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[kaelidascope]

I love your mm au so much literally if you made a series of one random one shots of just the bees and friends getting up to random shenanigans I would read it in a heartbeat

This is an old one but I might, actually. There were a lot of mini-scenes (and sex scenes) that got cut from the final product of MM due to story flow issues. There's this one scene I cut that I am turning into an art piece instead where they have a bath one morning and Blake sees Yang's stupid rubber ducky collection and asks if they can use them. Then they order pizza and have it while in the bath because what is life if you can't eat pizza while taking a bath (don't @ me about cleanliness ok let the girls live a little)

I really loved that scene, and I'm sad it didn't fit anywhere, but maybe some of y'all might actually wanna read it?

Other cut scenes include;

A very dirty sex scene after Lemon Custard that's full roleplay with the bees

Serena chases off new competition at the club (Neon Katt) by 'marking her territory' with Yang

The actual alley fight between Yang and the White Fang

Car sex LOL

Guy's Night 2.0 with Yang and Pyrrha but this time they have to track down Weiss and Blake WITH Ruby because they get lost after barhopping

Blake teaches Yang Bachata

Early Blake and Weiss before the events of MM when she was living with her for a while

More exploration of Blake dissociation issues

Flashback to Vernal teaching a teenage Yang how to shoot

A collection of mini-scenes that happen during the chapter called Eight that are meant to span over 8 months but don't fit the final product (small conversations, Blake and her parents, Weiss and Yang interactions, mundane stuff like that)

Where Emerald and Blake's long-standing rivalry comes from in literally everything

And a lot of bullshit small scene ideas that I've talked about in private with friends that were just misc details

Here's the sketch of that pizza bath scene as a treat

[churrothezanyrabbit]

uhh here’s part one!!

tw for str@ngl1ng and d3ath threats and (possible) manipulation n whatever else

read at your own risk probably

it had been a long day for everyone, and nobody was exactly in the greatest of moods. well, that was except for the short lucky-go-happy Churro. seemed tons like they were always happy, but that could easily be changed with the simplest of circumstances. or worse. but it wasn’t like that could change permanently, right? Churro had finished speaking with another toon in the prison-like building, however something slipped and they managed to fix the mistake, but seemed to quickly hurry back to their designated room they were assigned before asked anything else. what they didn’t know was someone had been listening in secret, and somehow, they hadn’t noticed.

twenty minutes had passed before Churro heard…slightly aggressive knocking on their door. it made them flinch a little, but they got up off their bed slowly and came to the door with hesitance, but half way there it opened on its own. the rabbit forgot to lock it this time, as they usually locked it before doing anything, really. the door opened and the knocker was revealed to be…Dorito? Churro seemed to immediately connect the dots in their head as soon as they saw the shielded look in his eyes. the tall fox toon stepped forward and Churro proceeded backwards slowly, Dorito following at the same speed.

“..afternoon, Churro, how are you?” Dorito asked.

“o-oh i’m- i-i’m fine-” Churro’s voice was shaky as they spoke, but they tried to hide it, clearing their throat. “a- and you-?” the rabbit added.

“i’m quite fine myself. i noticed you come to your room earlier than usual, are you sure something isn’t wrong, friend?” the fox urged on.

“i- yep-! just fine and dandy, th-thanks..” Churro continued slowly walking backwards, staring up at Dorito as he continued slowly approaching, hands peculiarly behind his back.

“how come your voice is shaking when you speak?”

“i-i- w-well i mean you’re a-approaching me and you s-seem mad s-so—“

“-oh i’m not mad.” Dorito quickly cut Churro off. odd. one of his ears twitched a bit and he continued approaching anyway, making the small rabbit continue backing up.

“th-then why’re you- uh- y-y’know-?”

“because. i want to talk to you.”

“..b-but it doesn’t mean you- g-gotta approach me, i-i can hear ya just fine, Dorito.. you’re.. acting weird—“

“do not accuse me of such behavior, Churro. i’m perfectly fine, you just don’t seem to understand how my emotions process.”

