, in fact, not Fred. I am Fred."

"I don't give a fuck-!"

One of the twins tsk'ed. "Such language!"

"A shame upon our house!"

"Mother would be appalled!"

There was a loud thunk as the phone presumably fell, and then a series of scuffling noises and yelling. Then silence.

Little Ronny poo is on mute until he learns to behave himself.

But please do tell us all about your friend.

Hermione sighed. "This wasn't really intended to be a public conversation, guys. The three of us are just trying to catch up after the first few weeks of classes."

Sounded rather like gossip to us.

Harry chuckled. "Maybe a little."

So dish.

"I have a roommate, Tom Riddle, and he-"

Oh!

We've heard about him!

"You have?" Hermione questioned, her image leaning closer to the tablet.

Who hasn't heard about the poor, exiled snakey?

"Snake?" Hermione's question came at the same time as Harry's, "Exiled?"

They wouldn't let him live in the Slytherin dorm.

Harry frowned. "Why?"

You'd have to ask him. They're a tight lipped bunch.

"Harry Potter?" A querulous voice called from his door.

Harry quickly set his phone down and jogged off with a quick, "Just a sec, guys!"

"Harry? What-?"

The rest of Hermione's question was cut off as he shut the door behind him. Turning around, he smiled at the shrunken old man nervously twitching around the kitchenette.

"Hey, Dobby."

"Hello, Harry!" The grin on his wrinkled face could have lit up the room, if he didn't have cheap, yellowed dentures.

Harry couldn't help but smile in return, though. "How's it going?"

"Where are the dishes? The trash?" Dobby questioned, waving his left hand around the dorm while keeping his right on his hip. "You boys are too helpful!"

"We were told-"

Dobby made a rude noise. "I will do the cleaning for you."

"And for me?" Tom drawled, quietly shutting his bedroom door before locking it. He turned to them and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware that you had a personal housekeeper, Harry. Lucky us."

"He isn't-!"

"Tom Riddle, you do not need help. You are a very clean boy."

"Flatterer," Tom bowed mockingly and headed for the door. He stopped, the door open just a crack, to fix Harry with a flat look. "Leave my things alone."

Harry scoffed. "I wouldn't touch anything of yours."

Tom nodded after a moment, eyes still trained on Harry's, before slowly easing the door shut.

There was a moment of silence, before Harry scuffed a foot on the wooden floor and glanced down at Dobby. "Am I not a 'very clean' boy?"

"You are teasing me," the housekeeper grumbled. Padding over to the bathroom, he sighed. "Even the bathroom is clean. What will I clean now?"

"It's really alright," Harry soothed, following Dobby over and shutting the door. "I was raised to clean up after myself. I think Tom was as well."

Dobby's answer was an unamused 'hmph' as he wandered the apartment, presumably checking it for any errant messes.

A loud shriek of "HARRY!" reminded him that he'd left the video call going. Walking backwards to his room, Harry smiled at Dobby. "Gotta get back to my friends."

The old man immediately began following him. "Is your room clean?"

"I mean, it's clean enough-"

Dobby snorted and eased himself into the room before Harry could bring himself to object.

"Who the fuck is that?" Ron's voice called.

"Language, Ronald," Hermione reprimanded sweetly. "You wouldn't want the twins to hear now, would you?"

Ron grumbled something unflattering, and Hermione turned her nose up. It might have been more effective if he could see her, but he seemed to somehow know he was pushing his luck and quickly moved on.

"So what did you go off for?"

"Went to talk to Dobby."

"What's a Dobby?"

"Honestly, Ron! Do you pay any attention-"

"Not if I can help it."

"Are these your friends?"

"Hermione," Harry pointed at her image on his phone. She waved and Dobby waved back. "And then Ron's camera isn't working, so you can only hear him."

"It is nice to meet Harry's friends," Dobby proclaimed, grinning at a giggling Hermione before nudging Harry and staring between the unmade bed and the boy. "Harry Potter."

"No one comes in here, Dobby. It really doesn't matter."

Dobby 'hmph'ed and began making the bed. Once that was done, he started a circuit around the room to organize anything even slightly out of place.

Harry sighed and glanced at his phone. Hermione was smothering her giggles with her hands.

"What's going on?" Ron demanded. "I can't see what's happening, you know. What's so funny?"

"I'll just get out of your way," Harry mumbled, escaping the housekeeper's disapproval. He sighed again and began to flop on the couch, before changing his mind and springing back up. "You guys want to see something weird?"

"I won't see shit," Ron grumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then get your camera fixed, Ronald. Otherwise stop complaining."

