#brain dead quick sketch

[cathalbravecog]

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK

#my brain treats these things the same as it does spamton. almost. i want to see them dead i want to chew on them. i want to kiss them gentl #y and tuck them in bed and sign up adoption papers for them. i want to hit them with a baseball bat. i will take a bullet for them #yknow? #you get me. #again an experimental fun quick drawing #that i ended up ... popping off on. oops. #i have... 0 self control in art #fun fact originally this was gonna be a painting but i went hmm what if i do the thing #ive been doing with sketch lineart on paper but... digitally? angular and sketchy and sharper #aw yea #guz art #toontown corporate clash #low baller #also i had to post this on clashcord and bail instantly because the second i see angst for stuff i like that i havent made myself #i lowkey start breaking down oops #i dont do well with other fans of things that im not familiar with.... my brain works in mysterious ways ! #i say this as my next drawing i plan is literally oc angst ... oops ! #something i aint done in a while....i only ever do vent stuff i never post if anything. i try not to be like.... venty edgy like that it #just. aint for me. well i say while i ramble on and vent constantly. oops. but yknow what i mean - not let my art reflect that? be goofy #with the stuff i do? but like yeah either way. lore gettin angsty. have we gotten to the point in our lore / rp yet? no. is it kinda an #inescapeable point? yes. i loooooove making my characters suffer the consequences of their actions #WHY AM I TALKING SO ELABORATELY ABOUT THIS. THIS IS A LOW BALLER DRAWING. #BY TALOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BRAIN!! OH WELL if you like these. thanks for reading you are swag. you probably went thru #like. 5465465341564 thomas 'fights' now havent you #oh well gotta have a place to dump my thoughts somewhere!

[necessarymeanstoanend]

i’ve been doing digital art for roughly two months now and the only person i’ve drawn is nigel colbie 💀

#with the exception of a few quick sketches here and there of alex forbes and dream #the hyperfixation is hyperfixating #my brain won’t let me draw anyone else #i’ve drawn templar nigel. 12/13th century nigel. trad goth nigel. domestic/modern nigel. like minds nigel. dead nigel and so on and so forth #so many nigels #i’ve been possessed #so many different drawings of that whackass 17yr old #i really need to branch out and draw something else. this is getting concerning #like minds #murderous intent #like minds 2006 #nigel colbie #art #fanart #drawing #nigel colbie fanart #digital art #artist of tumblr

[vash-in-the-void]

I’m having thoughts about Vash outliving all of his loved ones again

And what if after the girls die, he travels the planet, sees humanity rebuild itself and even thrive

And eventually he becomes a university professor because with the world calming down that’s where he believes he can do the most good

He teaches plant sciences (and physics because he’s a nerd)

All of the notes (expanded) under the cut because I believe it’s unreadable

General Vash notes

* Professor of plant sciences in December

* Lives in a small village just outside of Dec - it takes him about an hour to get on campus everyday but he gets nervous about living in a big city also he finds the travel relaxing

* Friends with a fellow professor (a medical doctor who may or may not be the reason Vash is getting regular check ups now and taking care of his body)

* Uses a fake name but lets his students call him (prof.) Vash - he claims it’s because there already is one prof. Thompson on the Uni but he also just likes when people use his name

* Tired [TM] (I imagine his energy levels have gone down with the almost depleted plant powers and with all the scars he does suffer with some level of chronic pain - sometimes uses mobility aids to get around)

Appearance notes

* long hair (I imagine the texture is damaged but he already tried every product and conditioner and it doesn’t take - his hair is just fried, but at least it’s soft to the touch)

* wonky bangs because he let the Thompson kids play with his hair and one of them had scissors

* cross necklace

* Meryl’s earring (she gave him one and wore the other because they’re Yuri like that)

* turtleneck & suit pants because he is going for that professor fizz

* suspenders and a cowboy belt because he is still an embarrassing man

* red cardigan

* tinted glasses in his pocket - he doesn’t use them as much indoors

Personal lore

* after the girls got older (too old to chase the stampede) they settled and got married (Meryl had a hard time retiring and would still write for the local newspaper otherwise she’d go mad with boredom)

* Vash would stay in touch - officially taken into the Thompson family - he would visit often but never stayed long enough

* similar relationship with Livio and the orphanage

* Livio died first (it was expected but still devastating)

*after Meryl died and joined Milly, Vash put some distance between him and the Thompson family (now they know him as a distant but beloved relative and a very few of them connect him with Vash the Stampede)

General world lore

* takes place about 200 years post canon

* humanity has recovered, adapted and even thrive in some places (we moved on from the Wild West to a sort of enlightenment period for Gunsmoke)

* Vash the Stampede has faded into a legend status - it is heavily debated how true the whole thing was

#I watched del toro’s Pinocchio and this is the result of that #Vash chose Sasha because it kinda sounds like Vash but also because it’s another nickname for Alex #and this boy cannot come up with a fake name without referencing his dead mom #we are lucky he is not a woman because he would call himself Rem and then probably cry on the spot if anyone ever used it #also sorry I drew him so pathetic wet cat but he is so *holds him in my palms gently* #but yeah just a quick sketch I needed to get this out of my brain #trigun #trimax #post trimax #vash the stampede #vashposting #vash fanart #trigun au #I guess

[mochatune]

Solivan brugmansia x reader who’s obsessed with him back hcs

—-

- he first spotted you in the library, something about you brought a sense of deja vu.

- you had spotted him too of course but for different reasons. He was in your spot.

- he knew it was. He had sat there on purpose. After multiple days seeing you, goading himself to speak to you, he found the courage to throw himself as a roadblock so you too would notice him.

- he certainly caught your attention. Cheeks puffed and stomping towards him.

- he wasn’t going to be a suck up and give you back “your spot” as far as he was concerned no ones name was plastered on that seat plus this was his chance to have a proper conversation with you.

- you had briefly considered your options to hopefully persuade him out of the seat, something like coffee crosses your mind. After all there was a cafe right there, but since he wants to be so difficult he doesn’t deserve your money or any more of your time.

- having a moment of courage you stomped up to him and plopped yourself on his lap. You swear the energy in the room became rigged, frozen even.

- it’d been about a minute since he’s moved, he’s been dead still since you sat down; You can’t read your book like this.

- “hey can you relax? You’re making me uncomfortable, I don’t bite.” You added the last part with a subtle smile

- now that he’s actually breathing, you ease yourself into his lap. He doesn’t have much meat on his bones but you’re comfortable regardless.

- feeling his arms rest where your elbows lie on the curvatures of the chair, he’s slightly looking over your shoulder. Looks like he forgot about his own book trailing the pages with you.

- despite your blazing moment of boldness you had felt an anxiety creep in, the way his breath reverberated off the back of your neck made you sweat with pressure. You wished you had gotten a better look at him, only seeing his dark tinted nails and pale hands as you glance down from your book onto the arm rests.

- with the boldness wearing off you decide to focus your attention onto the time. To your luck it’s about time to travel to your next class.

- you get off his lap slowly while giving an apologetic smile for your past behaviour towards his personal space. In the process scanning his features, despite the quick glance he was actually very good looking.

- He had hoped that moment would last forever.