Churro seemed to flinch at the tone, glancing back at the up and coming wall they were close to backing into, and then back up at Dorito. the nonchalant questions continued for a brief moment longer before the anxious rabbit touched the wall, in which they froze.

"..u-uhm.."

Dorito became silent, staring down at Churro in a way he never had before. it...was scary, especially for the little rabbit. his eyes seemed to almost pierce through them, too. the fox, however, spoke up again. but this time, he had gotten down and in Churro's face, and in a cold, quiet, menacing tone, he asked another, scarier question.

"i presume you thought it was just.. oh-so funny, to rat me out to someone else, did you?" that didn't sound good. Churro went silent, but as they went to explain...

"gNK-!"

Dorito held Churro just three or four inches above the ground with his large hands clasped tightly around the smaller rabbit's smaller neck. he was strangling Churro, and...really aggressively. the rabbit immediately tried to get Dorito to let go, trying to gasp for air weakly and flailing one arm at him with their claws, attempting to scratch at him. they, however, could thump one foot on the wall to try and get the attention of someone. unfortunately, Dorito seemed to notice and spot this action, which made him tighten his grip and make them stop. the strangling continued for four to five minutes longer before footsteps were heard approaching. Dorito quickly dropped Churro and kneeled down beside the rabbit, who was now coughing and breathing heavily, holding their neck with one hand, but gentler. Churro seemed to have coughed up some slight blood as well. the footsteps were those of Oswald, who peeked in and noticed Churro in the condition they were in.

"what- what happened-?" Oswald asked, standing in the doorway.

Dorito placed a hand among Churro's back as he lied and explained, “Churro was choking on food, i helped them lodge it out. it was scary for the lil thing. right." the fox looked down at the rabbit, who flinched when they felt his hand. Churro slightly glanced up at Dorito, and then quickly back down with quick nods and small coughs.

"m-mhm- d-damn ch- cheese slice-" the rabbit added. they were scared of what would happen if they didn't agree.

"o-oh- well uhm.. do ya need anymore help-?"

"no, we're fine." Dorito quickly replied, not letting the small rabbit answer for themself.

"..a-alright.. hope ya feel betta' then, Churro.." Oswald waved to Churro and left, and once he was fully gone, Dorito stood over Churro.

"get up."

"..i-i—“

“i said get up, damnit." quickly, Churro scrambled to stand, their legs shaky and barely able to hold them up. they still refused to look up at Dorito, but he still made them look up at him anyway, kind of gripping their face a bit in a harsh manner and forcing eye contact. scary eye contact.

"this is just a warning. sleep with an eye open tonight, maybe two if you're too pathetically paranoid." the fox seemed to harshly let go, sort of pushing them back and making them fall back onto the ground. "be lucky i didn't kill you. if i kept at it i definitely would've. you best keep your mouth wired shut about this encounter."

"..." Churro said nothing, too afraid to. so instead, the rabbit simply nodded. their breathing was raspy and they held their neck, softly rubbing it with a few winces. it was definitely going to be bruised, that was for sure.

"i'll be on my way. again, not a word about this. i will find out.” and with that, Dorito fixed himself up a bit and quickly left Churro's room, going back to his own, which, unfortunately for Churro, was a little ways down that same hallway.

the rabbit stood again shakily and just decided to go take a shower themself, locking their door real tight. god...what the hell? Churro knew it was an accident. they had no means to do so. it wasn't even their fault. it just slipped, that's all. well, if that fox wasn't going to listen to what Churro had tried to explain, then so be it. that fox wouldn't be getting forgiveness any time soon anyhow.

"..i-i'll have to make up an excuse f-for why i sound hoarse.." they mumbled to themself, their voice indeed hoarse.

about fifteen minutes later, Churro exited the shower, dried themself off, got clothed, and laid down. they didn't sleep yet though, if at all.

[applestruda]

pirates scarian real hello?!?!?!?!

Wjjwjwjwjw it was mostly a joke,,

Scar had been walking around saying "my wiiife" the whole stream, so it was already like a running thing

[galaxythreads]

something good happened. something good finally happened. why do i feel so desperately miserable? i should be happy and i was, but now just want to go to sleep forever.

