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more outfit requests, ft some pretty fellas!
Anna Valerious Frank for @sheriffopossum, & sparkly dress Wally for @wheatlover <3
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nordsea-horizons · 7 months
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come visit the island on a rainy sunday afternoon☔️🌾
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cockworkangels · 8 months
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thank you for the idea to paint eileen @caught-a-dragonfly :)
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sea-buns · 3 months
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i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.
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prolibytherium · 2 months
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Funniest thing in the world is when someone like dissects the symbolism they perceive in something you made and you're like "Wow yeag I really did that. My twisted web of genius metaphors and subtleties" [INTERNAL] What teh fuck are they talking about!!!!!!
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2econd2ight2ydney · 13 days
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“oh you’re unlabeled and just like who you like? so you’re just pansexual” when did I fucking say I was pansexual
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good-beanswrites · 8 months
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Hello!! If you're still taking requests for that drabble game, might I request either Strength with Kotoko + Mikoto or Weak with Amane + Futa? It's fine if you aren't doing it anymore, of course
I've been in this fanbase since trial one and out of all the things I've read, your writing is probably amongst my favorite! (Even if I haven't finished going through it all yet...) I hope you have a splendid day! <3
!!!!! You are so kind waaahh this completely made my day, thank you ;---; I'm so glad you're enjoying omg ✨And thanks for these, they were really cool and fitting combos!! I tried to do a dual-perspective of Kotoko and Mikoto's pre-T2 fight, and I posted the one for Weak below.
Strength can manifest in a variety of ways, not just physically. Kotoko had a strong determination, for example. Mikoto had a powerful way with people. She showed solid self control and willpower. He held to strict deadlines and routines. She maintained a sharp intelligence. He upheld an unshakeable resolve.
Also, they were both ridiculously physically strong.
The pair came to this realization around the same time. They’d gotten a taste of the others’ power when clashing in the interrogation room, but it had begun suddenly and ended just as quickly. This time was different. They stood in the center of the panopticon, with the echoing space to themselves. As Kotoko swung a punch toward Mikoto, and he caught her against his forearms, they had a moment to gauge the other’s muscle. 
Kotoko stared into his eyes, which had a different sort of awareness to them now. He’s more coordinated, she thought, he must not be the same one I faced before. He’s leaning on the strength in his arms -- he’s not using his legs to their fullest potential. It doesn’t matter, given the raw force of his blows. Has he trained for fights, or just built his muscles in general? 
Mikoto stared into her eyes, returning her fiery gaze. Fuck, this lady’s strong.
She wound up again. He retaliated quickly. She shoved his back into the guard’s tower. He sidestepped her next attack. 
He didn’t really care why his fellow prisoner had come charging at him swinging, but she made sure he knew.
“The warden may not be able to administer punishments,” she said in between timed breaths, “so they entrusted me with that responsibility. This is justice, for the lives you’ve taken. You won’t be able to hurt anyone else.”
He broke into harsh laughter. “You’re one crazy motherfucker! You’re the only person hurting anyone.” He tried to grab her, but she slipped from his arms. His eyes narrowed, laughter dying away with unsettling speed. “But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you hurt me.”
Kotoko was struck by the way he said it. Her voice had shaken with the very same determination when putting herself between an innocent citizen and some creep. It was how she felt now, trying to keep his violent hands away from the other prisoners. There were children here, weak and scared. Es themself was just a child, and had already suffered his violence. She refused to let this villain cause any more pain. “I’m doing what needs to be done. You’re nothing but a murderous monster.” She swung her fist.
Mikoto caught her by the wrist, forcing her to look at the blood caked in her hand. He didn’t know whose it was, but it wasn't either of theirs. “You’re the fucking monster!” He shoved her backwards. “And I’m gonna kill you for it…!”
He didn’t know how she could think she was the hero in this whole situation. He was the one protecting someone else. 
Neither held back. Mikoto wheezed as her boots connected. Kotoko cringed as Mikoto landed a solid hit on her face. There was some shouting from the hallway. Their resolves hardened. Mikoto wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten him. Kotoko wasn’t going to let him threaten anyone else. They were strong, they reminded themselves. They had to end this now.
The two charged at one another. A moment before they were set to collide, they both cried out in pain. Blinding white light flooded the dark panopticon. They clutched their eyes, stumbling away from one another. A figure shoved through, planting himself between them.
“Stop this, both of you!” It was Kazui.
“Get outta my way,” Mikoto growled.
“This is not your concern,” Kotoko said, blinking in the light. 
The spotlight in the guard’s tower had been switched on, pointed directly at them. Kazui remained in place. “That’s enough. Look at yourselves, for god’s sake!”
