#I am full of SQUIGGLES now

[kedreeva]

I love so many of your Teen Wolf fics! Keep Talking is one of my favorites! And the Final Pack, I'm not sure how you found the time to write such an epic epic.

Then I got to tumblr and was graced with the peaowl pictures and knowledge. Amazing. 💖

KEEP TALKING!!! I always forget I wrote that one, until I hear the song I wrote it to, and then I'm like DAMN I LOVE THAT STORY and it's always exciting to hear someone else enjoyed it. That shit was so self indulgent and fun to write!!

Final Pack.... I'm actually hip deep in writing that one a second time, into an original. I don't know how I'm going to survive a second writing of it, but I am working through it and I am VERY excited about doing so. And sweet messages like this leave me motivated to go work on it so I think that is what I am going to do!

#asks #people say nice things #my writing #final pack #keep talking #I am full of SQUIGGLES now

[sage-nebula]

Tails' real name being a human name (Miles) is weird, so I've decided that his name being a human name was an accident (his full name being a speed pun is a happy accident). His parents did the same thing that Asriel's parents did in Undertale, where they took the first two letters of one parent's name and the last three letters of the other parent's name and mashed them together to get their child's name. In his case, his mother's name was Mist, and his father's name was . . . Squiggles.

#i have been laughing about Squiggles Prower for the last 10 minutes i am NOT sorry #luckily Squiggles was an easygoing happy dude who was impossible to bully effectively #bc he never rly got mad or upset or reacted in a way bullies got a kick out of #he was a lot like Bob Ross i think. just supportive and gentle and a happy dude #who liked fishing and sewing #meanwhile Mist's full name was probs Misty but she just went by Mist #she was an inventor! v fascinated by science & engineering #tried to make all kinds of cool shit w/ the limited resources on West Side Island #including all the tech they used for fishing #very savvy & quick-witted. kind of wanted to move to a city #to have better access to materials for tech #but was happy on the island too #they loved their son very much & if there is an afterlife they are so glad that #he has such a wonderful adoptive big brother now to give him the care & love he deserves #(also Squiggles WOULD be legit mad if he found out how the villagers treated his son) #(make fun of his name being Squiggles all u want but leave his baby alone!!!) #(Mist would also be mad but she's not a scolding type. she's a revenge type.) #(she would've blown up their houses w/ combustible lemons fr) #anyway. my dog woke me up way early so 🙄 this is what happens lol) #miles tails prower #sonic series #mist prower #squiggles prower

[yiga-hellhole]

twili headcanons 🫵

you sly dog. i'll have you know i am actually working on a lore doc RIGHT NOW . but let me whip some up anyhow!!

twili are the mixed and shuffled descendants of basically all of hyrule's peoples. though most of the population has gotten kind of a "standardized" appearance, noble families with pickier marriages will resemble their ancestral equivalents more

zant's family is primarily zora descendant, while midna's is gerudo/sheikah

the glowing markings on their body can be from birth to signify clan lineages, attained through life stages (appear on the skin when entering puberty, coming of age, pregnancy, etc), or with a careful hand can be tattooed. the royal house's tattoo is on twili midna's upper right thigh. on zant, this same mark (though missing the squiggle that signifies a ruling monarch) is on his back

that being said, i've talked about this before, but the black markings on twili bodies are like membranes that cover their sanitary areas. that's how they can walk around nude and you see nut'n at all.

on that same note, clothing is purely a way to signify status or personal taste. clergy, royalty, and palatial staff all wear some sort of head covering in humility though. high clergy is the most thoroughly covered, being the only ones clad head to toe

many twili are obligate carnivores. a lot of light world foods make them sick, too

having been cast aside by the light world, there's a cultural shunning of hyrule's deities, as well. instead, they've developed somewhat of their own pantheon, of which the sols are the conduits.

as i said, there's no day/night cycle, nor a seasonal one, so people tend to go to sleep and rise at their own schedules. there's always *somebody* bound to be awake to attend to some duty or other. that is to say, nobody's really in quite a rush most of the time.

all twili have an inherent knack for magic, but mostly in the sense of little charms and telekinesis. noble houses, the clergy, and scholarship are most actively involved with magic, leading to the creation of complex spells and structuring of magitech contraptions that rival, if not scarily succeed, sheikah traditions.

the throne isn't inherited per se, as the reigning monarch's children are electable candidates for the throne. from each noble house, the most talented caster is chosen as a candidate, and upon the perishing of the monarch, the most suitable candidate is elected.

the twili palace is just one of the locations in the realm - normally it's on a cliff, but zant lifted the whole shit into the sky to avoid beef with every other noble house in the realm. it kind of resembles the dark world/lorule in that it is similar to hyrule, but a lot more barren. oceans are uninhabitable, a lot of it is desert, and with the lack of a sun, dense vegetation only clusters around where Sols are being maintained. with the lack of inhabitable water the zora descendant twili are pissed off to all hell 24/7

hair length is correlated to marriage candidacy for adults. twili of marrying age will either have a full head of hair that they refuse to cut, or at least a strand or two of considerable length. bangles are the most common engagement gift, which are meant to be tied at the end of a braid at the proposal. after a couple years, if the husband(s) (usually, but wives can too) of the pair so choose, it become socially acceptable to cut the hair and wear the bangle elsewhere on the body, like on jewelry

other than that, twili are excessively laid-back, no-strings-attached, and a touch frivolous. having many flings before marriage is commonplace, as it takes a good bit for emotional attachment to kick in. (this isn't the case for zant, specifically, whatsoever)

