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Happy STS!

share a favorite line of dialogue out of context ❤️ (if you're doing STS of course)

I had a hard time with this one. I'm about to reblog it to my writeblr @kashacreates.

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Hi, happy STS!

From a WIP of your choosing, what characters turn up to the climactic event, and if not, then why? Where are they?

Ooh, this is a great question with a good answer that I'm gonna reblog and answer on my Writeblr @kashacreates

#ask games #mainblog vs sideblog

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Hi! Hello! Lovely folks that are following me back: I am active at my sideblog @kashacreates.

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Hi! Hello! Lovely folks that are following me back: I am active at my sideblog @kashacreates.

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Hi! Hello! Lovely folks that are following me back: I am active at my sideblog @kashacreates.

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Hi! Hello! Lovely folks that are following me back: I am active at my sideblog @kashacreates.

#//notsnek #//((Hello new people #lovely to meet you. #I'll seem quite boring here #but you can follow me at kashacreates for content))

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Pinned!

If you have received a follow from this blog: This has been my main Tumblr since its creation. Follow backs are probably from kashacreates or pendles-is-friendless.

Personal blog: Link

Active Ask boxes: Moonlit Path Writeblr

#//pinned post #//((Here are my active sideblogs. #Sorry #my tumblr experience is confusing. #))

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Pour one out for all the amazing rp blogs that have deactivated for one reason or another.

#alcohol cw #I'm mostly on pendlesisfriendless nowadays #which is a sideblog to this one #But there's a lot of folks I used to talk to and #rp with a lot that just aren't on Tumblr anymore.

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Heads up, old scam might be still going around

tumblr decided randomly overnight to log me out, but it seemed super sus cause i couldn’t reblog shit and the error was weird. I hit the dash button to take me back to the top and refresh, but it only took me back to the top, then when i refreshed the page i got a login page. It looked normal, but i wouldn’t know because i never fucking log out lol.

So i opened a new tab and opened tumblr and it looked different: lighter blue, more links to other shit than the other login page. So it may well have been a shady scam that got through my antivirus (or it could just be tumblr’s usual broken bullshit but i wont know because i took the safe option).

Had to reset password because lol like fuck do i remember my password, but basically this is just a heads up/reminder that if you’re ever force-logged-out from tumblr, don’t trust any login page you’re automatically sent to. There have been hacks from this in the past. ALWAYS open tumblr again in a new tab to make sure you have the real login page.

#This happened to me earlier today on both app and web versions: #Tumblr had a weird glitch with their login servers earlier and apparently have had it for a few days. #According to downdetector #This is still good advice though.

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So, if you don't know about Kahn Academy its an online education platform that provides free courses in a whole lot of subjects. I've personally used it for computer science and math. The classes they have really run the gamut

They need donations (they're a 501 nonprofit) to help them keep operating and grow. They're an invaluable source of learning for pretty much anyone, particularly those without the financial and/or social resources to access other options. Using it helped me test into higher levels at my CC and saved me about two years in tuition for classes that I didn't need and wouldn't have helped toward my degree. If you've got the ability consider throwing them some scratch or at least reblog to keep a great organization going.

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While I don't really rp anymore, would people still be interested in my writing here? I'm posting to pillowfort, but I can always cross post.

Would that be cool?

#sadly borderlands couldn't keep my interest after the game came out #so I've been working on original content.

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Sometimes….You just gotta draw arms on a snake….

Bonus!

#//snekmeme #//same-eye #longtimefriends!verse #//((Exactly lmao. #))

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Person A: “We need to talk-”

Person B: “I swear the bomb wasn’t my idea, I only suggested the food dye.”

Person A: “…..”

Person B: “…..”

Person A: “…..”

Person B: “…..”

Person A: “…..The what?”

