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mochinomnoms · 4 months

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Do you think humans in twisted wonderland have periods? What if they don't...

What if AFAB!Yuu is the only one in twisted wonderland to have periods and it freaks everyone out

Evolutionarily speaking it would make sense for the humans in twisted wonderland to reabsorb the unused egg for extra fuel for magic

[cw] - discussion of periods/afab!Yuu but still written as gn [wc} - 1,792 Added the rest under readmore as it got a bit long. I think there's a fic somewhere on here with this idea, but I can't remember the blog or name, I'll edit and link it later if I find it. I can see the point of the egg being reabsorbed, though personally I think TWST humans are biologically the same as Earth humans, minus the ones with magic maybe having a bit stronger/heighten senses and strengths. After all, there are plenty of humans who aren't magic, I think it's mentioned some point in their book 2 or book 5 that a majority of the population is either magicless or aren't privy to the privilege of formal magical education.

Even if a majority of the human population is magic, there's still a good chunk of them that don't and if that's the case then they at least would have periods.

However, that's explicitly the human population, and in reality it makes absolutely no sense for beastmen or merfolk to have periods. Especially when they have things like heat/ruts or mating cycles. Fae I think would actually make the most sense for the headcanon you're mentioning! They are completely and utterly magic, made from the magic of the earth, animals, and flora given sentience and forms. They are utterly magic, through, and through, so it would make sense for those with uteri to recycle the egg back into them for magical fuel.

And say we're going with the assumption that there are no other afab students in the school, or there are, but they're only beastmen, merfolk, and/or fae, then an afab!Yuu comes as quite a shock.

The beastmen are the first to notice something off with them, as they have the most acute sense of smell. This is followed by a very close second with the merfolk (particularly the predacious ones) and an even closer third by the fae. All the boys from those dorms, minus Lilia who's lived long enough to know what a period is, clock in on their friend who reeks of blood and flesh (because you're also shedding pieces of your uterine lining).

Lord help you, as you're in a crowded area, the cafeteria, with not only them but the rest of their classmates that also smell your blood, because their immediate thought is that you're fucking dying.

Sebek is surprisingly the first to launch himself at you, shouting at the top of his lungs, “WHERE IS YOUR INJURY HUMAN?! YOU ARE SEVERELY INJURED YOU SHOULD BE IN THE INFIRMARY—” Before he is yanked off by a wide-eyed Jack, who's looking more and more like the dead as he leans down to sniff at you.

The blood from his face drains (ha) as he turns to look at Leona and Ruggie, as well as a small group of other beastmen—friend's you've made during the tournament—and nods. This causes them to all look horrified and gaze at you like a wounded puppy. Minus Leona, who just looks amused.

“It's coming from them.”

Still confused, you stare at the Heartslabyul group—who'd been eating breakfast with you—in bewilderment. They also look at you in confusion, except for Riddle, the latter of which pinches the bridge of his noses and takes a deep sigh.

“I think you're all being a bit dramatic, they're just on their—”

“DRAMATIC? I DON'T THINK YOU'RE BEING DRAMATIC ENOUGH!”

Floyd grabs you from behind, spinning you and shoving his face so close to yours that you noses are smushed together.

“Shrimpy… you gotta tell me who did it, cause I could tell from aaaaall the way in the hallway that ya hurt. Com'on! Tell Floydie, I promise I won't be mad.”

Jade placed a hand on his brother's shoulder as he leans down to chastise Floyd.

“Not now Floyd, the poor thing is hurt, we should take them to the infirmary. Then we can hunt down the dreadful soul that hurt our friend and have them trade their spot.”

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground, yelping and latching your arms around Floyd's neck as he cradles you in his arms. Effectively yanking you from Jack's grip, who immediately growls.

“Floyd! Be careful!”

“Ehhh? Yeah that sounds like a great idea! Let's go now, I'm itching for a good fight, ayhehehe!”

Leona and Riddle shared a look, the former sighed to try and explain.

“Look you idiots, they're not injured, they're—”

“What are you waiting for?” Ruggie interrupted him, annoyed by Leona's unconcerned attitude, instead gesturing to Floyd. “Let's go before they bleed out even more!”

The small group clamored out of the cafeteria, a few more concerned students following after them as they started to hear bits and pieces of the conversation. Leaving Leona and the others in the dust. Deuce piped up.

“… Uh, do they not know—”

“No, most beastmen aren't familiar with periods.”

“I'm guessing merfolk and fae don't either, based on the twins and Sebek.” Riddle sighed, feeling sorry for you.

Leona's ears perked as he heard the shrill shriek of a certain octopus in the distance. Riddle and the others also seemed to hear it as they winced.

“Probably not…”

“…”

“… should we?”

“Yeah, we probably should, before my boys wreck the school. Let's get Crewel.”

It took a whole hour of you reassuring the small crowd that had formed around your bed in the infirmary before anyone calmed down. Floyd and Jade were being constantly pulled back into the infirmary by the ear by the nurse, who kept telling the two to stop trying to go beat up the imaginary person that, quote unquote, “hurt you”.

“What do you mean Shrimpy isn't hurt? I can smell the blood from all the way down the hall!”

“Yes, it's quite a potent scent, and distinct to our dear Prefect.” Jade held his hand to his chest as he sniffled. “We've smelled it before when they've gotten hurt, but this is a whole different level.”

“Yeah! Almost all of Savanaclaw could smell it” Ruggie nodded in agreement as Jack followed.

“They must be really hurt if we all could smell it from that far away! You need to help them nurse!”

Their voice's grew again in volume, Sebek in particular, as he vowed to also hunt down the “ruffian who would dare harm a fellow student on the campus Master Malleus attended!”

The nurse, growing more and more annoyed trying to corral the group (she wondered how ethical it would be to use a silencing spell and another to stick them to the ceiling), sighed in relief as the echo of Crewel's whip commanded immediate silence.

“Oh, thank the Sundrop, Professor Crewel, please control them. I am up to here with their foolishness—”

“Foolish? The Prefect might be dying!” Azul cried out, surprisingly attached to your side. She'd tried to yank him off of you earlier, but was met with a shocking amount of strength as his grip on the metal bed frame caused an Azul-sized hand indent to form. His strength, easy to forget in his slender frame. Now, he was trying his best to coax the name of the student responsible with promises of free drinks and discounted food.

“No I'm not!” You cried out in exasperation. “I've been trying to tell you, but y'all won't listen!”

As you tried to get up from the bed, trapped in a blanket cocoon made by Azul, the boys started up again. Half urging you to stay in bed and rest, while the other half argued with the nurse, and now Crewel, about healing you up.

A near ear-shattering rumble of thunder caused another silence to fall over everyone. This time, though, the group shrunk into themselves as Malleus, standing proud and tall, entered the room. Sebek perked up, rushing over to meet him.

“Young Master! I've ensured that the human was taken to the infirmary, but so far they've refused any healing—”

“Thank you, Sebek. I will speak to them myself.”

Malleus, his school jacket flourishing behind him (one of the students murmured that he felt like a background character in a romance movie), flew to your side. Where you had been squirming your upper body out of the blanket cocoon, smacking at Azul's hands as he kept attempting to swaddle you back in.

Now freed waist up, you turned to face Malleus, who had elegantly kneeled down by your bedside (you could hear Sebek muffled a shriek) and held your hand like a delicate piece of china.

“Child of Man, my friend, what happened? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Malleus cooed at you, green eyes peering into yours, full of concern.

So it was a surprise to everyone in the room when you groaned, which morphed into a soft scream.

“Uh… Child of Man?”

“I'm fiiiiiine!” You sighed, slumping back into the bed. “I'm just on my period, you guys.”

The room remained quiet, a bit too quiet as you lifted your head back up to look at the room of confused looking men. Crewel had a hip cocked as he looked unimpressed over the crowd. The nurse was rubbing her temples. You heard Azul clear his throat, drawing his attention as he asked,

"What's a period?"

Finally, the crowd had settled, all of them huddled around your bed as you tried your best to explain what a menstral cycle was.

"So you like, bleed every month? Randomly?"

"Amount 28 days, so once a month yeah. And now it's not random, it's part of the reproductive cycle. It's my body preps for a new egg—"

"But, I though humans didn't lay eggs?" Floyd asked, leaning against Azul's right shoulder.

"We don't, it's different the egg turns into a baby itself so there's no egg to lay—"

Ruggie spoke up, "We get that, but I don't get why the egg makes you bleed? It can't do that can it?"

"No, no, no. It's not the egg itself, it's my body. In order for the egg to get fertilize it needs a good environment to grow, so the uterus grows a fresh lining once a month for the egg to latch on to, so—"

You sighed as once of the other fae students interrupted.

"Fresh lining? Like, the skin? Of the uterus?"

You nodded, trying to keep your patience as you attempted to explain to your friends that, no, you were in fact not bleeding to death.

"Yes, that's the blood, the skin is shedding to make a fresh one for the next egg."

You don't think it's working, as that last sentence caused a wave of mortifcation amongst the crowd.

"That... sounds like it hurts." Malleus, still holding your hand, softly asked. "You're not hurting though, correct?"

Pursing your lips, you looked up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. Wow had that cobweb always been in that corner?

"Yuu."

Malleus's voice, calling out your name for once, was full of questioning.

"Yeah Horns?"

"it doesn't hurt, correct?"

You started whistling a little tune, studying the dirt under your nails.

"Dear Prefect," Jade this time. "Answer the question?"

The group leaned in closer as you grumbled under your breath.

"Speak up Shrimpy."

".........not always."

"Come on, stop being shy, you act like a puppy most of the time" Ruggie was getting annoyed.

".....cramps..not move...not always."

"It's okay Yuu, you can say it." Azul cooed.

"...Sometimes the cramps makes it hurt too much to move, but not always."

You braced yourself as the crowd once again riled up.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO MOVE?"

The nurse off to the side still, leaned over to tell Crewel, "I told you we needed an interspecies health class."

hehe this was fun, comments appreciated. I may be inclined to write more since writing different between species like this is fun

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #if you squint its an x reader #mochi fic

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wasongo · 10 months

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I think I got a lot of new followers recently because twitter keeps going to shit. However, as you probably know I can't and don't post nsfw art here.

You can find my NSFW socials on my pinned post. I think a lot of people are hesitant to join platforms which aren't fully available to the public yet but if you'd like to keep up with my nsfw art I'd like to:

Urge you to visit my website and subscribe to my RSS feed for gallery updates!

Suggest you follow me on either Pillowfort or Cohost (18+).

In the last year I have started using PF and Cohost more than Mastodon, as they've implemented new features and their posting system is more in line with what I enjoy: robust tagging and filtering, ability to post MANY images, and readmores for long posts.

If you've been hesitant to join either of those platforms since you don't know what to expect here's a small-ish review of both purely from my experience as someone who: a) enjoys profile customization b) likes to have an organized art gallery that is filterable by tags.

This review is aimed at artists looking for NSFW spaces to post! UI screenshots might have suggestive terms and images. Proceed with caution.

Edit: Good grief tunglr, if you open this on the web dash the images aren't shown in the neat galleries I put them in to make the post shorter. Head on over to the permalink if you'd like a better looking post!

Let me just say that if you're looking for a review on more technical aspects of these platforms, like security and moderation policies. I'm not your guy. You'll have to look elsewhere for that. I'm focusing on QoL UI and community aspects.

Though both these platforms allow nsfw, please make sure to read their ToS/Community Guidelines for rules on what is and isn't allowed. Though as far as I'm aware they have pretty similar rules.

Pillowfort

Overview::

Pillowfort has more years under its belt being available to users than Cohost does, as such I THINK the artist/fandom userbase atm is larger, which means you might see more activity there. UI as of right now is very comfortable and the site runs pretty smoothly. Loading times are very decent. Posting is easy, though the image uploader is a little wonky (they are working on fixing this). You are able to create and manage communities based on interests or themes, which people can follow or join and all post in the same space. You can personalize your profile by adding images, links, and formatted text to your sidebar, as well as customize your own profile colors. Tag searches in my experience yield results of both art and aesthetic irl porn and gifs. If that's something you miss from ye olden tumblr days it might be worth a look.

Pros:

Posts have privacy options (everyone, logged in, followers, mutuals, only me)

Has a DM system

Posts have Commentable, Rebloggable, NSFW toggle

Can post MANY images on a single post

Readmore feature for long posts

Robust tagging system

Robust filtering system: hide or click-through warning (by installing Tassel userscript only)

Customizable profile colors, Light/Dark mode for whole website

Communities you can follow/join for shared interests

You can filter posts on profile by tag

You can filter posts on profile by "original poster" or "reblog"

Cons:

wonky image uploader, cannot upload multiple images at once

Cannot search for multiple tags at once

Search for terms with periods in them is currently broken (ex. "D.Gray-man" will not yield any search results)

Communities have few moderation features atm

Without Tassel installed the filtering system is pretty garbage atm (you can either show or hide nsfw or filtered tags completely, with no click-through warnings)

No multiple account/side blog feature yet

Some inline image formatting options are broken atm

Default endless scrolling

No progressive web app for mobile atm

For a more in depth explanation of PF's UI and features you can check out this official post.

