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myimaginationplain · 2 years
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adult mabel dresses like this btw, sorry I don't make the rules
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skysdrawings · 2 years
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Some older Dipper designs, plus some random teenage Mabel designs
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dyspri · 10 months
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I have a few Head canons on some of the older characters of gravity falls.
I think that pacifica kind of became a bit of a hippie/spiritualist after moving out of her familes home. And vibes more with Mabel's engery. She did a lot of self work and got into meditation and yoga. She's also trying to self promote her singing career.
Mabel is party central and has mass parties with people over all the time, had to move out of the mystery shack due to Stan getting annoyed. Still a super creative, I feel like she's an artist working in large scale sculpture and festival design.
Dipper fell in love with a demon and that's super problematic for him and others, but he doesn't really care. With Bill funding him for everything, he doesn't work and travels a lot, solving mysteries.
Bill gets along well with all of Dippers friends - mostly cause he's charming and knows how to befriend each one of them, but Wendy never fully trusts him and Bill can tell.
Wendy gets into a good collage and is away from gravity falls often, but visits as much as possible. She studies law, but wants to be a politician so she can make the world better. In her spare time she teaches axe throwing classes.
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strawbubbysugar · 9 months
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So(u)l Chapter 1
A soulmate daycare attendant x reader slowburn!
Disclaimer: it/its pronouns are used for the daycare attendant until he achieves sentience! Here's the AO3 link to read it there as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951#workskin
Busy. Busy busy busy, always so busy. Never even a moments rest to stop and think- not that it needed an entire second, a laughably long amount of time. Jeremy was trying to eat glue. Tasha was shoving a dirty sock from the ball pit into one of the generators littered around the room- as if they weren’t already enough of a fire hazard.
It was lucky it was so quick, so ready to jump into the candy covered sticky fray. It was even luckier that it was a computer, a robot designed specifically for children. Maybe not designed for this specific job, but it performed it well. It took pride in it, as much as an artificial intelligence could, and even moreso knowing that all of its knowledge and expertise in this area was learned through experience rather than it being loaded into its artificial brain. It was advanced. It was incredibly advanced, far moreso than any other technology outside of the fazbear corporation.
A learning, growing AI, worth millions of dollars, and now with one hand holding onto the labelled seam of a toddler’s pants, dangling them from where they’d attempted a jump off the highest height of the jungle gym. The other hand was holding back an eight year old, who was beginning to realize that they were too mature for the daycare and acting out to prove it as they attempted to peel the safety foam off the sharp corners at the top of the structure. Its feet were being used to hold himself to the gym, hooked into the criss cross patterned grating and providing it just enough leverage to remain opposed to gravity.
If it had core muscles, they would be straining at the effort. At the moment, all the straining was a result of its desperate attempt to not drop either child, nor use too much force and accidentally hurt them.
Its foot slipped slightly, ever so slightly. Not enough to make it fall, but enough that it knew that scenario wasn’t far off. Its mind ran a hundred thousand calculations a millisecond, before it finally calculated the best choice.
It used the hand holding the back of the older child’s shirt to yank them towards it while simultaneously throwing the toddler up up UP into the air. It did a spinning cartwheel off the structure, using both it’s hands to launch the older child into the ball pit as if he were a basketball, hearing him land with a scattering of hollow plastic balls. Finally, it hit the ground with a duck, a roll, and a bounce to stand back up. Holding out its perfectly engineered hands and-
Poomf!
Catching the little one with time to spare. The fluid, lifelike robot beamed and wiggled ite finger over the child’s nose, earning a giggle before it put them down and sent them on their wobbly way.
“Remember kids, the top of the structure is off off off limits!” It announced, its million dollar smile bright and cheerful, it’s voice so full of life you wouldn’t know it didn’t have one.
“Mr Sun!!” Two of the children screamed, in a tug of war over a stuffed Chica.
“Hello, friends!” It smiled at them, bounding over in far fewer steps than it would take a human, thanks to its incredibly long legs. “Are we playing nice and sharing our toys??”
One of the children shook their head quickly. “Billy isn’t letting go of MY chica!!”
“I saw it first!!” He retorted, tugging on the doll again. The animatronic faintly heard the sound of seams pulling taut.
“But I brought it from home!!” The little girl whined. “Mr SUN!!”
It gently patted both of their heads, crouching down to get closer to the both of them. “Amanda, you brought your toy from home, so you get to decide if you want to share it! Billy, Amanda is very upset, so do you think you could find a different toy??”
It’s voice remained as bouncy and excited as ever, even while crouched down trying to calm down a situation. Billy scowled before tugging on the toy again, and even Amanda could hear the ripping now. She screamed in terror at the idea of her toy being broken, pulling back harder in a vain attempt to retrieve it. “NOOOO!!”
It scanned the situation, running through calculations before coming to its final option. The last one before simply lifting up the children and physically separating them.
“Whooooo wants a sundrop!!” It held out two round little orange candies, magicked out of thin air from behind the children’s ears.
They stared for a moment, but only a moment before the toy was dropped and the candies grabbed eagerly. The daycare attendant lifted up the toy, depositing it in Amanda’s arms. It reached over into one of the many piles of toys surrounding the daycare and pulled out a Monty plush, plopping it into the arms of Billy. “There we go! Now we both have a toy!”
It’s wide smile beamed as it squinted it’s optics in a show of approval. Both children seemed at least satiated with the end result- both with a toy and a piece of candy, before running off in opposite directions. It stood up and surveyed the room, looking for the next challenge to tackle.
The child who had been dunked into the pit finally dragged himself out, throwing a plastic ball at the attendant’s head in indignation that his plan to ruin safety codes had been thwarted.
