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when you're in a #1 joon stan competition and your opponent is kim taehyung 🧍♀️ (for @userjiminie 🤍)
#btsgif#btsedit#bts#kim taehyung#taehyung#park jimin#jimin#taejoon#*#*gifs#*kth#*pjm#*taejoon#*bts#are you sure#CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP HE LOVES JOON SO MUCH#MY TAEJOON I MISSED U#(pls ignore the coloring and quality)
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SUGA in every Run BTS! episode ♡ ep. 68
#run!suga#btsedit#dailybts#btsgif#yoongiedit#the coloring the quality pls ignore thank u very much#gif#min yoongi#suga#my little mischievous meow
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joke so funny i had to post it twice
#digital art#art#dust sans#nightmare sans#killer sans#horror sans#murder time trio#nightmare's gang#i still dont know how tags work srry#utmv sans#utmv fanart#utmv#pls ignore quality :((( blurry is not my forte nor is color or linework or-
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dumbo!irene did not get to go on the Dumbo ride
#red velvet#irene#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#femadolsedit#redvelvetinc#idolady#kgoddesses#dazzlingidolsedit#g:ifs#*irene#LET'S NOT TALK ABT THIS COLORING OR GIF QUALITY PLS#pls IGNORE IT
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guess what that is~
#crochetblr#graphgan#tapestry crochet#vincent van gogh#it’s building up real slow and steady#13 more rows to go#ignore the wobbliness pls#also the back is a sight to see🤡#i dint carry anything forward just plain old floating yarn technique#this had so many dynamic color switches i dint no what technique to use#or what techniques are out there tbh#and the yarns may be slightly varying in sizes😬#so i had to double strand some of em#but blame the place where i live for that#as far as i no the lack of availability of good quality or even any quality supplies isn’t stopping people from picking up hobbies#they just choose to get it online#but then how are new people supposed to be encouraged to pick up new things#if they have to make sure to commit seriously cause you cant get just 1 hook online#you get a set#seriously so shitty#anyways#this has been quite an endeavour in my graphgan journey#I’M SOO WAITING FOR IT TO BE COMPLETE#then i can fondle it around and straighten it out#make it a lil less wobbly#but that’s fine cause i looovee it#and it’s for meee#aa mine#crocheting#crochet
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Hey hope you have an amazing day! I realised that there's not much logan sargeant request here on tumblr and was wondering if I could request one? Just a very clingy reader and how she always reacts when he comes back to their home ❤️ fluff pls!
Hi darling!! I had an amazing day, what about you? You’re so right, Logan deserves more attention! I specifically wrote about him coming back home after a long time, and how much reader is excited to see him. Hope that’ll do!!
Back to You - Logan Sargeant
Word count: 970 ; Genre: fluff ; Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x reader ; Warnings: none
It had been three weeks since the last time you saw Logan. Your job didn’t really let you had time to accompany him to the races, nor see him very often, and that caused your mood to drop inevitably.
Furthermore, your love language had always been quality time and physical touch, so being apart only fed your desperation to spend time together. You two video called each other every night, sharing news and tidbits, but no.
It wasn’t enough. You were feeling empty anyway.
‘Just two more days’ you thought to yourself, trying to soothe the painful sadness of his absence engaging in house chores or working compulsively ‘til late hours.
Little did you know, he was in the exactly same state as you. Being this far from you pained him, destroyed by the want to fill every single fiber of his body with your laugh and your melodious voice again.
‘Just two more days‘ he thought, trying to distract himself spending time with his team or walking in the city he was in. And everywhere he went he promised himself to return there with you, and show you all the places that took his breath way.
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Two days passed, and you got to the airport three hours earlier.
You didn’t even realize it until you got there, and laughed at the sight of your screen displaying the early morning time.
You waited patiently, minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days, looking at people dragging their suitcases and the tired face of a mother holding her crying child.
Until you got the text that he finally landed.
You placed yourself in front of the exit, your eyes frantically sorting out each face, but none of them had his ice blue eyes that you loved so much.
You felt a pair of strong arms hugging you from behind and turning you around, his tall figure towering over yours for the first time in what felt like forever.
Your excited squeaks were muffled against his shoulder as his wide hands held your waist, allowing him to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your scent finally overwhelming him again.
~
When he crossed the doorway of your shared home he exhaled in relief.
Despite loving every single part of his job, coming back to you was his favorite part.
He left his luggage next to the door, completely ignoring it as he plopped down onto the soft fabric of your couch, your body following him shortly after.
You crawled onto his lap dying to sense his warmth under your skin, hands softly brushing over his short hair as he told you the most interesting parts of his trip and how the race went.
“I watched it, you know?” you told him softly and his eyes lit up, his reaction as something so obvious confusing you “if I can’t be with you, i should at least support you from home” you said with a pouty face.
He laughed out loud, your hands feeling his toned chest trembling with it as he took your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a devoted kiss to the back of your palms.
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The sun set behind the horizon leaving the living room in a dark golden color, the long gone shadows replaced by the dim glow of the TV screen.
Logan passed out in the middle of the film the two of you were watching, right now being nothing more than a distant murmur.
His head was lying on your lap, soft exhales coming out of his mouth as your hand traced imaginary patterns along his exposed skin.
Looking down at him with a loving expression, you placed your other hand in his free one, lightly squeezing not to wake him up but just enough to make sure that he was actually real, and there with you.
But he was not completely asleep, and he felt his heart fluttered with adoration; despite his exhaustion, he refused to waste his time sleeping. He rathers being half-asleep, listening to your sounds in the peace of the night: your rhythmic heartbeat under your shirt, your breathy laugh as a funny scene plays on the screen, the sound that your feet make as you habitually tap them on the carpet.
