#(i can't draw side profiles save me from myself)

[cowboyskeletons]

"i'm sorry."

[arnaerr]

2024 summary

Each year, I want to write some kind of summary, but each year, I get too overwhelmed with the holidays season to do so. This time, I came prepared, so I wrote this text a bit earlier bc I knew that by now I will be a sleepy shrimp.

2024 was one of the toughest years for me, if not the hardest one so far. Dealing with the lay-off and long term unemployment took a hard toll on me and my mental health, but I'm still here despite it all, and I'm still creating. Really happy that I finally managed to find a job and can finally rest from grinding portfolio work and fighting for my life. Somehow this year turned out to be the most productive too. Something-something, strong emotions (even negative ones) are the best fuel for the inspiration.

This year, I focused more on my brushwork so I can bring my ideas to reality faster and avoid hurting my hand more - and I'm quite satisfied with the results, my hand's pain is almost inexistent at this point. Dance classes, crochet, and playing Elden Ring with the controller also helped to gently strengthen my hands so they are better at handling painting for a longer time now. I also tried to make my works more complex and thought through in general, focused more on the storytelling aspect and more interesting composition decisions. Really liked playing around with this stuff and can't wait to experiment even more. For a long time, I thought that my art has value only if it's being realistic and generic in terms of the game industry style. It took me a long time to acknowledge and accept this, as well as the fact how my painting style is a reflection of myself; I'm quite timid and shy in nature, and it also applied to my painting approach, I was always afraid to do bold brushstrokes, going wild with colours, showing my feelings through my art, expressing myself openly. And I feel like this year, I learned to be not afraid of who I am, not to try to hide my impressionistic approach to the painting behind smooth and "proper" brushwork. I'm not trying to fit into the standard anymore; sure, it would make my life easier in terms of finding an art job quicker and being more popular on social media if I had a more generic art style. But it feels so much better to allow myself to be who I am.

Elden Ring obsession was like the breath of the fresh air. For the several times this year, I was so, so close to having a severe art block, to losing myself in commissions & portfolio work, to losing the wonder the act of creation gives me. Elden Ring made me feel very inspired, gave me the courage to try to draw many things I was afraid to draw before; I really enjoy being a part of this fan community, and I've met so many wonderful and talented people throughout last months that it constantly fuels my inspiration; artists, writers, cosplayers, lore enthusiasts. In the last couple of years, I approach my social media profiles like a personal blog of sorts, not focusing on the painting only. And I really enjoyed sharing different sides of my hobbies with you, writing mini essays with the game analysis, and discussing it all in comments in DMs.

I couldn't survive this year without your support, and I'm forever grateful. Every like, reshare, and comment brightens my day. Special thanks to the people who bought my prints, donated, or joined my Patreon - you literally saved me. The fact that I had to rely on social media as the main source of income for so long did some damage to the ways how I view my own art, sometimes I feel too sensitive about numbers and algorithms and start to view my art as a content that has to be popular - I'm slowly but surely try to go away from this and to reconnect with my art once again; I want my art to be even more personal and detached from the popular needs; I need to get weirder.

Sometimes it feels surreal that so many people are interested in me and what I do.

Hoping for gentler times in 2025. Thank you

[foileadeux]

CURIOUS- What is your process when making your animatics? And what do you use your individual programs for most? (Ei: csp for art and moment / vegas for effects or somn)

Also, I recently got csp ex for animatic/animation stuff myself- You have any tips for how to make big projects alike yer animatics/tions ?

SO. umm. if im being good and professional i'll do the smart thing and do thumbnails for my animatics to outline the gist of what i want. but uhh if im being honest i only did that for lavender town of which you can watch the wip of here! (for some reason i also animated a little bit within these thumbnails which you shouldnt really do but whatever)

but for the rest of my animatics ive thumbnailed in my brain which is very bad and i advise against it. bc i can remember a few times in toba the tura, my heart still beats and mama where im just sitting there like. uhh. what next HAHA so its just good to draw out smthn beforehand or plan ahead even if its messy!!! my only saving grace is how fast i am at drawing so im able to make up for this LMAOO dont be like me for each of my animatics i make one Big csp file (and a backup) which stores all the frames for that animatic (its usually just titled "a" or smthn i am very uncreative) these bitches get huge. So many layers. theres around 600 layers for lavender town alone. if i were smarter id split these files up so it didnt take ages to load and save but alas i am not. But this is where i do my frame by frame animation basically, i just lower the opacity of a frame and draw over it (onion skinning is the term for this iirc), usually i draw key frames of movement and then just inbetween them so they look a little smoother (e.g: a head turning to the side, id draw the back and then the side profile, and then draw the inbetweens of that motion) , im fond of the choppy lower fps look so thats what i go for! i definitely do not set out for super ultra smooth animation or id be collapsed on the floor rn i think as for editing with sony vegas pro, i import all the frames from csp and use "track motion" and "pan/crop" to tween stuff! (like... make it go from left to right, move the camera around yknow) which is a huge crutch for me Especially in toba the tura, i did very little frame by frame animation for that one LMAOO (not shitting on tweening u can do some really fuckin fun shit with it, like that shot of pk stabbing the lance sentry in toba the tura) i do overall prefer the look of frame by frame but i use a hybrid of the two!! theyre both super cool, complicated and fun in their own ways tbh.

