#i can't guarantee I'll actually draw any

[mayhemchicken]

Does this mean you're gonna draw Quincey and Arthur in the Gold Baker's Hat(s)?

(No pressure or anything, just if you've got nothing better to do)

it does NOW

#lmao i wasn't even thinking about that when i reblogged the post #but you know what You Are Right #time to look up screenshots bc i don't actually know what those hats look like #also yeah feel free to suggest art prompts #my compulsion to Draw Things Constantly vastly outstrips my ability to Think Of Things To Draw #can't guarantee i'll get around to any given request (its the executive dysfunction) but i do appreciate suggestions

[meanbossart]

DU drow asks time

Lore questions/sweet messages/stuff that made me laugh that's about DU drow specifically that I decided to compile in a single post!

First of all, "outraged to be used as a medium for old man gay divorce" is a hysterical sentence LOL

As for his thoughts on the Ansur debacle? Negative ones. He hates the emperor, he doesn't care about his third-time-twist real identity, he doesn't particularly care about Wyll either (well - he kind of finds him entertaining, he's kind of really frustrated by him, it's complicated) but he saved his dad on a whim to spite Mizora anyway. BUT HEY, all that trouble would have been worthwhile if he's about to get an ancient dragon fighting alongside him - this old duke sounds a little too confident in this fairy tale, but stranger things have happened, right?

Then the situation unfolds as it does, and if he wasn't eager enough to use that orphic hammer before, he certainly is now. There is very little that the Emperor does past Act 3 that DU drow doesn't find a way to twist into something that confirms his resolve against him. If he could have taken Ansur's side in that fight, he would have - not that he shed any tears over killing him either.

Sick sword though, that helped soothe his nerves a bit and I'm sure spared everyone a little bit of a tantrum at camp later.

HAHAHAHA I can't confirm nor deny because I see so few large body-type elves as it is (which is fair, elves aren't usually... That massive). I did set age to 50% because it does look a little weird when it's all smooth. Maybe that's the trick?

Though I guess if you find it unsettling, then... No wonder it suits him! however this just looks like an impressively handsome fella to me, to be honest. I insist on fucking him up further whenever I draw him for that reason.

Thank you so much for following along and for giving the fic a try!!! And no worries, english isn't my native tongue either so I've been there 😎👍

I do actually have a couple of very short comics planned that take place pre-tadpole, but my backlog of WIPs is... Massive. Not to mention the commission work I do (currently not taking any more). I have one that's about his first interaction with Orin and another about a business dinner with Gortash gone-wrong, but I have no clue when I'll be able to work on them. Hopefully soon though!

You know, I've always hoped that after I died I'd be remembered as the guy who inspired others to make their nipples card-swipe-able.

Joke's aside, thank you LOL I love that my guys' nips have taken up non-insignificant room in your mind, it's always comforting to know that you aren't the only one.

Piercings and the such aren't really his style though. While he finds his scar-work weirdly comforting, he isn't so interested in aesthetic results as much as he just enjoys having pain inflicted upon him in a controlled environment, by people that he loves - He doesn't recall this post-tadpole, but the scars were a result of a kind of... Recurring ritual between himself and Orin that served to replace normal intimacy, pretty much.

Since you touched on it though, I do like to believe that Astarion finds his cut-up body fun, both on the eyes and on the hands LOL.

I'm starting to think you guys are all in on this. It's like the fifth time someone catches me in the act - god damn it, is it that obvious that I wanna slide down Peter Steele's cold corpse like he's a a ride at the Magical Ice kingdom... Which is to say, yes, both the guy and his music are not-so-lowkey a big inspiration behind a lot of DU drow's characterization!

That's all for now folks, thank you so much for the asks!!! This isn't all of them but I try not to spam people's feeds when I can help it/space them out. I see all of your messages and I guarantee you that if I have an interesting answer for them, you will see a reply eventually!

#ps: i only made that peter steele joke because i know he would be ok with it LOL #ask #DU drow #bg3 spoilers

[mooncalf87]

PLEASEEE READ THIS BEFORE FOLLOWING MEEEEEE <3

Call me: Moon

I dont actually do anything NSFW but I make NSFW jokes/innuendos a lot LMFAO. This also applies to asks. No direct nsfw but suggestive/jokes are perfectly fine!

My current Hyperfixations: Hazbin Hotel & Ever After High & Avatar: The Last Airbender

DNI: Homophobics, Transphobics, Racists, Under 13 year olds, art haters, fic wnd art criticism bitches, AI users, Furry, dragon puppet and Therian hates. That type of stuff.

Request HCS/Art/Fics (more abt that down below!) And regarding this PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. USE THE ASK BOX, IM BEGGING YOU 🙏 NOT THE COMMENTS OR DMS

My blorbos:

Husker (hazbin)

Rosie (hazbin)

Sir Pentious (hazbin)

Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin)

Velvette (Hazbin)

Maddie Hatter (EAH)

Sunburst (MLP)

Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Dracubecca (Monster High)

Twyla Boogie (montser high)

Secondary blorbos:

Queen Bee (Helluva)

Glitz and Glam (helluva)

Caine (TADC)

Jax (TADC)

Kinger (TADC)

Lagoona Blue (Monster High)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Catty Nuar (Monster High)

OTPs: Huskerdust & Radioapple & Dracubecca & Maven

Other relationships i like:

Fizmodeus (Helluva boss)

Stolitz (Helluva)

Rosie & Alastor (PLATONIC)

Cherrisnake (Hazbin Hotel)

Commissions: open (dm me!)

Dms: Open!

Ask me to do hcs for Hazbin/Helluva/TADC/Monster High/EAH! Any platonic relationship and any individual person, and you can ask any romantic ship but I can't guarantee ill do it! NO Y/N OR ×READER STUFF PLS

I'll also make doodles!!! I. spend all day drawing the Hellaverse characters. It is unhealthy.✌ dont be afraid to ask me to doodle your blorbo or even your hellsona, monstersona, ponysona, persona or fursona! 💪I am a traditional artist, so forgive me if the pic quality is not the best

I also take Fic requests + here is my Ao3

I am very unreliable with my fic requests. Even if I tell you I will do it, there is only a 50% chance I actually will 😭 Its like roulette but with a random teenager that writes fanfiction

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin husk #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin lucifer #cat husk #angel x husk #huskerdust #husker #husker hazbin hotel #angel dust x husk #huskdust #husk #fizzarolli #fizzmodeus #stolas #helluva boss blitz #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus jax #the amazing digital circus kinger

[elitadream]

would you ever have the either of the bros use a 1-up in your art?

Oooh this is a tricky question. 🙇‍♀️

Short answer is maybe. Long answer is "I absolutely want to and have been scribbling down notes for a personal take on this concept ever since I joined the fandom months before the movie even came out, the idea is very much there but I can't seem to narrow it down to a feasible format that wouldn't take me forever to make and there's so much context needed to reach that point it admittedly feels a little overwhelming, so I honestly have no idea whether I'll actually draw it someday or not, BUT the inspiration for it has remained constant and I think about it on a fairly regular basis, so... That's good. I think?" 😅

If anything, the 1-UP mushroom will definitely at least be mentioned in my art eventually, but I can't offer any guarantee other than that. ><

#But I WANT TO darnit!! #I just lack the time and energy 😩 #juggling interests with work is hard #Gotta find a good balance #and I happen to suck at structuring and pacing myself efficiently ☠️ #So yeah 🥺 #that's about as precise of an answer I can give right now #asks #mario #power-up #1-up mushroom #story #concept #angst #drama #thoughts and ramblings

[comicaurora]

Question, from one aspiring writer to another: how do you manage to maintain the drive to keep writing and how do you not lose interest in what you've created before it's done? Asking because I need advice.

Tricky question. I don't think it has a single answer.