Here are some images of the UI.

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Cohost

Overview::

Cohost feels like it has a small artist/fandom userbase at the moment. However, to make up for that it has a pretty slick UI, it works great as a progressive web app on mobile, and it recently implemented an ASK system similar to tumblr's! Everything loads pretty quickly, and you can switch between your "latest posts" feed and your "bookmarked tags" feed. You can access your likes as a bookmark system, but as a whole "notes" and engagement numbers except for comments are not visible anywhere (this is wonderful for my personal mental health). It has a simple post editor and though the image uploader only allows 4 images that will load with lightbox, there's a workaround to upload MANY inline images if you want. The catch is you'll need to use a bit of markdown or html to do that. (more on that below) Though you can't personalize your profile colors, you can add personality to your page by making very cool pinned posts and adding images to your sidebar.

Pros:

Animated avatars! (listen i like having my animated komui icon)

You can make multiple "pages" (blogs) which function independently for comments/asks. switching between pages is effortless

Ask system, with anon toggle (you cannot reply privately atm tho)

2 Factor Authentication

Progressive web app for mobile works like a charm

You can preview your post before you post it

Posts have a NSFW toggle and you can save drafts

Can post MANY images in a single post (bit of a workaround as you'll need to upload your images to a draft first and then add them to a new post with some markdown or html code)

Readmore feature for long posts

Robust tagging AND filtering system (show, click-through, hide completely), plus CW system to give your posts additional click through warnings you deem necessary

You can do incredibly cool things with HTML and inline CSS on your posts

You can filter posts on profile by tag, and you can have pinned tags

Toggles for hiding reblogs, replies, and asks on profiles

Paginated browsing instead of endless scrolling (things load faster)

No engagement numbers visible ANYWHERE

Cons:

Image uploader does not let you upload multiple images at once. Limit to 4 images (can upload more as inline images with code)

Advanced post formatting (ex. bold, italics, bullet list, inline images etc.) has to be done through markdown or html + css which is not the friendliest for those who don't know any code (there's a button for a markdown cheatsheet when you post tho!)

No dark mode, or customizing profile colors atm (however there are workarounds to changing site colors with Stylus extension)

Cannot search for multiple tags at once

Cool things you can do with CSS on your posts might look very bad on mobile

Since you can do some crazy things with CSS on posts, you might come across eye straining visuals and movement on some posts. There are settings to tone this down, and people are pretty good about tagging things, so with some good filtering you should be able to avoid this however.

A little quieter on the artist/fandom front (but we can change that)

Here are some images of the UI.

If you made it to the end of this review thanks for giving it a look! If there's something vital you might want to know that I missed in regards to UI and posting features let me know and I will try to answer. But again, this is not a technical/security issues/bugs review so don't ask me about that.

Lastly, I've been seeing a handful of NSFW artists I follow on twitter hopping on bluesky. I REALLY suggest you do a little research on the owners and platform to see if you think joining is worthwhile, since I have a feeling many artists might not want their alternative to be a site owned by crypto advocates (and also a billionaire). Some basic research will get you there. Just take heed and use your best judgement. On that note Cohost is strictly against crypto (I'm guessing PF might be too but I don't have a link that I can point you to confirming this atm).

I believe community driven and supported platforms are the way to go. If you end up thinking either of these two places are worth your time, do consider getting your friends and favorite artists on board or supporting them! You'll get added perks on both platforms if you become a supporter. PF recently added the ability to have MULTIPLE AVATARS (PFPs I think they're called nowadays) which I think is super cool (i really miss that from LJ days).

Again, thanks for reading and I hope to see some of you there!

#pillowfort #cohost

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heywriters · 11 months

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how to make a tumblr post (and get notes!)

Have never seen any post discuss these exact things, so i'm sharing my insights with y'all*

Use images. They don't have to be good or spectacular like this extremely coherent thing I just made. They just need to catch the eye break up dashboard monotony.

The gif search feature is an unreliable wild card at best and a NSFW eye gouge at worst, but it gives credit to the op of the gif

If you're an artist your whole post is your images, so skip to the links and tags section of this post because the rest won't help much.

-> Image Descriptions

When making a post that contains images, hover over an image and click the meatballs icon in the lower right corner of the image. Click "update description" to add a description. It isn't always necessary, but it is very courteous for a variety of accessibility reasons.

-> Text

Break up your text. Run-on sentences are standard here, lack of punctuation too, you can really do whatever you want, but avoid massive blocks of text. unless you've got a really incendiary opening line and the entire center of that granite chunk of text is actually comedy gold, hard-hitting tumblr journalism, or one of those zany confessional posts that can be followed up by the drive thru meme

break up

your text.

and go light on the ALL CAPS. save it for emphasis or when you're feeling very unhinged or saRcAStiC y'know how that goes, i don't need to explain it. this site has a very dry tone to its posts so caps are rare. also periods

Bullet points and numbered posts are good and fine. The "Chat" post option is used less often these days, but different groups found uses for it so it sticks around.

Titles Matter

they help break up text and put people at ease. they are best for informative, mature posts but can make you look like a square in more relaxed conversations. sometimes they are also great for emphasis in a comedic sh*tpost (censorship is entirely up to you, btw. you don't have to censor much on tumblr except titties and genitals).

Tumblr automatically shortens long posts now, but etiquette asks that you tag #long post if you want to avoid clogging up someone's dash. It don't matter too much though, this is the "color of the sky" site, so get used to posts being too long

That being said "READ MORE" is a fantastic feature. Use it when you want some level of privacy like "hey, only click below if you want to hear about my problems" or "click below to read my 18+ fanfic." Read more is also great in case you want to delete something forever. If a reblogged post has a read more, but op deleted the og post, that content is gone (readmore has to be on the og post at time of posting for this to work, btw; edits to og post do not span all reblogs)

the other bells and whistles like colored font or italics are helpful in improving text, but we don't really rely on them. every mode of looking at this site alters those aspects somehow so we often ignore them

-> Links

Hint: People don't want to click links. We don't know where they're taking us. Most of us are on our phone and don't want to open another tab or leave the app to go on the browser. We're cozy here on Tumblr and do not wish to be whisked away (unless it's a rickroll)

Don't leave the link thumbnail to do all the work, like so

add a little sneak peak info, maybe your favorite line from the article or a reason why it's important for people to know the info on the other side of that link. Sell it!

When you're adding a link into a list, i.e. no large thumbnail just a line of text leading you to another site, try not to copy/paste the link as is

"https://......"

No one wants to click on that it's gross and scary. It's screams "meh, i'll click later if i feel like it." If the build up to the link is too good to resist ("if you want to save the orphaned puppies here's the link") then that http mess is sufficient.

Otherwise, dress your links up a little by including the title or a description of what the link goes to:

Or, if it's an informal post where you're just popping info in to back up whatever insane thing you just said, just write something like "link here" or "(x)" and hyperlink it.

-> Tags

artists, writers, and other creators: leave a tag on your creative content that makes it easy for blog visitors to see it all at once. e.g. "My work" and we click on that while on your blog and see only your works

You can have up to thirty tags on any post. All will make your post show up in searches and followed tags (it used to be only the first five tags that got you traction). However,

Please. Do not tag everything you can possibly imagine being relevant to your post because

It's called tag spam and it's against TOS

Everyone here hates that

No one is going to check all those tags ever. Someone might search one five years from now and accidentally find your post hanging out in the ether and they'll still ignore it.

Your imagination is wicked tiny because I guarantee the perfect tag is going to be something indecipherable and seemingly niche.

Follow popular tags (or at least be aware of them)

If yours is an off-the-cuff post and you don't have time to find out what a niche group is into then wing it, sure, idc. this is also the shitposting site do whatever you want

Don't put your hate in the fan tags. This is the unapologetically-like-dumb-things site and your negativity is not wanted. You can still complain, just avoid tagging to get the attention of the fans of whatever you're complaining about. That enables pvp and even nonfans will know you deserve the backlash

-> Audio & Video

clickable by nature because we all love noise and moving images so there's no special way to share posts like this. just post them with good tags and maybe a one-liner, and they'll sell themselves

Tip: it's nice to add descriptions to these too but it isn't common

Protip: if the audio is the best part of the video (e.g. a baby burps REALLY loudly and it's hilarious) please caption or tag "Unmute!"

-> mkay bye

that's all i can think of right now. will update later if i remember something

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*this is year eleven of my time on tumbles and i studied marketing in college for like six of those years and have been applying that bupkis to tumblr ever since. every post i see that gets no traction and every lovely artist that goes nowhere on here bothers me so deeply and i sincerely want y'all to succeed <3 <3

+ If you find this helpful and want to support my blog, I have a ko-fi!

+ If you're concerned about my mental health from being on Tumblr so long and want to contribute to my "get better" fund, I have a ko-fi!

#writing #tumblr guide #tumblr etiquette #marketing #writeblr #authorblr #artists of tumblr #og #tongue in cheek #long post

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cycian · 7 months

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Starfield request: Andreja preparing to cook a meal for everyone in the lodge, whatever that entails in your imagination. Perhaps Sarah is also around to help, which again, is up to you how that plays out.

I lost control. 4.9k words under the readmore, Andreja/Sarah pairing. Sorry not sorry. Will be posted to ao3 after some editing within the week. Oopsie doopsie, love you Ronqueesha but you knew precisely what this ask would do to me lol.

Blurring lines

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of eating nothing but takeout, deliveries. Countless Chunks menus had been ordered and promptly devoured by the ravenous Constellation members.

Sarah could hardly believe it as she added the expenses onto the budget. Until now, she hadn't realised that Barrett's favorite past time had been a blessing upon their budget, stomachs and waistlines.

Across from her, Andreja idly sharpened her blade, her eyes drifting around the warm light of day that filtered through the small greenhouse.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to say it, but Barrett's cooking is a cornerstone of our Lodge section of the budget." Sarah said, mostly to herself, as she hadn't expected Andreja to be paying attention to her mumblings and ravings.

The blade stopped on its block for an instant, before resuming its dance.

Sarah thought no more of it.

Until midnight struck.

She had moved from the pleasant warmth of the greenhouse for the quiet chaos of her room/office. She knew that if Noel were to catch her working so late, she'd get chastised. She was fine, she thought. Even if Sarah attempted to sleep, the nightmares would wake her up--might as well be productive.

She went down to the kitchen, located in the basement (Walter, why?), with the intent of indulging in more caffeine, only to be interrupted by curses hushed in the dead of night, in a tongue that she did not recognize. The voice, however, was very familiar to Sarah. She tried to silence her steps to figure out what was bothering Andreja to the point of using expletives, only to find the Va’ruun woman covered from head to toe in flour.

Sarah Morgan was not exactly known for being ‘stealthy’ or discreet or even remotely ‘subtle’. She was, at best, a terrormorph in a china shop. Despite her best efforts, she could not manage to repress the undignified snort that escaped her.

Andreja’s eyes snapped to her, narrowed into dark slits, before softening as the leader of Constellation stepped towards the light, clad in her very elegant pajamas. An old UC vanguard shirt, fraying at the edges (an umpteenth attempt from John to get her to enlist again) and her blue checkered pajama pants that bore countless coffee stains. Somehow, she felt underdressed, compared to Andreja and her endless supply of Va’ruun outfits, despite the former smuggler being covered in flour.

Sarah wondered how it was possible to always look so…stunning. Even looking like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, covered in flour in the late hours of the night, Andreja looked stunning as she attempted to pat the flour out of her clothes.

“Do not worry about the mess, Miss Morgan. I will clean this up. My apologies. I hope I did not wake you up.” Andreja’s words broke Sarah out of her daydream, forcing her to tear her eyes away from the defined biceps.

“Don’t worry about it, Andreja, I haven’t gone to bed yet.” She wiggled her favorite mug (it had one particularly cute cat drawn on it), moving past the flour-covered woman to pour herself more coffee. Sarah raised her eyebrow. The pot was empty. She usually was the one to siphon it throughout the night but—

“You don’t usually stay up this late. I hope everything is okay.” Sarah asked as she poured some water into the coffee maker, before adding some grounds. Some more patting sounds came from behind her, and as the machine came to life, Sarah turned around, only to find Andreja staring at the kitchen with a menacing glare.

“I am fine, Miss Morgan.” Poor thing. Even her back was covered in flour. Sarah carefully approached her, slowly letting her hand rest on Andreja’s shoulder and pushing the younger woman to look at her.

Andreja looked down, her eyes finally meeting Sarah’s. The Chair of Constellation was not used to looking up at someone—she usually towered over most people she met. But Andreja was tall. And not just lanky tall, either. She reminded Sarah of the stories she’d read about in books, about Amazonians of incredibly heights, strength and determination. Every inch of her was like a blade. Her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut, her eyes piercing like a knife’s tip, her body ever-coiled like a snake awaiting the occasion to strike. Even now, she felt those muscles tense under her touch.

