#(If not let me know and I can tweak it)

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 39

a redraw from a couple years back that was originally a redraw from 2014 so thats a FULL DECADE OF PROGRESS, BABEY!!

#day 39 #year 5 #terezi pyrope #homestuck #the thing about the image description project. and going through the backlog. #is that it really incentivizes me to do a lot of redraws because then i can reuse large portions of the descriptions for Old Art #making minor tweaks to account for the differences #as opposed to writing. just so much alt text #heres the thing about writing image descriptions for my OWN art: it makes me think way more about like. #what parts of the piece are vital and which parts aren't #because obviously you wanna give as complete a description as possible #but you also dont want to take up a whole bunch of a persons time rattling on about shit they dont care about. like. #idk! it's an interesting exercise and im still getting a handle on that balance i think #once again let me know if im not hitting the mark

[mehoymalloy]

Ok so no one asked for the potential ramifications of Imogen taking off her circlet in this past episode in the Let Me sequel but I am thinking about it so y'all are gonna get it.

So let's say Otohan doesn't take the circlet from Imogen in the crevasse scene during the Solstice (you know, that hot moment where in response to Matt saying 'You want to attack her? You can't see her,' Imogen cooly says, "I don't have to see her.") So let's say Imogen keeps the circlet, and the bond is deadened for weeks.

Otohan, who had gotten used to having all these glimpses of Imogen at her fingertips whenever she liked, or even just the vague feeling of the warmth of Imogen's presence in the back of her mind, suddenly has that all snatched away. Searing heat becomes a dying ember, the faintest flutter imparting that Imogen is alive but nothing more; no more flitting thoughts, no more sharp conversations, no more dreams, even. And to Otohan's disgust, she misses it. But she has a job to do, and logically, she's better off without the distraction.

Maybe at most Otohan gets echoes of Imogen's feelings during her worst moments. The agony of a demon nearly biting Imogen in half. The horror at seeing Ashton shatter. The fear of losing Laudna for one long night. And even these faint echoes are maddening.

Then one day, Imogen removes the circlet. The tether between them, worn down to nothing but a frayed thread, suddenly surges with life. Heat races along to fill Otohan's mind until it hurts, weeks worth of thoughts and memories and experiences flashing behind her eyes too fast to process. Otohan has to grit her teeth and concentrate hard to even understand why amidst the sudden and overwhelming influx of information.

She hears Imogen say, "why would I take away a strength?"

And something cold and sharp and pleased surges from Otohan to Imogen then. From the moment they met, this is what Otohan has been urging Imogen to do. She slaughtered Imogen's friends before her eyes in order to push Imogen to embrace her gifts. For the entire existence of this mysterious connection between them, Otohan has had to watch Imogen stifle herself, stifle her strength. And it has pained Otohan because Imogen deserves more, she is more---if she would only seize it.

Hearing that soft question though a long-repressed bond now wide open between them is so satisfying. Almost as satisfying as that day in a blood-soaked street of Bassuras, watching Imogen rip apart an entire city block with her mind.

So Otohan does exactly what she did then. She smiles, and she says, with genuine and strangely gentle fervency, 'I am proud of you.'

Back then, all of Imogen's fury had curdled into fear that made her sick to her stomach.

Now, Otohan has the unique priviledge of feeling Imogen's reaction before she can repress it. Her pulse spikes at the sound of Otohan's voice in her mind after so long without it, and something that is decidedly not nausea squirms in her stomach. Otohan's pride flows freely through Imogen, and before Imogen can strangle it, something is reflected back to Otohan. Something almost shy, laced with shame and so faint but neverheless there. Imogen's own subtle sense of pride at Otohan's praise. And though Imogen immediately smothers the feeling, Otohan senses it all the same, and she certainly won't let Imogen forget it.

#maybe i should come up with an actual tag for when i do get deep into writing this thing #since it will definitly be a LONG process #noting all the little ways i can tweak events and interactions for the let me sequel is one of the funnest parts of watching new episodes #and this one obviously hit me like a truck when it happened #obviously thats taking what imogen says at face value #we'll see if her true reasons (and therefore otohan's repsonse) changes #but for now im just going feral over them ya know nothing new #otohan thull #cr3 #let me sequel stuff

[crystal-grotto]

@thxndercrestfallen

Not often was it that Alex brought her treasured items anywhere into the public. Rarer yet that it was one of her stuffed animals. Yet, today, the changeling deigned to participate in a late night movie showing that was prone to having little to no attendance.

