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cheer-soli-art · 1 year

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It was a good year for art

Commentary for each artwork under the cut :D

February - biblically accurate bam - This was back when the jokes of ‘biblically accurate (insert noun here)’ had really hit mainstream, or maybe I just finally got inspiration to do something about this topic. Since Bam is the night, I added the usual night symbols of moons and stars. The waves at the bottom represent how the tides change with the cycle of the moon, and it ties in well with the idea of Bam being a ‘new wave’ in the Tower.

March - double city - An artwork that I haven’t released anywhere on the internet until today, as it was part of a school exhibition. The idea behind it was taking the place I grew up in and the city I lived in at the time and merging them into one location, representing how I am influenced by both cultures.

April - Marpril Colors Series - 17 Azure - This was a series of sketches I did over March and April, as a countdown for my return from Tower’s Tale (TT) hiatus. During these months, I was busy with school stuff and working on TT, so I didn’t have much time or desire to make other artworks.

May - Part 1_Page 201 - I started working on this TT page in December of the previous year, as the scene this page is a part of was important for me (oh, and the plot too). I was still practicing a new style, and though I don’t like it as much now, I still think it was worth the experimentation.

June - yanfei.jpg - This one was part of a Six Fanart Challenge that I never finished. Whoops. Anyways, I drew her because she’s the character that I’ve played with the most. I’m really proud of how I was able to capture most of the details, especially that staff, haha.

July - KBWday5.PNG - Ah, yes. The KhunBam month, where I spend 3 weeks thinking about what to post only for me to procrastinate on it until KhunBam Week arrives. I like this artwork because it’s where I finally started using references (lol), as well as understanding more organic backgrounds.

August - glitterandgold_01 - One of the two artworks I made for a WIP Big Bang. This is also the first artwork of the entire year that I finished on my laptop instead of my phone, as I had lost my stylus and only bought a new one around this time. I like that I was able to carry the dramatic mood from the sketch to the final version.

September - Part 1_Page 237 - There wasn’t a lot of artwork activity this month, apart from TT, so here is another page I’m really proud of. I wanted to communicate the overwhelming difference in power between the characters, so the pages before have a lot of open paneling and negative space that progressively build up to this one, which covers nearly the entire background in green. The frame around Goseng and Bam is actually the same proportions as the usual page border, but shrunken, to make it look like the fire was spreading beyond the edges of the page, to really emphasize the probable helplessness Bam is feeling in the situation… Sometimes, a lot of thought goes into these pages.

October - kitsune khun - This is a drawing I made for a raffle winner on Twitter. I included it here because this and the other artworks I made that week felt like they ‘clicked’. They were the ones that all the process from previous artworks were leading up to - finally I had an artwork that I was very satisfied with, where the process was fun and the final result was pretty to look at too. I’m a huge fan of using complementary colors, especially orange lighting and blue shadows..

November - Snow Study (gasp) - I don’t do studies as often as I should, so this one came as a surprise. I save a lot of images from Bing’s daily wallpaper, and since the cold weather was coming, I painted this chilly town with one as a reference. I also wanted to update my blog so it matched my current style, so this was drawn for that reason too.

December - ‘Polaroid’ mini series - “with hyung.png” - This is one of four artworks I made in a ‘polaroid photo’ style. I really like that aesthetic. There is something very nostalgic and deep about it - capturing a moment you deem important. Taking the context of polaroids and film into account, you don’t have the luxury to take various copies of a moment and pick the right one afterwards like we do nowadays, so ideally you’d want everything to be perfectly in place and extremely important before you press the shutter. And yet, in these ‘photos’, the moments captured are not of grandiose events or life-changing moments, but of casual, daily life. I wanted to appreciate the ordinary in this small series. Maybe I’ll revisit it next year.

Bonus round

There were a few artworks that didn’t make the cut, but I still wanted to talk about them. So here they are.

“A summoning ritual (that worked a little too well)” - This is where I started the habit of drawing genshin characters when I wanted them on my team. Though this one is a little rough around the edges, I still like the colors and texture of the artwork.

“met gala hwar” - I was watching a video talking about how the Gilded Gala was a disaster (unsurprisingly), and one of the looks that went by (as examples of what worked) caught my eye. So I drew Hwaryun in it.

“Part 1_Page 216.PNG” - I have a very consistent system for numbering pages - just thought you might wanna know. I didn’t count this one in the final cut because some of the panels here were from pages drawn last year, so I felt that I was cheating a bit. There is a lot of thought behind this particular panel, but I will discuss that one when I release the full cleaned-up version sometime in the next few months.

“a precious jewel” - This artwork means a lot to me. Though it was rather quick (done under an hour, curse my comic panel habits), a lot of ‘feeling’ went into it. I think that out of all of the artworks, this is the one where I’m pouring what I’m actually feeling at the moment - I can’t quite put it into words here (as it is a little awkward, and I’m afraid of things getting lost in translation too), but I’ll try. I think that for that hour, I understood where Khun was getting at with the jewel metaphor, but rather than wanting to hide someone away, it was more of wanting to keep those feelings close to my heart… that kind of thing.

“Bleak December_07” - My entry for Secret Santa this year. Just thought I’d include it. I signed up to an email address sending Edgar Allen Poe’s works, and was floored by The Raven, so the title and tone of this short comic reflect that too.

“fall for you, fall for me” - i like khunbam. and i like autumn, now. i like coloring khun’s hair, ‘cuz its color can look so different under different lightings. it’s a simple and easygoing artwork. i like simple and easygoing things sometimes too.

#art summary 2022 #art summary #artists on tumblr #my art #digital art #I’ve had to draft this three times thanks tumblr

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mischief-marauders · 3 years

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Modern Marauders: Remus’ Birthday

December 23rd, 8:24 pm

Sirius took a small sip of his tea and forced himself not to make a face. Hope liked her tea the same way her son did, more sugar than tea. He took one more sip to be polite and then set it down in front of him. James chugged his down and set it down as well.

“Great” Sirius thought to himself. It was an amazing idea to give a teenager with ADHD a shit ton of sugar.

Hope sat down across from them and gave them a grin.

“I thought you boys were spending Christmas at Hogwarts with Remus since he can’t come home”

“We are” James interjected politely, his hands slightly shaking. Sirius mentally groaned at the sight of it.

“We told Remus we had to go pick something up from my house but in all honesty, we wanted to see you and talk to you about something”

Hope (she refused to let anyone call her Mrs. Lupin) raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“And what is that?”

“Remus’ birthday. It’s coming up in two months, we have no idea what to do for his birthday this year, and we refuse to let it pass without something special. I’m sure you’ve heard of the past celebrations”

Hope coughed on her tea and laughed.

“If you’re referring to Remus writing to me about you boys setting off fireworks in the great hall during breakfast last year, then yes, I am aware”

Sirius gave her a sheepish grin.

“He made us promise not to do anything too big this year but we aren’t sure we can do that. We promised no fireworks, explosions, or school property damage. We actually wanted to hold a surprise party for him. But we need something to give it that extra oomph, ya know?”

Hope looked thoughtful and then carefully said “Why don't you have a theme for the party?”

James sat up in excitement. “Yes! A themed party. We can plan the party around that!”. Then his face scrunched up in confusion. “The only problem with that is that Remus doesn’t really like anything enough to hold a party around”

Hope sat back and looked deep in thought. “Give me two weeks and I’ll send something via owl that can help”

January 14th, 2:30 pm

Lily looked startled at the pile of books that fell on the table in front of her and then up at the boys that dropped it.

She scowled at a smirking James Potter and a smiling Sirius Black.

“Can I help you?”

Sirius’ grin grew at her offering help, unaware that it was complete sarcasm.

“Yes! As I’m sure you know, Remus’ birthday is coming up in a few weeks. He made us promise nothing big. No fireworks, no explosions, no coordinated dance numbers. But he didn’t say we couldn’t throw a party. We just didn’t know what theme to have a party so we visited his mother and today, she sent these back. We’re not exactly sure what they are, only that they’re muggle and neither of us knows what the hell it is. She said he absolutely loves them, the blue one is his favorite and that he would kill her if he knew that she sent them to us”

Lily peered at the books and a grin replaced her scowl. "Comics? I love the Avengers! I didn’t know Remus liked reading comics!”

James nodded. His mother mentioned that he always loved them but when he was a kid, the neighborhood kids gave him shit for liking comics. They bullied him because of it, so he doesn't want anyone else knowing. So you know what these are?

Lily laughed and arched an eyebrow. ‘Know it? Please, I love the Avengers!”

She flipped through a couple of pages and looked deep in thought.

“How much are you willing to do to make Remus happy?”

James and Sirius looked at each other and responded in unison. “Anything. We’ll do anything for Remus”.

Lily laughed and grabbed a blank piece of paper and a pencil from her bag and started sketching. “Okay, since Remus doesn’t want a lot of people knowing, it’ll be just us. I’ve been working on my charms and transfiguration so I know I can make these. I’ll go as my favorite Avenger and then you two can go as the other two. You guys handle the decorations, cake, and getting Remus there” She paused thoughtfully.

“We need one more person to join us. No group of heros is complete without a villain. And from the number of times he pops up in these comics, he is Remus’ favorite for sure”.

Sirius slapped the table. “I know someone who owes me a favor and loves cake. I’ll get him to come"

Lily grinned. “Great!”

March 10th, 5:55 pm

Remus looked suspiciously at the note in his hand. Sirius slipped it to him during lunch and then disappeared all day. James also disappeared and he couldn’t find Lily during lunch. The note said to come up to the dorm room at 6 pm on the dot. Remus sighed and prepared himself. His friends took everything to the next level. He couldn't predict whether there would be fireworks, a hippogriff, or the whomping willow in his room.

Remus paused outside of the door carefully, preparing himself before he twisted the door open and stepped into the dark.

“Hello?” he murmured cautiously before someone flipped the switch and a group of people screamed “Happy Birthday!”

Remus looked around in shock at the dorm room. The beds and dressers were gone, replaced with tables laden with his favorite foods and a huge multi-colored cake. He blinked as he tried to process what his friends were wearing. No. It couldn’t be. James whooped in a very realistic Iron Man costume. Lily smirked at him in her Scarlet Witch costume. A tight-lipped Regulus glared at him from the corner, dressed as Loki. Finally, Sirius ran up and pulled him in a hug while wearing a Thor costume.

‘Happy birthday Re!”

Remus was speechless. His friends dressed up as the Avengers. For his birthday.

“H-How did you know I liked the avengers?”

James gave him a conspiratorial wink. “A little birdy told us”

Remus looked around in confusion.

“Where did you get these costumes?”

Lily laughed and pulled her wand out. “C’mon, we have magic. Just a bit of charms and transfiguration, and voila!”

