#(ta da? XD)

[artsyclowny]

I'am Clown and weird ahré

Jokizto, tell me, tell me :3

[aparticularbandit]

An Escapade in Homelessness

Summary: Mukuro chooses the wrong time and place to get sick during her stint of being homeless. Fortunately for her, Akane is there to help out.

brought to you by @danggirlronpa said there wasn't any Akane/Mukuro content. Here's more.

Rating: T with the understanding that this is pre-canon and so there are implications of things that happened pre-canon that aren't discussed on-screen.

Additional TW for discussions of cannibalism and disturbing imagery.

AO3

They taught her how to kill, but they didn’t teach her how to live on the streets.

They taught her how to hunt people, but not how to hunt for food, and you would think that one would easily translate into the other, but it doesn’t.  Locusts are tiny and jumpy and fast, which makes them really hard to catch, and also you can’t shoot a locust without losing the locust, which makes it absolutely not useful for food.  You can’t shoot all of the bees around a hive without probably shooting the hive, which wastes most of the honey (and also means that she’ll probably get stung by a lot of bees, which no one likes).  You can’t really shoot a fish without having to worry about it dropping, and then it’s incredibly hard to find (because trust her, she tried, and it sucked, and then she tried to catch one with her bare hands, which works better but still isn’t great).  And people notice if their horses are missing or their cats or their dogs, and there aren’t nearly as many wild rabbits as you might think, and the patterns of how animals move and hide are so different from humans, and there aren’t enough forests around here for her to try and find fresh deer meat.  (She probably could strip a deer, if she could find one, but she’s been going through cities, not through forests, and even rural areas don’t have nearly as many deer as you’d think, and people get real upset if you try to snatch something from their livelihood – not that she minds, because she’s pretty good at not getting caught, but.)

If not for the sanctity of human life or whatever, she’d kill a person and strip them down and eat that, but that’s generally frowned upon in polite society.  Or any society, really.  Also she’s pretty sure her sister would care if she found out she’d been eating people, and not in the fun way.  (To be fair, she’d probably care if she found out she’d been eating people in the fun way, too, but she’d be more likely to use that for jokes than disgust.  Not that she’s done either.  She’ll probably hold that over her head, too.)

So while Mukuro’s not exactly starving when she stumbles into what is probably the bad side of town (all sides of town are the bad sides of town, some of them are just better at hiding it behind money and wealth and caring only about gathering everything they can get their hands on and not sharing any of that with the people who desperately need something to get by), she’s definitely hungry.  Her stomach is all sorts of fucked up because she hasn’t eaten enough and also the last thing she ate (raw fish, because she couldn’t get a fire started without alerting the wild animals, and she really didn’t feel like fighting any of them over her single fish, even if she would have won, even if she could have eaten their flesh later) isn’t quite sitting well – or that’s the bad water that she drank that looked good but apparently maybe actually wasn’t good.

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that she’s hungry and she’s sick and she’s tired when she slumps down in an alleyway that looks mostly abandoned, rests her head against a full bag of trash (it’s softer than the wall behind her, and it’s easier to hide if she does it among trash bags than flush in the open against the wall), and closes her eyes.

Now, Mukuro has a good concept of time, unlike some people, which means she knows that roughly fifteen minutes pass between the time she closes her eyes and the time she feels another girl nudging her with her crusty shoe.  (She knows it’s a girl because she doesn’t laugh.  Boys always laugh first, like she’s some secret stench that they’ve found and want to share to disgust their friends; girls nudge with their shoe because they want to check on her but they don’t want to get her stench on them, if they can help it.)

“Hey.  You alive?”

The voice confirms that this is a girl, at least.  Maybe if she plays dead long enough, the girl will leave her alone.

“Man.  I don’t wanna have to drag another body to the crema—”

“I’m not dead, you dweeb.”  Mukuro cracks an eye open and glares at the girl with dark skin and darker hair.  “I’m trying to take a nap.  So buzz off.”

The girl tilts her head to one side.  “Real shit place to nap.  Police’ll come by and scavenge you in about….”  She sniffs the air.  “Few minutes.”

Mukuro sniffs.  She can’t smell anything but the trash.  “I’ll kill ‘em then.”

“Yeah?  You a good fighter?”  The girl’s eyes light up.  “Get some food in me, and I’ll wipe the floor with you!”

Mukuro blinks.  “I thought I was going to fight the police.”

“Yeah, fight the scumbags later.  I’m more fun!”  The girl pops a hand on her hip and flashes Mukuro a bright smile.

Mukuro just stares at her for a few seconds and says nothing.  Then she curls up one side away from her, holding a bag of trash to her stomach like a stuffed animal.  (She’s only ever had one, a black bear with the cutest pinprick eyes, and Oto-sama ripped it in half with his bare hands.  Her sister sewed one of the halves to half of her white bear as a form of solidarity, but it didn’t matter.  It’s not like she could keep the bear with her anyway.)

“Hey, we gotta go!”

The girl grabs her shoulder – digs her grubby, shorn nails through the rip in Mukuro’s shirt to the skin below – and tears her out of the safe comfort of the trash, lifts her over her shoulder like she’s nothing more than a bag of trash herself, and sprints out of the alleyway.

“W-wait!”  Mukuro pounds her fists against the girl’s shoulder.  “Put me down!”

