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annoyingenthusiastperfection · 9 months

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Summary : headcanon version¡ Miles (42! & 1610!) Hobie brown , Pavtir Prabhakar , and gwen stacy. Finding out your Mlp collection.

Miles Morales

●It all started with u beeing good at drawing horses. Miles was impressed and asked how you draw so good.

"LIKE HOW??? ARE YOU SO GOOD AT DRAWING HORSES???

"Its cause I drew them alot"

●Miles was amazed on how knowledgeable about real facts on horses and the mythologyical one too. Unicorns? Alicorns? Pegasus? Please you can draw them blinded.

●But no matter what your explanation may be Miles just has a little suspicion that its not just cause your born to draw horses. He caught u doodling a purple oddly familiar alicorn.

"Hey what's that?" Miles pointed at your doodles as you closed your sketch book in emberassment. "nothing!"

●It was a normal day you and Miles on your dorm room studying suddenly beeing called by your roomates outside for some help. Miles was left in your dorm he was kicking his foot til he hit a box to hard making it fall down to reveal....

Ponies???

●You walked in to your dorm Miles brushing celestia's hair. You froze. Your soul leaving your body. Miles turned to you in a innocent smile.

"So you like my little pony? I still remember you drawing the purple one! What's her name? Sprakle Sprinkle?"

"IT'S TWILIGHT SPARKLE"

●It was funny when Miles deliberately or unintentionally mistakes the ponies name and you always corrected him. He once called chrysalis the alien pony. He called Cozy glow a crazy bitch when you forced him to watch all 9 seasons of the show including movies and mlpstopmotion videos.

●Loves the apple family and pinkie pie.

"I cant believe you watched this as a kid. I can understand how your so good at drawing horses now"

Gwen Stacy

●Gwen and you werent too close in the beginning .It was just you two were seatmates so she notice on your "subtle" referance to the show. Be it the elements of harmony colored gems sticker on your notebook. Your twilight sparkle cutiemark earings. Or just you doodling the treehouse of harmony.

"I like your earings"

"T-thank you"

●It was kind of normal of your friends picking or joking on your mlp obsession. It sometimes makes you left out since you couldnt for the life of God relate to alot of they're series of the month. It was hard for you to not cringe at Live action. You were used to animation. The live action just felt stiff compared to animation. Gwen never understood your friends she thought it was cool how you memorize ponies name cutie marks even backround ones.

●It was lunch time and Gwen went to her classroom early and theyre she saw you watching the wedding of shinning armor and cadence. Face full of food as you watch intently.

●Gwen smiled sitting next to you. "Mind if I sit next to you?" You jolted and fell of your chair luckily Gwen caught you. Eversince that day you watched mlp episodes with Gwen everylunch.

●She loved doing theories. Like why theyre never been a baby alicorn born till flurry heart. The connections of equestria magic and the human worls. Loves the idea of Discord beeing the last draconequus and finding solice in invading worlds to feel not alone.

●Loves the seaponies.

"God I love applejack love her honestyand loyalty to her family! And the cutie mark crusaders are adorable! Sweetie Pie is the cutest!"

Hobie Brown

●He didnt meet you as Hobie brown but as spider-punk. It was an accident when beating up some corrupt cops near by he saw you full pinkie pie cosplay. You wearing a pink wig with a blue , pink , and yellow cupcake dress. It caught him off guard of your ballon accecories. He got kicked in the face becuase he was distracted watching you.

●Eversince he saw you he tried seeing you again but god hates him. He couldnt find for the life of himself. He tried going to cons wandering around finding any familar cosplay. He called it a night at 3rd day going till.

"I am sorry-"

●It was you with the same pink wig , ballon clips , pink , blue and yellow cupcake dress.

"You look dench in that."

"Thank you! I worked really hard on the dress"

●Eversince that day Hobie offered to ask you about the cosplay finding out your suppose to cosplay pinkie pie from mlp. He was a little confuse at first but after watching 4 seasons he gets it. It took him a while to catch up but he thinks the show is enjoyable at the least.

●You convinced him to cosplay twilight as you cosplayed spike. Imagine him with purple glitter extensions , a pony ears and horn with wings. It was funny but he didnt mind. He was Qreally into you wearing loads of spikes on your outfit since you were cosplaying a dragon.

●When he showed up like that on a meeting with Miguel he didnt give a single crap only reapeting.

"I look awesome and you aint doing nothing about it"

●He loves discord and pinkie pie but has a soft spot for thorax.

"The changelings look cool before and after. You can't CHANGE my mind"

Pavtir Prabhakar

●200% already knew about the show. Was actually obsessed as a kid but nobody like to talk about it with him well except for you.

●You two rant about the better element and pony almost every week.

"RAINBOW DASH ISNT A SELF CENTERED FASHINISTA!"

"How dare you ..."

"I am sorry-"

"You say that to Rarity" *caressing Rarity plushie backpack*

●He honestly jsut took potery just to make mlp statues why? To flex on you thats why.

●Will and have bought every single main six plushies but you have the cards of the mainsix and princesses. Even his favourite. Big Mac. This man has begged and pleqded for that card but he held it ONCE.

●How can you hate him so much? It was all for the tease and who got the best merch.

●Loves loves spike and starlight.

"C'mon trade with meeeeee"

Miles G.

●You hid your mlp intrest from him to the point he never even visited your apartment. Not once.

"Hey can we hang out your place?"

"Sorry I have a rat infestation"

●He didnt push it any further and so everytime he asked theyre was a new excuse. The bathroom sink broke. My AC isnt working well. The place is a Mess. A fire recently happend. I almost got robbed so its unsafe. Excuses and Excuses.

●But this time you can't escape. It was you having you having a fever so he had to go your apartment. Nothing out of the ordinary it wasn't to big or to small but when he entered your room.