#madman's rambling #asked and answered #loz headcanons #twili musing #THANK U AVID I WILL HAVE MORE LATERRR!!! #avidcollectorofdust

[inthefightgarden]

so umm i just finished mother of learning in like 5 days, and my brain is now full of wriggling squiggling worms. i'm also just starting a re-read with the audiobook and it is already giving me even more questions and ideas! so here i am to share my wormy burden ^_^

anyway, here's something chapter 1 started me thinking about...

do you think zorian's mother knows about their bloodline? (also her name is cikan. i had to look it up, so saying it here incase anyone else needed reminding)

we know that cikan really hated being associated with zorian's grandmother, but she was still immersed in witch culture at least somewhat in her home life. we don't really know how old she was when she first started to reject those practices, so it's hard to judge how much she would have learned before she went out of her way to avoid it, and we also just don't have enough context about the witches' traditions for raising their kids to make guesses about her knowlege level.

we do see later on in the series (what comes to mind is the confrontation in koth) that cikan doesn't have much knowlege about magic as zorian knows it (eg. what you can expect from certain spells used for travel), but given that the witches are an separate spellcasting tradition from the ikosians that doesn't necessarily tell us loads about what she might have picked up from her mother.

also, knowing you have a bloodline is pretty important information to have, so even with the antagonism you'd think zorian's grandmother would've at least made sure cikan knew about that... if SHE knew, anyway, cause that's also not something we can really take for granted is it? there are a few ways i can picture it being

option 1. most of what we see in the series is not typical from an empathy bloodline. archmage zorian is an outlier and should not be counted. and even daimen, the more "normal" natural mind mage is still a whole magical prodigy, which isn't exactly baseline for most people with empathy either. so yeah... zorian's grandmother may not have known that she had a empathy in her family in the first place.

option 2. we do hear (i don't remember when or who from. maybe one of the teachers? was it ilsa? idk) that empathy is a pretty common form of natural magical ability, and it's kind of a mild plot twist that it's a bloodline thing if i remember correctly. so even if zorian's grandmother knew about an empath in her family history she might not have known that meant it could pass down.

option 3. part of the reason in world that empathy isn't usually thought of as a bloodline thing (again, if i'm remembering right) is because it's so comparatively common, so it's entirely possible that empathy bloodlines (and possibly to a lesser extent bloodlines in general) are just quite common for witches to the extent that it's not really something that needs to be said explicitly, or at least wouldn't have been if cikan hadn't done so much to assimilate with the dominant culture and distance herself from witch tradition and knowlege

BUT, those options are thinking about the reasons cikan might NOT know about their bloodline... so again, does she know? even if she doesn't think of it as a bloodline she might be aware that her family has a history of empathy. so now for some thoughts on what the situation might be if she IS aware of the family history.

(note. i'm pretty damn sure cikan herself isn't an empath. zorian would be able to tell if she was "open", and she just doesn't have that understanding of how other people feel. but if you think otherwise, or just want to think about a "what if", i'd love to hear about it ^-^)

(oh and same goes for kiri and fortov)

cikan might know that there's a family history, but not really know what that means in practise. as i mentioned earlier she doesn't seem very knowlegable on magic, so she might not have any clue about the signs and how it typically presents.

she also might be in denial about the possibility that her kids inherited something like that from her, given what we've seen of how she thinks about her heritage. or she might have focused any concern about the possibility onto kirielle, who seems to be where much of her trauma goes, and not considered that the boys might get it. especially considering the witches' beliefs about sex and magical lineage.

but she also might know or suspect that zorian and/or daimen is an empath. which if nothing else is certainly the option with the most potential drama.

personally, i doubt she knows that daimen is an empath. he put a lot of work into hiding it, and i feel like it would probably affect how he sees him. given how much baggage she has about her witch heritage i just can't see that knowlege not somewhat tainting her golden boy, you know? like i know she's fine with him being a mage and really proud of his prodigy status, but i just can't envision her seeing empathy the same way, and i think it would come through in a slightly colder attitude to daimen. especially given the cultural stigma against mind magic when she's worked so hard to become socially acceptable.

but i'm just not sure whether she knows about zorian or not! on the one hand i could totally see her just being oblivious, in denial, not having the right context, whatever, but I can also kind of see the way she treats him (specifically in relation to him socialising and stuff), through the lense of knowing he's an empath.

like he straight up told her as a child that crowds caused him physical pain. he had tp stop going to church because it made him actually pass out! that is some pretty intense stuff to just ignore... we're never told that he saw a doctor or anything about this via his parents (as far as i remember, please let me know if i'm missimg something!) so did she have some idea about what was going on or was it just plain neglect?

and if she did have some understanding of the situation, how did that affect her behaviour? did she think if she ignored it he'd just adjust and never find out? did she just not want it to be associated with her family history if/when he did find out? did she think that if she forced him into triggering situations he'd eventually realise? or that he'd learn to control it subconciously? or did it just not matter how he felt as long as he was still functional when it came to his political use? did she hide it more out of personal shame, or a legitimate conviction that she was protecting him like with kiri?

like i said, i'm not sure what my headcannon is, but the topic fascinates me. as you can probably tell from how long and rambly this got. sorry ^_^'

but yeah, i'd love to hear what other people think!