heres some extra stuff, the fucked up looking timeline of my mama animatic and a look at some of the raw frames (hair lego pieces)

funniest part of my Animation process is wanting the hair and body to be paced differently so i have to slot the hair in like its a fuckin lego piece on a different layer. this truly was the hell of the mama animatic. theres also just an entire layer dedicated to mouths for lip syncing. very funny anyways thats about it, i hope this has been enlightening!! if you have any like super specific specific questions feel free to dm me! i dont have too much experience animating using an art program's animation features specifically tho, so i can't speak to those! i compile and pace all the frames on a timeline in sony vegas pro basically so csp is just for drawing each frame out for me!

[purpleglitch]

I ramble for too long about my art (The post)

(Drawings here)

Thanks again to Nunki and Nov so much for pulling me out of art block 😭💕 I had so much fun drawing all of this and experimenting with poses and colors, etc. that I wouldn't have tried before this!! i'm so sorry this took like 2 months to finish there was lots of stuff going on but I finally finished it and i'm very happy how it all turned out. I made this post just to go through my thought process LMAO

DAY 1: Early SMP Days

This one was inspired by the "he asked for no pickles" meme and how in an early dsmp stream c!dream (in full enchanted netherite armor) asks c!george (half iron/diamond armor) to protect him with a crossbow while they go to l'manburg

At first this one was gonna be a quick drawing but then i got too invested into drawing the armor that it got out of hand and suddenly i had spent 2 days on that 💀

Also all the other drawings were gonna be like this one, a bit simple than what i usually do, but i got too invested x2 and ended up rendering(?) more the rest of drawings

C!dream is c!george's baby, like the cc's dynamic 👍

DAY 2: Objects of Affection

THE SHIELD DEMONS GOT ME 👹👹👹👹 also c!gnf keeps the mask even though it's a bit broken :3

C!gnf is a bit dirty because he doesn't shower, also he sleeps on the grass sometimes, he doesn't get sunburnt because XD protects him from that, also c!sapnap is the one that finds him like that and brings him back to kinoko

I think this is the drawing with most layers only because it was for setting the lighting

This one set the bar of how many details can i put on the next drawings haha got too silly and flew too close to the sun

DAY 3: Worship/Devotion

Inspired by religious imagery in renaissance paintings, they're very pretty and detailed and ohgggg i thought that aesthetic fit XDNF's dynamic ^_^

When I finished the drawing i added a canvas texture so it looked like the mentioned paintings' texture

The pose was so complicated but thankfully i hid all the weird anatomy under capes and hair(?) 🤭 and I have a mirror right next to my computer so i used myself as reference for the hands

The halo around c!gnf's head could be a reference to the headcanon of georgeeeHD existing and being another dsmp deity or also hinting at george's "destroying the smp" stream and how powerful and crazy insane he is!!! also the reflection of XD's halos on his eyes, they worship each other i think, xdnf makes my tummy hurt /pos

DAY 4: Visions/Dreams

Inspired by my weirdcore demons :3 i love that aesthetic so much

I did the error pop up on this custom generator!!

Saved a lot of time by making c!dream faceless since it would be covered by the pop up anyway, but it can also be symbolism for c!gnf not remembering his face or something crazy

I again used myself as reference for the hands i'm so cool and epic

Also I used a tutorial on how to make the vhs effect/chromatic aberration on paint tool sai and added grainy texture on the background for more spice :3

DAY 5: Reunion/Post-Nuke

I reused an old sketch of c!dnf side profile for this one, hashtag work smart not hard 😎 except i polished it and changed some stuff and now it looks way better than the old version

The concept was happy reunion, they're happy to see each other!! c!dnf good ending, i say in tears.

c!gnf touching the c!dritties :3 jk he's feeling his heartbeat, he can't believe he's real!!!

I had so much fun drawing the blood on the bandages and c!dream's scars, please zoom and admire them, it took so long,,,,

DAY 6: Roleswap

My demons..... my beloved rs au..... the posts i made some while ago were based on this drawing, i have a tag on my blog now for that au

RS!dnf wear matching chains!! also the concept for this drawing was that someone interrupted their make out session :3

Symbolism moment!! I like to draw characters with nail polish of the color it represents them, in this case green for dream and blue for george, but for this au, their colors are swapped: green for george and blue for dream, it symbolizes how their roles (king/knight) on that story are different and don't match with the canon. storywise, they're so in love they wanted to keep each other on themselves somehow so they exchanged nail polish colors

DAY 7: CC Roleplay/Cosplay

Sisyphus would be proud of me (<- almost gave up before drawing this), unironically i got demotivated when i finished day 6 so i took a break and then i went insane with this one