Under the harsh light, they now saw the sort of state they were in. Mikoto’s uniform had torn in new places, blood seeping through. He could taste some in his mouth, too. Kotoko’s face was cut. Her leg ached. They stood covered in bruises, panting. 
“Go back to your cells,” Kazui commanded. “We’ll sort this out in the morning.”
Kotoko squared her shoulders. “There’s nothing to sort out. He’s a murderer. I won’t lose to him.”
“This bitch tried to kill me. I’m not letting her get away with it.”
“I don’t care.” Kazui said simply. “Call it a draw. You’ll both tear yourselves apart if you keep going.”
They continued staring at one another as if their gaze alone could take them to the ground, but neither moved to fight. 
Mikoto felt a pang of guilt. Lost in adrenaline, he didn’t realize how banged up he was. He thought of how much pain he’d experience in the upcoming days. The whole point was to save himself from harm. 
Kotoko cursed Kazui for interrupting her. As one of the forgiven, he was supposed to be on her side. Even if he wasn’t honorable enough to see her as an ally, she’d have to be the bigger person. She wouldn’t threaten him. 
Neither was happy about conceding, but couldn't think of a better option given their end goals.
Kazui remained between them as they stalked off to their respective cells.
“A temporary draw,” Kotoko muttered to Mikoto. She flashed a grin that felt more like an animal baring its teeth.
He returned the smile. “You won't be so lucky next time.”
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thirteenemeraldcats · 23 days
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I come bearing random fic asks! 1) tell us about your current wip(s)! 2) what's your writing process like? 3) I think you mentioned you have a background in psychology — how much does that influence your writing?
Hello my beautiful friend!!
Thank you so much for sending me these! I have been sitting on this for days because I wanted to banish 'thought that i was young' from my WIPs before answering lol
1.) Now that THAT'S published (and taken most of my WIP wordcount with it *sad violin noises*) there's 3 fics I'm actively poking at, the chunkiest is a Sam-and-Jamie-BFFS-agenda-6-conversations-they-might-have-had-and-one-they-definitely-didn't which I'm pretty sure I've posted a snip of SOMEWHERE before whoops. The working title was too long for me to cope with, to the extent that it managed to override my inability to make my mind up about anything, and is now called 'i said, maybe' - a line I've gleefully pinched from Wonderwall by Oasis! I like it for this fic because *gestures at working title* BUT ALSO Wonderwall is the song Sam sings at karaoke in 1x07 'Make Rebecca Great Again' and the Manchester connection tickles me greatly!
There's a non-angsty, short-ish (I'm honestly shocked) fic that fell out of my brain nearly fully formed a couple of weeks ago (because almost everyone I knew was either talking about or having birthdays) which ALSO has a title 'because he had no say in it (no say in it at all)', which is almost definitely going to be posted next (and hopefully a LOT sooner than the time-space between 'i learned to walk while he was away' and 'thought that i was young').
The only other thing I'm actively poking at right now is in the outline stage, it is also short-ish (please PLEASE stay that way) but is back to the angst-fest that is apparently all my brain wants to spit out. It's Jamie-centric. It involves a cat :)
2.) Honestly at this point my writing process is best described as:
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(My actual answer about my writing process is that I love planning. Very much. Stretching the dough into spaghetti is where the problem lies 🫠)
3.) I do indeed have a background in Psychology! Like any undiagnosed-in-denial-17-year-old-DUMBASS, I studied Psych right out of high school due to a combined and truly harebrained motivation of 'what IS going on up there' and 'wow I love systematically studying, analysing and mimicking human behaviour [no underlying NOTHING going on up there no siree]' and wound up with a four year degree. NOW, my background is purely theoretical, I have never been registered as/worked as a Psychologist, so I'm not violating any ethical codes by using my knowledge for evil applying my Psych training to fictional stories/characters. Because the answer to 'how much does that influence your writing' is. SO MUCH. Not necessarily intentionally, there's only one fic in the extended-mountainous-WIP-pile that's explicit about Psych stuff (I'm giving Dani Seasonal Affective Disorder whoops), but psychology is one of those fields that once you're trained in it you can't really ever un-know it. Unfortunately for me, and everyone that I meet, there's forever a predisposing/precipitating/perpetuating/protective biopsychosocial model being drawn up in my head whenever someone exhibits any kind of behaviour my forebrain finds moderately interesting. (This doesn't happen with online friends DON'T WORRY [in truth it's only because I can't physically see you all- I AM SO SORRY- I am not in control of this]).
Honestly, I think a big part of it is just that my particular brand of pattern-recognition-AuDHD has been granted auto-inserted citations and gone mad with power.