“Nah, you’da stayed in the trash heap, and then you woulda died, and I don’t feel like lettin’ someone else die right now, so you’re just gonna come with me, and then we can fight later!”  The girl grits her teeth together.  “You weigh nothin’.  You been eatin’ right?  Who am I kiddin’, you were in the trash, ain’t nobody sleepin’ in trash who eats right.  Did you at least check the trash for scraps?”

“I didn’t think about that.”

The girl groans.  “Man, you suck.  There was probably some good stuff in there, and now it’s all gonna be gone!”  She scuffs the toe of one shoe on the ground as she keeps running.  “Scavengers’ll get it while we’re gone!”

Mukuro tries to pull herself out of the girl’s grip again, but it’s like steel.  “I thought you said the police were coming.”

“After the police!”  The girl scowls.  “Whadda ya think I was doin’ there?”

Mukuro doesn’t answer that, too preoccupied with getting herself out.  She doesn’t like being carried, and she especially doesn’t like being carried somewhere she doesn’t know.  “Can you let me down?  I can walk, you know.”

“Nah.  You’ll just run away, and then we won’t be able to fight.”

“I didn’t agree to a fight with you.  You just assumed—”

Immediately, the girl drops her to the ground and glares at her.  “I just saved your life!”

“Doubt it.”  Mukuro shifts just enough to keep herself from landing on anything too important (a sprained ankle or wrist right now would not be great) and then pushes herself up.  Her eyes narrow as she takes the girl in.  “You wouldn’t even beat me.  You’re too scrawny for that.”

“Says you.”

Mukuro dusts herself off, although that’s pointless after trying to nap surrounded by garbage bags, and then holds out her hand.  “Mukuro,” she says.  “Ikusaba Mukuro.”

The girl stands at her hand.  “What’s that?”

“A handshake.  It’s a thing you do when you introduce yourself.”

“Uh-huh.”  The girl just stares at her hand.  “Looks like a good way to start a throw down.”

“I’m not fighting you.”

“Yeah.  You said.”  The girl doesn’t take her hand.  “Owari Akane.”  She stares at Mukuro and sniffs again.  “You hungry?  I’m always hungry.  You got anything to eat?”

Mukuro shakes her head.  “No.”  Whether that’s an answer to the first question or the second one is up to Akane’s interpretation; it’s a lie, if the first, but she’s not going to tell her that.  Her stomach recoils, and her face grows white.  “I haven’t been feeling so good.”

Akane steps back, away from her.  “You gonna get sick?”

“No.”

Mukuro’s actually not sure about this.  She absolutely could get sick at probably any moment.  She’s just not going to do it in front of this girl.  (She remembers what it is to show weakness in front of someone who would take advantage of it, who would only hurt her for showing it to them.  This girl wants to fight her for no reason; she refuses to show weakness to her.)

But Akane scowls at her.  “You’re gonna get sick.”  Before Mukuro can say anything, she grabs her and throws her over her shoulder again.  “I gotta friend who can fix you up.  But you better not get sick on me!” she says as she breaks out into a sprint again.

“I’m not going to get sick.”

Mukuro says that, but the problem with being manhandled and carried over someone else’s shoulder is that it does not help her stomach.  If anything, it just makes it worse.

But she’s not going to get sick.

She’s not.

(Force of will in the Ikusaba family is very strong.  She won’t get sick until she’s good and ready to get sick.  That’s how this works.

…most of the time.)

~

Akane carries a Mukuro who is doing her best to keep her mouth shut tight for ten minutes through alleyways and streets that she clearly knows better than the back of her hand.  Every now and again, she gives Mukuro a warning, and then jumps – parkours – from one wall to another to jump over a fence or barricade; at these moments, Mukuro digs her teeth into her lower lip to keep from heaving.  She would have been fine if Akane left her alone; all of these carrying and jumping is making things worse.  Finally, Akane jumps to the top of a wall, grabs hold of a window frame, and swings both of them through the window before dropping Mukuro unceremoniously on a dirty, stained mattress.

(Some of the stains are blood.  Mukuro knows what those look like.)

“Mikan!” Akane calls out, cupping her hands around her mouth.  The name comes out like two syllables as she calls it again – Mi-kan – like Rika calling out ni-pah! in that stupid horror show her sister found so fascinating.  (It was the games that the club members played with each other that she’d loved so much, more than the horror stuff; maybe, if Mukuro had stayed there, they would have formed their own club and had their own pranks and games, but she’ll never know that now.)  And again, her face scowling after a few seconds, “Mi-kan!”

Followed by the furious sound of someone running up the stairs and the appearance of a girl paler than Mukuro’s ghastly face with uneven hair the color of a fading bruise.  One of her arms and one of her legs are bandaged – opposite ones, like a fashion statement, although Mukuro’s pretty sure it’s not that.  The girl shuts the door behind her and turns to Akane with round, uncertain eyes.  “A-A-Akane, now is a…is a b-b-bad t-t-time—”

“But Mikan!”  Akane claps her hands together like a prayer and bows her head the slightest bit.  “You said if I need help to come see ya again!  And I gotta friend who needs help!”

Mukuro slowly pushes herself up.  “Friend is an…an overstatement.”