This was one of the days where the latter ended up being true. The female glanced about upon arrival and found not a soul in the room... That was good. That meant she could safely set Elliot up comfortably before her next course of action was taken.

Moving to where she wanted to sit, the changeling gently propped the toy in a seat of his own. She folds plush paws over belly, pets down a tuft of green fur, before humming softly when the gold of glass eyes glitter as once inanimate pupils shift to watch her.

''I'll be right back. Behave yourself, ok?'

Giving her request a moment to hang in the air, the shapeshifter then smiles and mushes snout with a hand before standing and turning away - leaving her companion to patiently await her return.

#;starter tag tbd #thxndercrestfallen #Dear Nestmate - Elliot #Tales Great and Small - RP #//Raize can come in however you like! #//let me know if youd like me to tweak anything #//though i feel this is a bit of word barf ahdbffhf #changeling in the room - alex

[sainticidal]

she has not been needed in heaven for some time. when souls pass divine judgement, michael has seen fit to send someone where they ought to go through earth, she thinks there are less trips to be made that way. to receive a summon from the high seraphim herself, this is not some trite issue or petty squabble. michaels six wings stretch outward as she makes her way into sera's office space, tucking close after one last flap. " i hope you've called me here to tell me i was right. " / @hazbiiins for sera!

#hazbiiins #🕊️ v: tbd! #post season 1? right after sir gets redeemed maybe? i hope this is alright! let me know and i can tweak if not

[stygias]

❝ a hundred twits with guns and clips -- ❞ the overseer of the hells watches from the jurors box, after the rest of the assembly had already absconded the premises. a clawed hand raises, gestures to the mechanism in the centre, displaying the denizens of hell preparing for onslaught. (his marred face stretches into a grin under the mask.) he watches with a watchful gaze, turning crowned head to the other, a nod toward the ocular apparatus. a hand waves again, and there is the image of themselves standing within the courtroom of heaven. ❝ have tried their luck and lost the bet. ❞

@rockange challenged the overseer!

#rockange #⊰ 💀 ⊱ interaction! #⊰ 💀 ⊱ v : hellaverse! #he's being witty #can be after you didnt know #or i can tweak or whatever! let me know!

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 15

“Over Yet" by Hayley Williams

#song of the day #very exciting to have one of my brothers tell me entirely unprompted that he's enjoying the current playlist #a very big win #I spent most of my work day today doing what I've been thinking of as 'evil rubber-ducking' #where the IT guys throw me the especially Difficult faculty members--the ones who can't be helped because they won't listen-- #and I trick them into actually talking me through what they're doing so we can find the problem and fix it #(eternally amazed by people who request help and then refuse it. you called me bud. you submitted a service request ticket on purpose. #oh you can't do your job without connecting to the vpn? that's great we can't fix it until you tell us what's fucking stopping you) #mostly this 'tricking' takes the form of me being a sweet young butter-wouldn't-melt Southern girl in over my head with mean IT guys #bless them (derogatory) these folks who won't let IT even attempt to start working through the 'have you tried' scripts #because they know they're getting something wrong but are too angry-embarrassed to admit they don't know what #are still delighted to mansplain the idea of a remote connection to me #--that's not fair. I shouldn't mischaracterize them it's mostly not mansplaining. #the two today were yankee-splaining me. city-splaining maybe. #what would a hick like me (y'all is one person. all y'all or some'a y'all for multiple people) possibly know about enterprise networks-- #anyway they were using the wrong login credentials and were so sure of themselves they'd never even tried the other set just to see #bless. their. hearts. #(IT owes me so many little favors like this now. the latest database tweak I asked for got done live while I described it to them) #anyway anyway! love the chorus on this song #'to get out of your head yes break a sweat / baby tell yourself it ain't over yet' #makes me move my head every time

[the-composer]

since a lot of ppl left the rpc that were in joshua’s circle and his existing circle is now much smaller and things are slower/fandom lull etc i’m considering the prospect of wiping his memory. he’d still be in his usual thing with sanae and his main verse with him and @dandybarista remains unchanged, but i think a clean slate could make for fresh and more enjoyable interactions. that said, if you don’t want anything to change with joshua and your muse can you please like or reply?