- on your way to class you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, two parts of your brain arguing about wether you wanted to see him again. A new hallway crush at the very least. You too were stuck on his mind.

- lo and behold he’s in your art class, fuck.

- your heart was going to implode as you snuck glances at him accidentally hooking gazes with him. His ears tinted red as the gaze was averted mutually while you probably looked like a strawberry.

- you zoned out the teachers instructions with your own overbearing thoughts, he kept sneaking his way into your consciousness. Him and his dumb cute face.

- he had insisted on drawing you, probably for the better considering anytime you look his way you get jittery. Patiently leaned forward in a 3/4th view.

- you try to act casual, you really do but you just cant maintain eye contact. Looking at him for just a second before you shift your gaze to the wall behind him. Seems to be the same case for him as he occasionally hides his red face behind his sketch pad, must be spring allergies.

- by the end of class he claims he’s only halfway done despite it looking beautiful. You exchange pleasantries before speed walking out. Sol.. Sol you liked that name testing it out a few more times as you walked away.

- tailing behind you he grabs you by the wrist, you feel like a schoolgirl the way he’s approaching you and the worst part is you’re enjoying it. You had just hoped he didn’t hear you.

- upon request you gave him your number for “school related activities” yeah right. At least you’re in the clear. Maybe this means you have a chance with him, fake it till you make it right?

- he stays stuck on your mind all the way home as you hunker on your bed looking at the piles of laundry you’ve been putting off. No matter what else you focus on it comes back to the thought of him.

- you practically pray for another moment of confidence as you hover over his newly added contact. Sighing as you throw your phone next to you.

- ding!

- you practically jump to your phone hoping for sol instead it’s just the group chat you’re in. Despite it not being him at least someone bothered contacting you.

- a Halloween party? ‘Sounds fun’ you text the group chat as you copy the photo and send it to sol. Maybe he’ll go if you invite him.

—-

“A Halloween party? Hosted by the school?”

“Yeah!”

“I'm not quite into parties…”

“Oh…”

- You knew it wasn’t appropriate to grow this attached but you still felt your heart drop.

“Oh! Well, that's alright! Just asking, that's all :)”

- Promptly putting your phone face down next to you saddened.

- ding!

“Wait”

“if you're coming, then I'm coming as well”

“Really?!”

“Really”

- feeling your heart suddenly come burst out

“Do you plan on dressing up?”

“Idk… do you?”

“I mean, it's a costume party, so why not?”

“I'll try to think of something then.”

(The text convo was copy pasted from EchikoHoshisuki on Ao3)

——

- this excited you more then you could ever know, jumping out of bed to go and find a costume and perfect your makeup so it looks bomb for the party.

- you stood awake until 2am thinking about that guy, just what the hell was wrong with you. You wished he’d text you back.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you, his soulmate as he pleasured himself. He’d hope to have a day like that with you a million more times.

- you finally fall asleep with him still plaguing your mind.

- Saturday is quick to pass as you spend it inside practically rotting in bed, you do have to do laundry before it gets too dark though.

- it’s about 5pm when you head out with your dirty clothing in a janky old cart, the local laundromat is placed conveniently across the street. You roll the dirty wheels over the unpaved side walk, each bump making the cart and the clothing wobble slightly.

- you hang around with a book as you wait for the wash cycle to finish, seemingly unaware of your surroundings.

- after flirting with the idea of reading, two pages later you look up and give the room a swipe. The wash cycle on your machine still has 15 minutes left on it.

- maybe it’d just be better to daydream about the person you’re trying to distract yourself from, seems like it’s a good time waster. You decide to do just that for the remainder of your wash cycle.

- you swear you just saw a lock of green hair

- you must be going crazy, you’re thinking about him so much that it’s like he’s really there.

- you feel a tap on your shoulder.

- Oh he really is there. You make eye contact with his orange hues, feeling a warmth creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

- fuck

- why does simple eye contact turn you into a mess with this guy.

- deciding to not be a square you perk up and ask him dumb ass small talk questions. You know the; “the weathers nice, huh?”, “how are you?”, “excited for tomorrow?”.

- You knew you were excited for tomorrow. School events didn’t typically get you excited but knowing he would be there made it worth it.

- despite the obvious lack of originality in these conversations starters it was still pleasant speaking with him. Hell, even just staring at him was enough for you. Maybe just thinking about him was good enough to hold you over. For now anyway.

- you wanted to talk more, you really did. Glancing over to your machine you see the wash cycle had just ended. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and kiss him as you bid your goodbyes. He did too. But instead you opted for a wave and a smile, as did he.

- upon coming home and hanging your laundry out on a rack you still thought about him, you were going back to that laundromat the exact same time next week just to talk to him outside of school.

- he lived half an hour away from that laundromat. He had caught a glimpse of you one day while out in your area. No particular reason why he was there.

- he couldn’t stop thinking about you either, deciding to go with his own dirty laundry on the day he saw you. He was so lucky you were there.

- I love him

- I love her

- you force yourself to go to sleep that night. The excitement of tomorrow seeping in.

- you have about an hour before you need to head out, deciding on a simple mummy look. You were told very short notice, this was really all you could pull together. You figure if the makeup looks bomb then no one will pay attention to the lack of originality.

- throwing the look together with white eye contacts to really get that corpse look, you twirl in the mirror and head out. Toilet paper already tearing at your feet.

- upon arrival you see your friend group crowded at the entrance all sporting their unique styles. Brittney was dressed in a gyaru style, typical but it was cute. Jess sporting a simple cat ear headband and a tail, looks like it was short notice for her as well. Lastly, Crowe who seems to have put the most effort in was dressed as a knight in shining armor. Literally.

- you talked to them for a respectable amount of time. They were nice and they looked great your mind was just elsewhere.

- you had to find him, he’s like 80% of the reason you didn’t bail out of the plan. Sure, you went for your friends too but him coming was what really sold the deal. Otherwise you would have found an absurd excuse to stay home and scroll Instagram for hours.

- you inched your way out of the conversation, it seemed Crowe wanted you to stay and chat more as he immediately asked where you were going as you slowly but surely walked away.

- you caught a glimpse of sol just then, he was covered head to toe in toilet paper?

- god you guys accidentally matched, you could only hope he wouldn’t think you’re some crazy stalker.

- despite enjoying the chat you had to go talk to him, you just had to. You reassured Crowe you’d all talk later as you ran off into Sol’s direction.

- slowing your pace as you see the love of your life

- ahem

- Sol. As you see Sol wrapped in toilet paper just as you were. Awkward.

- he looks your way, himself blushing at the realisation you both were matching. Another reason for him to believe you both were destined to be together.

- he had to have you. Tonight.

- he could not and would not wait any long he decided as he looked at you. Thank god for the toilet paper covering over half his face, he’s redder than a tomato.

- as you finally approach him you both talk as he whisks you away somewhere more private.

- he lures you away from the crowds, to tell the truth you were grateful. You didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.

- it was weird when he had you follow him into a dark creepy alleyway but it wasn’t creepy as long as he was there by your side.

- you both stood there, awkwardly, as he stood at a distance ahead of you. He was acting strange but the red flags didn’t bother you so long as it was him.