Akane shoots her a look.  “You’re gonna fight me, which means you’re a friend.”  She grins at her, a grin that quickly fades, brows furrowing in consternation, as she continues, “Except I kick the shit out of the assholes who try to steal my good stolen food, but you’re not tryin’ ta steal from me, so,” she grins again, “you’re okay!”

While they talk, Mikan slowly scoots over to Mukuro.  She holds a hand to Mukuro’s forehead, and Mukuro instinctively flinches away from her touch.  Mikan’s eyes widen.  “N-n-no!  I won’t hurt you!  I’m a….”  She hesitates, her face flushing.  “I’m not a…not a nurse, b-b-but I’m really good at…at taking care of people.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”  Akane crosses her arms and stares at her.  “I’m no good with sick, but Mikan’ll back me up.  Right?”

Mikan gives Mukuro a general look then nods.  “I’ll take very good care of you.”

“No.  I need to go.”  Mukuro tries to push herself up off the mattress, her stomach roiling again.  “I’ve got to get to Enoshima.”

Akane’s expression shifts, her eyes widening.  “What, like the island?  That’s where that other girl wanted to go!”  She crosses her arms and thinks strongly for a few seconds.  “It’s been a while.  But if you see her, you should tell her I said hi!”  Her face falls.  “Only I didn’t tell her my name.”

“What….”  Mikan looks up at Akane.  “What…girl?”

“I met her before I found you,” Akane says and shrugs.  Then she shoves Mukuro back down onto the mattress and sits next to her.  “You’re not gonna get there if you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick.”

“Quit lyin’ to me!  I’ll beat it out of you!”

“P-p-please don’t fight h-h-here!”

Mukuro sighs and flops back on the mattress.  She hates to admit it, but there’s an element of truth in what Akane’s saying.  Even Fenrir hadn’t wanted sick operatives out in the field.  Being sick makes you more liable to make a mistake, to cause a fatality.  This might just be food poisoning, and she might be able to stick it out and move on just fine, but if Akane carrying her everywhere taught her anything, it’s that her stomach is not in any position for her to go anywhere just yet.  And a room with a roof over her head and a mattress under her back – even a blood-stained one – is better than curling up with a trash bag as a pillow.

“This is a safe place to stay?” Mukuro asks, staring at Mikan.  “You take care of sick people here, and they don’t have to worry about anything?”

Mikan’s gaze drops, and her hands draw up in front of her chest in small fists, an inadequate defensive measure against either of the people in the room with her.  “I can take…,” she starts to say, her face flushing.  “If you’re my patient,” she tries again, firmer this time, “I will take very good care of you.”

“Yeah, last time I ate from one of the dumps near that seafood place, she nursed me right back to better!”  Akane beams and pats Mikan’s shoulder hard enough that Mikan squeaks and curls tighter in on herself.  “The best part is she doesn’t cost anything!”

But Mukuro looks over Mikan and thinks that probably she does cost something, just not anything Akane can see.  “I’ll stay then,” she says and meets Mikan’s eyes when Mikan looks up at her.  “At least until I feel better.”

“So you are sick!”

“No.  I’m not sick.”

Akane just beams at her.  She grabs the lip of the window again and hangs half out of it.  “I’ll be back before you leave,” she says, “so we can have our fight!”

“A-A-Akane, if you…if you fight, then she’ll be stuck here l-l-longer—”

But Akane swings out of the window before Mikan can finish her sentence.  Mikan sighs and glances back to Mukuro.  “P-p-please don’t fight here,” she repeats, soft.

“I don’t plan on fighting her,” Mukuro says, “and if I do, she’s the one who will be stuck here.  I don’t think that’s a good return for her kindness, do you?”

~

The days pass – days, because Mukuro’s food poisoning gets worse before it gets better – and Mikan keeps an eye on her, just like she said she would.  Every day, Akane swings back in through the window to check on her, to see if she’s ready to fight, and every day, she swings back out with her tail between her legs, scowling because Mukuro hasn’t gotten better fast enough.  Finally, though, Mukuro does feel better, well enough to leave, but she has no intention of waiting for Akane to return to fight her.

“Tell her I said thank you,” Mukuro says as she laces up her boots.  She brushes her hands along her dirty clothes, even though it still doesn’t do much of anything, and then stands.  A myriad of knives and other weapons sit on the floor next to her, and she begins to hide them on her person again.

Mikan’s gaze drops.  “Sh-sh-she’s not going to be…to be happy about this.”

Mukuro glances at her.  “She won’t hurt you, will she?  You won’t last long in a fight.”  She’d tried to give Mikan some tips and tricks during her stay, but she’s not sure how many of them stuck.  Most of it was spoken; it would be better to stay for a little while longer and give her some actual practice, but she doesn’t have time for that.  She needs to get to Enoshima.

She needs to find her sister.

“N-n-no.”  Mikan offers Mukuro a small, sweet smile.  “I-I-I would be no good in a f-f-fight.  A-A-Akane knows that.”

Mukuro nods.  She hesitates, not wanting to give Mikan a hug but wanting to offer her some form of comfort regardless, and then reaches over and places a hand on her shoulder.  “Come find me,” she says, “if you ever need anything.”

“O-o-of course.”

Then Mukuro grabs the lip of the window the same way she’s seen Akane do, drops onto the nearest roof, and makes her way out of the city.