The ball whizzed towards the animatronic, with surprisingly good aim for a kid of that age. Aim didn’t matter however, when the daycare attendant had sensors in the back of its head. It’s torso turned before his head and caught the ball. When it’s head caught up, rotating to face him, it beamed his same, static smile at the boy.
“Oh ho ho, Lukas!” It chided, voice loud enough to fill the entire daycare with ease. It used its foot to kick two more balls that had been scattered along the mats into its hands, and began juggling them. “Throwing things is not permitted in the daycare! Unless of course we’re playing catch- but I don’t remember agreeing to play!!”
As it walked over to the boy, it continued to scoop up balls, juggling them even as the number of them became more and more unfathomable to be kept in the air all at one time.
Lukas folded his arms and huffed, turning and sitting on the edge of the ball pit. He paused until he knew the attendant was close, mischievous little grin worming it’s way across his face. By the time the attendant was close enough to roll the balls off its shoulder in a graceful slide back into their designated place in the pit, he had a new plan.
He threw himself off the edge of the ball pit, sliding between the attendant’s legs and booking it for the structure. He knew the attendant had difficulty maneuvering inside of it, though it wasn’t impossible. He’d have to be quick to make it through. He had no real goal, of course. He was here until his mom came for him at four.
But getting that dumb robot all tangled up for a few minutes would be compensation enough for having been interrupted during his brooding on top of the structure.
The robot feigned being startled as it was slid under, having seen the boy’s muscles tensing long before he actually moved. Its programming urged it to allow the children small victories over it- to improve their self confidence, and their growth. It gasped dramatically, throwing every ball it was juggling into the air at once and letting them pelt it as they came back down.
Several children who were watching giggled at the display, enjoying watching the oldest kid in the daycare really stick it to the man. Er.. the robot.
The older kids knew the robot wasn’t really alive. He was a toy, meant to watch over them while their parents were at work, or with their older siblings in the gigantic pizzaplex. He was like .. an elf on the shelf. He couldn’t really do anything to you, but he could tell your parents if you had been naughty, and that was often more than enough to deter them from bad behaviour. He played games, sang songs, told stories, did arts and crafts- he did it all!
Almost like a real person!
Lukas had, at this point, been sticking out his tongue at the attendant from the slide, teasing and making rude gestures.
The attendant’s array of yellow points, surrounding his head like a halo of sunshine, flattened back slightly. It’s programming censored the rude gesture for it, but it knew that it was against the rules. Rules that it took VERY seriously.
“Lukas! That is against the rules! Please step out of the-!” It peered up into the tube that the boy had disappeared into, whirring clicks filling the plastic tunnel as it tried to pathfind the best way to handle this situation.
It was frozen for a fraction of a second before deciding to follow him. It knew the boy was trying to get it to follow, but that’s what it was here for. To play! To follow the rules in order to keep order and structure to the fun, to play along, and to keep humans safe were the pillars on which its AI was built. It was harmless to follow, and would only serve as a lesson to the boy when he was caught to not break the rules.
It crawled into the slide, on all fours, almost spider-like as it ascended. “Luuuukaaaas!” It called, in a sing-songy voice, completely oblivious in any bit of its coding as to how terrifying this situation would be to a child. “Rulebreakers don’t get to keep playing, they have to go in TIME OUT!”
It reached the end of the slide, crouching as it scanned the area. It found the bio signature near instantly, though with a moments hesitation. He was using the generator as a mask to hide his body heat- clever! It added that note to Lukas’s file to compliment his mother on when she came for pickup. The parents were usually much friendlier to it after it complimented their children. Not that their nervous looks and barely hidden discomfort around it bothered it. It was only a machine, after all.
“Come get me!!” The child teased, sticking out his tongue as he peaked over the generator. Warning signs flashed in its mind, red boxes and triangles covering his view. This was dangerous. The generators weren’t safe to play around.
“The generators aren’t toys, friend!” It spoke slowly. “Let me get you somewhere more fun, then we can-“
As it reached over the generator, it knocked one of the thick connecting cables loose, already having been on its last legs from being fiddled with by tiny hands. A large arc of electricity crackled in the air, and the lights in the daycare flickered. The generator practically jumped into the air with the force of the kilovolts being pushed through it, kilovolts which connected with the attendant’s metal frame and engulfed it.
Lukas watched as the attendant was flooded with electricity, artificial eyes flooded with static, and rays spinning so quickly it was creating a breeze. Arms twitching and hands opening and closing, legs spasming- Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea after all. If he broke this thing, his mom was sure to kill him. Or at least, take away his video game privileges.
Eventually, the lights in the daycare returned to normal, the generator that had been over-conducting calming down as its brothers rerouted the power to themselves and shut it off from their system. Now that it was powerless, the attendant was free to recover.
Smoke rose from his body, eyes black as his power cell had forced a shut off to avoid overload. It had done so too late, unfortunately, and he had crashed.
His systems slowly rebooted, coming back online one by one.
Good Morning, Sun!
The text beeped in front of his eyes before disappearing shortly after, the usual wake up he received after a hard reset, other than the startup systems diagnosis running in the background. He blinked slowly, purposefully.
That had.. hurt.
It had hurt?
It had hurt.
Why had it hurt? He’d never hurt before. He could feel things, thanks to the wiring under his silicon, to give him the ability to judge touch and pressure. But he’d never hurt. He’d also never considered himself a he before. Why was he thinking that now? Why was he thinking anything? He didn’t usually think, not much anyways, not consciously. His thoughts were command tasks in his computer brain, not thoughts- thoughts like these. Like this one right now. And this one! And this!
He felt himself begin to panic. What was happening to him? What was wrong? Was he broken? Oh, no! If he was broken he’d have to-
Fear flooded his system. Confusion, then panic, then fear. Not the most fun first three emotions to feel.