- though it was even weirder when he lunged at you and stuck a wet cloth in your face. It made you woozy as your vision went black.

- you awake tied to a chair, you can barely piece together what happened last night. Only bits and pieces coming to you, you have a killer headache too. Maybe you could chalk it up to drinking too much if you weren’t strapped down to a cheap ass chair.

- it was actually pretty sturdy as you tried breaking your way out of it. You can only let out a defeated sigh hoping someone will come and save you, you scream but it seems that no one can hear you.

- except him.

- Upon hearing footsteps you’re pretty nervous, opting to stay as quite as possible.

- it’s him, thank god. You feel yourself immediately sink into the wood of the chair and your breath flow becomes less forced.

- he enters the basement with what looks like a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of water. He looks cute in his inside clothes.

- he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to untie you, which is weird. If he wanted you to come home with him you would have.

- he’s still, just staring at you. You can’t maintain eye contact for too long before you blush and avert gazes again. curse your nerves.

- you’re not sure what to say, honestly you’re just happy it’s him and not some creep.

- it’s a relief when he walks up to you with that tray of food, you’re honestly kind of hungry. Maybe he’ll untie you if you comply.

- “you know, you don’t have to tie me up to make me stay by your side.. heh” you offer a nervous chuckle hoping to lighten up the mood. Biting your lip to quell your anxiety.

- he perks up at this, stopping his movements with the silverware as it sloppily clangs onto the edge of the porcelain bowl.

- his face is covered, not even just covered. Drenched in a red hue, sweat runs down his forehead as he hurriedly wipes it away with his sleeve.

- that reaction gave you knots of your own, even after holding you captive you still somehow can’t get enough of him.

- he fidgets with the silverware, opting for the silence as he feeds you. It shouldn’t have made you hot and bothered but it did.

- the way he’d dab at the food that clung to the corners of your lips with his fingers gave you a visceral reaction. You briefly considered licking him honestly.

- must resist the urges. God you really were desperate.

- somewhere down the line he unties you, it doesn’t even take a fully day to get his trust. It didn’t even take you a full day to warm up to him.

- if he wants you here so be it.

- maybe you weren’t as crazy about him as he was to you but you must have had a screw or two loose to enjoy the attention he was giving you.

- you’d miss him when he ran off to school wishing he just wouldn’t bother at all. Days he’d leave you alone in the house were torture.

- you missed him all the time.

- sometimes you’d think about tying him down so he couldn’t leave you.

- you two really are just two peas in a pod

—-

Look i know these barely count as head canons considering they’re supposed to be vague but I honest to god just really hate writing one shots.

This one really took the wind out of me, I do not usually dedicate this much time to an hc but there is NOTHING for this guy online. Possibly due to the game only being a demo right now.

Anyways, I hope the longevity of this isn’t bothersome, I’ve only seen a small handful of readable fics for this guy and wanted to separate myself from the masses. I heavily utilized EchikoHoshisuki’s fic on Ao3 as inspiration for my own, I’m hoping by mentioning their name they’ll add another chapter soon 😅 Maybe expect something for broken colors or yours game next.

And yesss, I know there are still unanswered asks in my inbox. I just have commitment issues but I love y’all and I promise at some point in my life they will be answered.

#solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back sol #the kid at the back vn #the kid at the back fanart #headcanons #yandere community #yandere

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

#ace attorney #den's aa roleswap au #franziska von karma #aa swap au asks #aa swap au art

[barghest-land]

i need some help :] i wanna draw some quick sketches with ideas. they could become a full art later - i'm not sure, but rn i kinda need to practice getting into things, cuz my brain isn't working (and i still need to work somehow). so i'm gonna bonk my brain before work days by doing very sketchy things. so - can u give me some random promts please? could be anything. like "bird's nest in a dead heart" or idk. a broken mirror + a pair of deers. two headed crying albino raven? yeah i'm not looking for something cute tho, won't draw OC's or fanart, i'm looking for something random but symbolic. my brain needs to wake up so i'm open to any crazy promts

#i need my brain to workkk i've been doing storyboards today and my brain isn't BRAINING #i need to THINK not draw #so i'm gonna sketch some things #it makes sense #at least i think it does #also random generators are shit!!!! i've tried. others brain is always better #so throw some words at me #please<3 #mwah #barghest barks

[drdocttor]

do not ask me why, out of the wonderful, wide, diverse, amazingly written cast of characters in red dead redemption two, my brain has decided to latch on micah bell. i do not have an answer for you. I find him fascinating as you might find mold or a rotting thing fascinating. do not like it much want it far away but it is still strange and unusual

but that aside i hope you lot collectively enjoy this quick sketch of a rare species of rat! wanted to make it kinda almost trading card style idk might do similar stuff in the future. but id also like to make more rdr2 plot centric things some time too we shall see wahoo

(adding for my own sake, people who looove micah bell unironically despite his racism and misogyny among other things are weird and i dont support that nonsense. yall have fun but ive got boundries id like to keep up 👍)

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanart #micah bell #red is sus!!11!! sorry.

[writingcold]

Why hello there!  

I was looking over @hearts-hunger writing prompts for her Halloween Event and I thought to myself that I’ve never, ever tried to write spooky.  I doubted that I would ever — wait.  What was this?  #18 Visiting a Graveyard?  Oh really…  I started to sketch out this just to play with it and let me tell you - shit happened.  My brain would not stop.  My hair may have caught fire.  Wow.

So, in this process, the story that I thought would be a quick one, has possessed me and has turned into a much longer, multi-chapter fiction.  And you know that I’m not a big fan of posting while still in the writing process - but!  I really want to share this opening chapter of this very gothic, paranormal romance that somehow went from exploring a graveyard to a cursed love that will span across five lifetimes, and over 300 years.  Yeah.  You know it, I’ve been at the research again.  Lol I say that like it’s an addiction.  You might want to check in with @jakekiszkasbuttsweat as I’ve been torturing her with all of this mess and some pretty out there ideas.  Thank you, my friend!  I so appreciate you. And a big thank you to @allieisacrybaby for putting together the amazing Jake collage together for me! It's so pretty.

I’ll shut up now, but I hope you enjoy this first chapter.  I’m hoping to begin posting this as soon as the story is completed.  Be sure to check out all the other stories that are attached to this project.  They are by some of the best writers and brains.  You can find the masterlist here!

Contents Warning: None.  Just gothic overtones and a smidge of blood.

Word Count: approx. 3300

The Dead, Part 1: The Entity in the Graveyard

     It was a season of newness.  Rebirth.  He had slumbered for a spell.  Of that he was certain.  His vision started out blurred, but sharpened as the human days passed, allowing him to grow in form.  He sat, perched like a gargoyle on his headstone when the sight of the church across the road came into focus.  Ah.  The familiar white boards were still full of peeling, toxic paint and were cupping from years of weathering and neglect.  The stained glass still caught the morning sun to reflect out onto the unkempt blades of grass and weeds, albeit was not as vibrant as it once had been.  The bell still clanged its ghostly chime if the wind screamed from the north or south.