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The morning after, you woke up to the sound of pans slamming to the ground.
Logan was trying to make pancakes on his own, not succeeding much since there was flour on his nose, egg on the counter and sugar on the floor.
You hugged him good morning, examining his skills from behind.
“Here love, let me help you- you gently took the wooden spoon out of his hands, trying to mix what looked like a light yellow blob- scoop it with this motion” he copied your movements, joyfully smiling when the batter started to look edible.
He smacked a loud kiss to your cheek, transferring some of the flour to your skin.
“You know how to cook them, right?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, “I know how to cook them… Of course” he huffed, heating the pan.
You placed the dishes on the kitchen island, as Logan transferred the food onto the ceramic plates.
You both tasted the first bite, not sure of what expression to assume not to show the actual impression.
“This is…” you start, Logan interrupting you
“Disgusting, it tastes like a sponge. It feels like a sponge. Please, don’t let me go near the stove ever again. Got it?” he asked, a disgusted expression on his face accentuating the little wrinkles under his eyes.
You bursted out laughing, his arms engaging you in a warm bear hug.
He looked down at you through his light eyelashes, his nose grazing over yours.
“Feels so good to be back to you”
#fluff#f1 drivers fluff#f1 drivers smut#f1 fluff#f1 x reader#f1 drivers x reader#f1 smut#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 x you#logan sargeant#logan sargent x reader#logan sargeant fluff#logan sargeant smut#logan sargeant fanfic#formula 1#formula one#formula uno#smut#fanfic
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HOW I PERSONALLY ORGANIZE MY DIGITAL ZINE MASTERCOPIES!
Hey zineovators, hello every'all. I am here to note down how I (PERSONALLY) fix around and assign my digitally-made zine mastercopies for easy access. This isn't meant to be a guide and it surely isn't the "correct" way to file zines, nor is this necessary, it might even be redundant for a lot of people, but this is just the way I do it. I have some really crappy guides throughout my yap session, BUT I will provide a REAL example using my own zine at the end! anyhow, let us begin! WHY DO I BOTHER?
because it makes my personal zine creation process more manageable
organization makes it less daunting for me to actually go through with the creation process
It tickles my fish brain to file and sort things, and it makes me happy to do so
so yeah, it all boils down to personal preference. I like making my digital process cleaner and a bit more streamlined, but you really don't have to follow me or use me as a standard. I just do what I do best.
That aside... TERMS I COINED AND WILL BE USING AND EXPLAINING (LIST) (yes this is based off of A/B/O but also coding)
ALPHA Mastercopy (A-Copy, Alpha copy)
BETA Mastercopy (B-Copy, Beta Copy, Physical Mastercopy)
OMEGA Mastercopy (O-Copy, Omega Copy, Assembled Mastercopy)
PRELIMINARIES!
A master copy in my own words is the original mother version of your zine that you can use to duplicate or create more copies for distribution purposes. You usually do not give a master copy away especially if you plan to make more prints of a specific zine design in the future! Also, I'm using the classic 8-page mini-zine format as an example here because...I specialize in mini-zines, lol. With that in mind, here is the portion you are waiting for.
ALPHA MASTER COPY (i.e.. RAW DIGITAL FILE)
The Alpha copy is the version of your zine that you made/scanned into a digital format. Typically I would use a PDF along with the zine design that I pre-formatted for this due to the clarity and easy access of PDF files. I avoid .png or .jpg because flattening my zine files tends to crush the text quality, by a LOT.
The Alpha copy doesn't have to just be the formatted version already. It can be individual panels, single pages, artwork or scanned pages, etc. That's also an alpha copy, but in its own way. The version I'm talking above is print-ready copy that is already prepared.
^ THIS counts as an alpha copy as well.
Now down below is an example of my own alpha copy in PDF format, featuring my DAVID SYLVIAN zine (I'll try to upload it on an archive soon, it will be completely free! Pls tell me in advance if you'd like to reproduce and distribute it irl since I dont want to get sued </3)
btw the tagline "be seen, make a zine" was taken from brattyxbre on YouTube. I would gladly recommend her for zine resources, discussions and zine-related topics, especially if you are a beginner!
BETA MASTER COPY (i.e.. PRINTED TEMPLATE)
Your Beta copy is a version of your zine that is printed on paper with the proper formatting for folding/cutting already. The only difference with this version and omega copy is, well, you DON'T fold or cut this copy.
The primary purpose of a B-Copy is to check:
print quality (text visibility, color vibrance, ink bleeding, etc.)
graphic size and an overview of your zine's general physical appearance.
And the other, marginally vital role of your B-Copy is to serve as:
the physical print that you can use for XEROX (photocopying) or other copying services and tools
scannable output that you can scan/copy for distribution, especially if the person who wants your zine would like to assemble it themselves, if you do not have a final version of your zine on hand to share, or you yourself do not have your A-Copy for reproduction.
A printed copy that you can catalogue or archive, especially if you are the sort of person who retires zines, or are just deeply sentimental (like me, lol!).
Down below is the B-Copy of my example zine. Ignore the fact that this is literally my omega copy that I just dismantled because I don't have my Beta in hand lol. But approximately this is how it looks like.
I personally store B-copies (alongside O-copies) inside a dedicated clearbook or binder to safeguard against weathering or chemical ink deterioration, alongside some information and stuff about the zine itself. This is useful especially if you want to showcase zines and zine content to others, apart from safekeeping purposes.
I might make another longform infodump about digital and physical zine storage and archiving processes (because as an aspiring librarian I feel it is my duty to rant about that) but that will be for another time.
OMEGA MASTER COPY (i.e., FINAL EXAMPLE PRINT)
Okay this is kind-of self explanatory, but I will elaborate regardless.