For me personally, there are a few things that buoy up my enthusiasm:

Rabbit Holes - random deep-dives into topics I find incredibly interesting. Because I have so many outlets for my rants about highly specific cool things, I don't need to stifle any random hyperfixations because almost all of them can be turned into scripts or worldbuilding concepts. If I feel the enthusiasm strike, I chase it down as far as I can and take as many notes as possible along the way. However, these things work like lightning strikes and I can't just get randomly super interested in any one thing. Almost all of my longform videos start out as these.

Comedic Reframing - the bread and butter of the channel and the lifehack that let my poor brain actually focus on extremely long and boring books through college. It's easier for me to retain information and enthusiasm if I can find humor in what I'm dealing with on a smaller scale. When working on illustrating videos, for instance, the way I avoid burning out on individual frames is by making sure they have witty dialogue or fun character moments, because I genuinely enjoy drawing those a lot more than just "character moves into position" or "scene change" shots. Same goes for the comic - the more dynamic or interesting the pose, the more interesting the panel is to draw and the easier it is for me to stay jazzed.

Audience Feedback - I feel like this part is simultaneously understated and overstated in different ways. Creating art solely for the accolades it might garner is seen as generally both gauche and inefficient - it'll turn into an existentially draining losing battle like all pursuit of fame for fame's sake does - but any writer or artist will tell you that people losing their minds over their art is the number one way to guarantee they want to make more art. When drawing the comic, even when I'm lower energy, I'll often think to myself "oh man, they're gonna be yelling about this panel" and that'll help give me a boost. Early on in the comic I read through the discord discussions almost every day, but now I'm mostly sustained just from people yelling in my askbox.

Letting The Characters Run Wild - I've mentioned this elsewhere, but one of the most fun parts of writing for me is when the characters kinda tap me on the shoulder and say "hey boss, I really wanna do this". Their character-moment is almost always spicier, more complicated and more interesting than whatever plot-serving guideline it's replacing. Making the characters act as automatons that solely move the plot forward is less interesting for me as a writer than turning them loose and seeing the havoc they cause. Before I ever put pen to paper for this story, half my fun would just be playing out extremely fraught conversations and encounters between characters - no script, no plan, just "here's the premise and GO." Lots of stories start out as daydreams, and daydreams are like the purest form of energizing creation, existing only for the joy of the creator and thus flowing almost effortlessly; I think it's important to retain the heart of that when the daydreams start being set down on paper. If it's not a little self-indulgent it's not gonna be too much fun, and sometimes all it takes is letting the characters do the wild thing with consequences you haven't fully worked out yet.

In my experience, the thing I enjoy most as a creator is solving puzzles. I have more fun writing my story when I only mostly know where it's going, and I have to work out the most interesting consequences to my characters' unexpected actions. I have more fun drawing out a joke if the punchline didn't even occur to me before I started the frame, because the idea is fresh and fun and hasn't gone stale from sitting in my head too long. And my enthusiasm for my older work is reinvigorated when I see how other people respond to it, because it lets me almost see my own work through fresh eyes, which is a rare treat for any creator.

And when I get really worn down, I treat that like a sign that something needs readjusting. I don't force it when I'm worn out or can't bear to look at my tablet - I step back, take a break, take a walk, indulge in Floor Time, watch a movie, buy a coffee, do something that isn't trying to floor the accelerator when I'm stuck in a creative snowdrift. Sometimes that means putting a project down for months. Sometimes that means realizing I wouldn't actually be able to make a project happen because it'd be draining my will to live the whole time.

I sometimes use the metaphor that a creator's mind is like a garden. Its works need to be cultivated, but sometimes they also need to be left alone, or maybe the soil needs to be actively left fallow for a while. It may look like the project isn't doing anything, when in actuality it's spreading its roots and developing a much more solid foundation where you can't see it. Maybe two concepts cross-pollinate in an unexpected way and you get a new third thing to cultivate. But the most important part of this metaphor is that the well-being of every individual thing growing in the garden is heavily dependent on the heart of the garden overall. If you aren't doing okay, your art isn't going to be okay either. If it's feeling like a fruitless and nothing is growing, you might just need rain. Or nitrogen-fixers.

#asks #art stuff #writing stuff

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 11: Her Desire

"My sources told me they hosted a drinking party between the elites," He dropped down a few papers consisting of a few highlighted texts scattered around the table. "There will be the VIPs all around Las Almas gathering in." He rolled a map of Las Almas and pointed at a specific manoir.

"La casa de sin nombre?" Soap raised his eyebrow reading the manoir name in the map, "Actually no, it's one of their lugartenientes." Alejandro shrugged. "A cartel lieutenant..." The huge forehead chuckled, "You're learning, hermano." he ruffled some of the papers.

"Some are invited to the meet some are uh..." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Volun-told?" Graves raised his eyebrow "Yes-". Soap peered at the map, examining the terrains around the house. "What's the gathering about?" He asked, "Well, apparently they do this every Sunday night but this time there'll be a meeting too." He took a ballpoint and scribbled a few. 

"And maybe about us too." He drops the pen down and tilts to Graves. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know how lit the fire." Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost rests his hand on the table. "No guarantees but this is our best shot. The least we can do is have a little more detail on intels." 

Graves gripped his own vest before clicking his tongue, "So, how do we make it inside? It's a drinking party we can't just violently get in. We need El Sin Nombre alive." Everyone gazes at each other, then slowly shifts at you munching on Mexican ghost pepper chips. 

"What?" You asked with a stuffed mouth.

Alejandro let out a cheeky grin before tilting his head to Ghost, "Don't tell me." The Lt shook his head, "Dior, can you speak basic Spanish?" Ale turned to you. 

"Se espanol basica? si." You raised your eyebrow at his objection. Alejandro smiled, "Rodolfo, Give her something fancy! and a party mask." He walks towards the weapon armory. "Yes, boss." Rodolfo left the room in a swift. "That'll honestly do, I'll have my men on overwatch." Graves shrugged.

"Dior, you will infiltrate inside the mansion as a prostitute," Alejandro stated from afar. "Oh, fuck yeah. my time to shine, bitch." You excitedly put the bag of chips on the table and rubbed your stained finger to the vest, unbuckling it because you're going to change clothes anyway. 

"You go by car with Soap, we'll drop you off by the main entrance. my men will be there to escort you inside," He grabbed something from a compartment. "He has a green suit, yeah?" He threw a set of small earpieces towards you which you caught with your left hand. "Easy does it." You slip it inside your right ear. It was too big for your ear entrance so you just slip it slightly. 

"Don't engage with any mafia, be careful with your words, your fake name is..." Alejandro paused for a moment, "Valentina." You cooed jokingly. "Sure." Your lips parted in shock, you made up that name as a joke. "Pack up, vamos!" Alejandro left to get in the garage to announce the operation.

You pouted your lip trying to think of something, but you felt a presence in your side. "prostitute?" Ghost's deep voice could never fail to startle you now. "Yea, what about it, Casper. you want a piece of my pussy?" You sneered. "Thought it belonged to the cowboy hence he made you quite loud last night." He said whispering to your ear level before leaving.

'AIN'T NO GODDAMN WAY I WAS THAT LOUD LAST NIGHT' You shot his back with a small smile, even though he didn't see it he can feel it. your eyes twitched in embarrassment and your hand turned into a fist irritatedly.

Grave's hand was about to land on you but you uncomfortably dodged him, He turned his palm into a fist and awkwardly rested it to his hips. "So, Dior the sneaky infiltration again?" He chuckles at you, "Yea." Your short remark was enough to make him accept his defeat and leave with Alejandro. 

Soap catches up to you which draws back your mood, "You okay, Dior? What'd Ghost said?" His smile warms your head by little. "Oh, nothing. He's just threatening me to not fuck this up." You lied, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly. 