#mother of learning #mol #zorian kazinski #cikan kazinski #family dynamics

[transingthoseformers]

I also love red-and-white Megatron with red optics. I figured he got rebuilt post the final fight before this and looks more like a mix of baby Megs and MTMTE version with more compartments he's had added to help with medical work and decided since he has so much space might as well basically become a walking operating theater. He isn't quite the same size but still did go up in size pre-almost war and felt no need to slim down just repurpose his mass.

Figure most of the gray is now white and red portions are bright medical red. Also some red bracing on the arms which are compartments for storage. The dark gray remains that color. Not sure if the black should stay black or also be red.

The squiggles are only red medic symbol outlines while in training with blue markings on the shoulders indicating the hospital he is training at and his mentor. When full status is achieved red chest symbols filled out and blue marking removed.

Hands painted red, and he upgrades them because he has now qualms about frame upgrades. I am thinking a sane Tyrest is commissioned as part of slimy Zeta connecting people. Megatron is wary, but Starscream convinces him that if it is a setup, Starscream has now compunction "biting the servo that fed them" and Megatron should take the "damn upgrade". Tyrest thinks it is a challenge of his engineering skills and Megatron actually gets a good impression of him. He's old, very old and they discuss philosophy and history and the rise of the Functionalists and then he talks politics with Starscream. Minimus who is there, is a little heart eyed.

Yeppppp

Makes sense makes sense!

Ah yes of course more pockets— a need!

Okay but that's fucking hilarious that he can just pull whatever out of where-ever and it's mostly medical supplies. Useful definitely definitely but also it means he can somewhat literally pull a scalpel out of his ass if need be

oh he sounds so pretty, I waffled on answering this yesterday but it was too late in the sleep cycle for that

Hmmmnnnn I'm also liable to suggest we lighten the black up to the same as that light gray? (In my photo edited sketch, I followed the first EOM explanation and changed the black to red, but it WOULD look interesting with the white)

I am internally chanting "you don't have to worry about having too many colors, Thunderclash exists" because anxiety brain

of course! zeta is plotting!

I feel like Tyrest and Megs would have cool interactions, especially since this is another situation where we see a side of a character we know exists but don't explicitly see in the comics (or maybe we do in the end kinda?? We know he was healed at that point, but in the end things were really picking up pace as the ending and he got turned to dust)

Oh mins

#maccadam #transformers #a little glitched #a glitch in the matrix #mtmte megatron #mtmte Tyrest #mtmte minimus ambus #idw Starscream #zeta prime #a bastard #like tyrest was so interesting in EOM to me and i just feel like he's an underrated character in the fandom

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 9 Mushroom and Cheese Omelet (Featuring Green Onion and Black Pepper) Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush and Freckle Pen. 10 Colors, 30 Minutes. I’ve got a few little idiosyncrasies about how one spells omelet/omelette (all of them personal and not at all serious,) but I do enjoy omelets, however you want to spell them or make them. I don’t care if it’s an officially named recipe like the Denver Omelet or something you throw together with scraps and leftovers. All omelets are valid. A personal favorite of mine is just some nice sautéed mushroom, melty cheese, and whatever onion is on hand. I’ll never say no to some bacon or ham, but honestly, even the humble mushroom shines all on its own, and they’re fun to draw. So mushroom omelet it is! Gonna drop a little extra below a cut because it’s mostly me musing on personal stuff and whinging about spelling, but big thank you as always to @quezify for giving me an excuse to draw all sorts of tasty egg dishes. These warm ups are really helping me with other projects! I took something that normally takes me several months to finish and cranked it out in a matter of days. Once I started doing eggs, it was so much easier to just open that other piece and finish the sketches, the line art, and the coloring! Been sitting on my computer for a month and I did the majority of the work in this last week! (It’s not even a hard project, I’m just ADHD and a perfectionist and my phone is full of games and I cannot get off the free dopamine machine to use my BIGGER free dopamine machine to do art when art feels like work and I’m terrified of failure. But you cannot “fail” Eggtober. You just draw an egg. And every time, it’s fun. Every time it’s low pressure. Every time it’s a small reminder that even if it’s not perfect, it’s an egg. And eggs are always worth it.)