     He could feel the air did not welcome his presence.  Why had he stirred?  He should have slept through the years until the time of the Thinning.  He stood straight up on his stone, face trained to the muted colors of the night sky.  He watched the music of the cosmos twist and twirl amongst the stars.  His senses had finally begun to stretch across the graveyard, assessing his, for lack of a better word, kingdom.  He was, after all, the oldest resident of the grounds.  There were no new ghosts to speak of but there was a scent upon the air that he could not place.  It was close to his stone and carried the heaviness of iron.  It carried the rapacity of cells.  It carried life.  He began to move, seeking out the source of that life.  Surely no one of the living had visited the grounds, aside from him - the caretaker.  It had been years since anyone new had been planted into their grave, and all of the families of the rotted in the ground were long, long gone.  So why would…

      He paused when he drew upon the edge of the rock bordered path.  Iron.  Cells.  Life.  He moved down against a particularly sharp stone, his spectral fingers drifting across the surface as wonder touched his thoughts.  Life.  Actual life that had fueled a living human was spilled across the smattering of rocks.  He moved his face in close to feel the faint vibration that was still carried in the blood.  It is a joy to feel this.  A joy to know that a life had passed across the grass and taken in the space of his graveyard.  The corners of his mouth curled and stretched as he retreated back to his headstone.  There had been life present.  Was that why he had been roused?  He felt his essence tremble over the possibility.  Instead of resuming his slumber, he decided to wait; watch; contemplate the oddity.

      His hand pushed through the headstone that had anchored him nearly every day of the human year, save the thin times when the fabric would fail and allow those of the living to confuse those of the dead as one of their own.  His index finger traced the deep cut ‘J’ in the polished stormy granite that marked the first letter of his name.  The letters no longer truly held meaning.  No one was left to mourn him.  No one was left for him to remember through faded fondness and cooled over warm memories.

      It was an odd feeling whenever it struck.  No one was left to remember him.  How many ancient cultures believed that if the soul was remember by those of the living, then in fact the one who was dead lived on?  And wasn’t it also believed if the one who was dead, and not remembered, the soul would cease to exist?  And yet, he was there, chained to the stone his melted corpse resided beneath.  Chained to the grounds that only the dead could dare to know on such an intimate level.

      He was by no means alone.  Although many had disappeared, embracing the light or welcoming the fire when the solitude gripped too tightly for too long, or perhaps when their patch of ground grew too putrid and obnoxious that either joy or damnation would be accepted readily.  Not him, though.  The radiance was never offered, while the hellfire never beckoned like a lover either.  He truly was part of the in-between.  Not that it bothered him.  The Thinning time was his glory, even though it was rare and erratic.

      Each Thinning, she would appear.  She was neither of the living nor of the dead.   He wondered if she was a goddess - eternal like time, ethereal like nature.  Perhaps she was a forgotten entity, purged to make way for man and his foolish and mostly stupid beliefs that he was any better, any smarter, any stronger.  If there was one thing he understood from his centuries of life and death was that man was nothing but juvenile.  Juvenile in their handling of life.  Juvenile in their handling of grief.  A woman on her own understood life, understood grief.  She could survive alone just fine.

     Time flowed beyond his attention.  The grass began to push through the patches of stubborn snow that clung to the hope that the cold would remain.  There was a brightness that curled and sweetened the sky with a life’s breath that only the dead and those of the in-between could appreciate enough to see.  The vibrant peach and lavender of the sun’s trail caught his eyes long enough to push wildflowers from the earth to bring forth the swarming of the crickets and bugs of the early summer.

     ‘A’.  The letter had a chink in the cross where the stone cutter botched it up.  He dragged his finger across the flaw for human hours at a time, grimacing over the tortured frame of what it meant to be the letter ‘A’.  The fog was growing thicker as the supposed witching hour of the night drew forth.  He often wondered over the purpose of such an hour.  Time never affected the dead or those of the in-between.  The so-called witches that the time was meant for never were concerned to wait for the practice of their sacred rituals.  Perhaps it was used for those who were of the veil but not of his own likeness.  He smiled as his sight passed over those who were his incognizant companions in the graveyard.  They never acknowledged his presence, nor that of each other for that matter.  It was a point of contention when he first discovered himself in the cemetery.  Why would there be such division beyond the veil of the living?  Was it the casting of purgatory to punish those who were arrested in the frozen state of death before the larger powers to claim their own dead beings?  Baffling.

     He lazed before his stone; his thoughts stretched out beyond the land he was bound to, images of lives he had lived projecting out of him like a film, though he scarcely could remember what he could only identify as vague memories.  How could he have sailed the Great Lakes and trod across virgin land, and travel the earth in search of great knowledge and culture, and stain his hands in a vineyard as a farmer and strummed his fingers against the frets of a guitar for the enjoyment of many?  Surely not just in one lifetime.  There were overwhelming moments of fragility, pain, love and… ugliness.

     Frustrated over the toil of his thoughts, he moved across the fractured landscape to the wrought iron gates.  The chain of his headstone gave him a gentle tug with each inch that he passed along.  He could feel the air of the living billowing on the other side, dancing in the sunlight of the day.  Wasn’t it just night?  He glanced back to find indeed the sun had risen and passed overhead.  A wanton expression passed over his otherwise unmoving lips.

     He drifted north, following the chinks and twists and flaws of the neglected fence as if he could ever leave the boundary of his world.  He paused at the edge and forced his vision to dim to nothing so that he might feel nothing.  It would be easy enough as only fields of early crops and a singular road stretched out before him in an endless roll of land.  But…

     A light beckoned.  It sparkled on the very horizon like a star, but cooled as it drew closer until it faded into a human form.  A human-shaped woman in all her fragility and vigor was walking along the broken asphalt of the road.  Dressed in a flowing fabric drenched in light, she demanded his attention through her silence.  He trailed behind her until finally, he stopped, face to face with her, discovering her reaching for the cemetery gate as if reaching out for him.  Her skin, smooth and without the tarnish of age, shimmered with a perfume that he is sure is beautiful like apple blossoms, or perhaps delicate lilacs.  Her graceful gait makes her appear to be floating over the hidden rock and fissures of the ground.  He was compelled in his interest by the creature as the corners of her eyes began to fade and signs of aging began to whisper across the skin of her hands and throat.  Her hair began to thin and lose its luster.  He had never come across such a human as to grow old before him.  Perhaps she was wraith, untethered and unseeing of his being.

     He followed her step for step through the graveyard.  Her body grew small and bent by gravity.  Her face becomes ancient and heavily marred by time.  Her eyes cloud over as is always the case of the elderly, as if they can take in more of the world around them.  And yet - she is beautiful.  Delicate.  Alluring.  He was drawn to her like a lighthouse calling him to shore.

     “What are you?”  he whispered into her scraggle of hair that had loosened from its tether.

     She appears to nearly tumble across the stone path and he is in awe that she comes to a stop before his headstone.  Her body is ancient.  Her clouded eyes blur and close as her breath labors to enter and leave her body.  A badly twisted hand snaked out from the woman’s shroud and landed against his name.  He watched silently as she lowered herself to her knees, resting her forehead to the granite before her.  Her breath became shallow…  unmeasured.

      “Are you dying?”  he asked, his eyes wide as he came to rest beside her.