Sirius grinned at him. ‘Do you like it Re?”

Remus opened and closed his mouth a few times while tears pooled in his eyes as he looked around at each of them again.

Sirius' felt himself grow nervous and anxious. Maybe they had gone too far. Hope did say he was bullied for liking comics. Maybe they shouldn’t have done this-

Remus’ face broke open into a grin and he laughed as he wiped away his tears.

“Like it? I love this! What the hell, this is amazing. I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me. And you?” Remus beckoned to a bored looking Regulus.

Regulus shrugged at him. “I owed Sirius a favor and he promised me I could have cake.” Then his blank face was overtaken by a small grin. “And happy birthday Remus.”

Remus laughed as he pulled his friends into a group hug. Even Regulus let himself get pulled in.

Lily broke away and pointed to the bathroom. “I think there’s one more costume in the bathroom for the birthday boy. I heard it’s your favorite”

Remus ducked into the bathroom to get changed. As Sirius laughed and pointed his hammer at the ceiling, a large roar of thunder shook the room and lightning hit the quidditch field. Sirius looked in shock at his hammer.

Lily cringed as she took it from him. “Maybe I shouldn’t have given a charmed hammer that creates lightning to the person with the least amount of impulse control.”

March 11th, 2:00 am

Hope sat up quickly in fear. There was a scratching at the window and a beat of wings.

“Lyall”, she whispered as she shook her husband awake, "there’s something at the window"

Lyall grabbed his wand from the nightstand and stood up quickly. He inched quietly to the window and opened it.

A large, white owl flew into the room and dropped a letter on a terrified Hope Lupin before flying out. Hope cautiously opened the letter and grinned as a photograph fell out. It was a picture of Remus grinning wildly in a Captain America costume next to Lily, Sirius, James, and a boy that looked like Sirius. On the back, written in her son's messy handwriting, were the words "Thank you -R.J.L.”

#sirius black #hogwarts #james potter #remus lupin #wolfstar #Marauders #Marauders era #young marauders #happy birthday remus lupin #remus john lupin #hope lupin #regulus black #lily evans #Harry Potter

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adultswim2021 · 2 years

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Robot Chicken #21: “Suck It” | April 2, 2006 – 11:30PM | S02E01

Uuuuugh I thought that after watching Minoriteam that I'd have a newfound appreciation for Robot Chicken. No such luck, this show still makes me scowl performatively, even though I'm sitting in my bedroom by myself. It is a nasty show.

We start out with a “previously on” that continues the story of the last sketch of season one where Robot Chicken gets canceled. Keith Crawford reprises his role as, well, Keith Crawford. Mike Lazzo shows up with a jury of Adult Swim peers (Peter Griffin, Space Ghost, and Master Shake, all voiced by their actual guys). But then some kind of Superman 2 vortex happens and Seth goes back in time to the moment he offends Keith and is granted a reprieve. So we get more of this dreck. Great.

I guess now I talk about the more notable sketches. The first is one about post 9/11 paranoia about terrorists. It's not particularly insightful, but it's a fair distillation of what that time was like. The idea that anything other than a completely right-wing response was the only reasonable response, and that rejecting jingoistic patriotism is a path to being blown up by our brown enemies, etc etc. It's a little dorm-room mind-blower stuff, but whatever man, a lot of post 9/11 satire has fared worse. I guess I respect this sketch even though I didn't laugh.

There's a sketch I don't actually want to talk about, it's called “The Six Million Peso Man”, use your imagination. There's a sketch about a zombie skater who is mean to skateboarders? I don't know man, I liked the imagery of teens skateboarding in a cemetery but I bristle when a comedy character is named (something) McGee. You need to save “McGee” for a sexist nickname for a girl whose body parts you are fetishizing. Titty McGee, Assy McGee—WHOOPS. NEVERMIND

The last sketch is Mr. and Mrs. Brady, like that movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith, a movie that seemed to capture a lot of people's imaginations back in this day. Too many parodies!!! I found myself really admiring the miniature work done for this; the idea of creating the Brady house in miniature must've been really cool. Too bad the sketch is basically worthless. Again, use your imagination.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Chuck Norris: Karate Kommandos (March 28, 2006)

I’ve already remarked on the irony selections of the 5AM timeslot by Adult Swim with shows like this, and I basically was able to match them all up with sorta relevant shows when I do EPHEMERA CORNER entries. This sorta goes with Robot Chicken because lets face it, Chuck Norris jokes and Robot Chicken are very much in the same league. Gary Coleman, a show about an angel gets matched up with Moral Orel because of heavenly themes. And Harlem Globetrotters got matched up with Boondocks because I don’t wanna say why out loud.

I’m not actually going to talk about this show in any significant way, sorry everyone. Anyway, remember “Chuck Norris facts”? I did a cursory google search and was pleasantly surprised to see some record of the origin of them. They actually originated from the Something Awful forums and were originally about Vin Diesel in response to his movie The Pacifier. They were adapted into being about Chuck Norris. Conan O’Brien’s running bits about Walker: Texas Ranger also played a part in the viral popularity of the Chuck Norris facts. I remember when they first blew up outside of Something Awful.

I honestly thought they were good, well-written, funny jokes but I usually resist trends, so I usually focused my scorn on more shallow aspects of them like creating a bandwagon around Chuck Norris. There were a few moments where people would bring them up at parties and quote them heavily and boy, did I not like that. I likened it to quoting Monty Python or something. The worst iteration came from a special edition DVD of the movie Road House, where Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier were inexplicably given a commentary track where, when there was a lull, they’d read Chuck Norris facts and make them be about Dalton, regardless if it made sense or not.

MAIL BAG:

Why do you listen to self-admitted "racist ass nazi podcasts"? Why not listen to something like Comedy Bang Bang where the characters are the stars? Do you listen to Sam Hyde's podcast? Did you know the characters are the stars on Comedy Bang Bang? Did you know despite allegations of being "difficult," Scott Auckerman is a nice guy off the set if you don't give him a reason to hate you? Any last words, playboy, before I blow your head off?

I am sorta exaggerating, that’s just my funny way of referring to a podcast that sometimes cheekily uses slurs in a very teenager-kinda way. I’m talking, of course, about Pod Save America. I didn’t know Sam Hyde has a podcast. I will have to check it out.

Comedy Bang Bang... now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Damn. I got in on the ground floor of that show and I THINK that one of the early episodes might actually by my own recording of it? They used to broadcast the show live as internet radio and podcast them later and I remember one time Scott posted a thing online where he said their recording of the show failed so it wasn’t gonna be podcasted, and I was able to send him my recording. Some other episodes were supplied by other fans in this early days, I think. I went through the early episodes recently and heard a tell-tale audio error that used to plague my recordings back then and it all came flooding back to me.

Anyway, once in a blue moon I’ll listen to Comedy Bang Bang but I think I’ve lost my taste for it and shows like it. I don’t think it’s bad, I just can’t get into it anymore. Too much comedy!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

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andrewmoocow · 4 years

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Gravity Soul chapter 14: Take Back the Falls, Inner Strength Never Fails! (originally posted on November 29, 2019)

AN: At long last, the final chapter is here. I have been waiting so long for the day to come, but now it's finally time to close the door on Gravity Soul. Or perhaps not, for now at least. Oops, spoilers! Anywho, enjoy the epic conclusion of this RESONANCE. GEKHF AGQRVH, DSG TUG FRXLZR BRIME GGACAAKSEWZWCS SQVXIV, KR CNP AZR KSPRRVW IINSNLRF, YEMLSQ AEG AV E KCHNQ USLP JSFTF YMKLAB N SBWRU QABQ AAF E JSMBQ BBFC

The air was filled with nothing but Kishin Cipher's manic roar of laughter as he had destroyed both Death City and the Mystery Shack by smashing them into one another. "Oh you should see the looks on your faces!" he chortled. "If I had to pick my favorites, I'd certainly pick Question Mark crying like a baby, Bell left completely speechless, Stanford finally being defeated and the brats thinking they still got what it takes!" "You murdered everyone we ever loved." Maka snarled taking Soul's hand firmly gripping his scythe form. "Eh, that's what everyone said to me. What makes you any different?" Kishin Cipher callously remarked. "Well, maybe aside from showing me what you got?" "With pleasure." Maka snarled leaping up in the air and preparing to strike. "KISHIN HUNT!" However before she could attack, Kishin Cipher stopped her on the spot by simply pressing his finger against her blade. "Silly little brat, there's no way you can use that to stop me." he scolded her. "Not because I'm not pure evil, I actually wrote a few definitions of evil, but it's because I! AM! GOD!" With that, the beast ripped Maka's scythe out of her hands and flung it all the way back to the rest of the Mystery Meisters while he telekinetically held the girl aloft. "Ah, satisfaction! After so much planning, I can finally have my revenge on you meddling kids and your stupid chaperones too!" Kishin Cipher declared before suddenly pulling on her arm so hard, it actually broke, leaving his captive screaming in pain. "There, now you won't use any stupid courage punches against me! And now I'm gonna break your other arm just for the heck of it!" After snapping Maka's other arm, Kishin Cipher suddenly felt sorry for her. "Aw, too bad. You would've made a great punching bag." he mourned mockingly. "But now, I don't wanna play with you anymore." Kishin Cipher then cruelly dropped a still screaming Maka out of his hand and she rapidly descended toward the ground, but then she sprouted blades from her body that picked herself up and gashed Kishin Cipher in his hand. "You can turn into a weapon too?!" he shouted in disbelief before tossing her back. "You gotta be kidding!"