Take Jamie, beloved stress ball that he is, he has so much psycho-analysis potential that I'm forever torn between wanting to write a dissertation on the various comorbidities that could be floating around in that guy's head, having a Watsonian v Doylist argument with myself about ~artistic intentions~, having to suspend disbelief for the sake of storytelling because I've been cursed with knowledge (gleefully and enthusiastically sought out and paid for knowledge) and just wanting to enjoy the story/character as they're presented/as I'm writing it.
Applying actual Psychology to fictional characters is like trying to tie a balloon to a moving rollercoaster, for the simple fact that they're not real; their actions and motivations and reactions are scripted and rehearsed and performed.
I'm doing it anyway :)
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batwynn · 2 years
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People who's body this doesn't belong to STFU challenge. 👍
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narwhalandchill · 1 month
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4.6 new namecard leaks (im very normal rn)
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH IM GONNA DIE IM SO FUCKINF HAPPY IM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU DONT EVEN GET IT OH MY GODDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MY BELOVED . FINALLY 😭😭😭
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punch-love · 2 months
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♻️, 🤔,🧭, and ❤️ for the ask game!
♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
The first draft I had for chapter eight of spirit box was an immediate continuation after seven where Loki watches Mobius take off the boards off all the windows, and they snip at each other for the rest of the chapter. I scrapped it because it felt too similar to the previous chapter, and also I realized I was getting too in my head about not doing time skips because I felt like I had to over-explain the transitions. Once I realized Loki would have disappeared the moment Mobius got one over him and I could just start the next chapter further along in the future, I deleted everything I wrote and started over.
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
I have a pretty fully fleshed cowboy AU hanging around in the back of my head. I know the type of world it's going to be set in and the narrative roles that they both play and the magic system the world uses. I also know where I think I want it to end and pretty much all the functioning parts required to write it. I just don't know where I want to begin it, exactly. It'll be a Loki POV work to contrast SB being a Mobius POV (I love dual POVs but I thought it would be fun/refreshing to be able to switch between the two without actually committing to switching between two within one story) and I think I want to start it with a bank robbery but nothing I've written works for my vision. I'm excited to get it on the road, though. I really like how it looks inside my head.
🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
I don't think I have alternate titles once I settle on something, it's pretty settled. I did just name one wip 'white rabbit' because someone referenced it as a symbolic role for mobius on a mood board and I really liked that.
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Hello!! I think the action thing is quite cool and your art is really beautiful. If you feel inspired for it could I suggest letter C or I with Freed (maybe in the demon form, or maybe not)? 🤗
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This was my first time drawing Demon-Freed and I had way too much fun messing with the design.
(Action Pose Challenge)
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boxwinebaddie · 3 months
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i made ravenstan on picrew hehe
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OHHHHH MY GOD I'M OBSESSED!!!!!!!!!
the EYE BEAUTY MARK HELLLLOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU GENIUS!!!! ok the tiny braid is so cute i love my life the bi boy PEACE SIGN!!!! also okay the nECK TATTOO???????? I AM HAVING MANY THOTS ABT IT!
like...thats...very interestin...management only put a ravenstan ban on piercings...Tattoos however...very interesting indeed.