~

At the city’s edge, Mukuro finds Akane waiting for her with one hand propped on her hip and a big smile on her face.  She scuffs her boots on the ground and scowls.  “I don’t want to fight—”

“Yeah, I know!”  Akane walks forward to meet her.  “You’re leaving before you’re top notch, and I don’t wanna fight you when you’re all weak and shit.”  She shifts the strap of a backpack from her shoulder and then shoves it into Mukuro’s hands.  “It’s a lot of walkin’ from here to Enoshima, so I got you the best thing!”  She beams as Mukuro opens the pack.  “Food!  But not the kind that’ll make you get all sick again.”

Mukuro stares at the food in the pack.  Some of it’s bread, which won’t last very long at all, but most of it’s stuff that will last, at least for a little while.  Even further down, there are a few unopened bottles of water, which in her professional opinion is even better.  She’ll save those for later, to make sure they last just as long as possible.  She also won’t ask how Akane got any of it, not because that’s rude, but because she has a general idea and she doesn’t want to know.  Instead, she pulls out one of the bread rolls and hands it over to her.  “You need to eat, too,” she says, not looking up to meet her eyes.  “You have to be at your best when I come back.”

Akane’s eyes widen, and for a moment, Mukuro is certain she’s going to tell her not to come back.  But then she just grins.  “I’m always at my best!”  Still, she’s munching on the roll as Mukuro walks away, and when Mukuro looks back only a few seconds later, the roll is already gone.

This time, when Mukuro pulls out a roll, she stares at it for a few seconds before taking a bite.  It’s soft and warm and good and filling.  She takes another bite.

(She forgot to say thanks.  That’s okay.  Mikan will say it for her.)

[moonsugar-and-spice]

△ Lu Da, if you were to have the opportunity to, say, rendezvous in a bedroom with Ta Ming, Ozai and Kinumi, would you consider it?

4/10. You've caught him off guard, but he's mostly just amused.

“In a universe where Ta Ming wouldn’t burn to the ground at the barest suggestion of that…?” 

His lips pull to the side as he strokes his stubbled jaw in exaggerated thoughtfulness. A brief moment, and his eyes skate back, lit with an answer. 

“Assuming everyone’s enthusiastic and down for the ride—” smirk sharpening, a discreet little wink— “or at least’s had enough alcohol to drown their inhibitions, and the offer was there?”

Lu Da lets the rest of it hang in the air, shrugging suggestively.

“Now, do I have the tingly sort of feelings for Ozai? I mean, no. But life is about exploring uncharted territories, pushing boundaries, and I've never been one to shy away from a little adventure. And besides, have you seen that couple?” The tattoos on his face crease with a rakish grin. “A little coaxing and I might be convinced.”

Send a △ and ask my character(s) a really invasive question.

[echoalias]

Inktober Day Four: Dodge (Viper)

[raycatz]

I tried making a translation for homesick to Wind Waker Hylian for fun! As a loan word from English to Japanese to Wind Waker Hylian it would look like this.

homesick ホームシック (hōmushikku)

Okay- I love Hylian languages and I noticed you have what I think is Wind Waker Hylian below the "Homesick" in your banner. But when I tried translating it to Japanese but all I got was gibberish (ズバヅゴボゼゲダ [zubadugobozegeda]). Does the Hylian have a translation or did I go wrong somewhere in the process? P.S. absolutely love your comic, the Twilight Princess Hylian was ✨divine✨

OH HAHA YEAH I used a font that just maps the ww hylian letters onto the English keyboard, so it’s literally just “homesick” typed out that way 😅 not accurate at all

[zetadraconis11]

I was wondering how do you think the hl characters would react if they found out how much money MC has and were surprised at how expensive the gifts that MC brought with her are?

I'd say they would be at least shocked, lol. It's even crazier how the game just says it's "gold". The only currency (in Harry Potter) that looks like gold in the wizarding world is galleons, which is the most expensive coin. And MC just finds chests that can be opened when you're Disillusioned, and each chest has 500 gold.

I get from a game developer's standpoint that it's easier to just do one coin currency, but...in the magic world? Yeah, MC is loaded XD

*In the Room of Requirement*

Sebastian: Hey, MC, what's this area over here?

MC: Oh, that's my vault. It's where I keep all my valuables and things I found throughout the year.

Natty: Oh, like what?

MC: I'll show you! *opens the door* Ta-da!

The group:

Amit: I-is that a massive pile of...Galleons?

Poppy: ...Maybe it's leprechaun gold?

MC: I have no idea what you're talking about, but I found tons of these coins in numerous chests all over.

Ominis: I have wandered all over this castle, and I never knew these chests were out there!

MC: You have to use the Disillusionment charm on the chests, and then open them. But! That's not the most valuable things I found! *waves to the piles of different clothing* Check out all these scarves! Oh, and look at these different robes! They're so soft, Ominis. I think you'd like them. Oh, and these wand handles! Do you guys want some? I have so many.

The group: *watches MC go on about all the things she found*

Sebastian: ...Bless her heart, she really has no idea how rich she is.

Ominis: Make sure she doesn't impulsively overspend. That's how my family's fortune became squandered.

[furiarossa]

You should do a redesign of Clockwork, or Pariah Dark if you’ve already done Clockwork.

