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Roaring Heights, Bridgeport, or a Custom Town?

So I’m starting to get the storyline for Gen 2 of the Shore Legacy ready, and since Gen 2’s goal is business, some of the scenes will be taking place in a city.

Bridgeport was my first idea, but for some reason, my game lags like crazy when I load it up. So, I had thought about trying Roaring Heights, but I’m afraid it’s not….Big city enough? My last resort was a custom town, but I just don’t know of any good ones.

What do you guys think? Should I go with Roaring Heights or Bridgeport? Or should I go with a custom town, and if so, do you guys have any good ones you recommend? I’d prefer a town that looks like a city (tall buildings, etc) but still has some suburban areas as well. Thanks!

The 7 Elements of a SCENE

There are few things as soul-crushing in the writing process (at least to me) than getting a bunch of characters in a room with the intention of something happening, then the characters proceed to stand around and stare at each other.  

Or worse, look at you like this. 

My characters didn’t know why they were there. I didn’t know why they were there either. I had no clue what they were supposed to be doing, so I’d start throwing random instructions at them: “Fight, characters! You guys should fight now! Maybe fighting will make this event have a purpose!” Which inevitably resulted in characters going through the motions of battle for no apparent reason, like they had all lost their minds.

What was the problem? I didn’t know how to write a scene. I didn’t know what a scene was. I had a vague definition that it was something about changing scenery, or just “something happening”.

It’s not. And once I learned what a scene was, my characters got to stop pummeling each other, while wishing they could pummel me. 

So what is a scene? 

The definition of a scene is kind of like the definition of a story. Story is change, a massive change in the life of your main character. A scene is change too, but much smaller, and part of that huge story change. You couldn’t have the BIG change without these tiny changes. Thus, a scene is not switching scenery. It’s not flipping to a new Character’s POV. It’s one segment of change, which triggers the next change, which triggers the next, which gradually build into sequences, which build into Acts, which build into story. 

So what goes into a scene? How does it work?

1. Alternating Charges

If a scene opens positive, it will turn negative by the end. If it opens negative, it will end positive. Simple. 

2. Character Goals

Everybody in a scene wants something. If they don’t want anything, they shouldn’t be in the scene. And these characters, with their often opposing goals, are going to employ different tactics on each other to get what they want. Which creates …

3. Escalating Conflict

Conflict is created when one character wants one thing and another wants something else, right? So the characters in the scene are each pushing for something different, each new tactic increasing in determination. And what are these actions called?  

4. Beats

The beats of a scene are exchanges of action and reaction. One character does something, another character reacts. All exchanges (beats) are pushing the scene onward, building tension and conflict, until finally …

5. Turns & Revelations

The scene turns. The positive has changed to negative. Something has been discovered. The story has spun in a new direction.

6. Connection to Story Objective

Every scene must be connected to the BIG goal of the story, the main character is taking small actions to reach that big goal. If it isn’t obviously connected to this big plot, it won’t make sense. Your reader won’t know why the heck they’re reading the scene. Which brings us to … 

7. Logic & Necessity  

Every scene must be necessary. It must be able to be linked with the previous scene. “Because that happened in the previous scene, THIS must happen in this scene.”

So! To see how that all works, let’s break down a scene from Tangled. (Because I used it in the last post to map out how a premise works, and my little writer heart can’t resist symmetry.)

Which scene? The one right after this happens: 

Opening Charge: Positive. She’s realized everything. 

Rapunzel’s Goal: Rise up against her mother – finally. 

Gothel’s Goal: Regain control.

Escalating Conflict: They’re fighting over who controls Rapunzel, and this battle causes them to go from “mother and daughter” to “enemies”. The conflict builds nicely in this scene, causing the story turn.

Connection to Story Objective: Throughout the movie, the big thing Rapunzel wants is freedom, she wants her life to begin, she wants to have a new dream. This is the moment she figures out how to do that; it’s not escaping the tower, it’s escaping Gothel’s control over her.

So! Here’s the scene.

Beat 1

“Rapunzel? Rapunzel, what’s going on up there?”

Ignores her. Still processing the tremendous implications of this revelation. 

Beat 2

“Are you alright?" 

"I’m the lost princess.” (Dumbfounded. Almost whispering it to herself.)


Beat 3

“Oh, please speak up Rapunzel! You know how I hate the mumbling.” (Bullying.)

“I am the lost princess! Aren’t I?” (Fighting back. She will not be bullied anymore.)

Beat 4

Gothel stares, stunned. She’s rendered temporarily speechless, because her secret’s been revealed finally, and her victim is actually fighting against her.


“Did I mumble, Mother? Or should I even call you that?” (Accusing. Drawing herself up taller. Looking down on Gothel and glaring. She’s seeing her clearly for the first time in her life.)

Beat 5

After a pause, thinking up a tactic. “Oh, Rapunzel, do you even hear yourself? How could you ask such a ridiculous question?” (Laughs. Ridicules. Attempts to make her feel childish, dumb, worthy of being mocked. Tactics which have always worked. She even begins to hug her.)