The concept was c!dnfies wearing cc!dnf outfits, dream specifically has so many outfit options but I ended up choosing the famous "dteam in madrid" outfit plus a cat beanie, and I couldn't find a fortnite jesus poster for george's shirt so i just found a silly cat pic and yeah ^_^

Thank you random twt user for the idea 👍

And that's it! I probably forgot to say some stuff more but i started to get anxious this post would be too long. Again thank you so much guys for being supportive over the wips i showed you and also being insane about c!dnf too 😭 <3

[istherewifiinhell]

look at the baby turtles boy

i guess techincal warning for kids (of the mutant ninja turtle variety) in dangerous situations... they're all fine i prommy

I restrained myself from qualifying every expression with "like how children do" but I can't not see it. Its a very good likeness of the way kids put like 110 percent into every expression...

[All flashback shots from 2003, in sepia tones but for their coloured bandanas, worn as full hoods instead of eyemasks. The young turtles are very short and stocky with thick limbs, and have large visible pupils/irises.]

No alt text but image descriptions after each group of photos.

[ID: 1. Donnie scowling, shoving a RC remote at Leo, who looks concerned. 2. Donnie running along a sewer river with a broken off branch in his hands. 3. Leo looking over the edge of a drop, worried. His pupils have been draw very big.

END ID]

Last one is scrunkly to me...

[ID: 1. Leo crawling up through shallow water, he's dragging Donnie by one arm. Both their faces are scrunched up, eyes closed. 2. Both of them flopped on their backs in the shallow water. Donnie's looking up and Leo's glaring at Donnie.

END ID]

When u save ur brother from drowning and he immediately says something to piss u off.

[ID: Sillouhetes of Leo and Mikey, Leo in a on footed fighting pose, arms up, Mikey leaning over to look at him, wearing headphones and holding a walkman. 2. Seeing Leo posed the same, from behind, Mikey is staring curiously at him, twisting his whole body so his head is sideways.

END ID]

Those good fucking shapes tho... and sweet boy Mikey in the second. I think that would be "looking at him upside down" if it weren't for the inflexible spine...

ID: Mikey snarling, teeth grit on one side, emphasize the slight snout of his mouth. END ID

^ beloved... also youngest sibling choosing violence moments

[ID: 1. Mikey's mouth open comically wide head tipped backed to catch some food. 2. Mikey, cheeks full of food, closed eyes and mouth with a wide smile.

END ID]

Not pictured? Its onion. Horrible child. I love him.

[ID: 1. Profiles of Leo and Mikey, extremely smug Mikey, brow ridge raises, eyes squining wide smile. Leo frowning severely. 2. Head on, Mikey, wiggling brow ridges, wide smile. 3. Leo looking angry, holding Mikey's nuchaku, pinning him to the floor. Mikey still smiling widely.

END ID]

Literally just wanted the attention, happy to get it any means necessary. No thoughts head EMPTY. Etc.

[ID: 1. Leo hands on hips from behind, Raph speaking, gesturing with his hands up. 2 & 3. Shots of each of the boys sewer surfing on planks of wood. Leo serious and we see his shell. Raph is smiling and we see his front.

END ID]

Picture tiny child thick accent "mastuh splintah". Also the shape of their friggen heads...

[ID: 1. Raph, small in frame teetering over the edge of where the water flow meets a larger basin. 2. Scratching his head, frowning in thought.

END ID]

He's only little... he's only small.

[ID: 1. Leo leaning back, arms crossed, with a sort of preachy look. On the wall next to him the shadow of Raph tusseling with a large animal. 2. Leo looking up backing away from something, looking scared.

END ID]

"Raph is fighting a creature??" this isn't about him.

[ID: 1. Raph kneeling in the water, one arm supporting himself, the other rubbing his head, pained expression. 2. Leo sat on the neck on an unconscious alligator 3. Leo and Raph grasping hands next to the downed aligator. 4. Raph scratching his head with a more contemplative expersion.

END ID]

He's fine see. They're ninja babies. Brothers moments.

Leo scared of heights comp....

[ID: 1. Leo looking nervously at a ladder, one finger to his chin. 2. Climbing the ladder and looking down, scared. 3. Pressing his back into a wall as he sits in a high opening in a wall. 4. Eyes closed as he clings, koala like, to a pipe.

END ID]

My boy.... my baby boy.

And Bonus Splinter:

ID: Splinter and Leo on a pipe over a drop. Leo is about half the size of Splinter. Splinter has hands on a rope grappled off screen. 1. Picking up Leo by his shell with one hand. 2. Leo on Splinter's back, arms around his shoulders, legs around his middle. Splinter is about to swing on the rope.

END ID]

Pick up baby. Carry Baby...