“Miss Morgan?” Andreja tilted her head to the side quizzically, flour streaking her pitch-black hair. Sarah cursed herself internally.

“Sorry, lack of sleep can make me a little…disconnected.” Her hand moved off of Andreja’s shoulder, before hovering next to her hair. “May I help you with the flour situation? I wouldn’t want you to lose one of your garbs to pesky flour.”

Andreja nodded, a small smile lighting up her face. Sarah gently brushed the flour away from the Va’runn’s hair. How was it so soft? It was like touching silk, or a gentle stream.

“Ashta oil, mostly. Sam was kind enough to provide me with some.” Andreja explained while Sarah Morgan was busy wondering if the filter between her brain and her mouth had fully malfunctioned. Thankfully, Andreja did not seem to mind or care too much as she let Sarah pat her down.

“Well, at least, you can rest assured that white hair will suit you.” Sarah said, holding a strand of flour-covered hair.

Andreja’s lips tightened in a polite smile, before taking a step back. Sarah did not mind in the slightest. Nor was she shocked. Andreja had been here for well over a year, yet it was always two steps forward and one step back with her. She reminded Sarah of the black cat on her cup. Hard to predict, always on her guard, never knowing if she was about to cozy up to you or about to bolt.

“I suppose you must be wondering why I was in such a…situation.” Andreja broke the silence as Sarah stopped the coffee maker, pouring herself a cup, before turning around, coffee pot in hand. Andreja nodded, before retrieving one of the generic mugs that they kept in storage for the few visitors that sometimes came by the Lodge.

“I stopped asking our dear colleagues what they were up to, when caught in strange situations, about seven years ago. Better this way.” Sarah still remembered the five-hour tale Barrett weaved when she asked him why he hung his socks in the greenhouse.

Andreja nodded, letting Sarah pour her a cup of coffee, before leaning her hip against the counter.

“An unusual group of people, getting up to unusual activities. Hardly surprising. In my case, I was attempting something… mundane.”

“I’m guessing you were cooking.”

“Trying to.” Andreja gestured to her black garb, still bearing some faint traces of flour. Sarah gently brushed away some that lingered on Andreja’s thigh. “I know that Barrett’s absence is a strain on our budget—and morale. I wondered if perhaps I could attempt to replicate one of his recipes. He was kind enough to provide me with access to his cooking slates, but they’ve proven…challenging.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. Barrett’s recipes were his only secret. Even Noel had been forbidden from ever accessing this treasure. Sarah never bothered asking—cooking was not really something that interested her much.

“You seem surprised. I suppose that a smuggler covered in flour is surprising.” Andreja said, her voice uncharacteristically meek. Sarah pursed her lips.

“Former smuggler. And I am happy whenever a Constellation member decides to learn a new skillset. No teasing from me, Andreja, I promise. What were you trying to cook? Surely Barrett’s recipe can’t be that complicated.”

Oh, how wrong she had been.

Cursed be Barrett, and the amped-up hare that he had in place of a functioning brain.

The recipe’s title was simple enough. Homemade pasta with tomato sauce. However, the more she read on the data slate, the stronger the chance of a headache became. Barrett spent the two first pages of the slate describing the history of Italy and southern European Old Earth delights. He somehow managed to get lost within his historical ramblings, before even providing a list of the ingredients. With every line, the urge to hunt Barrett down and force him to be coherent became stronger. The instructions were hidden in between paragraphs of Barrett waxing poetry about the consistency of the dough (soft as a summer’s day and firm as a lover’s embrace was NOT helpful) and doodles of Constellation members.

Sarah set down the data slate, before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“He is certainly passionate about cooking.” Andreja offered, while Sarah was contemplating telling Andreja to just order from yet another restaurant. But she couldn’t. Because when she turned around, she was met with knee-buckling soft brown eyes staring down at her.

“We are explorers. We spend our lives deciphering the Universe’s secret. Surely, we can wing a pasta recipe and get away with it.”

Andreja always tried to keep an eye on the time. It was an old habit that refused to die. Keeping track of time helped her know when a patrol might be coming by, or if she’d stayed in the same area for too long. However, in the dimly lit basement, with Sarah’s chuckles and occasional grumbles of discontentment, time had lost all meaning. They’d started over at least a dozen times. She was certain that the budget had yet suffered another blow, as they cracked open egg after egg, bags of flour hastily thrown in the garbage disposal after each failed attempt.

When Sarah had found her, she had been ready to give up. Yet, the coffee and company kept her going. Try after try, Andreja found that she cared little if the food turned out edible or not.

Because right next to her, perched on a camping chair, the Chair of Constellation, clad in her pajamas, was reading her a magazine.

It was hardly interesting. Just the New Atlantis daily. But what was interesting to Andreja, was to see Sarah come to life. Her eyes lit up as she told her that she had to visit the UC Museum (she’d rather die) or that they could go together (she’d love that). Sarah Morgan came alive when passion was involved. She sat up straighter, her hands dancing in the dim light as she described the first plant that sent her to the hospital and prompted her to take an interest in botany. Her voice, usually restrained to one precise register, one of calm and authority, would soar between highs (she was rather passionate about Old Earth pets) and rumblings lows (she did not seem to want to discuss her past with the UC).

The knowledge and worship of the Great Serpent had always brought her peace. It was an eternal, universal law. In a galaxy full of ever-changing tangents, it was her rock. Yet, as Sarah’s eyes started to droop, her temples resting on her closed fist, Andreja felt a brush of serenity pass her by.

It was how Noel found them. Passed out on camping chairs, in the early hours of the morning, boiling the galaxy’s worst pasta. Years of training had honed Andreja’s senses, yet, she did not even stir as the scientist retreated up the stairs, leaving a note on the door to not enter the basement until noon.

Thankfully, she did not sleep in that late.

Sounds of distress roused her from her sleep, only to find that the source was none other than Miss Morgan, her brow covered in a gleam of sweat. Andreja was no stranger to those demons that only came to those that had felt the fires of life’s kiss and had been left charred. She brought her hand close to Miss Morgan’s forehead, afraid to touch those golden and silver strands of hair that stuck to her forehead, before settling for her shoulder.

Miss Morgan had touched her shoulders before, it was alright, yes? It had comforted Andreja, had made her feel warm. Surely, it would help.

She gently squeezed her shoulder.

“Miss Morgan, wake up.” She spoke softly, afraid of scaring the blonde woman who writhed under Andreja’s robe’s overlayer. Miss Morgan’s hand grabbed hers, with such despair, even unconscious, that shattered Andreja’s heart. Andreja let her free hand rest atop hers, clutching it tight. “It’s me, Andreja.”

“Andreja.” Sarah repeated, her voice hoarse. She finally opened her eyes, green meeting dark brown. Her eyes widened, looking everywhere frantically.

“Calm down, you are safe, we are in the Lodge’s basement. You are safe.” She repeated. Sarah let her head fall back down against the chair, her free hand combing through her hair. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, that she fought against. Andreja was familiar with this feeling. She leaned forward, slowly enough to give Miss Morgan plenty of opportunity to back away. She brought their conjoined hands to her own chest, taking deep, calming breaths. She let her forehead rest against Miss Morgan’s.

Andreja kept her eyes firmly set on the blonde woman. Miss Morgan’s hands entangled themselves from Andreja’s, shaking as she set them on her lap, her eyes softly opening. Although Andreja had spent more time than she would be willing to admit looking at the Chair, she still could not place the color of her eyes. Sometimes, they would be piercing blue, reminiscent of lakes on deep freeze planets, or forest green, so akin to fresh leaves as spring thawed nature.

In that dimly lit basement, they were of a blue so deep that Andreja was afraid that she might drown in them, her breath hitching as they locked eyes. For an instant, Andreja felt eternity as their eyes bore and blended in one another, before Miss Morgan pulled away.

“I…I am so sorry, Andreja. It shall not happen again, don’t worry,” The Chair spoke, as she pushed the chair back, getting out of the chair as fast as her legs would allow her. Andreja kept a hand out to stabilize her as Miss Morgan swayed on her feet, her hair sticking out in pikes and cowlicks that defied gravity. “I thank you for your help and I’ll—I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Before Andreja even had the chance to speak, the Chair bolted out of the basement as if pursued by a dozen terrormorphs, leaving a trail of flour on the flour, her favorite mug on the counter and an incredibly perplexed Andreja behind.

Sarah Morgan was mortified.

For a couple of reasons. Firstly, she’d been rash to a woman who had been kind and understanding to her. Secondly, in her haste to leave the premises, she had failed to notice that Andreja unfurled the cloth that she usually wore wrapped around her hips and over her shoulder, and had wrapped her in it. Which meant that Sam and Walter somersaulted to conclusions, with such vivacity and fervor that before Sarah could even make her way up the stairs, Vladimir had heard of it. Not only had he heard of it, but he had also already messaged her.

Threatening her to not even think of hurting Andreja’s feelings. And to do right by her.

Aja often told her that Constellation’s lines between work and family had blended the instant Banks had founded their organization. Sarah did not think much of it. She thought that she was good enough at separating her work/life balance that blurred lines would never be much of an issue for her.

Third reason for Sarah Morgan’s mortification: she could not, for the life of her, summon the willpower to remove Andreja’s cloth. It smelled just like her. A subtle drifting smell of something sharp like iron and a wafting, warm amber fragrance with hints of patchouli.

Sarah let herself fall upon her bed, after pushing the data slates of the unoccupied side. Maybe her work/life balance was not perfect.

Perhaps lines were starting to blur.

But despite the furious flush on her lips from her colleagues’ teasing, she could not find it in herself to stop a smile from creeping across her lips as she lifted Andreja’s cloth to her face.

Andreja watched, not without satisfaction, as her crepe browned in the pan. She had started to decipher Barrett’s recipe reliably enough to attempt the simplest recipes on his slates. The first one had not come out as expected—according to Vladimir, who had called her and decided to linger on the comms for a dozen minutes, it was a normal occurrence. He sounded happier than usual as he regaled her with tales of the deepest confines of space while she whisked the batter. But soon as the door to the basement opened, he excused himself, without finishing his story.

A shame. It had Aceles. Andreja loved Aceles.

“I am still not interested in a drink, Sam. But thank you all the same.” Andreja spoke over her shoulder, before flipping the crepe over once again. No response. Andreja turned her head, only to be greeted by Sarah Morgan, who held her neatly folded garb in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Not wine to be drunk from a straw. Wine with a cork, a corkscrew even poking out from the inside pocket of Miss Morgan’s jacket.

“Should I take that as a no to wine?�� The Chair asked and though a smile was upon her lips, Andreja could see the tightness in her eyes. She shook her head and beckoned Miss Morgan closer.

“Expensive wine? What a rare treat, Miss Morgan. Have you given up on our budget altogether, then?” Andreja asked as she slid the crepe onto a plate, before pouring more batter into the pan. She heard a bottle being set down and a table being dragged. She heard her rummage through cupboards, before she finally turned around.

Miss Morgan had set up a table for two. A flower, bright purple, had found herself planted in a vase in the middle of the table, accompanied by the bottle of wine. Andreja’s garb had been set aside next to her mug, which had been refilled with warm coffee. Andreja watched as the Chair of Constellation, the fearless explorer that was Sarah Morgan, fretted over the napkins that she was attempting to fold in the shape of a flower. The result was less than picture perfect—Andreja loved it. She could not help but beam as Sarah proudly held the folded napkin in her hand.

Sarah Morgan loved the sound of wildlife chirping as daylight brought them out of their slumber. She loved the hum of a grav drive right before a jump. She found that the sound of Andreja laughing instantly beat all of her previous favorites. It made it all worth it. The long talk she had about Sam Coe on how to apologize to pretty women (he was an expert), the hour spent picking wine with Walter (he was an expert) and picking up an outfit (Noel and Matteo were useless but supportive). It was worth it because Andreja laughed as she folded her napkins to the best of her abilities. She’d watched a tutorial on how to make one in the shape of an Aceles, but was quickly humbled.

“I owe you an apology,” Sarah said as she set down the napkins, smoothing over her blue shirt. “It was inconsiderate of me, I just…”

Andreja held up a hand. “You owe me nothing. There is nothing that you must justify to me, unless you wish to.”

Sarah let out a breath that she had been holding for the last two decades, running a hand through the strands where silver and gold mingled freely. She let her shoulders sag. Andreja had seen her as she was. Tired. Irrational, sometimes. Prone to fleeing the instant any emotion went past what Sarah was comfortable with. Endlessly running towards the horizon, never daring to look back in fear of what she would find.

And still, she stayed.

Sarah Morgan took a step forward, past Andreja as she grabbed the pan’s handle. She gave it a quick shake, before beckoning Andreja closer.

“My parents were diplomats,” She began, feeling her voice weaken as it fought against the things it had kept quiet for so long. “My father was quite fond of crepes, he even tried to show me how to make them. I was never quite good but—”

She stepped back and directed Andreja’s hand to hold the handle just as she had, before wrapping her arms around the Va’ruun, her hands on Andreja’s. She felt the younger woman tense underneath her touch, before softening and gently leaning against her.