      She stretched out onto the hardness of the ground, cheek resting upon her arm.  He lays beside her like a forgotten lover.  He longs to touch her.  To ease her pain as a mumbled sting of ache bubbles from her mouth.  For a span of minutes, there is nothing.  No breath.  No sound.  No… life.  He watches her in utter fascination, finding himself unable to do anything other than lay beside her.  

     “Are you…”  

     His words fail in a crackled mess as a note stirred within him.  A note of bitter familiarity that clawed and scratched at his mind like it was trying to force him to remember something that refused to be revealed.  The creature gasped and sputtered and choked, startling him.  One gnarled hand, followed by the other, began to push against the earth.  He rose up over her, stunned as in painfully slow fashion, she gathered her knees beneath her once more.  Her noises are guttural and deep as she uses his headstone to make her way back to standing.  He moved around to the back of the stone as she paused to capture her breath once more.  He looked into her face and a pang of awareness crashed upon him like a wave.  The knowledge of this person was a blackened spot to him, but there was a sense of familiarity that he could not place.  She began to turn away, the brittleness of her bones crinkled and popped against his ears.

     Achingly slow, she began her journey back towards the gate.  He drifted around her, looping his mist through her fingers and against the exposed skin of her cheek.  The breeze tickled shades of blush and orange against her hair and he noticed the age that had tugged and blurred and swirled against her to bend her was reversing.  Her back became straighter with each of her steps.  The deep lines of wisdom and life were fading.  The full curve of her lip and striking beauty of her skin bloomed before him and fully returned by the time her hand pushed open the heavy gate.

     For the briefest of moments, he stood before her.  Her eyes appeared to be locked upon only him.  Had she known of his presence all along?  He wondered if she could see him as he had been - wisps of chestnut strands that floated across his shoulders and the hair that curled around its tie that fell between his shoulder blades.  The coy ghost of a smile that always seemed to be present upon his mouth.  Did she see the dark swirl of earth tones in his eyes and the caramel tint of his skin?

     Her eyes shimmered as he dared to reach his spectral hand out to brush against the heated flesh of her cheek.  He pretended to press the palm against the plump flesh and smooth the pad of his thumb across the ridge of her cheekbone.  For a fraction of a second, she even seemed to lean into his hand like a welcomed lover.  And then…

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     She walked away from him, dragging a light that grew brighter the further away she moved.  He watched the light, beaming like a star until it disappeared beyond the horizon.

     The ‘C’ of his name was the most elaborate, but most shallow of the cuts into the stone.  It scrolled with a flourish that left him to wonder if it was created to remind him of a flamboyant moment that he had once lived.  Or perhaps the stone cutter thought he was being funny, perhaps cryptic with such a deliberate act.  Regardless, it could keep him enthralled for days, tracing the intricate loops and noticing how quickly the craftsmanship faded over the years.

     There was not much of his human self he remembered.  Perhaps he was rather insignificant and there was nothing of notoriety to remember.  He could not recount the number of spirits who cried over their being, only to wail as their loved ones drifted through the tall grass and treacherously uneven grounds to mourn their passing.  He wondered if time had given him so much distance from his human self to no longer realize that simple magic of the world and thus, released his mortal memory to allow the wonderment of the dead in.

      The days were stretched to the limit, gobbling up each extra second like a greedy tick.  He felt the air shimmering fat around him with a heat and kiss of life that he seldom took the chance to relish.  His fingers pressed into the center swirl of the ‘C’ as his thoughts bent to the creature.  She was not present on the mortal daily, but her appearance had become fixture - stretching from the horizon, her light bellowed in like a tidal wave.  He could not help but to follow as she tread through her aging process to stoop and drop a lily.  He tried to grab her attention.  He tried to test to see if she could see him.  Each time, he would be left to wonder.  Her reaction was always the same, one that could be construed as the human tilt of her head, a longing look to join him, maybe.  There was no definitive proof that she offered in her visits.

      ‘O’.  Never ending.  No beginning.  No ending.  Maybe the ‘O’ was like himself in that manner.  How a blink of his eye could find him removed and forwarded by whole earthly seasons.  The air had turned.  It no longer held the breath of warmth and sunshine of summer.  Instead, it held the darkening, faded breath of life.  The line between those of the living and those of the dead was thinning.  He could feel it against where his skin once resided.  If he were amongst the living, he would inhale this air until his lungs could hold no more.  To the point of it burning and almost painful but the perfume too beautiful to not relish in such a manner.  Alas, his body required no lungs, no skin.

      The creature’s visits were growing more sporadic.  He watched from up close and from afar.  He tried to touch and tried to ignore.  It did not matter.  Her tread was always the same.  Her return to the horizon was unfettered by whatever antics he would attempt.  To say that it was maddening would admit to feeling something of his residual humanness.  Was it impatience?  Curiosity, perhaps.  Whatever it was, he did not like being centered around this being that could come and go, taking his attention and thoughts with it.

     ‘B’.  His final letter allowed him to return and finish his own name.  The letter resides just as deep as the ‘J’, but the flag at the top bends backwards in a trail that weaves through the loop of the ‘O’ and tangles with the flair of the ‘C’, like a tree branch.  It skews the ‘A’ and hovers over the ‘J’, providing a fancy little cap to the name he had known as his own for all his time.  Jacob.

      It was not the first incarnation of his name.  There were older forms of the name that he had known.  All meaning the same thing - the surplanter.  He wondered if he had been a good man.  Had he been evil in a good world?  The fuzziness of his memories were mere echoes of what could have been but never concrete.  Never accurate.   

      The brittle leaves of the poplars and birch rattled like an old, sick man’s breath and were yellowed like his teeth.  He tilted his chin upwards, looking into the gray sky beyond the dense canopy above and caught sight of the swirl of the cosmos that only those beyond the veil were privy to.  The stars were dancing and singing, though no human could ever hear the beauty that was always wrapped around them in their ignorance.  And yet, he tapped his toe and hummed along like a human would to their most favorite tune.  The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened over the idiocy of the moment, but then, who was he not to enjoy a little morsel of what it was like to be the human he once was?  Music stirred deep within him like nothing else.  It saddened him, maddened him, and filled him with the feeling that he once had been real, although he was unsure of how long he had indeed been dead.

      Days were shortening.  They were becoming like a careworn silk belt on a robe.  He enjoyed sitting on his headstone, watching the wind play against the grass.  Humans couldn’t see the colors that are pushed around flying like dandelion fluff, carrying the fallen leaves and bits of life too dry to survive upon its host.  Perhaps it was one of those things that were put forth to mesmerize the eye of the dead to distract from the living.  He didn’t care.  If the colors of the world and the cosmos of the sky were placed there to keep him from terrorizing the grander scale of the world, so be it.

Divider by @cafekitsune

I hope you liked this intro chapter.  If you would like to be added to my taglist, let me know - reply or send an ask.  The Dead will probably not be ready fully for posting until after the first of the new year.  I really have a lot of work to do on it.  In the meantime, I do have a new fiction starting soon that is rather angsty.  See you again soon!

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[pitruli]

Small quick post cause i haven't done stuff in a while, and i just did some sketches for a concept in my minecraft worldbuilding stuff ^^

So, slimes !