Also the caps in that order makes it look like a "Dad saves in peril son" but its actually a "Dad constructs a situation where son has to save him to get over his fear but there was safety back up rope" take that as u will. (No okay there was also a whole middle step of martial arts balance and blind fold training at increasing heights so like... credit where due on the controlled risk factor)

[starlight-starwrites]

Dave being hired to be a bodyguard for a high profile diplomat and she has a huge crush but can't risk it. And so they have to have a secret affair 😁

In the Future

note: we’ve got ourselves a spicy kiss, fellas. an unexpected 2.3k.

“Dave, please, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Then when can you? Because you’ve been avoiding me all day.”

You have to laugh. “Avoiding you? You have been with me the entire freaking day. I have been busy. You think I can just disappear for a while? I have a job to do, and so do you, so do it.”

You try to walk past him, wishing you could just disappear from everyone if just for a moment, but he catches your arm.

“Hey,” his voice is softer now, his attempt at calming you down, pleading with you for your attention like he always does. It works. Every time, unfortunately, and you’re reminded again at why exactly he’s been clinging a little tighter to you today.

You don’t want to think about it now. But it’s the last day you’ll be here in Belgium. You’ve met with the representatives already, finished sending emails that may just go ignored to administrators within the European Union. Your bags have been packed, your private flight back to DC is scheduled to be on time. All that’s left is to actually get to the airport and...part ways with your security detail.

You look up and finally meet his eyes. You can see the hint of sadness, the look of concern, but he’s being stern with you. The same way he was stern when you met, when he probably saved your life. The same stern look he gave you when he told you that you were more than just an entertaining fling, that you were not just some fantasy to act out.

It’s annoying really, how you listen to him so easily. You hadn’t been sure if it was just a fantasy for you, to fall in love with your bodyguard. It may have started that way, but you know its more than that now. Even still, your time here is up, and you promised Dave a conversation.

You glance both ways down the hall before you tug on his arm. “In here,” you say, pulling him into an unlocked maintenance closet. It’s big enough for the two of you to stand without touching each other, giving you enough space to breathe easier.

His brown eyes look you up and down, his forehead creasing. In the closed room, he doesn’t feel the need to hide sorrow in his gaze.

“Last night you said we’d talk.”

“I know.”

“Your flight is in three hours.”

You look away from him, stare at the door instead. “I know.”

He looks to the side too, putting his hands in his pockets and glancing over the shelving unit in the back. “If you want to end this here then just tell me--”

“Dave, no. Stop. That’s not why I’m...” You don’t know what you’re doing. It had started as nothing more than heat of the moment, giving into a mutual attraction and maybe a childish infatuation on your part. It’s been three weeks now here with him, not even a month, but day in, day out he’s been at your side. Every morning, every meeting, every meal. And then every night.

You didn’t want to think how it would end. But here the two of you stand, moments away from when you’ll separate with no idea when you may see him again.

“You said you would be staying here right? What am I supposed to do?” You ask it quietly, almost a whisper. Anyone could hear from outside the door you think, even if the real reason you can’t speak up is standing in front of you, refusing to look at you.

Without him staring you down, you take the chance to really look at him. His hair is neatly combed, the black suit and tie fitting him well, even if at this angle you can see the outline of his gun. His shoulders are tense, and you watch the pout of his lips when he looks down at his shoes.

“You told me you loved me.” He speaks just as quietly as you. Your heart drops at the statement.

It’s true, you had said it. But standing here now with him, you can’t tell if you regret it. He never responded when you blurted it out, still lying in bed. He had kissed your head softly, but that was it. No return of the sentiment, no discussion. You had hoped after that maybe it would just be forgotten, that you could move past it to save yourself from any embarrassment. It seems that at the end of things, you would have no such luck.

“I did,” you respond. Your throat constricts. “I shouldn’t have said it. I wasn’t thinking--”

“Did you mean it?” It’s his turn to interrupt you. He looks up at you finally, and you don’t know what he’s thinking. He wants to know. His eyes dart between yours, searching for the truth, and as scared as you are, there’s something in them that puts you at ease enough to answer.

“Yes. I did mean it.” You leave it at that. It’s the honest answer, and maybe you are foolish for falling so quickly, but what would life be if you didn’t love easily? It’s better than not loving at all. Either he feels the same, or he doesn’t. And that will be that.

He lets out a sigh at your words, whether one of disappointment or relief you don’t know. He pulls his hands from his pockets as though he’s going to reach for you before they fall back down. You don’t know how to say goodbye to him. It’s an uncomfortable situation. He still has to drive you to your flight. See you off in front of everyone.

You step forward and try to speak. “Dave...” your voice is barely even a whisper.

Before you can say anything more, he’s moving in to meet you, large hands grasping your shoulders and holding you chest to chest with him. Your hands unclasped to settle at his waist as you look at him.

His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words to answer you, and you prepare yourself to be disappointed.

“I can’t say it back to you.”

Being prepared doesn’t make it any better. You duck your head so you don’t have to look at him, so he doesn’t have to see the heartbreak on your face, but he ducks his head down to follow your gaze.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” You look at up him briefly, allowing him to say his peace even if you hate what is running through your mind right now. “I’m not ready to say it back to you, but I want to be able to.” His hand comes to tilt your head up so he can look you in the eye. “In the future. But I need to know you want that too.”