●Your bed was surrounded with mlp plushies from the main six , to the princesses , to the ponies of pony vill and more. Rapped in a twilight cutie mark pattern blabket sick out of your mind you stood up looking at Miles in you fluttershy pajamas.

"So this is why you dont want me to come here?"

"Ughhhh ... Shut up your lucky I am sick"

●Since you getting sick it became a habit of Miles just watching an Mlp episode or two to cool off. One time Uncle Aaron walked pass him watching the mlp movie and he was flabergasted to the brim.

"The hell are you watching?"

"Something good got a problem?"

●He likes to see your collection of mlp castles his favorite the crysatl empire the little flurry heart jusg warms his heart.

●He loves fluttershy but relates to applejack about family and uses Raindbow dashed motto.

"I GIVE AM 120% AWESOME STFU"

#mlp #miles 42 #miles 1610 #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacyx reader #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr #astv gwen #pavitr x reader #hobie brown

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lonereaper · 2 years

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Jay nd tim exploring rosswood in Rederence for the tta pallette reqs? <3

i had a vision for it but i 1 couldnt really do the backround too well and 2 Oh my god drawing scenes is so hard no one ever told me when i started drawing as a kid...... thank u for the ask tho i did have fun thinking about them <3

#marble hornets #robitherat #ask #gaylittleart #jay merrick #tim wright #eyestrain

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lazarguy · 1 year

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Commission sheet info!

Greetings! As I'm trying to save up money to purchase something right now [and just have a way to save up money in general], I'm planning on making extra money with some commissions! The sheet is right here to look at [Rules I'd politely ask you to look at for what I will and won’t watch is there too], and down below I'll say some stuff about myself, and what my hobbies and such are!

Prices [Can vary depending on complexity]:

Lineart: 1-5 Dollars

Flat colors: 10-15 Dollars

Fully Shaded: 15-20 Dollars

Bg’s are an extra dollar or two if you want it to be something besides a flat color, sorry, i’m just not good at making bgs yet [Art Trades and doodle requests would be free]

Prices are subject to possible change in the future! Message me for details or to set things up! [Down below is the do’s and don’t, and a bit on me/links to me talking about my ocs]

What I will draw:

Ocs

Franchise characters / Fanart

Backrounds [depending on complexity]

Character reference sheets / Species reference sheets

Further things that can be discussed that I didn’t put here yet

Willing to atleast draw injuries to minor degrees, like bleeding or cuts/bruises

What I will NOT draw:

NSFW

Explicit and graphic Gore

Fetish/kink

Mecha bodies [that is.. in no way near what I can do]

Overly complicated designs [or anything TOO difficult for me to draw, I will judge whether or not I can or not]

Nudity in any way shape or form

Like above earlier suggested, I can deny or decline any request sent to me, no complaining, and trying to force me to do it will immediately make me less likely to accept any future requests [there would never be any hard feelings if I decline a request or commission or not, don’t worry]

As for a bit about myself...

I’m currently Aro/Ace, and a boy! I’m trying to get better at writing and drawing at the moment! My current interests are in Bug Fables, Mother 3, Pokémon, Persona, Kirby games in general [And brainrotting heavily in KATFL and Elfilis/Elfilin], and a few others I can’t name at the moment!

Along with that.. I have a unique tag I made [Caeont] for the stuff I write about my own interpretation of Elfilis and Elfilin that i’m making with a friend! [Even if the stuff is basically non-canon now lol], and i’m always estatic to answer any questions that you may have! [Note, I’ve kinda stopped developing this lol, I got the brainrot for Mewtwo’s now]

Speaking on which, link to my Mewtwo oc post!

https://www.tumblr.com/lazarguy/733108574887313408/oblitus-information-doc?source=share

I’ll update or edit this as time goes on if I remember, but that’s it for now!

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orkidays · 4 years

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Subnautica is m favorite series on the channel so I thought I’d draw something for it

Also this is probably the longest time I’ve taken in one drawing

#drawing backrounds is too hard #jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanart #septicart #subnautica #my art

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modx-reborn · 3 years

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Always on Call Pt.1

The first part of my SW fic, there will be multipul chapters with different characters each time.

Just a note, if depections of Sex work or Sex work themes are uncomfy for you please stear clear, also this is written with insite from my personal interactions and professional backround in Sex work.

Up first is our warden and his first time behind these club doors!

Light Smut ahead. Minors DNI

It started back under Schlatt’s rule, the club started as a quick way for people to make more money now that taxes were being imposed on people, based simply on how well you behaved, and yet even now that the horrid ram hybrid was long gone the club still stands.

Hidden away from the new government’s eyes, a door tucked away only used by the regulars that still want what is offered or someone who managed to stumble upon it and becomes enamoured with the secret life that they can live inside these walls.

Customers come and go some nights not finding what they are looking for and other nights it’s back to back bookings, different faces and different needs all blending together into one another. Yet here you are again, walking through those doors once more, the kind woman behind the desk clears you through the worker’s door and into the back room, with a quick note that someone is waiting to meet you.

Chatter and laughter mix all around, floor workers telling tales about that last client or some of the older faces sit close talking about old regulars.

You may not have been around as long as the girl who whispers to whoever will listen about the man who used to come in, smelling of ash and gunpowder, but most of the good clients know your face but tonight was something different, a new person had asked for you.

New clients were rare, and ones asking after you more so as your shifts are more scattered, something like a special treat than a regular who has set days.

But tonight was simple an intro and then if all goes well, a booking no longer than 45mins for a first encounter, and maybe even a new face to add to the regulars that come for you. Getting ready is simple, a black bodysuit under a too-short skirt, something that is easy to get in and out of but still nice enough to draw the eye.

Tucked away behind a set of dark curtains sits the new client, the club’s soul fire lanterns cast interesting shadows against green skin and gold adornments, seeing a hybrid in a crown is more common than you would think but the equally as gold rebreather that frame sharp green eyes is new.