“Give it a tug, get the crepe unstuck. There you go, now, we’re going to do a sautee motion, push the pan forward, up, then back towards you quickly. Follow my movement.” In one swift motion, the crepe flew towards the ceiling, before landing back into the pan, perfectly flipped.

Andreja had watched with a hint of mirth as the crepe flew, a slow giggle slipping past her lips. But all Sarah could look at was her, at the smile held back with a hint of teeth, the way her eyes squinted, the hint of a crow’s nest forming at the corners of her eyes. The small smile line starting to make itself apparent.

“Thank you… Sarah.”

Just hearing her name from Andreja’s lips sent goosebumps all the way down to her arms—she hoped that Andreja hadn’t noticed as Sarah pulled away, nodding to the pan.

“Come on, give it a try.”

“I am afraid I might make a mess of it.”

“Look at my ‘flower’, it’s not exactly perfect, is it? Nothing has to be perfect. It just has to be.” Sarah encouraged her. Andreja nodded, before grabbing the handle, giving it a few tentative sweeps, before attempting to flip the crepe.

Sarah watched as the crepe soared in her direction, almost hitting her across the face. Thankfully, her reflexes were sharp. She caught it, twirling it in her hands, throwing it from hand to hand as it was still very much hot from the pan. Though Andreja’s skin was too dark for a blush to be visible, it was easy to tell that the Va’ruun was flustered, as her wide eyes seemingly couldn’t even blink anymore.

Sarah threw her a cheeky wink, before tearing the crepe and throwing it in the air, attempting to catch it with her mouth. She slid on her knees, ignoring the pain in her lower back (God, she wasn’t in her thirties anymore, and her body never failed to remind her), as the crepe fell in her mouth.

Andreja cackled, clapping her hands as Sarah rose to her knees, munching through her half with as much dignity as she could muster. She offered her audience a small bow.

“I did not know that you were so… silly.” Andreja said, a wide smile on her lips.

Darling, even I forgot that part of me.

But it was not the time to explain that with decades of self-set expectations to meet, with the scars that littered her body and mind, she’d let a rift grow between herself and the rest of the universe—friend or foe alike. Because Andreja had told her that she had no need to explain herself, unless she willed it. And tonight, just tonight, she wanted to be Sarah and Andreja, sharing crepes and wine. But deep down, she knew that when the abyss, the same that stared back every time she closed her eyes, would call her again, she knew what’d she do. She wouldn’t shy away from kind hands that would lead her to their own heartbeat to steady hers.

That night, she just said:

“Want to try?”

And she watched with glee as Andreja, the best shot she’d ever met, the sturdiest, steadiest and strongest person she’d ever met, throw a crepe up in the air and swallow it like an Old Earth seagull.

Though none of them were known for being the chattiest members of Constellation, every breath was spent on a tale, and when words ebbed, wine flowed. Andreja told her of her homeland, of the cities that lingered on the edge of the desert where she’d grown, of the pet she’d raised and slaughtered and the dagger she’d fashioned out of its skull. Of the tall beasts that would sometimes cross into their territory but that had fascinated her as a child. On an unfolded napkin, she’d drawn the outline of the beast, eyes closed in concentration, the tip of her pen dancing on cloth as she regaled Sarah with the uses for their venoms and chitin. It had reminded Sarah of scorpions, an old earth creature and they’d made plans to watch a documentary on the creatures of the desert from Sarah’s personal collection.

Sarah told her of her father’s smile, omitting his scorn. She told Andreja of his smooth hands as he pushed her on the swing, of the flaming passion for peace that got him out of bed. She spoke of her mother’s kindness and tendency to berate young Sarah for tracking mud everywhere she went.

The words they shared, those wounds that they willingly re-opened with kind hands, guided them through the night and the stack of crepes that they packed and put away for the others to enjoy in the morning.

They laughed, and for an instant, Andreja felt the caress of a youth that had been taken away from her before she could even think about enjoying it. And for an instant, Sarah Morgan’s eyes left the horizon, to instead appreciate what had been right in front of her all along.

Andreja offered to stay behind and clean up—she was starting to enjoy the freedom of a night owl. Sarah’s hand lingered on her forearm.

“If you have trouble sleeping… Come find me, Sarah.” Andreja’s tone did not offer Sarah the luxury of argumentation as her hand rested upon Sarah’s. She nodded, letting herself drift slowly into Andreja’s arms.

Andreja’s arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her close. Words were wildly unnecessary by that point. No word could do justice to the quiet adoration pooling in Andreja’s eyes and the ever-burning fire rekindled in Sarah’s own. Sarah lifted herself on her tiptoes, letting Andreja handle the brunt of her weight as she wrapped her arms around Andreja’s neck, bringing her close, to her neck.

Andreja nuzzled in, a small peck on Sarah’s neck leaving a ripple of goosebumps to dance along her skin, echoed by Andreja’s own skin. Sarah’s hand tilted Andreja’s chin, letting herself get lost.

A small kiss, chaste, but oh, so electric. An instant that lasted an eternity and tasted of amber and wine. A lingering look, one that they were not willing to break, as Sarah retreated up the stairs, entirely forgetting her red leather jacket on her chair.

She let the door close behind her as she slid against it, her eyes fluttering close. One sweet kiss, the promise of so much more to come. She let herself bask in the glow as she rose to her knees. As she climbed up the stairs, she was interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

All around the Lodge’s main room, members were pretending to busy themselves. Cora was fast asleep on the sofa as Sam pretended to read a manual on astrophysics, while Matteo, next to him, was polishing his nails. Walter was sipping on a cognac, a book on his lap and a smile on his lips. Noel, with the subtlety of an Aceles whose testicles had been bitten in a china shop, leant against the doorframe and almost slipped, before asking.

Sarah couldn’t keep it at bay. Not after today. Not while she could still smell Andreja’s perfume on her skin and the taste of her lips on hers. Her face broke into a grin.

“It went amazingly. Thank you for your help, everyone.”

To her utmost discomfort, the Constellation members erupted into whoops, Noel all but grabbing her by her shoulders and shaking her vigorously, as if she were an athlete bringing home an impressive trophy.

Sarah raised her voices, hushing them down with her hands.

“Calm down, please! This is not a fraternity house!” She chided.

“But you got some!” Sam counter-attacked, his hands covering Cora’s ears, though the child could sleep through anything.

“What, no I did not, we just kissed.”

“Wait, so you guys locked me in my room all day just so they could kiss?” A voice rang from upstairs.

“Barrett!? You’re back?” Sarah looked, bewildered as the source of fifty percent of their ransom budget peaked his head over the balcony.

“Honestly, just for your face right now, worth it.”

The lines were blurring, Sarah thought, as she received claps on her backs and a beer was thrusted in her hands. But perhaps she needed friends more than she needed colleagues.

#starfield #andreja #sarah morgan #andrejarah #yeah im declaring this ship to be andrejarah sue me #starfield prompt fill

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littlelyarts · 1 year

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Got extra money?

Want to see your character(s) drawn by yours truly?

Well lucky for you, my commissions are open!

My commissions are done on here through PayPal and also on my Ko-Fi! My Ko-Fi has a lot of info handy, but I'll be reposting it all under this readmore, so check it out!

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So the base for my commission rates go for 15$ headshots, 20$ halfbodies, and 25$ fullbodies

These commissions can be done in a flat style, or a rendered/polished style for 10 bucks extra

You can pick a lineart style, a shading style , or even one of each shown below!

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Now along with that there are some extra ways your commission can be done!

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Edit - 9/12!

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Symmetrical basic refs can also be done like this for 15!

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This can all be a bit confusing, I know, but if you show me a drawing of mine you want me to replicate the style of, I can easily let you know the price! I'm open for talking things out, and I'm also open to drawing a lot of things! Furries, humanoid characters, odd original specieses, even uhh raunchy stuff!

After this is just my basic TOS stuff, so other than that, thanks for considering commissioning me!! <3

I usually give updates for 1-2 sketch phases, a color phase, and then the finished piece. Once I send you one update, I'll wait for your approval before moving onto the next phase. During these updates, any requested changes should coincide with the stage of the artwork (Posing during sketching, color changes during colors, etc.). Please don't have any fear however if you do need to make a last minute change, just keep it reasonable please. I usually add filters onto my art, I'll be more than happy to send unfiltered alternate versions upon request. Feel free to also personally request different filtered looks (Making the piece pastel, adding a static filter, giving the piece a pride flag overlay, etc.) I'm always happy to experiment. When commissioning an animation, please let me know whether you'd like a smoothly made animation using Live2D or a frame-swap animation. Feel free to ask for examples, but just note that these you'll need to pick one or the other Feel free to message me here or on Discord (Mel#4367) for any questions, or if there's something you'd like that isn't listed here [By commissioning me, you agree that your commissioned piece will not be used for AI art, any cryptocurrency related means, or reused/resold for more than you paid.]

#remaking this post bc the last comm post had all moving stuff around it #im moved in now! happy with my gf! but monay is nice!#she also loves to watch me make art so you'll be entertaining her #commissions #commissions open #furry #anthro #furry commissions

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shayberri789 · 1 year

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Tumblr Tips

With new users coming and apparently actually following me, I figured I'd may as well make a master post of "Tumblr Tips" and "Tips for new users and returning users" posts I have been reblogging lately.

Edit: make sure to check my original version of this post, apparently the read more option no longer redirects people to the original full post from reblogs, so you won't see the additions. I've linked it in comments

This post was made when Twitter Refugees flooded tumblr, so it's mostly targeted to them. However!! Reddit immigrants will get a lot of use from it too! I'll be adding reddit specific stuff too as I find them. For now, here is the best and clearest "tips for reddit immigrants" post I've found. Welcome to tumblr

Can't believe I need this category; Tumblr Safety Tips:

Don't List Minor Status

Lurk Before You Post - my comment: Learn the site and culture before you post, you're less likely to poke a beehive that way

Listen to this or you will be mocked by locals

Don't give out your real name! + The benefits of primary and secondary blogs

Privacy: make your likes and follows private

A common scam going around - be careful! It'll pray on your kindness in your ask inbox

For Starting Out:

Starting info for Twitter Refugees

A handy guide for starting up - with diagrams!

How Not To Be Blocked By Every Tumblr User

SERIOUSLY. PLEASE GET A PROFILE PICTURE.

Why Locals Block Empty Blogs

Free Profile pictures if you're out of ideas: [x]

Etiquette - or shit that annoys locals to hell and back if you ignore these:

Don't censor shit - it's cringe and annoying and can be harmful

SERIOUSLY DONT CENSOR SHIT

bitesyoubitesyoubitesyou REBLOG SHIT

Abuse the tags but don't clog the tags - unrelated info tags are not cool

Tips to Improve Your Experience:

Terminology (Blorbo, plinko, some classic jokes, etc)

More terminology: Poor little meow meow vs blorbo

Different methods of interaction explained - reblogs, asks, DMs, replies, etc

XKit to improve your experience

Themes! Make your blog look great

Also you can change the site colour palette - I like a soft blue, some like black, some white, but there's more!!

Tumblr Tags: Don't Use Quotations "like this"

Remember; it's your blog

How to post mature (Eg: sexual) content

Folk Stories

Blocking:

Block without hesitation, for any reason

It's integral to curating your online experience

An example of reasons to block someone - yes your reason can be silly. I've blocked people for posting x reader fics, for shipping my notp, because i didn't like their AU. Not because I don't like them, or have anything against them, I just hate x reader fics in general, or didn't want to see my notp, or I just got tired of seeing their posts in a fandom tag. Rather than demanding they change, I changed how my tag looks to me. And that is responsible blocking. I also block racists, terfs, homophobes, etc. I blocked someone who was mean to me in replies. Do whatever to make your online experience good.

Misc:

FOR RETURNING USERS! We have new things!

Added to the above, here are some things people in the notes have added: Comments are a thing, clarification on tag filtering, seriously follow @/staff and @/changes

To concerned twitter artist refugees

Also! You can shorten posts like I have by adding a "read more" option. On website, make a new line and click the squiggly lone button. On mobile, type :readmore: then hit enter! Everything after that will be hidden under a nifty button. I recommend doing it! Especially for writing longer pieces!

How Tumblr Treats Celebrities and Popular blogs (If you're an influencer, prepare for hell. You'll get chased off if you try that here)

Tumblr Holiday - November Fifth Explanation

#shay posts #to be updated as I find things to add #twitter #tumblr #tumblr culture #maybe ill add a history and lore section #elon musk #twitter migration #new tumblr users #new to tumblr #welcome to tumblr #starting out on tumblr #this is genuine btw #some of these have joking tones or whatnot but i genuinely think everything herr is helpful

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thedragon-and-hisboy · 6 months

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15 trembling hands for Dagur?

ooh do i want to take this to angst or smut...? I do love both, but I think i'll take this to angst-town. edit: this is gonna get gory apparently, a readmore has been added for discretion.