You tell the man you love him, that you mean it, and he still needs to know you want to see him again?

“Dave, I would put you on that plane myself if I could. You have to know that.” You take his hand from your face and hold it between you. “I know you have an assignment, I can’t interfere with that.”

“Then tell me you’ll wait for me.”

You laugh at that. Wait for him? Suddenly you feel like two teenagers, so out of control of your futures. The fact you both are hiding in a closet isn’t lost on you.

With a squeeze of his hand, you answer him. “Yeah, alright, I can--”

He leans forward to capture your lips with his. His hand moves from your shoulder to drift down the expanse of your back, and your eyes close as you melt into his body. You release his hand to reach for his hair, fingers curling to tug at the short strands. His mouth opens over yours as he pants at the action, and you take the opportunity to slip in your tongue.

You can feel his smile at the action, and his hands come to grab right under your ass, making you lift up in surprise. You gasp as he starts pushing you backwards, his mouth still moving desperately against yours. He guides you back, and you cling to him, holding your body flush to his. He doesn’t stop the kiss for anything, not when you almost stumble back, or when your hand flails out to grasp at anything, or when your movements knock over broom to bang against the door.

He finally gets you against the wall, trapping you with his body and greedily taking control of the kiss. His tongue traces your bottom lip before diving into your mouth, making you moan and push yourself into him. One of his hands slips under your pencil skirt, grabbing the bare flesh of your thigh and slowly creeping upwards.

You sigh at the sensation, breaking away for a breath to bump his nose with yours. His eyes never open as you blink slowly, and then he’s going for your mouth again, pressing his lips to yours fiercely before pulling away to do it again. His other hand palms your breast over your shirt before coming up to cup your jaw, guiding your movements as you kiss him. His lips slow against yours, coaxing your lips open and his tongue darts in briefly before he tilts his head and pulls one of your lips with his.

“Dav--”

He covers your mouth with his to silence you. He moves against you languidly, drawing out each drag and pull of your lips. You try to memorize the feel of his plush lips on yours, the taste of him. It’s a gentle kiss, and it breaks only for him to come back to press against your lips again. And again. The hand under your skirt holds your thigh, his thumb brushing over the juncture of your hip and thigh. It feels good, distracting, but you want to enjoy it. He pulls back for a moment, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

Whatever you were going to say you don���t remember, and you already miss the taste of him. He must feel the same, and his head dips again to kiss you. Your hands cradle his head, hold him close, your thumbs stroking his cheek bone. This kiss is much different than the passion of the first, or the careful affection of the second. This one he just holds you close, taking in the feel of your body fitting to his, the touch of your fingers, the taste of your lips, the beat of your heart.

You try to forget that you’re leaving him. That even with a promise, maybe you won’t see him again. You try to hold on to what he asked of you. Hold on to the fact that he wanted a moment ‘in the future.’ You try to tame the love in your heart into something that cherishes this moment with him, that wishes him well and prays that he will be safe. You don’t want to leave with thoughts controlled by greed, wishing he was with you.

It’s not a goodbye you remind yourself. It’s an until we meet again.

His lips leave yours with a quiet smack, his nose pressed to your cheek to breathe you in. He whispers your name, and you like the hoarse way it sounds. Your eyes flutter open, gaze drifting from his eyes to his lips and back up again.

“Dave,” you start again. Only this time, it’s not him who interrupts you.

“The car just arrived, and we have the bags in transit. Does anyone have eyes on the minister?”

The crackle from the comm breaks the both of you from the moment, reminding you again you have somewhere you need to be.

Dave’s face morphs from the soft bliss you shared to one of frustration. He takes a deep breath before reaching to answer the call.

“I have eyes on the minister. She’s...finishing up a last minute call.”

You appreciate his ability to think on his feet. Your hand still caresses the side of his face, the other holding to the lapel of his jacket. Throughout the interaction, Dave never pulls his eyes from yours.

“Copy that. We should be on the road in fifteen.”

Dave’s hand comes to the piece at his ear again. “I copy.”

You know you should be fixing your appearance. Ensuring all your items have been gathered. Checking your tablets for updates. But you can’t stop looking into the warm gaze he gives you.

“We should go,” you finally whisper. He just nods. He takes his hand from under your skirt to rest at your hip, and you pull closer to his warm touch.

Together, the two of you walk to the door, never taking your hands from each other. He says your name again softly, and if you had been any more distracted you would have missed it. You stop and stand with him for a moment, before you’re both pulling each other in for one last kiss.

It’s short. Much too short to be any sort of satisfying, but it’s all you can afford at the moment. There are people waiting and jobs to be done.

“Until we see each other again, Mr. York,” you say with a sad smile.

He returns it, holding a hand to your face for a moment before opening the door. “In the future, Minister.”

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[patheticpat]

The Slime-tro

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> Hi, my names Corduroy! You can also call me Roy, Cordie, or Dev!