"You don't know-"

"Here's one!" Harry called, gladly interrupting their bickering. He pulled one of the kitchen drawers out and pointed the phone into the cavity. "Can you see it, Hermione?"

"See what?!"

"It looks like… a bunch of junk?" Hermione answered hesitantly.

Harry placed his phone on the counter and jiggled the drawer back in place. "Yeah. Just some junk."

"And we care about that, why?"

"It's Tom's junk. He has little hidey holes of just random trash hidden all over the place. He caught me checking this place out the other day, and laughed at me."

Ron scoffed. "Trash? He's hiding trash?"

"It's not really hiding if he puts them in obvious places-"

"I would not have thought to pull drawers out searching for other people's belongings -" Hermione interjected with a frown.

"And if he knows that I know it's there," Harry continued, ruffling his hair. "So I just don't get it. Is it a practical joke or something?"

"Pretty fucking lame prank, if you ask me," Ron opined. "My brothers do way better."

"They do tricks for a living, Ronald. It's not the same."

"Whatever. Sounds like total BS to me. Just ignore it. Stop playing his fucked up game."

Harry shrugged before remembering that his friend couldn't see. "It's fine, Ron. I don't really care too much. It bothers Dobby more than me."

"What bothers Dobby?"

Harry smiled at the old man. "Tom's strange piles of junk."

"That does not bother me," he protested. "Now that I know Mr. Riddle has done it on purpose, and it is not garbage, I am happy to leave it be."

"Wait!" Hermione shouted, her image pushing close to the tablet in order to get a better look at the housekeeper. "Is that one of the hats I crocheted for you, Harry?"

"Uhh…"

Dobby leaned towards the phone and twirled in a little circle to show off his hat. It was a stretched out navy stocking cap with wide gaps between the amateur stitches. Maroon chain stitches were prominently displayed underneath the gaps in the top layer. "Harry gave me his hats! How kind he is!"

Hermione's lower lip stuck out in a subtle pout. "I made those for you, Harry."

"Does he want my hats, too, Harry?"

"Ronald-"

"How about a scarf? Or two?"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted, slamming a hand down next to her tablet.

"What?!"

"I can't believe-"

"Well," Harry tried to interject, knowing that neither of them were paying any attention to him at this point, "I think we should probably call it a night-"

The door clicked open, and Tom entered the apartment. He frowned at the yelling coming from Harry's phone, and Harry ducked his head to hiss, "Good night, guys. Talk to you tomorrow."

"You didn't answer my question!" Hermione protested.

"Yeah!" Ron shouted. "Dobby didn't say whether he was going to take all this knitting-"

"Crotchet, Ron! It's-"

"-crotchet or whatever off my hands!"

"Good night!" Harry repeated, ending the call and quickly silencing his phone. It started vibrating immediately, and he shoved it into his pocket before looking for Tom and Dobby. The housekeeper was nowhere to be seen. Raising his eyebrows, Harry was about to start checking the other rooms when Tom stepped in his way.

"He left while your friends were arguing."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Ah. Thanks."

Tom waved a hand dismissively and moved out of Harry's way.

Plopping on the sagging loveseat, Harry was startled to find that Tom had followed. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Did you find anything interesting?" Tom inquired, perching on the closest arm of the loveseat.

"What do you mean?" Harry scooted away to make room for the other boy, who shook his head when he noticed.

"You've been looking through my things."

"I have been accidentally finding piles of junk crammed into random nooks and crannies."

"How do you accidentally pull out an entire drawer and then look inside it?"

"I mean-"

Tom held a hand palm out to Harry, who cut himself off. "It's good to know that my roommate can't be trusted not to snoop-"

"Hey! That's-"

"-but at least you aren't a thief."

Harry frowned at him. "Was this a test?"

"It was certainly a test of my patience," Tom allowed, smirking when Harry snorted in response. "Now, in all seriousness, do your best to keep your curiosity to yourself. If it is not yours, then leave it alone."

Rolling his eyes, Harry found the remote and began channel surfing. "Yeah, whatever. Sounds good."

"Don't stay up too late," Tom warned. Harry glanced over, and he smiled blandly before sliding off the loveseat's arm and heading behind Harry. "We've got a test tomorrow, after all."

"Shit."

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Dream's Apology

On May 7th, 2022, Dream released an apology following his past videos come to light. In them were harmful racist and antisemitic jokes.

I have not been able to find this apology on tumblr, nor the original link. I believe it is necessary for me to post this here as a point of reference, especially with how easily misinformation circulates and resources are lost. As always, please use your own judgement.

