[to-memory]

Damien spoilers.

I keep stumbling upon people who now think that Dark is good because of DAMIEN.

He isn’t. The whole point was that he became a ‘villain.’ Just because Mark is worse does not mean Dark is good.

He is the lesser of two evils, if you will.

Revenge and murder is not a good nor healthy path no matter how just it is in your eyes. It’s still murder. It’s still rage.

Celine said that this would change Damien forever.

Meaning, his good intentions will be washed away, which I feel was symbolized by the flood.

^ I still believe this is relevant. ^

Dark is not good. He never was.

[idrawncry]

Hi I'm crying ok

[darkstache-iplier]

Me a few hours ago: funny I dont even miss WKM and Mark’s stories all that much

Me now: welp time to write a 50k fanfic to make this pain go away

[giveashit-aboutearth]

Please fund Rape-Axe, the not-so-new anti-rape device.

Rape-Axe was invented by Sonnet Ehlers/Bryant, a medical researcher from South Africa who has seen many victims of sexual assault throughout her career. 

The device is inserted into the vagina like tampon. It has “razor-sharp” teeth that, if an attacker were to enter in the vagina, the device would then attach itself to the attacker. The rapist would “be almost fully incapacitated by the pain caused by the embedded barbs”. Even if the penis would grow flaccid, the barbs would still be attached.   

The only way the barbs could be removed is by a clinician. Obviously at that point, the attacker would be identified as a predator and likely be arrested and convicted.  

Unfortunately since its discovery, the Rape-Axe device has not been able to be on the market due to lack of funding. They have a GO FUND ME and accept PayPal on their website. 

Please help get this device on the market and help victims of sexual assault and catch predators everywhere. 

[giveashit-aboutearth]

Keep sharing and donating! This device could help so many

[bohemian-summers]

She’s only raised a bit over 4k in the last two years. 

Please make a donation if you can, or save this until you can donate! Think of how much everyone’s lives would change if this became a thing

[23cherryfreckles]

If those with a penis can’t learn what the word ‘no’ means. Then they deserve this. I’m sure they’ll figure something out for those with vaginas.

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Ever read so much fanfiction about a character or pairing that you literally forget what happened to them in canon? 

[themindisacity]

Sometimes that’s the goal.

[omi-writings-deactivated2019052]

Detroit: Become Human Masterlist

Detroit Become Human Imagines

Connor

Tricks and Talents Peace Goner Guilt Alone Tears Hi-Fail Siren (Platonic) Lucky Day Close (M!Reader) Family (Trans Reader) Expectancy Accidents Break In the Dark [NSFW] Walk Winter You Are My Fire For You Clinical

Markus

Weight Spares Nice (Trans M Reader)

Kara

Ice

Luther

N/A

Hank

Siren (Platonic)

Simon

Luminous Words Family

Daniel

Coping

RK800-60 (Colin)

Not Connor Drinks

RK900 (Conan)

Secret Jump For My Love Interruptions Wants and Needs The Definition of Madness (Greek God/Hades!Nines AU) Party Black Ice A Christmas Miracle

Detroit Become Human Series (Fics with more than one part)

Connor x Reader

Thirst (Completed)

Thirst Parched (Thirst Pt 2) Quenched (Thirst Pt 3) [NSFW] {AFAB Reader} Quenched (Thirst Pt 3) [NSFW] {AMAB Reader}

Feelings (Machine Connor Ending) (Completed)

Feelings Stay (Feelings Ending 1) Deviate (Feelings Ending 2)

Falling/Fallen (Completed)

Falling Fallen (Pt 2)

Daniel x Reader

Help (Completed)

Help Blue (Help Pt 2) Fluster (Help Pt 3) Happy (Help Finale)

RK800-60 (Colin)

Replica (Completed)

Replica Favours (Replica Pt. 2) [NSFW]

RK900 (Conan)

Hanahaki AU (Completed)

Noticed and Noted Absent Absence (Ending 1) Reciprocation and Regret (Ending 2)

Software Instability (Discontinued)

Unstable Interesting Glitched

Captain Allen

The Past Should Stay Forgotten (Chronologically ordered)

White Papers and Black Coffee Worn Tires and Tired Warnings

RK900 + RK800 + RK800-60

Treasured (Ongoing) [RK Brothers Greek God!AU]

Treasured

Detroit Become Human Headcannons/Reactions

Connor

Reacting to an S/O w/ a child Reacting to S/O w/ a hiccuping fit Kissing Headcannons Tattoo Headcannons Alphabet Headcannons Helping S/O w/ Cramps Human!Connor w/ Android!Reader at Stratford Tower Human!Connor w/ Android!Reader First Kiss

RK900

Alphabet Headcannons Tattoo Headcannons Helping S/O w/ Cramps. Human!RK900 w/ Android!Reader at Stratford Tower Human!RK900 w/ Android!Reader First Kiss

RK800-60

Kissing Headcannons Tattoo Headcannons Helping S/O w/ Cramps.

Markus

Tattoo Headcannons

Daniel

Kissing Headcannons

Simon

Kissing Headcannons

Kara

Falling in Love

Ralph

Relationship Headcannons

Chloe

Relationship Headcannons

Detroit Become Human Playlists

Connor x Reader

The Past Should Stay Forgotten 

Controlled Chaos (RK900 x Disaster!Reader)

[coffee-with-bucky]

markus:   h o n e y,    y o u    g o t    a    b i g    s t o r m    c o m i n ‘

*detonates dirty bomb*

[vcidmaximoff-blog]

has this been done yet?