Rapunzel pushes her. “It was you! It was all you!” (Still accusing and angry, but pain is beginning to show. It’s almost like she’s giving her a chance to explain herself.)


Beat 6

“Everything I did was to protect you.” (And Gothel doesn’t say anything redeeming. She’s holier than thou, regal, bestowing kindness on an ungrateful, stupid child. Trying to control through guilt.)

Rapunzel rams her out of the way. 

Beat 7

“Rapunzel!” (Shouting. Now trying anger.)

“I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power …” (Leaves her.)

Beat 8

"Rapunzel!” (Still trying the anger angle.)

“But I should have been hiding from you.” (Throwing the truth at her.)

Beat 9

“Where will you go? He won’t be there for you.” (She’s tried everything else. It’s time to attack her heart.)

“What did you do to him?” (Fear)

Beat 10

“That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes.” (She’s keeping up the disapproving mother act, but striking her right where it will hurt her most.)

“No.” (She’s stopped. Shrinking in on herself. Staring, horrified. And Gothel thinks she’s won.)

Beat 11

“Now, now.  It’s alright. Listen to me. All of this is as it should be.” She goes to pat Rapunzel’s head, a gesture symbolic of her superiority, her physical, mental, and emotional control over her victim.


Rapunzel grabs Gothel’s wrist. “No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about me! And I will never let you use my hair again!" 

Beat 12

Gothel wrenches free, stumbling backwards in shock and anger, breaking the mirror in the process. 

Rapunzel walks away. She’s escaped Gothel emotionally now.

Beat 13

"You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I’m the bad guy.” (Well, now emotional control is over. It’s time to start stabbing Rapunzel’s boyfriend.)

This action has no reaction, interestingly. It leaves us hanging, a cliffhanger created with only beats. 

Closing Charge: Negative. She’s now a full-fledged villain, the motherly persona shed, and she’s determined to get what she wants whatever the cost. 

Turn: It changed from positive to negative,  and now we’ve got a Flynn-stabbing witch to deal with.  

Revelation: She’s always been evil. She has always been the bad guy. The motherly act was just that, an act. 

Logic & Necessity: This scene fits with the previous scene, and the one that follows.     

Though I’ve seen these concepts in many books, the place I first learned about it (and the best resource for scene design in my opinion) is the book Story by Robert McKee. It’s helped me countless times, is one of my favorite books on storytelling, and I highly recommend it if you write anything.

I realize that these definitions were a little vague, so I’ll be explaining things more thoroughly in subsequent posts. 

Gravity Finale - The Movie

So back when Weirdmageddon 3 had just aired and I was still kinda figuring out what to do with myself after the end of Gravity Falls, I decided to put together a little personal project and edit together the last four episodes of the show into one big Gravity Falls movie. Dipper and Mabel vs. The Future, Weirdmageddon Part 1, Escape From Reality, and Take Back the Falls.

I basically spliced together the episodes by cutting out all of the unnecessary fades to back that would otherwise interrupt the flow, and doing some audio crossfade work to make sure the cuts weren’t jarring. What I created is (hopefully) seamless transitions between episodes that just look like normal angle cuts. To do this I had to sacrifice like one or two jokes (ex. “Oh no there’s Bill!! That’s what you guys were thinking right?”) but the payoff is something that’s actually really neat to watch.

To give you an idea of what I’m talking about, click here to see a preview of the concept! This preview consists of the very end of Dipper and Mabel vs the Future transitioning into the very beginning of Weirdmageddon Part 1

I even then went so far as to edit the aspect ratio of the episodes to give it a more cinematic, film-like feeling.

^^^ Like that

The end result is 1 hour and 46 minutes of Gravity Falls goodness that I titled “Gravity Finale”.

And I never ever did anything with it, like, I think I told maybe one or two people about it.

But today I watched it and I was like “wow people would probably be interested in this, right????”

So, here I am. Giving you guys your very own link to watch Gravity Finale! Let me know what you guys think if you check it out, I’d love to hear how I did in editing a movie-like Gravity Falls experience ^^

Click here to go to the Google Drive page and see it for yourself!

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A nice city (small and big) I finished up today (forgot that I had it, finished it up in like 5 mins my dudes)

and guess what guys, I once again used the amazing @8pxl  ‘s tutorial which can be found –> here (I learned how to use hyperlinks, I feel like both an idiot and a genius at the same time, a gediot if you will.)

(I like how they look like a loong thing when put next to each other, also still learning how to do water effects, I have some ideas, but they are hard to execute in Gimp, and Sai is just not cutting it for pixel art)

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You know how I never do comics? Well I’ve done one and it’s not even for one of my main fandoms I don’t know how this happenned

Inspired by this tweet (and @limoncello-bella who sent it to me) :

Basically punk!Bucky and skinny!Steve domestic modern AU where no one ever imagine that they’re together (not even in a romantic way, just that they might know each other???) Checkout lady is mind-blown by the idea that this nice small boy might know this big scary guy (she has noooo ideeeaaaa)

Sketchup is a blessing and I’m never doing background any other way again. Not v happy with the colors but I had no idea what to do, so i’m posting it like that. Full view please, and don’t repost! Thanks! ♥

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
BTW THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING LONG HAIR OR A MORE SIMPLE STYLE I FULLY SUPPORT IT. YOU DONT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON OR LIVE A WILD UNCONVENTIONAL LIFE TO BALL OUT ON EVERYONE THATS JUST HOW I CHOOSE TO DO IT HAHA. EVERYONE IS A BALLER IN THEIR OWN WAY I EMBRACE AVERAGE LOOKING PEOPLE AND WILD LOOKING PEOPLE, AS LONG AS YOURE LIVING A LIFE YOU LOVE AND CHOOSING WHAT TRULY FULFILLS YOU!!!!!!!!!!! WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE JUST LIVE IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT 🙌🏼
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY SENTENCE MEME

possible spoilers.