Trembling Hands

Blood, so much blood. How did so much blood fit in such a small person? Maybe some of it was his. He didn't know. It it was, whatever wound he had didn't hurt. In fact, most of him was numb, except for his hands. They were hot and slick with the endless gush of crimson.

"Medic!" he screamed, his voice cracking. The woman under his hands twitched and moaned, her eyelids fluttering. "MEDIC GET OVER HERE!" he screamed again. Across the field, the medic dodged a hail of arrows, slid under a sparring pair, and deflected a sword-strike with her shield. She arrived at Dagur's side and started unpacking her satchel onto the ground next to the bleeding woman.

"What happened?"

"Sword," Dagur gritted out, still applying pressure. "Slash, not stab."

The medic nodded and said, "On three, move and then come back to pressure, okay?" He nodded. "One, two, three!" He lifted his hands, the medic placed down several layers of absorbent linen, he pressed his hands back to the wound. The woman gasped in pain and clutched Dagur's forearm, her green eyes locked on the sky.

"It'll be okay," he told her, trying to convince himself. "Sasha is the best medic we have."

"Damn right," the medic said, pounding some ingredients in a bowl. "This isn't so bad, but she's lost a lot of blood. After I get her stitched back up, she'll be bedridden for a week at least. Help me get her out of here!" She tied another tight band of linen around the woman's abdomen and grabbed her arms. Dagur grabbed her legs and the two of them sprinted off the battlefield and behind a line of soldiers. More medics came forward and relieved Dagur of his burden, leaving him to watch them go.

His hands were shaking. He steadied them by gripping a weapon, his old axe. His vision, already fuzzy, blurred into a haze. He took a deep breath of the coppery scent clinging to him and stepped forward.

It must have been several hours later. The sun had set. The haze had lifted, leaving him staring at his hands again. The tremor had returned, and this time he couldn't seem to stop it. They were stained a deep reddish-brown, and sticky with drained vitality.

"My king," someone said behind him. He didn't look up. A hand appeared on his shoulder. "My king, I have good news."

Suddenly he was on his feet, clutching the man by the chestplate. "You do? You do. I love good news, don't you? Don't answer that."

Throk gently disconnected Dagur's trembling hands from him and held them. "My king, she is sleeping now. Queen Mala will survive."

The shaking subsided slowly. Before he was allowed to see her, he had to wash his hands. Several times.

#my writing #dagur the deranged #tw gore #tw blood #i hope you like it!

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jackiebrackettt · 1 year

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Lets listen to music together and Can I draw on your arm?

With Dakota and Ashe possibly? I feel like that's their vibe

I’veee never written ashe before ahaha hope i did okay 💪💪 also I kinda forgot the timeline of events when they first meet him so. if I’m getting it wrong just pretend it works peace and love ✌️❤️ under readmore vvv

Edit: the last paragraph of this didn’t copy over but I added it now shrug

Ashe is still not entirely sure how he feels about the Prime Defenders. They’re in his house. And they seem… okay. Even if they’re pretty emotional right now, and apparently kind of don’t like his dad.

Dakota’s tense. He keeps wandering back into Ashe’s room - fists clenched - and sitting hunched over at the foot of his bed. He drums his hands to whatever he can hear through Ashe’s headphones until he seems calmer, and then goes back to the other two.

And then comes back. Tense again.

It’s the third loop of this when Ashe decides to say something.

“Do you, like… want to listen to music together?”

Dakota’s face immediately brightens. And then just as quickly, he’s frowning again.

“Hm… okay! What do you have? Something, like… loud and fast with drums, I hope.” He taps his head. “Clears my mind.”

“Okay. I can probably do that.”

Ashe fumbles around for a second pair of headphones and one of those headphone split things he doesn’t remember how he got but knows he has. He could just play it though his speakers, but it’s getting kind of late and he doesn’t want to bother the neighbours.

“Here.”

He passes Dakota the second - probably shittier pair - of headphones and plugs everything in. He puts on My Famed Disappearing Act and throws a hesitant thumbs up. Dakota’s already drumming along to the beat which is a good sign. And then he grins and returns Ashe’s thumbs up which is an even better sign.

Cool. Good. Now he just needs to keep playing songs until Dakota gets bored and leaves again.

He feels a tap on his hand, and sees Dakota saying something. He pauses the music.

“Can I draw on your arm?” Dakota repeats too loudly.

“Uh… sure.”

He offers his arm out. Dakota shuffles closer and grabs a pen sitting on his bedside table.

Ashe resumes the music and Dakota starts scribbling… something on his hand. Just random lines, it seems like.

It’s weirdly nice. The whole situation is. He’s kind of glad they showed up. Even if they’re strange, and tense, and kind of don’t like his dad (maybe a little because they don’t like his dad), he’s having fun. He hasn’t been able to do anything like this with anyone for a while now.

He missed it. He’s not sure why they would - since this seems to be a special arrangement that no one’s happy with - but he hopes they stick around. He hopes Dakota does, at least.

He’s not sure why they would - since this seems to be a special arrangement that no one’s happy with - but he hopes they stick around. He hopes Dakota does, at least.

#asks #fifizando #brackett.writes.

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 1 year

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*edited Sept 2023: alternate version of agony because it bugs me how much the original one looks like a penis in this color scheme.

**edited Jan 2024: added another costume for him to use in a different post: (link)

***EDITED AGAIN Feb 2024: to be actually up to date for the years, including the black suit in late 2015/early 2016, between the pink tarantula and the fully pink shocking pink spider costume. Also made some new updates to the styling of the suit because I'd been avoiding figuring out how to give him a more practical suit. Now it's more practical.

agony is still just a hypothetical but I am not removing it from this post.

Anyway here he is, the one with a dedicated color scheme

obvs this uses the costumes i designed from (this post) but like ben's have been modified a teensy bit as i thought of small details i liked better or changed the soles etc. plus some minor additions like the fact that kaine doesn't have *checks notes* fingerprints

closeups under the readmore:

woo

kaine's face is real fucked up esp early on, just fyi

this is early one when Kaine is still only like... two years old (well, he's like, 24 physically and mentally, but Technically—)

anyway kaine only gets this outfit after a couple years, when warren sends him out to threaten peter's loved ones as leverage to get peter to cooperate/surrender. before this he mostly only wore hospital clothes.

he's pretty lean at this point but def buff.

because of this fact kaine doesn't know how to tie his own shoes at first (but he figures it out) (he has a lot of amnesia so peter's memories aren't necessarily super helpful and the muscle memory is lacking i guess)

anyway the one (1) outfit warren gets him is probably all from an army surplus store or a thrift store or something, like the salvation army or w/e

(that's how you know he's evil)

i gave kaine's other suits vibram soles on purpose but this one was totally on accident, i was just looking for american army-issue boots that came in black and the ones i found happened to have vibram soles.

After Kaine is rescued/escapes/starts hunting Ben down for reasons, he ditches the balaclava and starts growing his hair and scraggly beard out and steals a couple of other clothing items including a hot pink rain coat. His hair is greasy.

Also at that point he's homeless and his only source of medication is *squints* stealing ibuprofen and pepto bismol, so he's not doing so hot in general 😅 but at least he has ~bodily autonomy~ while wasting away.

he probably also kills some people (aside from Louise i mean) 🤷

i haven't been very consistent about what marks, wounds and scars go where (except for some of his burn scars) but i was reading some wikipedia pages and decided i think probably a lot of the open sores and other things follow Blaschko's lines but maybe not all of them.

so in spring 2014 after the aforementioned Lost Years and Redemption-based stuff, Kaine ends up leaving the country after making himself a costume, which is, of course, pink, and probably mostly stolen fabric.

His mask is like the Tarantula's 100% on purpose cause it ties into a little subplot where he goes to Medellín, in Colombia, gets mistaken for a member of the Tarantula's (Jacinda's) gang whilst minding his own damn business, and ends up dubbed the Pink Tarantula (aka La Tarántula Rosa) because of it. which he thinks is annoying but what can you do

Also he gets braces in Colombia after he starts stealing from rich tourists. i would say not so much out of vanity as much as the fact that his teeth need some help straightening themselves out after being physically (etc) abused by Warren for 3 years but it's probably both. but, you know, it's easier to chew when your teeth aren't aligned like a broken cartoon piano.

He also gets a whole new medical regimen while he's down there so he looks slightly less like a decaying corpse though he's def still plagued by clone degeneration side effects and feels like death a lot of the time but... better than before lol

Only vomiting blood SOMETIMES and not every day

color matched soles—i saw these and was like omg... they're perfect... black and pink... (in your area) has been updated to be boots which I'll admit make him look extra Tarantula-y...

Suit has been updated to be a two-piece so that Kaine can like. go to the bathroom without getting naked. Now it's a leotard which has been DIY'd to have a snap crotch (thus the back zipper).

it's regular ol' spandex... maybe with a slight metallic sheen of bluish idk... not the best material but he was just taking what he could get at the time.

gloves. modified work gloves from before, and then some uh... well they're pole-dancing gloves to be perfectly honest, but i picked the style because they have a very low cut on the hand and i want as much room as possible for his spikes—could i simply handwave it and say all he needs is a hole in his sleeve, probably, but where's the fun in that.

if i can't overthink logistics i'll die—anyway in this AU the spikes are a direct malfunction of a spinneret organ that Warren tries to give him, and which Warren does successfully give Ben (who has organic webbing). Kaine's don't work right so instead of webbing he makes spikes. they come out of his wrist and it's hard for me to draw 😂

black suit

(this black suit has a separate post cause it's new) another leotard over tights. less visible since it's black.

it's black. it's gothy. etc.

this is a repurposed suit i was originally gonna give to peter but i changed my mind, adjusted some minor details, and am giving it to kaine instead.

and he'll swap to the pink suit after he stops shaving his head—v

At a certain point Kaine stops shaving his head and starts wearing a new costume including a new mask... same old same old— expensive fire resistant materials etc.

i just reused the texture overlay from peter's FR suit for this. stretch nomex blend, basically. very durable, fire resistant, but still stretchy.

OBVIOUSLY this suit is HEAVILY inspired by his red and black Scarlet Spider costume but I modified it a bit in terms of color and some of the patterning (like black arms), to make it pink, because... I think he should wear pink lol and I didn't include his tattered pink cape (i know, tragic) so I had to include something other than the rain coat

it's not a high tech stealth suit though. just regular expensive fabric.

Also updated the logo and has been made mroe practical now—it's tights over a snap-crotch leotard which, of course, means that all three of the boys are rocking the same setup, just in different ways. Even Ben, underneath his hoodie. lol

Also, as i mentioned before, he has no fingerprints this whole time. because his palm is melted from using the mark of caine/kaine.

lol.

oh and his new gloves are made of lambskin and calfskin with perforations to make them more breathable. the claws are probably metal or something though idk.

he does have to take his gloves off to use his mark, though, which is true the entire time. it doesn't work well through fabric (though depends on the fabric) and if it did activate it would probably just burn or destroy anything on his hand since it's essentially just an exothermic chemical reaction related to his wrist spikes rather than... uh... magic? or whatever the 616 version is 😂 i mean lbr it's still basically magic bullshit though but i have pseudo-scientific basis for it (it's superglue)

the whole thing is intended to be durable. still has to get naked to use the bathroom though lmao

these are also vibram soles. my reasoning behind this was that (i was tired of trying to make up new sole designs) he just buys shoes and takes the soles out, modifies them if he needs to, and attaches them to his suits by hand, either with sewing or glue or both.

decided to update these into boots.

also I originally wrote he has thermasilk underwear under this suit but I think I'm gonna ditch that.

here is a bonus of what the mask would be like for the above costume if he was still buzzing:

also yeah he doesn't have web-shooters, because of his spikes, OR organic webbing, also because of his spikes, so he is a mostly parkour-based spider-man XD but he can still stick to walls and stuff since that's a different mechanism (electrostatic)

the real reason of course is that i was trying to come up with a design that would let me keep the lenses and also his beautiful long hair LMAO

(for a different design my approach was adhesive lenses which is also what felicia uses)

(speaking of that design i did recycle the body for this:)

AGONY!!

IDK if I'll actually use this, it was mostly for fun as I was thinking about how I could prevent Kaine from... uh... dropping dead and I was like. oh symbiote. Literally their whole thing in this setting is they originated as a medical thing so a symbiote is perfectly suited to Kaine's autoimmune dysfunctions etc.