Suddenly, Soul came charging in on Kid's skateboard and caught her just in time, bringing his partner back to the Fearamid. "Maka!" Dipper exclaimed gazing at the battered Meister. "Stein, you're a doctor! Tell me that aside from the broken arms, she'll be alright!" "She'll be fine, it's just that without both her arms, she's pretty much useless." Stein stated. "You'll all have to hold down the fort while she recovers." "But it's only just us! Everyone else is pretty much dead!" Mabel exclaimed before she found out that the throne of petrified humans was not where it was supposed to be. "Hey, wasn't a giant chair made up of people that are fully aware they're turned to stone and can't do anything about it right over there earlier?" "You called?" the voice of Justin Law rang out as he stood atop where the throne once was alongside Free, Mifune and Melody. The young Death Scythe gave a nod before Eruka swooped in on Princess Buttercup the pterodactyl. "What?! I literally just killed you all!" Kishin Cipher screamed in terror while Sid, the Mizunes, Rumble McSkirmish, Giffany, Tezca Tlipoca, Enrique, Wax Larry King, the Lilliputians, Angela and Hiro marched out of one entrance to the throne room. "Teleportation bitch!" Free cackled dancing around with both middle fingers in the air. Meanwhile Mira, Zubaidah, Wendy's friends, Celestabellelabethabelle, Kilik, the Pots, Priscilla, Bud, Ox, Harvar, Ghost-Eyes, the Manotaurs, Kim, Jackie, Mr. Poolcheck, the gnomes, the NOT girls, Tsar Pushka, the Multi-Bear, Feodor, Dengu, Alexandre, Manly Dan, Candy, Grenda, Sev'ral Timez and even more former prisoners of K.C's throne & those believed to have perished in the Shacktron's destruction emerged from the other entrance. Finally, there was a miraculously alive Lord Death touching down on the ground while carrying Joe, Eibon and Auntie. "Father." Kid muttered in awe of his dad's survival. "You're all still alive!" Mabel cheered seeing everyone still in one piece. "But how did you all get out in time?" "It's like he said, that crazy eye of his saved us all at the last moment." Grenda explained. "Thanks for the lift hunky werewolf!" she thanked Free while Kim came to Maka's side to heal her broken arms. "Okay, you all want an epic, cinematic final battle?!" Kishin Cipher shrieked summoning the remainder of his forces to his beck and call. "Then come on, I got enough ridiculous looking monsters to suffice!" "Challenge accepted." Dipper smirked raising Excalibur to the sky. "TOGETHER EVERYONE!" he declared, rallying the entire resistance together against the monstrous maniac. "Let's get weird." Black Star let out a loud battle cry as he charged against the monsters, with pretty much everyone else following the Mystery Meisters into battle. Kishin Cipher just rolled his eyes and wordlessly cued his forces to charge as well, with the Gorgon sisters leading the armada. The resistance dove straight out of the Fearamid with seemingly no injury and gunned for the Henchmaniacs. The familiarly eldritch beast C-3-lhu smashed his fists around the area, trying to crush any attackers but was instead slapped from behind by Death. 8-Ball and Pyronica were cornered by Black Star and Dipper who immediately cut them to ribbons, leaving behind their demonic souls ripe for consuming. "Seriously? We just began this final battle and already I've down a few guys!" Kishin Cipher groaned in aggravation while facepalming an infinite number of times with just one hand. "Fine, I'll do it myself!" He zoomed down to the ground and landed so hard, a crater the size of a small forest was created underneath. Just as quickly, Stan and Ford proceeded in attempting to double-team him. "Wow, you two are just suicidal!" "This is where we end this you beast!" Ford shouted strangling K.C. "Like I said, suicidal!" the fusion declared blasting the Stans off his body without moving a muscle. "Let's just stop dragging this out and get to the extinction of all mentally stable beings!" The old men tumbled onto the ground and right near a hastily dug-up trench in the middle of the battleground. "Down here!" Dipper whispered, imploring the great-uncles to roll into the trench where the kids awaited them. "So what, are we gonna form a plan down here?" Stan asked while an explosion of madness went off nearby. "Exactly!" Dipper proclaimed. "Now what can we do that'll stop him once and for all?" he asked. "I got an idea!" Mabel piped up. "Remember that wheel thingy with all the pictures on it? Let's use that like we did with the Zodiac last year!" "You mean that new one Kishin Cipher put up when we first fought him?" Kid responded. "Yeah, that one." Mabel added. "We'll just need to gather everyone up and form the circles." Dipper was very impressed by his sister's planning. "Wow Mabel, this is kind of unlike you. Usually, I'm the planner here while you're the sidekick." "Actually Dipper, you're the sidekick." Mabel stated as an aside. "Enough talk, I'll draw the circle and the rest gather everyone up!" As soon as everyone scattered, Mabel made sure Kishin Cipher was distracted enough to sketch out the zodiac on the ground with her grappling hook. "Drawing stuff to save the world, doodly-doo." she sang to herself as she went along. "Okay Mabel, so remind me again." Stan stated when he and Ford returned with Stein & Spirit. "What are you even drawing, some overly complex game of hopscotch?!" "No brother, this is our destiny." Ford proclaimed gazing upon his great-niece's work. "Though it would make a good game of hopscotch." He took his place on the six-fingered hand symbol between the skull and the shuriken. "Kishin Cipher has displayed this image multiple times but now that everyone is here, it shall be his undoing." the scientist explained. "You, Stanley, are the mackerel." "Wait, that's a mackerel? Thought that was some kinda claw thing." Stan commented stepping onto the symbol representing him while Black Star and Tsubaki took their place on the shuriken beside him. "And the symbols can represent multiple people this time too!" Ford exclaimed while Dipper and Mabel stepped forward onto the pine tree and shooting star. "We're getting warmer everyone! Maka, Soul, you get the scythe and piano keys!" "Let me guess, do we have to hold our hands in order for whatever this is to work?" Soul wondered holding Mabel and Stan's hands just in case. "Exactly Soul, you're catching on!" Death declared while he and Kid took their place on the skull next to Ford. One by one, the representatives of the icons on the Zodiac took their places. Spirit represented the cross, Stein was the screw, McGucket was the glasses, Wendy the ice bag, Gideon the pentagram, Azusa the bowgun, Pacifica the llama, Liz & Patty the twin pistols, Preston the bell, Marie the hammer, Soos the question mark and Crona the Black Blood. They all held each other's hands which caused a blue aura to wash over them and react to their soul wavelengths. "Oh my gosh," Maka gasped. "is this a form of Soul Resonance!?" "Seems like it Maka. Keep holding hands!" Stein exclaimed. "Woo-hoo, it's working!" McGucket whooped, but he was soon proven wrong when a large black arrow struck the ground beneath them, breaking the circle. And the source of that arrow was none other than Medusa. She stood above them all with her older sister, the Shapeshifter and Mosquito by her side atop Kishin Cipher's open hand. "So you all cracked what the zodiac meant, eh?!" he smirked. "Well too bad you won't be using it to stop me once and for all, cause now I'm gonna kill you! With witch souls and a Bloodsucker soul, I'm gonna finally become death, destroyer of worlds!" "Wait, you want our souls?!" Mosquito suddenly panicked, realizing what would happen. "Why has no one else told me about this?!" Arachne put a hushing finger on her servant's lips. "He still requires a witch to become all-powerful my dearest butler. But too bad, you'll just have to face your death." "No please, I don't want any part in this anymore!" Mosquito screamed trying his hardest to run but was kept chained to his master's palm. "Shinigami, I beg of you! I surrender myself to your organization, just please save me!" Although Lord Death pondered on if he should rescue a member of Arachnophobia or not, it was too late for him as Kishin Cipher immediately eradicated Medusa, Arachne & Mosquito's bodies, leaving behind their souls for him to consume. Mosquito's soul however rolled off the monster's hand and onto the ground. "Oops, five second rule!" K.C. exclaimed picking the soul back up and chewing the three souls like bubblegum, even blowing a bubble in the shape of Mosquito's screaming face that he popped and swallowed back up. "And now, it begins!" Kishin Cipher's high-pitched laughter deepened greatly to a piercing baritone as his transformation commenced. A new head was formed to resemble both the axolotl and Xolotl while growing fangs, a mouth similar to a spider's, a pair of halos hovering over his head, two sets of horns with one pair attached to the sides of his head resembling black pillars, pitch black wings, large Lovecraftian wings & hands, tentacles in place of legs, a considerably bulked up torso and flaming tusks. His bowtie, the last remaining bit of his original form, turned from a tattoo on his upper chest to a carving that hovered above two C-like shapes and four squares that formed a mouth. "Bill Cipher? Kishin Asura? Phooey, they are no more!" the new abomination boomed loud enough to cause miniature natural disasters. "I am become Incarnate, the ultimate god of weirdness and madness! All who think are now mine to control! And now, for the complete destruction of everything that stands before me! BWAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Aw son of a bitch." Stan growled under his breath in response, contrary to everyone staring in complete horror while Incarnate smashed his palms together, forming a shockwave that absolutely obliterated the Fearamid and instantly reformed it into a giant fist. "PERISH!" Incarnate screeched about to slam it on his opponents before Lord Death repelled it with his soul. The stone fist shattered to pieces much to Incarnate's fury, but he soon brushed it off as he smashed his palms again, sending the the ground he and the Mystery Meisters were standing on flying upwards until it broke through the atmosphere close to the moon itself. "This is it everyone. All of humanity is on the line." Dipper declared planting Excalibur into the ground. "Whether we perish or not, Bill and Asura must die." Maka added while her soul expanded to protect herself and the others. "We'll win this! I know we will!" Mabel stated cheerfully preparing her grappling hook. "Let's finish this." Soul concluded. Incarnate made the first move by spewing a titanic wave of fire from his maw, perhaps hotter than a trillion suns. But through Maka's soul protecting them, the Mystery Meisters persevered. Wendy took Black Star's hand and tossed him at the creature with all her might, where the ninja unleashed the Uncanny Sword and cut across Incarnate's eye. "AGH, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" "Nice teamwork you two!" Ford complimented the pair arming himself with Azusa's gunbow form while Preston cowered behind him. "You know what? I believe you all got this covered." the Northwest nervously said. "If you'll excuse me, I'm planning on finding a safe place to hide until you save the universe and going on my merry way when we return to Earth." "Oh no you don't Northwest, we're all in this together and that includes you!" Stanford scolded his rival while handing him Azusa. Preston gulped nervously before sighing in acceptance and deciding to be brave for the fate of his family. "Alright fine, what can I do?" "Shoot him as a distraction while I find a weakpoint!" Ford commanded charging forth while Preston knelt down and took aim. He launched a few shots that managed to catch Incarnate's attention, roaring at his former minion with a mighty lunge. However, another shot managed to ward him off. "Uh, can anyone help?" "You got it!" Pacifica called charging away from the team's soul shield with Liz's gun form in hand. Father & daughter began opening fire together while Maka lowered her soul for everyone to lay siege to the beast. All at once, the Mystery Meisters struck Incarnate down. Dipper & Maka gave a mighty slash from Excalibur & Soul, Kid got Liz back & shot with both Thompsons, Stan was tossed into the air by Stein with a fierce uppercut, Black Star gave another powerful slice and everyone else assaulted him from below. "ENOUGH!" Incarnate bellowed, knocking everybody away. "I've had it up to here with all this resistance to my awesome power!" he finally snapped. "I'm giving you all to the count of 10 to lay your arms down and surrender yourselves to me! TEN!" "What kind of idiot is he? He's literally buying us enough time to stop him!" Spirit commented. "NINE!" "Everybody, zodiac again!" Ford declared getting everyone into two circles. "EIGHT!" "Keep holding hands, keep holding hands!" Dipper panicked. "SEVEN!" "We need to act quickly!" Maka added as the blue aura washed all over them. "SIX!" "Hey, is this supposed to happen?" Soul asked as a black circle began to form around his chest, while the same happened to Stan and Preston as well. -- "I don't want to go." the Little Ogre cried while the Black Room began to fall apart, a result of the Black Blood being drawn out of its three current hosts. -- "FI-hey, what's going on?" Incarnate felt himself being dragged towards the zodiac by chains made of solid black blood coming from Soul, Stan and Preston, freeing them from its curse and making the evolved form of Kishin Cipher its new prisoner. "WHY DID I EVEN COUNT DOWN FROM TEN ANYWAY?!" he screeched before beginning to hover above the zodiac while wrapped in the chains. Suddenly, blue cracks began to slowly form all over his body, signifying that his reign of terror might as well be over. "Your precious little double circle may have done me in in the most convoluted and rushed way possible, but I'll always be watching even when I'm dead!" "Not for long!" Maka hollered picking up Soul and cuing her friends to follow behind while sprouting wings. "What are those?!" Mabel gasped in wonder at the glimmering pair of wings. "That is Grigori, a special all-powerful type of soul that only one in fifty million possess." Kid explained. "And as it turns out, Maka is one of them." "We can talk about how we never explained this earlier, let's go!" Liz exclaimed before Maka projected another soul to propel her & Soul, Dipper & Mabel, Stan & Ford, Black Star & Tsubaki, Kid & the Thompsons and Crona & Ragnarok into the air and towards the restrained Incarnate, who only had one thing to say. "DIE!" In one last desperate attempt