  • ‘ whatever i do, i do it to protect you. ‘
  • ‘ you’re confusing peace with terror. ‘
  • ‘ have to start somewhere. ‘
  • ‘ you will never win. ‘
  • ‘ come. we have a long ride ahead of us. ‘
  • ‘ is that ___ ? he/she/they look a little different than i imagined.’
  • ‘ what part of ‘urgent message’ do you guys not understand
  • ‘ you want to get out of here
  • ‘ congratulations. you are being rescued. ‘
  • ‘ i like to think he/she’s/they’re dead. it makes things easier. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve never had the luxury of political opinions. ‘
  • ‘ what we need is someone who can get us through the door without being killed. ‘
  • ‘ that is a bad idea. i think so, and so does ___. ‘
  • ‘ you find him/her/them, you kill him/her/them. then and there. ‘
  • ‘ why does he/she/they get a ___ and i don’t ? ‘
  • ‘ i find that answer vague and unconvincing. ‘
  • ‘ trust goes both ways. ‘
  • ‘ i will not fail. ‘
  • ‘ yes, i’m speaking to you. ‘
  • ‘ for that answer, you must pay. ‘
  • ‘ we’re not here to make friends. ‘
  • ‘ tell me you have a back-up plan. ‘
  • ‘ there are a lot of explosions for two people blending in. ‘
  • ‘ quiet
  • ‘ and there’s a fresh one if you mouth off again. ‘
  • ‘ let them pass in peace. ‘
  • ‘ is your foot alright
  • ‘ you almost shot me
  • ‘ there is more than one sort of prison, ___. i sense you carry yours wherever you go. ‘
  • ‘ not a day goes by where i don’t think of you. ‘
  • ‘ did they send you – ? did you come here to kill me ? ‘
  • ‘ all it’s ever brought me is pain. ‘
  • ‘ i will run no longer, but you must save yourself. ‘
  • ‘ it’s beautiful. ‘
  • ‘ i’m not very optimistic about our odds. ‘
  • ‘ i believe i owe you an apology, ___. your work exceeds all expectations. ‘
  • ‘ we stand here amidst my achievement, not yours
  • ‘ does he/she/they look like a killer ? ‘
  • ‘i don’t need luck, i have you. ‘
  • ‘ i have so much to tell you. ‘
  • ‘ you lied to me. ‘
  • ‘ you’re in shock. ‘
  • ‘ you’re in shock, and looking for someplace to put it. i’ve seen it before.’
  • ‘ i had every chance to pull the trigger. but did i ? ‘
  • ‘ i had orders. orders that i disobeyed. but you wouldn’t understand that. ‘
  • ‘ we don’t all have the luxury of deciding when we want to care about something. ‘
  • ‘ you’re not the only one who lost everything. some of us just decided to do something about it. ‘
  • ‘ be careful not to choke on your aspirations, ___. ‘
  • ‘ what chance do we have ? the question is, what choice ? ‘
  • ‘ the time to fight is now. ‘
  • ‘ every time i walked away from something i wanted to forget, i told myself it was for a cause i believed in. ‘
  • ‘ i couldn’t face myself if i gave up now. ‘
  • ‘ ___, i’ll be there for you. ‘
  • ‘ ___ said i had to. ‘
  • ‘ not used to people sticking around when things go bad. ‘
  • ‘ welcome home. ‘
  • ‘ one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing left to lose can take the day. ‘
  • ‘ make ten men feel like a hundred. ‘
  • ‘ good luck, little sister/brother. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve got a bad feeling about this – ‘
  • ‘ light it up. ‘
  • ‘ why does nobody ever tell me anything, ___ ? ‘
  • ‘ here. you wanted one, right ? ‘
  • ‘ your behavior, ___, is continually unexpected. ‘
  • ‘ ___ ! come back ! please ! ‘
  • ‘ ___, don’t go. don’t go. i’m here. i’m here. ‘
  • ‘ it’s okay. it’s okay. ‘
  • ‘ this is for you, ___. ‘
  • ‘ do you think anybody’s listening
  • ‘ you may fire when ready. ‘
  • ‘ ___ would have been proud of you. ‘

Day 23: Magnus + Battle

The portal shimmied into existence and Magnus glanced up, face set into a smile, a greeting on his lips that soon died when instead of his tall, lanky and dark haired boyfriend, he was staring at his blond, cocky, more compact brother.