“So I finally have a face to the name dream has spoken about, I’m Sam, please sit,”

The intro is pleasant enough, all his questions are clear and concise ‘What services do you provide?’, 'What is extra?’, 'Is there any things that you offer that is not available today?’, and the drawl as he speaks definitely makes the experience even better.

Leading him to the desk after is easy and getting him into the room even easier, leaving him to shower, as once you were back in the room it was playtime.

You took a breath, your goal here was to make him feel good like he expected, getting to enjoy the dips and defined muscles that are now on display is a benefit on top of it all. Getting him to lay down was easy and all his questions made this easy.

All I had to do was show him the worship he asked for.

You rubbed his thighs, admiring the muscle and internally wondering what he must do to be so well built but needy enough to come to the club. Leaning up, you rest one hand above his shoulder while the other rests beside his torso. From there you leaned down, pressing kisses to his skin starting at his jaw and slowly moving downwards.

Each patch of deeper green freckles gets an extra pass, additional affection to what may be considered an othering feature.

Pressing closer another gold adornment is now clear to see, two small gold nipple piercings, quite the contrast to the light green of his chest. “An interesting choice for piercings Sam,” your tone teasing as gentle tweaks draw a quiet noise from him but nothing else.

It isn’t until your hands touch his thighs that he jumps, a small moan following right after. You wonder when he’d moved his hands, bunching the drop sheet instead of laying at his sides. You make to pull away, questions ready but he only raises his hips slightly “Keep going, please.”

He bucked his hips up into your touch when your hand brushed too close to his hips, his back arching “Don’t tease- mmph.” He bit his lip before he could say anymore, trying to hold back. His dick was painfully hard, twitching against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. You moved one of your hands to wrap around it, leaving the other to rest on his thigh.

Back arching, pushing himself further into your hand as he threw his head back “Oh fuck,” His hands tightly gripping the sheets after only having wrapped your hand around him had your thighs pressing together, stomach tightening as you moved your hand to the tip before dragging it down, his precum acting as a lubricant when you began to move your hand up and down.

He was panting now, flushed down to his neck as he still continued to grasp the sheets. His hips began to move faster than the pace you set, essentially fucking your hand as he moaned praises.

“S-so fucking good. Go-god, please don’t stop,”

Your own breathing was harsh and you’d say you were getting just as much pleasure out this as he was. He looked so good like this, it was a borderline power trip to see such a well build man crumble like this. Under all that gold and muscle was someone so needy.

But the thoughts of keeping him on edge whining out what he wants, in that drawl of his, endlessly begging as you edge him over and over again would have to be pushed aside, for now, this was about him.

You increased your pace, clenching your thighs to try and provide yourself with some relief in the meantime as he began to lose himself, one of his hands tightly gripping the sheet below him and the other grasping your shoulder as if you would pull away and leave him like that, restraint slowly lost as he began to fuck your hand harder, increasing the pace to match his thrusts as he finally let out a deep almost hissing gasp.

“Ahn, yes, yes yes, oh fuck!”

His pace became erratic, a few more thrusts before his back arched off the bed. His legs trembled as he came with a drawn-out moan. You stroked him through it, slowing down with the aftershocks as it dripped over your hand, some even landing on his stomach as he rolled his hips into your hand a few more times before he sank bank into the mattress, a sigh leaving him as he relaxed.

“T-tell me if this is overstepping. But are you always on call? Cause if so, I will definitely be back,”

#c: awsamdude #k: praise #k: hybrid #k: piercing #k: size kink #cw sex work #mxad #dsmp smut

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safrona-shadowsun · 4 years

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What's one thing you feel you are able to convey easily with Saf that you maybe struggle with on your others? What is something that you do to keep your characters separated in your mind and when writing, and how difficult or easy is that for you?

For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write.

What's one thing you feel you are able to convey easily with Saf that you maybe struggle with on your others?

A retail personality, with all the professional airs that entails. I put my personal experience in the retail field and as a phone dispatch operator into her portrayal as a Courier. You are taught to play a role, tell people only what they need to hear, limit interaction to being helpful and dependable in what you are hired for. It requires charm, dependability, and perfection to be effective. The role teaches you to withstand the world better, helps you organize and discipline yourself, and it puts some money in your pocket along the way.

But taken too far, or working too long or too much, it becomes a habit of personality you can’t so easily shuck. You take it home with you, instinctively responding in ‘retail mode’ in personal and casual situations. You don’t sleep, eat like you should. You work, because you are good at it, and you are only one that can do what you do - its the perfectionist they’ve molded you to be all along. Your relationships suffer, but you tell yourself its worth it. The retail mask can reinvent you into a farce of yourself. Taken too far, it erases your sense of self. Until you are little but a simulacrum, a machine of flesh. And it takes real, personal interaction to pull you out of this default system of operating, and bring you back to something real, and human.

Also, I really hate the retail field. Go figure. It teaches you to hate people a little. Until you don’t.

But, this is something I very easily write in Safrona because that is what the Courier is at her darkest to me, and I can’t do it with any other character because it ties back to her orgin of being just a ‘copy’ so well in the first place. That is what I connect to first in her, the most. At the same time there is a wealth of world in this character beneath that mask, and its satisfying when she remembers how to decompress from the role played.

What is something that you do to keep your characters separated in your mind and when writing, and how difficult or easy is that for you?

I mainly reflect back on their stories, and how my characters came to be who they are. I create music playlists for them individually to also summon a ‘feel’ for them, and having individual blogs where I get to customize something around them always gives me a wealth of aesthetic to keep in mind for each. It can be hard by default because I am very used to writing a single character with ‘alts’ just as backround characters for the main, but sometimes such a character can develop a life of their own within a single interaction, or in some cases a character can hold a voice for me far longer than I anticipate them to.