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Fandom-Related Interests

Minecraft! > I mainly build and explore when playing! :D > Sadly due to some of the major fucking issues on the YT side community, it’s killed a good amount of my love for the game however I still like it, just not as much or the way I used to!

In Stars and Time > I have mental illness and it’s this games fault! /j > lol anyway, I am obsessed. I genuinely could not tell you who’s my favorite or anything literally the whole game and cast are fucking amazin, talk about a game that literally rewrote my brain the whole time I played it-

Legend of Zelda > The first game I ever actually finished was Breath of The Wild > I don't know which of the two my first game actually was, though I do know it was one of the Four Swords games! > I was playing through Link's Awakening, Tears of The Kingdom, and A Link to the Past, before being sidetracked by life, like usual

Slay The Princess > This game straight up murdered and revived me multiple times? Hello? Is that not illegal? /j > Tower is my favorite number 1 princess and I can and will be shameless about it >:3c > Other favorites do include literally the inter rest of the cast though

Stardew Valley > Anyway wanna hear me lose my mind over Elliott or Krobus? No? Okay your loss lol

Terraria > I have over 175 hours in the game and I got it a little over a month ago, do you think I'm fucking okay?

Deep-Sea Prisoner/funamusea > Don’t get me started I will and can talk peoples ears off about how much I am in love with her stories and characters

A Hat in Time

Hollow Knight

Cult of The Lamb

Slime Rancher

Hermitcraft

Modded Minecraft

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Skullgirls

RPG Maker Horror Games

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Bolded Text means its one of my main interests as of me editing this.

Italicized Names mean I still have a small interest/am watching them, even if I’m not as interested in a particular thing they were in before

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The Profile Picture is from The Witch route in Slay the Princess! :)

I reblog content I'm not into. Ace Attonery? Some random new anime that's probably super popular but I've never heard about? Yeah, if I've never watched(and or played) but I think the post is funny or cool, I'm reblogging it. Does it mean I'm going to go check the actual media out its self tho? Probably not. It's only happened once and I intend to keep it that way. (It happened again, but still!)

I block a lot, I will block due to DNI's to An Annoying Post(s) to I Just Got A Bad Vibe. A variety of reasons! Now, Don't ask why, as 9 times out of 10 I won't remember why I blocked you. I however, will trust my past judgement and won't unblock you, So Please Don't Ask.

I do draw! It just takes a long time for me to finish pieces!

I Swear A Lot, if that’s something that makes you uncomfortable, I would suggest not following me or blocking me

I barely tag, If you need me to tag something, just ask and I will try to do it within reason.

> The Post about blocking frog content best explains it, here it is

> However, Under No Circumstance am I going to tag for usage of the word Queer or When I Swear. For the latter, refer to the fourth bullet point in this section, for the former... just fucking no. Just block me and save yourself the trouble.

Sorting sorting sorting, I enjoy sorting my (tagged) posts out. If your confused as to why there's multiple (seemingly redundant) tags on a post that you think only needs one, that's why. My brain can't figure out which one to tag it as, so I'll save myself the trouble and use them all.

> Examples: Slimer.WIP, Slimer.SKETCH, Slimer.POST on one art post.

I am a shipper, and in fact, a multi-shipper! There’s no end to combinations thus there's no end to my ships :)

“Why slime?” Because slimer be sliming!

Tagging System w/ some notes

> #Slimer.POST -> My Post Tag -> Uncommonly used; but here nonetheless > #Slimer.REBLOG -> My Reblog Tag -> I only really use this tag when I'm reblogging something and have something additional to say. Up in the air if I actually say it though. > #Slimer.Art -> My Art Tag > #Slimer.WIP -> My Work In Progress Tag > #Slimer.SKETCH -> My Sketches Tag -> I use this for art that I finished the sketch for, and probably don't plan to take further than a sketch. > #Slimer.LIVEBLOGGER -> My Liveblogging Tag -> Now in much more common use, I'll be using this tag when a streamer I'm watching does something particularly funny/depressing or when I'm playing a game and want to broadcast my thoughts or something funny. -> My format for that is '#Slimer.LIVEBLOGGER: {GAME}' btw! > #Slimer.SAVE -> Bookmark tag > #Slimer.ASK -> Answered Asks > #Slimer.RAMBLES -> My Rambles -> Sometimes when I start saying stuff... I might not shut up. If you don't wanna see a paragraph of tags on a post from me, I'd highly recommend blocking this tag. I'll use this tag if I ever decide to ramble about something in post format. This only affects tags as of current though. > #Slimer.RANT -> Rants -> Same as rambles, however this one is for tags only. And is only for when I get mad about something. Again, I'd recommend blocking this tag if you don't like seeing paragraphs about text in tags, or seeing someone get mad over something; Inconsequential or not. > #Slimer.VENT -> My Vents -> Entirely contained to my posts, I would highly recommend blocking this if you don't want to see others vent. I mainly use this to complain about my home life and mental health. I’ve mainly moved this onto a private side blog but sometimes it’s nice to be seen? If that makes sense?