I was a little late on today’s egg, but my sleep schedule keeps getting pushed back because, again, I have ADHD and I do not control the sleep. I just exhaust myself and then lay down and then wake up 8-12 hours later and it’s anyone’s guess when or why or how. Anyway, I do have the luxury right now of just sleeping like I’m alternating shifts at a 24/7 convenience mart so I just roll with it. Art doesn’t abide by time constraints and most of my current projects can be done no matter where the sun is. Enough about that though. Omelets. Or Omelettes. (It will forever irk me that USA American English decided to spell half of its words differently because hurr durr telegraph and print press charge by the letter, we’re just gonna invent the predecessor of text speak but make it official and now all word processors are angry. Forever irked that we in the USA insist on spelling “omelets” the truncated way, making me confused every time I get the red squiggle under what’s technically ALSO a correct English spelling. [I read too much Brit Lit as a kid and now I type like a foreigner according to every single word processor I own and also according to my ESL Aunt. “You type like an English person. Or a Britain? However it’s said.”] Anyway screw American English, sometimes the Brits are right, LOL. [I am 90% teasing and this is 100% a me problem and I’m blowing the silliest anthill into a circus tent of a mountain because I am angry when machine tell me to spell different.]) I want to consolidate the Englishes where we just have Brit English, American English, and Consolidated English. And I want consolidated English so that the word processors STOP TELLING ME THAT I’M WRONG. No, I will never write color as colour. Brits are wrong on that one. But Brits are right about “judgement” and “omelettes” and several others. Sorry, not sorry. “Judgment” looks like a combo of judge and augment and my brain reads it dumb and “omelettes” is just objectively better, damn it! 😂

#Eggtober 9 #Eggtober 2022 #Mushroom Omelet #my art

[senor-plume]

Birthday

the Buddha balloon belly is the wish I blew out on my birthday with greasy hair long and brown sitting at the dining room table on a rainy day in flower blooming May

two turtles a few frogs with candles in their mouths and a brick colored penguin on my ten toes painted by a loved one on a bored Thursday morning when sex became obvious and downright clipped wings in the sack

so, my pets are injured and hungry wishing for popcorn snacks and the grass is really making the moves on me as the cigarettes have all been blown out stubbed and snubbed out

so go tend to your children call yourself a mother or sister or my uncle who used to love me but she (say it with me now) died

the first punk rock song was all country and I tried to explain that to her with construction cones substituting for ears and her butts are all wrecked fired and black like a microwaved blue bird who chirped when she should have cheeped

the dumb feathered bitch, she never really did understand me

misfortune cries in happy families a bunch of like-minded humans who credit charge their futures away with fancy playing cards (full house…solitaire…jokers wild) and sawbucks that pass as tools in the garage full of rusty nails and a miscarried baby who really had it better off that you and I

so let this song be tuned up and prepared for flight this fancy squiggle is just another poem in a land of shaking skin houses and look at him with those long ears with a tail between his shaven legs

this is my birthday and I don't blame you for never receiving that receiver and giving me a jingle you poor fucker I can't understand you and I never will as my girl sits next to you pulling spaghetti up with her fancy fork and years later you're just gonna make her (you pig..you animal…you slit throated maggot) so it ain't a happy birthday for me this time around the clock

but how many strokes can I beat you by?

how many strokes of that clock will I call a life? Damned if I don't make it to 86 or 98

hell, I am an early departed and you just got antsy is all you took the cake and shoved it into her face much too early my friend, my arch nemesis so blow out those frog candles and sing to me a few choruses of happy happy happy anniversary

I'm all dead on the inside anyway and you just knew it is all

#tumblr poetry #poetry #alt lit #tumblr poets #creative writing poetry #poets on tumblr

[t1oui]

ok so i’ve seen a ton of different interpretations of harry’s scar (by different artists, mostly) and i wanted to give one of my own

ik i never pay attention to canon (i am on tumblr, after all), but personally, i think that the movies were really lacking on harry’s scar. it’s supposed to be so obvious, to help identify him, and the movies just gave him a faint little cartoon lightning bolt on his forehead.

personally, i — and many others, considering the drawings i’ve seen — think it would be much more interesting if harry’s scar looked like an actual lightning bolt, with lots of lines and squiggles and all. but i still want to add onto that. what if harry’s scar went as far as to go over his right eye, leaving him half blind? just imagine with me for a sec.

the boy who lived, otherwise known as the hero who’s constantly running into things because his depth perception is ass (tm).

harry being the person who does a full 180 whenever his friends says “don’t look now, but…” because he can’t see otherwise.

constantly running into walls, furniture, people, etc. that end up in his blind spot

only one of his eyes is green, and the other is pale blue/almost white, which would look kind of creepy if he wasn’t constantly hitting his face on things

because he’s really clumsy, his glasses are in need of repairs constantly.

sometimes people will go to say “you have your mother’s eyes” but only one of them is green so they awkwardly say “you have your mother’s eye” instead

harry has a cane that he sometimes uses when he’s in an unfamiliar place or just somewhere like diagon alley, which has a lot of tripping hazards/just hazards he might not notice

just. half blind harry.