"I think you're a great lurker," Soap said to you as you two walked together. "Well, this time I'm going undercover. I hope I didn't get carried away." You sneered at the thought of dancing on the floor in front of mafias. "Well, then don't! gather info and flee." He remarkably said. 

"Easier said than done." 

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You smeared your Glossier lipgloss across your lips giggling, kicking your feet, So excited about your mission. this is definitely your type of mission, you love your job, you live for this moment, and you are going to execute this with no hassle. Rodolfo definitely has a taste! he gave you a bodycon red slit dress with a long satin gloves in the same color. You look divine. (You always do)

"Excited, are you?" Soap's claim made you tilt, "Ah- Of course! Who wouldn't be?!" You grinned, "I love lurking in, pretending to be the spy girl in the mansion. I'm going to be the center of attention!" You swayed your hair.

"Yes, but you shouldn't expose your thighs too much, yeah?" Your smile drops and you look at him ferociously, "You've got exactly three seconds to take back what you say before I rip that fucking mohawk." His shoulder flinched a bit, his hand reached his pocket. "I'm so sorry, my lady I did not mean what I said earlier- Captain Price wanted me to give you this." He lends you what seems like a black belt with a knife pocket in it. "For emergency." He smiles as your eyes soften.

"My hands are full. Just put it beside me." You said reapplying a mascara. He paused for a moment before bending down to your side, You stopped whatever you were doing and watched him shift his hand to your knee and then your left thigh. the harsh surface of his gloves sharpens your breath, and the way he adjusted the belt thumps your heart harder. the way his fingers softly contact the soft flesh of your thighs turns you slightly red. He tightens the strap creating two hills between the black belt.

"That'll do." He got up and sat back to the seat.

You were stunned by the action he pulled. regaining consciousness, you pull your dress down so the strap isn't visible. "Very well, Mr. Soap. Very well," You look away at the car window watching the near-dusk scenery of Las Almas until the car stops in front of a cab. 

You watched Soap exit the car and open the car door for you, lending you his hand. As you got up, he slowly held your hand escorted you to the white car, and opened the door for you again. "Stay safe, yeah?" "Thank you, Soap." You got in gracefully and stayed in the car.

As the car drove, you rested your chin on your hand looking out the window. scanning the mansion from your naked eye; there were multiple spots that were exposed to the outside. you figured your team should set up a sniper from. one of the taller buildings. seeing the tall black gate visible from the distance, you pull the party mask to your eye level, enough to give a little anonymity to your face. "I'm green." You coded to the radio. "Good, get back one piece." Ghost tuned into your earpiece.

The green-suited man has a mask covering his face like Ghost's but in grey. his eyes gave you the look before slithering his hand around your waist. As the two of you walked into the mansion and entered the elevator, his hand slipped a piece of paper into your gloves. you tapped twice at his finger as a code that you received it. 

the sound of the elevator ding is heard and you walk outside toward the crowd of people. there was multiple outdoor pool with the green hills you saw when you were outside earlier. "Senora." A waiter handed you a tall drink, "Gracias." You awkwardly accept it and scooted  over to the crowd light dancing.

you swayed your hips a few times and hummed to the unfamiliar lyric music blasting in a not too deafening volume. You rejected a few hands that tried to pull you. but in multiple times you gazed and one specific eyes, but you're not sure whos orbs those belong to.

A few men and woman with mask covering their faces lent you their hand but you dont plan on making any contact with those people. hence you're undercove rwith a knife up in your thighs.

In the left corner of your eye, you saw a glimps of a dark hazel orbs piercing at your shoulders like an eagle observing their prey. You tilt your head to the side slightly to see a woman few olders than you menacingly watching you from afar. 

'Gyatt dayum,' you look away from her again. 

You tilt your head to her again to check her out, 'Ooh she's a short hair.' you mentally giggled to yourself while pretending to look away.

You tried to steal another look of her but you've lost her. sighing in defeat, you decided to walk out of the crowd towards one of the outdoor pools. You expose yourself outside while pressing your bottom lip with the fancy glass, "All stations, I have eyes on Dior." Ghost's voice buzzed into your ear. You raised your glass to the hill where you think Ghost is and went back inside. But as you turned around, you bumped into someone and accidentally knocked your own glass to your chest, pouring the alcohol all over your torso. "Ah-" 

Everyone's eyes pinned on you in an instant. "Dior, report on the situation. Why is everyone stunned?" Grave's voice echoed to your radio. "Ah, Lo siento, senoras." The woman that bumped into you walked towards you. "Dior, do you copy?" Ghost's voice gave a hint of annoyance. 

"Ah, esta bien." You try to pat your soaked chest but nobody can get their eyes off you. The woman seemed irritated at the people staring at you. "Siguema." She grabbed your hand, pulling you into her close. the two of you fast walked toward a different elevator. you saw her tapping a card and pressed floor 2.

'AINT NO GODDAMN WAY SHE'S THE SAME PERSON EARLIER' you thinly smile to yourself as you stare at your arm squashed by her palm. she has a similar combat gloves as Alejandro's. 

you were stunned at everything happening too fast but you tried to picture the woman that is probably helping you right now. She has cold-dark brown eyes with short black hair and a sharp eye. She wore some kind of a black turtleneck with dusty white jeans. in a few moments after staring at her, the elevator revealed the second floor. you followed her to a room with a large sofa and a few wardrobes. 

"Sientate, te lo debo." She walked to one of the wardrobes and slid it open. You sat on the sofa and tried your best to gather your composure. after a few minutes, she turned to you and threw a pair of black sweater. "Pontelo. Mi agradecimiento." She stated with a slightly cold tone. You rest your palm to the folded sweater and looked at her, "que?" She crossed her arm to her chest whilst looking down on you.

"...Gracias, tu eres linda." You softly said, trying to sound convincing. You dug your head inside the sweater and poked your head out of the hole, but you see her face an inch close to yours, "I knew that you're not from around here. Who are you?" She squinted her eyes to see you. You felt caged but you need to improvise. "I'm a prostitute." You blurted out.

"What the fuck," She sneers which made something inside you twitched. "Puta prostituta." She nodded slightly at your stance. "..si?" You gave an obvious guilty smile. Out of the sudden, she slapped and grip your left thigh. You got slightly startled from her sudden action, letting out a soft moan.

She raised her eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, "Oh coño, you poor thing. Did I startled you, conejita?" She sneered at you degradingly. "I mean it's technically MY job," You gulped. "But since you gave me this sweater, maybe I'll let you have me for free?" You shot her an innocent stare. after a slight pause between the two of you, she scoffed and flashed a wicked eye.

"Who do you think am I?" She gripped your jaw to make you look closer at her. "My next." You confidently answered. "es esto lo que esperas de mi?" She poked your groin as you arched your head back. "maldita perre zorra, Es esto lo que quieres?" She knitted her eyebrow and pinched your clit through your dress. "Oh God-" "What tis your name, maldita?" She lets go of your crotch now crawling to you whilst pinning your hands beside you. one of her knee edged your clit.

"Answer me, you imbicile." She placed a pressure to your wrist and sensitive abdomen. "V-Valentina." You gasped for air. "Valentina? que interesante." She snickered. "Me pregunto si Valentina quiere que Valeria la ponga como una, puta." She whispered to your red ear and chuckled at your whinings.

You prayed to God she leave your panties alone because your undercover will be revealed. she thumped her knee multiple times into your sensitive covered sensitive entry while now devouring your neck, whispering unladylike wordd in spanish whilst her sharp long nails with coated red polish bruised your underjaw. 

"Enjoyed checking me out, down there, Hm?" She shift her hand to make you face her. "Didn't expect you to look different from their papers," She smirked. "They didn't joke about sending me the best one." Your eyes widens at her remarks. 

"Cuando bailas ahí atras", she impatiently flung one of your legs onto her shoulder "Me llamaste la atencion." She dug her knee even deeper into you. probably now bruising your entrance. "ahora tengo el tuyo." she smirked at the mess she making you.