If you are the sort of person who handcrafts zines (aka make, draw, write or assemble them traditionally) you likely know what the O-Copy is, because your original finished zine is what I am referring to as the Omega copy. That is, the ACTUAL "Master Copy" itself.
Omega Master Copy is what most zinesters and zine creators refer to as just the master copy. But seeing from this post, you KNOW I had to make it fancier (read: unnecessarily complicated)
The Omega copy serves as your first official print, and you can use this version to store or show around. The only difference is, if you end up using my organizing format (good luck!), you'll end up using the O-Copy more as a finished product display to show how it looks when finished as an assembled copy, and the B-Copy as the actual thing you use to reproduce or duplicate your zines for distribution.
Here is the example of my O-copy for my example zine. (again you will be able to access this through an archive soon, maybe I will announce it later on or just post about where I store them digitally.)

I used the software development jargon ALPHA, BETA & OMEGA because it kind of fits(?) lol. I am not a coding aficionado but I know loosely enough to utilize the words. But also, live laugh omegaverse. hopefully this helps(?) but also if you reached to this point, hi. I'm glad you indulged in my little rant. EDIT: here's the Internet Archive Link for the specific zine featured in this post! Have fun! Communicate, create, zineovate! Until next time.
#zines#fanzine#zine#zine preview#art zine#zine making#zinester#mini zine#digital archiving#master copy#zineovator#self publishing#david sylvian#japan band
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I haven't posted anything in a long time, but I have recently gotten back into drawing and writing, and drew this for my partner! I heavily used a reference for this one, but I'm really proud of how it came out.
We have an ongoing Stucky RP where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier in a world where Peggy got the serum and became Captain Carter, but Steve wasn't born until the 90s. Bucky eventually defected from Hydra and became a vigilante in Brooklyn, and Steve is his neighbor who eventually befriends him.
Maybe I'll actually write the fic one day lol
(Ignore that exporting this from Procreate killed the quality, if anyone knows how to fix that pls let me know! Also I only know how to flat color but I'm working on it!)
#stucky#steve rogers#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes#winter soldier#pre serum steve#my art#they're in love your honor#I am trying so hard to learn to draw lmao#the background took me a solid day
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two posts in one day omg?? kind of irrelevant but i had kinda thought ab terukane possibly being associated w copper + lightening and the more i thought ab it, the more i was interested 😭
again, kind of an analysis, if you can even call it that
so all characters in jshk kind of have a color scheme, ex: nene’s is turquoise/teal, aoi’s is purple, hanako’s is red/sometimes amber etc etc.
(This picture helps show my point here)

And as you can see (kind of) akane’s colors consist of turquoise/teal and a rusty orange/sometimes straight up the color orange.

(Pls ignore shitty quality im doing this on iphone) Which if you look at it this has a striking resemblance to that of partly oxidized copper??
Moving on to teru’s color scheme, his consists of mostly stained glass blue’s and softer yellow’s (again, sorry for shitty quality 😭)
But if you look at it, his kind of looks like lightning?? (Or at least the colors lightning is usually depicted as, as it has no exact color)
And as we know, teru is associated with lightning, as he can literally wield it (sorry akane 💀)

Quick chemical lesson, copper has a high conductivity rate and facilitates a rapid transmission of lightning energy, making it attractive to lightning, also making copper, lightnings best conductor (conductor meaning a material or device that conducts or transmits heat, electricity, or sound, especially when regarded in terms of its capacity to do this) meaning out of all the other chemicals + chemical compounds, copper attracts lightning the best.
and who in this case represents (and/or has the color scheme of) lightning and copper?

AIDAIRO SCIENCE NERD REAL??? Also tiara doing the same thing 😭 must just be like a minamoto thing LMAO

(Summary: just as copper does to lightening; akane generally attracts teru. Whether that attraction is romantic or not, it aligns with alot of my other analysies, all ending with the same notion. Teru likes akane)
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41 and baekhyun pls and thank you!! 💙
Cute 👓
Genre: fluff Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.2k Warnings: Sexual Implications
a/n: ngl this is just me writing down a fantasy. it is what it is lol
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
It’s the end of a long day, and you’re ready to relax and spend some quality time with your boyfriend, Baekhyun. He’s already sitting on the couch when you enter the living room. Watching whatever show he put on for you to mindlessly watch. The first thing you notice as you approach is his hair. He finished his nighttime routine before you, so it’s still damp from his early shower. He didn’t bother messing with it, so it is now drying at odd angles. His body is fitted with a silky blue pajama set, and on his face is a pair of chunky glasses.
He looks like a child, and you have to physically hold your lips together to stop the cooing threatening to come out from his presence.
He spots you and smiles. He always smiles like that when you join his side, no matter where you are, and it makes your heart melt. “Hey, Baby.”
His voice is gentle, comforting. The tone deeper because of it. It drives you crazy, and he’s probably aware of that, but his intentions aren’t to arouse.
That being said, he draws his arms back, a wordless invitation you’re too eager to oblige.
You crawl into his lap, sitting sideways so that your back leans against the armrest and your legs drape over his thighs. He closes his arms around you, one going around your back, the other resting on one of your exposed knees.
He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before giving his attention back to the show playing. You find his profile more entertaining. He can definitely feel your wandering stare, but ignores it, getting back into the show.
Your gaze is hard to ignore completely though, and the skin on his face tints pink under your stare.
You lift a hand to the back of his head, untangling his light-colored locks, fixing the mess he has going on back there. When he’s presentable again, you start combing your fingernails over his scalp. The action has him purring like a cat, his head leaning more into your touch.
You can’t help but smile at him, continuing the movement for a bit longer. You pull your hand away eventually and he groans in disappointment.