#harry potter #harry potter hc #i just had another idea #what if he’s really bad at winking #b/c he either can’t see at all (if he closes his working eye) #or it doesn’t feel any different (if he closes his blind eye) #just some extra thoughts #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #tas rambles

[comradeacerbus]

M e a t r a c k, full render/reference

I had to simplify his outfit a little because ffs I am NOT drawing that belt buckle and the little squiggles on his robes, fuck that, it’s too much work. I’ll come out with his dragon aspect later

Also, for some reason you people are seriously thirsty for my design of his face unmasked and I’m not sure how to feel about that, but I’m posting him now because I need those sweet sweet notes

#my art #skyrim #miraak #meat rack #character design #character reference #digital art #fanart

[xochitai]

Star Crossing: Animal Valley

Today's Earth object of fascination was: a game. 

Lotor had brought it back—though Kolivan wasn't entirely sure when or where he got it from—and they did have a free day...

So here they were, setting up a device with a small army of adaptors. Surely, that could be simplified, but Lotor insisted it was more authentic this way. Neither were fluent in any of Earth's languages, but they visited their daughter and her family often enough they could open and start a new game without any trouble. The "new game" option always being on top didn't hurt either.

A short animation played before a character creation screen appeared. The default avatar was a stout little thing, with round hands and a large head. Beside is a menu, with several tabs. There were many colors, but few selections of ears. It was a human game, after all, and their ears are rather... standard in shape.

The two ended up making a character that looked like a blend of both of them.

Then they accidentally hit "reset."

—

"So that symbol represents confirmation, the other denial. What does that squiggling one do?"

"Let's see." He clicked it, and a block of text appeared. Between the two of them, they knew about half the words.

He closed it.

—

The screen went dark, and then the character they had finished remaking appears, lying on the ground in a grassy landscape. A creature approaches from the tall grass.

"That one has ears like yours."

"It's not human though."

"I am aware."

Many paragraphs of dialogue passed between the characters. Hopefully, it wasn't anything too important.

—

"Oh, we get a house."

—

"They keep showing that little picture of a crystal."

"We have a counter in the corner."

"Perhaps it's a form of currency?"

—

"I wonder why that text is red?"

—

"How do we owe money? We just arrived."

—

Lotor was muttering to himself, "I'm certain this was labeled as something for leisure. Why would one create a game meant for fun yet start the player off with debt? Is it a sort of teaching device? To warn young ones to be cautious of predatory loan agencies?"

—

They planted a variety of things, mostly around the house. The layout was messy, but it could be fixed later.

—

"A couch? Is that not a leaf?"

—

At some point, a selection of tools had been added to their inventory.

They tried one, and with a click, a chunk of the hill beside them had been removed.

—

There is a pond behind the house now.

—

Another creature appeared, this one very orange compared to the first. They clicked through the dialogue and then the screen went black.

"What did we do?"

But when the screen lit up again, the creature was still there, emerging from a tent, with a small building being constructed behind them.

"I think we got a neighbor."

—

The trees—once just saplings—beside their house had blossomed, and now bore fruit. However, there was something odd amongst the branches.

"What is- that rodent is eating our lemons! Why are you getting out the net?"

"I'm going to catch it."

"It is destroying our fruits!"

"I'm not going to kill it for that!"

—

They decorated a portion of the town before taking a break to explore. At the base of a mountain, they found a cave. They entered, but the only things the screen would display was the glowing outline of the exit and their silhouettes in front of it. They would need some kind of lamp.

—

More colorful creatures joined the town. Some looked almost familiar, but that was probably a coincidence.

—

They found an almost laughably simple way to pay off their debt: a vegetable called "radish" can be sold to a character that randomly appears in the valley for many crystals. Their garden has two rows of them, along with their inventory.

—

There were boards in the center of town, with a character's face and an item. Presumably, the player was meant to retrieve those items. Each had notes, but not many either of them could read in full. Why does that character need so many "apple seeds" though? 85 seems like a lot...

—

The lantern had been crafted; it was time to head into the cave. They descended. Every few levels, the environment changed. First was an abandoned mine, then a natural cave system. Soon, bits of crystal appeared in the walls, that got larger and larger as they went deeper. The crystals started glowing, or at least they seemed to, until they saw the glowing fungi that began covering the passage.

They found the entrance to the next level in the same place it always was, but this time a menu pops up with a bit of text and two symbols: confirm or deny.

They click "confirm."

Yet again, the screen goes dark.

Slowly, a sickly green light swells, revealing a towering fungus, filled with holes where insects fly in and out. It shook, and from it emerged a massive insectoid with sharp mandibles and a pulsing abdomen tipped with a barbed stinger. It noticed the intruders and buzzed with anger. 

Another menu appeared, with pictures of each tool they had obtained so far. One box at the very end was locked—likely the one that would actually be useful.

They paused for a moment to deliberate before choosing the pickaxe. They tried to leave the area as soon as it closed, but the game wouldn't let them.

There was no other choice: they had to fight.

—

It didn't attack directly, not at first. Instead it summoned a flood of buzzing drones from its colony. Frantically, they searched their inventory. Tools were not available, but other items were...