The way she draws your body with her hands, shifting from your wrist to your collarbone and teasing the shape of your breasts between her sweater. you felt her hand gliding up and down motioning to memorise your body through her touch.

"tu gusta este?" She smirked in your cheeks while the tip of her thumb circled your cave slowly. you eyes rolled inside your skull, still mentally praying she didn't notice the knife strap Soap wore for you. "Make more noises, puta." Her thumb presses harder making a damp with your wetness.

Your whines turned into a moaning mess, your well-do hair is now a bird nest. She laughs at the side of your neck biting your earlobe, "Me gusta tu voz, let's take thi-"

Her words are cut off by a knocking door. "Boss, tienes una persona." a man spoke from the other side of the door making her groan. "Callate!" she shouted towards the door before grunting in annoyance, "Hey." She places her finger on your chin, "Don't think I'm done with you." She said leaving with a smile. "I'll get your contract extended."

Watching her left, "contract extended?"  you quickly took out the paper that Alejandro's intel slid into your gloves. carefully reading the handwriting, it said 'segunda planta, 02 02 19' You rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper. "Very helpful, thank you."

You sat on the sofa dumbfounded with soggy panties. you looked behind you and saw a dark-tinted glass window, Without thinking twice you tapped the window and gazed around it. From up there, you saw Soap getting checked up by the guards before his head was sunk into a sack and forcefully manhandled into the mansion.

you gasped softly at the sight and tried to get into your radio. "This is Dior from the seco-" Your hand felt empty and your eyes widened after realizing your earpiece was gone. "Oh shit." You dug your whole palm inside your ear just to find it empty.

You quickly shuffled towards the door and turned the knob multiple times. just to have another realization that the door is locked from the outside. "OH SHIT." You breathed heavily and held your forehead to balance out your mind with the situation that happened. "No fucking way I'm trapped here to be a sex slave. fuck!" You walked around the room to think of a solution. "...And she DOES hiring a sex buddy. WHAT IF I GOT CAUGHT," You frustratedly run your mantled fingers across your scalp.

Let's learn how to break through your problem. You lost your earpiece, you have no contact with your teams whatsoever. Your only weapon is your knife but you can't use that yet because we don't want to break the glass with it, it'll be too noisy. You have a ticking time bomb before the REAL prostitute actually comes. 

'Check the wardrobes.' The insides of your head echoed a voice in your mind.

You sprinted to one of the wooden wardrobes and furiously opened every single one of them. just to be disappointed that there are only dark-colored random clothes. 

There was a military vest, few cargo pants, multiple pairs of jeans, and a hat. you took out the jeans and a few sweaters out of the wardrobe and ran back to the window, calculating the height of the building. 

"This is some Rapunzel shit," you muttered whilst trying to tie the jeans and sweaters together.

Flashback

"Dior, Do you copy?" Ghost tuned into the radio watching you unfolding a scene by the pool. "Dior- bloody fucking hell." He gripped his sniper holster in annoyance, "What's wrong, Ghost?" Soap took out a telescope to see you from the distance getting dragged by a woman. "Oh yeah, that's bad." 

"Did the princess drop her earpiece? Her signal seemed disconnected." Graves stared at Soap while staring at his combat tab and munching on a bread he packed himself for. "Well, that's on me. I think I gave her the wrong size." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head. "Fair blame." Ghost scoffed.

"If we decided that she's under hostage situation, I've got enough shadow to take over the whole damn country." Graves threw his wrapper off the building and walked towards the other. "I prefer if you didn't." Alejandro felt a little grudge in his tone.

Graves scoffed, "I'm just sayin, one house and a hostage wouldn't be a problem." He flexes. "We need el sin nombre and Dior alive." Alejandro knitted his eyebrow, "well... what if we meet him in person." The commander tilts to Soap.

"How?" 

"Give them what they want. Dior is out of reach with no coms, but I'm sure she figured something." Graves gripped his vest. "Tell them intel, they wanna know whose here? tell 'em." Grave's expression stayed relaxed.

"In person?" Alejandro sharply stared at Graves. "Correcto." He slightly nodded. "Get one of us inside, find Dior, get to the boss, pack 'em up." He palms his knuckles. The three men paused for a few moments before Soap broke the silence. 

"I'll do it." 

Alejandro's eyes soften to Soap, "You go in there, they'll kill you, Hermano. we're not even sure if Dior is still alive." He slightly shook his head. "That's fine, I'll take my chances. Dior is inside, there's a possibility she's still alive. There's a missile we need to stop." Soap convinced. "I'll get inside, find Dior then offer intel to El Sin Nombre." 

Ghost's sigh is heard as Soap continues. "And if they're there, we pounce." He finishes. Alejandro chuckled like a proud dad before resting his hand on Soap's shoulder. "Demonios si. tienes las pelotas es cabron." 

Alejandro took off his vest, "To make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too." He smiles. "I'll stay on overwatch again. Shadow circles the target on a helo." Ghost turns to Graves after Alejandro's decision. "Roger that." 

Graves was about to reach his radio but stopped, "Oh if they want proof." He ripped off a Shadow Company badge from his vest. "Show 'em this." Soap took a good look at the ripped badge before fist-bumping Graves. "Call me when you need me." Graves walked towards the other side of the building. "Alright, let's gear up and get after it."

a little longer than a few minutes later

Soap's face was shoved into the elevator after getting questioned by El Sin Nombre. The female Sicaria leaned herself to the side of the elevator watching Soap stumbled. Diego slaps three of the buttons going from the basement to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor. "Penthouse." He mumbles.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast," He faced Valeria. "I'll be in the penthouse with sin nombre." She said in a cold tone whilst the sound of the elevator went up. "When do I see el sin nombre?" Soap's question made the two sicarios snickered. "Valeria is going to speak with the boss, you will wait with the others," Diego said with a hint of threat.

"I have a feeling, El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you." Valeria spat venom through her words. After a minute, the elevator dings. watching the elevator door unraveling, Soap flooded out his overthinking while it was greeted by a guard with a mask. 

Soap walked out of the elevator, "This is where you wait, Soap." The mohawk slowly walks out of the elevator with a guard leaning by the side outside the lift. "Estaré en la ofrenda. No interruptan." Diego spoke coldly as the guard shoved soap against the window. "Si Señor." The guard deepen his voice as he patted Soap's body down.

"You're alive..." Alejandro's familiar voice relieves Soap's tense muscle. "Alejandro? You too mate." He muttered back. "El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse, third floor." "We'll need a keycard." Alejandro replied again.

"Diego has it." Alejandro searched his pocket. "Take this." he handed soap a throwing knife. "Sweet." Soap gladly stored it in his pocket. "This too," He handed Soap a white full head mask. "Why a mask?" Soap wore it anyway. "Some people here can't be seen with the cartel. comms are hooked in." 

"Got it."

"You're good, let's head out." 

Alejandro and Soap tried their best to not be seen too close together as they walked towards what seemed like a kitchen. The people on the floor have either left or somewhere else. it wasn't so crowded like earlier. "What've you got?" Ghost turned into Soap's radio. "El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. third floor." Soap spoke softly. 

"None of Dior?" Soap paused himself before answering, "Negative." Ghost's sigh is heard faintly through, Alejandro frowns at his concerns. "Don't worry. We'll give a shot on the elevator, we just need Diego's keycard." He looked around the mansion watching a few guards and a backdoor to the garage.

"Where Diego?" Ghost's shifting his sniper is heard on the radio. "Ofrenda, second floor." Soap said. "I think I know how to get to him." Soap stared at an unoccupied ladder with a few vines beside it and a vertical window. "Vamos, we'll get our hands dirty,"  Alejandro smirked beneath his mask.

end of flashback

You sat by the window, ripping and tying some of the clothings. you felt bad for doing this but you need to get out of there. It's been around 45 minutes since you realized your earpiece is gone. the sky has turned dark and surprisingly the music is fading. You could only hear people on a phone call or just chatting with one and another.