And a DNI/BYF For Those That Care:

if you’re a terf/radfem/gender critical,

if you’re any form of queer exclusionist,

> Yes that includes you if you think mspec lesbians or she/her gays or he/him lesbians aren't queer/valid and whatever bullshit reason you have to justify why you think they don't belong in the community. Fuck you, get out.

> Also, don’t you fucking dare tell me that oppression is “black or white”/“you’re either this or that” You are a specific BREED of dumbass cunt that I don’t fucking want near me. Also don’t try taking words away from me to describe my experiences! I won’t be fucking nice about it if you say I’m a horrible person for it. Cuz congrats, this trans masc is tired of trying to be respectful of people who don’t even try to be nice to him!~

if you think its okay to participate in harassment: whether you're making the posts or reblogging them, especially if it's over fandoms or fucking ships

> I Do Not Care if it makes you uncomfortable, just learn to block and filter content, I promise that you will feel a million times happier after you do that, and that you'll find you'll have a lot more free time to do shit when you aren't harassing random strangers on the internet.

If you respect things like DNI's and such, please just do yourself a favor and block me if you see this. I obviously can't force you to follow this, however do please take note in the fact that when I do end up seeing that type of content from you, I will be slapping you with a fat ass block.

I consider harassment of pretty much any goddamn type deplorable. The same goes for hate like transphobia or exclusionary bullshit. Get out, Open your fucking eyes, Seek some resources for help, and Fucking get it.

And at the end of it all, see ya'll fuckers later!

(Post Made: 4/13/22 / Post Edited: 12/14/24)

[sailorshadzter]

yeah so i had to write this myself :))) hope its okay i stole the prompt lol 

He struggles to pull his arm from his sleeve, flinching at every movement his aching body is forced to participate in. There's nothing more that he wants than to fling himself into his bed, clothes and all, but they are dirty disgusting clothes that need tossed into a fire rather than washed and mended. He's somehow freed himself of his tattered leather jerkin but his shirt is proving much more difficult. Jon grunts as he manages to slip his arm free from the sleeve, but it's then that he feels soft, but warm hands against his skin, catching him by the forearm and steadying his damaged limb. "Sansa..." Her name is upon his lips as he shifts ever so slightly, dark eyes focusing upon her profile.

"Let me help you," her voice is barely even a whisper as she raises her eyes to meet his, rosy lips curving with the quickest of smiles. Jon blinks but then he gives in with a nod, needing little convincing to allow her to take control of the moment. They don't speak as she tugs his battered shirt over his head and then guides him towards the chair that sits beside the fire, forcing him into it with a mere glance. You should be down there, he thinks as she touches his cheek, his shoulder, his arm, every place that he bled from. You should be with them. He's thinking of their two siblings but then again, they were not quite his siblings now, were they? He recalls the state Arya had been in when he'd left her side just minutes before. "You're a mess," she murmurs with a shake of her head before she turns to the table where she's set down what he recognizes as her sewing basket. From within she fishes a needle and a spool of ink black thread. "Here," she pushes a mug of ale into his hands. "Drink." Jon opens his mouth to protest, but yet another glance is all it takes for him to put the glass to his lips.

She murmurs something like an apology before plunging the needle into the first wound- one to his forearm that he'd been given early into the battle. As she sews closed his every wound, they talk softly- Sansa tells him about below in the crypts, about how she had to watch as Rickon's animated corpse claimed two children before she managed to plunge the dagger Arya had given her into his shoulder, killing him for a second time. Jon tells her of the fear he felt standing in front of Viserion, though he spares her the details of what the battlefield had looked like. She talks of the other wounds she's sewn closed that night, of the men who had lost limbs and some their very lives as she tried her best to help save them. He promises her to ensure Theon is honored for the rest of time, a hero never to be forgotten by time. She tells him she caught Arya and Gendry kissing and Jon chokes on his ale, suddenly quite the big brother he had always been to the youngest Stark girl.  

When she's finished tending to his wounds, Sansa looks up at him from where she now kneels at his feet. She says nothing as her nimble fingers unlace his boots, tugging them from his feet before he can protest. When he opens his mouth, she gives her head a shake. "You need to rest," she says, rising up to brush off her skirts, red hair falling free from its usually neat braids. "Come on then," she offers him a hand, smiling when he almost hesitantly reaches for her. But the moment her hand is around his, warmth spreads through him like wild fire and he can't bring himself to let her go. "Let me help you..." She says for the second time that night, her voice so very soft that Jon has to wonder if he's only imagined her speaking. He nods.