They're scavenger animals, eating other dead mobs and keeping the bones as "upgrades"! They will go in priority for skulls and cages, to protect their brain and heart first, everything else is like bonus haha

I drew them literally translucent but they are actually far from it ! Their flesh is close to be totally opaque, the bones they may have are visible only in front of a strong light. Though, as their flesh is similar to the texture of squishy anti stress toys, light spreads through their thinner parts and makes them look almost glowy. Their flesh is also not that sticky (on live slimes); they are covered by a thin membrane to avoid getting stuck on any surface. (It becomes extra sticky when harvested flesh is melted for block making)

Slimes have the quickest healing process of all living beings, as splicing a part of themselves is an important part of their life; feeding themselves, cycling their bones, or even surviving being cut in half! Funny enough, they are also very good for bones preservation ! Their flesh is acidic for digesting meat, but not enough to damage bones. Which means the bones a slime had borrowed may be found as fossils centuries after the slime has died. (Though, with their bone mixing tendencies, they are both helpful for researches on past lives, but also fricking devils.)

Slime players aren't actually that different from wild slimes. Sure, they have the player ability and are proved to be sentient like other species of players, but they are still small squishy living beings. The only other difference is their slightly more developed jaw, allowing them to eat without having to heal afterwards every time. Other than that, they still need to shape themselves up.

For that, slime payers usually build artificial structures, resistant to their acid and fitting their taste. Using a full natural skeleton can be seen as long past tradition, as natural bones aren't the safest way to structure themselves (could break easily or bear diseases if not cleaned correctly before using it). But using fancy artificial skull to look like wild animals or monster is a well known fashion trend that slime players love to use to display their unique metabolism.

#reshie.art #worldbuilding #damn i loved doing that #i went a bit wild with different details and i didn't expect to be that inspired about slimes #i should really do more posts like this for other minecraft monsters ! #minecraft worldbuilding #minecraft slime

[glouchyouchy]

Hi! You may have noticed that I recently added a part to chapter III.1 ( chapter 7 numerically ), and may have wondered why I even bothered 😂 Well, several things were on l my mind that I wanted to resolve :

1.1) Show how Ezra ( in this story, at least ) is trying to keep a low profile in the world at large ( i.e. he wants to ‘stay dead or missing’ ) because he is far wiser now than he was as his teenage self, back when he was last in the known Star Wars galaxy. He doesn’t necessarily want to attract any attention to himself being one of the few surviving Jedi, for many reasons that you can glean from reading the fic ( 😁 );

1.2) Show how Ezra interacts with other people outside of his immediate ‘family’ ( i.e., Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and even Kallus, Hondo, etc. ), particularly ‘ordinary’ folk who don’t have the desire or capability to be active in the larger conflicts of the galaxy;

2) Portray Peli the way I see her, since a) I absolutely ADORE her character ( from The Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett ), b) I’ve mentioned her several times already throughout the fic and it didn’t feel right to not have her make what is essentially a ‘cameo’ in this story;

3) Flesh out how I would imagine the Phantom II would… Progress. 😊 Ever since I was young, I’d always been an enthusiast of impossible technology ( which is the main reason why I LOVE sci fi, steampunk, etc etc, and of course, Star Wars )… So this is a way for me to indulge that side of myself.

Well, speaking of indulging THAT… Here are some sketches of the Phantom II ( or rather, what I called the Phantom II.1 in the fic 😊 ). Ever since I saw this little Sheathipede that Sabine modified to fit the purposes of the Ghost crew, I’ve been OBSESSED at imagining how it could be improved to be more capable and be on par with the best starfighters out there.

I designed it to basically be sufficiently armed, agile, and quick enough to be competitive in a dogfight with any ship; be capable of functioning as a residence / base of operations for a lone, maybe a couple of ( very close ) Jedi; be a viable research / exploration vessel that can sustain its crew for very, VERY, long periods of time ( hence it being equipped by a refresher ( since sanitation and hygiene is key to comfort and health long-term; also, it functions as a water recycling facility for the ship ( from urine, waste water, even excess moisture from the atmosphere of the ship )), conservator ( food and water ), and utility room ( to fix broken or cobble together new equipment, fix clothes, fix the ship, etc )).

ALL VERY RELEVANT, since being in a completely new, hitherto UNEXPLORED galaxy is a major theme that I’ve delved into in this fic…

Hope this helps in visualizing what I have in mind! 😊 See you on February 14 ( it’s for the Sabezra event on that day, but I forgot what exactly it was called! ( UGH I’m so forgetful nowadays… having just turned 36 a week ago does that to your brain 😂 )) for the next update for my fic ( The Mandalorian and the Jedi ), in case you’re interested. 😊

Happy weekend to all,

glouchyouchy

[ EDIT : Finally managed to squeeze in the time to add this sketch ( the one I was talking about above ) :

I’ve always wondered if the ‘fin’ of the Sheathipede could possibly be used to conceal some hidden features / armaments… So here it is :) I imagined that it’d look cobbled together from parts lying around in Pelli’s hangar :) ]

#the mandalorian and the jedi fanfic #ezrabine #sabezra #sabine x ezra #ezra x sabine #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars ahsoka #ART? More like a technical doodle of my impossible-tech obsessed mind 😂

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

hi!! I really love your blog🥹🥹if it’s okay with you, can you give me some advices how to wire a good essay? I am really struggling maybe due to adhd or is it just because of me it just seems really hard and I would REALLY appreciate your advice (no pressure ❤️) thank you, have a nice day!!❤️

Hi! Thank you so much! This is such a good question, and I'd be happy to help you out as best I can! First of all, I completely empathize with you! Essays can be really tricky, and it takes some practice to get a hang of it. I know how frustrating it can be (cut-scene to me lying on the floor, curled up in a ball and on the verge of tears because I can't get the words to go), but try to be kind to yourself! Take breaks and ask for help when you need it! And remember to eat and stay hydrated! Very important!

Secondly, I'm situating this within the framework of the dominant education system within the West (as that's what I'm most familiar with). I don't necessarily agree with all of these points (e.g., what is considered "credible" according to dominant settler-colonial educational institutions is grounded in eurocentric, classist, racist, sexist, etc. ideologies, which exclude very valuable and important forms of knowledge and learning). Regardless, this advice should hopefully help you write within that general framework! Good luck, anon!

STEP ONE: GETTING STARTED

If you have trouble focusing (as I do!), there are a couple of tricks you can try! These won't work for everyone, and they might not work all the time, but I like to give them a shot when I feel like I'm at a dead-end. BODY-DOUBLING: Get someone to sit with you while you're doing your work. Alternatively, I've heard that joining a "study with me" livestream can help make your brain get into that "writing" mode.

FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT: Pretend you're someone else. I know it sounds silly, but bear with me for a moment. When I can't focus, I pretend I'm a world-class scholar who's working on her great manuscript (even though, in reality, I'm some sleep-deprived dumbass scrawling an essay at three in the morning). This can help to shift your perception and give you motivation to keep going

CHANGE IT UP: ADHD brains thrive on novelty. Try switching up your environment a little bit. Sometimes, it helps me to work on the opposite end of my desk. Occasionally, I'll even grab my laptop and sit UNDER my desk, just to add some variety and try to kick my brain into gear.