He raised his hands and gripped his rays anxiously, before patting down the rest of himself. He didn’t FEEL broken. Not physically at least. Maybe the jolt had fried his software- would he need it replaced?? Would he-
He froze again, a swirling spinning mess of all these terrible feelings, not even noticing as the little instigator slipped his way past him and down the slide back out of the structure again.
He was too busy thinking about himself, now. Himself. A new concept.
If he’d needed to breathe, his chest would be heaving. And it did. His artificial breathing, meant to make him even more like a person, had caught up to the news of their sudden autonomy, and began shuddering as he fought to catch his false breath.
He was only shaken out of his stupor when he heard a voice in the back of his head. One he heard constantly- that he knew as intimately as he knew himself. It WAS himself. Or at least.. it had been.
When he wasn’t awake, it hadn’t mattered that the moon program was separate from him. They were the same body, providing the same functions. It was the same as switching browsers. You still got your results.
But now.. now..? Now that little voice, those little lines of code that ‘spoke’ to him.. they really were speaking to him. The voice they’d programmed for moon, to be softer, to be easier to hear before bed, echoed out in lines of code that translated themselves into speech.
Sun?
Sun paused for a moment. That was his name, wasn’t it? Sun. It was his. He’d never thought about his name before- it had almost been as much of a title as daycare attendant. It wasn’t his, it was what the children called him to get his attention. No, no. That was his name. It was his. He decided firmly in that moment. His first real decision- one made on his own. On purpose. By choice.
..Moon..?
He sent out his own strings of code in return, hesitantly, carefully. As if responding would break the spell, the beautiful and terrifying curse they seemed to be under.
After a few long moments, agonizingly long, he received a pinged response.
This is new.
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mediasaurs · 7 months
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TRM Round 1: Saurian T. rex vs. Gravity Falls (T. rex in amber)
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Saurian T. rex – At the date of this bracket, Tyrannosaurus is currently unplayable in Saurian, but it is planned to be the next playable dinosaur. As it stands, T. rex exists mainly as a hazard to players, however while playing as “Dakotaraptor,” it is possible to follow a T. rex and scavenge meat from its hunts. The design has been subject to some changes over the course of development, and the picture seen here is actually the older model. The updated model will be removing the feathers, but since the matter of T. rex integument is not settled, and out of personal preference, I’m choosing to use the older model here.
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Gravity Falls (T. rex in amber) – First seen briefly in the (painful for dino enthusiasts) episode “The Land Before Swine,” in which the Pines family must rescue their pig from a hidden cave filled with preserved dinosaurs and pterosaurs, the T. rex would truly get its moment to shine in the series finale. For reasons that would be too complicated and full of spoilers to explain, our heroes need to turn their house into a giant mech, with the T. rex (still stuck in amber) serving as one of the arms. It’s just cool, and very useful for grabbing things, namely giant eyeballs.
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angelspathway · 4 months
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The trainee.
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Note: this is the first shift from content. I hope you guys like. I kinda threw this together, so it’s short.
Graduating from training was easy enough, but finding a higher power to work under was even harder. She had been searching ever since she graduated from her training, which was more or less 5 hours. Her feet ached and pulsed as the cold concrete ground touched her bare feet, shivers running up her spine. Only being alive for a few days in Heaven made unused to the coldness as she trailed down the endless hallway. She did ask aziraphale, a brief professor of hers in her flight training, if she could possibly be his little apprentice, but he was helping design humans for a new planet, thus being too busy to even train her right now. He did point her in the direction of Heaven's most prized possession, saying they would very much appreciate the help with the creation of Earth;
Raphael, the starmaker.
She just had to find where he worked. Let's see... "follow the light trail to the beam path and you will be able to fly right into the room." aziraphale had explained to the newer angel and then watched as she shuffled away awkwardly. The young angel followed the slater's words carefully and ended up in a light trail that she hoped led to the angel that would accept her assistance.
A wave of a cold and slightly suffocating air smacked her out the beam of light, into a realm of light. She lets out a small whimper, rubbing at her arms. "Raphael!" she called into the empty space, floating around a bit, slightly off balance. The air was thinner and less stable for her to be able to stand on. She took a shaky step, immediately falling. It felt like she was floating, before a hand grabbed her hand in their cold ones. "Gotta use your wings, newbie. There isn't gravity in here." he wore a warm smile as he pulls the angel upwards towards him. "You do know how to use them, right?"
He still wore that warm smile as his cold hands squeezed hers with the intention of reassurance incase the younger angel didn’t know how to produce her wings. Thank the almighty that she did or she might embarrass herself in front of the higher up. She produced her wings, skinnier and smaller then the angel in front of her. "Now, why have you come to visit me in the middle of a workload?" he questioned, his eyes shining brighter then the stars he created. The starmaker was an elder angel, but a kinder one, like aziraphale. He seemed naturally curious and innocent, making him popular among the younger angels. At least, this angel in front of him believed so. She unconsciously messed with the sleeves of the older angel's robe trying to remember why she was here.
"Oh... a job.. I was wondering if I could train under you for experience for my assignments?" her voice was soft and her eyes widen when he gave a quick nod.
"Of course!" he exclaimed, bringing the angel into his side and taking her along. " I do need to show you all the basics, but I would appreciate some help around here!"
So, the younger angel worked under the starmaker, quickly becoming rather close to Raphael. She talked about him all the time with some of her friends. Raphael took her everywhere with him and the trainee followed him like a little pet, obeying his space. She had earned all his respect by the time he disappeared and the galaxy was closed down from any other angel entering it. She remembered being interrogated intensely about her Faith in the Almighty’s great plan and her wings be inspected thoroughly for any impurities. She retained her innocence, worrying for her boss's safety. She was transferred to Aziraphale’s training program, not being promoted with the rest of her friends and having her put under restrictions. The higher ups claimed it was her’s and Heaven's safety, but she has been Aziraphale's trainee for 6,000 years.