#not guaranteed i'll do this but i think it would simplify things immensely #and absolutely nothing needs to change with our muses! #shibuya has the ability to tweak adjust and wipe memories in my verse #she did it once a few years back so it's a thing that can happen #anyway do let me know if you want to retain anything #like relationships don't have to change #ex. his closeness with hope #and his involvement with alex's joshua in their story #but yeah lemme know and if you don't care either way that's coolio too #tbd

[steeklover]

PLEASE GIVE ME STEEK, STARY, STUTTERS AND KYVID WEEKS!!!!!

#south park #sp steek #sp stutters #sp stary #sp kyvid #tweek tweak #stan marsh #sp gary #butters stotch #kyle broflovski #sp david #i'm literally dying over here these ships have no fics #i would do one myself but it would take a while for me to set one up #and then i would have to find a week where i can be consistent with writing/logging into tumblr/posting #and i've seen set-ups for steek and stary but i don't think they actually got done #i guess i could see what i can do but it would probably be done around the fall #and that's if anyone is even interested #where's my two people that ship steek at?? #if you want this please let me know #it'd be fun

[musicallyiinclined]

@erstwhles | mason & callum - feelings

"Hell of a third period, boys! Now that was a sixty-minute game." Mason glances up as the coach praises them, pausing in the middle of shoving gear into his bag to listen. "That's what I like to see, so keep it up! Now go home and rest, and be ready for the next one on Friday."

They're left alone to finish dressing after that, the guys talking amongst themselves, reliving the game they'd just won. "Lucky shot on your goal tonight, eh Ghost? You almost looked like a real hockey player out there!" The guy who spoke grins at him, and they all laugh as Mason flips him off in return. "Thought your boy was going to kiss you right there in the middle of the ice, too! What a celly that would've been."

There's another round of laughs, and Mason is grinning as he catches Callum's eye, giving him a playful wink. "What's the matter, Johnny, you jealous?" he asks his teammate, pushing up from his stall and swinging his bag over his shoulder. "Because I don't think Cal would mind sharing.." It's his turn to laugh as Johnny stutters his reply, and he stops by Callum's stall on his way out. "You still owe me a beer, by the way," he says, nudging his friend's foot. "You wanna pay up tonight or some other time?"

#erstwhles #th: mason & callum; feelings #( so here's this!!!! #i hope it's okay #if not i can tweak it! just let me know <3 #i hope i pulled off the locker room scene convincingly lmao #never been in one so! winging it as always )

[mashmouths]

is it an adhd thing to need to reinvent the concept of a study space so you have any chance of actually studying or just a facet of being alive that no one warned me about

#like 2/3 of the battle of successfully being 'productive' is just finding out what will work for me in this moment as opposed to what worked #not even 30 minutes ago let alone yesterday. whether or not i can handle music and the type of music and the volume are all determined by #whims outside of my comprehension and i am. so tired. i can't work in a space that's too familiar unless i can except i can't. i can't work #in a space that's too unfamiliar unless i can except i can't. i can't work in a space with noise or without noise unless i can except i #can't. are we seeing the pattern here :( how has anyone alive ever established a routine ever when trying to parse my stupid needs hour by #hour is like pulling teeth every time. every bit of analysis and like reflection is a Task and i already can't handle tasks very well And i #takes up brain power and like. bits of my attention span that i desperately need to shore up to get anything actually? done? once i'm #settled? but i can't settle if it's not the right set up but i have to minutely tweak the set up until it's right but it so rarely is. #sorry to be like mopey on the dash i have papers and finals due and then actual finals week and i've been waiting on my period for a week : #what if things were. easier. hot take i know. and yes this is (hopefully) the last time i'll have to do finals unmedicated but ohhhhhhhhh m #god is this round determined to make it hurt as much as it possibly can to make up for it. a sigh and a sob etc etc #a post

[belligerentbagel]

closing two artfights! reached my final goal, which was a nice round total of 10 attacks for this first year 😊

Alcarnarmo (ThArtemisHunter)

Phoenix Tian and Kai Terranova (@mimicmerchant)