I think I feel like I struggle keeping Safrona and @gravekeeper-anna separate in identity, because they are two sides of a coin for me - molded from the same metal but trying to be their own identities. They share a lot of traits, and sometimes even dialogue can feel too similar to me. I try to focus down on certain quirks they have in speaking, or habit especially when they are interacting with someone else. And sometimes I actually sit them down in my head together for a conversation, and let them chatter, and take in how their lives lived and memories shape what they are.

And oh yes, I draw them a lot too. Establishing a visual down to the clothes they prefer to wear helps me narrow down their personalities further.

Thanks, @risrielthron!

#Safwriting #Munday

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furiousgoldfish · 5 years

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I’ve had a bad week, and I wasn't able to write anything because I was living in my own head. But now I need to talk about confidence, and why abusive parents work so hard to crush it.

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I got away from abusive parents by making illustrations, and working as a freelance artist. They were making sure to sabotage me from getting any kind of ordinary job, but they didn't exactly expect me to find a way to make money online. They did a lot to sabotage my confidence in drawing tho, and for the longest time I had absolutely zero hope in ever becoming any kind of artist. I know it would have meant a lot to me to read about someone else having as little hope as me succeeding. So I'll write this.

I've been drawing constantly during my childhood, and I was majorly bad at it. I still enjoyed it, so I did it anyway. I had experiences of teachers taking something I was drawing during their class and then humiliating me in front of entire class for it. I had people trying physically to stop me from drawing because it was "bad for me". I had people drawing obscene symbols all over my drawings, and insulting it from every possible angle. I've gotten into fights with those who regularly stole my bag only to ruin all drawings in it.

I had people tell me artists make very little money and even if I made it, I wouldn't be able to live off of it. My parents were mostly of that opinion, it wouldn't create profit so I was stupid for doing it. They also thought things I made were horrible, and I learned very fast to just hide it all. Even if I was bad at it, I was living thru it, there was no other way for me to express anything.

But I didn't dare to draw seriously. I wasn't showing that much progress. I drew characters and faces and they were all mostly distorted. I never even colored them in. I was scared to give it my all, because I would inevitably discover that I was indeed, bad at this. That I had no hope, even if it was only thing that made me feel something.

It wasn't until I was 20 something that I sat down and tried to really create something, make an entire painting. I was already out of hope, it was just to see what would happen. And then I made another one. And then I realized that even though I never made backgrounds before, I was getting good at them very fast. Progress was obvious from one image to another. And I never knew that. I was bad at drawing characters. I was bad at faces and anatomy and postures and face expressions. But I was naturally good at making backrounds. I could never figure that out before that exact moment I started making them. I published what I made and somehow things picked up. People requested me to draw for them. I would do it for free because at that point mere hint of acknowledgment meant the world to me. In few years I got a project, to work on an illustration book. My parents noticed I was up to something, and immediately told me all there was to it: I was being a complete idiot. I would never get paid for anything I did. I would never see any kind of money. Even if I was paid the money would be stolen before I ever saw it. It was mere luck I got this project and I would probably never get another project to work on again. I was stupid for getting my hopes up.

But I did, I got another project, and when I came to tell them so I got "You spend too much time on that computer" and I was shut down. Whenever they noticed I was excited and working they would create a trauma event that would knock me out for days, disable me from working. If they couldn't convince me that I was horrible at drawing, they would make sure I was physically unable to.

I remember I saw a story of a person before, who posted their early drawings and explained how they got away from abusive home just by making these. And these weren't high quality, they weren't exceptional, I felt "I could do that" while looking at them. And surely if this person made it, why not me? And it led me into a big secret I didn't realize before. You don't have to be exceptionally good. You don't have to be among the best. You don't have to be crazy talented. There is work for artists of every level, and every focus. Most people don't even have the money to pay for the best. They're looking for amateurs, someone who will just get it done for cheap. It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't have to be exceptional. And that works for every trade. You don't have to be the best in order to do it. There's work for all kinds of levels. You don't have to worry if whole bunch of people are better than you. It doesn't matter. Things just need to be done by someone willing to do them.

I still can't draw characters. You would expect an artist to be able to do that, but no. I never get good at them, no matter what. Instead I'm drawing backgrounds, scenery, concept art. For video games and book covers and trading cards. I'm still getting new projects even when I'm not the best. For survival it's enough. For keeping me alive, it works.

I felt like I had to fight such a crazy battle just to get where I am, against my parents, teachers, peers, and entire damn world which kept throwing in my face everyone who was better than me. I still don't understand, for a lot of people, what did they gain by convincing me I was throwing my time away drawing? I'm wondering if they were jealous because I was creating something when they did nothing but destroy. I felt awful for all that time I wasted not realizing what I could do, just because I was really terrified of not being able to do anything. But I don't mind anymore. I could have realized it even later in life too. I would have found a path to it, somehow. And maybe one day I get sick of it and decide to take on another trade. I now understand that it's possible to get interested and engaged with something at any point in life, and make a living out of it. It doesn't have to be decided when you're a child, and it doesn't have to be for life, and you don't have to be exceptional at it.

I hope someone reads this and feels less scared, and less stressed about what they're longing to do, but don't feel they can. If you have similar stories, feel free to add to this post.

#artist story #abusive parents #confidence #escaping abuse #child abuse #toxic parents #personal story #okay to reblog #drawing story #abuse #trauma #cptsd #escape sabotage #life sabotage #long post

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lurafita · 5 years

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It’s not easy to kidnap Spiderman

There are so, S.O., many fanfics that have normal, human, non-enhanced criminals successfully kidnapping Peter Parker. And I may have ranted about how people always noob Peter down too much, but it just baffles me every time.

And you can of course always make the argument that Peter isn’t willing to risk his secret identity, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use a fraction of his abilities to incapacitate his kidnappers and get away.