After finally finishing the last piece, you tied the end of the long handmade rope to the sova and walked towards the window. 'It is what it is' You pulled out your knife and broke the window by the butt side and threw the rest of the rope out of the window. As you jumped out, you were flabbergasted to see someone climbing up right beside you. he had a grey shirt, dark pants with a white robbery mask. the two of you stare at each other for a good few minutes.

"Soap?!" 

"Dior?!"

'PSSAT' a bullet pierced close to the two of you. Soap drew out his gun and shot the guard right in the head. "Holy shit, what did you do?!" You gripped on your rope tighter. "No time to explain! Quick, take my hand." He lent out his hand as you grab him back. He lifted you over his shoulder and threw you to the 2nd-floor balcony on the other side of your window. "Go get cover, I'll explain later." He said grunting whilst climbing. "Solid copy." 

You sprinted into the building facing guard, "Hold this!" You slashed their throat by throwing your knife through their jugular vein as they dropped to the ground with a seizure. You slide on your knees to take your knife back, "Ay, 'm takin this back. thank you!" You got on your feet and ran again. the sound of alarm blaring through the hallways eeried your ears. 

You stumbled across a closet and pulled it open to see a medium-sized safebox, "Let's see what you're worth." You put in the code from Alejandro's intel, As it clicks open, a few papers fly out and you grit your teeth in annoyance.

"A fucking shotgun..." 

"A fucking shotgun." 

You jerked your head back to see Soap leaning into the content and cluck the close-range weapon to himself. "Dior, you want my USP instead?" He offered his gun. You took it and checked the mag to see it's barely used. "Fair offer." 

The two of you walked towards another balcony to get on top of the rooftop. But unfortunately, there were several guards on watchout. You peeked and threw the knife at one of the guards, jumping over to get inside and shoot the remaining guards. Soap struggled to hop inside the top with his shotgun which resulted in you getting harmed fighting alone.

"Argh-" You shot a guard's knee before kicking him down with your heels. Another guard aimed their gun at you but their head explodes from a sniper. You looked up towards another building a few miles away to see a reflection of a light showing Ghost on overwatch. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay?" Soap got to your side. "Just a gash, let's go." You ignored your bleeding arm and quickly caught up to Alejandro.

"Dior." 

"Ale-" 

"Soap!"

The three of you looked at each other before Alejandro pointed at a certain chimney. "Elevator this way, we have no time left." Soap and Alejandro sprinted towards the ladder as you tried to catch up. You grunted in pain holding your left arm that spilled out blood. 

Soap jumps inside to get on the top of the elevator as Alejandro realizes you're not there. He looked down to see you holding your arm in pain, "Cariño, estás bien?" He shouted from the top. You waved your hand away at him "Go without me!" 

He furrows his eyebrow and tries to lend his hand to you, "It's too dangerous!" You shook your head, "Go get El Sin Nombre, I'll be fine I promise you!" He paused for a moment looking through your eyes before deciding to leave with Soap. you sighed in relief and went the other way. 

You swore you saw something when you opened that safe. The papers that flew out weren't just ordinary papers, You tried to navigate yourself back to the 2nd floor. You saw multiple guards coming but you hid and shot them from behind counters. 

outruning them from the hallways, you hid yourself inside the same closet earlier. You sat and took all of the papers trying to read it in thin light. But out of a sudden, you feel a breeze from your side from the guards opening your closet door with a rifle in his hand. you screamed in fear but he dropped to the ground in an instant. Your pupils dilate at the sight of one of the words in those papers as it flutters in the air shifting away from you.

'duties signed under Ma-'

Your gaze was locked on a shadow with a handgun in his hand as he lent you his hand again, "Dior, right? we caught El Sin Nombre. Let's go!" You tried to get up but the pain in your arm stopped you and made you drop the papers down. "Shit okay-" 

He picked you up by the waist and carried you, "I'm sorry," he mutters softly.

#mw2 #modern warfare 2 #task force 141 #captain price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty #call of duty mwii #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #cod fanfic

[rawrroarart]

Hello, i am new to your blog, i actually just started watching LWA a couple weeks ago ( It’s my favourite show now) and I just really love your art and your writing, and you sound like a lovely person too! I wanted to ask if you are planning on writing/drawing more in the future (because i think you definitely should, you’re truly an amazing writer and artist) Also i love Diana (and Diakko) and the way you draw/write her is just… perfection. I hope you have a nice day! (Sorry for all the text)

Hello! Sorry about the dead blog haha I'm glad you're enjoying LWA! I remember my first time watching it and when Diana showed up I felt the "oh fuck I'm going to be so unnormal about this." I actually still think about her and Akko often I miss them :(

I'm very glad to hear you've enjoyed both my writing and my art! I actually still pride my writing over my art by a long shot so any time anyone mentions it I get super happy haha. While I can't yet promise that I'll be uploading new content any time soon, I can 100% guarantee that Diana and Diakko live in my head rent free still. I was actually planning out a dumb drabble a few days ago, but haven't had the time to sit down to actually try writing it. Life gets in the way unfortunately 😔

Thank you very much for this lovely ask and also for finding my blog despite the inactivity! Please don't apologize for the text either I thrive off the validation lol. You are very wonderful for this. Take care!

#i speak #hope to see you when i eventually hopefully do post 😉

[is-this-tf]

I absolutely love this blog, do u have any good tf blog recs for further transformation fun? 👀👀👀

Thank you for the high praise, wow! I'm actually pretty new to the TF scene on tumblr, myself- I'd more been hanging around deviantart and furaffinity for TF specifically for posting my own stories, I don't think I realized the TF presence on tumblr before it really came into focus after making this blog! I'm honestly hoping that through is-this-tf I'll be able to make more connections with TF folks on tumblr, too, so I'm open for good TF blog recommendations myself.

As for ones I do know, hmm.... a friend of mine @skylermadness is great blog I can wholeheartedly recommend, if you're looking for (generally sfw) TF stories. They specialize in character TF, which is a big favorite of mine myself, but have also done plenty of generic human and archetype TFs as well!

Another blog I know of that I've heard through the grapevine is @nocturnowlette- the works they write fall into the Hypnosis side of things more than Transformation necessarily, but god damn do they really GET the real draw and technique of hypnosis, mind changes, etc. Give them a follow if you like thinking puppy thoughts and don't mind the occasional nsfw.

Most other blogs I can rec for this answer are less sort of Centered around transformation, and moreso they know of it and I've seen them speak of it with some degree of understanding on more than one occasion. They've gotten follows of my own because I like their posts and I get to reblog the TF themed ones to is-this-tf sometimes, but their blogs are pretty solid on their own too! Folks like @catgirldragon, @elliegoose, and even @foone come to mind- I can't guarantee transformation fun is what you'll get, but they're fine folks that I respect and like following myself, so you might like what their blogs have to offer as well!

#not tf #asks #thanks again for the question!

[wannabeanartist]

Free drawing/writing

Hello everybody, I am a beginner drawer/writer. I just can't think of anything to draw or write right now, so if you want, you can suggest some ideas and I'll do my best. I do not guarantee the quality of the product or that I will actually be able to do it at all, but it's free so you don't have anything to lose anyway. Since I am 16, of course, no sexual content or heavy violence. But, I don't have any other limit except for that. So go ahead and suggest anything to me, whatever it is it will be good training.

Also here are some of my works

#writing #comission #free #free commissions #free writing #ralsei #jotaro kujo #jjba fanart #jjba #art #drawing #deltarune #undertale yellow #undertale #martlet

[goodluckclove]

On Being Seen

I'll warn you in advance, friends and colleagues - I might not have quite an optimistic take on this one. In advance I'll say that I'm totally all right, there's no need to comfort or fawn or worry. It's just been a pretty crazy couple of days and it's sort of left me in a kind of perturbed state of mind.