#artfight #draws #kai and phoenix are a little sketchy because i woke up this morning and went HUP HUP HUP LET'S BEEEE AMBITIOUS #but i'm glad to have managed what i did! ^^ #and now to 1) close every tab i had open for reference images இ௰இ and 2) DIVERSIFY MY CHARACTER ROSTER WHOOPS #scraped by this year without designing anyone new; just pulling from past d&d characters and a witchsona l m a o #here's the thing #[🙏 innnnnhale] #two of those character options look near-identical bc at the time of creation; i was like 'yeah sure they can look like me - #- can i go build out the class features / start designing witch clothes now' #and sitting down last night with the intent of 'time to create new characters' made me aware that #oh! yeah my preference really is to build upon existing things (more of a personal interpretation than a perfect iteration) #which is why i like making fanart that doesn't stick *precisely* to the canon outline #or building cosplays that are tweaked and extended to my tastes (and why i like animated properties more than live-action) #(bc animated designs tend to be simplified and allow for a LOT of interpretation. live-action is fun to look at but - #1) the garment already exists. i don't feel the need to replicate an extant thing; and it's stressful to self-compare to professionals #and 2) i KNOW the community says 'appearance doesn't matter' but it. still. does. influence people's interactions with & responses to you - #esp if you're working from live-action & guess what! very few TALL east asian women in any live-action properties with my specific vibe 🙃 #(tamar kir-bataar is a recent one but COME ON that's just my warlock with bonus axes bahaha)) #big ramble in the tags today #uhhhh to circle back around: anyways! despite my preference for Variations On A Theme over designing OCs; #i now have some possible New Character routes to explore. exciting.

[angelictyphoon]

@strywoven for sloan

The man in the reflection of Agustin’s General and Feed Store is not Vash the Stampede. With his reflection superimposed over the peeling poster taped to the inside of the display window, a passerby might claim that he bears a passing resemblance to the legendary outlaw responsible for the JuLai incident. 

To everyone else here in this small town, he is just Eriks. 

9:30AM.

The day has only just begun, and the list of chores he has is still long. Eriks adjusts the brown paper bag in his arms once more and cards through the contents one last time to ensure that nothing is missing. Grandma Sheryl has lectured him on the importance of precision before. Every week, they need to replenish their stock of: onions, potatoes, garlic, and ginger. No, dry won’t do. No, you can’t sub taro root for potatoes even though they are both tubers. And don’t forget to pick up a dozen tomas eggs!

He can feel his ears ringing already, and he hasn’t even stepped away from the storefront yet. Rolling a few potatoes out of the way and pulling back a few layers of wax paper is met with a small exhale of satisfaction through his nose.

Next, to pick up the latest double dollar novel penned by the Mc Caffrey sisters for Lina. He makes it about two steps, hand still half in the bag when he suddenly comes up into a solid wall of…fleshy mass?

“Oh, uh. Sorry about that. Didn’t see you there! Excuse me!” Eriks exclaims, giving the unmoving mountain a pat on the shoulder as he strafes around the man to continue further into town. Before he can get out of arm’s reach, Eriks suddenly feels himself yanked backward by his shirt collar and is unceremoniously pressed up against Agustin’s window panes. 

“You. This you? You’re Vash the Stampede?” A pudgy finger presses into the glass next to his head. The man, dressed in raider leathers and spikes, lets out a garbled snort from the back of his throat when Eriks does not answer right away. The glint in his eyes is hungry and set. A predator who would take any excuse to latch onto their prey drive. “Look like him.”

“You know ‘im? I alwaysh wanted t’know what he was like.” His voice is distorted from being squished against the glass. He manages to push back against the man’s hand at his back and glances at the holster at the bandit’s hip, then continues, “Hey! Let’s talk about him over there. It’s too noisy over here. I’m Eriks. You are..?”

“I’m Ten-Shots. ‘Cuz that’s all I need…Vash the Stampede.”

Uh-oh. 

“Hey, let’s not get hasty, I just–” 

A crack rings out and a line of dust shoots up next to his foot where Ten-Shots fired a bullet directly into the ground. The quick-draw doesn't make him flinch.

Okay, then. So talkie time was over. Eriks looks down at the disturbed ground, then back up to meet Ten-Shots’ squinting, focused eyes looking at him down the barrel of his gun. 

“So…what happens after you shoot ten times? Does that mean you let me go?”

And then he runs, taking off in the opposite direction away from the center of town while hugging his precious cargo close to his chest. An onion bounces out, rolling off to the side and stopping against the wooden step of the local barber’s, but he can’t turn back for it now as bullets spit up dirt at either side of him. Grandma Sheryl will just have to forgo the French onion soup this week.

How many shots were they at? Four?

Bang!

Five.