So, keeping that in mind, I wrote a little crack piece. By the by, Tony hasn’t sold the Tower and I am completely and blissfully ignoring Infinity War. Thanos can chuck himself into a freaking volcano.

Tony was in his workshop, deep in an inner debate with himself about re-enabling the BabyMonitorProtocol. He knew that, in a way, it was an invasion of privacy and might even be interpreted as distrust in Peter’s abilities and resposibilities as a hero. And that was definitely NOT what he wanted to convey. Peter had a unique and diverse skillset. With the right training (it had taken 3 weeks for them to figure out what actually worked for Peter) he had come a long way in properly using and controlling his powers, without having to compromise himself by holding back too much in a fight. Peter knew when a situation required back up and would never risk the safety of civilians by entering a fight that had him hopelessly outmatched. Peter knew that Tony would always, always, come when he called. (They had had a very, v.e.r.y. long discussion about that. ) Tony trusted the kid.

BUT, that didn’t change the fact that what the kid was doing, was dangerous.

Spiderman didn’t just swing around tall buildings (at speeds and altitudes that gave Tony heart palpitations), or rescue little kittens out of trees.

Spiderman caught out of control vehicles in busy traffic. Spiderman leapt into burning buildings. Spiderman got fucking SHOT AT!

Tony had, of course, improved the suit and made it as sturdy and safe as humanly possible. But considering that the material couldn’t be too thick, so as not to impede his sticky appendages, nor too hard, so as not to restrict his super-human flexibility, there were simply limits to what could be done. One of those limits, frustratingly, was that Tony hadn’t yet found a way to make the suit bulletproof.

And yes, Peter had the ability to dodge gunfire (thank god for the spider-sense), but that didn’t automatically make things safer. Superheroes were just as likely (sometimes even more so) to make mistakes as the next person. Sometimes you underestimate your opponent. Sometimes you zig, when you should zag. Sometimes things just go wrong.

Add to that how Peter liked to hide injuries from his aunt as well as his mentor/dad (because Tony had signed the shit out of those adoption/shared custody agreement papers as soon as May Parker had given her blessing), and it was really no wonder that Tony found himself counting new grey hairs on a weekly basis.

He would just feel that much better if the BabyMonitorProtocol was back up and he would be appraised of every little scuffle, altercation and injury as they happened, all the time, 24 fucking 7. No, he was not an overprotective helicopter parent, stop laughing Rhodey!

“Incoming call from Peter Parker.” Friday’s voice cut suddenly through his thoughts.

Tony took a deep, apprehensive breath. Just because the kid called right then didn’t have to mean he was in trouble. This could be a purely social call. Get it together.

“Put him through, Fri. Hey Pete.”

“Hi Mr. Stark!” Good, the kid sounded neither distressed, nor hurt. There was no gunfire, screaming or sounds of explosions in the backround. Just a social call then, thank god.

“Whats up, kid? Someone treat you to a churro again?” He smirked at hearing the put upon sigh from the other end of the line.

“Is anyone ever going to let this go? She was a nice lady and it was a yummy snack. I regret nothing.”

“Of course. So, what’s shaking? You are not calling to bail on me for our lab time later, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, relaxed smile on his lips.

“Oh god, please, no one says ‘what’s shaking’ anymore, Dad.” Peter whined and Tony’s smile grew. They had a weird relationship with names. For Tony it was Kid, Spiderling, Underoos, any variation he could come up with for the name Peter, and (the newest one) Son. While Peter liked to cycle through Mr. Stark, Tony, and more and more regularly, Dad. If Tony’s eyes were a teeny, tiny bit wet the first time Peter called him ‘Dad’, no one had to know.

“Anyway, the reason why I’m calling is,... uhm... well....” UhOh. That was Peter’s ‘I may be in trouble’ voice.

Tony snapped back upright in the chair, as the kid continued.

“...the thing is, I’m currently in the office of the Captain of the New York Police Department, and-”

“WHAT?!” He sprang up off his seat. “Friday! My suit! Now!”

“No, no no no no. Wait! Tony, wait! Calm down. It’s nothing bad”

Yeah, he was NOT reassured. The kid had once stumbled into the tower after patrol, hand pressed against a six inch long stab wound gushing blood, and claimed it was ‘nothing bad’.

“What happened? Why are you in the Captains office? Are you hurt?” The Ironman suit continued to assemble around his body as Friday opened one of the floor to ceilling windows for his take off.

“Not hurt, I promise. It’s just that Captain Stacy thought this call would better be made in privat and the bullpen was kinda loud, though there was this really cool guy who-”

“PETER!” This kid! (”5 minutes until you arrive at the NYPD, Sir.”)

“Right, right, sorry. So, I was just on my way home, minding my own business, and maybe hoping that that cute german shephard would be out in his yard again and I could play with him a little and NOT THE POINT, sorry, so, me just walking along the street, totally innocent, and then suddenly this white panel van parks a few feet in front of me.”

Oh god. That was exactly how crime and horror movies started, wasn’t it? Was now the right time to have a panic attack? (”4 minutes to destination.”)

“And then this man gets out, pretty buff and tall and I was just a little bit jealous, because like, I can benchpress a french frying* [*earlier post on how Peter avoids a ‘language lecture’ by swearing using food names] bus with no sweat and still have total noodle arms, and how is that fair”

“PETER!” This KID! (”3 minutes to destination”)

“Sorry! So, the guy asks me for directions to cityhall, but he doesn’t get it when I explain it to him, so he asks if I would ride with him and show him. And, like, my spidey-sense is this low buzz, like, this guy is probably up to no good, but not a real threat to me, right? And he said he would drive me back later and that he had some candy as a thank you, so-”

“You got into the van?!” Forget the panic attack, his fucking heart was about to stop!

“Did you not hear me mention the part where he promised me candy?”

Which arm was supposed to hurt again when you got a heart attack? This fucking kid! (”2 minutest to destination.”)