STEP TWO: BRAINSTORMING

Okay, so you're ready to go! Great! We want to come up with some ideas for the essay! I usually like to do this by making a mind map. I'm very tired, so here's a rough sketch of what it might look like!

And a quick example (again, I'm very tired, so this is just the skeleton, sorry)!

STEP THREE: RESEARCHING

Depending on how you like to structure your brainstorming, this can either come before or after step two! Either way, when you're doing research, you want to look for a few key things in your sources. I'll list some of them here

How recent is this information? If it's something like a historical or literary essay, of course primary sources are best, so it's okay to use very old documents! However, if we're writing a scientific research paper, we want to use more up-to-date info.

Is the author an expert in what they're discussing? Look at their credentials.

What is the purpose of the information? Is the source trying to teach us something, or is it trying to sell us something?

Try using Google Scholar! The "Advanced Search" settings can be particularly helpful!

STEP FOUR: OUTLINING

Now we have all our information, and we have an idea of what we'd like to say! Try placing it in an outline, such as the one I created below (Sorry, this is a very incomplete outline. Again. Very very tired. On the verge of falling asleep as I'm writing this lol). Please note that this outline is more for generating a basic idea of what you want to say. Post-secondary education (at least where I live) doesn't rely on this format as much, so take my advice with a grain of salt.

STEP FIVE: DRAFTING

Time for your first draft! Try putting everything together into one document! Remember: it doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to get written. I'll add some pointers below!

Remember to use transitional terms/phrases. For instance, "however", "then", "first", "therefore", "in conclusion"! These help your writing flow smoothly!

Spellcheck. I'm a professional author, and even I mess up my spelling from time to time, so I treat spellcheck as a dear friend lol.

Always remember to format your proof as a sandwich. The intro to your proof is like the bread, the quote/proof/statistic is the filling, and the explanation and elaboration is the other piece of bread. This will help to structure your writing!

STEP SIX: EDITING

Yay, you made it! Time to edit! You can get someone to read over your work! You can also use a checklist, such as the one I've included below!

(full checklist)

Okay, that's about it! On a final note, REMEMBER TO CITE YOUR SOURCES! Google Docs has a built-in citation tool, if that helps! Software like Zotero can also be great, but my go-to is always Purdue OWL.

If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask!

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[dragonbma]

What’s Sammy like in your AUs? (Personality, but appearance in particular,, had an idea floating in my brain about an animation meme)

Saw this ask and I swear I have never speedrun a concept so fast- it must be partially from the art high I’m getting from the animatic. /j

Sammy infodumping below:

I’ve had a rough idea for their design for a while so I’ll try to sum this up as best I can. Sammy in my AUs (and headcanons for in game) was originally an explorer with Nurm. The duo would go and chart new territories, with Sammy being oriented on studying the fauna/flora of biomes and Nurm mapping. Eventually, the two run into Jack and Vos while on a treasure hunt and decide to help out. One successful treasure hunt later and all four become a group, going on adventures and mapping and such. After a few years, Nurm decides to go off and map new locations while the trio go off adventuring.

Sea Temple time oh boy: The trio stumble upon a prismarine gauntlet while spelunking and accidentally open the original “heckmouth.” (The gauntlet doesn’t have the curse of binding, but the heckmouth does pose a great threat.) Eager to find answers on how to close the dangerous pit, they visit the closest village: Mushroom Archipelago. Sammy, used to conversing with Nurm, translates for the group and they deduce that their best bet lies in a Sea Temple nearby. (Not going into too much detail here because I’m saving it for my fic.) Unfortunately things go awry upon entering the guardian room of the temple when Sammy is killed by the guardians and Vos locked away in the room’s traps.

—Petra reminds Jack a LOT of Sammy which is why he is so quick to open up to her and offer to take her on adventures.

—The potion in Sammy’s inventory at the time of her death was given to her by Vos (something to help defeat the elder guardians with like strength or speed.)

Personality:

—very similar to Petra (laid back, group mediator, etc)

—experienced archer and biologist (cartographer too after joining Jack and Vos)

—always carried a journal in her bag filled with sketches of biomes, plants, mobs, etc

—would have loved lush caves if she found one

Design Notes: (may be changed in final reference)

—bandages around hands help with climbing trees (usually to get to a vantage point for shooting)

—cape is very short and is often worn around neck or waist (also her diamond is in the center)

—every bit of me is holding back adding more plants to her apparel

—colors may be changed in her final design, but you’re absolutely free to use them nonetheless

—Hehe also as a little easter egg, for those of y’all who pay close attention to my drawings of Vos, you’ll know he carries leaves in his bag. Yes, that has always been a nod to my Sammy design. I may be slightly in denial that he’s dead, but he always plants to remind himself of her.

I cannot wait to see your animation meme omg. ^^ That sounds so freaking awesome—

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm sammy #mcsm vos #mcsm jack #mcsm nurm #bermuda brainrot hours #bermuda ramblings #bermuda replies #scriptscratches #enjoy the little animatic snippet at the bottom corner

[nicosraf]

do you have advices on planning/outlining a first draft ? like, when you have some ideas, a few scenes already written, but nothing coherent yet and you don’t even know in what order things will be. i just don’t know how to make the mess in my brain into an actual story.

also if you’re still sick i wish you a quick recovery, i hope you’re okay !

I struggle a lot with this!! I never know what to put in an outline because I get paralyzed by the fear that if I took the story another direction, it would be better. So, I need to say that this is one of the biggest demons I face, but here is what I do to try and sort out my brain and the story:

First, I dump the idea and the scenes I have (if I’ve already sketched them out, I just make a note of them, so that this doc is skimmable) into a doc. Then, I open a new doc and this is gonna be the outlining one. I organize some things in my head: 1. Every story has the pitch/hook (ABM’s, for ex, is “queer fall of satan”), and sometimes I frame it as a question (“what if satan was gay and that lead to his downfall?”), 2. the primary character(s) development — I’m a more character-focused guy so I ask myself where I want to see the main character emotionally by the end of the book (to use an example from one of my WIPs — I have a character who is untouchable at the beginning, but I want him dead and crazed and disillusioned by the end), and 3. the setting.

I struggle with the first chapter always, but I remind myself that an outline can be re-done and fixed, so I come up with something that would hook me personally (I try to put myself in the readers shoes), and then with the idea of this character, I start following the thread of the hook/pitch. For example, my WIP untouchable main character; I begin with him at the top of the world, then I make something happen that makes him step into the hook, and then I “action-consequence” walk with the protagonist up a mountain of mounting problems. I take cues from the dump of ideas I had, and I also brainstorm as I outline. If I saw I’m walking with my character toward a mountain, then I think a good idea could be to have him get lost (see how setting is important too!). I think knowing what character relationships you want to push also helps you decide to “walk” your character toward situations that will develop their feelings toward certain people.

It helps to have an idea of your final word count to gauge how many scenes in the entire draft you’re going to want to have. If you find yourself having walked with your character 5000 chapters, then maybe stop and look at what events in the draft are the least interesting to cut them entirely.