And then I was like, hm which symbiote though? and then I was on the wiki page of symbiotes and was like, oh, Agony, duh lol she even has acid??? (not that kaine's mark is acid but, still)

also, you know, pink. (and purple since the color of Agony seems to vary slightly depending on artist team, host etc. so i decided to use both)

so i ended up with possibly the most glam rock hair metal blacklight poster symbiote-host pairing I've ever drawn in my life

and of course i couldn't resist making them just a little bit glossy.

like every symbiote, is expressive, but kaine... isn't, so. you know. they're pretty much always glaring.

alternately could go without the hair for a sleeker spider-man look i suppose.

i wanna say by this point he's gained some weight as well. I did slightly modify the lineart so that the Agony "suit" is slightly more solid than the Pink Tarantula suits and before but...

lbr... very minimal difference in the lineup lol which bugs me but... you know. would prob be more of a difference if i was drawing it from scratch for each one instead of editing an existing drawing. he should be slightly less skinny—he's def huge either way tho just by virtue of being 6'4".

long pretty hair... post 2015 prob. The hair color isn't quite right (his hair is supposed to be a little lighter and redder than Peter's) but I don't care enough to change it.

he is missing a piece of his ear, yes.

anyway his hair grows super fast:

terminal length is to his knees as an adult, ~5 feet long ish... technically longer since it's curly and doesn't hang as far down.

here is a bonus pic of him and Aracely from a drawing I have not finished yet which is basically just size comparison with a McLaren 650S lmao. that would be 2015 in-universe probably.

also for the others:

Peter's high school and college suits: link

Peter's post-college/FF/late 20s suits: link

Peter's 30s-40s/post-Aunt May death suits: link

Ben's suits: link

#kaine parker #nadiart #fanadiart #shiny art #arghdesign #spiderman #changing the tag #came in through the window last night #the pink tarantula #the shocking pink spider

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ycurkxng-a · 1 year

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Some lines for King because the last ones I made are nearly a year old (Jesus Christ), it gets cut under a readmore after a while just for everybody's sake, don't want people scrolling constantly to get past this. I'm going to add more lines and there will be an edit log for when I do.

Lastly, I'm putting this in the main tags bc I'm cringe and free <3

PART OF EDIT 11: THIS IS BEING PUT UNDER A CUT NOW AS THE EDIT LOGS ARE BECOMING TOO LONG FOR COMFORT

Edit 1: I've added lines for when a heist goes loud, and some for when he kills a special.

Edit 2: More lines have been added during assaults, the "smell" one liner, and there are safehouse lines plus lines for reviving heisters. Lastly, his speech for the First World Bank is added.

Edit 3: Lines for calling to other heisters were added, along with cheers when a door/vault is opened, warnings during assaults, and small curses/shouts for any situation like the vault door being locked, and taking officers as hostages, and using throwables. More pager lines have also been added.

Edit 4: Broken drill lines have been added, plus more lines for doors being opened and some for when tear gas is deployed. Also, more basic special lines have been added, lines for when he's revived, when cops are retreating, and more general safehouse lines.

Edit 5: A basic cheering line, telling people to get up, lines when low on ammo, calling for help when cuffed, more lines for reviving other heisters, explosives being placed on walls/doors, warnings for assaults have been added, more lines for waiting in casing mode and masking up, getting into vaults/doors, and, the First World Bank speech has been updated.

Edit 6: Telling other heisters they need to get out, warnings for cops coming in from the vents, more "it's finished" lines now involving computers, more for being hurt, and more lines to tell heisters to grab everything in a vault.

Edit 7: Just more pager lines.

Edit 8: Smoke and helicopter warnings, more lines for being hurt, more lines for "follow me/hurry up", more lines at the end of assault waves, and more comments DURING assault waves.

Edit 9: More "get down" lines for civilians have been added.

Edit 10: "Sit down" and "answer me" lines, lines for a computer needing to be fixed, lines for finding objectives (doors, vaults, keycards, etc), more warnings for cops on the roof, and lines for seeing the escape vehicle.

Edit 11: Lines for getting all loot in a heist, confirming orders, worried/anticipating, quiet broken drill/computer lines, healing, more for the heist going loud, and completing the final objective.

Masking Up

"Let's get this done."

"In and out, remember that."

"Ready for this?"

"They'll never see it coming."

"Let's rock."

"Let's do it."

"L'inferno del cazzo..."

"We can do it."

"Masks on."

"Can't believe I'm doing this."

Waiting In Casing Mode

"You take point, when bullets fly, I'll be there."

"Try not to die without me."

"Go ahead, count me as a backup gun."

"I'll have a quick smoke out here, shout if you need me."

"What're you waiting for? You can handle it, I can come when shit hits the fan."

"I'm here for the action, you can handle the rest of it."

"Plan B is when I come in, I'll stay here until then."

"Stay safe, okay? I'll run in when you need me."

"I got your back when you need it, okay? You got this."

"I'll wait right here, go on ahead."

Answering Pagers

"Sorry control, it's all clear, I just thought I saw something."

"Just checking up on you man, I know it has to get lonely back there.. how're you doing?"

"I was thinking, I want to see Sicily. See my roots and all that, and I was wondering if you'd ever want to come with me.. hello?"

"Questo fottuto lavoro... what? Oh, shit- sorry control, it's all good here! ...asshole."

"Whyre you calling me? Let me do my job! ...what do you mean I called you? You- whatever, leave me alone."

"I'm gonna order some takeout, not sure what, but I'm hungry.. you want a pizza?"

"Sorry- I passed out and John knocked me over, dickhead.."

"Everything's clear, I just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention, you never know..."

"I miss my wife... She... She took the kids-" [fake sobbing] "Oh god- I'm sorry! I cant- hggh-" [excessive fake sobbing until the end of the pager]

"Sorry, control. This radios just a piece of shit, it's been messing up like crazy".

"Uughhhhhh, I need to talk to someone. I'm so bored, there's nothing out here except me, myself and I!"

"False alarm, I saw my reflection and scared the fuck out of myself, nearly shot at it."

"Y'know what, at this point, can I just fight the first person that comes over here? There's fuck all happening!"

"Ow- no, sorry.. I fell, busted my ass, hit the button. You get how it is."

"I gotta take a shit.. nothing's happening, so I'll be back here in 5. Alright?"

"I wanna see my boyfriend... If I call him to get him over here, you fuckers won't immediately set off the alarm, right?"

"Maybe we can get dinner sometime, not like- not like that! I'm just hungry- forget it."

"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, I don't know this fucking song, da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaaaa!"

Smell

"Jesus fucking Christ-!" [gagging]

Heist Goes Loud

"Son of a BITCH!"

"DAMNIT- LOCK AND LOAD!"

"FUUUUUCKK!"

"DAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT!"

"GET READY FOR A FIGHT!"

"GODDAMNIT!"

Calling To Other Heisters [Quiet - Loud]

"Alright, plan B!"

"There goes that idea, haul ass!"

"Shit, okay then, let's do this!"

"Wha-?! Fuck! Alright, get ready!"

"Saw that coming... C'mon!"

"Great, just fucking great!"

Quiet (Follow Me)

"On me."

"Keep it tight."

"Follow me."

"Come with me."

"Follow me, now."

Loud (Follow Me)

"FOLLOW ME!"

"COME WITH ME!"

"COME ON!"

"ON MY LEAD!"

"ON ME! NOW!"

Quiet (Hurry Up)

"Move it, c'mon."

"The fuck are you waiting for? Let's go."

"Move your ass."

"Pick up the pace."

"Faster, faster."

Loud (Hurry Up)

"GO! GO!"

"HAUL ASS!"

"FUCKING HURRY IT UP!"

"LETS GO, CMON, CMON!"

"MOVE IT!"

Quiet (Cuffed)

"Hey, come get me."

"Get these fucking cuffs off."

"Over here, I'm cuffed."

"A bit of help?"

Loud (Cuffed)

"HEY! COME GET THESE FUCKIN' THINGS OFF OF ME!"

"I NEED THESE OFF TO FIGHT!"

"GET ME OUTTA THESE!"

"NEED SOME HELP!"

Sit Down

Quiet

"Sit, right there!"

"Sit down!"

"Get on there!"

"Shut up and sit!"

Loud

"SIT!"

"I SAID SIT DOWN!"

"GET. THE FUCK. DOWN!"

"SIT DOWN!"

Answer Me

Confirming Commands

"Got it!"

"Understood!"

"On it!"

"Alright!"

"I got it, I got it!"

Quiet

"You think you're tough? Answer me before I knock your fucking teeth out."

"I suggest you answer me before this gets messy."

"If you think it's been bad, I can make it a lot worse. Now TALK."

"Talk already!"

"I don't have all day, answer me!"

Loud

"YOU WANNA FUCKING DIE?! TALK!"

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!"

"YOU START TALKING, OR YOU START HURTING!"

"SPIT IT OUT!"

"YOU THINK YOU GOT GUTS? HOW ABOUT I SHOW THEM TO YOU?!"

Cheer

"WOO-HOO-HOOOOOOOOO!"

First World Bank Speech

"Listen up! This is a robbery, we don't wanna hurt any of you, so dont make us! We want the banks money, not yours. Your money's ensured by the federal government, so you won't lose shit! Think of whatever you love! Don't make us shoot you just cause you wanted to be a hero, that's how you end up dead. Do what we tell you to do, and you'll be alright and back to your families real soon, I promise!"

"THIS DRILLS FUCKIN' JUNK!"

Broken Drill [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

"Oh, goddamnit. The drill!"

"Did children make this thing?"

"Drills jammed, because of COURSE it is."

"That sounds driving me nuts, can someone fix it?"

"Piece of shit drill!"

"This drills gonna make me lose my mind, real fuckin' soon!"

"The drill, we gotta fix it, quick."

"Someone get on that drill, please?"

"My bare hands would be better than this fucking drill!"

"I... [Sigh] The drill... We gotta- gotta.. [trailing off] fix it... Again."

Loud

"FOR CHRISTS SAKE- THE DRILL BROKE AGAIN! SOMEONES GOTTA RESTART IT!"

"CAN WE GET A BETTER FUCKING DRILL ALREADY?!"

"FUCKING! PIECE! OF! SHIT!"

"RRRAAGGHH! THE GODDAMN DRILL IS BROKEN, AGAIN!"

"GODDAMNIT! THE DRILL! SOMEONE- FIX IT ALREADY!"

"DID WE GET THIS DRILL FROM A JUNKYARD?!"

"SOMEONE, GET ON THE DRILL!"

"FIX THAT THING, WILL YOU?!"

"I'M GONNA FUCKIN' HIT SOMEONE UNTIL THAT DRILL GETS FIXED!"

"GODDAMNIT! WE GOTTA RESTART THE COMPUTER!"

Messed Up Computer [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

"The computers fucked, someone's gotta fix it."

"Can one of you get on that computer?"

"Shit, the computer..."

"We gotta fix that computer."

"Computers out, we gotta fix it."

Loud

"THEY GOT TO THE COMPUTER! FIX IT!"

"SOMEONES GOTTA RESTART THE COMPUTER!"

"ANYONE FEEL LIKE FIXING THAT?!"

"COMPUTERS FUCKED! WE GOTTA FIX IT!"

Finding Objectives

"It's here!"

"Found it, get over here!"

"I found it!"

"Right here!"

"Here it is!"

Door/Vault/Computer Being Opened/Finished

Completing Final Objective

"That's it, let's go!"

"It's done, time to leave!"

"No reason to hang around now, move it!"

"Thats everything? Alright, no reason to stick around now!"

"Jobs done, let's go!"

"Get in there!" (Both)

"That's it, get inside!" (Both)

"We're through!" (Both)

"Fucking finally!" (Both)

"That computers done, let's go!" (Computer)

"Computers finished!" (Computer)

"Let's see what's in there, c'mon!" (Door)

"Doors opens move!" (Door)

"Let's get paid!" (Vault)

"Vaults open, gang!" (Vault)

Inside The Vault

"Bag it up, everyone!"

"Grab as much as you can carry!"

"Fuck yeah! Take it all!"

Cursing

Getting All Loot

"That's all of it!"

"Didn't leave 'em a damn thing!"

"They got nothing left, let's go!"

"Shit!"

"Oh, fuck me!"

"OH, COME THE FUCK ON!"

"Great, just what we fuckin' needed!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"GODDAMNIT!"

"WELL, FUCK YOU TOO!"

"Son of a whore!"

"Bitch!"

Tear Gas

"GAS! GAS!"

[coughing] "Oh- SHIT! TEAR GAS!"

"GET OUT OF HERE- THEYRE GASSING US!"

Smoke

"SMOKE! KEEP YOUR GUARD UP!"

"THEY'RE HIDING IN THE SMOKE!"

"BASTARDS! THEY CAN SEE THROUGH THE SMOKE!"

Taking Hostages [Quiet - Loud]

Anxious/Uncertain

"I got a bad feeling about this..."

"That.. can't be good."

"Well, what do we do now?!"

"Shit, that's bad, what do we do?!"

"Fffuck... I think this is about to get real ugly."

Quiet (Civilians)

"On the floor, quickly."

"Get down and shut it!"

"Lay down, now."

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Did you not hear me?! I said stay down!"

"It's not the time to fuck with me, people, stay on the ground."

"If you don't stay down, I will KEEP you down!"

"Does it sound like I'm joking, motherfucker? Hit the floor."

"On the ground, if anyone gets up, I'll knock you back to the ground, got it?"

"Losing my patience here, folks, stay on the ground!"

Loud (Civilians)

"HIT THE DECK!"

"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"

"DOWN! DOWN!"

"STAY THERE MOTHERFUCKER!"