“Anyway, I climb into the passenger side and the guy starts the engine and all of a sudden my spidey sense is blaring and I slip down in the seat, before the guy that was hiding in the back can press his knife to my throat.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

“So then I grab the hand and twist it just a little, until he has to let go of the knife, and he screams and the knife falls right beside the hand brake. But then the buff guy driving makes a grab for it, so I punch him in the face, right? But I may have punched just a little bit too hard, cause next thing I know, he is unconcious and his head has fallen on the car horn in the middle of the steering wheel. And now the van is still going, but no one is steering and I still have the other guy’s arm at this angle that must have been incredibly uncomfortable for him, because he just keeps on screaming and the donuts* car horn is really french frying* loud and it’s all giving me a headache. So I pull back and knock the guy behind me out, too, and grab the wheel and yank it to the other side, because we were about to hit a tree. I get the buff guy off the steering wheel, and thank god, finally some quiet, but his foot is still on the gas, so I grab the hand brake and yank it up. And then the tires are squeeling and the engine is stuttering and I might have knicked my hand on the knife that had fallen there earlier, so I’m a little startled and yank the wheel again and then the van crashed into a parking police car.”

There is a moment of silence, Tony can see the NYPD building in the distance. (”30 seconds to destination, boss. May I suggest some mild breathing exercises to slow your heartbeat down some?”)

“But don’t worry! By that time the van had slowed down enough that the damage wasn’t too bad. Though Detective Mahoney spilled his coffee all over his shirt.” Ironman landed in front of the station, drawing quite a few looks all around him. “So I explain everything to the Detective Mahoney and his partner Detective Sanchez, who is like super cool and promised to help me study for my next spanish exam.” The suit dissembled around him and formed into a suitcase in his hand as Tony Stark, clad in a faded band shirt and soft blue pyjama pants (it was supposed to be his day off and he had, for once, slept in), ran up the stairs (as if he would waste time waiting for the elevator) to where he knew the Captains office was (Thanks Friday). “Turns out, these guys have been kidnapping kids like this for the last four weeks and were waiting to get two more to ship off to some kind of slave trade ring in a foreign country. So the Detectives interrogated them and got the location for where they are hiding the poor, missing kids and like half the precinct is on their way to free them.” One more floor and he would be there. At least now the heavy breathing could be attributed to running up so many fucking stairs. “I tried to slip away and get in the suit and follow the police cars, make sure the kids are alright and all, you know? But then the Captain came up to me and clapped me on the shoulder and was like ‘Good job, kid. That was very brave, but now lets call your parents and make sure you get home safe.’ And then he led me into his office and sat me on his couch, which is nowhere near as comfy as the ones in the tower, but whatever, and told me to call someone and that he would come back to talk to us a little later.” It wasn’t every day that Tony Stark bursts through the doors of the Major Crime unit of the New York Police Department in the clothes he slept in, so the officers in the room could be excused for any open mouthed gaping that may have taken place. “And, you know, Aunt May just came off a double shift in the hospital and I really didn’t wanna wake her, so I thought I better call you instead. So, can you come over to the NYPD? But like, don’t stress. If you have something important to do, that’s totally okay. I can just hang around for a few hours until May has gotten enough sleep and call her then. And maybe Detective Sanchez will-”

Peter was interrupted from his call when the door to the Captains office nearly flew off its hinges as Tony ran right in, a desperate, slightly manic look in his eyes. “Oh, that was quick. Hey Dad.”

THIS FUCKING KID!

And yes, fine, it may not be much of an exaggeration when Peter later complained that Tony cuddled him on that couch for the better part of 20 minutes. It may also be true that he threatened to sue everyone and their mother more than once, everytime someone from the police department tried to interrupt his, very justified, fussing over his kid. He also makes damn sure that Peter doesn’t leave his direct proximity for the entire time they stay at the station. Peter gave his official statement, they got to watch when the freed kids were reunited with their overjoyed, tearful parents, who all come over to thank Peter in person for his part in finding their children, and Detective Sanchez gave Peter her card and personal number for those spanish lessons. During all that time, Tony has managed to inform May, Pepper and Happy about everything, and the three soon join them at the station. While May and Pepper take over fussing over Peter and hugging him to death (the kid sends him a very nasty look over the womens shoulders), Tony is already on his phone, programming Karen to reengage the BabyMonitorProtocol and sending the code to one of his Stark watches that he is going to fucking weld around the kids wrist so he can never take it off. He doesn’t even care how much Rhodey laughs at and calls him an overprotective helicopter parent again later.

#peter parker #tony stark #iron dad #spider son #tony is a stressed dad #attempted kidnapping #peter is a badass #bamf peter #iron man #spiderman #op lurafita

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coldsteam · 5 years

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Arcanine Tutorial Video Process| Full Tutorial

Since I thought there are still few tutorials for Clip Studio Paint, I figured out I’ll make my own :3

Use a warm color for the lineart and put it on multiply mode. This layer must be always on top of others.

Fill in with blocking brush, then select an orange and a yellow tone (value around 50 percent), mostly desaturated, as a base color. Since I would like my light source to be warm, I’m defining basic shadows shapes using a desaturated blueish tone.

Paint with a soft airbrush with a dark brown on glow dodge mode for a warm sunlight effect. Now I use a gradient with a dark color on soft light mode to emphasise my focal point. By using warmer colors on the foreground, blueish and duller colors on the middle/backround, other than a beautiful palette, you create depth (atmospheric perspective).

I use an adjustment layer[tone curve] to cast some shadows (using well as overlay and multiply too).

Now comes the rendering part. The main brush I work with is the default soft airbrush with max hardness and 80-90 opacity.

Clean your drawing!

I use yellow and purple greys on multiply and overlay layers to create hue variations on the shoulder. I also keep in mind that the transitions between light and dark areas are warmer and more saturated.