“Those glasses make you look so cute,” you finally say, your voice lilting like you’re talking to a baby. The compliment makes him drop his head to try to hide the pleased smile on his little lips.
“You think so?” he asks softly.
You hum in agreeance. “You should wear them more often.”
He lifts his head back up to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I will.”
“So that I can gush about how cute my boyfriend is?” You question.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, turning back to the television, playing off the affect your words have on him. You can tell he can’t get back into the show, that you’ve completely distracted him, by the way he’s blinking. His cheeks and neck bloom a lovely red, and you think you’re going to explode with how endearing he is.
You can’t help but poke his cheek. “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
“Yah,” he whines, pulling away from your touch.
You chuckle and lean in more. “What’s wrong?” You feign concern.
He cuts his eyes to you. “Stop calling me cute.”
You gasp dramatically. “But how can I not? With your cute little glasses? And your cute little pout?”
“I’m not pouting,” he denies, bottom lip gutting further out. “But if I was, it wouldn’t be cute.”
“Oh?” You reposition yourself, sliding your legs over his so that you’re straddling him. He falls back onto the couch, hands instantly going to your hips, squeezing them gently.
You cup his face, holding it so that he can’t avoid your gaze.
“That’s too bad,” you purr. “Because you’re my cute baby. My pretty boy.”
A grunt leaves those red lips of his and you feel him twitch underneath you. “Why did I kind of like that?” He mutters to himself.
A sly grin grows on your face that he notices with slight fear in those shiny eyes of his.
“I know you did,” you whisper. Slowly, you close the distance between you both, brushing your nose and lips against his. “I felt you.”
He gulps. Rarely do you take a dominate role in your relationship. Actually, this is the first time. Baekhyun’s a bit overwhelmed by the role reversal. His eyebrows are raised in surprise, his breathing becoming more ragged with anticipation.
You tease him a bit more, rubbing his lips with your own, the tip of your tongue curling over the sweet flesh. You finally kiss him when you feel his body shaking with need. It’s sultry and slightly vulgar. All teeth and tongue, languidly twirling together. There is no rush, no pressure for anything more even though you both know that’s where this is leading to, especially with him growing more turned on with every swipe of your wet muscle.
He pulls away suddenly, holding you back as he falls into the couch again. His features have grown mischievous as he takes in the way your pupils have blown out.
“You should reward me,” he says with his now husky voice. “For being so cute.”
“A reward?” You repeat and he nods. You play along, tilting your head curiously. “And how exactly should I do that?”
“I can think of a few things,” he pushes, pulling your hips forward to grind against the hard bulge in his pajama bottoms.
The action draws a moan from him, and you bite your lip. “I do need to hear more of those pretty moans leave your mouth.”
“Yeah?” He lets out in a breath. You’ve started trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, his chest. Unbuttoning his shirt to continue your journey south, consuming every inch revealed to you. You slide down to your knees, and lean up at him between his legs. He takes you in hungrily, loving this view more than you’ll ever know. Little does he know, you do too. You lean against his knee as you lose yourself in the art he is. That pouty mouth of his has fallen open as he struggles to breath, his exposed chest slightly heaving, those glasses that are the reason you’re here in the first place askew on his nose.
Your man is cute, indeed.
“What?” He asks, grinning self-consciously as you continue to stare at him.
You shake your head, both as an answer for him as well as clearing your head. “I love you is all.”
A new layer of blush coats his face, but he doesn’t avert his gaze like had been doing before. Instead, he bends down so that your faces are level, and lifts up your chin with his finger. “I love you too.”
He gives you a quick kiss and leans against the couch again, expectantly. There is nothing ‘cute’ about him any longer, even with the crooked glasses. No. Now he only exudes manliness. His shoulders suddenly broader, the features of his blushless face sharper with lust, the silent demand in his glittery eyes causing saliva to flood your mouth. You fight the urge to swallow, knowing you’ll be making good use of it.
Not wasting any more time, you go for the band of his pajamas.
His quiet groans fill the room as his head falls against the couch, his back arching as you give him the reward he deserves.
And, god, is it cute.
#baekhyun#baekhyun scenarios#baekhyun scenario#exo scenario#exo scenarios#baekhyun oneshot#baekhyun oneshots#exo oneshot#exo oneshots#baekhyun drabble#baekhyun drabbles#exo drabble#exo drabbles#baekhyun fanfic#baekhyun fanfiction#exo fanfic#exo fanfictions#baekhyun x reader#baekhyunxreader#exo x reader#exoxreader#exo
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[SwilTaett] - The Forbidden Fruit Effect (Grimpula's Backstory)
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“the fashion break was a little long”
“but thats just how it is sometimes”
“anyways”
“Later.”
After the visuals had been changed back to the seemingly empty and lifeless ‘PLS STAY TUNED’ screen, alongside the audio recording being cut simultaneously, it was clear to everyone and everything that the stream was over with everyone free to leave. Now she was able to return to her usual quality of life, which, after a brief moment of consideration… wasn't all that different.
However, something was clearly spotted after looking through the analytics of today's apparition adventure. Viewer engagement was at an all-time low point, nearly matching what was being seen when first starting streaming, however long ago that really was. It might not have been clear to anybody who might've been watching, but this was a cause for concern, feeling as though she was “literally” going to die at any coming moment.
Ridden to be sick, and stuck to the screen, she decided to escape to wherever her phone and its algorithms would decide to take her today. Doomed to suffer and scroll as her every existence and history to be searched for was fading like a dying battery.
Click, click, tap, tap...
...Okay, that was definitely overdramatic, even for you.