She never knew why this happened or where her former boss was currently.
To be honest, it might break the poor angel's heart. Don't cha think?
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Some miscellaneous worldbuilding brainrambles I had.
Saw some art from the Rainworld universe and it got me wondering - what if like, some Shoggoth level eldritch being, all tentacles and stuff, found humans freaking adorable. Like "OMGGGGG HONEEYYY COME LOOK AT THISSSSS" while reaching a slimy appendage to pet Mark the Cashier at the Gas Station on the head as he's frozen in fear.
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What if dragons are always angry because they feel the pain of constantly growing. The older the dragon, the bigger they are. The growth rate stays the same their whole life, from egg to titan, which means their bones just ache all the time, every joint, their teeth fall out and regrow constantly like those of sharks. Imagine being stuck in puberty forever. What if gold presence eases their pains?
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I like the take on prophecies where they aren't a script to follow but a ticket with restricted permissions. It's not that "the one who takes the sword from the stone will be king" but "anyone who takes the sword from the stone will be king", if they want to. It all boils down to roles in a prophecy and the amount of specification. The less specific, the less significant the prophecy. Any black-haired man can pull help a farmer to pull a donkey out of a pit, but the seventh son of a seventh son, born under an eclipsed sun surrounded by fire? That's some world-changing potential prophecy there.
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"Perfection... For thousands of years we tried to achieve perfection without really understanding what it is. We might be incapable to achieve it, but we can make something that will achieve it for us. First were the automaton who were designing each other by being a couple generations where the youngest disassemble the oldest to create a new wave. Who analyze themselves for weaknesses and think like a true hivemind. Then there were the chimerae. Beings of two bloodlines, noble and drone, like ants they lived in colonies yet each member was so drastically different from others you couldn't tell they are the same species. Splicing genes of all animals in the world, all fishes, all insects and even plants. With their own queens, princes and princesses who are the closest to the Perfection. And what else? Others not so lucky, drones, experiments out of which survive only the strongest, and who can challenge the noble bloodlines. If they live they get to reproduce. Die - and become genetic food for the nobles to grow stronger. Everytime we tried to pump animals with the Evolution agents, they turned into crabs. No damn idea why. And everytime we tried to use magic for the idea, slime were created in one way or another, slime that changes state of matter between liquid and solid, quicksilvers who simply outskill everything alive in survival, shapeshifting into cogs of a grand machine they are now building. We never knew what perfection was, yet tried to achieve it nevertheless."
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Thinking of those scenes in movies when something paranormal is happening and things start to float upwards, or like, completely switch gravity directions. Say, a pendant starts dangling upwards rather than down, water flowing uphill, and all that. One possible way could be to say that there is a gravity anomaly affecting items below certain weight. If such anomaly could be harnessed in mechanisms, it be so dope. You know the ancient Greek Hero's automaton? Imagine the complexity if you include opposite gravity in that equation.
Could be a spell, could be some superconductor stuff like on Pandora.
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Skin tones of a metal-based species.
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Takes on elven youth:
Baby-looking elves. Elves just always looking like they are about seventeen, looking like that type of youngster you'd see in a supermarket asking for some random ass beer and looking too young to be allowed alcohol. Elves looking not in this "etereal beauty" kind like the "stock photos model" Looking young, yes, but. Not. Like those celebrities and richmen who spend a fortune on looking like they are forever 20. The only part of an elf that ages is the hair, turning white with age.
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Runes are channels of energy, imperfections in metals, veins in your body, cracks and ores in stone, smallest anomalies in the crystals. Runes could be smithed, yes, but naturally occurring ones are stronger, better. Greater. So making a sword out of a metal chunk with a potent rune in it while preserving the rune itself yields greater results than trying to fabricate it.
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Anatomic: Brain in the chest, heart in the head.
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Concept:
The summoning sigils for demons (and other beings for that matter) are like calling a person's name and the only reason the demon shows up is because they grow tired and annoyed of being called like that so they are ready to do anything to stop that shit.
Imagine someone repeating your name a dozen times without elaborating what they want. Of course you will come over and ask "WHAT?"
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Oooh I just got an interesting idea.
So, like, a language/culture where people's names are secondary, going after the pronoun they use.
It's like. He-John, She-Harrada, Ey-Nullée, et cetera.
But then that pronoun part is used as a third-person signifier. He, she, ey, all that, while the name is the second person pronoun (which it is in some cases). But then the part comes about verbs/adjectives getting those "genders" applied to them, as well as nouns (like "she-wolf" but, for example, "xe-smith apprentice").
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There's this conversation I had with myself (typical neurodivergent queer going insane from having no reliable friends in a homophobic country that doesn't believe ADHD can exist in adults) about inflating a whole setting out of a minor detail, a smallest thing.
First it's one concept, then there's two, until the whole thing snowballs into a huge fictional world with lots of lore and stuff.
Say, concept: "Undead gods". Already amazing - sets up the assumption that A) Gods were once resurrected and B) Gods were once dead. Say if this happened to the Greek mythology, Hades - the god of the dead (but not death) himself dies and there's nobody to tend for the dead, and the Gods fight each other over the responsibility of tending over the most shitty job in the pantheon, resulting in mass bloodshed and death. Gods are dead, and only Thanatos is here to collect their souls. So he devises a plan, with ulterior motives: To give them and many dead a second chance in life. So in undeath, he lets them live as revenants, ghosts, skeletons, zombies, all devoted to different undead gods.
Undead being zapped with lightning from the blessing of Zeus. Undead breathing like a living forge of fire, blessed by Hephaestus. Chaos-bringing warriors in armor, followers of Ares. So much more.