I put specific gradient maps on add glow, soft light.. modes for a light filter effect.

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twarda · 5 years

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FireAlpaca and The Decimal Separator Crusade

The Solution Of A Problem Nobody's Aware Of

Have you ever had the problem with FireAlpaca not being able to apply the decimal separator (depending on where you live, it's the dot or comma in a number such as 13,5) when *typing* it to the brush size window? Probably not but I still have the good news: I found the solution to this! Oh, and feel free to skip the lenghty backround story, which is below, I just thought that including the really cumbersome process behind it may be interesting to read. It should be colapsed on your Dashboard view anyway.

Solution

Go to your regional settings (I have that in Polish but it should read “Formats”) and change your region to one of these countries which uses dots (although, if you read the story below, it may work for some European countries as well). I changed to Canada because it uses both "," and "." for separators, just in case. Then go to the additional settings and be sure to choose the dot in the first entry!

Your date/time format may change after that, so if that bothers you, change that as well (remember to keep your current Location, so it can show you the correct time!). Note, some programs may change the language, so keep an eye on that.

PS. I already reported this on FireAlpaca website. And if you are curious, you can try doing the test by your own. It’s simple and here’re the instructions: https://www.deviantart.com/comments/62/16712505/4708682605

PPS. I remember Medibang had a similar issue, but I haven’t used the program for a long time! This fix should work for it too!

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I am known from notoriously using old, outdated versions of my art programs. It may look like a personal vendetta or something, but I have my reasons to keep them untouched. Let's talk about FireAlpaca's case.

FireAlpaca in my mind is a simple but very easy to use program, which makes it great. While I use other graphic softwares (GIMP, Clip Studio Paint, SAI, to name a few), I find it remarkably on spot to do what I need: development of my video game called Zniw Adventure. Almost all backrounds were made only with FireAlpaca, as well as the animations, 14k sprites and other assets. Zniw Adventure is kept in 90′s adventure game style with the resolution of 640x480. This forces the assets to be small but sharp at the same time. Especially if the player wants to upscale the game to fit their screen. Therefore, I'm really glad for FireAlpaca's quick access to disabling the antialiasing. All the sprites are made in, what I call, "hard pixel" mode which makes them look similar to pixelart (although most of them aren't really pixelart, that's why I prefer "hard pixel" to not confuse real pixelart artists over there).

If the game assets are tiny, then you can imagine that I need precision when dealing with brush sizes. FireAlpaca offers a slider, as well as (in the newer versions at least) a brush table. These are quick to access and work perfectly fine when drawing and painting, but the tradeoff is the... accuracy, which I much need for the tiny stuff! Afterall, difference in brush size between 2.4 and 2.5 is huge, not to mention between 2.4 and 2.6! Fiddling with the slider just to get that sweet spot just wastes time! Thankfully FireAlpaca comes with little window where you can simply type the size you want! That’s *the* selling point for me! And it worked perfectly until I updated the program: it stopped applying the input correctly! The horror! No more precision! The slider is unbearable! I can't work like that! What's worse, nobody seems to have experiening this issue besides me, and as of 2nd March 2019, there is still no information about it at all! No wonder though, as the issue is really niche and obscure; most people may not realize it at all, even if they have it. And that was the reason I stuck to ver. 1.4.1. for about 4 years (if not more!)...

A few days ago I became really tired of this, especially since I have been asked "why don't I update my FireAlpaca!" few times already. Discouraged, I shared the problem with a USA person (known as Moco13) and he said the program works fine for him. Suprised by this fact, I figured out that something is off here. And that English speaking countries (at least these countries which use dots as decimal separator) does not have this problem. I didn't realized fully the solution yet, so I thought: I need a test. I need a bunch of European people (most Europe use commas, just as I do), from countries different than mine (as I already tested it on myself and my peers). I needed to see how big this is and who is affected. The respond was rather limited and slow. But here is when @harukasartnebula enters. She did the test quickly and her results were suprising! It worked fine for her, even if her OS is Portuguese! With just this unexpected reply alone we got on the right track - and @crashpl figured it out: FireAlpaca reads the computer's regional settings, and for some reason it ignores the decimal separator for the Polish profile!

And thus, I changed my regional settings to Canada, corrected the date & time format to more familiar and voila! I can use 2.1.14. version of FireAlpaca! And boy, this is great! The only dowside so far is my old GIMP - it changed to English. I have been using it in Polish for like 9 years so it looks really odd haha!

And there it is, the solution to an overly obscure and niche problem nobody probably experienced, with a lenghty, but I hope interesting, backstory of it! Hope you enjoyed the reading!

#art programs #art tutorial #solution #firealpaca #brush size #hep #how to

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roseamongroses · 5 years

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Antithesis(10):”is this alluding to something or is life just like that”

[Specific-Summary]: With senior year approaching, some stresses are inevitable, and they’re certainly not looking forward to them, but for now it’s summer and it’s okay to breathe a little while longer.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes, Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing

[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

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Dmitri was only mildly terrified to hear the doorbell ring and the all familiar, sing-song voice of his Aunt greeting the guest as if she was not just berating him for how he placed silverware. He’d been working on the patio for most of the morning, clearing up any left out gardening supplies, checking on the outdoor and indoor plants, and setting up the table.

On a lighter note, his plants have yet to burn to death, so that’s promising.

His aunt burst through the patio doors, smile blinding and boyfriend on arm. Her gaze slid onto him and he froze but forced himself to continue setting down plates.

“And this is my son, Dmitri,” She said, “Dmitri, you know remember Dr. Montag?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dmitri nodded, putting down the final plate he turned to greet the Doctor, forcing himself not to flinch from their intense gaze, “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“You too, son,” His head tilted, “I thought you said he was your nephew, Pat?”

His aunt wrung her hands together, smile soft, “Well I consider him my son,” she cooed, “After all... I did raise him. All by myself.”