Another thing – sometimes you have a good idea where the scenes you’ve sketched out should be in the story. I usually come up with climax scenes first, so use your scene ideas for guidance. Play around with them — maybe you have this big fight scene in your head that would fit a climax but maybe consider putting it toward the front.

Lastly, remember that you can rewrite an outline as many times as you want; the first might be terrible but it’ll help you try and figure out a story for the scenes and idea in your head. I hope this is helpful!!! Im definitely not an expert!! I hope you find whats best for you and good luck with writing ! (And thank you for the well wishes :’) <3 )

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[toontruelove]

Mugman brain rot lets goo!!

Mugman would often say he is alright after the fight with the devil but like cuphead he would he as close to you as he could be but would respect your boundaries. But when he finds himself hugging you he would feel calm and just want to stay hugging you but would stop after a while. Also like cuphead he enjoys you touching his cheek and would press into it but he would hum happily at the touch. And after some prying he finally opened up to you about what happened and you knew once he got talking he won’t stop about it, and that was a good thing in your eyes. Casino Mugman would often tell you about his professor to a point you asked him if the information he had was worth missing a few events you had in the time fame he was gone. He would be confused and check his pocket calendar and his heart would drop at the sight that yes, he did miss a few events you had set up. Thinking about the pros and cons he soon started to see the professor less and less so that he can spend more time with you and cuphead to a point he almost forgot about the potion and his research. Reinked Mugman. Like his brother he was a mess but was holding it together quite well but one simple touch on his back would bring everything rushing back to him. Making him have a panic attack. Quickly you would start the grounding techniques you have learned to help yourself when the two would be gone. Thankfully it helped and you just held him close and rubbed his back so he can cry it out. He could have died multiple times and he almost lost his best friend. Vampire Mugman while studying about the Calix animi he would meet you in the library because you would be the one to check out the books to him. At first he thought you were nice and loved talking to you. But when you said you knew dead languages and knew how to read them he saw you as his angel and held your hands. Asking if you could help him and how could you say no to those big blue eyes? Lamia Mugman was the more cautious of the two when Cuphead lead you into their temple home, he would watch you from up high as you took notes and made sketches of everything you saw. When you were lead outside mugman watched you from the tree tops with his tail dangling down a bit be hind you, and seeing you so engrossed with your work he smirked and gave his tail a quick rattle making you yell and jump up onto the table you had set up. Seeing your reaction made him laugh to a point he almost fell from the tree but thankfully he didn’t. He knew he was going to have fun messing with you if your guard was down. Casino’s king mugman was known as the scared brother of the two always on edge when ever Cuphead made a move to do something. But one of the rare times he was able to relax was when him and Devil were together. It was no secret they loved one another but hearing the door open to their room made Mugman quickly hid his wings as Devil was gently rubbing them, both knew that Cuphead wanted to eat the wings for some reason but seeing it was you they both relaxed. With a bit of a laugh you just walked into the room and started to clean up, telling the two to ignore you. And they did for a moment till you walked over and spoke up gently scolding devil for not helping mugs to take care of his wings better, confused he looked at you as you touched his wing but soon relaxed as you taught devil how to properly take care of his wings. After the lesson you left the room leaving the two alone. But that made them look at each other and nod, they found a new ally. [This mugman is not yet done, please come back at another time] Casino mugman @askcupsandcasinos reinked mugman @babtqftim-reinked vampire mugman me Lamia Mugman and Casino’s king mug man @inkmachine7

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[modx-reborn]

Been thinking… reader finding artist!Simpur not so innocent drawing of them and makes his fantasy’s come true and more. (Dom reader btw-)

-Book anon

Ahhh, Thank you book.

Sure the arts block of the campus was kinda old, a little run down, and filled with... Stuff but at least it was mostly quiet and mostly quiet meant free periods were easy for him to work, to draw and dive into the idea of how you would look spread out in all your glory, how you would look lost in rapture, it meant he was able to use his skills and the few images he had snagged of you at the beach to draw out a semi-real version of you.

Admittedly the book he was using for these was only filled with pictures of you, from normal sketches of sitting and laughing to these more scandalous drawings of you lost in carrying throws of pleasure. Lord forgive him should anyone find these drawings, it would be a death sentence for his already dead and dying social presence, but it would spell an end to the just barely there tolerance you have for him, always so kind to him even as he stutters and stumbles through simple conversations with you.

And sure, maybe he had made a habit of dropping one of the better drawings in your bag every now and then, but at least you never made a fuss about it, or not in front of him at least.

Or you hadn't till now.

He had dropped another drawing of you off, this one simple and cute, a little sketch of you dozing on your desk or it should have been but once he was home, tucking the book away the drawing he was sure he had slipped into your bag fell out. Perfectly folded and signed just as they always are when he slips them into your bag, but if this was here then...

You were usually confused and a little flattered by the drawings left in your bag, but today, today it was something else, the usually sweet little sketch or drawing was more descriptive, a clear display of need, lust, and want, it was a full shaded and lined piece displaying someone, head thrown back and arms crossed over their face with what is quite clearly you straddling their thighs, a hand wrapped around their cock.

It was a far cry from the normal drawings that you had let collect in a box in your dorm, and it was a little strange, the drawing was lovely no doubt about it, a display of skill and time put into finishing it but you were still wracking your brain for who could have drawn such a thing? Sure you had one or two people you and your friends joked about having a crush on you but none of them were the kind that would do something like this.

Or well none of the ones that came to mind straight away, but maybe you wouldn't have to think all that hard about it as you were quick to catch the person behind the drawing once again dipping their hand into your bag, either dropping a new drawing or looking for the one you had kept folded up and tucked in your wallet since it was left for you. The sight of the tall, lanky, awkward guy from your English class with his hand still halfway in your bag was kind of cute and it made a little more sense than thinking it was one of the others that had shown interest in you.

"You know, it's always the ones like you, the shy ones, the awkward ones, the tall lanky back of the room dwellers that have these... Fantasies, and boy do you have them. I wonder how many more of these little drawings of me you have? How many pages have you filled with these ideas? Well? You wanna be a little creep and think about me like this, maybe I should take initiative and let you live them hmm? Keep you from straying those pretty brown eyes from me. Would you like that?"

#book anon #c: simpbur #mcyt smut #obsessive behavior #k: light degradation #k: light praise #mxad #anon response

[starrzies]

★Possessed [Fanart]★

Screenshot Redraw from the S3 2nd Special episode!!

Absolutely loved the idea of this and I’m definitely not original by redrawing this. Pretty sure its been done a million times before. In fact, I sketched this scene in my sketchbook in June but only did it now because I'm now confident in my style. 

I drew this during an 8 hour livestream over on Twitch and oh boy. I’m dead! I have no idea if this even looks good- To my exhausted brain is does soooooo,,,, ANYWAYS. 

I hope to do more fanart in the future but my brain is so dead and empty atm that I just can’t get any ideas! I’ll eventually draw something again LMFAO.

Sorry for the terrible screenshot LMFAO, I got it from a YouTube video because I did not want to go searching for it somewhere on Google LMFAO.

Please don’t let this flop-

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