Yet this fact was pretty much disregarded by her through continuing to act as normal, and for a reason as to which none know why. This corner of the Puzzle Palace was a free-range minute of heaven or hell. What could be discovered when in the break room could range from ‘Did you know? VA opportunities are always open!’ and ‘GO TO [email protected] - DO IT’, to ‘sexy vampire band boys want to meet you!’ all whilst being periodically pestered by the reminders of curfew enforced by Excell V. IyAy.
Click, click, tap, tap...
The few words heard and read before the next swipe began to blur together. But something came. Something new, in the form of an overly eccentric notification.
“chex it out!!!1! tailblayzer590775 reblogged joor latest post!!”
Despite her community usually being filled with oddball relatives, this was a new name, and by extension a new viewer and number to join the regularly scheduled occult streams. Even though he had only just appeared on her feed, there was already a vibe to him in the flaunting of his excessive and strange love of sports in the way he'd worded his response.
“nice Face rectangle”
“but you.should Probably charge yoursrlf.”
Her face was quick to have a wincing-like reflex to what she just read. He's somehow already been able to demonstrate himself as being a total idiot. Believing that the JPEG battery image seen in the upper right hand corner of the photo was her actual social battery, even if the differences between the both of them don’t leave much to the imagination. As the growing urge to mess with this ‘tailblayzer’ became harder to ignore, she eventually went onto his profile seeking his most recent post. After finding it though, there was only one thing on her mind...
Damn.
That actually is a cool aesthetic, especially with how well the darker tones and simplistic shape of the rounded figure contrast with the pointed tips of the sunglasses and the white shine seen as a reflection of an unknown light-
...Yeah.
And after being temporarily subdued by the surprisingly effective design choices of this guy’s most recent profile picture, as if hypnotized, she'd remembered what she originally visited for. After an observation much closer to face value than her first attempt ever could’ve been, she had built the perfect expression of both her thoughts and feelings towards this likely accidental stroke of genius color theory presentation...
“cool shades”
The mechanical hands of the room’s wall-mounted clock turned to 7:04 PM as this response was sent, and she didn't even notice the question of ‘Dont i look Cool’ attached to the image, meaning that she somehow managed to give the exact answer that was being looked for. It turns out that accidental luck was all she needed to want to keep the troll going, waiting and watching with anticipation. So she waited...
And waited...
And waited even further, slowly beginning to convince herself that there won’t be another response, and that this would be how her last moments were spent. Laying on a dirty mattress, unevenly set out on the floor despite having some of the best real estate when living in the Puzzle Palace, staring at a still screen for a reply that never seems to come. Slowly being forgotten as the streamer of the month, ending as she started, with no name in this digital world to call her own. Wait, what do you mean it’s been an hour...?
That’s when it happened. The ‘tailblazer’ that feels like he’s taken forever and a half to form a basic response, like that length of time was ever even possible to begin with, has finally written the most simplistic and repeated rewording of your previous comment that could’ve possibly been conceived. There begins to feel like there’s a growing feeling of him attempting to retaliate by giving back a taste of her own backhanded medicine:
“Thanks about the Shades”.
Being able to sense the almost snarky nature, she was quick to think of a comeback. However, her quick fingers were no match for the intuition of this slithering sports sucker, as for some reason...
“your Welcome”
“its Okay i Know that im Cool”
Is he... responding to his own reblogs, like, like a total narcissistic and oblivious idiot????? She supposes that it would be a fitting thing to happen considering how he chose to first introduce himself. However, this felt like it was beyond a new level for somebody whose username was clearly based on the word ‘trailblazer’.
“you sent the youre welcome
what are you talking about?
do you know who i am?”
Beginning to look a lot like a pointless back-and-forth, she began to grow tired and irritable with every new reply that she was waiting for from all of this. It was better than having to wear that low, flowy dress for each time Excell decided to do a “wellness check” on his guest rooms and , but not as fun as seeing Helpress get yelled at for dragging suspicious attachments into the palace from all the unethically-sourced parts he uses to make whatever gadget or gizmo his square-shaped, debatably-existent brain comes up with at 2 A.M. before going directly back to bed.
“no ?
i do Not know who You are”
This lack of recognition was almost enough to make her sarcastically cough up a hairball out of sheer disappointment - but by maintaining her typical demeanor, she was able to cement herself in the place where she was meant to be, breaking free from this trance of time-wasting... escaping from her own relapse of reblogs, saving her sane in the process. She turns off the screen, and takes an unexpectedly long catnap.
But whilst in the grasp of sleep, even her dreams were occupied with what could come from that conversation, however, it was all blanketed in spirals, slithering and static. Bathed in a blue screen which never ends with words which blur together faster than her fleeting memory. Letting out a piercing hiss as she shoots upward, awaking from her deep swept slumber, yet just as quickly returning to her usually monotone state. Now back to the norm, the masked sense of dread and debilitating headache was soon to follow... how devastating.
This would be the routine for the next few days, with the theoretical and personalised doomsday clock looming over, ticking down by the second. Day, after day, after day, after day after day...
But as soon it happens as it started, with something different manifesting in the form of an eccentric notification from D.Daess. This time it’s instead about... tailblazer590775... directly following your account??? And even re-liking some of the reblogs you sent, for some reason? Well. This is a surprisingly and seemingly soft reaction after being left on read for six days straight. For seeing him perform an act that was either somehow through a sudden sense of kindness, or complete and utter obliviousness, you decide to return to the post that started it all, and write the most complimentary thing that you could muster at the time:
“you know what
i like you and your vibe
You’re mine now.”
Nevermind, that sounds like you're taking charge again, and being catty about it all while you're at it. However, the questionably-unintended side effects of sounding like a badass are definitely welcome in your book...
“does That mean like a Pet
Because i am bag sized”
Wait… he wants that? Well, despite the shift in tone that this conversation so suddenly took, the idea of having a small and portable mascot was becoming more entertaining every time you thought about it.