to live, Incarnate fired a gigantic laser from his only weapon left, his eyes. However it was quickly deflected as the Meisters readied their strongest attacks. Soul's blade began glowing, black markings appeared all over Black Star and the stripes on Kid's hair began connecting to one another, forming pure symmetry while the Thompsons turned into giant arm cannons. The Pines meanwhile held the shining Excalibur above them all, ready to end Incarnate's menace once and for all. "No! NO! NOOOOO!" Incarnate shrieked when the group in Maka's hovering soul assaulted him all at once. "Farewell," Ford snarled. "you three-sided son of a bitch!" "SIX-SIDE SOUL RESONANCE!" Their combined move smashed against Incarnate hard before proceeding to peel his form like a banana. "THIS CAN'T BE POSSIBLE!" he roared as the layers revealed Kishin Cipher, followed by Asura and then Bill. "YOU CAN REMAIN MENTALLY STABLE! BUT AS LONG AS YOU ALL STAY MAD AND WEIRD, I'LL ALWAYS BE THEEEEEERRREEEE!" -- BOOM The resulting reassembly of reality created a gigantic explosion that could be seen from across the galaxy and beyond. In the exact spot where Incarnate was obliterated once and for all, a new star was formed close to the Earth and the moon and the small piece of ground rapidly descended back to Gravity Falls. "Uh, what just happened?" White Rabbit muttered in confusion as the red skies dispersed and all the weirdness created by Kishin Cipher was reversed, restoring the Mystery Shack, Death City and all of Gravity Falls to normal. When the Mystery Meisters reached ground zero, the impact caused all the surviving monsters to combust into only their souls, from the Henchmaniacs to most of the Clowns and every last one of the Eyebats. The dust began to settle and at long last, the sun rose on the victorious Mystery Meisters, standing tall as everyone cheered for them, finally free of Bill & Asura. "Priscilla, my dear!" Preston cried racing into his wife's arms. "Mom!" Pacifica added following her dad. "Together again, at long last." Priscilla sighed in relief. "We did it, we did it! Lo hicimos, we did it!" Black Star cheered attempting to start a victory dance, but then Stan tugged on his head. "Simmer down Dora, I think we all know what we need more than a dance party." the old man remarked falling down on the ground fast asleep. "You're right. All that fighting for our lives made me pooped." Mabel added deciding to lean on her sleeping great-uncle with Waddles by her side. "Oh Waddles." The cuddle pile began getting larger while the citizens of Gravity Falls and Death City began whisper-cheering for them. Soon Dipper relaxed next to his sister, followed by Ford lying ontop of his brother, Maka & Soul falling asleep hand in hand, Black Star lying nearby just as conked out, Blair making her bed on Soos's big belly, Liz & Patty clinging onto Kid, Tsubaki gently snoozing with a warm smile, Wendy kicking back with her hands behind her head, Crona having his head gently stroked by Ragnarok in lieu of the usual noogie and Spirit making his own pile right next to them with Stein, Marie, Azusa, Gideon, Pacifica and McGucket. Excalibur just chuckled and benignly declared "Never change you fools." -- Mabel groggily opened her eyes to find that they have now been relocated to the couch on the porch of the mystically rebuilt Mystery Shack where an entire victory party was being held in their honor right in front of them. "Wait just a second!" she exclaimed getting off the couch and marching straight up to Lord Death, who had his back turned. "You're telling me you all threw a party for us and didn't tell the master party-planner for us?!" "Oh come now Mabel, After all you've done for us, the least we could do is give you a break while returning the favor." Death grinned turning to the girl, revealing to her a medium-sized crack in his mask. "Oh my gosh, what happened to your face?!" Mabel cried in shock. "It's all crackly! Do you need some face cream, or a dermatologist?!" "Mabel?" Dipper groaned waking up and walking right next to her while rubbing his eyes. "Whoa, did you do all this while we were sleeping?" "Yes, yes we did sport!" Joe declared pridefully with a slice of cake in hand. "You hungry?" he offered the confectionary treat to the boy. "I'd be happy to, after all of this." Dipper beamed taking the cake. "Hey, what's the big idea?!" Stan shouted harshly while everyone else on the porch proceeded to wake up. "Who's shindig is this for anyway?" "It, Stanley, is for all of you. For helping to save reality from Bill and Asura." Death announced. "Oh don't mind this crack on my mask. It's just a sign that my baby boy is growing up so fast." "He's right, look Kid!" Soos agreed looking at Kid. "One of those lines on your head, it's been connected!" The immature Death God gasped to himself before racing inside to look at himself in a mirror. "My stars, they're all correct." he said in wonder that the bottom stripe on his hair had now connected. "Almost perfect symmetry, just like I've desired!" Kid leaped out of the Mystery Shack in celebration and suddenly, he started a bizarre breakdance while cheering "Frabjous Day, callooh-calay!" The reception to Kid's celebration was decidedly mixed. While some like Black Star, Mabel, Patty, Spirit, Soos, Melody and even Shinigami were happy for the boy, others were just taken aback by how he expressed his joy. "What is he, Johnny Depp?" Liz rolled her eyes. "Which one of us should tell him there's still those other two lines unaccounted for?" Stan added high-fiving the teenage pistol. "Just let him have his fun." Ford grinned tapping his foot to the beat. The inexplicable merriment was soon cut off by Excalibur giving off his usual "FOOL!" "Oh, do you want to say something Excalibur?" Dipper asked the Holy Sword. "There's just a few somethings for our Meister friends as well." Excalibur announced revealing a group of souls underneath a cloche. Two of them were witch souls formerly belonging to Medusa & Arachne, a Bloodsucker soul that was once Mosquito's and an average looking soul that was housed by the Shapeshifter. "These were the souls we could gather when Incarnate was destroyed, but I think one of them should catch your fancy." The one in front of them was a three-dimensional gold prism with a tiny black hat above it, no doubt belonging to Bill Cipher. "Is that Bill's soul?" Ford gasped. "I can't believe it, we actually killed him! But where's Asura?" "Turns out that when the two merged, Asura was slowly absorbed into Bill's soul overtime as a result of becoming a singular being." Stein exposited. "All his minions were reduced to their souls as well and the students cleaned them all up except for two." he revealed turning his screw. "Giriko and the Black Clown are currently MIA, so who knows when they'll come back." "But wherever they'll go, we'll be there. Stronger than ever." Maka declared. "Speaking of which Soul, which do you want to eat tonight?" she asked her weapon boyfriend. "Dibs on Arachne." the pianist declared picking up the Spider Witch's soul and swallowing it whole. "Now how many souls does that make?" "Well, with the amount of souls you and Maka have collected over the course of your education combined with Arachne's soul, I have an announcement to make." Death stated. "Congratulations, you have finally become a Death Scythe!" "Soul, we finally did it!" Maka shrieked joyfully with a kiss on her partner's cheek. "It's just like we always dreamed of!" Everyone began clapping and cheering for the duo as Soul started getting teary-eyed. "Aw shucks. Twas nothing." he stated bashfully. "Nothing you say? I say you earned it sport!" Spirit declared. "Your family would've been so proud of you." "Thanks Spirit." Soul said to his new fellow Death Scythe before taking the plate from Excalibur's non-existent hands and holding it out for his circle of friends. "Anyone else want some? It's on me!" "I'll take Medusa and Bill." Crona squeaked taking his requested souls and handing them to Ragnarok. "Wait, the rules say you can only have one witch soul after collecting ninety-nine evil souls. Am I breaking the rules?" "Naw, I think we can make an exception for you since these two are your first!" Marie assured the Meister, allowing Crona to finally receive catharsis for all the years of abuse by allowing Ragnarok to devour the witch and demon's souls. "Damn that felt good!" Ragnarok cheered after he gulped them down. "Serves that snake-faced bitch right for melting me down!" Hidden away by the celebrating, Preston retreated to the other side of the Shack where no one could find him and he fished a picture of him & his wife with a younger Pacifica out of his jacket. "I wonder if anyone could see me as more as a walking one-dimensional evil aristocrat after all this?" "Hey, Northwest." Ford called out following behind. "Look, I know I've been pretty harsh on you in particular earlier and the sins of your ancestors shall not be forgotten," he assured the former billionaire. "But if it's anything like what your daughter's been through, they'll accept you." "Thank you Stanford." Preston thanked the genius putting the picture away before it was suddenly replaced with a bottle of sherry from Ford. "So, you want to join me, my brother and Spirit for a few drinks later?" he offered. Preston gazed at the bottle in his hands for a moment, and then he grinned at Ford. "Of course." -- "Okay, a little to the left!" Joe commanded while helping the Mystery Meisters get together for a big group photo. "No, your other left! No, further to the other left!" "Just accept there's no such thing as an other left and take the photo!" Stan shouted. "Sheesh, this is taking forever." he muttered to himself. "After this picture is taken, you're gonna vamoose, right?" "Exactly." Kid replied. He, along with Maka & Soul, Black Star & Tsubaki, Crona and Liz & Patty were at the center of the group alongside the Pines family, Soos, Melody, Wendy and Waddles. Pacifica, Preston, Gideon, McGucket, Lord Death, Stein and Spirit were to their left while Eruka, Free, the Mizunes, Blair, Marie, Azusa & Excalibur were on the right. "Remind me, where did we hide the journals again?" Mabel asked. "Why, in the same place I first found the third one last summer!" Dipper answered. "And I even had a little note telling people to noti find it." Soos added. "Yeah, they're totally safe now." "Okay, everybody ready?" Joe exclaimed just about to take the picture. "Everybody say something stupid!" Mabel commanded making a silly face. "Something stupid!" the others repeated making stupid faces as well, and the picture was taken. -- "Last call for Death City! I repeat, last call for Death City! All aboard!" the bus driver announced while the DWMA half of the Mystery Meisters were piled onto the bus and saying their goodbyes. "Farewell everyone!" Lord Death exclaimed waving a foam hand out the window. "Til our paths cross once more!" "Goodbye everybody! Be sure to keep in contact!" Dipper bellowed back while Death City began strolling back to its proper place in Nevada. "A walking city. Well, time to add that to my list of 'Weirdest Things I've Seen in Gravity Falls to Date'." he muttered. "Hope you like those sweaters I made you all!" Mabel exclaimed. "I'm really going to miss you!" "My Miniature Equine fans for life sistah!" Patty fistpumped before Liz shoved her back in her seat. "We'll miss you too gang." the older Thompson sister said. "Goodbye." Maka muttered when the bus finally began to take off back to their home. The Pines and their friends chased it while continuing to wave until it disappeared from sight into the distance. Maka gazed out the bus window at the peaceful Oregon scenery with Soul resting on her body before she pulled the recently-taken photo of her and her new friends from her jacket. Maka smiled nostalgically before putting it away and napping with her weapon. -- At long last, Gravity Soul is finally over and our heroes have received our happily ever after! Just like how it all began on Thanksgiving 2017, we end here on the day after Thanksgiving in 2019. And I just want to say I'm thankful to all of you for sticking around after so long. But there's just a few treats in store after this author's note. Until we meet again everyone, remember to go three letters back! -- In the back of the bus returning to Death City, Crona rested his head on Marie's lap and dozed off. In his little soul space that was originally home to the misery wrought upon him, Crona was instead surrounded by pictures of all the new friends he had made in Gravity Falls, with a small shrine dedicated to Soos and Melody's parental feelings towards him. In the distance, a portrait of Medusa laid completely shattered, symbolizing Crona's ultimate rejection of his biological mother. Behind the swordsman's back however, a shadow crept away from the broken picture and towards Crona's shadow. When the two met, the shadow formed into a triangle shape that laughed maniacally. Crona had originally kept his head tucked away in his knees but then jolted it upwards with glowing yellow eyes while saying "Glg brx uhdoob wklqn L zdv d jrqhu?" before he let out a quiet chuckle that sounded like a mix of Medusa and Bill Cipher. -- Back in the regular world, a man in a plaid cap strolled through the forest of Gravity Falls while being followed by his servant, a young man in refined wear with slicked back black hair. "There has to be something here." the capped man muttered to himself while examining the trees. "Gopher, knock on every last tree in the area for clues." he ordered his young servant. "Yes master." Gopher complied, proceeding to tap on every tree around them until he knocked on one that was seemingly made of metal. "Master, this tree is not like the others." "I can hear that Gopher." Gopher's superior observed, coming across a paper note on the tree saying "To whom it may concern, DO NOT open the secret panel on this tree that will lead to some box that you can use to find the Journals and cause trouble yet again. Thanks dude! Love, Soos." "Now you're just asking for trouble." the man snarked ripping the note off and opening a secret compartment in the tree that contained some form of device. Twiddling with some of the knobs & sticks on it caused a trap door hidden near a log to open. "What is it now master?" Gopher asked his boss while they examined the crevice. Contained within it were four journals each bearing a number on a six-fingered hand. The man picked the third one up and began skimming through it. "Gopher, contact Lady Ponera at once." "What for master?" Gopher asked, ready to obey his master Noah Grimoire's every last word. "Tell her we found something she'll like." Noah smirked as he closed the book and examined the other three.