I feel as if I've developed a reputation on Writeblr as someone strongly supportive of other writers through their struggles and successes, and I figure it might be useful to see that I speak as someone who has their fair share of doubts. Consider it a show of neurosis that supports me as your steadfast advocate in creative growth and potential.

I'll put it under a read more. It's nothing triggering I don't think, I'm just a little embarrassed to have it fully visible under what I still consider to be a relatively professional space. Or at least a space for me as a professional whose brand involves not being very professional.

Nevertheless.

I debated for a long time self-publishing Blind Trust. I went back and forth every so often for weeks, and my poor wife had to deal with the brunt of my strange excuses not to do it. It really came down to one big question, which was...why?

Why am I publishing this? And for money, no less? That's weird. Why would anybody support that? It wouldn't deter me from writing if I never published any of the Songbird Elegies. I'd still write them. I've been writing stories for almost 20 years that no one has ever read and no one will probably ever read.

Sure, I have the fantasies of relative cult notoriety. People making fanart of my characters and sharing weird memes about my plot points. Finding comfort in the words and stories I've created to comfort myself. When I was still considered schizoaffective my dad gave me a copy of Flow My Tears the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick and said that he was "like us". If that happened to someone else with one of my books it would mean the world to me.

Then again, would it? Because in my actual, real, physical life I am terrible at taking praise. It's like trying to catch a ball from the other side of a brick wall. If you ever pass me on the street I'm guaranteed to be wearing soundproof headphones and blasting music to keep anyone from talking to me. You might catch my eye and I'll smile and nod, maybe toss a compliment your way, but if you try to have a conversation and I do not know you I will absolutely just keep walking. I can't do it.

I love people and I'm terrified of people. It's always been this way.

It's easier online. I mean it when I say that I'm open to anyone here just starting a conversation with me about anything. There's already the unspoken assumption that we're all already weird, so I don't have to think too hard about your motivations. But still, large amounts of praise and positive reinforcement make me deeply uncomfortable. I've been trying to work on that for years, but I find most advice on building self-worth deeply unhelpful.

It's not like I'd prefer hate. I think I'm just not used to being noticed either way.

This is the first time I've made an honest effort to put my work, and by proxy myself (all writers are brands now, says the publishing industry as a whole) on display online. And for the most part it's been great! I enjoy the connections I've made here. The promise of making more. There are so many skilled storytellers here that it gives me a lot of hope and excitement for the future of literature.

But it's weird. It's really weird.

Most of the time I see it as another social media client. I stand by the posts I make and do them for fun, but I also do them to maintain a presence and draw in more attention. I studied to do things like this for work before. I picked like three social media management tactics that I thought I could remember when I was 18 and just stuck by them. And then occasionally I go oh wait. This isn't some nonprofit. This isn't a start-up for tech assholes. This is me.

And that's weird.

It's not a massive following I have, but it's more than I've ever had before under my own personal and creative writing. I published short stories and articles, but I never heard anything from them. There are short stories I have on online journals that I genuinely do not know if anyone has read. Here, I see people like things and I'm like huh. I feel like a mummy or a ghoul. I do not understand what people are doing.

One part of my brain takes this information and says that it's probably proof that when I publish Blind Trust, some people will buy it. People have expressed interest already. Which means they're probably interested, I think. I post excerpts of my writing and people seem to enjoy it enough to click a button or leave a comment. That's cool. I don't get why it happens, but it's very cool and it makes me happy.

At the same time there's this undercurrent of paranoia. I don't get it. And I don't think I ever will. That's essentially been my only coping mechanism for publishing at this point - I don't know if it'll work, but I might as well try and if I do something will probably happen.

I know I'm a writer. At this point it would be ridiculous to say I wasn't. I'm a professional, working writer, and experienced enough to know that saying all that doesn't say much in terms of quality.

Am I a good writer? I don't really know what that means. I like Blind Trust. I'm reading it for the fourth time as I edit it again and I genuinely enjoy it. So someone who thinks like me and has similar tastes to myself might feel the same way. I don't really know who that person might be. Statistically I imagine they have to exist somewhere. And that there's at least a handful of them.

Imposter Syndrome is real and I don't think it ever goes away. I'd like to think that it's one of those things where you think about it less and less, and this is just the first night in maybe five months that I'm really thinking about it.

I'm not expecting to make a ton of money off my first book. In fact, I probably will be sick from anxiety with any purchase I get for the first year, because it means that someone spent human money on writing I am happy to just give them for free.

But this is going to be my job. I want this to be my job so I can spend more time doing it. Because I've dedicated so much time to doing all of this, it means I get to spend a lot of my day getting other writers to write even a little bit of their own stories. And that's so important to me.

I don't know. I don't really have a neat end to this. I'm forcing myself to actually follow through with posting it, and then to continue keeping it up even though it feels incredibly vulnerable to be, in my opinion, this self-indulgent and whiny. It's insecure. I'm still insecure. I'm in therapy and on medication and there's more shit I got to do in life.

Still, I'm telling myself that my version of being a Professional Writer is to showcase emotional pitfalls like this. Newer writers might know that you can sometimes have a night where you might not be in despair, per say, but certainly deep confusion, and then come back the next day and keep on working. I stand by what I mean when I say that the craft should not be entirely miserable. It is still maybe 25% inconvenient to me, and I am currently in that less-desirable quarter.

So what am I doing? Wife got us Jersey Mike's, so I had a yummy sandwich. Kafka is sitting on my calves, just behind my laptop monitor. I'm listening to my soul/funk playlist while Wife plays Hell Divers for the first time. Later we're going to play a board game.

But for now, I'm going to keep editing my goddamned novel.

Blind Trust out in June. Get ready people, because I'm not.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #on writing #writing #indie author #authors of tumblr #vent post #personal #oh god the ego #i'm dying

[balefulbargainau]

After being inspired by @bottle-of-harpoons's Pechapon AU and encouraged by my friend to break my executive dysfunction, I have decided to throw my hat into the ring and create my own rendition of it! Full credit to @bottle-of-harpoons for creating the AU, I just added a little Sock Opera flair to it.

So basically, after Juliana leaves Kitakami, Kieran starts to get these weird dreams where a shadowy figure tells him that he could be so much stronger if he just tried. It haunts him, goading him into working tirelessly toward beating Juliana and cutting ties with the people around him. The only way to be the strongest is to use them as stepping stones. Seeing few other options Kieran heeds its advice, training to the point of exhaustion each day and growing colder to Carmine and his friends.

Events play out pretty much the same as in canon up until the expedition to the depths of Area Zero. The day before Briar summons the trio, Kieran sees the phantasm from his dreams in the corner of his vision taunting him. Mockingly congratulating him on losing his title, it offers him two choices. He can continue to ride things out with no guarantee of regaining the friendship of his peers or his prestige. Or he can start anew. The phantasm holds out a shadowy version of the Teal Mask.

There are a few stipulations to this renewal, it insinuates. The deal itself can't be broken without serious consequences, and Kieran can't lift a finger to interfere with what happens next. But Kieran knows he's reached the end of the line and just wants a fresh start. So he takes the mask.

At this point the figure reveals itself to be Pecharunt and laughs as Kieran's vision goes dark.

Some time later, he wakes up in the Coastal Biome of the Terrarium to find that he has been turned into essentially a weaker version of Ogerpon. Confused, scared, and a little in awe, Kieran wanders the Terrarium in search of Carmine and Juliana. Surely they can fix this?

Little does he know that Pecharunt has assumed his identity and has no intention of giving it back. From this point forward, the Kieran we see in Indigo Disk is actually Pecharunt.