“Where’s Alec,” Magnus asked as his eyes darted behind Jace waiting for Alec to step through the portal. The portal closed, leaving him and Jace alone in his loft. “I didn’t grant you all a private portal so you can drop in any time you please Wayland.”

Jace shrugged. “Sorry.”

Magnus arched a brow. “Well? Where is he?”

Jace winced. And if that wasn’t enough to give him away, the way his eyes darted about, unwilling to meet Magnus’ eyes confirmed it.

Magnus growled. “No.”

Jace took a step back. “Magnus…”

“You didn’t.”

Jace held his hands up. “Hey. I couldn’t very well tie him down you know. Alec can be quite insistent.”

“Insistent,” Magnus hissed. “He hasn’t slept in four days Jace. Four days. And you let him accept another mission?”

Jace shook his head. “I wasn’t in the institute when he got called out. By the time I got back, he was already gone.”

Magnus pushed off from the seat, a snap of his fingers changing his red draping shirt and jeans into a dark purple military jacket, and black cargo pants that he’d specifically had tailored to fit his body like a glove; his spiked combat boots on his feet. He walked around Jace, ignoring him as he went to the drawers and pulled out his jeweled daggers, a twin set Ragnor had gotten him back during the witch trials, so he could defend himself without necessarily resorting to magic. Ragnor had had them spelled so even when they left him, they always returned to him when he called for them.

He still carried them with him any time he entered a fight.

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“What Will You Do When They Catch You?

What Will You Do If They Break You?

If You Continue To Fight, 

What Will You Become?”

-Saw Gerrera


Ok, so, @poisonjabs had this fantastic idea of a Rogue One AU and watching trailer compilations of the movie is a great idea to get in the mood for it 

It’s 2.30 am over here, guys, omg

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ok yikes i made these the other day and i wish i drew them better but i still love them so LMFAO WHILE my bestie and I are chatting I wanted to see if anyone had some Klance or just Lance or Keith ideas or requests??

I wanna start drawing the two more and I really need practice (the sketches above are my first real attempt at themkelrej) but im not really sure what to do with them?? We’re gonna try and throw some HCs around but i’d love to hear from you guys! Just message me in my ask box or reply if it lets you??

Old Man Humor

What is it with older men and their lame ass attempts at humor?

Had one older guy whose change was $19.25 and he made that stupid “Good year!” joke. I didn’t even really acknowledge it. He was clearly much younger than 92 years old so he wasn’t even alive in ‘25. He then got all butthurt and was like “You’re supposed to tell me I don’t look that old. :(” lmao. Like, do you have any idea how many variations of this “joke” I hear? Like, it’s only funny/interesting if you actually were alive and old enough to remember the year. Like one time I had a customer whose change amount led her to comment on “the war”, referring to WWII. Now THAT is actually cool, to speak to someone about WWII who lived through it. And the older customers who make 60s/70s comments that hint at their giant hippie pothead history, that’s amusing. But you using the joke to fish for compliments on how young you look is so zzz.

Another instance of a lame attempt at humor: at my store we have to put paid for stickers on anything that’s too large to be bagged or that a customer opts to not have bagged. This older guy was buying a bunch of gallons of water and didn’t want them bagged, so I had to sticker all of them. He said something like “Do I have to be stickered, too?” (which is another “joke” I hear all the time, weirdly) so I sort of played along and took the opportunity to make a dig at him and was like “We only have to sticker items if they’re high value.” (which clearly wasn’t true because I’d just finished putting stickers on a bunch of cheap water) and he suddenly got all serious and was like “Oh, I’m only kidding around.” Like yes, thank you Robert. I totally didn’t pick up on that! Your lame joke was so subtle and carefully crafted that I didn’t realize you were just kidding! And my response to it had been 100% serious! Like I guess he hadn’t realized that I’d insinuated he wasn’t high value? lmao. Love it when someone tries to joke around with you and can’t tell when you joke back.

Old men think they’re so fucking funny when in reality they tend to be my least funny customers, lol. The demographic that’s the real hidden comedy gem is older women. Back in December I was chatting with my bagger and customer as I was ringing her up, talking about how I was feeling guilty because I couldn’t afford to get many people Christmas presents when I knew they’d all be getting me stuff. This older lady customer looked at me and, in a very heartfelt tone, was like “Christmas isn’t about giving…” I thought she was going to go on to say “and receiving” and about how Christmas is really about coming together and spending time with friends and family etc. etc. and that the presents don’t matter but then she finished with “… it’s about RECEIVING!”, and she straight up cackled and it was the funniest shit ever. Had me and my bagger belly laughing. Now THAT was a well crafted joke. Spontaneous, perfectly timed. Not those tired old jokes all these old men go around repeating to every cashier they encounter. UP YOUR GAME, OLD MEN.

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Summary: Calum has never been in love- ever; it’s not on his top priority of things to do either. But, when the band is on break for the holidays, and Calum wants to spend time with his mum, who is the owner of the top ballet/dance company in the country; Calum meets a girl whose eyes held more galaxies than the universe, and a smile that made his heart beat faster than ever before. This might just make him change his priorities up a bit, but sometimes there are tough decisions to make in the industry.