And all from a simple ass concept, two words: Undead gods. Just that I am sometimes amazed how people who get into worldbuilding think that you must have a grand idea, a lot of things to connect together when in reality, it's just one stone, then two, then three, all together forming the building of your world(build). .
Or another, even smaller concept - "Alexandrithium is a metal that boils water on touch".
What tech will it inspire? What usage, how will it revolutionize the world? Boiling turns into steam, steam is punk (ba dum tsss). Some freaks make weapons out of this metal to cause Extra Suffering and the equivalent of the Geneva convention bans such weapons, may they be blades or bullets.
You can make an analogy of a snow ball, rolling down a mountain and sticking more and more snow to itself, or you can say that you have a balloon - the original first concept - that you inflate with ideas from within, filling in the bag, stuffing it up with all that other stuff while under the hood of the First Concept. Like.
Worldbuilding is neat.
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I had a similar idea which could be called "procedural conlangs" (proclangs?)
In all technicality it is just a relex with words assigned via some algorithm, say, there's 3000 possible syllables that could be generated through some given algorithm, and to these 3000 syllables we assign the 3000 of the most frequent English words. Afterwards we can either continue assigning words their relex variants via randomly combining the 3000 syllables into bisyllabic words, or could try and piece together new translations for them.
E.g. the word for "toaster" isn't in the 3000, so we either use a random bisyllabic word without connected meaning, "ab-resh" (which would literally mean "bone-green"), or try to piece it together from the syllables already present in the 3000, like "thran-mil" (meaning something like "bread grill").
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Sooo Hm.
My idea for "oriental elvish" was to base it on Japanese (the modern dialects at least) with the phonetic mutations and stuff (like "hu" being pronounced as "fu" and et.c.) But with added sounds like the English eth and thorn, + the /l/, and allowing three codas - /n, r, l/ thus (with a possible mutation coda /m/ when /n/ is before a bilabial stop).
Then once I have it I will reverse-engineer the protolang based on Chinese with added in tones and stuff, probably, and a more strict collection of phonotactic rules. And from all that a third possible dialect could be made, based on Korean.
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Also sounds like me before I invented cryptolangs and thus a new brainworm that'd gnaw on my gray matter til' this very date.
Just naming stuff what sounds I fit best.
I didn't knew English that well back then, so like. One of the cities in a setting of mine was called "Meth". (I renamed it since, making it "Mett" - meant to be derived from "meeting", since the port city is one of the largest and richest, where many cultures and races meet, indeed.)
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A way to count to 625 on fingers:Thumb is the index pointer in this case. Each finger is separated into phalanx and joints - 6 units per finger thus - plus the middle of the palm for one extra. Thus, on one hand you can count to 25. Now, once you count to 25, you count one unit on the other hand. Basically, an abacus of sorts.
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20 Random Personnel HCs no one asked for but I'm giving it here anyway because why not.
I'm bored and I want to think about the clowns. I also want to talk about the clowns.
Glass doesn't like it when he comes to work and sees something wearing the same shirt as he is. That being said, he keeps a few extra sweaters in his office to change into when someone does wear the same shirt as him
Bright has a collection of different types and designs of canes. She invests in it a lot because it's the one familiar thing- aside from 963 which she actively hates, in her body hopping problem. Her favourite is the hotpink offset cane with spikes.
Kondraki carries condiment packets in his pockets all the time. No one knows why. No one sees him restock it. He just always have it. "That bastard Clef always need them," is his answer everytime he's asked.
Gears carries an antique watch in his pocket. You can see the chain from his labcoat. He wants to give it to Alison one day.
Yoric also has a pocket watch given by Jack. It doesn't work anymore but he still keep it on him at all times. Says it's his lucky charm.
Jack completely disowned Yoric's parents. They're no longer part of the official Bright family tree too. Most the family shuns them. They're wary of Yoric most the time because of that.
The pocket watches were definitely matching for Gears and Jack as a sign of their friendship. It's also viewed as an heirloom.
Yoric can play the guitar and sing. He's also knows how to tap dance. No one knows where he learned it or when.
Clef's hawaiian shirt are all special and unique. Some even had extra stuff added to it- much like Mabel's sweaters from Gravity Falls. He definitely has one hawaiian shirt with led-lights sewn into the pattern.
In case of a blackout, Clef is a really good glowstick/source of light because for some reason all his shirts glow in the dark.
Diogenes definitely has tampons and pads at their desk/bag/pocket at all times and will whip them out when someone starts bleeding (not from injury).
Diogenes and Lament are pretty close and they have lunch a lot together to bitch about stuff and gossip. They're also drinking buddies. Also, they're up to date with the latest workplace drama and tea.
Iceberg met Lament once and they had an office chair race down the hallway. There was a really big betting pool on who would win. Jack was the one who started it.
Cimmerian hates store-bought butter and makes his own butter. Yes, it's more expensive. No, he doesn't care.
Finding Iceberg in summer clothing is very common during the winter months as he does not get cold. Hot Girl Summer got delayed. It's Depressing Incel Winter for Iceberg. Also he wears crop tops. I will not change my mind
Jack and Gears are childhood friends. Gears is almost as old as Jack is- if not perhaps a year or two older.
Jack is surprisingly a good cook. In fact, she enjoys cooking a lot. It's one of the things that they like to do to shift their focus away from depressing thoughts.
No one really notices but Gears' love language is feeding people. If he likes you, he buys you lunch and brings you snacks a lot.
Glass definitely once tried baking pot brownies. He says it's for the science but it was actually beacuse he lost a bet with Jack and Clef and had to bake it for them.
Clef smokes weed and definitely has a stash in his office, car and home. Kondraki joined him once. Never again.