"YOU'RE MAKIN' ME MAD! STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"

"YOU THINK I'M PLAYING?! STAY DOWN!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN YOU WANNA MAKE MAD?!"

"I GOT AN ITCHY TRIGGER FINGER- SO STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"

"DON'T BE A HERO!"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK YOUR LEGS?! THEN STAY ON THE GROUND!"

Quiet (Officers)

"Drop the gun."

"Let me see those hands."

"You're under arrest."

"Put it down."

"Cuff yourself."

"Slap on the cuffs, or I'll fucking end you."

"Put on those cuffs."

Loud (Officers)

"HANDS! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!"

"DROP THE PIECE!"

"LOSE THAT GUN, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"YOU WANNA DIE? PUT DOWN THE GUN!"

"CUFFS ON!"

"PUT ON THOSE CUFFS, NOW!"

"I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOU- NOW PUT THE CUFFS ON!"

Get Up (Non-Inspire)

"Get the fuck up!"

"ON YOUR FEET, NOW!"

"UP! I SAID GET UP!"

"MOVE YOUR ASS!"

"BACK UP! CMON! CMON!"

Using Throwables

"Heads up!"

"Eat this, motherfuckers!"

"Shits about to get loud!"

"Cover your ears!"

"Grenade out!"

"Dinnertime!"

Explosives On Doors/Walls

"Get out of the way!"

"It's gonna blow, move!"

"It's set, go!"

"Time for the fireworks!"

"Stand back and watch!"

Medicbag / Hurt

"Agh-! Someone get me some drugs!"

"Son of a bitch, I'm hurt! Anyone got a medicbag?!"

"They got me good, I need help!"

"Bastards! Who's got the meds?!"

"I'm bleeding bad- fuck!"

"AUGH! LUCKY SHOT!"

"MotherFUCK! That HURT!"

"AAAGH! DAMNIT! I'M NOT GOIN' OUT LIKE THIS!"

"Think that'll kill me?!"

[coughing (blood) excessively] "THATS- NOTHIN'!"

"I'M HURTIN' BAD! GET ME A MEDIC BAG!"

"HGH- FUCK! I'M NOT OUT YET!"

"I'M GONNA HIT THE FLOOR REAL FUCKIN' SOON IF I DON'T GET A MEDIC BAG!"

"I THINK I'M DYING HERE!"

"I'm- I'm hurt! I'm hurt bad!"

"OOMPH- SHI-HIT! I'M BLEEDING HERE!"

Low On Ammo

Healing

"Yeah... That's it."

"Back in the fight!"

"All better now!"

"I'm alright, let's go!"

"I'm not dead yet, time to go."

"I'm dry, get me some lead!"

"I'm gonna have to start swinging if I can't get some ammo!"

"It's gonna get messy if I can't get some bullets!"

"Shit, I'm out! Anyone got an ammo bag?!"

"Fuck! I need some ammo, anyone wanna share?"

Reviving Other Heisters

"Hey, you'll be okay, come on."

"They fucked you up, huh? Then let's go fuck them up."

"You still breathing? Let's get you up, fight ain't over yet."

"Did you hear a bell or something? We're not done!"

"You can do it, I know you can. So get up!"

"Not gonna let you die here, let's move it."

"You look like shit, but it ain't over yet!"

"Jesus! You still breathing? Good, then let's move!"

Inspire

"YOU CANT DIE HERE- GET UP AND FIGHT!"

"DONT STOP SHOOTING!"

"BULLETS CANT STOP YOU! GET UP DAMNIT!"

"GET OFF THE FLOOR AND KILL SOME PIGS!"

Spotting Specials [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

Shield

"Shield, keep an eye out."

"I see a shield."

"Shoot that shield in the back."

Taser

"See that? They've got a taser."

"Ah hell, don't let that taser hit you."

"Taser there!"

Sniper

"Sniper, watch the laser."

"Sniper in my sights."

"Watch out for the sniper."

Bulldozer

"Dozers on the field."

"Tough bastards out."

"Damnit, a dozer."

Medic

"Medic, take him out."

"Doctor's here."

"I see a medic."

Cloaker

"Cloaker, back up- back up."

"Don't let the cloaker get away."

"Sneaky son of a bitch- aim for the cloaker."

Captain Winters

"A captain, send that merry band to hell."

"Shit, Captain brought the squad."

"See that? Bunch of shields, it's the captain."

"Captains here."

Turret

"A turret, blow it up."

"Where the hell did that turret come from?"

"They aren't playing around, they've got a turret."

"Bullshit, a turret!"

Loud

Shield

"Shield!"

"Get around that shield!"

"Watch it- shield!"

Taser

"Taser, TASER!"

"Kill the taser!"

"Tasers getting ready!"

Sniper

"FUCK! SNIPER!"

"Get some cover, there's a marksman!"

"Sniper! Don't get hit!"

Bulldozer

"Aim for that fuckers visor!"

"Keep your distance, there's a dozer!"

"Damn bulldozer!"

Medic

"Medic! Give him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Medics here to help, don't let him!"

"SHOOT THE DOCTOR!"

Cloaker

"CLOAKERS RIGHT THERE!"

"STOP THAT CLOAKER!"

"GODDAMN NINJA!"

Captain Winters

"CAVALRYS HERE!"

"That's a lot of shields! Get the Captain out!"

"Focus fire on the Captain!"

Turret

"FUCKING TURRET!"

"THATS NOT FAIR- ITS A TURRET!"

"TURRET! STAY AWAY FROM ITS SIGHTS!"

Killing Specials [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

Shield

"Shields down."

"I killed the shield."

"That shield won't be bothering us anymore."

"No more shield."

Taser

"Ha! Got the taser."

"Taser got wiped out."

"Fuck you, taser."

"Tasers down."

Sniper

"Sniper won't be a problem anymore."

"That sniper got fucked."

"See you in hell, sniper."

"Killed the sniper."

Bulldozer

"Holy shit- I got the dozer."

"Dozers done for."

"Dropped on YOU like a piano, didn't I dozer?"

"Dozers finished."

Medic

"That medic just lost his doctor's license."

"Showed that fucking medic what's what."

"Closed casket for the medic."

"Medics dead."

Cloaker

"King, 1. Cloaker, 0."

"Write the cloaker an obituary."

"Got the ninja."

"Cloaker out."

Loud

Shield

"COULDNT BLOCK THAT BULLET, SHIELD!"

"How'd that taste, shield?!"

"Stupid shield, shouldntve fucked with me!"

"Killed the shield!"

Taser

"Tasers dead!"

"You like that for a shock, taser?"

"Eat shit, taser!"

"Taser couldn't handle me!"

Sniper

"Guess I'm the better sniper, sniper!"

"Sniper was good, but not good enough!"

"Killed that sniper!"

"Snipers dead!"

Bulldozer

"Fuck you, dozer!"

"Dozers got a meeting with the devil!"

"Dozers not gonna be fucking with us anymore!"

"Killed the dozer!"

Medic

"The doc is dead!"

"Made the medic just another body!"

"Medic is fuckin' out!"

"Medic down!"

Cloaker

"Dropped the cloaker!"

"Cloaker died like a bitch!"

"Eat that, cloaker!"

"Cloakers dead!"

Preparing For An Assault

"They're coming, get ready!"

"Lock and load, there's gonna be a lot of them!"

"Get ready!"

"Coming from all sides, make sure you're loaded up!"

"Let's do this, let's do this, LETS FUCKIN' DO THIS!"

"I'm not going down without a fight, goddamnit!"

[three rhythmic, deep breaths] "I got this, I can do this..."

"They're bringing the heat, let's cool it off!"

Random Comments During An Assault

"Check your ammo, don't let it run dry!"

"Everyone okay? Good!"

"We're doing good, just keep pushing them back!"

"Keep fighting! Keep shooting!"

"Don't stay in the open, get behind some cover!"

"Jesus Christ, did they send the entire army?!"

"DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!"

"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

"Watch your ass!"

"Don't give them an INCH!"

"You can't take us out!"

"WHO WANTS IT NEXT?!"

"I'm not running out of bullets anytime soon! Keep 'em coming!"

"How many do we have to kill before they fuck off?!"

Warnings During An Assault

Helicopter

"THEY'VE GOT A CHOPPER!"

"DROPPING IN FROM THE HELICOPTER!"

"HELICOPTER!"

"BULLSHIT- A HELICOPTER?!"

Roof

"THEY'RE COMIN' IN FROM THE FUCKING ROOF!"

"ABOVE! DONT LET THEM GET THE DROP ON YOU!"

"WATCH YOUR ASS- THEY'RE DROPPING DOWN!"

"WATCH OUT! COMING IN HOT FROM ABOVE!"

"THEY'RE ON THE ROOF!"

"THEY'RE UP HIGH!"

Storming

"THEYRE COMIN' IN! KEEP THEM OUT!"

"WATCH THE SIDES!"

"KEEP THEM BACK!"

"TAKE A STAND, GODDAMNIT!"

Vents

"WATCH THE VENTS!"

"THE VENTS?! FUCK! WATCH THEM!"

"COMING IN HOT FROM THE VENTS!"

"HOW THE HELL-?! WATCH THOSE VENTS!"

End Of Assault Waves

"THEYRE BACKING OFF!"

"RUN, MOTHERFUCKERS! I'M STILL COMING FOR YOU!"

"THEY'RE LEAVIN' US ALONE!"

"TURN TAIL AND RUN, COCKSUCKERS!"

"THAT'S HOW YOU FUCKIN' DO IT!"

"LOOK AT IT! THEY'RE PULLING BACK!"

"YOU REGRET FUCKIN' WITH US YET?!"

Calling For Help While Down

"I'M DYING HERE! HELP ME!"

"GET ME UP- PLEASE!"

"I'M BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE! GET ME UP!"

"DONT LET ME DIE HERE!"

"I CAN HELP YOU! SO HELP ME!"

Being Revived

"Thanks.. I owe you one."

"I'm getting payback for that, believe me."

"Thank you, let's move."

"Breaks over..."

"Okay, now I'm fucking MAD."

"Good to know you've got me."

"Appreciate it."

"My knight in shining armor."

"Almost thought you were gonna let me die... Thanks, for not doing that."

"I'm good, I'm all good- thanks."

Picking Up Packages

"Ha! I've got it boys!"

"It's delivered!"

"Oh, hell yeah."

"Found it!"

"Not losing this."

Seeing The Escape Vehicle

"Theres our ride, double time it!"

"That's our escape, let's get out of here!"

"Helllloo, beautiful! That's our way out!"

"Finally, we made it!"

"We're nearly out, just a little more!"

We Need To Leave

"Hurry the fuck UP! WE GOTTA GO!"

"We need to get out of here NOW! HURRY IT UP!"

"WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR?! WE CAN'T STICK AROUND FOREVER!"

"OUR ESCAPES RIGHT THERE- LETS GO!"

"MOVE YOUR ASS SO WE CAN GET OUTTA HERE!"

Escaping A Heist

"We make it look easy!"

"Fuck yeah, that's how you do it!"

"They didn't have a CHANCE at stopping us!"

"WOOOHHH! WE FUCKIN' DID IT!"

"That was like a damn action movie, good work everyone."

"Done and done!"

"We made it! Of course we did!"

Safehouse Lines

General

"Hey, what's up with you?"

"This place is... Amazing. I'm glad you guys let me in here."

"Wanna smoke with me sometime? It's more fun with a friend."

"I want to fight someone, might go and see if I can find something through the grapevine."

"What do you think of this place? Feels a little cramped, I've been thinking of checking out that building close by, get us some more room."

"Why's Rust such a dickhead? Swear to god, guy wants to talk one second, the next he's threatening to smash my head in."

"I've been hearing shouting from the bathroom for an hour now, what the hell is going on in there?"

"Sooo... Who's that guy down with that hockey gear?"

"Che cazzo è successo a tutti loro? ... non importa adesso, non si ricorderanno di me.

"It's weird not wearing a mask around you guys, not complaining. Breathing in that thing is a fuckin' nightmare."

"What's up?"

"If you need somethin', I'm your guy."

"...mh? Sorry- sorry.. I'm tired."