‘Lie’ Dmitri noted, becoming quite interested in the tiled patio. The doorbell ring and his Aunt looked at him, eyes critical.

“Dmitri, be a... dear and get that,” She turned back to Dr. Montag, “I hope you like blueberry- pancakes, I’ve been cooking all morning.”

‘Lie’ Dmitri ignored the urge to roll his eyes. Mindlessly went to get the door, not surprised to see Diana, Nate and their parents at the door. If Diana or Nate said anything or made in faces, he would not have known.

It was autopilot really. Clean the patio, answer the door, smile, nod, get the door. Agree with everything even if you agree with nothing. Don’t make her look bad, she’s done so much for you. Who feeds you, who pays for everything?

After making polite conversation with the guest, he went to his room to change, coming out to the courtyard, a platter of pancakes in one hand, syrup in the other.

Dr. Montag looked up, face kind as he got up to help Dmitri with the plates, everyone else falling effortlessly falling into a discussion about this or that.

Diana kept shooting him looks, Nate kept mouthing something foul, and Dmitri just wanted to go to sleep. Or call Roman. Read. Write. Anything but this.

“He’s rather quiet,” Dr. Montag commented, cutting his food into neat lines, “I know when I was his age, my parents had to beg me to shut up.”

Dmitri focused on his chewing. His pancakes tasting like cardboard on his tongue.

“Dmitri has always been a shy kid,” His aunt said, “Always quiet.”

‘Lie’

“I mean kids are kids, you know,” Dr. Montag said, talking with his hands, “Always got something fascinating them, always reacting. I’m sure he cried, threw tantrums, like the rest?” he laughed.

His aunt’s expression soured briefly, “Well maybe in the beginning,” She said, words slow, “After all, that sort of transition is rather hard. But he got used to it.”

Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies.

Dr. Montag shook his head, expression tight, “Maybe... we shouldn’t dwell on that,” he said, “After all,” his voice got louder, drawing the other guests attention, “It is a celebration.”

Diana’s mom’s eyes glinted, as she stirred more sugar into her tea, “And what are we celebrating again, Patty?” she raised the glass to her lips, with a smile.

Aunt Patty’s expression was smug, as she raised her hand, ring and smile blinding, “I’m engaged, y’all!”

Dmitri’s stomach dropped.

God, he wished that was a lie.

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“Woah, woah woah, hold up,” Roman said, phone balanced on his shoulder as he rummaged through his drawers, “Like, legal marriage? Marriage marriage? What? Don’t they fight like every other week?”

“Every. Single. Week.” Dmitri gritted, keeping his voice low. Luckily he was dismissed to his room after alcohol got involved, and probably won’t be bothered until tomorrow, but he still kept an eye on the door regardless, “--And don’t get me wrong he’s ...nice? I think. But that’s the problem, he’s too nice, too interested, too forgiving. It’s too much.”

“What do you mean?” Roman said, pausing.

“I mean, the guys--She’s just--” Dmitri sighed, “Trust me, it’s weird. I just need to get out of the house. Preferably for the rest of my life, but a day is fine.” he said, “So do you have any plans tomorrow?”

Roman crouched, scanning the dark spaces between his bed and the floorboard, “Uh-yeah, the end of school beach--Hold up give me a second,” He quickly yanked his swim trunks from underneath a stack of books, grinning victoriously as he slung it on his shoulders, “--But you can go to that too. The school as the space reserved for most of the day, and if you come I might be able to convince the staff to let us set up a bonfire!”

“Why can’t you do it?” Dmitri raised an eyebrow, hearing Roman laugh in response.

“Oh, no reason. No reason at all--forget I even said it, ” Roman hummed, “So does that mean you’re going?”

“I don’t know…” Dmitri frowned, “You’re going with your friends right?”

“Yes, but,” Roman drawled, “It’s school sponsored, we won’t be the only ones there, and--” he said, “...That also... means you can meet some new people as well?”Roman suggested.

“I don’t need friends.”

“Well…”

“I don’t,” Dmitri insisted, “ I have a best friend and plants.”

“Aw, I’m you’re best frien-” Roman shook his head, “Not the point-not the point. Dee, I ju--wait, are you pouting?”

“....No.”

“M-my god you are pouting, Dmitri?” Roman quieted his wheezing, “Dee, Babe-, as much as I love you, I worry okay?” Dmitri sighed, and Roman continued, “You don’t tell me everything, but should be able to talk or go to somebody when I’m not there. I really am worried.”

“You shouldn’t, my Peperomia are thriving.”

“I,” Roman shook his head, “I’m being serious.”

“I am too,” Dmitri said, he continued without much thought, “-- I know I’m a loser, but not everyone wants to be friends with half the school.”

“You know,” Roman blinked hard, forcing his voice to be leveled, “You know that’s not what I meant and you’re not a loser,” Roman stressed, and Dmitri went silent on the other side.

“I know…” Dmitri finally said, shoulders slumped, “I know, I’m uh, sorry,” he winced, “You’re right it’s just...friends haven’t really worked the way I wanted them to--” he could hear Roman frowning and he chose his words carefully, “ I think having a little more time for myself is what I need, I guess? I don’t know…” he flopped on his bed.

“Don’t be sorry...I don’t know either,” Roman mumbled, “But let’s drop the friend thing, and let’s just have a good time, okay?” he said twirling the ends of his hair, “If it gets too overwhelming I’ll make it up to you.”

“Sounds good…” Dmitri yawned, not really adding anything else or saying goodbye.

“Dmitri?”

He blearily traced his sheets, becoming all too aware of how the distant laughter turned to arguing, “‘Just...want to listen to you for a little while longer.”

Roman leaned against his dresser, “I think...we can manage that.”

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#Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #roceit #ts roman #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #sanders sides #Antithesis #Anithesis (2)#sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction

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