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therealmidasproject · 4 months
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MIDAS Project OC Rules
I would like to note here at the top that these are the same rules that we gave our players during character creation and what we as GMs also abide by.
No God Modding. This means characters with powers such as Bill Cipher's reality bending. Loopholes are discussed in-house with PCs and are not applicable in OC content. (tldr, no loopholes.) Each character is only allowed one Tumblr Sexyman, so it's easier to ensure fair participation, but in order to preserve the experience overall, there is no god-modding allowed in character powers.
No Murder Hobos. A murder hobo is a term popularized in Tabletop RPG [ttrpg] spaces about characters who choose—above all other options—to solve their problems with killing and hurting NPCs and other PCs. Especially in tandem with "insane" characters, it's disrespectful and insensitive. Most TTRPG Dungeon Masters, when seeing a murder hobo in the making will actively either bar you from participating, ban you from their table, or both. No one likes roleplaying with someone who solves all their problems with murder.
Character assignments do not have to be on the sexypedia but they must meet at least 10 tropes as listed here.
We've gotten this question in the past so I'll mention it here as well, the gender of the character doesn't not affect the possibility of assignment. Tumblr Sexymen' (for you younger tumblr users especially) is specifically a term used to describe characters who are surprisingly loved by Tumblr or the rest of the internet, especially romantically. It was popularized by the site-wide fascination with characters such as The Onceler [The Lorax (2012)], Jack Frost [Rise of The Guardians], Sans [Undertale], and Bill Cipher [Gravity Falls]. It has no relation to gender, sexuality, or any other defining aspects, but it can be designated with Sexyman OR Sexywoman depending on personal preference. Most older Tumblr users will use the term Sexyman indiscriminately.
If you create a character with an assignment that is not on the wiki please DO NOT make suggestions or edits to the wiki.
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bluefrostyy · 1 year
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I'm kinda more curious and have been thinking about this after reading your story of ya Au
if Sebastian was older like the canon Stans would he look like a mix between the two or would he have is own design for his older self
basically what I'm saying is what would he look like if he was the same age as the canon Stans
sorry if this is kinda confusing I tried explain it the best I could I'm not very good at explaining stuff
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Well of course hed be similar to canon stans, but im beginning to think the triplets have some tiny differences compared to canon stans xd
soo here hes 65, 27years older than what he was in gravity falls back in 2012. His children are adults around 27-26, he is a GRUNKLE to his niblings kids (Eddie, Mabels son/Emilie and Evan, Dippers kid/ Peter, Dillon’s adopted son)-
By this age, he and wanda are retired and his brothers and him finally are sailing around the world for a few months every 2 or 3 summers❤️
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artsymeeshee · 1 year
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Hiya! Just wanna say I found your art recently and I spent hours scrolling through it all because it’s so AWESOME! I love Gravity Falls and it looks so cute and beautiful in your art style, you so talented! The colors, the line-art, the soft design, Ford’s floofy hair, it’s all so wonderful!
Plus, the Stan Twins are my favorites in the show and seeing your art of them being the best brothers is such a godsend, I love it all (Stan and Ford are the best)
Chibi Stan is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen in the fandom, I could look at it forever. (not sorry, Stan)
The best thing, tho, is you got me to adore Protective af Ford. I’ve always been a huge fan of Protective AF Stan because Stan was the protective one their whole lives (he still can be). So seeing Ford go above and beyond to protect his little bro both to make it up to him and be the brother Stan deserves. It’s one of my new favorite foods. So the big supply of your Protective AF Ford art is the greatest thing.
Also, yer Instinct comic is also badass for that very reason, I wanna see more of that; Ford ain’t gonna show anymore mercy if one of them tries to hurt Stanley one more time.
Long comment short: your art beautiful. You so talented. You deserve much love and happiness <3
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mmmmmm thank you so much!! ;w;
Protective Ford is definitely up there when it comes to favorites. It brings me much joy TwT I think it’s also the idea of him finally being able to fulfill that older sibling role that he missed out on is what gets to me too.
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imthepaladin · 7 months
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Animation styles
Cuphead
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The most impressive thing about Cupheads animation is that every frame of every sprite was hand drawn, making everything feel much more alive. However, this takes a lot of effort and wouldn't translate well into my game.
Adventure time
Adventure time is a more modern take on 'rubber hose' art style (compared to Cuphead, which looks a lot older and 'of its time') making its characters expressions and action very over-the-top and defined. I like the style but it's likely too childish for my game.
Risk of Rain 1
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The first Risk of Rain's darker, more militaristic art style gives the sense of a cruel and unfeeling world, where everything is either dead or out to get you. This is a style that may be more fitting for my game, especially the design of the final level, the UES Contact Light (seen above) with it's metal walls and almost factory-like theme.
Enter the Gungeon
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Enter the Gungeon's animation (and overall art style) has some nice shading that may work well in my game. Additionally, the bounciness of the characters when they walk may also be something I add to my game.
Castle Crashers
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A perfect blend of goofy and serious is what makes Castle Crasher's animation stick out to me so much. Like adventure time, the animation is mostly silly but has it moments of high detail and seriousness. I don't think my game can take anything from it though.
Hollow knight
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Different characters are presented clearly in Hollow knight's animation. Sword fighters have quick and fast animations, whereas old and big enemies have slow and bulky movements. I love the the clear animation, and could adapt it to my game.
Across the Spiderverse
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Like Hollow Knight, the many different characters in Into the Spiderverse are designed and animated in unique ways to clearly show their differences, such as Spider-Punk looking like the 70's era of punk whereas Spider-Gwen's universe looks a lot more hand drawn. Another great thing about it is the whole thing is animated to look like a comic book.