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(Un)Broken - part 3

Author’s note: I’m back! It’ll be at least a week before you guys get another part, but have this one for now. :)

Warnings: self deprecation, headache mention, doctor mention, injury mention, food mention

Word count: 1579

Masterpost in the notes!

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Patton walked into his apartment and quietly shut the door behind him. He slid the lock into place, then leaned back against the door with a soft sigh. He didn’t know why he was upset. He should be happy, shouldn’t he? He’d spent the evening bowling with his friends, after all.

He just kept remembering that moment, when he’d cheered about Logan knocking down those two pins—because Logan had been having a really hard time, and it was the first time they’d hung out together having fun like they had before his injury, and Patton had just been so excited to see him finally hit some pins! Logan, though, had clearly not been nearly as excited. Patton had seen how he rolled his eyes. Probably thinking that Patton was making fun of him. But Patton would never do that—Logan was one of his favorite people in the world!

Patton traipsed over to his sofa and threw himself onto it heavily, facedown on the cushions.

He knew that it was dumb. It was just one little thing, one little eye roll. It just hurt him to think that Logan might have thought poorly of him, even for a second.

He was distracted from his wallowing when his phone chimed its text tone at him. Patton reluctantly rolled partway over, just enough to grab his phone from his pocket and bring it up to his face.

Oh! It was Logan! Patton quickly swiped to open the message. It was a group text, sent out to all of them.

Logan: I greatly enjoyed our excursion to the bowling alley this afternoon. I hope that everyone else had as pleasant of a time as I did.

A second message popped up a minute later.

Logan: My apologies if I somehow lessened anyone’s enjoyment of the evening. I understand that especially while I am still in recovery, I am not the most ‘fun’ person to be around. Thank you for inviting me along.

Patton started furiously typing, but a series of other messages were already flooding in from Joan, Virgil, and Roman, all telling Logan that they’d had fun too, and yelling at him for implying that he’d somehow made the evening any less fun. Patton sent off his own message anyway, and as soon as he did, the notification that Talyn was typing their own response came up. Good. Logan didn’t get to talk bad about himself! Not on their watch!

Several long minutes went by, and then Logan responded.

Logan: Perhaps I misread the situation. Thank you for your assurances. It will not be necessary to ‘march over to my house’, ‘physically fite’ me, or hug me so tight that you ‘wring out the nerdiness’

Logan: Additionally, Virgil, I feel the need to remind you that Patton may decide to physically fight you if you continue to insist that gloominess is your area of expertise.

Patton paused, then scrolled up. He must have missed that message in the barrage of notifications. He found it—Virgil didn’t get to be self-deprecating either!—then scrolled back down to reply.

Patton: I will! I’ll fite both of you if I have to!!!

Virgil: Ok Pat chill, no fighting necessary

Patton: Good!

Roman: We should go bowling again. You all only got a glimpse of my skills.

Roman: (Virgils dont interact)

Virgil’s and Logan’s replies came through simultaneously.

Logan: I do think I would enjoy another such outing.

Virgil: You can’t stop me

The chat devolved into banter after that, mostly between Virgil and Roman. Patton just read the messages as they came through, not replying, until the others had to leave.

…

Monday rolled around all too quickly for Patton’s taste. He didn’t particularly want to get up early today, to go to class—one of them was math, after all—but he supposed there were bright sides. He did also have an art class today, and he would get to see his friends at lunch! He just preferred Tuesdays and Thursdays to the other three days of the school week because he had his actual classes with his friends.

Patton struggled through his morning class, which felt like it was moving at a glacial pace. He felt like he’d been there for so long. But finally, the bell rang; and with immense relief, he traipsed down to the cafeteria to meet his friends.

“I don’t blame you,” Roman said when Patton had finished sharing today’s math class woes. They and Virgil were sitting together, eating lunch in the cafeteria. “When are you ever going to need to know how to calculate a third derivative?”

“Exactly,” Patton sighed, putting his head down on the cafeteria table. “But it’s required, for my major….”

“You—you could always ask Logan for help,” Virgil suggested after a moment. “He’s pretty good at math.”

“Uh, yeah, I sure hope he is,” Roman said, his tone of voice mimicking that of a certain well-known six-second-video. “He’s a math major.”

Patton shook his head, but he did so without lifting it off the table, so it was more like he just rolled it morosely from side to side. “I don’t wanna bother him. He’s still got his concussion thingy to deal with.”

“C’mon, Pat, it couldn’t hurt to ask,” Roman said. “Besides, he could do derivatives in his sleep. Concussion or not.”

Patton just let out a soft, extended whine. If he hadn’t still had his head down on the wooden table, he would have seen Virgil and Roman glance at each other.

He felt a gentle poke on the top of his head. “What’s up?” Virgil asked.

“He’s gonna think I’m dumb,” Patton mumbled.

“Why would he think that?” Roman sounded genuinely confused. Patton could hear Virgil’s chair creaking as he shifted.

“Because he already does,” he heard himself whine. He knew he should just stop talking, but… whoops.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Virgil argued.

At the same time, Roman said, “That’s preposterous!” He normally had a habit of pronouncing it like ‘perpostrous’, which annoyed Logan to no end. He was pretty sure Roman did it on purpose at this point, evidenced by the fact that he said it correctly this time, when Logan wasn’t there.

“Logan knows you’re not dumb,” Virgil continued. “And it’s not like he hasn’t helped you before. What’s up?”

Patton sighed, gathered his willpower, and lifted his head from the table, sitting up. “I… I guess you’re right,” he sighed. He forced his features into a meek smile. “Sorry, kiddos. I’m just tired.”

“That’s okay.” Roman said.

“I mean… I get it,” Virgil said quietly. “Logan’s got stuff to worry about already. But he’s getting better, isn’t he? He’s allowed to drive and use phones and everything again. And it’s—it’s like Ro said, the stuff you’re working on is easy for him. I’m not—I’m not saying it is easy,” he amended quickly, even though Patton hadn’t been offended. “Logan’s just….”

“A huge nerd?” Roman suggested.

“A huge nerd. In a good way. Not being like him doesn’t make someone dumb. And you—” he fixed Patton with such an intense stare that the sophomore actually shrank backwards a bit. “You. Are. Not. Dumb. Nobody thinks you are. Not me, not Roman, not Talyn or Joan… and Logan sure as heck doesn’t think you’re dumb either.”

“But….”

Virgil was clearly running out of steam (that still happened sometimes when he talked a lot, though he was getting better) so Roman jumped in.

“If we’re not allowed to talk bad about ourselves, neither are you.”

Patton looked at them both for a second. Virgil was chewing the corner of his bottom lip and Roman had half a piece of Crofter’s-covered toast forgotten in one hand, but both were looking at him intently.

“O-o-okay. You’re right. I just got a bit silly, I suppose. I don’t like not understanding things.”

“We know,” Roman said. “You could always get someone else to tutor you, but I’m sure Logan’ll help if you ask…. Where is he, anyway?” He frowned slightly, leaning away from the table to look around.

Patton searched the room for a moment too, then glanced at the Mickey Mouse watch on his wrist. Logan should definitely have been here by now, if he were coming.