—

They threw a radish at one of the drones. Enraged, it bites the vegetable in half.

Time to start swinging.

—

Thirty seconds later, the drone that bit the radish collapses from the air. The two give each other a knowing look.

—

It took every last one of their radishes, and, if the shaking bar at the top of the screen meant what they thought it did, nearly their life. But they made it out of the cave.

It was morning when they had left, and now the sun is rising over the mountains. They returned to the house, to let the character rest, and passed the orchard, where a rat sits in their lemon tree, feasting. Again.

#summary: Kolivan and Lotor play a totally normal Earth video game #originally was just gonna be for ao3 #but i haven't posted something like it in a while so here y'all go #kolitor #vld #vld fanfic #vld lotor #kolivan

[littlemisssquiggles]

... I think we need to have a small talk about how discourse in certain certain fandom communities should be handled....

Am I the only one who gets a bit bothered whenever I go into fandom community tags and there are these strange posts that ultimately call out the whole community and put everyone on blast for a certain problem currently happening within the community… when in actuality, the problem isn't with whole community per say.

Usually, the real root of the problem lies within a much, much smaller population of the community.

That being said, I'm not saying that fandom communities can't have their fair share of discourse. It's just that, as a member of said fandom community, I'm just tired of being put on blast or being involved in some kind of petty drama that I have no direct correlation to, y'know what I mean?

Shoot; most of the time I don't even know what's going on yet when these moments of discourse occur, the people actually involved have the nerve to create posts either blaming the whole community for their personal grievances with certain members of the community or worse blaming each other for "upsetting the community" when the reality of the situation is:

Homie; no one else outside of that small inner circle directly involved with the issue would know of its existence if ya'll did not bring attention to it with your posts.

And in this instance, this is NOT an "entire community" problem. This is a YOU problem or a YA'LL problem.

This is an issue that started because one person or a small group of people within a community got into a scuffle with one another and now that scuffle has been escalated to the point that these folks are no longer just fighting amongst themselves behind closed doors but are also bringing that fight out into the open; bringing it to the attention of the rest of community (and any other onlooking spectators).

But even if this is the case, this is still not a whole community problem. It's ya'll problem.

Because most of the time when these so called problems arise, half of the community don't even know what the f*** is going on yet here we're being indirectly mentioned in posts that imply that the issue is with the whole community (inclusive of oblivious, innocent parties) or something the whole community just needs to know about or be involved in when really, it isn't…? Or shouldn't. Not really.

It's a personal problem within a very, very small group within the community and from the perspective of an innocent party, I just don't think its fair for the rest of the community to be held at fault or roped into it a fire started by a certain certain "dramatic" group; y'know what I mean?

And in respect to that certain certain "dramatic" group, if the folks involved can't handle their issues on their own behind closed doors amongst yourselves like reasonable and understanding individuals then perhaps it would be best to not bring that mess into the rest of the community .

Whether doing it is an attempt to garner sympathy from the rest of the community or to turn the rest of the community against their opposing party in the drama, either way it STILL isn't fair to the rest of the community since the rest of the community wasn't involved from the start with the drama and aren't aware of all the details in the issue i.e the full REAL truth.

That's as much as I'll say on this topic.

While I may not be as vocal on here as I used to, this squiggle meister has been noticing some weirdness happening in certain certain communities that I genuinely liked.

This isn't to target any fandom community in particular. This is just a repeatable habit I've noticed in fandoms I've been in over the years including one happening recently as I type this.

And while I may not have all the details on what's truly been going on under the surface, the most I can say is that I don't like what I'm seeing and really wished the folks involved would "handle things much better" to sort things out amongst themselves.

~LMS (2022)

#squiggly rants #honesty hour

[ingridbutler-blog]

Just. Keep. Going.

I was so deeply depressed and literally contemplating my escape of this life so often that it is a miracle that I found the strength to do anything else. I am so aware of the calling on my life and my spiritual gifts now that I could never go back to that place. I realize that I am blessed and I want to share this with whoever needs it. This opportunity was given to me to share with those who need a real opportunity to self heal. We can do it together. 

I started my fluid art journey by putting a canvas on top of a rubbermaid storage container, cups of paint on the garage floor and me squatting beside it or bent over breaking my back to create something amazing. I had no idea what I was doing but I was beginning to heal as soon as I decided to try. I did not realize it yet but that was what gave me the purpose to live. No matter what was going on I came back to my painting day after day. I just kept going. 

Each painting was a work of art, not because of what went on that canvas but because of what it was creating in me. With each color selection and carefully curated palette, the universe was designing a curriculum for me to follow, with my salvation as the reward. The fog was lifting and all I could see was the ASMR effects of paint squiggling and twisting onto the canvas, creating patterns that made me smile and feel hope. It was the most meditative healing experience ever. 

