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gothoffspring · 2 months
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Hey y'all! I've really felt like making more cc lately, but I'm determined to upload some more of my completed recolors before I hop into any new projects. Here we have two summer themed recolors, a dress and a jumpsuit! Details, credits and download links below the cut.
DETAILS:
These are recolors of @joliebean's jungle dress and @akalukery's plunge halter jumpsuit. Mesh is included thanks to the original creators generous tou's, but I recommend you check out and download the originals as well.
the dress has 15 swatches and the jumpsuit has 12, various summer themed patterns for both.
Both have custom thumbnails for the first swatch.
You can see an unedited in-game photo of some more swatches right here.
these definitely aren't perfect recolors, but honestly I think they work just fine and I liked how they ended up so I figured I'd share.
P.S sorry that i'm never going to use any other preview style for CAS cc, it's just too easy to use this template and I do not have the energy to do proper previews anymore especially if i'm going to be uploading a bunch of stuff, which i plan to!
CREDIT:
thank you to joliebean and akalukery for their generous tou's and for the original meshes.
Patterns found via freepik, vecteezy, spoonflower, maybe a few from colourlovers/google. All credit goes to the original creators for their lovely patterns!
DL: MF / SFS
@mmfinds @alwaysfreecc
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avenoirn · 1 year
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My shop is finally open again from December 11 until December 31 with new things! Thank you for looking 🌿🍀
INTL store / Locals/ID For purchases over $75, please use code AVNR1222 to get 10% off your entire order! :) (Valid only until December 23 11:59 PM ET Time)
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blarrghe · 24 days
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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...
The Hunter The Snake and the Fox
Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28
Summary:
When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.
And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:
A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.
Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.
The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows. 
Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.
Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…” 
Sharp grunt. 
“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?” 
Angry Elvish epithet. 
“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”
Big knife.
“— and a wife! And children! Please!” 
The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already. 
“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”
Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.
“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice. 
Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.  
Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke. 
Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power. 
“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him. 
“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.” 
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candyredterezii · 2 years
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Emergency Signal Boost
Okay I genuinely hate having to do this, but my parents and I are kind of in a deep hole financially right now. Neither have a job, my dad is retired and my mom was on disability due to her prior workplace and she was getting money from that but they suddenly cut her off.
I wouldn’t be posting this on my mother’s behalf if it wasn’t a dire emergency. So if anyone can help us out we’d really, truly, appreciate it. Here’s a link to her PPal, anything helps, genuinely.
Thank you guys, and I sincerely apologizing having to post this. 
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waterfallofspace · 3 months
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A Word-Filled Update
that no one's asking forrrr~
Sooooo, hiya~ ^^
Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)
Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3
(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)
Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)
That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.
This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.
But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~
So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.
I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)
Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~
I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!
Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.
So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~
There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3
And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~
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yuukimiyas · 7 months
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i’m your fool forever, you little heartbreaker ✧‧˖⁺‧₊˚
i had the absolute pleasure of getting my very first commission done by the ever so lovely @ekkurea ꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ she executed my vision PERFECTLY & i couldn’t be happier with the final results!! thank you SO SO SO much again!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i HIGHLY recommend you guys check out her other works!!
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pyrriax · 2 months
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ratios like this on writing is exactly why i dont main tag my writing. come on man. come on.
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shaperaverse-brainrot · 2 months
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I'm so excited to see you doing colour pallet drawings again! Your art is so mind-blowingly good. Could I please get Han Mi in monarch?
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Aaaah thank you so so much <3
Cabaret era Han Mi, singing about her favourite script changes.
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cloudcountry · 9 months
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i love it when me and one other person are obsessed with my fic. like thank you. you are the only reason that fic is relevant to anyone. you are keeping it afloat with your adoration. this fic is just as much yours as it is mine. i may have written is but your passion enriched it and i am so thankful for that.
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gojonanami · 4 months
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hi all, thank you for all the very, very sweet comments, reblogs, and asks about prof geto :) <3
i'll be responding soon to them after lunch probably because i'm very touched by all of them and i'm trying to process since i have a hard time accepting praise (don't stop doing it, i do want it - i just get very flustered lol).
i'm already thinking about part two lol - and also about the professor gojo and nanami and hiromi fics i wanna write - this is gonna be a whole au at this point. but anyway - first 2k fics!! i'm making progress on the bodyguard! reader x rich boy! gojo fic :) hopefully will be out later next week :)
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hollymacycomic · 2 years
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Holly gets invited to a jam session for the first time! They aren't gonna get any of their homework done. 🎸
💿🎶 This art is available as a physical print at my online store! 💿🎶
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hotelbitches-a · 6 months
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hi friends so i was totally absent yesterday because i was having an awful, awful reaction to getting my flu shot rifp. my only focus was trying to not get sick all day so i couldn't do anything let alone write uihgreitj i feel MUCH better today but because i couldn't take my meds yesterday my birth control is making my life still difficult so not sure anything's going to really happen today either! lot of chilling out trying to recover and relax. best way to get anything from me today is writing or chatting with me on discord!