“sure
prepare to be carried around like a chihuahua”
“Does that Mean that i get a Cool training montage ?”
“no
thats too cliche if youre working with me
We’ll be doing this my way.”
Being lucky enough to end the conversation on such a powerful note was the result that you both needed at a time like this, with all that had been left for you to do was evaluate your most recent stream summaries, and hopefully notice a pattern of steady decline so that you can change whatever was causing such issues back in order to improve your ratings once again...
Nah, that’s too much effort for today. You decide to sleep it off until tomorrow.
Venturing into your own catnaps again entails what you’d usually expect and accept to be your own desires, which is unsurprisingly isolation and darkness. However, being left with yourself instead seemed to manifest as a sea of glass, which splits and spirals below you.
Until it starts to crack.
Soon only one heart-shaped formation sticks out from the rest, as it’s the one that you stand in the centre of. You still decide to look down into the glass, where you see... that you really needed to cut your whiskers again, like, it’s getting really bad.
But that shouldn’t be your focus at the moment, as the individual damages in the glass grow better connected by the second, leaving less ground to stand on as the rest falls into the bubbly black water. Looking in led to seeing a reflection unlike your own. It was thin and dark, having an abnormal yet angular eye formation, with a defining shape to set its head from all others.
Eventually though, like whatever cliché trope that this sounds like, the reflection grows into its own person. Reaching out, it begins to groom you using the available water from the now-glazed over glacier.
It’s actually quite therapeutic when your sister isn’t going on random tangents about her next absurdly-placed tattoo based around whatever idol she has now, instead of just drowning you in a rather effective cleaning routine, she’d rather always drown you in literal trash talk.
But this was different.
Very different, as the only words that you could hear were backwards in the way that they were spoken, and sounded like they were coming from two or three places at once. Another thing was that it was only ever willing to use one hand. The other was held to the side of its body, which was quite hard to see as you were balanced on the right leg of the figure. The clasping still seemed very rough, and in an almost relieved release, revealed a smaller-scale replica of the exact heart shape that you both sat upon...
Waking up, the oddly-shaped shard was still in your hand. It was like a hand mirror that gave you a quick and easy-access look at yourself. Good at preventing anything else that happened in that dream. Like, how would you have ever let your whiskers get that long?
After this encounter, it was time to visit the location of your part-time job, being at Trendsetter STUDIOs in particular. Knowing the streets there wasn’t hard to do, with the area being split in two between Excell and your own boss, even having ‘COOP-ER8’ displayed on the nearest building from when you first enter the city. Well, that and all the surveillance.
Great.
Now you’re thinking about D.Daess again.
She definitely has her good moments, as well as being the sole reason that you even have a job instead of continuing as the alley cat you were before, sleeping in whatever “Cat-Fort” you were able to make from the few good quality boxes that hadn’t already soaked up the dumpster sludge they were surrounded by.
It’s just that she can just be so... annoying sometimes. Especially when work was starting back in 2005, where she would shove a camera in your face for whatever trending thing she wanted to have you recreate. Purposefully failing to make a jump and land on a soft off-screen mat, playing pianos, having packages land on your head, being accessorized with flowers for tea parties, dancing lessons...
In fact, it’s part of why you react in the way that you do towards cucumbers today.
Upon entering the building itself from the alley’s exit door, you’re greeted with a barrage of peck-kisses. And ruined fur.
“hiiiiiiiiii, kittzzy cat!!!1! ^o^”
“yur lookin so... SOFT!!! imma hopin datz miey smoochies arr gud as eva 2 yu!! :D”
Merrie had clearly been waiting at the door for this. She always does, but it’s a good return to form from whatever else happened recently. Merrie continues to follow behind you until you both sit down at the same refectory table, with arts and crafts already in use from whatever she had been making with tape, a nearly-empty pie tin and egg cartons. Luckily, you remembered to bring your headphones to drown out the blabbering noises that she made while working.
Trying...
Breathing...
Passing.
You eventually look up to see Merrie still by your side. But she must’ve had a show today, as her blacks and whites are all that’s left as her now-silent self sits in the same spot while snacking. Even when in a state that’s much more relatable, she’s still a messy eater...
Finally, the working day is over, and it's finally time to see this face-to-face. However, an apple moving along the floor in a grid-like manner. Your first instinct was to ignore it, but it’s better than whatever other nothing you’d planned for the rest of today. This was strange even in the ridiculousness that was present in her usual routine, namely Merrie.
The tiled floor beneath it turns to a pure, blinding red, as the apple disappears into the ground.
“Great."
"its a puzzle”
But red isn’t the only change to keep note of, as each tile changes color faster than you can keep track of. Any attempt of progressing is met with a verbal announcement of whatever color it was at the time. But by the end, regardless of what you could see, the words that you heard as their pitch decreased dramatically once the glitches fully revealed themselves.
“Red!”, “Green!”, “Red!”, “Green!”, “Red-!”, “Red!”, “Red!”
As you feel a long, drawn-out prick stabbing you in the neck. Your usual hyperbole is comparing any level of negativity to a near-death experience, but this was the first time you felt like you were actually going to die.
Collapsing...
Heaving...
Help...?
And as help arrives, it takes the form of a twisted serpent that twists around you. He looks like an oversaturated cucumber, but that might just be the result of your sudden drowsiness...
“i didnt mean For that to go So deep”
It’s the same guy.
That idiot who couldn’t even tell his own messages from yours. And now you’re going to die to that idiot, as his unwavering multicolored smile stares down at you. He is drowning out the broken puzzle’s noise, though, with anything but his voice and your own sounding like a growing ringing in your ears. Until...