So let's start off big, shall we? Having to re-design one of the fandom's favorite characters... hmmm... prepare to see him completely butchered!

Or better... prepare to see them completely butchered. We love the idea of strong, elemental ghosts being sexless, genderless creatures, just forces of nature. Leeeet's go!

Here's our new babey:

Clockface

(Just as Clockwork does not show in his drawing any inner workings of mechanical devices, Clockface, obviously, does not show his face XD. Also, Clockwork would have been a very uncharacteristic name for the kind of stories we write, so we definitely had to change it)

Clockface is a nodal ghost (we'll expand on that later, for now the explanation is only available in Italian) with a chronokinetic core.

Appearance 

Clockface, like all nodal ghosts, has an inhuman appearance. 

They're conceptually connected to clocks, calendars, the concept of lost time, and the color purple. 

Despite being entirely composed of ectoplasm, their upper and lower body appear noticeably different: the upper, constantly ticking, resembles a steampunk robot, with gears and "metallic" parts, while the lower is more similar to that of a "common" spiritual entity, with a variable and smoky shape, but which becomes increasingly fragmented, and rotten and decaying, going lower. 

They wear a white mask, which does not hide any face, but only other gears, which in turn protect their core. Their eyes are not located on his head, but on his chest, and are a bright purple color, the same as their aura.

Trivia

They are not a particularly well-liked spirit, and as such there are many nicknames given to them by the other inhabitants of the Otherworld. One of these is simply his name, but without the L.

Clockface is not completely incapable of speaking without singing, but is so obsessed with the idea of ​​"keeping time" that they must sing it vocally. It seems that the metronome that is implanted in their chest was somehow not originally part of their body, but had it implanted.

Clockface is capable of possessing clocks, but has such respect for the passage of time that they always ends up not changing them in any way; a clock possessed by Clockface looks and acts like a normal clock.

Here are the sketches we used to build their design: (with some extra explanations and the visualization of what is the mask actually hiding!)

As you can see, at the start their design was much more similar to Clockwork, we just established that we wanted the weird clockwork-seethrough-head, and then slowly we worked to change it to the final result!

So, ta-da! From this to this:

We'll slowly post all the re-designed and re-written characters HERE. And we'll also post more art, concepts and worldbuilding related to them!

Also HERE the original post in which we talking about redesigning DP characters.

[Oh, and a lot more of our Danny Phantom fanarts: Here’s our tag on tumblr!]

★ Instagram|Facebook|FurAffinity|Deviantart|Commission prices★

[teecupangel]

So, I’ve been playing skyward sword and I’m in absolute love with the flight control - so naturally I started thinking of Desmond as a loftwing. I think he’d be light brown, like dark sand maybe, with gold and white accents. Colour of his hair, colour of his hoodie, colour of the Eye, etc. Hawk/eagle colours. I don’t think he’d find it hard to adapt to… uh, becoming a really big bird. Big enough to bite Templar heads off with his massive beak! Maybe even big enough for a human to… ride?

Huh. This is neat. Wonder if Altair wants to go flying. Thus: Altair becomes the Eagle of not only Masyaf, but also the Skies Over Masyaf. Well, at least he’s having fun! (Though the thin strap on the simple saddle Altair made for Desmond is distressingly flimsy, Desmond keeps worrying that the buckle will fail and his ancestor will fall off…)

Few centuries later, Ezio finds a massive bird in a stasis crystal in the Sanctuary under Monterriggioni, the same shape and size as the stone bird standing curled around Altair’s statue. When he puts a hand on the crystal, it shatters, and the bird wakes up, immediately moving to preen Ezio’s hair. Ta-da! Loftwing companion, get!

Leonardo agrees to make a more secure double-strap saddle for Desmond that buckles both in front of his wing joints and behind them under the feathers, for the low low price of letting Leonardo fly on him a few times. F-For science, of course! There’s no way a bird this big should be flight worthy, after all! It has nothing to do with how nice it feels to fly, or how the shape of the wings has Leo rethinking his flight machine, and, oh! This crest is so soft, and Desmond is very permissive with petting…

My first thought is that Desmond would have the same coloring as a roseate spoonbill XD

But your coloring matches him even better.

For the saddle, I think it would start off as a simple saddle then Altaïr would start to use the Apple to make a better, more efficient saddle.

And that’s the saddle that Leonardo finds in one of the codex pages. He modifies it so it would become a double-strap saddle with a design befitting a Leonardo Da Vinci work. (Not that Altaïr’s saddle was ugly, it was just focused on performance and Altaïr didn’t care about how it looked other than the colors should complement Desmond)

Altaïr also made the saddle have more utility and Desmond was used to having supplies on his back.

Of course, Ezio thinks that bulky supplies doesn’t look good on Desmond and Desmond is just like “I really don’t care but it’s not like you can understand what I’m saying so you just do you, Ezio.” while Leonardo agrees.

So, Desmond while with Altaïr felt more like a majestic wild beast of the skies.