#//snekmusings #//one-eye #//((I bet Shayne's involved too #the sneaky snuncle))

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Inconvenient Prophesy

When the thrum of the collar around her neck pulsed deep in her ears and Jack had been distracted by his ambitions for the Vault Key across Pandora, Angel buried herself deep under the covers and pressed her face against the cool pillow.  Across her skin, her tattoos burned, prickling and pulling on her like sunlight roasting her.  She reached out, casting a net to catch a passing signal, any signal, that can draw her away from her body for just a little while.  

A passing net crawler, a packet of passwords, an errant network wave, anything set adrift the ech0space that Angel could hitch a ride on and float away from this bodily prison.  Perhaps that funny little robot would want to talk?

Sharp claws rended her netting, tangling themselves in her thought pattern and ripping her from her body.  Raw digital landscapes whizzed by, programs working diligently to process data and information from every source. 

Her body crumpled onto the ground beneath her, white wings wilted around her.  Mind whizzing and her vision blurring, she could barely make sense of the shadowy surroundings.  Octagonal constructs rose from the smooth ground, massive “stone” Eridian statues cried streams of violet tears into unseen rivers far below.  As Angel’s eyes began to adjust, her gaze followed the sick rash of artificial pustules throbbing along the sides of their flanks and trailing up their backs.  

Pushing herself up, her wings and arms hung heavy; the darkness weighing upon her shoulders.  Cyberspace rarely had gravity, but in this space, the pressure crushed from all sides.  

A thin, chitinous hand reached out to help her.  A brilliant light shone from the spaces between their pearlescent carapace, glowing streams that ended in luminescent insectoid wings spreading outwards from their back.  Angel recoiled her hand from them, falling backwards and scraping her elbows and tailbone on the landing.

Their neutral mask of a face tilted.  [ Fear not, child. ]  Angel winced as the stern sentiment soaked into her mind, rather than spoken.  It was a feeling, translated into sophisticated speech.  Her wings drew closer to herself in a vain effort of self-defence; the guardian pulled their hand back and rested it against their bioluminescent core in the centre of their chest.  The same cystic rash erupted along its side as the statues.  [ We must converse, listen. ]

[ Do you know what your father plans to do once he has succeeded in opening the Vault? ]

“He wants to bring peace…” Angel uttered, parroting Jack’s reasoning to convince her to help the Vault Hunters in the first place.  But, her conviction in his words rang hollow.  “That’s what Jack says, anyways.”

The shift of the light across their carapace moved the shadows across their stony mask.  Disappointment.  Tucking their long legs beneath them, their hand-like feet curling closed, the guardian sat down beside her. [ He seeks death, ] they corrected, stroking the errant feathers of Angel’s wings with the backs of their fingers.  [ It has been foretold that he will tear the planets apart with the power of every vault he tears open. ]

“Every?”  Angel’s skin crawled from the ghostly touch, but she could not muster the want to retreat from the guardian.  The fluttering of her heart had calmed and her breathing slowed.  A forced peace that robbed her of the chill down her spine.  “Isn’t there just the one?”

[ No, there are many. ]  Their hand stopped moving, even their impassive mask seeming distant.  Angel wondered how much of the expression was a trick of the light, or if they were impressing their emotions upon her.  She found it difficult to question the alien. [ If his ambition is not stopped, the planet shall be razed upon the opening of the third vault. ]

White wings drooped.  “So, how do we stop him?”

A weighty silence hung over the pair.  Out of the corner of her eye, Angel spotted the rash upon the guardian throbbing as it took over more of its carapace.  Sorrow and dread popped up in her mind, of no accord.  

[ You are his key. Without you, he will not keep the Warrior. ]  The guardian’s peculiar method of “speaking” remained steady in feeling, but the discomfort was not lost on Angel.  [ When the time is right, you will need to turn on him. ]  Their wings twitched.  [ You will die, so everyone else can live.]

Despite the unnatural calm, Angel’s stomach knotted, a deep frown dug itself across her face.  It wasn’t fair.  Jack had already taken everything from her.  With great effort, she got to her feet and straightened her back.  “I would like to go home now.”

With a sense of quiet dismay, Angel settled back into her bed.  The thrum of her collar pulsed across her aching head, but the warm pillow and soft blanket provided little comfort.  Her eyes burned, injustice whitening her knuckles as she gripped the covering.