“but i can Help
you Needed something Fresh and Cool
thats me
I am fresh and Cool”
Unfortunately, with how it’s also an indication of the pain, you subconsciously begin to purr in response to his words and previous actions. You hate that you’re doing it. But, still...
He doesn’t care.
Or he cares too much, taking it as a sign of willingness and contentment.
Beginning to wrap around your neck, but ultimately ending at your stomach, your body now mixed with his in an encoded jumble. Seized, and bound together what now feels like the same thousands of years looping amongst themselves.
How...?
How...
“Depressing.”
“and Radical”
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If you're seeing this, thank you for taking the time to read through another longer-form backstory surrounding the SwilTaett Cast! If you haven't read through Doenor's Backstory, I'd reccomend reading through that as well to have a better understanding of what defines a Secret Boss (although it is roughly half the length of Grimpula's).
. To better show what Merrie's cameo appearance would look like in the context of the story, here's an example of Concept Art from Tuesdsay, 3rd December, 2024 that depicts it!
The earliest version of this backstory was first thought of by @nintenguy203 on Wednesday, 26th July, 2023 where he gave a detailed plan for where many of the final product's story elements would go.
This eventually led to the creation of @tailblayzer590775 and @nekowomancer12666 , being the In-Universe Accounts of Jockington's half and Catti's half respectively, as well as the source of all of the dialogue from the group chat segment of the story!
Word Count: 2,799
Started On: Wednesday, 2nd October, 2024
Finished On: Wednesday, 5th Febuary, 2025
#undertale#deltarune#deltarune au#swiltaett#swiltaett grimpula#grimpula swiltaett#swiltaett merrie#merrie swiltaett#my art#fic#my fic#writing#creative writing
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gackpo doodles i made on my 3ds!!1 for some reason colors! 3d has very bad quality when you save images, even in the higher resolution, so pls ignore that im not quite sure how to get around that quite yet i also lost my first sketch because for some godawful reason luma3ds decided to crash when i screenshotted it but uhhh eyeah uhhh nomnom crunch purple
(my first post ahjaha please be nice ahahaha screams and runs away)
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Several Sentences Sunday (pls ignore that it is not Sunday :3)
@laufire tagged me in this here post with a WIP about Jason and Mia, and in return I shall share some of my WIP stuffs from my silly horny fic I'm preparing for TentaTodd week and/or Halloween
Essentially I'm taking the OG tentatodd story from Brothers In Blood and imagining that Jason was lying through his teeth when he sent that telegram telling Nightwing he was all back to normal again. Tim finds this out much later when he stumbles upon some of the guide books Jason got for his new species...
Normally Tim would pretend to know better than to go snooping through Jason's stuff, especially when a storm had forced him to crash at one of his safehouses unannounced, but c'mon, these are only the bookshelves! What did Jason have them for if not to display the books?? Perfectly reasonable to take a look through the different spines, pull a few out enough to see the covers, maybe actually read one. After all there was no reason to suspect there'd be anything to hide such as- B'traxia's Hive King Mating Guide for the Recently Transformed! The cover features a drawing of an alien with a roughly 'centaur' configuration of limbs and torsos. It's got a set of massive spikes for front legs that look great for digging and cleaving people in two, and a pair of cat like, pawed digidigrades for back legs. The back and joints are armor plated, while the soft belly is lined with octopus arms of wildly varying sizes. The alien is also proudly presenting his two MASSIVE PHALLUSES for the audience. Tim sputters and laughs, opening the book up and flipping through it lazily. The quality is ridiculously good overall. It's hand bound, full color, lavishly illustrated with diagrams and charts and cultural notes and- it's honestly hilariously Jason in nature now that he thinks about it. Like, of course Jason with his snobby love of all things hand crafted would masturbate to some niche fetish shit in a weird format full of way too much worldbuilding. It's probably bespoke too; Tim would lay good money that Jason commissioned the artist himself. Tim flips back to the first page and starts reading.
I make no promises but I'd really love to manage to illustrate this one at least a little, and draw out some of the diagrams in the guide book.
I tag uhhhhhhh... @lazaruspiss and @vigilantecore and whoever wants to, it's late as hell and I feel a tiny bit weird tagging people with a WIP that's horny lol
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hello! i hope ur day is going well! im not really sure how to word this but ur one of my favorite gifmakers on this site!! and i was wondering if u have any tutorial or would be willing to tell how!! do u make ur gifs so sharp! along w being so smooth and gorgeous im foremost always just stumped at how beautifully sharp ur gifs r!! not to mention the coloring!! regardless of if u get to answer any part of ur process or not, i just wanted to tell you ur gifs r very very beautiful. im always so awed and admiring wnv i see them! so warm and prettily colored yet so sharp!! apologies for gushing here, pls have a good day!!!
AHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, ANON! It always makes me so happy, when I get any kind of compliments on my gifs, so this really really really warms my heart!! ♥
I did a gif tutorial like 1,5 years ago which you can find here! My sharpening has changed slightly from back then, so I'll just tell you what I do now.
Much more detail under the cut (this got way longer and detailed than I had expected)!
This is a walk through of my sharpening/effect process, so if you want any tricks about colouring or anything let me know!
The first important step to sharp gifs is the video quality! The higher the video quality is, the prettier and sharper your gifs will be. TS files are the highest quality (most of the time, sometimes they kind of scam you ngl) files you can get. Else 4k videos are great too! For me I usually don't go under 1080p (with few 720p exceptions). Sometimes I don't really like TS files, because they're a bit too sharp for me. This is mostly if it's a variety show. Concerts tend to be not as sharp in my experience.
I use vapoursynth to resize my gifs before putting them in photoshop. I usually don't do any sharpening or denoise in vapoursynth. This site has everything you need for vapoursynth!
For sharpening and stuff in photoshop, I usually do camera raw + topaz denoise + sharpening + 1% blur at 30% oppacity.