With Ezio though? Desmond turns into a divine bird of justified vengeance courtesy of Ezio’s ideas that Leonardo has to interpret and turn into reality (the woes of all artists with unreasonable clients)

Claudia saw the expenses and borrowed a mercenary’s sword to cut her own brother down XD

[fuckingmoonprince]

motylki i tiktok i sratatata

Jak ktoś oczekuje mądrej i jakokolwiek merytorycznejj wypowiedzi to skipnijcie początek bo tam się trigerruje

przepraszam ale strasznie mnie nosi i aż muszę się wypowiedzieć

Kurwa jebana mac XD to jak się unosicie jest aż śmieszne i mean

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Dobra może ostatnio na tiktoku trochę głośniej zrobiło się na temat motylkowania, ale też macie nie do końca prawdziwy obraz, bo tutaj kłania się algorytm, jeżeli wcześniej przeglądaliście coś związanego z ed to teraz też wam się to wyświetla

A poza tym kurwa na tiktoku jest wszystko i prędzej czy później i tak ed by tam się zaczęło "rozpowszechniac" bo to logiczne jak ludzie chorują to się na ten temat wypowiadają

I chciałabym powiedzieć tak: ja czy ktokolwiek z was jakoś się na tym tumblerze znaleźliśmy, wiec bez tiktoka też się da, też się o tym dowie, jak ma się w pewnym sensie "skłonność" żeby do tego wpaść to nie ma znaczenia czy tumblera i motylki znajdzie się przypadkiem szukając sposoby na schudnięcie, czy oglądając rzeczy o ed na tt, bo srry ale osoby zdrowe na 98% to skipują

Poza tym też nie róbcie z tumblera takiego magicznego zamkniętego miejsca BO TAKIM NIE JEST są tutaj też zupełnie inni ludzie, I tutaj zaskoczenie znów algorytm, jak mam drugie konto tutaj i nie mam tak tagów z ed ani nic nie wyszukuje w tym temacie to za chuda nigdy mi się nic motylkowego nie wyświetliło, więc na tą "stronę" trzeba świadomie wejść ig

No ale wracając do zamkniętego miejsca, tumbler też taki nie jest są ludzie będący tu po fos zupełnie innego i sobie żyją obok i jakoś nikt z was nie bierze ich pod pachę i nie wywala BO TO TYLKO DLA MOTYLKÓW no srry ale tak nie jest

To samo z twitterm (nie akceptuje nazwy x XDD) KTO WYZNACZA GDZIE MOZNA A GDZIE NIE BO TAKIE TO TROCHE UNLOGIC na twt można na tumblerze można ALE NIE TT TO NIE LEGALNE JUZ

wiec y jak chcecie to pomyślcie o tym bo tak trochę bez sensu ta cała nagonka

[indieyuugure]

There is No Such Thing As a Baby Jolteon!

Mikey: *holding up his newly drawn picture* Ta-da! Like my picture?

Raph: Wow! That’s really amazing Mikey! I love the colors!

Donnie: *still playing on his phone* Yeah what Raph said.

Leo: *squinting at the picture* what’s it supposed to be, a puffer fish?

Mikey: *rolling his eyes* no LEO, it’s not a PUFFER FISH! See, it’s a family of Jolteons! Here’s the mama, here’s the daddy, and right here’s the baby Jolte-

Leo: WOAH-WOAH-WOAH, HOLD UP! YOU CAN’T HAVE A BABY JOLTEON THAT’S JUST AN EEVEE!

Mikey: WHAT!? NO! WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN IF TWO JOLTEONS HAVE A BABY?!

Leo: IT’D JUST BE AN EEVEE!

Mikey: RAPH!

Mikey and Leo: *turns to Raph with expectant scowls*

Raph: *looks around nervously* uhhhhhhh…*glances at Donnie*

Donnie: What?! Don’t look at me! Pokémon is their thing!

Donnie: …

Donnie: Though Leo’s right.

Mikey: *breaks down in tears* WHAT!? B-BUT-! HOW COULD YOU, DONNIE!?

Leo: *ecstatic about being right* Ha! I told you so, and you didn’t believe me! Yes!

Raph: *glaring at Donnie for not diffusing the situation*

Donnie: *blankly stares back because he has nothing to be sorry for*

(A real situation that happened between me, my sister and some of our friends, lol XD)

[dawkacynizmu]

poniedziałek 09.09

۶ৎ podsumowanie dnia

zjedzone — 1100 kcal

śnił mi się tak realistyczny wypadek samochodowy że jak obudził mnie dźwięk budzika to myślałam że umieram a ta muzyczka to pochodzi z radia samochodu które się nie wyłączyło przy dachowaniu xD mega dziwne doświadczenie. sen zaczął się tym że byłam na zakupach w jakimś markecie z siostrą i jej się bardzo spieszyło, chciałam kupić jogurt do picia i wybierałam taki który ma najmniej kcal (tak kurwa moje ed musi uczestniczyć nawet w najbardziej dramatycznych snach) kiedy ona nagle wybuchnęła złością i zaczęła mnie poganiać mówiąc że jej się spieszy i mam brać pierwszy lepszy. nie wiem dokąd tak pędziłyśmy ale jechała bardzo niebezpiecznie, w pewnym momencie zadzwonił do niej mój kuzyn który kilka lat temu umarł właśnie w wypadku samochodowym i zaczął coś opowiadać o tym że właśnie jedzie do domu i trochę wypił. ona przekonywała go ze ma nie siadać za kierownicą skoro jest w takim stanie i ma zostać u jego rodziców w domu na noc (tak właśnie było w rzeczywistości, miał wypadek wracając z domu rodziców do siebie tylko ze nie był pijany ani nic z tych rzeczy) i zanim zdążył odpowiedzieć auto siostry samo z siebie dachowało.