#//snekfics #//Angel #//((I feel so bad for her #I also really liked this Guardian character #I would like to use them again #But this is taking place during the first game. #Which is why there is the mention of three Vaults: the Destroyer; the Sentinel and the Warrior. #I wanted to show that Jack was terrible and had his plans far before the betrayal in Pre-Sequel #Especially since he admits that he lead the original 4 to open the Destroyer's vault using Angel.)) #//((Thank you for the commission!))

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Pool-Side Thoughts

Solus’s light scattered rainbows across the transparent environmental shielding.  Vocatia watched the Rogues and her Sons play “nice” in the pool from behind the shade of her lip-rimmed glasses.  Yeah, the snake and older clone seemed to be taking turns tossing ‘Z and Shayne around like a shark’s pool toy, but the gleeful giggling ensured to all the lounging thrall and Guyota around that there was little need to get involved.

Vocatia’s crest rings jingled from the happy shivers running up and down her spine, only the brave plastic slats that held up her bulk managing to keep the noise from turning annoying.  

“Just the other day, after I’d spent the day rustlin’ up some of the rent from the more stubborn neighbours,” Vo explained continuing her idle conversation with Reyna.  “And I was dead tired.  The first thin’ I see is my kitchen wrecked.  Chunks of fruit everywhere. flour across the counter, on the floor, across the sink, just dustin’ everythin’.  I was shocked, dismayed even.   ‘Til I heard Gnoll tryin’ to shush Forty-nine while they were hidin’ out in the dinin’ room.  Poked me head in the door ta see the most lavish feast sittin’ upon the dinin’ table.”  She guffawed as she watched the primal in question try to wrestle his older brother into the pool though gnawing on his horn.  “It’s still one of the best meals I’d ever had.  Sweet ham and pie-apple rings, mashed potatoes, and several other thin’s too: well worth gettin’ Ricky to scrub down the kitchen afterwards.”

Reyna hid her twinge of jealousy behind a sip of beer, the glass still frosted.  The two thrall fell into domestic bliss as soon as they locked eyes.  “Yeah, the best meals tend to come with the biggest messes,” Reyna agreed, setting the drink down beside her.  The glass glided over the ring of condensation that dripped down over the thin layer of ice.  “Shayne attempted to make everyone peanut-butter and banana pancakes once.  We still find batter drops in the kitchen, but those were some damned good pancakes.” 

Pendles launched Shayne higher than before, a fresh shrieking giggle pricking everyone’s ears and drawing their gaze. In the air, they flipped to flop belly first into the water with a loud smack.  Shayne resurfaced, catching their breath in time to playfully shove Pendles as revenge for their stinging stomach.

“Ach, a few bits of batter concrete ain’t that much of a cost,” Vocatia chuckled, shaking off the water with a wiggle of her gold-tipped hooves.  “‘Less it came wit’ ants.  Can’t imagine what they’re like out here, but they’re tough little shits on Tempest.”

Another splash leapt over the pool’s edge as Foxtrot tripped backwards and dropped TZ.  Rictus snickered from his floating octopoid ring; the dark tentacle slithered back under his skin under the cover of the water.

“… you know, I haven’t seen any since the blueberry’s taken over the kitchen.” 

#//thrallmother #//one-eye #//((Just copy-pasted my note thoughts as an image #But thank you Mizzy!))

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Last pic commissioned by @shellalana!  This one is an icon for her of her!

I’m still chuffed at how nice the linework and simple bits of lighting came out on this one.  I hope you love it!

#//snekart #//((This ended up cute and I love your headband tbh. #<3)))

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@muscledahl commissioned me for a few pictures and some fics and this is one of them!  

This one is a Beef-and-Beans piece featuring Mizzy’s Moe and @intxrnd.  They’re so cute together!

#//snekart #//Moe #//Carson #//((Thank you for commissioning me Mizzy! #I hope you like it Carson-mun! #<3!))