Word Count: 1,888

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Meddling Maid(Namseok Threesome Smut)

So I had been experimenting with what I wanted to do with the final chapter of this. I came up with an idea from my good friend @silhouetted-beauty​ which you guys should check out her stories because her shit is amazing. This will be the last story it’s so hard to write aggressive things all the time haha but I hope you guys enjoy this. It also steamed off from a request @thegirlthatlikesasianboys​ made so I hope she of all people love the ending I put on this <3


Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! Get in here right now!” Hoseok barked out causing you to jump to your feet and scramble into the front room. The short black French maid outfit that you had on was rising up your legs as you pressed your clasped fists against the front of your body below your stomach. “Why is this shelf not dusted?” Hoseok asked pointing ahead towards the shelf that had the TV in the middle of it. Looking back at the male who was half dressed in sweatpants and no shirt you shrugged your shoulders looking off.

“You didn’t tell me to dust it today..” You mumbled quietly.

“Do I always have to tell you what to do when you don’t listen anyway?” He asked causing your bottom lip to twitch.

“No.”

“No?” He asked you shifting his body on the couch causing you to grit your teeth before you gave him a hard smile your eyes resting on his.

“No sir.” You chirped lightly.

“You’re not cute Y/N get to dusting or I’m taking away your privilege to watch TV.” You opened your mouth to protest but the look in his eyes told you to just drop it and let it go like you had been doing for the past two weeks. As if things couldn’t get worse Namjoon unlocks the door walking in wearing matching sweat pants to what Hoseok had on with a black tank top and a beanie.

“Daddy is back.” He sang looking around the house.

“Actually, you’re mommy this week. And I’ve missed you. We both have.” Hoseok let his eyes roam down to his dick before he leaned up a bit to tug Namjoon into his arms. They shared a long kiss, Namjoon straddling Hoseok as they touched over each other’s body. Breaking the kiss Namjoon looked at you licking his lips. He had pity on you, that outfit wasn’t helping anything. But because Hoseok wanted it they both had to punish you and it was for a good reason, you broke a rule and you knew better than to disobey him.

“What are you looking at maid? You’re supposed to be cleaning and then off to bed.” Hoseok warned in a harsh tone.

“But you said I could watch TV!” You shouted at him stomping your foot. Hoseok glared at you trying to get up. Namjoon seeing this pushed the usual playful male down.

“Y/N just clean the front room up and I promise tomorrow I will let you watch all the TV in the world. You’ve been a very good girl.” He praised you as Hoseok slipped his hands under the male’s shirt pinching his nipples. Sighing you turned around grabbing the feather duster starting to dust the shelves starting with the bottom one moving up to the top. It was very hard for you to concentrate hearing such lewd seductive sounds coming from the men behind you, and once you heard the wet sounds and choking following you were walking to your room balling your first around the duster lightly slamming the door and plopping face first on your bed.

It had been two long weeks since Hoseok had popped up on you and Namjoon after you broke rules that was established. Hoseok was furious and you had never saw him so upset. He told you not only did you break his trust but you hurt him because he expected more from you. So, he banned you from all kinds of contact of sex. You weren’t allowed to spend much time outside of your room, you couldn’t have your stuffed animals that they won you at carnivals. Nothing. Not even your collars and you had to wear your maid outfit that they had brought you and clean up whatever it was they needed cleaning. It was torture! Because they still fucked each other, slept in the bed with each other they were happy while you were in misery. Frustrated many nights because you felt it was unfair. It was one rule and you were sure when they were on tour they were breaking rules or messing around with one another so why couldn’t you do it? Hearing both of them moan in the front room disturbing your thoughts only made you more upset to the point where angry tears were streaking down your face as you caved into sleep but not before promising yourself of revenge.


The next few days were the same, Hoseok treating you more like a friend then a lover not even sparing you glances. So, you slipped off your panties that Friday morning walking into the front room with your maid outfit on. The black skirt outlined with white fringes tight against your mid-thigh. Your top pressing tightly against your plump breast with the little ruffles accenting your skin. The collar having ribbons around your neck that you tied into a bow. White thigh highs clipped onto your garter you strode into the front room with a wide smile. Of course, Hoseok ignored you again burying his head in his phone. Instead of asking him what your task was for the day you walked towards the coffee table bending down to pick up the duster. Sweeping it across the books starting on the lowest shelf. Your ass sticking out as you bend over, heel slightly turning in the opposite direction to make your toes touch. Your arm reached out to dust along the clean shelf and you heard a slight choke of air from behind you causing instant gratification.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hoseok asked you causing you to look back at him tilting you head innocently.

“What do you mean sir?” You asked jutting out your lower lip making yourself innocent but nothing over the top because he would’ve saw through you.

“Where are your panties.” He asked you after a while. Namjoon made his way from the kitchen pausing in his tracks seeing the sight in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of you bent over.  He had fucking missed your body everything about you, how you tasted and smelt. How you felt wrapped around him as he pulled your hair and marked your skin. He enjoyed Hoseok nonetheless but he knew the male was craving to have you again just as much as he was.