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[Image ID: Screenshot of Dream's Pastebin 'Past' from May 7th 2022

"I’m writing this just as the thoughts come to my head so sorry if I ramble at all.

Just thought I’d readdress some things I’ve talked about before, and in turn, current events. The elephant in the room, I had bigoted humor, and some very privileged and bigoted views before Youtube. Point blank. I’ve talked openly about how YouTube changed me for the better, going from a very sheltered life to talking to people from all over the world, from different cultures and countries and communities. This is something I don’t mind talking about at all because I think growth is important, and that acknowledging that having done racist things, or other things of that nature, doesn’t make you racist. It’s your actions after knowing that what you did was racist or offensive that defines you. making sure you never do those things again, and recognizing that they’re gross, and completely unacceptable. that is what defines how you are as a person. Whether it’s a full blown racist ass “meme”, or just a micro aggression against a marginalized community. Recognizing it was wrong, and moving forward knowing that.

Some people grow up surrounded by only love & kindness & understanding and don’t realize how blessed they are to have been fed the things they were on social media, and things they were taught in school, from their parents, their friends, their local government, who all their role models were. Everyone has a different upbringing, and until you get out in the world and you meet people, you’re always a lot more ignorant. I didn’t have a twitter until 2018/19, a facebook, an Instagram, or any social media. Being able to talk to people in an instant, and have people not afraid to challenge my view point, or that didn’t have the exact same views as my friends or my family or my city, was something completely new to me. Something that at first I rejected completely, and didn’t try and LISTEN. I would listen just to know how to argue back, not to try and actually understand. Once I learned that there’s more to listening than just hearing what someone’s saying, I matured a lot and slowly but surely I met more and more awesome people and feel like a completely completely different person to even just 3 years ago when I had no social media at all.

Everything that people have been bringing up recently are things that are from videos that I deleted while I was learning and growing. There’s a reason you’re viewing it on the way back machine, and not my channel, and that they’ve been deleted since early 2020 or even 2019.

I’ve talked to fans of mine from all kinds of places and cultures and plenty of times that’s resulted in me deciding to take a video down, even if it was only one person I had a discussion with in private. A lot of my “humor” came from the YouTubers I watched growing up, and so knowing that, I’ve always strived to make sure my content is as friendly to people around the world as it possibly can be. No matter who it is. I feel like it’s my responsibility. I don’t want a kid to end up being accidentally hateful because it’s something that I made them feel like was okay. I’m not their parent, but sometimes creators can have more of an influence on someone’s heart than even their parents. I only want that to be positive.

It is upsetting seeing clips that I have removed long ago being brought up, because obviously they were removed for a reason. But like I’ve also talked about many times before, that’s going to unfortunately happen. When people see stuff like that, they will want some reassurance that you don’t hold those views, or that you were uninformed or being ignorant. but the fact is, that’s not always the case. Sometimes, you were just being racist. You can be being both ignorant and racist at the same time.

I’ve done racist things. I’ve done bigoted things. I’ve never done anything with the intent to harm someone, but I have definitely harmed groups of people without caring, or without understanding the effect my words or actions could have on that group. What struggles they have to deal with on a daily basis, and how me as a teenager didn’t care enough to understand that or realize that I was adding to hatefulness in the world. It sucks, it sucked, and I’m sorry.

It’s heartbreaking to see long since deleted clips resurface, because it’s paraded as if these are my current jokes, or my current positions, or that I am a horrible bigot, and when that happens, the hurt that my past self inflicted on probably a very small audience, now gets brought up again and amplified to hurt more people. It breaks my heart because I’ve always learned from my mistakes, and part of that has opened me up to being a lot more empathetic. It hurts seeing some of the random memes or jokes that I made growing up, because now I understand that they weren’t just jokes, they were harmful and they had real impact on those around me, even if I didn’t know it. People don’t need to see idiotic gross things that I did at a young age, or while growing up and finding myself as a person. that being said, I don’t want to just brush it off, because I feel like everything I’m saying here is important for you guys to hear, and it doesn’t matter how long ago something was, it’s bound to pop up at some point.

So I’ll just finish this by saying that I have nothing but love for everybody out there, I don’t care who you are, if you hate me or love me, where you’re from, or anything about you. you have value and worth, and you deserve to be listened to and understood. I’ll always do my best to learn and grow from my past mistakes, and listen to people when I make new ones, because I will. I ask that everyone judge me by my current content, my current character, and who I am now as a person, because that’s all I have to offer, and the best anyone can do. I’ll do my best to always be the best version of myself possible.

See you soon - Dream" End ID].

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