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My Page: https://scrollypoly.carrd.co Pronounced like roly-poly (like the bug!) queer nonbinary they/them, 24, slut for creepypasta, yume nikki, silent hill, + legend of zelda, lgbtqia+ friendly, a bit of a harlot ♡

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Hi! My name is Scrolly, you can also call me Bug. I'm a writer, artist, and rambler, mostly for the Creepypasta fandom. I do art and writing, and even have a fic up on ao3. Go check it out!

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So a couple days ago, some folks braved my long-dormant social media accounts to make sure I’d seen this tweet:

And after getting over my initial (rather emotional) response, I wanted to reply properly, and explain just why that hit me so hard.

So back around twenty years ago, the internet cosplay and costuming scene was very different from today. The older generation of sci-fi convention costumers was made up of experienced, dedicated individuals who had been honing their craft for years.  These were people who took masquerade competitions seriously, and earning your journeyman or master costuming badge was an important thing.  They had a lot of knowledge, but – here’s the important bit – a lot of them didn’t share it.  It’s not just that they weren’t internet-savvy enough to share it, or didn’t have the time to write up tutorials – no, literally if you asked how they did something or what material they used, they would refuse to tell you. Some of them came from professional backgrounds where this knowledge literally was a trade secret, others just wanted to decrease the chances of their rivals in competitions, but for whatever reason it was like getting a door slammed in your face.  Now, that’s a generalization – there were definitely some lovely and kind and helpful old-school costumers – but they tended to advise more one-on-one, and the idea of just putting detailed knowledge out there for random strangers to use wasn’t much of a thing.  And then what information did get out there was coming from people with the freedom and budget to do things like invest in all the tools and materials to create authentic leather hauberks, or build a vac-form setup to make stormtrooper armor, etc.  NOT beginner friendly, is what I’m saying.

Then, around 2000 or so, two particular things happened: anime and manga began to be widely accessible in resulting in a boom in anime conventions and cosplay culture, and a new wave of costume-filled franchises (notably the Star Wars prequels and the Lord of the Rings movies) hit the theatres.  What those brought into the convention and costuming arena was a new wave of enthusiastic fans who wanted to make costumes, and though a lot of the anime fans were much younger, some of them, and a lot of the movie franchise fans, were in their 20s and 30s, young enough to use the internet to its (then) full potential, old enough to have autonomy and a little money, and above all, overwhelmingly female.  I think that latter is particularly important because that meant they had a lifetime of dealing with gatekeepers under our belts, and we weren’t inclined to deal with yet another one.  They looked at the old dragons carefully hoarding their knowledge, keeping out anyone who might be unworthy, or (even worse) competition, and they said NO.  If secrets were going to be kept, they were going to figure things out for ourselves, and then they were going to share it with everyone.  Those old-school costumers may have done us a favor in the long run, because not knowing those old secrets meant that we had to find new methods, and we were trying – and succeeding with – materials that “serious” costumers would never have considered.   I was one of those costumers, but there were many more – I was more on the movie side of things, so JediElfQueen and PadawansGuide immediately spring to mind, but there were so many others, on YahooGroups and Livejournal and our own hand-coded webpages, analyzing and testing and experimenting and swapping ideas and sharing, sharing, sharing.  

I’m not saying that to make it sound like we were the noble knights of cosplay, riding in heroically with tutorials for all.  I’m saying that a group of people, individually and as a collective, made the conscious decision that sharing was a Good Things that would improve the community as a whole.  That wasn’t necessarily an easy decision to make, either. I know I thought long and hard before I posted that tutorial; the reaction I had gotten when I wore that armor to a con told me that I had hit on something new, something that gave me an edge, and if I didn’t share that info I could probably hang on to that edge for a year, or two, or three.  And I thought about it, and I was briefly tempted, but again, there were all of these others around me sharing what they knew, and I had seen for myself what I could do when I borrowed and adapted some of their ideas, and I felt the power of what could happen when a group of people came together and gave their creativity to the world.

And it changed the face of costuming.  People who had been intimidated by the sci-fi competition circuit suddenly found the confidence to try it themselves, and brought in their own ideas and discoveries.  And then the next wave of younger costumers took those ideas and ran, and built on them, and branched out off of them, and the wave after that had their own innovations, and suddenly here we are, with Youtube videos and Tumblr tutorials and Etsy patterns and step-by-step how-to books, and I am just so, so proud.  

So yeah, seeing appreciation for a 17-year-old technique I figured out on my dining-room table (and bless it, doesn’t that page just scream “I learned how to code on Geocities!”), and having it embraced as a springboard for newer and better things warms this fandom-old’s heart.  This is our legacy, and a legacy the current group of cosplayers is still creating, and it’s a good one.  

(Oh, and for anyone wondering: yes, I’m over 40 now, and yes, I’m still making costumes. And that armor is still in great shape after 17 years in a hot attic!)  

This inaccurate. Should be obsidian.