“You never said I had to wear panties sir. Therefore, when I got up I didn’t find it necessary to go the extra mile to put them on after sleeping in nothing last night. Smiling sweetly, you stood up straight dusting a few more parts of the shelf before going into the kitchen to clean, Hoseok reached up to grip at your wrist glaring up at you the lust slowly unraveling in his eyes making your body tremble.

“This isn’t over. K-“ Hoseok paused taking a deep breath through his nostrils swearing to himself he wouldn’t call you that again until you made up for what you did. “Y/N.” He said softly letting you go.

“Yes sir. I will enjoy the day when you actually talk to me.” Jerking your wrist of the way from him you walked past Namjoon who was dumbfounded holding a piece of toast.

That weekend it continued. The constant torture you gave to both males. Leaning over them to clean the counter or dropping things ‘accidentally’ so that you could bend over. Your favorite was cleaning the floor with a towel on your knees with your ass high in the air as you cleaned the stains up from the floor. Your backtalk had also gotten worse against Hoseok. Everyday Namjoon came home it was a different argument and it seemed to be blowing over for the both of you. He himself was guilty with getting in it and defending Hoseok causing you to tear up and turn away from him. He was bewildered and he didn’t know what to do but he knew the sex ban was affecting everyone in the house, not even hand jobs were enough to get him off. Growling as he rolled over from the couch glaring daggers at both you and Hoseok who were having a shouting match.

“I sweat if you talk to me like that I will take something else away!” Hoseok shouted his face red as he stood up.

“That’s all you ever do is take shit away! Let’s make it a hobby because you don’t fucking know me!”

“I know that you’re a spoiled ass little brat who needs to learn her place!”

“Oh yeah and what are you going to do to teach me that lesson? Touch me?! HEAVEN FORBID! Fuck you!” Namjoon felt his mouth drop open for what seemed the millionth time that week. The submissive little loving kitten they had was replaced by a fiery hungry lioness.

“Kitten.” Hoseok spoke after a while. His face unreadable but his eyes bearing into yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your legs instantly buckling from how he called out for you. “Bed.” He said simply. You didn’t trust it, but for some reason your feet was carrying you towards their bedroom without another argument. Your legs feeling like jelly with every step you took towards that direction. Crawling on the bed once you pushed the door open you were sitting on your ass waiting for him. Hoseok came into the room with Namjoon after some seconds shutting the door he eyed you rolling his head back.

“The sex ban is lifted.” Hoseok started and of course you perked up but the look on Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s face made your stomach sink once again.

“I’m very disappointed in you kitten. You keep breaking rules. And yes, trust me I know that Hoseok has been unfair but so have you. If you would just come and talk to us, open up we wouldn’t have to keep torturing you and ourselves. You don’t think we’ve seen how soaking wet your pussy is after you hear us have sex? Or how frustrated you get because you want to touch us.” Namjoon sighed softly.

“Or how I’ve heard you crying in that room every day this week?” Hoseok asked causing you to open your eyes wide because you couldn’t believe it. There was pain on his face that you noticed for the first time, and you opened your mouth to breath out an apology but he wasn’t taken it. “No, the only sounds I will hear from your mouth for the next few hours will be your cries of pleasure. You’re not allowed to say anything unless we ask you a question or you need to use your safe word.” When Hoseok said that you thought you were going to turn into a puddle of nothing. “Understood?” He asked you and taking a while to wrap your head around things you nodded slowly and he smiled stripping himself of his polo shirt. “Good kitten. Get into position, eyes down.” Getting off the bed you crawled on your hands and knees to rest in front of Hoseok your eyes cast downward on his feet because right now you weren’t allowed to see his face. “Strip.” Hoseok cooed and you nodded your head, hands trying to fidget to quickly take off the tight thin material leaving you in a white bra no panties and thigh highs pressed against your thighs. “Hands in front of you.” He instructed and you did so holding out your trembling limbs pressing them with your closed fists face up wrists side by side.

“Good girl.” Hoseok cooed out reaching a hand down to undo your ponytail ruffling your hair. Namjoon moved from the closet, walking up behind you he tied a black blindfold around your eyes making sure it was secure, soon he was wrapping his arms around your waist to tie your hands together with a silk ribbon making sure that your hands were bound together. He kissed under your ear against one of your favorite spots biting on your ear gently. Namjoon moved back from your body going to strip himself of his shirt and his pants. He moved back into the closet grabbing at the camera and the camera stand setting it up and the end of the bed. He made sure that it was angled good enough to see the bed and you right now on the floor fidgeting and moving in front of Hoseok who was watching you with a soft smile. Namjoon felt some relief in his body, the tension rolling off his shoulders as he moved to sit down in the chair to watch you all and enjoy the show.