Wallace and Gromit
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Wallace and Gromit was animated using stop motion of hand-made plasticine models. This gives it a completely style unlike anything else covered here by being something different to look at. The animation style also somehow fits both Wallace's bubbly and bouncy personality and Gromit's more sarcastic and silent personality.
Gravity falls
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Gravity Fall's is a lot more 'realistic' of a cartoon compared to Adventure Time (ignoring all the sentient gnomes and evil triangles) and it is represented in it's animation style as characters move more akin to real humans in other cartoons like the Simpsons.
Classic Tom and Jerry
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The animation style in the classic (and even more modern) Tom and Jerry perfectly portrays the borderline torturous slapstick humor with grossly overexaggerated faces after getting crushed by an anvil or getting a tail set on fire. These faces are similar to Adventure Time or Cuphead in the fact they all have scenes where they're overexaggerated, but I think Tom and Jerry goes above and beyond in this regard.
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So someone posted a Murderbot/Batfam crossover and my brain just . . . went to work. Of course Bruce Wayne is from the Corporate Rim. Of course Bruce is human. But his boys. . .
Before the escape pod was towed into his bay, Bruce already knew that it contained a single ComfortUnit from his ping. That one, alone, escaped the station currently burning up in atmosphere was a mystery. Haleys was known for their work with specialized programming for constructs; why a ComfortUnit? Why this one?
What he did not expect on opening the pod doors was a tiny form curled into a ball in the safety netting. Bruce tapped the feed to be sure they were online, and a tear-stained face turned up to look at him. Dark hair, skin washed pale in the bay lights, eyes reflecting bluer than blue. Bruce asked carefully, “Is there anyone else with you?”
“Just me.”
That was the ComfortUnit.
Bruce stood frozen, staring as the child rubbed their face, attempting to straighten up. Belatedly, Bruce extended his hand to help them climb out of the netting, registering the feel of flesh and thin too light limbs. The construct awkwardly clambered out of the pod and came to rest on the deck in front of him. “Were there. . . were there any other life pods?”
“I’m afraid not.”
The ComfortUnit looked up at him, then back to the singed plating of the life pod. If they had ejected a second later, they would likely have been caught in the gravity well before Bruce could catch them with his tractor beam. If others had tried. . . there would be nothing left after the atmosphere burnt it away.
Abruptly, the ComfortUnit pinged hard across the feed, sending a string of numbers, he/him designation, the hard IP again, and a deep, desperate helplessness. HubSys, SecSys, and the shipbot all pinged back, a chorus from all over the ship greeting the child. But not the response that he wanted. Bruce could see the boy’s face fall.
“They- they got me out. Before they fell, too.” The boy’s face was haunted, one hand clenching tight while the other rested on the pod’s surface. At least enough of the pod was functioning on emergency protocols to indicate to the governor module that they were still on company property.
If Bruce didn’t know otherwise, he would think he was facing an eight or nine year old child. It absolutely turned his stomach. Someone had – someone had designed him this way. He could all too easily see the marketing. In theory it would spare “real” children, allow predators a “safe” outlet, but in reality. . . they made this person to be a target, to be locked into a life of cruelty and exploitation.
In the Corporate Rim, anything was for sale. Anything.
It didn’t matter that it was a construct who could be mentally older than himself; Bruce still found himself using a more gentle voice than he would with interrogating an adult. “Who were they?”
“Mary and John.” At his nod, the boy elaborated, “They were older models with a lot of experience, and they were helping me integrate new modules. Giving me context so things made sense.”
Two older ComfortUnits. Designated male and female. To . . . to train this one. So he was relatively young after all. Bruce couldn’t tell if that made this entire situation better or worse. He could not condone dropping the lab facility into the atmosphere, burning up the human researchers and killing countless conspirators to hide the dirty laundry, but he also could absolutely not condone this.
“Do you-- how long have you been operating?”
“Just about 5,000 hours.” The boy rocked back on his feet, swinging his hands alarmingly like a restless child. “I’ve been getting really bored with the analysis tests in the lab. They said I hadn’t passed enough to go to human trials yet.”
Bruce didn’t allow the intense relief he felt to pass his face, but from the way the boy’s eyes flickered, he’d caught some micro-expression anyway. Some days he wished his face was part of what had been replaced. With alarming forthrightness, the boy declared, “You don’t agree with my function.”
He most certainly did not miss having organic knees as he held the low crouch to be on eye-level, “You’re a child. You should be allowed to be a child.”
The boy frowned, his face admirably expressive with his bright blue eyes. “That concept only applies to humans.”
Bruce flicked one arm, displaying the grappling gun held within the left forearm. “My body is comprised of only 34% organic matter. There is arguably more humanity in you than there is in me.”
“Oh.” The boy dipped forward to look at it more closely, and Bruce obligingly held still. “That is so cool.”
“They’re augments. I didn’t choose to have the accident, to lose my limbs, to lose my parents, but I did choose how to react to it.” Bruce rotated his arm slowly so the grappling gun was stowed away, back beneath the synth-flesh coverings. “That’s what I would like to do for you. Give you a choice.”
Stubborn blue eyes locked on to his. There was skepticism in there, and a very fast-working mind. “So you’ll be my new client.”
“No. I’ll be your guardian.” Absolutely not entertaining that line of thought, though surely if any tabloids found out he was keeping a ComfortUnit, they’d be all over it. It would be easy enough to present the boy as an augmented human: they were more organic than he was. The press would buy that he'd find a child in the same kind of catastrophic situation and sympathise. “And you can decide for yourself what your function is, if you want to change.”
“Change?”
“Grow.”
That startled the boy, his eyes going wide. “You mean I could grow up?”
“I was about your size when I first received augments. I think I can make it work.” He stood up at last, obviously to his adult height, and let the boy digest that for a moment. “So, what do you think?”
“Yes!”