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When water hits flowing lava it turns to cobblestone. Its only obsidian when it touches a source block, which clearly lava pouring out of a soda machine would not be. NEVER fuck with real Minecraft fans you fake gamer

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

time travel fics where it’s Luke and/or Leia who goes back to the prequels as opposed to prequels characters going back to the prequels are incredibly funny because instead of emotional tension you could cut with a knife and horrible grief overlaying every action it’s just one (or two) ridiculously powerful people running around with absolutely no idea what’s going besides (a) that the chancellor everybody loves is pure evil and plotting the downfall of the republic and (b) that their dad (with whom they have a VERY complex relationship) is, at best, old enough to be barely out of space college. who needs complex and carefully rendered plans based on a million different remembered factors when you can have one of the space twins seeing Palpatine and trying to kill him with their illegal laser sword on sight

Leia: That’s a Sith Lord.

Mace: That’s the Chancellor.

Leia: He’s a Sith. He’s ready to blow up entirely planets for the fun of it as soon as he’s got the weapon built. I can prove it.

Obi-Wan: And how do you plan on doing that?

Leia: Hm…

[five minutes later, when nobody’s close enough to tackle her]

Leia, her laser sword in one hand and a blaster in the other: HEY SIDIOUS

Yoda: Taken our eyes off her, we should not have.

Leia, cocking her gunsaber: Diplomacy is for people who didn’t blow up my planet

@thefancytomato ask and ye shall receive

au contraire my friend

the order of the red and blue implies that leia kills him after she loses the gun. this has me thinking of the prequel cast having some epic quest to stop her from killing palpatine and when they finally get the gun she just strangles him

star wars heritage post

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here's the thing about the fucking tariffs. besides Unfairly Punishing Our FUCKING ALLIES YOU MORON- okay okay. anyway. the other thing

the other thing is that we have no manufacturing here

most of the fabric I buy to make my clothes is made overseas. I would actually love to buy wool from a local, unionized woolen mill! I'd be pleased as punch to do that! it's better for the environment and creates good local jobs that don't have a barrier of entry re: college degrees, which we need more of!

except we don't have any more fucking woolen mills because your billionaire ilk outsourced all of them to avoid union rules, OSHA, and paying minimum wage, when those things became commonplace and/or law. you orange fuckface

"buy American instead!!!" okay FROM FUCKING WHERE. we don't MAKE shit here anymore. and the few remaining local producers have been forced to charge exorbitant prices because they're competing with cheap unethical labor practices from big companies, so most people can't afford to buy local

god it's all so fucking stupid and I have to suffer for other people's idiocy that I actively tried to prevent

have you noticed how there is no acceptable thing for a trans lesbian to be, even within queer and feminist spaces? everything that is applauded as progressive, subversive, and powerful for tme queers to do, transfems are hated for.

you can't be a strong, aggressive woman, you can't speak your mind and be openly feminist, you certainly can't be angry, or the same queers who will praise outspoken tme women will turn around and call you a dangerous man. and god forbid you be a man-hating feminist dyke while butch, any touch of masculinity in your presentation will be further snatched up as proof that you're really a man trying to invade women's spaces.

you can't be sexual, you can't be proud of your body, you can't enjoy women's bodies, you can't be a lesbian who likes being a lesbian, or else the otherwise "sex positive" tme queers will accuse you of fetishizing womanhood, of being a predator, a straight man in disguise. and don't you dare commit the cardinal sin of actually liking having a penis, because everyone knows that penis is the ontologically evil weapon of the enemy!

but then, you can't be femme either. you can't enjoy feminine presentation, you can't want to be small and cutesy, you can't like makeup and spinny skirts, otherwise you're accused of reinforcing patriarchy and gender roles, of making a mockery of women, of wearing stereotypes like a costume. these accusations will all be thrown at you by tme queers who tag transmisogynistic caricatures as "gender goals", and who applaud the "femboy" but only before she comes out, only so long as they can say she's just a progressive role-smashing cis boy.

of course it goes without saying that the conservatives, the cishet men who want us to be their dirty little secrets, their lifeless sex toy, an object of desire and target for violence, of course they hate us. but it's not just the conservatives. no matter how you act, how you present yourself, how you feel and express your relationship to womanhood, to femininity, no matter how meek or outspoken you are, tme queers will criticize and ostracize and attack you for doing the very things they praise each other for.

there is no way to earn a way into their good graces, no way to be progressive or subversive in the "right" way, so long as they view the inherent fact of our transfemininity as too subversive, too perverse, to exist the first place.

The trans girl doing my makeup told me to keep still, and I’m actually following her directions really well—not because I’m disciplined, but because my eyes are locked onto her smile like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.

Her fingers tilt my chin up, her touch featherlight, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. I tell myself I’m just being a good canvas, staying still for the sake of precision, but really? I just don’t want to look away.

She’s talking—something about blending, about keeping my eyes relaxed—but all I can focus on is the way her lips curve when she’s concentrating, how she bites her lip when she steps back to admire her work. And when she finally meets my gaze, brushes dusting against my cheek, I can’t help but wonder if she notices the way I’m melting under her touch.

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