[electricea]

call me dumb but does that mean that 'guests' or unregistered users on tumblr can't send anons?

[whats-taters-precious]

me after posting the new chap waiting for comments nitpicking my portrayal of the Valar

[octyfish]

The expression chart requests are gonna have to be left sketchy. Otherwise I won’t have time to finish them all

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

This looks like a painting

[booloocrew-blog]

hey op i used this in an assignment about good multimodal design do you like it?

obsessed with this genre of images

[malenjoyer]

WE'RE SO BACK

[strangeracrossthestreet]

credits for the images:

letstalkpalestine

[fairsweetlonging]

truth serum / system reveal au where shen qingqiu gets hit with an uncloaking spell that reveals the system in the reflection of his eyes every time it pops up.

during one of his missions, in the treasure hoard of some dragon-like creature, he finds a golden, oval shaped hand mirror, its gaudy style more victorian based than anything (airplane you hack!), that doesn't seem to do anything when he looks into it. but when he does, it reveals the system's screen in his eyes.

he doesn't notice this, of course, because he can't see it, and the system, surprisingly, stays quiet.

the peak lords think he's cursed.

maybe mu qingfang is the first to notice, during the mandatory post mission check-up, when shen qingqiu is scrolling through his most recently accumulated points and mu qingfang can see the strange vividly-blue lines reflected in his pupils. it's gone when shen qingqiu blinks, like it was nothing but a trick of the light.

it comes out when yue qingyuan is visiting and, just as he's done laying out the plans for a new mission, shen qingqiu's eyes glaze over and a bright blue box takes over the whole of his iris. shen qingqiu goes quiet; the thing in his eyes moves, shifts, pulses for a second, like static worms crawling all over his pupils. then he blinks, and it's gone, and shen qingqiu accepts the mission that yue qingyuan was almost sure he would decline.

maybe there is an intervention, when the peak lords corner shen qingqiu at qian cao peak and try to figure out what's wrong, subjecting him to all kinds of treatments and curse-finding spells that turn up empty, they can't find anything.

of course, the silencing threat is still very much up and running. at first shen qingqiu was kind of confused by the whole ordeal, but when the peak lords start describing a "strange blue box", he realizes, with sickening suddenty, that they're describing the system. and he can't say anything.

this only makes everything worse, because their fellow peak lord now keeps evading every question and acts like he doesn't understand. liu qingge points right at his face and asks, "that blue box, what is it?" and shen qingqiu laughs nervously and starts talking about how bright the weather is and surely it's the sky and nothing to worry about!

even worse, during the intervention the system thought it was a good idea to start talking to him, so now even the peak lords who hadn't seen it and who might have been persuaded by light tricks and reflections, get a first row view that no, that definitely isn't a trick of the light.

they try to do the whole thing of "are you in danger, blink twice" but shen qingqiu can't even do that because it's still a direct admittance!

maybe eventually he starts saying vague confirmations that don't actually confirm anything, like "this master hears what you're saying", or maybe he goes with a classic "this master can neither confirm nor deny that." but the system starts warning him for that too and eventually he stops saying anything, which worries the others more.

luckily mu qingfang catches on that every time they ask a direct question about the box or shen qingqiu says anything vaguely confirming, it appears. it doesn't appear when they ask about curses or demons, so it must not see that as a threat.

for a little extra angst: maybe the peak lords keep pressuring him for answers, and at some point shen qingqiu gets fed up and snaps out something like, "why don't you understand that i'm not allowed to answer that!" the system counts this as a direct admittance, threatening it's existence. so it punishes. shen qingqiu has a qi deviation so bad it lasts two weeks and takes two people every day to cleanse his meridians. the system doesn't appear in that time. it doesn't appear for a long while after that, either. the peak lords stop asking, mainly because shen qingqiu will instantly leave the room if they do. they don't stop searching for a cure, though.

shang qinghua returns from a business trip and catches on the second someone mentions a blue box and forced silencing.

[fanaticalthings]

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[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

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[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.