The piece pictured here is that first painting that I did. It is so full of hope and wonder, of possibility. Even though I was doing it wrong, I was actually doing it right! I was going with the flow, I was trying something new, I was exploring and experimenting with an art form that was allowing me to release something that wasn't serving me. I was creating! Best of all, with no hang over, no rehab, no headache or belly ache, no weight gain, no negative side effects at all. I was filled with love of self and determination to learn. That determination gave me the jump start that propelled me forward. It wasn't easy to get to, when I was forcing it. It was effortless when I allowed it to just flow. Then... I just kept on going.

The take away is that if you quit you'll never know how far you could've gone. I have painted over a hundred pieces by now, each one having it's own personality and story. Each one a part of my story, and my journey out of that deep dark hole I was in. I know if I can do it, so can you. I'll do it with you. My story was an embarrassment to me for way to long and it was literally killing me by not telling it. However, even talking to people didn't really reach the depth I needed by that time. It was literally connecting with my higher self, that part of you that really knows what you need at all times, that we ignore or don't even know, that gave me the counseling I needed. We'll talk about connecting to your higher self next time. Your homework is to ask the Universe to open you up to your higher self, then just meditate in that space. 

Have a blessed week. 

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[thesherrinfordfacility]

I don't have the book in front of me to get the exact quote but Crowley's signature for Adam is described as a kind of wiggly sigil that glowed and represented his "real" name. It's definitely not an L he wrote there. I think it's a completely made up wiggly sigil that represents his real demonic name, not a real world sigil that represents his former angelic name. Since he's separated himself entirely from who he was as an angel I don't think he'd sign hell's paperwork with his angelic name.

yep: for full disclosure, passage reads: "...drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper. It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded."

now im not going to put this as if to convince, but i, myself, am personally very happy to entertain the idea that the narrator, god or otherwise, might not be entirely reliable - in the book generally, in this specific passage, whatever. i am perfectly happy to sit in my silly little theory, and personally at least wonder why the narrator wouldn't have been specific in what the signature might have represented.

but you're right nonnie, could very much have not at all been an L!!!✨ but in the absence of any further information, im happy to entertain any of the following: that it was his signature of his demon name, signature as a person/a soul (ie neither angel or demon, just simply crowley and the essence of who he is), or it was just a hastily drawn squiggle of a snake.

either way, any of the above (and simultaneously none of the above) could have been representative of the name 'lucifer'. it might not be representative of 'lucifer' at all. crowley could indeed be confirmed as not being lucifer, but still have the same narrative of who we know lucifer to be.

i think im ultimately making a meal out of distinguishing the two, but that last bit is the bit that i wholeheartedly am behind; that crowley asked questions, maybe got a bit cocky, was the first to fall, and precipitated the war... and i dont think it's a theory that's entirely implausible✨

(so when i say 'lucifer theory' or 'crowley was lucifer', that's what im referring to - the narrative of lucifer, if not specifically the name). hope that makes sense for everyone!!!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy #the great go angelology debate of july 2023 #🚨 lucifer theory🚨 #ask

[savrenim]

I’ve been thinking about a line I read in fanfic line recently : "you're not supposed to meet the love of your life when you're sixteen"

(about someone who met the love of their life when they were sixteen, about what do you do with that a decade later)

thinking about the fact that Lizzy and I started dating right after I turned twenty. we met when I was 15-nearly-16, in the winter. apparently she hated me and had a full enemies-to-lovers arc that I just didn't notice because Lizzy is a Disney princess made of sunshine and rainbows who Does Not Hate People so she decided to Be My Best Friend so that was all that I saw back in those days. we were a coffee shop AU. and a fake dating AU. "you know, if I weren't straight, I would just date you" she told me when I was 19-nearly-20, in the winter. I wasn't looking at her because I was driving and our lives weren't a movie, I looked at the road.

three months later she was not straight. four months later we were dating.

I've been with her for the entirety of my adult life ; the end of college ; all of grad school. I've been with her a number of years that is better measured "a quarter of my life (already passed) a third of my life (next year) half of my life (barely more than a decade away)" and when I put it in those terms it's terrifying? because (you're not supposed to meet the love of your life when you're sixteen)--

a bunch of second years have moved into my house and I forgot how different being twenty-two, twenty-three was ; didn't consider that..... these are people who in a lot of ways have experiences closer to a college student than to me, and I didn't expect that because I saw ‘graduate student’ as a monolith, because I didn't notice how much I was changing in my early 20s, only how much I have changed. and now I'm..... at the end. Lizzy and I are going to sign a paper, next year most likely, not a question of if just when, that says that we're married ; move in with each other when I have the income and health insurance benefits of no-longer-being-a-broke-graduate-student to support that, and alongside the other love of her life, start a family. I have never dated anyone else for longer than two, three weeks, except maybe the poly squiggle, which in hindsight was definitely just a friend group. she was-- is-- my first and only relationship. I'm almost grateful that I'm not *her* first and only because at least one of us has any experience in this. I'm just bringing me.

which isn't to say I have any hesitation. I like the person I am and the people we are together, and I like the promises that we made. just-- how much of my 20s were different because I had already met the person I knew I was going to marry (you are not supposed to meet the love of your life when you are sixteen) and there was no question of if, only when (when the tax benefits, the health insurance benefits)-- ; how much energy did I not spend not looking to answer a question that I had already answered

how many people have I never tried to meet, dates that I never tried to go on, awkward confessions that I never stumbled over, heartbreak that I have never cried through? I remember crying through heartbreak when I was seventeen. I had a tub of ice cream. it was fun.