[luwuke-skywalker]

Cure to Same Face Syndrome

i just gotta say that avoiding same face syndrome isn’t as easy as changing the curve of the eye

You gotta change the

eyebrows

Length, height, width, darkness, arch(es)

nose

bridge, tip, height, width and nostril

mouth

length, thickness of top and bottom, shape of top and bottom, overlap, curve, wrinkles, height, thickness, where the thickness is at, amount of gum showing, teeth

face shape

width, length, cheek bones, jaw width, chin shape, wrinkles, brow bones, hairline

eyes

shape of bottom lid and top lid, arch(es) of top fold, bottom fold, WRINKLES, corners, tear ducts, depth, discoloration, eyelashes

Don’t let a characters colors and hair identify them.

I mean look at these people, none of them have the same face. they all have simple differences.

I know that in art books it gives you specific guidlines of the anatomy of the face

WELL GUESS WHAT

THOSE DON’T APPLY TO EVERYONE

BEND THE RULES.

Feel free to take things into a different style on their face, add really random differences like one nostril being bigger than the other or the tear duct being covered or wonky lips or something

It happens to real people

it can happens to characters

[idrawncry]

Alright. Here's Arvuris, my first ever Dungeons and Dragons character!

She is a feisty half-elf paladin. I loved creating her and playing her, she was a great start for my love for D&D. (Oh also, she's a RAGING lesbian.)

**click for better quality**

[plantdaddd]

let boys cry.

[eddiesstabwound]

cuddle boys while they cry.

[plantdaddd]

tell boys they’re pretty.

[audreycalmdown]

Give boys flowers

[eddiesstabwound]

take boys on cute dates

[audreycalmdown]

Let boys wear makeup

[eddiesstabwound]

compliment boys on their bodies

[plantdaddd]

let boys wear crop tops

[eddiesstabwound]

call boys beautiful

[audreycalmdown]

Let boys wear earrings

[eddiesstabwound]

let boys pierce their bellies

[audreycalmdown]

Let boys paint their nails

[plantdaddd]

let boys be belly dancers

[mosscoveredphotographs]

let boys be themselves

[reversalitea]

this thread is so perfect.

[cosmopollution]

i want to live in a world where the saying “boys will be boys” has the meaning they can be as pretty as they want, not a phrase to excuse their bad behavior..

[ladybugsforpresident-deactivate]

I read this to my boyfriend and he went “Suck boys’ tiddies” and that’s pretty much my life

[queermycelium]

[zoeleene]

@onlyonecanbeking Edgy enough for you?

[onlyonecanbeking]

Every. Single. One.

[her-minds-a-mess]

Choking is so high school be a grown up and decapitate me

[sparklinggalaxies]

[chief-of-project-e]

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

[queer-trans-amazon-deactivated2]

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

[false-dawn]

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

[ohmeursault]

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

[superindianslug]

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

[elocinneem-deactivated20160605]

^^^ that part

[dduane]

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

[pamisleyphd]

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

^ So much good advice in this post right here

[weirdo-city]

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

[witchy-woman]

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

[mistresstrevelyan]

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

[gayantlers]

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

[sunny-dayze]

I spent 2 winters in rural Montana and learned a few interesting things.

Silence does not mean the absence of something. It just means whatever is watching you wishes to do so quietly.

The only thing undisturbed snow means is that nothing has been walking where you are looking.

Don’t walk alone on a cold winter night, especially if you live out of town. Not unarmed at least. And if you are? Step lively anyways.

Don’t listen to the wind blowing through the trees. Don’t listen, and you won’t hear any more than the wind and the trees. You don’t want to hear anything but the wind and the trees.

Don’t go outside at night. Don’t look outside at night. If the lights are on, don’t stand near a window.

Tell yourself it is just coyotes and nothing but coyotes. Especially when you hear thumping noises under the house.

Lie to yourself. Tell yourself there is nothing outside.

[prompts4all]

Hi C: can you tell me some ways to describe someones facial features??

Hi!!!!I would try to describe these:*Forehead (is it wide? Does it have wrinkles?)*Eyebrows (Thick. Thin. What color are they? Messy?*Eyes ( Does your character wear glasses? Contacts? What’s their eye color? Big or small? Are they expressive? Cold? Kind?)*Nose (Big or small? Hairy? With pimples? Curved in any weird angle?)*Mouth (What color is it? Chapped lips? Thin?)*Jaw line (Firm? Strong?)*Shape (Heart-shaped face? Round? With baby fat? Pimples?)*Skin tone (dark? Tan? Pale?)Also, does your character has any distinctive facial features that work for your plot? Could be a tattoo, a piercing, a scar, birthmark, makeup, freckles, etc.

Most important of all of these: Do NOT under any circumstances (unless you need it for things like medical records or the like) describe someone in a single paragraph at the beginning of your story. Why? Readers don’t like it. You get to read like 5 sentences of the way someone’s forehead has wrinkles or if they got a sunburn unless it’s REALLY necessary.My advice is to slowly describe your character throughout the whole story.Example:If there’s a moment when your character has to concentrate on something, talk about the way wrinkles appear on their forehead or if they bite their lip, maybe stick out their tongue? Not only does it work for describing your character, it also works for the “Show, Don’t Tell” some like to use. (I’m not saying to use the SDT all the time because everyone has a different writing style and having to pay attention to that every single time really doesn’t help)

Example #2

If your character has a cold, you can that to describe their nose when it’s running.

So, there’s that😅 I hope it helps.

[thedgeofsleep]

did i meme good?