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soypeor replied to your post: with white ocs, tweaking with psds just means i...

when they turn your muse orange D:

YEAH

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with white ocs, tweaking with psds just means i have to know how pale i want them to look or, how many shadows i want. it’s easy.

with black ocs it’s um, a different and more horrible story. because lighting always does black actors no justice. i have psds that can make brown skin look beautiful, but I can also have shows that are poorly lit and then there’s a difficulty in making it bright but natural. bright but not washed out. 

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 @armsdealing said   :   what are his favorite foods + does he know how to cook (questions for lulu)

     Louis can’t imagine a world without Italian cuisine and that’s because although Delores was an excellent cook, her pasta was phenomenal to him. He didn’t know about the recipes she had from his father’s maternal family, as a kid he thought it was just a gift. His mother made noodles from scratch. Sauce too. Pasta was always like a comfort food to him as he was growing up. And frankly, his mother was the only local woman he knew that worked hard making some of the most easiest dishes.      Louis also has a love for seafood, something his family isn’t into. At least, not to that much of a heavy degree -I mean, Sal’s ate octopus before. Liked it. but, its not regularly.- He was introduced to meals like Cajun Crawfish Boils quite young outside the household. But his favorite thing to consume is oysters. And surely, you can imagine that seafood pasta is something he eats when he goes out.       He can’t cook though. He makes spaghetti a lot, to save money, but both the noodles and sauce are store bought. And while his variation of spaghetti isn’t bad to average man or woman’s taste buds, it’s painfully average. Occasionally, Louis treats himself by purchasing fresh crab legs from the market. But all and all? He doesn’t enjoy cooking or the period of waiting that comes with it.

Ask me about Louie? || Accepting. 

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Gimme questions about Louis’ dumb ass.

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saturnrang‌:

“Oh, God no. You really think there’s a chance for survival in a shit storm THAT MASSIVE?” Jayden was just gauging Ye Olde Pain Meter just in case she had to finish off what the nukes couldn’t. 

“The way I see it, within every group of thirty. Maybe forty. One person lives.” With that comes a shrug. He never saw himself as being a survivor. Although Louis enjoys Fallout, and even plays its lesser loved ‘prequel’ fairly often, he does not want to be in that setting. “But the real survivors who come out clean are probably gonna be those rich cats that got bunkers. Which means - I don’t know,” 

“the average surviving civilian might be enslaved. Exploited for the potential mutant powers. Usual historical shit.”

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angclsinalas‌:

                  There’s a laugh at Cassandra’s question ,     “  no .     don’t think they make those big enough for rats ,    unless you use some that are meant for ferrets or somethin’ .  “     She’s not sure .     Opening the door she lets Cassandra enter first to make sure the cat doesn’t sneak in behind her or anything before shut it .     There’s a large cage in the corner of the room ,    plenty of toys and hammocks hanging from the top of the cage and the sides .     A rat paradise really .     The bottom and shelves all covered in fleece .    Both doors to the cage opened she pulls out her favorite :    the white one ,     and sets him on her shoulder .     “  This is Toto .     You’ll need at leas’ two of the same sex cos they need the company bein’ social animals an’ all .     Boys are more calm an’ cuddly while the girls are more energetic and lively .    Heard the girls are easier to train cos’a tha’ though .  “

And like that, there was a rat perched - content - on Bel’s shoulder. Hm. Now Cassandra’s seen everything. She thought she had before when it came to her neighbor who took her cat for walks each morning. “Oh my god,” she releases a sigh, thinking of her six year old beaming: one rodent in each hand. “I can see him now,” Cassandra can also see Mario declaring one is, ‘Rata’ and the other, ‘Touille.’ But that won’t be mentioned.

“Do you really think kids need to be around them?” She asks, generally.

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saturnrang‌:

She nodded, thumbing her chin. “Good point. Kim’s out here dropping nukes like he’s taking his drone out for a spin, that shit’s terrifying. You think we’d go quick and easy or we’d have to live through being liquefied?” 

“Shit, you’re into this. You tryna develop plans just incase for potential survival?” 

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open, feat jayden.

“What do you think will take us out first,” she asked, propping her elbows up on the table. “High water levels, radiation, lack of resources, or God FINALLY getting off his ass and smiting us all?” 

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“Probably the radiation.” He replies, before saying low and sage-like. “There’s a war just over the horizon. And every day, we’re gettin’ closer to it.”

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wardogsong replied to your post: @wardogsong said   :  “I’ve been spinning most my...

don’t get me started on having put on da rockwilder after our chat and thinking about Frank in 2009 listening to the kind of music Cassie introduced him to as a soundtrack to acts of war. Method Man spit his like about Antoinette with that attitude and I had to lay down and just feel all my feels for a minute.

DAMMMNNN

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@wardogsong said   :  "I've been spinning most my life, living in this hamster's paradise.."

      She punched him, yes, punched him. Right in the shoulder.      It astounds Cassie that she probably spends more time with him in her presence than with either of her little siblings. It also put a bad taste in her mouth, especially when he bared of the title of being, “her” white boy. Amongst her friends, implication existed that Frankie followed her from Bensonhurst during one of the times she visited her aunt. Or, the mafia was accepting really young members since ‘all the old guys’ died.      While Frankie is more accepted now than in the past, there is a nagging thought in Cassie’s mind that grows more and more each day: ‘What if he’s kept around to be funny?’ The punchline. The hip white boy who actually wasn’t hip.        “Why are you so fuckin’ weird?” She scoffs, eyes rolling.       Before she and he were a duo, they were a trio. However, Jason had to abandon them once his mother called from the window. She was shameless in letting it be known that, ‘his brother’s hamster was loose, running in the house somewhere.’ And here Frankie is, walking beside Cassie alone, unable to let the idea of a rebellious hamster go out of his mind, and ripping off Coolio in the tackiest - whitest way.         “God.” She breaths, “can’t you be cool for a minute? Do you know how to do that?” but, oh so Italian, she used her hand - her fingers to punctuate meaning as her father would have.

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angclsinalas‌:

                   “  I get tha’ ,    but they really do make great pets .    Plus if he does lose interest they’re ,    unfortunately ,    not a like  – ten plus years commitment .  “    A fact that makes her sad of course .      “  C’mon lemme show you my boys ,    they’er in the nex’ room .  “     They have their own room now so she can let them free roam sometimes without worrying about the cat getting to them .

     While following Cassandra asks, “do they have their cages set up with tunnels and all those...attachment things?” she does not know a better way to describe what is being envisioned in her mind. Which is, more or less, a hamster’s paradise.

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I just alternate between ‘maybe I’m smarter than I give myself credit for’ and ‘maybe I’m dumber than I realized’

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-- @soypeor!

     By the time Edgar knocked at the door, the usual greetings were given. The, ‘what’s up man?’ the half-hearted embrace. On any other day, Louis would then be digging in his pockets for money, instead he takes a step back, gesturing to the woman in the room. “This is my sister.”

    “Hi.” Cassandra did not think of how stiff her voice was. Caught up in the embarrassment she felt to just be here. The age difference between all three of them was ‘painful.’ While unable to pin-point Edgar’s exact age, she felt as though she was old enough to be his mother. 

     “She would be in need of your services.” Louis explains and, with a measly pat on the back he plops himself onto the sofa.