Virgil briefly chewed his lip a bit more intensely than before, then stopped and opened his mouth. “He—could he be sick?”

Roman sighed. “Probably… I hope he’s okay. Logan never misses class.”

That was true. The first time any of them remembered Logan missing class had been when he’d gone to the hospital after his accident. Logan valued class attendance too highly, and he was religious about hygiene, so he rarely so much as caught a mild cold. Recently, though, things were different.

“Could be another doctor’s appointment,” Patton mused noncommittally.

“I thought he had one on Friday, though,” Virgil pointed out with a frown.

Roman shrugged. “He’s probably fine.” He set down the toast that he seemed to finally remember was in his hand. “I for one am just glad he’s taking care of himself.”

Virgil nodded in agreement. Patton took a sip from his drink and didn’t respond.

“Hey…uh, you’ve got an art class today, right?” Virgil asked, changing the subject.

Patton nodded, brightening. “I sure do!”

“What are you working on?”

Patton turned to grab a little sketchbook from his backpack and opened it up, showing Virgil a few sketches as he talked about his current project. He knew Virgil was trying to distract him. He let him do it.

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#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fan fiction #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts fanfic #fanfiction #(un)broken fic #unbroken fic #college au

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mentalmimosa · 6 years

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my favorite kind

Prompt: Accidental Marriage. Prompt from this generator.

The look on Banner’s face is priceless. “How do you accidentally get married? Don’t you at least have to say I do?”

“Tsk,” Tony says, flippant, trying his best to ignore the serious aura of embarrassment he’s gotta be casting, “how very Earth-er of you to assume everybody does things the same way.”

Bruce’s eyes pinball from Tony to Cap and back. “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Cap says, “that if some of us had been paying attention and not leapt directly into the middle of a situation without considering the possible consequences--”

“Oh, come on! You can’t tell me you had ‘we’ll accidentally get married’ anywhere on your might-happen radar, Rogers.”

Cap spreads his hands in Bruce’s direction as if to say see? “--then we wouldn’t be in this goddamn bullshit hornets’ nest of a problem, would we, Tony?”

Ok, that stings. “I can think of a lot worse things that could’ve happened than us ending up married.”

“Yeah?” Cap says with a sour smile, reaching for his chin strap, “name one.”

Which Tony can’t but only because Cap turns on his heel and marches straight out of the hanger like he’s got a Howitzer on his heels.

A beat. “So I guess you guys aren’t hitting Niagara, huh?”

“Nah,” Tony says, a little deflated, if he’s honest. “Looks like I’m sleeping on the metaphorical couch tonight. Maybe tonight and for the rest of my life.”

*****

Steve won’t look at him for a week.

Which is inconvenient, rude, and also seriously disappointing because one of Tony’s great joys in life--up and until the Great Whoops Nuptials Fiasco--was having the chance to stare at Steve’s beautiful face. For all that the man brings out the pugilist in Tony, the stubborn desire to be right, he is also without question one of the hottest people Tony’s ever met; it’s a goddamn paradox, some day. Some days, before Tony Screwed Up (™), it was struggle to get through a briefing or an after-action review or a ridiculous competitive game of Scrabble without getting distracted by the set of Cap’s mouth, the way it curved when he had a point to make or a solid Triple Word Score set to play. There were days when he had to leave a team dinner early because he was so distracted by the sight of Steve laughing, by the soft tilt of his shoulders when Nat leaned over and whispered something especially snarky in his ear, by the way his face fell so open when he was happy, a burst of sun like somebody’d snuck in and snapped up the blinds. And he was so gorgeous like that, so goddamn delicious, that Tony would have to find some bullshit reason to get out of the room lest he try to climb the man like a tree and lick that smile, that stupid dazzling smile, right off of Steve’s mouth.

It felt vaguely dirty, jerking off to the thought of that smile, to the way it would look crowning between Tony’s legs or around the swell of his cock--but truth be told, that made it even better. God, Tony’d thought once, rounding the bases for home, Steve’d be so disappointed in me, and the thought of that disapproving stare had him spurting into the air so hard that he could not fucking breathe.

....so he may have come back to that idea more than once: Steve watching with that rock-jaw scowl, arms crossed and khakis tented--always those stupid granddad khakis--saying, Really, Tony? I thought you knew better than this.

Me, too, Tony would think, fist pumping fast on his shaft. Oh, fuck, Cap. Me, too.

Because if there's one member of their motley crew Tony can't see going for him in one phase, shape, multiverse or another, it's Steven Grant Rogers. They're just too different and yet too much alike, like twin gears too closely ground, and even though Tony knows Steve well enough now to understand that Howard's tales of Mr. Straight Laced and Tidy were just myths, there's still so much of him that seems untouchable to Tony, more grounded, more serious, than Tony's ever known how to be.

And being alien-married to the guy does not help. It does not help one bit at all.

Mainly because they aren’t married, not really; not according to any law down here on Earth. Yes, there is the small, completely technical matter of the rings they can’t take off--as in, are actually physically unable, long story--but other than that, there’s nothing holding them to each other. No reason that anybody outside of the team has to know exactly how an attempt to help Thor do a solid on the other side of galaxy had been a success because a) no one told Tony not to touch the big shiny goblet the frankly dazzling L’aln princess held out to them and b) he wouldn’t have touched said shiny and then touched Cap if he’d known what the results of said chain of touching would be.

“Well,” Thor had said, after, as the warring armies put down their weapons and started planning a wedding party, “it could be worse. You could’ve touched Loki.”

Maybe worse in the moment, worse for a while, but Loki, at least, would’ve gotten bored with being ‘married’ and moved the fuck on.

Steve, though? Steve was clinging to it. And with a serious grudge.

“Like, was he planning a big church wedding? Has he had it sketched out in his head since he was a kid?”

“No,” Nat says from her perch on the workbench behind him. “That’s not it.”

Tony sets down his laser torch and rubs at his eyes, luckily in that order. “So what the hell is it, then?”

“Why aren’t you talking to him about this?”

“Nat.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our fair captain won’t even look me in the face.”

“Pah,” Nat says, swinging her legs like a kid on a swing, “it’s only been a few days.”

“It’s been a fucking week.”

“So?” She tilts her head. “It’s a big deal to him, Tony, the idea of marriage. It’s not just an idle concept to him.”

Tony frowns. “Meaning what?”

“Meaning, even though to you it’s a joke, there’s some part of him that’s taking it seriously.”

“It’s not a joke to me. It’s a goddamn thorn in my side.”

That gets her gaze narrowed. Like she’s staring at him through a scope. “And why is that, exactly?”

Tony’s cheeks go hot. “Um, for the good of the team, we have to--”

“Bullshit. Try again.”

“Come on, Nat, the Avengers only work when we--”

“Stark,” she says, sarcastic steel, “don’t make me come down there.”

Damn it. He looks away for a second, sucks in a quick, self-deprecating breath. “Because part of me kinda likes the idea, ok?”

There’s a swift silence. And then:

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Nat says, rolling her eyes from here to eternity. “I swear. You two.”

“What?"

She hops down like a cat and pats him on the back. “Congratulations,” she deadpans. “You deserve each other.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The pat turns into a smack. “Tch. It means talk to your husband, придурок. Unless you like being miserable, in which case, please, by all means, keeping moping around in here with your machines in the dark.”

“Nat--”

“Talk to him, Tony. That’s not a suggestion. It’s a goddamn gold-plated plea.” Her expression softens a little. “Because Steve’s not going to make the first move on this one. I don’t think that he can.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Talk to him,” she says again, turning on her heel and heading towards the door. “And you’ll see.”

*****

By the time that Tony gets his courage up and two stiff drinks down, it’s after midnight.

He should wait until the morning, probably. He should wait until the sun is out and the streets out there are humming and he can belly up to the bar while Cap’s eating his breakfast and bring this up breezy like a goddamn adult: This is broken. Let’s fix it. It’ll be fine.

But he can’t sleep on this crap again, can’t wake up and see that damn ring first thing and start the day off with another oh fucking shit . So protocol be damned; screw Roberts’ Rules of Order--he’s going to see Cap right the fuck now. And if he wakes the man up, rouses him out of bed and makes him answer the door in some thin, low-slung boxers that the light goes straight through--unf--then so be it. This shit is getting settled tonight.

Except Steve doesn’t come to the door in his jammies or semi-naked. When it opens, he’s wearing no shirt, no shoes, and those stupid khakis.

“Um,” Tony says, staring, not staring, “hi.”

Steve blinks. “Hi, Tony.”

“Can I, uh. Can I come in for a second? I know that it’s late.”

Much to Tony’s surprise, Steve moves aside and gives him a ghost of a smile. “Yeah, sure. Come on in.”

It’s only when he’s carried himself over the threshold (ha) that Tony realizes he’s never actually been in here, in Steve’s room, at least not since Cap moved in. He walked every inch of the place while it was under construction, of course, and then again as modifications were made, but he’s never seen what Steve did with the place. There’s an easel in one corner, by the windows. A spread of armchairs and a small sofa with a clean, modern air. A big, soft-looking bed with dark sheets and a panoply of pillows that Tony is not looking at, nope, not gonna be looking, thanks.

“This is,” he says, “this is nice.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve says, “what is it they say? This place had good bones. So a lot of it’s thanks to you.”

“Uh huh. Ah--thanks.”

“Do you want to sit down?”

“No! No, I mean. This’ll just take a sec.”

He can see a frown flit between Steve’s eyebrows. “Ok.”

“I wanted to talk to you about, you know.” Tony holds up his right hand and pokes the ring with his left. “This.”

“Ah,” Steve says. “Um. Yes. We probably should talk about that.”

“Yeah, we--”

Cap cuts him off. “Look, I owe you an apology.”

That brings Tony up short. “For what?”

“For treating you like a pariah. For not talking to you. For acting like, quote unquote, a fucking martyr.”

“Who told you that?”

Steve’s mouth twitches. “Today? Or do you want the full list?”

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, because it’s true, because it’s what he should’ve said right away. “You were right; I blundered into things without thinking. I should’ve waited for Thor to make the first move--at least he speaks their language. I was just acting on instinct.”

“You thought you were doing the right thing, like you always do. I get that.”

Tony squints at him. “You do?”

Cap looks taken aback, his wide eyes making him looking impossibly young. “Yeah. I always know your heart’s in the right place, Tony, even if we don’t agree about how to get there. I never, every question that.”

"Oh," Tony says, because seriously? "Huh. Well.”

“And honestly, no harm was done, right? In fact, a lot of good came from it. You stopped the fighting, didn't you, all in one stroke.” Steve smiles, an honest-to-god grin that makes Tony’s heart turn right the fuck over. “Who knew that marriage was more important to them those folks than war?”