She draws him towards the center of the room and turns to face him, breath catching in her throat, heart threatening to burst from her chest as her hands reach for him. Swallowing against the fear in her heart, Sansa's hands touch the laces at the front of his breeches. Her movements are painfully slow and Jon can feel his heart racing in his chest, knowing he had wanted a moment like this for longer than he could remember now. He can't stop himself from watching her face- lip caught between teeth, sapphire eyes raising once to meet his steady gaze. She smiles and it's like staring into the sun. It takes only a minute more for her to help him from those breeches and into another pair, ones so old he could have sworn her mother had sewn them. It's as her hands finish lacing those into place on his hips that Jon reaches down, covering her hand with his. Jon isn't sure what makes him do what he does next, he just knows it's the only moment that this has ever felt right.

He kisses her.

At first she stiffens, not from fear but surprise, and it takes only a moment for her to yield to his kiss. Jon wraps her in his arms, hyper aware of the warmth of her skin through her every layer, even more aware of just how perfectly she fit against him. "Took you long enough," she breathes when he's pulled back a few moments later, eliciting a laugh from him, a sound she had not heard since his return from Dragonstone. He tips his forehead against hers, arms still yet slung around her waist as their lips meet again, albeit briefly. "You still must rest," she whispers and again Jon chuckles, trailing his hands up her body to slide into her hair.

"Only if you stay with me." He insists and to that she nods, allowing him to guide her towards his best. "No, get in," he says softly when she tries to grab the chair to draw up to the bedside. "Please," he looks up into her clear blue eyes and it's as if she can see straight into his heart, his soul. Her smile is soft and warm when she nods, sitting down on the edge of his bed so she can pull her own boots off. And then she slides beneath the fur covers, nuzzling as close to him as she dared. It is Jon who reaches for her, drawing her closer still, his face buried into the crook of her neck while one arm is flung across her hip. She feels safe.

Safer than she's ever felt before.

Guys, I dis the prompt generator thing and this came up for Jonsa. How appropriate is this for post-long night 😛😛

[parachutingkitten]

What the heck is this noise?!

50 people! What?! That's awesome! Thanks a bunch! I can't thank you guys enough!

So, with 50 people (you know, or bots) following me, I figured some of you might wonder who the heck I am. Maybe 3 or 4 of you will get something out of this. Idk, I'd like to think people think of me as a human being

Anyway, my name is Maya, I'm 17, and I live in Texas. I'm a military brat, but not an extremely active one, so I don't get the bragging rights of getting to say I've moved 22 times in my life. I've just moved 5 times. My family consists of my mom, dad, little brother and cat, Hexy, named after the hexagon because I was a very nerdy 8 year old. I am the most average straight white girl of the bunch. Infact, it probably won't surprise you to know that I am very much Mormon. I am so Mormon infact, that my parents met at BYU, and I would like to go there myself.

I am also a huge theater geek! I've been a part of theater since the 4th grade, and have been heavily involved since. Sadly, I am a dumb actor, not one of those cool techies. Couldn't tell you anything about how to build a set or work a light board. I am definitely more of a comedic actor, but I'd like to think I'm not too bad at the dramatics either. The problem is that I'm really tall, so I don't easily cast as a romantic lead or anything. More than often I get cast as the goofy, awkward side kick, which is fine by me. I also have a really strong interest in film! I saved up for my own little notebook laptop about the same time I took up acting, and made my first video with my friend about a centiant flashlight. I am (of course) an actor, but I also really enjoy video editing! It's kinda what I want to do with my life. This means I look very closely at stuff like film and media, and LOVE in depth analysis of any of them. I'll purposely look for flaws in something to try and make sense of why something makes me feel a certain way. I have a tenancy to take it a bit too far. Anyway, you can find any of my film stuff on my youtube channel.

I know some people have been curious, so for any one of you wondering, my profile picture was drawn by a friend of mine who is SUPER talented. The picture is of character in a book... universe... thing we and a bunch of friends made together when we were twelve about different elemental protectors from all over the universe who go on adventures, fall in love, and fight the living embodiment of death. Her name is Luna, she's the water protector and she's my baby :) The whole story is very dear and close to my heart, and I still write stuff for it to this day. You can find any of that writing (if anyone actually wants it) on my quotev page.

I'm not an artist, I wish I was! People who can draw are so lucky and cool! So, obviously how I contribute to my fandom(s) is writing! Because of the whole previously mentioned book thing, I've grown a love, and I'd like to think a talent for writing. Writing brings out my darkest stuff for sure. I swear I'm not depressed or anything! I am a very happy person with a great life! (I mean, Mormon, hello!) My dad is a psychiatrist, so I have a lot of weird messed up philosophy stuff ingrained in me, and writing I think is the best place to explore concepts like that. I like making characters suffer, and grieve, and die, and go insane and stuff like that. I especially like picturesque writing. Stuff that puts an image in your head. Preferably a creepy, unnerving image. Like, I'm not a horror writer or anything (I don't like horror) but more like, a suspense writer. Eerie, I think is the best word to describe it. But hey, I'd say at least half of my endings are happy so... yay!

Anyway, in conclusion, I'm just another person who watches and gets obsessed with children's cartoons. It's nice having you with me! Thanks a bunch!

-Maya (Parachutingkitten)

Here's a link to any of the pages I mentioned