-uncle nina, thinking many thots abt neck tattoo ravenstan
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dmagedgoods · 1 year
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Violet for Sal for the flower meaning prompts? 💜
19. violet - i will watch over you ~ Funeral Flowers – Part III (to Part I) (to Part II) “Wait.” He reached out for Daeran’s wrist. The touch and the quiet urgency he spoke with made him stop in his steps. His face was impossible to read when he turned around to him, but he noticed something sharp in his gaze, a silent threat to let it be. He released him but didn’t waver in his intention. “Follow me.” Near the entrance to the banquet hall, another door led to an empty lounge. Salvadore closed it behind them the moment they had entered. “During my dear cousin’s funeral? I’m appalled.” The amused smirk on Daeran’s face didn’t reach his eyes. “But not enough to let the opportunity slide.” He stepped closer, reaching out for his collar. “Daeran …” With a pained expression, he took his hand and brought it to his lips in a soft kiss to interrupt him in his attempt. He didn’t withdraw from the touch, but now a flicker of rage appeared on his features. “What is it that you want? A sappy, sentimental outbreak? Some sort of confession?” His eyes grew colder and a cruel little smile played across his lips. “Absolution?” Salvadore flinched almost visibly and he let go of his hand. “I was right, wasn’t I? You feel I should have been able to save her, should have made different decisions in Iz, that I took the opportunity or even had planned to …” “No,” Daeran interrupted him. “That is what you tell yourself, your feelings about it. Not mine. She knew what she was doing. What she was risking. – Self-complacent and stubborn in her haughty beliefs to the very last moment.” His hands clenched into fists. “It’s quite a fitting and predictable outcome that it eventually got her killed in a last heroic attempt to save the world.” He tried to sound indifferent, but anger and agony lay clearly within his words. “You know, when I was younger …, merely a boy, and she … She seemed to care about … Oh by all creatures in hell, we had some true moments of closeness, of trust and intimacy. I know what you’re thinking, but not like this, no. She just … she seemed as lonely as …” me. He didn’t finish the sentence. “But of course, she got captivated by her duties, and who needs to live a life when you can become an untouchable idol and try to impress some unapproachable goddess somewhere in Heaven. No one truly was … you know” Daeran gestured vaguely and Salvadore recognized the tears in his bright eyes, tears he obviously attempted to fight. “No one truly was important to her; she only used this shining image to stroke her own ego. Gods, just listen to me. You wanted pathetic whining, here you have it. Are you satisfied now or would you pre…” Salvadore pulled him close, gently, but with firm determination, and, to his relief, Daeran just allowed it to happen. There was not a hint of the resistance his barbed words had made him assume he’d show when he closed his arms and wings around his body. “And why would I complain?” he continued, “She probably is at her beloved goddess side right now. If she can hear what I am saying, I swear I’ll make you pay for getting me to speak it out loud.” Salvadore stroked his hair, his throat tight, his eyes filled with tears as well. “I wish things would have developed differently. I wish there was still time.” Despite his guilt and doubts, he meant those words with all genuine sincerity, his chest heavy with grief. “You know, despite it all … I’m sure she cared.” “What meaning does it have?” Daeran’s voice sounded empty now. “She’s gone.” He was holding him more tightly while a feeling of helplessness overtook him. But Daeran didn’t expect an answer – what words could there be – instead, he let his forehead rest against his shoulder. “And what about you …? Will you disappear as well? In some last act of glorious heroism?” Salvadore’s eyes widened. He increased the distance just enough to cup Daeran’s jaw to force him to look at him. Gods, he had lost so many. – For years every person close to him and even those who only had dared to try and get there. A sharp pain shot through his veins at the thought. “I won’t go anywhere,” he promised. “You are not alone anymore. There is nothing I want more than to be at your side, to live with you, to protect you. I’ll be right here as long as you want me to stay. Forever if that’s your wish as well.” Daeran turned his head lightly to close his eyes and press his face against his hand in a silent answer. When he looked at him again, a slight smirk was back on his lips and he seemed more composed again. “You better keep your word or you’ll regret it.” Salvadore leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. “I always keep what I promise.” The hint of relief in Daeran’s eyes told him that he believed him. “Although I don’t need protection, you know.” He gave a theatric sigh and two of his fingers ran through the feathers of his wings. “But I guess that’s what you get for falling in love with your guardian angel.”
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villainsidestep · 27 days
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fawniel thoughts hour….
#gideon shut the hell up challenge#u can tell we are trying so hard to write smth bc we keep thinking up situations. but anyway#them just laying together asking a bunch of 20 questions type things#(he asks their favorite color and they laugh bc shouldn’t their ~number one fan~ know that already? and he gets embarrassed#and is like I MEAN I /DID/…. but that info is old !!! and I want to hear it from u ☺️)#(fawn says blue and he’s like 👀 oh really… any favorite shade…. and they’re like hm!! 😌 guess u will never know)#but danny asks if they have any siblings….. he knows they said they were part of a batch? but he doesn’t know how….#(​‘tank babies?’ fawn suggests bc he’s trying to come up w a nicer way to say it but can’t and he does an embarrassed little laugh bc yeah)#fawn who has only ever lied to the rangers abt it (they grew up on a farm and had a large family sure but ‘no one worth mentioning’?)#(not ashamed of their siblings but scared to talk abt them. to show any sort of weakness. ric would have pried; he always does.)#and yet. sitting here w him now. not sidestep (either one) and herald. just fawn and danny. they tell him#and it’s hard to explain how you can know someone without ever Knowing them. how u can have names when all u have are pictures and feelings#but they manage. and when they’re done danny says that he’s sorry for their loss. the first time they’re ever heard it.#probs the first time they’ve ever genuinely Acknowledged it since they were recycled. and fawn says yeah. says thank you. says I’m sorry.#oh u thought we were done w siblings ?? sike . ocean and sunny u will always be canon 2 me
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what sport did you like the best in wii sports?
!!! BOWLING BABEY !!!
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