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phiixomath · 1 year
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02. movie
masterlist.
The movie is halfway through by the time Lance finishes with his shower and skincare routine. He slips into the viewing room, quietly as he can, toward his usual seat beside Keith on the couch. Keith's arm slung across the back, and it feels almost inviting with the way he's pushed against the arm of the couch, sitting relaxed with one knee drawn to his chest and the other folded under him, his intent gaze softened under the glimmer of the projection.
Lance slides in next to him. He sighs from the immediate warmth but Keith's so engrossed in the film it takes him a second before he glances to his side. When he does, his lips quirk in a smile. He undoubtedly sees the stretch of couch Lance has left untouched but shifts so Lance can lean into his chest. 
Lance has gotten almost expectant of their routine: Keith will wait for a moment where everyone else is present though occupied, perhaps even distantly aware of the pair's close proximity, before he'll gain the courage and initiate contact. Lance guessed he'd prefer being in one of their rooms, someplace no one besides Lance is there to see him at his most loving, but it's almost like he becomes shier when it's just the two of them.
They haven't told the others yet—partly because there's nothing to tell, and partly because... well, there's nothing to tell. They're still Lance and Keith, and, if Lance were to guess again, he'd wager most of the team can see the way they feel about each other. Or, at the least, the way Keith feels about him. The guy isn't nearly as subtle as he believes himself to be; Lance enters the room and Keith instantly brightens to the point it's a little funny how huge a confidence boost it is. They train together frequently enough to climb the leaderboard, always end up being the first or last in a room together, pair up for every mission, and sit next to each other at meals.
In fact, it was during a meal when Keith first reached out.
Everyone was eating, idly talking. Pidge brought up a function they'd discovered in the Altean technology they were messing about with. The team listened in fascination, and while Lance, too, paid attention, he also needed a way to expend excess energy and thus took great pleasure in poking and prodding Keith's hip under the table. Keith wasn't irritated, but Lance knew he was at least somewhat ticklish. He bit back a smile every time Keith shut his eyes to keep from bursting, swore he could hear the mental repetition of 'patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields focus' until he finally grabbed one of Lance's hands. Keith raised an eyebrow as if to challenge Lance from protesting, but all he could do was stare back wide-eyed.
The others snickered at Keith holding their hands somewhat awkwardly in mid-air, but the topic was quickly pivoted to the upcoming mission. Lance averted his gaze from Keith's, as well as the plethora of questioning and suggestive looks Hunk and Pidge threw their way, and Keith dropped their hands under the table, well out of the team's view.
They might've seen the resulting whirlwind of emotions play out on Lance's face, but what they didn't see was Keith slowly lacing their fingers together. Lance momentarily froze before he remembered Shiro was still talking and that he needed to, at the least, look like he was paying attention. 
They'd held hands before, during a mission or training session, pulling the other up when he fell, got injured, or when their hands brushed and Lance had to pretend it wasn't as monumental as it was and remain on task. In this case, listen to Coran relay the most important cultural norms of today's target planet, though all attempts to do so were thrown out the window the moment Lance feels Keith's hand adjust around his. Like he was consciously thinking about Lance. Like he meant for their hands to stay together. It might've been that he just didn't want to let go and risk Lance going back to poking him, but... that just didn't seem to be the message from the way Keith held him.
Biting his lip, Lance took a peek. 
Keith appeared much the same—far less affected than Lance was certain he himself looked—but, upon closer inspection, wore a soft smile. Lance stilled, uncaring whether the others would look their way again, until Keith looked back. His eyes met Lance's and his ears reddened, though his hand stayed in Lance's. Lance found himself grinning back, just in time to nod in agreement when Allura asked for their stance on the current plan of action. 
Later, after they reconvened in front of the hangars, Keith approached him again. 
"Hey."
"Hey," Lance responded, feeling his heart quicken as Keith moved closer. "We're all good, right? I'll get in with the help of your handprint, work my magic with the ambassador, while everyone dismantles the warship that's set to depart tomorrow." Keith nodded. He listened with his head tilted and it felt particularly disarming, except for when he glanced downward. Lance raised his eyebrows like Keith had when they regained eye contact, only this time clearly teasing. Keith suppressed a smile but looked down again and this time Lance followed. His expression was earnest when his hand twitched toward Lance's. 
Is that really what this is about? Lance thought, reaching forward.
He brushed Keith's fingers with his and, once again, felt the air rush from his lungs when Keith solidly clasped his hand. His expression turned to one of determination and Lance pursed his lips from how adorable it was. 