Some miscellaneous thoughts:

Kieran is bound by the Toxic Chain by the neck, which is partially hidden under his cloak. He can use moves, but if he tries to use them on Pecharunt (or the Loyal Three) or use Ivy Cudgel, it tightens to the point where he almost can't breathe.

The real Ogerpon is naturally suspicious of him, but once she learns of the situation she is horrified and tries to help any way she can.

The others don't discover Kieran until a few weeks after they get back from Area Zero thanks to Pecharunt's interference, so there's a period where he has to learn to survive in the wild and hope the wild Pokemon of the Terrarium don't gang up on him. Luckily he makes friends with a seasoned Zangoose.

My main inspiration for Pecharunt's characterization is Bill Cipher. Its motivations are less malicious, but its methods of manipulation are certainly from the same playbook.

Like the original Pechapon AU, Kieran isn't a villain. He's just a teen figuring things out who fell into a bad bargain, a baleful bargain if you will. While I do plan to put him through a bit of hardship, he'll also receive catharsis.

I do plan to upload art for this AU! It's been a while since I've uploaded my drawings to Tumblr and I've never made a comic before, but I'll try my hardest!

#pokemon #pokemon kieran #pokemon au #pechapon au

[victoriacoffee]

Hey guys! Uh I felt like I should say something about the fandom

// mentions of self harm, suicidal ideation

This is gonna be long, sorry!

Heyyyy, sorry I've been so uhhh hardly active online...I've been trying to come back to posting online and stuff just idk it's been a pretty rough several months and every time I think my motivation is back enough it disappears. I'm currently tryna work things out in therapy as a result of how bad certain things have gotten in the last few months, I'm not gonna say what it was but based on my writing with a lot of focus on self harm and suicidal ideation, you can probably guess.

At this point I think I'm about to just not even bother logging into twitter anymore and pretty much use this and ao3 and pinterest and stuff (maybe occasionally instagram idk tho that place kinda sucks). It would probably help me be more active on here tbh since yall seem not really do a lot of the things that make my mh worst XD

Alright, anyway I'm currently editing a few different fics I've been working on for a while, several of them decided to be in the 50-100 page on google docs range whether I liked it or not, so that and my current disasterous working situation is why it's taking a ridiculous amount of time. If I had a functional posting schedule, ig I wouldn't be an ao3 user. I was gonna include a statement in one of them about this, but I decided this needed to be said here first

So I don't think I plan on leaving the dsmp fandom no matter what happens at this point. The average length of interest in a fandom is like what 10 years? Idk I heard that from some yt. If so, I'm approaching the halfway mark with the dsmp, which is insane to think about, and I don't plan on jumping off that train any time soon. The stories were intriguing and the cc's and their characters and music and stuff have gotten me through the lowest points of my life, so it's very hard to forget that.

Even if the cc's turn out to not be great, I still have their characters, and I'm not willing to give up this coping mechanism just yet because I feel like not having one when everything else in my life seems to be going to shit wouldn't be that great

I see it like if you liked a character in a movie and the actor that played them turned out to be bad, would you still like the character? I would.

cc!Wilbur turned out to be a shitty person. His song about being a wanker and a fucking waste of time was in fact spot on. Fuck that guy. I'm done with his stuff but I'm still gonna write his character

There are a lot of things erupting on twitter right now, I'm not sure what's going on and I do Not have the mental fortitude to find out at this point. I can't say I believe everything because after the Dream situation last fall...I'm just holding off my judgement for now. I'll probably go looking once the dust starts to settle but right now it's all a huge mess and everything is up in the air

I can't guarantee anything at this point, but I will most likely continue to write c! stagedduo and most likely draw and crochet them. I do not have another coping mechanism and the brainrot over the story of the dsmp will likely not go away

Uhhh really sorry I keep falling off the face of the earth, but I think I'm back now. I don't know what the future holds, but this is probably gonna become about the only social media i use now and I think i might just make an alt account or something for my other art so i can stop posting on instagram all together hopefully. Everytime i open that app it makes me more sad and then I never get around to opening this

Due to the severity of what I mentioned earlier, I'm just going to say that I'm not feeling like *that* right now, I feel like I'm actually very gradually starting to get out of the not great mental state I've been in for basically since high school, but I'm not gonna let twitter and the potential of social media harassment fuck that up, so from now on y'all are gonna be like 90% of my social media interactions most likely and I'm not gonna let whatever the hell twitter does in the next few weeks take my favorite characters from me.

I love c!Dream and c!Punz. Their dynamic is excellent be it drunz or stageduo. I'm gonna keep writing them.

They look like the cc's but they still very much exist separately of them (irl Dream isn't getting tortured by irl Quackity and Sam or anything lol).

So whatever ends up happening, imma be here most likely. So for those of you who'd like to join me, hey! For those of you who can't take it anymore, I understand.

Oh and for those of you who've been drawing/writing/whatever any cc's who are currently accused or exposed or anything, I encourage you not to delete or destroy your work, you worked hard on it! If you don't wanna look at it rn, put it away for now. If it's character based especially! Don't let the actions of others or the vitriol of twitter take away your favorite characters!

#dsmp #staged duo #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #punz #technoblade #quackity #hannahxxrose #awesamdude #characters are not cc's #im not trying to accuse any of these ppl or take a side btw #well other than wilbur #that one ik he fucking sucks #i have not been on twitter and do not want to hear about it right now #just tagging names from notifications at this point #i will not open them #dammit i really need a stiff drink right now #drunz

[velvets-stuff]

Eeeey, someone sent me an ask asking me about fun facts about the brothers in fish in a birdcage AU, but things happened and the ask was deleted, that's why I'm answering it here!

little facts are always fun to do. (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

F.B!Martin

The first thing that comes to mind about this Martin is the way he chooses his nicknames for others, since Martin uses names of birds or fish, I will borrow the brothers from the epilogue AU to use them as an example (small apology Kazzy , it is for a greater good 🙏)... F.B!Martin possibly calls Epilogue!M “owl” because of the relationship with witchcraft that these animals have, although mainly because of the wise appearance that they have and that would remind him of that M, on the other hand, he would call Epilogue!C something like “Koi” for the Koi fish since the white and orange-reddish colors of the fish would be somewhat similar to the mark/tattoo on this C's face... with those examples I think you already understand how it works, F.B!Martin will take some element/characteristic of someone (almost always superficial) and compare it to a bird or fish 👀.

F.B!Martin is awful at babysitting, If he is put to take care of a child, it is almost guaranteed that the child will end up crying, and who will be the guilty? Definitely not the weird guy who enjoys making cruel jokes and is terrifying by nature 😀

Speaking of cruel jokes, Martin has a somewhat dark sense of humor, not in the sense that it is funny black humor, but rather that it is already unpleasant and cruel, in addition to the fact that he is generally bad at jokes, so it is practically It is impossible for anyone to laugh at his jokes 💀

In general Martin, although charismatic, does come across as rude, especially this is shown since Martin KNOWS that his jokes are not funny and tells them anyway, a little in the hope that someone will laugh, but mostly because he doesn't care. “Didn't you think it was funny? I don't care!!”

I forgot to put this in the official reference image of F.B!Martin (I'll change it when I can), but Martin canonically has a missing tooth, there is no super epic or tragic story that accompanies that, it is simply a characteristic of his design.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, Martin makes normal/non-cruel jokes, and on much rarer occasions these jokes are actually funny.

He doesn't have a bad memory, but over time he has come to forget some things, mainly the universes where he has been but also some things about his original universe, like the voices of his friends and loved ones...

F.B!Chris

This poor man has never seen the stars in his life 💀, in his original universe there was a lot of light pollution and therefore when it was night the starry sky did not exist, perhaps he could partially see the moon but nothing really impressive, therefore one of the Things he would like to do (after getting revenge on F.B! Martin obviously xd) is to see the starry sky for the first time, and if he's lucky even see a shooting star 👀

Chris bites, no, that's not a way of saying, it's not an exaggeration, he LITERALLY BITES, although he normally defends himself like any other person (with fists and weapons(?), if you're close enough, the first thing he probably does is make it bite you.