“Do you have any idea of how much I want to do to you? How I want to ruin that little pussy?” Hoseok asked you threading his fingers into your hair pulling back gently. “How much I just want to paint your body with bruises and my cum? I get to mark you all day as my dirty little slut and you’re going to take everything I give you. Every kiss. Every touch. Every inch.” Hoseok growled as he crashed his lips against yours taking your breath away. You kissed him back letting him take over, his lips moving against yours marking the plump flesh. His teeth were clamping down onto your bottom lip his tongue moving to swipe across your bottom lip. Your mouth opened and he eagerly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Licking and sucking onto every ounce of your mouth, over your teeth and the roof of your mouth over your tongue swirling it with his and pushing it as if he was trying to shove it down your throat. His other hand moved to grip at your breast holding it in his hand. Moving to massage it up and down your skin that was getting hot and littered with goosebumps as your body was embraced by the warm feeling. Hoseok slid his hand down from your breast to hook it under your ass lifting you up he walked you to the bed his lips still entangled with yours. Throwing you onto the bed he looked down at your body naked before him. He smirked moving you until you were in front of the camera feet pressing down against the edge of the bed and your ass pressing against the middle. “I want you to touch yourself for us. If you want to cum I think you will be a good girl yes?” Hoseok asked trailing his long fingers up and down your parted thighs.

Nervously you swallowed nodding your head. Your hands drifted down towards your crotch, it was a bit hard to move your wrist because of the material that was biding your wrist together but regardless you slowly started to stroke your clit throwing your head back as you moaned for them. Your heart rate was speeding up as your middle finger was circling around your clit but it wasn’t enough and you knew they knew that because you used to always get frustrated whenever they would come home throwing fits when you just wanted them to finger you and make you cum. Poking out your lower lip you slid your middle finger inside of you, moving your hips up against your finger. Your breast pressed together as your body sped up trying to feel more friction. Trying to slid your fingers deeper your anger started to rise a growl ripping from your throat.

“If you can’t even be a good girl and fuck yourself why would you disobey us? You know that we are always more than ready to fuck you until you’re begging for mercy.” Namjoon stated flicking his tongue along his lower lip wetting it. The sight before him turning him on and making him realize how needy he actually was for you with how his member throbbed in his pants. Hoseok could also feel all the blood rushing south and more than anything he had just wanted to touch you. He needed you no toys no anything just you.

“Y/N. You’re so lucky I have no patience because I was going to tear you apart until you were sobbing. Now I just want to be inside of you.” Hoseok tore your fingers from your heat licking across your soaked fingers to clean them. Namjoon leaning forward to dart his tongue along the insides of your spread thighs moaning at the soft skin that was meeting his tongue. He marked hickeys all over your parted thighs, your legs trembling from the feeling of his plump lips on your skin. Hoseok pressed your bound hands back against the mattress leaning down to part your lips with one of his hands his tongue licked from your slit to your clit. Crying out you arched your back from the jolt that shook your body. Hoseok smirked, he loved those reactions you gave whenever he was going down on you, his tongue flicking and circling around your pink bud before he was enclosing his tongue around it sucking on it. Namjoon crept closer until his tongue was sliding inside of your pussy. Your mouth fell open as you fist at the sheets above your head. Both males using their tongues to elicit a different reaction from you. Hoseok kissed up your body to your breast pressing his lips around your left nipple. Sucking on it, he let his first and middle finger rub at your clit side to side at a fast pace as Namjoon took the liberty to press his tongue all around the insides of your walls. Whimpering against the bed your hips bucked up, your hands itching for more contact.

“Daddy Hoseok. Please let me touch you.” It was the way you called his name that had him growling and nodding against your skin signaling for you to do so. Hands moving to tangle in his hair you felt as he slid his tongue all over your body as to remind himself how every single part of you tasted. He bit softly onto your stomach crawling his lips back up to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give your cum to daddy Namjoon? He really wants to taste your sweet juices. I bet your tight pussy wrapped around his tongue so good, didn’t it? Almost like our first time.” Hoseok chuckled lightly, pressing wet kisses against your skin. His words mixing in with his actions and the curving of Namjoon’s tongue how he flicked it rapidly against your spot had you releasing on his tongue your hips trying to thrash around the bed, lips parted as a cry escaped from them. Both males helped you ride out your orgasm until you were still jerking your hips every now and then still sensitive from the oral.