“Gotta say, I like their priorities.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, “me, too.”

They’re looking at each other, full-on eye contact for the first time in days, and Tony feels that tiny, insistent pull that is desire, that is stupid, unrequited, you’re gonna get your heart stomped on want.

“Ok,” Tony says, “so. Glad we got that cleared up. I’m, ah. I’m gonna go.”

“You know,” Steve says, his voice halting Tony at the door, “there’s one thing I wish we’d done differently. Did I mention that?”

“No.”

“I know everybody’s traditions aren’t the same,” Steve says, “but where I come from, when you get married, you seal it with a kiss.”

“Oh, well,” Tony says with a half-laugh, with his hand on the door, “I guess it’s lucky we didn’t do that, huh? Or else you’d really be stuck with me.”

Two steps, a split second, and Steve is right there, jammed up in Tony’s personal space with his bare skin and his dad pants and his seriously lit-up blue eyes. “You promise?” Steve says.

Jesus. Tony's knees turn to hot water. “Why? You offering?”

Steve--beautiful, exasperating, stars and stripes Steve--lifts his hands and cups Tony’s face. “One-time only, Stark. Take it or leave it.”

Tony makes a low, hot sound and tips up towards Steve’s mouth. “Oh, I’ll take it. You better believe it. I do.”

*****

"Nat said you wouldn't make the first move," Tony says later, in the depths of Steve's bed.

Steve snuffles and plants a kiss low on Tony's neck. "Did she?"

"Mmmm. Yeah. Oh, god, keep doing that."

"I mean, Nat is rarely wrong about these things." A suck, a brush of a bite. "Almost never."

Tony gets a hand in Steve's gloriously fucked-up hair and arches his back, aims to expose more of his throat to that talented tongue. "Well," he manages, "first time for everything."

"Eh," Steve says. He shifts, presses Tony flat out on his back. "Technically, though, you came to me."

"Did I?"

"Uh huh. And in the middle of the night, too, when you knew we'd be alone. Tsk tsk. Shame on you."

That tease, that scolding tone, shit, it makes Tony want to fucking purr. "Are you saying I came here to seduce you, husband of mine?"

Steve grins and crawls over him, smothers Tony's body in muscle and sweet, sticky heat. "I don't know. Did you?"

"Not intentionally."

"Well," Steve hums , nudging the words against Tony's cheek, his knee between Tony's thighs, "it was a happy accident, then."

"Yep," Tony says, turning his face for a kiss. "My favorite kind."

#stony #accidental marriage #fantasizing #first time

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bookworm555 · 5 years

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Yet another Yearly Summary of Art meme!

This has honestly been a difficult year, inspiration/motivation-wise, so a lot of these are hastily-scrawled doodles (sometimes colored) rather than pieces I actually spent a lot of time on (the exception being July). Also, with the exception of July, the rest of these are original characters from original stories.

Links to the full pieces under the cut:

January: Traditionally-colored sketch of Tereza Shizuoka, a character from a story I was outlining back then, but haven’t worked on since.

February: Gaby and Leigh from this hilarious shitpost comic

March: Previously unposted sketch of Tsuki Shiro (from Class of 2068)

April: Chibi-head sketches of Sofia Adams and Rita Adams, twin bodyguards from an old story (from like 2010) that I decided to sketch to try to get out of art block.

May: Previously-unposted sketch of Line Lórensdóttir (given name pronounced LEE-nay) from a story that I haven’t talked about on here yet (just because I wanted to outline a lot of it first). She has quickly become a favorite character. Like, originally, this story was supposed to be a fun superhero romp. But it quickly turned into a Shakespearean-esque drama dealing with a kingdom on the moon, where the superhero plot became a sideplot once the main character goes to Earth. (And while Line was originally not the focus, she quickly became the second main protagonist [and said main protag’s foil] once I started fleshing out her character and realized I preferred her to the main protag, whoops. Why does this always happen with my stories X’DD)

June: Colored sketch of Eion Evans from KaBoom

July: Lady Loki. The only fully-colored piece on here, not to mention the only one that was full-body, AND the only fanart. July was my only productive month of art this year, as I also drew Birthday Thor, lokifiction’s OC Camryn, and @justmakeleftturns‘ characters during this time.

August: Chibi-head of Yoko Yoshida, from this Team Breezy doodle set

September: Previously-unposted inked sketch of Claudette Dufort, one of the villains from Enchanté

October: Previously-unposted Inktober doodle of Irma Johnson, from KaBoom

November: Quick colored sketch of Zero from JNatN

December: Quick colored sketch of Raven Grant, also from JNatN Bonus December Piece

#bookworm555 #summary of art meme #my characters #(minus lady loki of course)#my art

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brodingles · 6 years

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*Slides into 2018 15 days late*

Here’s my 2017 summary of Art!

It was...not a good year. I barely drew anything, and what I did draw wasn’t all that finished...

Month by month under the cut with full pics, but that’s the TL;DR of the year

I went through and chose whatever described the month more, as opposed to my favourite drawing per month, so here we go:

January

This month was almost entirely Heathers AU and Uncle Hope and Uncle Shark.

Most of the drawings I did were in my personal journal (which is why all of the pages are lined) or on scrap paper or a Samsung tablet I was carrying around. Looking at the amount of “Magic Hours” I posyted, I was up all night and I wasn’t doing too hot mentally, haha...

My favourite thing from that month was the Oreo Comic (x)

February

I actually had a toss up between this one and the Blow Up Comic(x)

Most of my work was done on the portable tablet, including doing the colour work for UTM’s Undertale(x) and the illustration for Fallen Down Reprise 2(x) (which is why the shading is this weird smudgy thing and I want to ROT looking back at it) I also started work on a Secret Project that month, which might be why I only updated at Sad Boy Hours. Another horrible health month.

(x) Was the fave that month.

March

(I confused the two on the final image whoops)

Fusion AU started and the first streams.. I didn’t really draw at all that month until the stream, which was at the end of the month. Everything else I posted was drawn WAY before.

This was my fave of the month.

April

Was a toss up between this and (x)

I chose this one because I did it traditionally, like most of the stuff I did that month. More Soueda. More streams. Still didn’t actually draw that much haha.

Fave was between (x) and (x)

May

Chose this one becaue I did mostly messy sketches with thrown on colour.

Most of what I posted was from 2016 that month.

this was one of my favourites.

June

This was pretty much the only thing I drew this month. Most everything else was drawn in 2016.

July

I spent most of this month on the fusion AU. Did a lot of streams, mostly OC’s, Fusions, and Animatics for both of those things. This comic was the most polished thing I did, and it still isn’t clean haha. (I’m still happy I finished it)

August

I fisnihed RBLB this month, but that was early on. Most of what I posted were sketches and reblogs. Streams spattered around, but not too many.

^Highkey fave of the month.

September

Got more into Voltron while anticipating the New Season. I drew a lot of Shiro and I drew a lot of Keith, so I chose the one they’re both in haha. Did mostly traditional work. A lot of angsty Keith. Also did some sketches for an IR skit that...isn’t finished.

Fave art for this month is actually in Villain I Appear to Be

October

Got more into Voltron, drew a bunch of angsty Keiths if I did draw, but I...this was the only thing I drew all month, aside from some scratches on paper.

This was my fav art, save for the Neo Yokio comic cover

November

I spent most of this month, art wise, “expanding” Tiny Gentleman...but in general, again, didn’t really draw anything with some Bad Mental Health sprinkled in there.

Faves? (x) and (x). Mood Whiplash.

December

Chose this one because it’s a symbol of me giving up and also the thrown together digital style was a Big Mood. I did care more about the finished product at this point, but the existential dread was setting in haha.

^ Definite fave. Might even be a fave for the year.

So Anyway

This year in review was...horrible. I was wondering why people kept saying 2017 was bad, but I guess I just didn’t remember it. I kept thinking it was good for me, I mean I graduated college this year and moved into my first apartment, but looking back at how I’ve been feeling all year...for the most part it hasn’t been good.

Looking back on my body of work...it kind of shows? Both in posts and qualities. I made more posts this year, but had the least amount of notes on record, and looking at the amount of posts...most of them are reposts of old things or text posts.

I hope 2018 isn’t a repeat.

#summary of art #summary of art 2017 #summary of 2017 #long post #dingaling crossing

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feza-creations · 6 years

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2017... That was a thing apparently and it went by sooo faaaaast owo

My personal perspective on this year’s progress, art wise, is under the cut. Be warned, its very long. Onwards to 2018! >w<

LINKS

January /// February // March // April // May // June // July // August // September // October // November // December //

MY COMMENTS

Its been a while since I’ve done one of these. The last time I did one was back in 2013 then I kinda forgot to make one of these to be the cover of my folders on dA. I guess that happened around the same time that I switched over to Tumblr as my main place to post my art.

Looking back at all the art I’ve made this year, I feel like I’ve let myself down immensely. Its scary. The majority of my art this year and even last year have been nothing but sketches. Sketches that are either just lineart or colored with little to no backgrounds. I guess this might’ve been because I’ve also been working on my comic at the same time? I have been putting in a lot of effort to make it look nice and consistent, but even then I don’t think that should really be an excuse. If I can put that effort into a few panels, then why can’t I do it for any of my larger drawings?

Art should take time and here, there’s only a few drawings that I feel live up to my own standards. This only feels like its a fraction of what I can do. I think I realized this only around November and that’s kinda upsetting that it took me that long to realize that I wasn’t really doing as much as I hoped to. Looking at other people’s art that I look up to, I think “I wish I could do that.”. That was my main motivation to get better when I was younger. Now I can, but I just don’t for some reason. Its a strange sense of laziness that I’ve accidentally adapted to and now think that its okay, but its not, and that’s really what needs to be fixed. It hasn’t been happening with just my personal projects, but also commissions and other things that I’ve been taking part in and that’s definitely not okay. Not even in the slightest. Its messing up work flow and this isn’t the way to go moving forward. Its this weird feeling of stagnation that I’ve fallen into and I have no idea where it began. This is also a top priority to fix cause its just not something anyone should do, under any circumstances.

On the upside, forcing myself to start animating was an amazing decision. I have so many ideas that I want to work on alongside my other projects when I get the time to and its super cool seeing what I make move and come to life! Sure its time consuming, not having a proper animation program and all, but it’s definitely satisfying to see it finished in all its glory. Keeping my comic going is also great too. I haven’t given up on it yet, surprisingly, and this thing’s DEFINITELY gonna get finished one of these days. Even if it takes DECADES to finish it, I will. This is the one thing that I have my eyes set on until its completed. Its like an obligation to myself, my 12 year old self who failed twice to make this series a thing.

So, in 2018, Im gonna try to post less sketches in favor of putting more effort into larger, more detailed pieces. I might not post as frequently as I used to but its all for the best.