Martin calls him “Magpie”, he still doesn't know why.

Chris likes to collect precious stones, although it is enough for him that they look pretty (and if they shine better), therefore he has a small jar with stones in his bag.

The scarf he wears used to belong to his older brother (the Martin of his original universe), it was the only thing left of him, therefore he has a lot of appreciation for that scarf, to the point that he can become somewhat possessive or aggressive.

He doesn't like to read, not for the reasons you may think, but because, for some reason, Chris can't imagine the scenes that the books tell, he only sees the letters, so he ends up getting bored.

On the contrary, Chris likes drawing more, watching movies or even audiobooks, anything where he doesn't have to read something will be more interesting to him.

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #fish in a birdcage au #ask #I use the “ask” tag because the question came in an ask but I accidentally deleted it #So... sorry about that 😃

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Here's a list of headcanons I would like to explore in that Scroop x Farmer!Reader fanfic. The setting I'm going for will make keeping him in character difficult, but I'll try. I refuse to back away from a challenge:

Scroop hates when people see him make mistakes. He hates not being able to do things right the first time around. Whether that came from trauma or it’s something that came from within his heart - both things being very internalised - he will often stop trying if he can't master the skill quickly. Mistakes make him very overwhelmed though not like he would ever admit it.

It is something that is fairly easy to spot. He will get more defensive and mean as a way to deter anyone who would dare comment.

He will exploit any weaknesses and acts of kindness, mocking it like he did when he overheard Silver be kind to Jim. He himself isn't as strong as he makes himself out to be, so by acting like that he actively elevates himself, at least in his mind.

Scroop hates being at the bottom of the food chain. If there's a chance acting like a crude asshole will set him higher - and in return berate the other person - he will do it. He doesn't care for the immediate consequences. It makes him feel in control.

Scroop is impulsive. Like mentioned in the previous point, he will act without caring for the immediate reactions of others. Will he get in trouble for something? Possibly, but it's worth it if the lasting consequences make life harder for his target.

He will take things without asking. He will mock people for his own amusement. He will let anger, his strongest emotion, take hold of him. He does things for his own benefit without caring much about other people's feeling. At least not until he gets some time to think.

He hates when his things are touched without his consent or knowledge. He’s extremely protective of his belongings. Naturally so as being a pirate meant a significant lack of trust. Well, at least he didn't trust anyone. He will attack anyone that so much as tries to take his things and he will guard it like a swan protecting its chicks.

And to solidify that previous point: trust issues galore.

Often misunderstands people's actions to the point that anything could be seen as a threat or an insult and will result in him getting aggressive. Someone wants to check his temperature? He'll try and slash at them. Someone is laughing in his company? They must be laughing at him. Someone is walking in his general direction? He's ready to draw his cutlass.

Aaand that's it for now. The general idea is making Scroop grow throughout the fic. Reader will do their best to teach him some morals and Scroop will try and unlearn some of this bad, pirate habits. Not so much that he's OOC, but enough.

Also, because planning a fanfic gives me more joy than actually writing it, it might be a while yet till I write this. There's a chance this will end up like all of my other WIPs. Just wanted to throw that out there. There is no guarantee of me completing this.

#scroop x reader #scroop #treasure planet #there will be more headcanons for this #this is just everything I managed to write up yesterday #if y'all have any ideas then feel free to send an ask with them

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Hi! So my question is if it would be unlikely that a series of novellas could sell well? I'm hoping to make money writing, and I think each mystery (the books are going to be mysteries set in a fantasy setting.) could be a lot more interesting if it were more focused, and I would get that wonderful feeling of finishing a story about 3 times as often. But also I wonder if novellas that are so unconventional to the genres they're in could sell well no matter the length... I'm probably over thinking this. I appreciate any help you could give me.

Viability of a Series of Fantasy Mystery Novellas

This is a tough question to answer because there are so many variables. I'll do my best to address them all, though. :)

The most important variable is the general viability of a fantasy-based mystery. Is that something that would sell? Yes. Fantasy mystery is a growing genre, though the "fantasy" part tends to be more urban fantasy, paranormal, and alternative history. Which isn't to say more traditional fantasy settings and mystery don't or wouldn't sell. There are readers for pretty much anything--if you can find them. Which brings me to the next variable...

If you pursue traditional publishing, you're likely looking at a small, independent publisher. Their reach won't be as wide as a traditional publisher, but if they already publish fantasy mysteries, they would have some built-in audience. For self-publishers, it can be very hard to find readers--particularly for hybrid genre books. So, the viability of your series will really depend on your ability to market well and find readers. Fortunately for you, mystery is one of the genres that does well in self-publishing. That's not a guarantee of viability, though. It just means the readers are definitely there if you can get their attention. Which brings me to the final variable...

Even if you find an audience, your ability to sell books is going to depend on the quality of your product. Readers gravitate toward covers, blurbs, and marketing that looks professional, and books that are well-edited and polished. If you don't put in the time, effort, and often money that is required to produce a quality product, your books aren't going to sell well. And, even with that quality, if you don't have a compelling enough plot to draw people in, all the effort in the world won't be enough to sell copies.

So, is there a market for fantasy mysteries? Yes.

Does this mean your novellas will definitely sell well? No.

Is it possible they'll sell well with the right investment of finding readers and producing a quality product? Yes.

Is finding readers and producing a quality product a guarantee the novellas will sell well? No.

The bottom line is no one can say... you just have to give it a try, do your best, and see how it goes. Get that first novella out there and see what the reception is like. Get a feel for how big an audience you can personally reach, how engaged they are, and how willing they are to read another book. If it all goes well, get that second one out there, and so on. That's how you get a series out. Book by book. :)

Finally, a word of caution: I shudder when I see people say they're hoping to make money with writing. Unless you can get a paid writing position (such as a journalist, technical writer, copywriter, speech writer, etc.), it's difficult to make money as a writer. And writing books isn't the cash cow a lot of people imagine it is. Very few authors (even traditionally published ones) make enough money to quit their day jobs. With self-publishing it's even harder to make money, because not only do you not get the cash advance you can with traditional publishers, it's actually very difficult to get your book into brick and mortar stores. And you absolutely can't do that unless you invest money in your book--professional cover, professional editor, ISBN number, etc. Even then... even when you have a really professional, well-written book that makes it into bookstores, you still really have to become a viral hit in order to sell enough copies to make back what you put into the book quickly and still have money in your pockets. For most self-published authors, making money is a long game, requiring years of putting in the time, effort, and money to create a backlog of quality books that are well-marketed. If you have a solid backlog, you'll probably make a little money. But you still probably won't be able to quit your day job. ♥

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i have had a couple of messages lately and would like 2 make a post about it ! 1. i do not have autism! i do however have personality disorders ! 2. this blog isnt really meant to be social, it's main purpose is to be an archive for my art! i post nearly everything i draw on here! (but i don't mind being social and talking to people) 3. i am primarily a character designer! while i do draw other things (illustrations of both canon + original characters for example), my main strength is making designs ! that's why most of my art is of that 4. i have aphantasia! 5. i have not taken any kind of art classes of any kind! 6. if you want to ask me how i do something in my art, let me know and i'll be happy to explain!! just take it with a grain of salt though, haha... also as a sidenote i can't guarantee i'll actually do it but i've been thinking about playing more into my strengths in art and selling character designs again!! interest check, kind of ! if youre interested please say so in the notes or an ask or dms or something .. i'm thinking of mostly posting them on toyhouse but i might post them here too!

#someday i want to make stickers and enamel pins but i need practice in subject ideas #also production costs suck... #hopefull i don't get anxious and delete this