z bardziej pozytywnych spraw bardzo szybko minął mi ten dzień w szkole. zaczynałam o 10 dwoma w-f czyli mogłam sobie odpuścić i przyjechać do szkoły na 12 ale stwierdziłam że we wrześniu jeszcze będę ćwiczyć aby sobie nabić oceny a potem będę się zwalniać co tydzień. pierw biegaliśmy, potem mogliśmy robić co chcemy byleby czymś się zajmować więc udawaliśmy że się rozciągamy. chcąc nie chcąc przypatrzyłam się dwóm laskom z mojej klasy które mam wrażenie że schudły. to nie mój interes ale jakoś od razu to dostrzegłam mimo że to nie żadna drastyczna zmiana. dupsko zabolało.

ubrałam się bardzo lekko bo miało być 20 stopni + deszcz więc stwierdziłam że po prostu wezmę ze sobą parasolkę. dzięki niej nie zmokłam ale cholernie zmarzłam, mam nadzieję że nie będę chora. zawsze rozpoznaje kiedy będę mieć grypę już kilka dni wcześniej, popękane usta, lekkie bóle głowy i zatok. jeżeli w tym czasie zacznę brać jakieś leki to często całkiem mnie omija choroba. ostatnio choruję rzadziej ale porządniej, ostatnio rozjebało mnie jakoś przed Wielkanocą i siedziałam cały pełen tydzień w domu. ale ogółem odporność mam przyzwoitą, zdrowie też bardzo dobre (za co jestem wdzięczna i guess).

kiedy tak lało a ja czekałam na autobus z koleżanką, postanowiłyśmy schronić się przed deszczem w markecie który był niedaleko. obie nie miałyśmy żadnej kasy (skończył mi się żel do mycia twarzy i myję resztką płynu micelarnego #bieda aż czuję jak mój trądzik szykuje swój wielki powrót) więc tak sobie chodziliśmy z nudów po alejkach...głównie po słodyczach mówiąc a to bym zjadła, o a to kiedyś jadłam, bardzo dobre... jezuu dopadł mnie taki głód przez to że nawet jak już wróciłam do domu godzinę później dalej go czułam, miałam ochotę wpierdolić wszystko co się da. zapchałam się kapuśniakiem, marchewką, kilkoma innymi warzywami i kawą, potem zjadłam ogromną owsiankę i jest już w porządku, czuję się fizycznie i psychicznie najedzona (chociaż zjadłabym jeszcze jedną owsiankę, za każdym razem jak ją jem mam na nią coraz większą ochotę, jak to działa wyjaśni mi ktoś? ).

w domu obejrzałam odcinek criminal minds pod kocem, po tej chwili odpoczynku od razu czasowniki na francuski, trening, spakowałam się i mam teraz wszystko co powinnam zrobić wykonane więc świetnie, popiszę sobie książko/opowiadanie (poplanuję w zasadzie). mały update do olimpiady — zgłosiłam polonistce że jestem zainteresowana, pytała czy mam jakiś konkretny pomysł ale trochę nie umiałam sformułować co mam na myśli więc powiedziałam że nie do końca rozumiem temat przewodni. poprosiła abym przypomniała jej jutro po naszej lekcji bo spieszy się na dyżur, wtedy o tym pogadamy. o temacie właściwie myślałam, ale potrzebuję skonsultować czy jest właściwy. coś w stylu jak współcześne retellingi mitów greckich rozwijają postacie kobiece których historie były albo pomijane albo spłycane do roli matki/żony/kochanki na pewno spróbuję oprzeć się na Penelopiadzie choć sam ten pomysł przyszedł mi do głowy gdy myślałam o Bryzejdzie z Pieśni o Achillesie o której każda przeciętna osoba powie ci ze była branką Achillesa i nic więcej, a właśnie w pieśni zyskuje ona więcej charakteru, z tego co pamiętam (czytałam dosyć dawno) zajmowała się rannymi żołnierzami wraz z początkowo o nią zazdrosnym Patroklosem i ta dwójka ogółem nawiązała ze sobą przyjaźń.

pierwszy dzień diety dosłownie na styk xD miłego wieczoru 🩷🩶

[sailorsunnyfun101]

What about reverse? Cat Klarion and human Teekl would be so cool XD

If it would be cool...how is it!?, TA-DA!!

I hope you like it :333,oh god i forgot about the shadows now they look like they're floating :(

[bleue-flora]

‘Techno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Come on, Dream. Stop it!… That’s not cool, bro. Why you gotta take out all your frustration on my fancy teacups? I know you’re just mad that you don’t have a house, but bro we can go build you one. We can—we can even make it out of something better than dirt, alright?”’

Ta da! I made some art for the collaborative work, Crow’s Nest, we essentially wrote in a month, which is by far, my most diverse in content and longest fic. Thought it needed some like cool title art, since it’s basically the length of a book lol. (See below for symbolism and stuff)

- it’s kind of a combination of some main elements and themes from the fic: Steve (clearly the main character lol XD), tea, the broken teacups, Techno’s house… the stained floor

- the green tea cup represents Dream and well his broken state after prison, while the pink tinted glue represents Techno helping Dream heal and putting him back together.