"What?" Keith asked, his voice mesmerisingly low. Lance shook his head, eyes darting around the hangar. The others didn't pay them any mind, they stood in various huddles a few feet away, but Lance felt positively exposed from his smile and the laugh threatening to spill from his lips. Keith was also starting to look amused. He chuckled when Lance swung their hands to try and distract from the heat climbing his neck. 
"Ready, everyone?" Despite everything, Lance half-expected Keith to snatch his hand away when Shiro turned to address them. Instead, he separated only after a squeeze, barely moving a foot further as Shiro re-briefed everyone. Lance felt unbelievably light.
His stomach swooped, much the same way it does now as he sinks against Keith's chest and shimmies so he’s cozily facing the screen. The residual tension from today's mission uncoils from his shoulders, no match for Keith's pleasant, furnace-like warmth seeping in from his chest and the arm he's crossed over Lance. 
Keith clears his throat and Lance looks up at him in question. Keith must assume he’s uncomfortable because he shifts again, this time bringing his leg out from under and moving it to Lance's side so, when Lance leans against him again, they're pressed even closer than before. Keith sucks in a sharp breath. Lance resists looking anywhere but straight ahead until he's confident his heart isn't racing.
“Are you okay?" He whispers. Keith hums. 
"I'm good." He brings his arm back around Lance and relaxes ever so slightly. "This is nice, but I have to say you're freezing." 
"Not everyone can be an oven of a human." 
"Oh, am I too hot? I can—" 
"No, no, no." Keith makes to get up but falls back when Lance doesn't budge. Lance blushes, grateful at least that the others are out of earshot. "Uh, you're good, just—" He cranes his neck, stuttering when his nose strokes the underside of Keith's jaw. 
"What?" 
"Do you wanna go to my room?" It surprises even Lance when he blurts it out. Keith blinks, his expression unreadable under the faint glow of the projection, but his eyes are focused on Lance's and it compels him to continue. "It's nothing bad! I just think we should talk, you know?" Keith slowly starts to nod. 
"Okay." 
"Yeah?" Lance sits up, eyes searching Keith where he can. 
"Yeah, let's go." He starts to smile. "You sure you don't want to finish the movie?"
"I've barely been watching." That prompts a laugh and Lance joins in, breathlessly. 
Lance gets up first, pulling at the edges of his shirt. He catches Hunk's eye and bites back a smile. His questioning frown quickly turns into an exaggerated gaping jaw when Keith stands up, too, and they scuttle out of the viewing room before he can ask any questions.
It's surreal, stepping out into the castle during its night shift, like leaving theatres back on Earth and feeling like something had shifted. The door gently whooshes closed behind them but they linger in the hallway. He's rooted to the floor when he turns around and sees Keith, his hair disheveled from the repeated rearrangements on the couch, his incisors peeking past his lip, eyes shimmering under the pulsing lights. Lance lets himself beam and takes a step toward him, unable to look away. 
Before Keith can do or say anything, he offers his hand. Keith chuckles and gladly takes it. 
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Hello, I jjust came across your blog, and I must say I appreciate your posts. It's the kind of thoughtful and respectful, yet honest criticism we need in these online spaces. With how polarised things often are, people are pressured to dogmatically believe in their side's ideas, so it's good to have this sort of good faith discourse. Have a nice day! :-)
I won't say I'm always perfectly in good faith. There are certain things I get way too heated about. But I do try my best.
I'm not a middle man by any means. But a lot of discourse is displayed like a fight rather than a conversation. You are either the winner or loser. Can't tell you how often it just ends up with someone giving the perfect one liner and acting like it's genuinely going to change someone's mind. In worse case scenarios it escalates to laughing at someone trying to tell you how they genuinely feel, or attack people and sending hate/threats.
None of that actually changes anyone's minds. None of it actually helps anyone. You might feel good for the rest of the day, but in the end, you're just spreading more hate. I'm not saying everyone has to always come from a place of understanding. Some topics just don't deserve middle ground. But if you can't understand WHY someone thinks the way they do, then you have no hope of actually getting them to listen to you in the first place.
I really do try to see how each side comes to their conclusions. Cuz it really does help me form opinions that people from all sides can at least partly agree with. Even if it's just a little, all we really need is some small form of understanding and things become a lot easier, calmer, and nicer.
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pasta-pardner · 1 year
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Butch and Sundance have shared quite a ride together. They're going down-- guns blazing and side-by-side.
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cecikiwi · 2 years
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Ko-Fi commissions!
Because I can't sit and draw for prolonged periods of time right now to open normal commissions I'll be opening doodle commissions on my Ko-Fi! For a donation of 7 USD (per character) leave a request and I'll draw you a doodle like this:
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If you want a doodle of your OC or if you want to send me any refs or info please send them in my DM!❣
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