“I think she is ready to take us.” Namjoon stated once he pulled back from your pussy to wipe off his lips and chin. Hoseok nodded his head as both of them stripped down until everyone in the room was bear. Hoseok took off your blindfold and Namjoon moved to pick you up for him.  Hoseok walked in front of you, his eyes locking on your eyes. He lifted up your arms to wrap around his head, his hands going to grip at your hips, he lifted you up aligning your heat with his shaft. Pressing his forehead against yours Hoseok slowly sunk himself into you burying himself deep inside of you. Both of you groaning and slight whimpers left your lips as your hands played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held you down on his shaft for a bit listening to your little pain sounds his lips found yours as he tried his best to kiss away the pain, despite being upset with your stubbornness he couldn’t help but love you and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Waiting for you to signal him so he could move he was content with just kissing you. But once you gave him the ok he wasted no time slamming himself inside of you to stretch you back out for him. He pulled back from the kiss to give a husky moan of your name, the lust falling off of the way he said it. He bit on your bottom lip sucking on the flesh as he motioned with two fingers for Namjoon to come forward. Namjoon had been enjoying the show stroking off his slicked member as he watched you too indulge in one another. Namjoon aligned his member with your puckered asshole, Hoseok moving his hands to spread your cheeks wide for him. Namjoon grit his teeth, he knew you would be in some pain so he tried to get it over with. Slowly sliding inside of you he listened to you cry out, he was hesitant about to pull out when you objected telling him you wanted it to hurt and in his mind technically it still was punishment. Giving into your demand he slammed his hips forward until he was buried inside of you. Both males stopped moving, Namjoon’s fingers came around your waist to circle against your clit calming you down a bit. They both whispered sweet words and dirty little sayings into your ear getting you to relax for them to move. Standing up made it a little better, you knew if you would have been laying down you would’ve had to stop. Nodding your head, you gave a hard clench around both men who took that as an okay to keep going. They set a rhythm when Namjoon pulled out so would Hoseok both men gripping your body and slamming into you at the same time. Choked cries left your lips as you took the rough thrusting, different nail markings in your body that you knew would make you sore for sure. Your hips couldn’t move between the two so you just enjoyed it, your eyes drifting shut as you listened to the heavy breaths each male took or how they silently muttered your name followed by strings of curses. You kept tightening around them both, trying to contribute to their pleasure in some way, Namjoon went back to rubbing your clit while Hoseok aimed for your spot fucking you as hard as he could. It didn’t take long for the combination to have you sobbing and begging for release, and this time around you waited until you were given a yes before you started to cum for the both of them. Namjoon was the next one to spill his cum milking your tight asshole as he gave you every last drop a lot coming out of his member. Hoseok kept it up, not wanting to cum because he loved the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. Your head rolling forward to rest on his shoulder you held him trying to bounce yourself on him and it was your turn to mutter sweet nothings in his ear causing him to groan and give into you. He spilled his cum inside of you, his legs shaking as he held you up. Namjoon slipped out of you going to get a towel from the bathroom and Hoseok carried you to the bed sliding out of you. You felt sore and empty put content, letting Namjoon wipe you off you reached blindly for Hoseok who pulled you into your chest rubbing his hands up and down your thighs to aid the throbbing. Namjoon soon joined you both on the bed doing the same thing causing you to pass out from contentment and exhaustion.

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Okieriete Onoadowan x Reader 

Note: So um I had an idea, this happened. I’m planning to turn this into a series if you guys like it enough. I don’t know what will happen if I do but we’ll see if y’all want it to be a series or not. I based the library off the one at my school, it’s two stories and I love it and there’s a great spot in a corner next to a plug that I was sitting last week.

AU: College

Warning: swearing, storms (if that’s something you’re scared of)

Word Count: 1,017

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @beckett-faye @mehromnga

Originally posted by hamiltonsource

You groan as you quickly rush through the library in search of a spare table next to a power point to set up at. Just 10 minutes ago everything was perfect, you’d found a nice quiet place outside to sit and work on your essay in the warm sunshine. 

Then suddenly you felt a chill as dark clouds covered the sky and you felt the first of the rain drops. By the time you made it to the cover of the library you were completely soaked from the heavy rain that had set in and didn’t look like it would be going anywhere for a while. 

Of course every good table in here is taken, why would anyone be outside in that? You ask yourself as you make your up to the second floor of the library in the hopes that you can find somewhere up there to sit. 

As you move closer to the back corner your hopes are raised as you spot what you think is an empty table but when you get there you find someone sitting there, tucked away in the corner out of sight. 

You stop right next to the table, the smile of relief falling off your face as you glare at the guy sitting there. 

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Comfortable

* Hamilsquad x Reader

* Modern

* Requested by anonymous

* Request: please do a poly fic!!!!!!

A/N: I’m freaking tired and I’ll regret staying up tomorrow morning, but I finished this. So this was buried deep and I hesitated writing this. Then I got a good idea when I had a weird dream, I basically wrote in here. I hoped I did good as I’ve never really been exposed to anything poly related in my life aside from some stuff on this site. If you guys see anything that doesn’t make any sense or doesn’t match up with what you know then let me know. But I hope you enjoy this.

Word Count: 2,530

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You were a little blind to be honest. You just figured your friends (who happened to also be your roommates) were just really touchy-feely. The way Alexander would come home, his shoulders tight with anger and stress. He’d barely get a word out before John would stand from the couch and wrap his arms around his friend. He’d run his fingers through his hair or down his back. Alexander would quickly deflate as the anger evaporated at John’s touch. John would then lead him to the couch and they’d sit side by side. Alexander would lean against John and watch his screen in a sort of daze. It was one of the few times you’d ever see him quiet.

Or the way John would sleepily stumble from his room and plop beside Lafayette on the couch. Lafayette would smirk slightly before grabbing a hair brush from the coffee table and running it down through the other man’s hair. He would tie it up and be finished, even though John looked upset that he was done.

There were the weeks when Alexander and John would be out of state for some law case. Hercules seemed completely lost on these weeks. It unnerved you to see your loud, tough, and boisterous friend seem so spaced. You didn’t enjoy these weeks much either because he and Lafayette would spend more time together, leaving you feeling a little ignored.

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