- and obviously, a crow for the title and poem the chapters are named after.

- and despite my efforts, Tumblr has kinda ruined my quality, so here’s a zoomed in picture of the tea tag I made, which has the title of the fic and our names on it. :)

[oftincturedwords]

Tagged by the ever brilliant @glaivenoct ( thank you my dear !! <3 i love these tag games ! )

3 Ships I Like: Aziraphale/Crowley , Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin , & Geralt/Jaskier ( i just chose the first three to pop into my head )

First Ship Ever: James Kirk/Spock from Star Trek TOS/TAS

Last Song You Heard: Rún - SKÁLD

Favourite Childhood Book: Animal Ark series ( i read every one of these i could as a child & won't choose just one )

Currently Reading: Leeward by Katie Daysh

Currently Watching: Hornblower Mutiny

Currently Consuming: Air ? Feels for Bush , Archie , & Hornblower ? I don't have anything to eat or drink currently xD

Currently Craving: Bubble Tea ( @theancientvaleofsoulmaking our conversations have given me a craving afshdjfkflg )

No Pressure Tagging: @professorlehnsherr-almashy , @pain-in-the-asguardian , @beaconfeels , @heimich , @legolas--thranduilion , @wallywastaken , @dipstick-university , @cairistiona7 , @musewrangler , @ivorydice , @do-androids-dream-ao3acc , @solcorvidae , @uncannily-adroit , @phoenixspencer , @themisanthropiclycanthrope , @zelsisi , @yuzukimist , @itsaspacie , @inthedayswhenlandswerefew , @cupric-solution , @ourlordapollo , @outre-viridity , @adri-da-durgin , @hexagonaldecency , @inspirationmerls , @paintedgray , @callsign-shortstack , @pollyna , @sosooley , @atlantis-is-burning , @sublimepaperfury , @flosimo , @parragone , @bisamwilson , && whoever else wishes to do this , i tag you !

[seirindono]

How do you happen to do your shading id you don't mind sharing? Its so subtle and soft that you can't tell its there but it really helps highlight the characters

Phew, finally got some time on my hand to answer this one! It's a fairly simple/fast process so I figured I'd make a tuto once I'd get started on the shading for the next part, and here we are!

Alright so, we've got the panel (lazy screenshots cuz I'll never finish this if I have to export everytime ahah)

The advantage of digital art is that I don't have to think about color harmonies right from the start, I can always add filters and fiddle with the hues at any stage, so I just apply base colors at first and draw the background (it will help me build up a palette for the shadows later).

Okay, now the fun really begins. First I need to know which direction my shadows are likely to go and what atmosphere I want for the panel (which element I want to highlight? palette idea? etc). A sketch is enough to establish your intentions. Sometimes I'll mess up the lighting but it's okay to cheat if it looks coherent enough xD

(Patreons exclusive, shhh)

Now to create palette and apply the said shadows. I have a hand made one for TMS, but I had to make a special one for Ebott since there's a lot bg and kinda heavier atmosphere (I'll prbly have to make one for each part frow now on too hm). It's mostly made up of blues and greens (no black or greys here, but it can be fun to use in other styles! Purple too, so have fun!)

(My configuration - Produit=multiply?)

There, cast shadows (clothes, faces, folds, etc.) are roughly in place and looking sharp! Maybe a little bit too sharp actually... Let's smooth all that up

I use an airbrush eraser to soften a few shadows. Not necessarily all of them or the whole shape, you have to find the right balance of soft/sharp.

Now to spice things up a bit-

On a layer linked to the shadow layer, I add a lighter color that matches my light source or the environnement. Here it's a light blue, but in part VII I used a lot of orange (sun)! It makes the shadow much richer and the whole palette more vibrant!

(Again, you don't have to do it on all of them)

(not sure if you can see it lol but there's orange!)

And last but not least: Global shadow and filters (? never had to name or translate it bwahaha)

It's a lot of fiddling to achieve a result where the character looks more or less rooted in the background (=blue layers and filters to harmonize colors) and where I draw the last shadows. They're often the biggest ones (=on Axe's body+ leaf/tree shadows etc.).

You can use the techniques I've described above, or just go for it, it's completely freewheeling from here, ahem. Just make sure to step back regularly to see where you're at and stop.

(You can also add lights layers and spots if it's too dark but in this example, I use the base color as a light layer + their skulls are such a bright white already xD )

A bit of blur and ta-da~

Pretty easy, right?

[chimerqa]

Odkurzyłam 1/3 mieszkania. Przy tej temperaturze to dużo jak na mnie ;] może dziś się uda odkurzyć resztę?

Podobno o 16 ma być burza, bardzo na nią liczę. To pozwoli mi posprzątać resztę mieszkania.

I kot jakby chętny do pomocy;)

Ta łazienka jest obleśna, takie lata 90. Plus do tego mnóstwo debilnych rozwiązań, jakaś niezrozumiała myśl techniczna. Np toaleta na schodku prawie na środku łazienki, schodek do wanny, o który się czasem potykam, pralka prawie na środku wejścia, bo przez schodek nie da się dosunąć... No i hydraulika do wymiany. Czego się tam nie dotkne, to się pierdoli xD