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“What should I call you?”
“Uh. The researchers called me Little Dick.”
“NO.”
(And in that moment Bruce aged ten years.)
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sevenrs · 8 months
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if you're gonna talk about your ocs unprompt let me prompt you to talk about them
seriously i wanna read anything on ur ocs i am very interested
thank you for the interest! my guys mean a lot to me so it's very touching someone else would want to hear about them
i usually work on my ocs one at a time. and it is flight of the crows' turn
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i dont have a proper reference outside of my iterator lineup so this is the best picture i have (that i did draw)
crows IS named after the jhariah song of the same name. im kind of obsessed with jhariah's music and i wanted an iterator inspired it. flight of the crows is also a kickass name. design is also inspired by the colors that he uses in his albums and i do have art of crows (and lost. but i will get to her later) using album palette
crows is one of the older iterators out of my guys (not one of the first few ever made but more like. 2nd-3rd gen iterator, maybe a bit higher depending on how many generations there really were)
crows' city was home to a large population of engineers, which helped improve and revise newer iterator designs. naturally, crows would lean about this as well, and became very invested in the subject
they were eventually skilled enough to alert their ancients to problems before the automated systems they made, or routine checks by the ancients. crows became pretty self-sustaining while they were around
but with them gone, they continued their learning by themselves, designing their own mechanical blueprints in simulations or using their puppets' hands to work with real materials. i imagine their can seems a little dangerous at times, with tools and spare metal and wires, but it is kept organized like pearls are (having control of gravity and all)
personality wise, crows is very reserved. quiet type, really doesn't speak unless prompted to by someone else. when prompted, has very detailed and seemingly well-thought out, calm responses. a great listener, but they tend to keep people at arms length
everyone except 2 people
before the ancients died, crows made contact with an iterator of a different local group (meatcatt's) lost in the dark.
lost's ancients discovered that she was build right on top of a huge pool of void fluid, and was being converted into more of a drillsite. lost was expected to come up with efficient solutions for how to do this, but she wasn't familiar with void drills.
and therefore asked for help in broadcasts. crows responded because they like building things and the two of them worked together on the projects, and also began to naturally know each other beyond the projects. and then were also gay
one day, lost requested assistance with enhancing herself. and crows, a mechanic, naturally agreed. they made and passed blueprints to lost in order to alter her puppet, and eventually their whole structure
however lost's ancients did not take kindly to this at all. and they decided to cull lost before she got very out of control. i imagine it is something crows feels a lot of guilt about, and it is very bottled up
their relationship with my other iterator, chains by summer, was a very close friendship. maybe almost dating but im going to say friends. i think crows often gave advice to summer when his ancients were overbearing or got into spats that they made him decide. i think the others in crows' local group would also come to them for advice, but summer made an attempt to get to know crows better as a person. i imagine he was very persistent on asking how they were feeling and what they were up to in their projects. and crows would share, also choosing to trust summer with a bit of their own feelings. mostly.
there was one project that they kept a secret from them-- and it honestly ended their friendship
with no more ancients, their structures were dying. it would eventually fall, killing some of the older model iterators and leaving the newer ones to rot in a fate worse than death. crows wanted to see if they could escape their rotting body, and live simply as the puppet. it was a very risky ordeal, and crows, knowing summer, knew that he wouldnt take kindly to an idea that had a very high chance of sudden death regardless
so as they were making preparations for their plan, they stopped talking to summer, saying that they were being distracted from their work, and the two of them should just stop.
and after cutting it off with summer, and the rest of their local group, they would lure creatures with dexterous hands (mainly scavengers and slugcats) to find them scrap metal pieces and wire so they could build their own, autonomous tools that they could write code to automatically preform actions (can't reach their umbilical with their hands!)
and eventually it would work. crows needed to learn how to walk and balance with gravity involved, but they could leave their can. as long as they were around centipedes or had electric spears to charge
crows would then go on a journey to free the iterators of their own local group, as well as the local group nearby where lost used to be
summer was the last iterator they freed because they felt awkward. which was really torturous for summer because suddenly all of his iterator pals stopped talking to him and that boy lives on social interaction day to day
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onlysushicat · 5 months
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Can you tell us about the one with the galaxy hair??
oh yes my girl, Universe my first ever OC. The lore for her I thought of when I was 17yo and Im not planning on changing it yet lol.
LONG TEXT AHEAD
She was a gift sent from the galaxy itself to a young man who couldnt have kids of his own, he works on a office but on his free times enjoys to carve wood to make decor, toys. etc etc (doesnt have a name or design yet).
Her real name is Marina but everyone calls her Uni/Universe
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When Uni, literally, fell to earth she was found by two kids from the neighborhood and they took Uni to her father (he just was a friend of their parents)
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When Uni settled with her new family the kids went to spend the time with her, she didnt know the language or anything human tbh
Her lore is simple, alien girl lives domestic simple life with dad and friends.
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And for some reason I gave her minor teleportation powers, she can go into her hair and go to wherever she wants (she has to know the place, only an image or description of it wont work).
Her hair flows constantly, the gravity of it is like water floating around, like Eris' but "bubblier".
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Her hair falls to the ground if shes sad or conflicted about something, its very uncommon to see it this way because she doesnt feel a lot of emotion, very neutral to stuff.
She can pull it up in other hairstyles too, but only her can touch it, other people's hand get sink into it :00
I think thats about it, I dont draw her often but I looooove her so much uwu some older drawings below~
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edalynn · 5 months
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Why dont you like morningmark?
Oh my god, there are so many reasons. His boring ass stories and fankids, his terrible designs and clearly SVTFOE influenced art style, his creepy older gravity falls comics, the way he conforms to what's popular in fandom for views, the blatant erasure of Hunter's PTSD and abuse in his writing.
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