#strywoven #sloan. #[ planet era: 0105 ] #i set this not long after julai. hope that's okay! let me know if i can tweak anything to make it easier for ya #the rare eriks!vash makes an appearance

[waywardsalt]

theres a lot abt post-ph ive never really mentioned. grants theres also a lot i havent figured out

#i only have a handful of arcs and scenes properly figured out i need to get my shit together with this. im def deleting this later #anyways. i dont think ive mentioned anything abt linebeck being more or less immortal #in the sense that like. he cant be killed through combat means. its some weird healing magic shit #specifically started with the intent that it lets me tear him apart repeatedly but its fine bc he heals anyways #with the limits of like. poison and sickness and certain things CAN kill him. but he can like. get disemboweled and its fine #im gonna delete this later im jsut thinking sbt it #i remember while talking to it with a friend he asked ok so how does it work if he gets torn evenly in half #cuz my logic is like. say he gets an arm cut off. the lost arm decays like normal and a new one kinda just slowly grows in bones first #so his question is one ive been thinking sbt since i need to come up with a good answer #anyways linebeck is fucked post ph hes got insane healing shit due to uhhhh reasons (i know the reasons) but hes still made of papier mache #so its like. bellum is more or less indestructible so hes the only actual immortal #while linebeck is just. prone to being a little more reckless. i need to tweak story stuff. hes the worst in combat #so hes very down to like. cutting a hand open to give bellum some of his blood. its fine itll heal in like an hour #the idea is that the healing becomes faster the longer it is since he gets that ability but there is a ceiling #its like a mixture between technically having phantom blood and some other god-ish deity interference i need to zero in on it dw #look i need it so that he can be covered in his own blood and in agony several times without like. him actually fucking dying from it

[naixaie]

Hi there!

I saw you were going to update your shop!! So excited!! But also… would you consider open it at two different times? 10:00 AM PST is 2:00 AM in my timezone in Japan… I fear there won’t be anything left when I wake up 🥲

(You made liushen merch!!!!!!! I’m so!!!!!!)

hello hello ! 🌸✨

the majority of the shop will be preorders so it will be okay!

the only items that are limited will be the enamel pins and the TGCF gold foil stamp washi tapes

thank you so much for your interest !! ☺️☺️💕

#.answers #if !!! by some chance some items are listed as sold out #then please let me know and i can tweak it!! #it’s only the enamel pins and TGCF stamp washi that are limited (but even then i have about 200 rolls of it 😳😳🤭) #thank youUUU !!! 💖💖💖 #aND YES LIUSHEN IS MUCH LOVE SND I HAVE BEEN SUPER EXCITED FOR LIUSHEN MERCH 😭😭😭🫶💖💕

[espritdecorpo]

@prvtocol liked for a starter ! ( f: kay vess )

>> Tansarii Point Station ━ can't say it was her favorite spot to be waylaid. sure the drinks were cheap and the local militias were either incompetent or ignorant enough to leave well enough alone. but on a list of must-see places in the mid-rim it was probably bottom of the list. surprisingly a system being an arms depot for several hundred years does not produce a particularly friendly environment.

━ but a vacation this was not. kay was set to meet with some-such loanshark money handler about a package she klept on the corellian run. ( surely if it was any value they would've bolted it down to the cargo bay. ) lucky for her she didn't have to wander too far to find an interested buyer. however, some such precognitive sense happened to tell her that such an out-of-the-way meeting likely wasn't over just one little stolen package.

the smuggler would sit down, adjacent from her contact. she'd flash a wily smirk as she juggled a mantellian coin between her fingers.

〝 rough place for a first date huh ? 〞she joked. kay was going to make it known that she really hated this place. especially after they axed the lunchtime special.

#// BLUEJAY | KAY VESS #// BLUEJAY | MAIN #( let me know if this works ! ) #( i can tweak things if you like :D ) #prvtocol

[quibbs126]

You know what, upon further thought, I think I’m gonna redo the Pink Choco/Dark Choco kid. I like Marble Choco, very much so, but she’s just too far removed from those two, and I want to see what I can do with just trying to actually combine those two, you know?

But I think I will still call this fankid Marble Choco Cookie, since the name still works

As for the current Marble Choco, I’ll make her into her own character, since I really do like her. Her new name shall be Choco Cherry Cookie!

#now the question is do I make Choco Cherry Ovenbreak or Kingdom #bc if I go Ovenbreak she can have a modern clothes style but if I go Kingdom she has to be more fantasy esque #in terms of her casual look her magical girl outfit can be fine with a few tweaks #cookie run #cookie run oc #marble choco cookie #choco cherry cookie #I know I don’t have to but I’m just not satisfied with her as my Pink/Dark Choco fankid #so let me have this #I’ll post the new one with the batch of 5 #whenever I get around to that #fankid #fanchild #my ocs