Looks like the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in these past 3 years is that I forgot to look back at what I’ve made and see if I’ve been doing things right all along. I was a little bit late to this realization but realizing what you've done wrong is the first step to fixing it. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna work on next year!

Wo, this got long @w@ Whoops.

Anyways, if you actually read all of this, then thanks for hearing my callout post on myself .u. That’s pretty much what this is

#art summary #digital art #art summary 2017 #furry art #anthro art #Fezapost #ooooh boi #Ive got a LOT of stuff to fix this year #Welp ya know what they say #The journey of 10000 miles begins with the first step =w=

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thedappleddragon · 4 years

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Day 88 (Monday June 8)

i woke up from a crazy dream where my siblings ad i were traveling by car in some magic world and i was katara. i dont remember much, but i tried to press an entire treebranch like you would flowers between the pages of a book while the city law enforcement was chasing after us. at one point we walked in on a presentation and when they told me to get off stage i asked if ic ould please speak for a moment. they told me no, so i asked pretty please. i think that was a re-occurring part of the dream.

i dont really rmember the specific order of what i did today, but here we go. i spent some time outside today with my cat and ate a sandwich, but it was so unbearably sunny that we went inside. i later came back outside in the evening at like 8 pm when it was cooler and shadier and i brought a spray botttle with a little fan on the top. i sat on a towel in the grass and kept an eye on my cat and watched tiktoks until my phone died, so i switched to playing with the grass and making grass chains that kept falling apart. i spent so much time outside that my mom got mad at me for not responding to her calling for my help inside. at some point i could hear the neighbor kids playing hide and seek in their backyard. im always afraid that they think i’m spying on them, since i face their house because thats the side of the yard my cat likes to hang out in. thankfully theres a big minibarn in the way, so if im sitting in the grass i cant see any of their backyard.

i was hungry and wanted potato slices, and then i remembered that we owned an apple peeler/slicer/corer combo thing and i thought it would be cool to try using that instead of cutting the slices by hand. the peeler part had too strong a spring, so it dug into the potato so i just moved it back lol. it worked really well other than that. i sliced it, put it in a pan with some oil, and then tried cutting up an apple with the thing, but the spikes that hold it in place just bore a hole into the center instead of pushing it into the blade, so i just cut it buy hand perpendicular to how you normally cut apples. i thought it would be a fun idea to try and bake one of the slices, so i put it in a pan with a little pad of butter longside the potato in the oven, flipping both ever so often while watching youtube in the kithen. i added a little brown sugar to the apple slice. the potatoe turned out good, its hard to mess up lol. but the apple tasted like ass. the butter i used was salted, and the apple was sweet instead of tart, so i just threw it away. im glad i only used one of the slices instead of like 3 like i had origionally planned. i think if i used unsalted butter and a granny smith it would turn out ok, but i dont think im going to try it again lol.

i took a couple driving practice tests in the morning, but i got frustrated that i didnt know stuff and gave up. i promised myself that i would try again later today, but i kept procrastinating whoops. its 2 am but i might give it a shot. i have to practice a lot tomorrow, because if i dont pass i probably wont get to take it again for like a month because all the bmvs are so busy and only taking appointments.

i was scrollling through tiktok and found an audio i thought was funny and would fit one of my ocs so i did a really rough sketch animatic that i’ll eventually clean up. i would add it to the post but im on my laptop right now because my phone died and my sister borrowed my charger :/ i’ll add it in the morning if i remember. yall are going to make fun of my for having a teeth kink or something tho because thats the only part of the sketches i put any effort into (pensive face emoji 😔) (idk if that worked i just copid and pasted it lmao)

i dont acually know much about my friend’s oc (Osimiri/Osi) that i’m shipping with my oc (Valka) other than she’s kinda grumpy so i scrolled back through our texts to see if she gave me a ref or any character description and i found a bunch of her cute art of GillFauns (thats thier ship name because Osi is a siren (gill) and valka is a goatfolk/tirfling so she has hooves (faun (even tho she’sa goat not a deer shhh))) and now im re-obsessed with them omg <3 and i also realized that i have no idea if i’m drawing her correctly/ how my friend intended her to be interprited. our art styles are SO different, and with hers i have to just guesstimate what she means with her character designs. (tbh she’s not that good at art but i still love her drawings because she’s so passionate about it and i love some of her ocs) but because of a combo of her art not being that detailed and me just drawing from memebery and not knowing the character that well, i have no idea if i’m taking too many liberties and stealing the character away from her. although on the other hand she doesnt really actively use that oc. she was meant to be a dnd oc, but idk if she ever actually went to ANY of the meetings. if she did, it was before marching band ended and i was able to join dnd club.

anyway sorry this post is so long, i fing it easier to ramble and get my thoughts down when im on a keyboard than on my phone typng is much faster and a lot of fun so i always type more lol. but uhhhh its 2 am and i want to take a driver’s test or two before i go to bed, and get to sleep at a decent-ish time.

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How to Make a Tool Storage Rack Using Parametric CAD | WW265

hi folks let's walk through how we put together our Dell Tronics parametric pin rack I think this project is awesome because it really highlights just how powerful and amazing parametric CAD it can be and I think this sort of a storage device can be really helpful for any machine shop the one you see here came out of a need to organize these Dell Tronics pin engages we care a lot about the diameter of the bores on our Sanders machine works fixture plates we machine them with a digital boring head and we want to hold a really accurate tolerance so we use a combination of metrology tools to check those diameters we have two different style of war gauges we have our mid to toy-u LH 000 height gauge but our go-to is the dell tronic gage pin sets these are amazing because they're actually relatively inexpensive somewhere between 00 and 00 dollars per pin we have them in increments of one ten thousandth of an inch and the go/no-go nature of them gives them much more consistent reading compared to some of the other metrology tools which are operator dependent the way in which you hold a bore gauge of the way in which you sweep it across can actually give you a slightly different reading as we collected more of these gauge pins though I realize we need a way to organize these and so Edie came up with this rack and the reason I think this project is awesome and we're sharing the file on the NYC CNC site is under modify change parameters this whole rack is built with user adjustable parametric values so it literally takes seconds to update the number of Bin's the width the rack height the angle the depth the dimension the thickness which makes this an awesome tool and if you have a co0 laser in your shop you can make one of these for incredibly cheap if you don't you can either sub it out send it out to a shop that has a laser checkout a makerspace that has a laser or you could also make one with a 0d printer or CNC machine especially a router style but really it's best suited for a laser so if you've never seen this change parameters or user parameters before let me walk you through a really good example if you head into your fusion 000 data panel scroll all the way down to cam samples workholding yours truly Saunders machine works we created this parametric mighty byte fixture it's a relatively simple fixture that you can build it can be mounted directly to a fixture plate or held in a vise but it's a good example of the value of using user parameters because we designed this so that it's much more intuitive for you to go in and make modification so having everything named with an intelligent name a name that means something makes it much easier to make edits to this file so in this case I have a stock Y of three inches so that's what's the piece of raw material that we're putting in here let's say it's actually four inches update that everything moves let's say we're only going to use three pit bulls and not five hit three it adjusts hit two it adjusts hit five it goes back so it'll adjust how far in is the first Talon grip let's change that from one inch to two inches moves them in let's say you're a knife maker and you're building a knife and you're thinking oh I don't need parametric values because we're not going to be updating these over time let's say the pivot pin diameter is always going to be 0.000 well I would argue think about still using that because can really help as you're building out your CAD file or working in a team environment let's create a user parameter called pivot dia and we'll say it's inches you're about 000 and we'll say the comment pivot in diameter now when we go to save model up our knife handle and let's say we've got our handle and we create the pivot pin circle instead of using an inch value just start typing P and it Auto populates a list of your user parameters come down here to pivot diameter hit enter and now it lists it as FX 0.000 but if you double click it you can see it's listed as pivot diameter when you're then designing another component or another sketch that references this you can use that pivot dia or you can even take it to the next level by doing something like change parameters new parameter pivot clearance and we'll say zero point zero zero zero five five tenths click OK and when we're designing its mate component we could say pivot dia whoops pivot dia plus pivot coherence and then when you're working with your drawings or your manufacturer or within the team and you realize you know what that's just too tight we need to change that you don't have to find this sketch you don't have to go hunting just come into your list scroll down to pivot clearance and change that to seven tenths or in this case let's make it extreme so you can see the difference mm ooh like so but it's the patterns that are really tricky so cus a while to figure these out and get them to a relatively stable and consistent behavior where you've got each little notch correctly spaced correct intervals matching the other patterns of the other dividers or components so I would encourage you to download this file poke through it there's some pretty clever and pretty creative formulas and again I don't want you guys have to reinvent the wheel so download this run with it modify it make it what you want the next thing I want to do is build a duplicate one of these but for our tools so for us on the tormach I have about 00 core tools I like to have the tools set up in good condition and know that they're tools that I can use especially when I'm using our sort of preset templates or tool libraries that way I can program offline get to the shop make a part and not feel like I've got to find a tool set up a tool etc but what's nice sometimes is if the tool is already in a holder I might want to leave a extra packet inserts or the actual endmill box or a duplicate of that tool set up assigned to sort of that tool number per se so my plan is to make a smaller rack like this in fact I really only need it to be 00 so let's make that edit right now by 0 I think I like the shape a little better because it takes up less footprint we can adjust the angle might actually mount it on the machine itself rather than have it on a cart and now I've got a little cubbyhole and I always know that this will be spot number 0 right here for that tour if I have to take a tool out to steal a holder for a new tool I can put that tool back there and I know that's always my tool number 0 and if you're wondering why this one's a little bit taller we had a divider to separate out our metric gauge pins which is I think another great example of it helps you see the design intent behind how a part was built and helps you more easily work on it or edit it for example on that section divider if I click on it once it underlines the little marching ants so I see that that's the component for it I could activate it edit that sketch it looks like it's just a number but again if I double click on the FX you can see okay section divider offset is a dimension off a projective dimension so that's clearly adding an offset to make that section divider slightly taller which helps me understand okay that's how that was programmed that's how that works go into modify change parameters scroll down save point two-five still too tall so 0.00 slightly taller if we go take it all the way to zero I think it gives me a fill-in error when I do this nope actually gives me a filter error if I go directly to zero I'm not sure why oh there it is just lost the reference edge that's okay so comment below I'm curious if this is helpful to people I find it's a great example of when you have the right tool at your disposal you make better decisions as a machinist or as a manufacturing entrepreneur if I have a spot to put that end mill that I want to say hey I was using this I'm gonna use it later I don't know where to put it I have a spot to put it makes me so much happier it makes me feel like I can run a clean shop and organize shop without extra effort without sacrificing time and efficiency hope you folks learned something hope you enjoyed take care

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