A bonus tip is, if you've done everything and tried soooo hard to make it non-grainy, but you just can't get it to do whatever you want it to... embrace the grain and add a noise layer! I do this with big gifs (540x540) usually.
To go more in depth, my settings for those are as following...
Camera raw
Texture (tekstur) I usually go between 20 and 30, depending on the thing I'm giffing. For Clarity (klarhed) I do the same number as texture, but minus 10. Idk why, it's just how I usually roll!
For Topaz denoise I usually only use a little bit. Like 0.04-0.06 overall strength. I don't really have any "this is what I always do" settings, but usually my shadow is at 0.90 and my highlight is 0.48 (because I liked it one time and then just kept it). You can also use the denoise option in vapoursynth, I just prefer photoshop, because it feels like I have more control over it. I know a lot of people don't use denoise at all, but I usually do with files less than 4k quality!
OBS! Using topaz denoise on smart objects in photoshop is a bit tricky, but I made a video about it once, so here you go! (the video is kind of outdated for me, so ignore the sharpening part and focus on the "how to do after you've put denoise on your gif" part. Also ignore my voice, thank you).
Sharpening:
These are my settings for sharpening. If I think the gif is a bit too sharp after I've added a blur filter, I change the amount (mængde, sorry my ps is in Danish) to 80% and that usually does the trick!
If you use all of these, this is how the smart object will look, before you convert it into frames
Let me know if you have any other questions or anything at all!! ♥
#ask#answered#anon#tutorial#kind of#I've kind of considered doing a “maja's tricks and tips for colouring and other stuff with gifs” post so let me know if that has any intere#i answered this as soon as i got home cause I got excited that someone was asking me for tips ♥
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EVERY SOME MONTHS OF 2023 IN CONTENT! tagged by my beloveds @xiaojuun, @baekhyunnybyun and @huangrenjuns thank you!! rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love! I remade in july and i'm gonna use just the gifs i made on here <3
JULY: most popular / favorite set: starry kyungmin ! to be honest i never spected a 8turn set to get so many notes considering i had like 10 followers at the time lmao and its my favorite because i loooove the quality and the coloring idk how i did that with a 1080p video
AUGUST: damn i giffed a lot this month; most popular: this yeji set one of my most beloveds; favorite: the ICONIC seungwoo set again im obsessed w the coloring and the quality here
SEPTEMBER: i only have one evnne set so
OCTOBER: most popular: sungchan; favorite: puppy minhee
NOVEMBER: ok NOW i giffed a lot omg most popular: ningning i'm the drama favorite: cloud , bury punchnello mv set i think this is my favorite set of the year it is so dear to me
tagging: @winxys @sunghanbin @taegyunie @gnanii @kangyeosaang @mizugucci @souladies @hwichanis @kimjiwoong sorry if you already did this!! and pls feel free to ignore
#tag game#i have like a thousand other sets on my old blog but inm not proud of most of them anymore so
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BBU Community days April 16th/day 3: Rules
Words: Just over 500
Content: institutionalized slavery, BBU, oblivious whumper, experienced whumpee, lady whumper, self-deprecation for like one sentence, I think that’s it but tell me if I need to add anything else pls
“Okay. If we’re going to have a good time together, we’re going to lay down some ground rules.” The young lady in front of her new pet said, dressed in a white skirt and too-big pink sweater while she loomed over him, her long blonde hair drooping in front of her face.
“Yes, master.” The pet replied from where he kneeled on the floor, the box he had came in behind him. While probably years older than her, he had the air of meekness that was common for a pet that had been in the system for a long time.
“First off, can you ple-” She started to politely make a request of him, before stopping herself abruptly. “Stop calling me master. It sounds like you just got here five minutes ago and are still pre-programmed.”
Ignoring the fact that he had, indeed, just gotten here five minutes ago and was still pre-programmed, he dutifully replied “Yes, Ma’am.” She then immediately made a noise of disgust, prompting the pet to flinch away from her.
That was probably a bad noise, the pet thought to himself, thinking of a million things she might do to a pet that disgusted her not ten minutes after the men from the WRU left to go deliver other pets to their forever homes. If I were a better pet, I wouldn’t cause her to make such a bad noise.
“My gosh, that’s even worse!” She exclaimed, standing up straight “Don’t ever call me that. Call me… Miss. Miss is good.” Her voice took on a tone that was trying to be authoritative, while she used her entire five foot tall self to look down at the man kneeling beneath her.
“Yes, Miss”
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s do the other rules. No getting on the furniture without permission, no opening the fridge or the cabinets unless I tell you to, don’t touch my artwork under any circumstances, not even in a life-or-death situation, don’t interrupt me while I’m sleeping, what was the other one…” She trailed off, while the pet was relieved at the simplicity of her ruleset. He had rules similar to those before, and was prepared to deal with simple things like them.
His new master (Mistress? The pet wasn’t entirely sure) suddenly shot up, pointing two fingers in the air. “I remember! Wait here one second.” She said before rushing off, leaving the pet to obediently wait for her to come back. She did so a few minutes later, holding a box with wording he couldn’t make out on the sides.
“Sorry if it took me long, but my mom sent me this!” She said before pulling a pink piece of leather that the pet recognized instantly out of the box. “It’s in my favorite color, it’s very high quality, it even has your new name sewn onto it! Isn’t that nice?” She asked, seeming very pleased with the collar that her mother had brought.
“The last rule that I have: wear this at all times. That way, other people know that you belong to me!”
#whump#writing#whumpblr#whump blog#bbucommunity#bbu community days#bbucd24#day3#bbu#just generally tried to make her as inexperienced and oblivious as possible#I think I succeeded#Also I might draw this later if I feel like it
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