Directed

"So you're the mastermind... I always thought you were the leader, not Bain." [Dallas]

"Military, huh? It's obvious, anyone with any kind of experience can tell just from the way you handle your guns, your tactics, I could figure it out from the jump. So why are you here?" [Chains]

"Why do they call you Wolf anyways? There's probably a lotta reasons, actually..." [Wolf]

"Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but you're still here... I respect it." [Hoxton]

"Could you help me with my car sometime? It's uh.. barely holding on, to be honest." [Houston]

"Is that story about you with the pencil true? I don't mean any offense, I'm just wondering." [Wick]

"Having long hair like that isn't the best idea, too easy to grab, even easier to identify, but, hey. You do you." [Clover]

"I like you Dragan, you're a bit of an ass, and as untrustworthy as a crook can be... And I got nothing else, I wanted to say something nice but I don't have anything." [Dragan]

"You're one scary motherfucker, I'm glad you're on our side." [Jacket]

"Heyyy.. uh- Sokol, right? You wanna- I dunno, get drinks sometime?" [Sokol]

"Fuck me, you're massive. You look like you could rip a dozer in half." [Bonnie]

"Those tattoos tell a story, makes me wonder about you a little more." [Jiro]

"You got some beautiful boards, never been surfing though.. maybe you can show me how to with one of them." [Bodhi]

"Jesus Christ, get in a shower, please. I can smell you from here." [Jimmy]

"If you really wanna do some damage, I can get you some homemade napalm. Certified by yours truly, wrecks shit like nothing else." [Sydney]

"Call me a cocksucker one more time, and I'll bite yours off." [Rust]

"Hey, Tony! Where the hell have you been? That room of yours is empty a lot, makes me think you just left." [Scarface]

"Keep talkin' about your drinks from Mexico, how they're so much better than anything in America- makes me want to try them. Could I?" [Sangres]

"This is weird but, did you ever consider recording audiobooks? Your voice is perfect for it." [Duke]

"Get the fuck away from me, right now." [Ethan/Hila]

"I feel like my brains gonna fucking explode everytime you shout something about points or Electro, yknow." [Joy]

#payday 2 oc #payday 2 #CODENAME: KING ;Payday;

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skeleton-in-a-hoodie · 1 year

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Okay, gonna watch Owari for Ghost Splinter 2:

(Edit: added a readmore cause I forget to do that last night)

The Hamato Clan do end up having a sort of funeral for Splinter in the au. For the most part it's just burrying his body, because neither the Turtles, Karai, April or Casey felt comfortable with leaving his body at the bottom of that chasm. It also gives the kids a chance to get closure. Splinter is going to have a very werid day, attending his own funeral and then comforting his children.

"Do not fear me, my son" - that's going in the au. Leo's reaction will be a lot less chill though.

I am also making note of Splinter's explanation of death for Hiding a Curse (Gyogi is fine, but at some point in the au he will be comforting his grieving nephew).

Also the irony of 12 Splinter telling Leo he's the sensei now, meanwhile GS2 Splinter actively tries to prevent that happening.

A ghost will appear and clue Splinter into Shredder being alive.

Leo's reaction to finding out Shredder is alive will also be less "I don't know if we're strong enough" and more along the lines of him cursing up a storm, and then being totally silent on the drive there.

Karai having a dream that Splinter was dead could also still happen in the au. She'd properly just brush it off as a nightmare about the worst case scenario that they all think didn't happen, but after it turns out he is dead, she'll properly question that dream more.

Everyone preparing to fight Shredder is a lot more hectic and rushed in GS2, because by the time they get back to the Lair Splinter already has at least a 2 hour head start.

There's a bigger gap here between Requiem and Owari, so Karai is also able to go on the mission.

The group might also have an easier time sneaking towards Shredder's mansion - Splinter will have already dealt with the security, and the Foot Clan itself will have their hands full with a giant rat monster. For the team that either means they're going to have to fight a lot less foot bots, or they're going to keep finding footbots that have been torn apart already.

Did Baxter really just say "My boy Shredder?"

I do like that Donnie called him "Michael"

The team also have to do a lot less work in finding Shredder. Like literally all they have to do is follow the sounds of fighting and roaring.

Tiger Claw will properly still make the really ill-advised decision to mock Leo by saying Splinter is gone.

Shredder also won't have the chance to stand on the roof dramatically and throw a molly at the Turtles. He properly did that with Splinter, so as well as having to content with the Foot Clan, the team are having to deal with the mansion burning down. Y'know, like they weren't dealing with enough already.

At some point during Shredder and Splinter's fight, Shredder manages to pin Splinter, very narrowly missing Splinter's core. This means that Splinter is in pretty sorry shape when the team gets there, so I'm not sure how much of the fight he's involved in. He definietly does rejoin the fight, but the team has a good few minutes where it's just them against Shredder.

I also don't know who's going to kill Shredder in this au. At the moment the options are Leo (killed shredder in canon), Karai (Shredder killed her mother, then kidnapped and abused her), or Splinter (Shredder killed his wife, hurt his kids, and Splinter doesn't want to put another burden on his children's shoulders).

Leo and Karai might also have to help Splinter get down from the roof - his core is close to destabilising, he's exhausted, and Shredder managed to hurt him badly. There's a none zero chance that when Shredder died, Splinter immediately collasped.

Everyone survives the fight though and Splinter gets to go home with his kids with the knowledge Shredder is gone.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #ghost splinter 2 electric boogalo

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simonwimon · 11 months

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idk if someone already asked but what program do u use to draw??? also i really love the way you do the lines!! what brush do u use??

no worries! i haven't answered this question in at Leeeaast a few years anyways :P nowadays i use clip studio paint, and almost all of the brushes i use are stuff i've grabbed off the asset store! (with edits, naturally). i'd put this under a readmore but every time i did tumblr broke the formatting orz

my absolute Favorite brush - something i'd recommend to Anyone regardless of what they're using it for - is this highlighter brush! i've been using it for almost 2 years now! whether it's sketches, outlines, or paintings - it adds a nice Chunky feeling with the square brush shape & a texture that i adore on top of that.

anything i post that has a Cleaner outline than normal is probably a result of this brush! i Love the sketchier feel of my other brushes, but when i need something well-defined and solid, this is my go-to brush. the weight & feel of it reminds me of the old bic pens i would doodle with in the margins of my homework back in highschool :P

the first brush from this set is one i use to compliment the brush i just listed - it's made by the same creator, so it has the same feel, but it's a LOT better at Suggesting things rather than Defining them, if that makes sense! i use it a lot when i'm drawing wrinkles, folds in clothing, blush lines, crosshatching - really, anything that should Be There, but isn't meant to be the center of attention. also good for loose sketches!

this brush is very new to me! total disclosure, you have to pay for this now, but i downloaded it when it was free. i mostly use this brush for sketching, but i think it also works REALLY well for painting! my usual approach to blending colors is to lay down a base, slap another color on top of it, and eyedrop the blend between them to go over the transition point with - and i think this brush lends Really well to that. reminds me of working with chalk pastels irl :P

then there's this one specific brush i've been OBSESSED with lately. you can see it in a good bit of my recent art, if you know how to look for it, and i think it's something i'm going to be using for a long time! it has a specific weight and Oomph to it that i just Loooove so much

when it comes to post-painting, i-need-to-add-more-Crunch-to-this-drawing, this noise set is where i go first! this isn't a situation where i can just say "yeah slap one of these down on overlay at 30%" or whatever - you have to experiment! every time i use one of these i end up spending 30 minutes going through The Whole List of blending modes to see which one works best & then spend Another 30 minutes fiddling with the opacity. and then spend Another 30 minutes fiddling with the luminosity & saturation of the layer. there's so many colors available that i can just drag & drop & delete until i find what color scheme works best!

honorable mention - this set also costs money, but it's one of my favorite ways to make a plain color background have More Flavor. LOVE that it has a clean version of the shape and then a second version where it's got a Chunky border! plus making this post made me realize the creator added more shapes since the last time i downloaded it yaaAAAYY

#mine #resources #long post #full disclosure? i moved laptops recently and had to abandon like 95% of my old art while making the transition #so i am soo glad i have this blog as a sort of archive. especially for a post like this where i Want to have examples every step of the way #ty for the ask nonny <3

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silverskye13 · 2 years

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different anon. it does for some people but not everyone. (also, some people may find the feature annoying in certain cases because the length it decides is Too Long is kiinda arbitrary and peoople have differnent lines.)

So in the spirit of Under-The-Cutting, I guess.

First thing of address, I guess: I can't control if people turn off the auto Tumblr readmore function. If it doesn't work for you, you can't control that either. But I find it a bit unfair that someone might, hypothetically, turn off the useful tool for cutting back on longposts on your dashboard, and then come into my inbox and be passive-aggressive about me not doing the function for them on my side of the equation. If that's the circumstances that kicked all this off, it's a bit... ahm... self-centered. I personally have it turned on, less because I want to filter long written posts [I like reading the fics posted on Tumblr] but because I like to filter long image posts, and those generally don't get censored under a readmore.

For that matter I also can't control someone's scrolling speed. I get what the second anon is trying to say: maybe only censor posts of a certain size. The issue here is what I think is long isn't the same as what someone else does. For me personally, I think long is a written work that tops out around 10k words. I'd get annoyed scrolling through that on my dashboard. The fic I posted yesterday was a rare 5k-ish. Most fics I've posted here in the past are around 2-3k, but I've posted an 8k fic here before with no resistance. Something I'm learning from this is other people think 2-3k is fine enough to scroll through, but 5k is a lot. So... noting that for the future.

So I personally don't like censoring my posts under the readmore function for a couple or reasons:

It cuts back on engagement, noticeably. It's the side-effect of social media that you want instant gratification as quickly as possible. When someone is given the choice to either click a button and sit on a post for awhile, or continuing to scroll through their dashboard for something quicker to engage with, normally they'll pick the second option. That's how social media was made, and while the Tumblr platform subverts this a little by it's nature, it still buy-and-large holds true.

Read mores, as far as I'm aware, can only be added on desktop. The snippets that make it to Tumblr, barring when I archive them for myself on a separate document, are all written on mobile. If they aren't completely mobile, they're at least started/drafted there and then moved to desktop later - but I want to say 9/10 of these are written and posted completely from my phone. And they're going to lean even more into that, since for various reasons, it's currently easier and more reliable for me to write on my phone. I won't be able to continue writing fics here if I have to wait until I have access to my laptop every time before posting them. Which leads me to my incredibly me-only dilemma:

Writing these quickly and posting them rough to Tumblr is the only reason these quick fics get written in the first place. I started posting written work to Tumblr because I was tired of abandoning so many ideas in the shuffle between "Is this good enough for AO3?" and "Is this good enough to be written at all?" But if I have to re-add roadblocks that make posting here more trouble than it's worth, I know myself, I will end up not posting fics here anymore. I'm sure it sounds silly. It sounds silly to me. But it's less of a "readmores make me not want to write" and more of the mental gymnastics of: Is this fic long enough to need a readmore -> If it does need a readmore, when will I have the time to add it -> Do I post it now and edit it in later? Probably not, because I won't remember to add it later -> Since I waited to post it, do i even remember hours later that I had a fic I wanted to post -> Would it have been easier to post this on AO3, even though it doesn't meet my standard of craft of AO3 fics? -> Why am I bothering to do this when I have so many other things I'd rather spend my time on? If you've ever done that thing where you got nothing done on a free day because you had (1) thing you had to do in the afternoon, and all your mental faculties were taken up going "No I can't do X, I have to do that thing in 4 hours!" That's kind of the odd cascade the whole readmore thing is doing for me right now.

My thoughts on this currently is I have 2 compromises and 1 definitely-not-a-compromise. And the one not-a-compromise is I ignore all this ever happened, and continue doing what I have been doing. I don't want to do that because I like to be accommodating? I'm very community focused. I like building an atmosphere that's welcoming when it comes to the blog. But that might also be what I resort to just because, as I said above, if this turns into more trouble on my end than I think it's worth, I'll just stop posting fics here, and I don't want to do that. Which leads me to--

Compromise 1: I stop posting fics here. It's not really a compromise, but it's easy. Ish. Eh. Not really. Tagging everything on AO3 is a pain in the butt for something quick and dumb you wrote up because you thought it'd be fun. But being able to post a link to a fic like with my LongFics is a think I could just fall back on. I think it also means I'll probably stop writing this stuff though, because I'll get bogged down in things like trying to edit them, or link them together cohesively when they're out of chronological order [Like the Hels/Wels fics, which currently are all over the place in their timeline, and will continue to be so probably]. Regardless it's an option.

Compromise 2: We can go back to the old standby which is me tagging anything longer than 3 paragraphs as "long post" and then if anyone doesn't want it popping up on their dash, they can filter the tag. I also don't like this option because it blocks even more than a readmore does. But it's quick and easy for me, and maintains the integrity of "I wanted to post this to Tumblr and not worry about it anymore."

This is all stuff for me to stew on. I don't expect people to weigh in on these options, though you're welcome to if you think you have some good input for it. But that's about where I'm at right now.

#spazzcat barks #delete later #answering asks #the readmore debacle #well that's exhausted me for the night #i was going to draw but now I think I just want to sleep #Anyway I hope no one takes this as me like? Threatening them?#I'm not trying to say 'arghh you've made me upset no more writing for you'#i just know myself and i know my personal hangups when it comes to productivity #and as soon as something requires marginally more hoops to jump through i drop it #i became inactive on DeviantArt because it was easier to post art on Tumblr and write a few tags #than to slog through the filtering system for posts DA had #Same thing with FurAffinity the short time I was on that site #And AO3 is really high on the threshold of 'this is more trouble than it's worth' to me #which is why very few of these quick fics have been archived onto AO3 #but if this turns into a thing where it's harder to post fics on tumblr than not -- i'll do like I did with DA and FA and stop posting #its a storied trend and i dislike it :'D

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