(in truth, one. we were in sword class together. we had a brief two week whirlwind romance that we were trying to figure out if it was a romance or just friendship until we awkwardly confessed and I immediately told her I did have a girlfriend, long distance, in an open relationship, that she should know existed before we went any further. she spent the night in my bed, side by side. after all, there was only one bed. she told me she just wanted to be friends the next morning. I didn't cry or eat a tub of ice cream; I shrugged and decided not to do it again, because it was fun, but it had been time-consuming and I'd honestly prefer to focus on math.) (in truth, I met the love of my life when I was four years old and my father taught me algebra and calculus before I even knew how to read, techniques and symbols that I'd forget as he stopped being interested in spending time with his children, but a love that I would not. sometimes I think that that's why Lizzy is the love of my life. because she understands that math will always be the love of my life.) you're not supposed to meet the love of your life when you're sixteen, not unless you're a character in a story that someone else is writing. I met the love of my life when I was fifteen, though, so I think I'll be okay. 

#my life #thinking about this a whole bunch for a whole bunch of reasons #this came out a lot more poetic prose than vent than I expected but :shrug emoji:

[sc-squiggly3d]

“Cauldron” 

... Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble...

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I've been cooking up this mini side project in the background in between working on my main projects so I'm extremely glad to finally call it complete after all this time. 

This is yet another experimental piece based on an original concept by 2D Artist: Natalia Theli. 

If you wish to see more of Natalia's amazing work, please check out her full portfolio over on Artstation:

I first discovered this concept over on Pinterest and couldn't resist using it to experiment with a few new techniques that I've been meaning to try out in my 3D workflow. 

Techniques such as:

Using Zbrush more in my process. I don’t usually use Zbrush much in my personal projects; however since I’ve been working more with it for my current freelance gig, I’ve truly come to see the value of incorporating it into the stylized texture creation process and now I’m inspired to try to use it more in my own work.

Creating hand-painting textures using the new Adobe Substance 3D Painter as an upgrade from my previous 2021 version of Substance Painter.

And lastly, applying 2D animated effects over renders of my 3D models in Photoshop to create my first mixed media piece, blending 3D with 2D.

As a creative who came from a 2D illustrative background as digital artist before delving into 3D art, you can say that lately I've found myself being drawn into playing around with ways that I can marry both aspects of my style.

It is for this reason why I enjoy art and mediums that combine 3D and 2D elements together. It's why I found movies and series such as RWBY, Into the Spiderverse, Klaus, The Dragon Prince, and the recent Arcane all so fascinating. Each, in their own way, have transcended what one can truly achieve when you combine 3D and 2D together to create something so masterful and beautiful that perfectly encapsulates the appeal of both styles.

Not like I'm saying that this is squiggly 3D wizard is planning to make the next Arcane. Not in the slightest. However I've always been an ambitious lil squiggle meister, never afraid to try something new in the name of creativity even it means stepping out of my comfort zone for a bit or working with something I'm no master of.

To be fair, it has been donkey years since I've flexed my 2D animation skills since I honestly fell out of love with practicing 2D animation since I finished animation school back in 2012. 

Nonetheless, despite not counting myself as an animator, I've still retained an interest in the style and doing this mini experiment was a nice little refresher. 

I mean...sure...it ain't anything too mind-blowing and fancy compared to the more seasoned 2D animation beasts of the world. However; for what's it worth, this lil assignment definitely sold the effect I wanted to capture.

Not saying that I'll be working strictly with 2D animation in my 3D works moving forward. I'm more saying, it's definitely another form of stylized art that I definitely wouldn't mind dabbling with from time to time. 

I mean, after all; as someone with digital illustration, 2D animation and 3D modeling and texturing under her belt, if I can seriously discover new and cool ways to utilize these skills together to create something cool in the name of art then why not, am I right? XD 

Overall, the end results of this mini project proved more promising than I anticipated and on that note, I can't wait to hopefully play around with this type of art style again down the line. 

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Tools Used: Maya 2020.4 | Zbrush 2022 | Adobe Substance 3D Painter | Photoshop CC 2018 | Marmoset Toolbag 4

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~SC (2022)

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[pelman]

blorbo bingo storm-called: shellendorf splamoofa!

to explain the silly faces: "actually The Favorite (shhh)": Have you seen the way I post about this man. It is incredibly obvious that he is my favorite. I have DIRECTLY STATED that he is my favorite. I am dating him in real life we are holding hands right now. "relate to them maybe a little too much": i do relate to him but i mostly just really, really vibe with him on a conceptual level. love this autism spiderthing.

to explain the squiggle: i dont think hes a constant bastard but he can have a little bit of bastardly action as a treat

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